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bakugoushotwife · 1 year ago

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kinktober day four: voyeurism kink

>>> guys can you tell i have a choso fantasy or do i need to write another five thousand word fic to prove it i'm sobbing and actually in love with him fr. it took me days to write this bc i was just too feral.

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: roommate choso, hung like a horse choso, virgin choso, voyeurism clearly, petnames, masturbation, cowgirl, implied multiple rounds, choso whimpers you're so welcome, choso smokes a blunt grow up >>> wc: 4.8k >>> event masterlist

this whole roommate ordeal seemed easy enough. you had a spare room in your condo, yuji had a spare brother that needed a place to stay after graduation. it worked out perfectly, as you weren’t too keen on having a rando move in. though the half-curse was little more than that, really. you had only come in contact with choso briefly, seeing him move through the halls of jujutsu tech in search of the very brother that recommended him to you. he was intimidating, tall and broad with a look of disinterest across his face every time you ran into him. yuji had told you that he wasn’t necessarily unfriendly, just unsure, so you were weary to approach him once he moved into the spare room. you didn’t want to overdo it, you would hate to make him uncomfortable with all these changes he was getting accustomed to. so for the first three months or so, you two would only exchange pleasantries and nod respectfully, two strangers sharing an address and lingering curious stares. then, one morning you offered to make him breakfast, and you two settled into a comfortable friendship after that.

Nowadays, nearly a year later, the living area was actually used and shared. you watched recommended shows together, introduced each other to your favorite movies, and oftentimes just sat in each other’s presence on the couch; on your phones, playing nintendo switch games, or passing choso’s best attempt at a blunt between you while shit talking your neighbors with your legs in his lap. you even encouraged him to invest in a real gaming setup, where he plays a host of different games for hours while you sit contently in the bean bag chair stationed nearby in his room, reading or crafting or just watching from time to time. the more comfortable he became, the more fun he was to be around. he was no longer shy to ask you to sit with him while he plays or to inquire about your latest book and his smiles and conversations flowed more freely.

he enjoys your presence. it’s easy to be around you. he wonders why. even with all the progress he had made with you, he was still terribly awkward around new people and his social battery was limited. he never got tired of hanging out with you though, in fact, he craves it always. yuji says that it’s because you’re pretty, which choso can’t disagree with, though his brother’s statement irritates him for no good reason.

he finds himself wondering if his brother knows you the way he does, silly things about you like which animal crossing character you would reincarnate as or the fact you hate grape flavored anything—it all tastes like cough syrup!--he can hear you say. no, he gets to see the real you, the one you reserve just for him. so yuji can think you’re pretty all he wants, but he’s the one who gets to see your breathtaking smiles in reaction to something he said.

“bro?! still there–or are you too busy being jealous?” yuji snickers, relishing in the match he made. he knew choso would wake up with a babe like you walking around.

“you’re a child. and a dick.” he huffs, aggravated by his spacey sibling’s acute sense of his feelings. “goodbye.” he taps to end their weekly gaming marathon facetime two hours short out of annoyance, confronted with the silence of his bedroom and his questioning thoughts about you. jealous? as much as he hated to admit it, maybe he was. he couldn't even picture the thought of you being with someone else, try as he might. did that mean he wanted to be that person? your person? he’s so confused, but he knows even if he’s embarrassed he can talk to you about it. you could help him work through his feelings and come to a solution. even if the feelings were about you, he knows you would always be honest with him. he sighs, deciding to make his way to your room down the hall.

you two didn’t spend a lot of time apart now that the bond had been created, and you were more than alright with that routine, because on fridays, choso holed up in his room for five straight hours to facetime yuji and play video games giving you some much needed time to yourself. you always started with a long and intricate shower, doing all your different exfoliants and masks. then you’d touch up your nails and give yourself a total spa treatment, finishing up by putting on your cutest little panties and releasing some of the pent up sexual frustration for your roommate that you keep under lock and key for the same reasons you were hesitant to cross into friendship territory all those months ago: you don’t want to scare him away.

so you settle for your own small hands cupping your chest and pinching at your nipples, trying to picture him. It’s choso’s large and veiny hands that run down your sides and spread your legs instead of your own toying with your underwear. you can smell the versace eros cologne he wears wafting through your nose, almost able to hear his gravelly voice in your ear praising you for doing so good. it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to conjure the image of him sinking between your thighs, lust pooling in his violet eyes. you’re soaked already, feeling the fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt just at your active imagination. you peel them off, hissing as cold air blows across your middle, but your fingers quickly find the heat of your hole, gathering that natural lube to flick your clit with. your eyes are closed—whining helplessly already at the sensation you bring yourself with him in mind. it’s nowhere near the real deal, but the bliss is good enough to lull pants of his name from your mouth, body light as air.

choso doesn’t think anything of your closed door. you told him you keep it closed to let him have his space, not wanting him to feel like you’re watching or eavesdropping on him while he’s on the phone. especially as he got close enough to reach for your door handle, hearing you call his name. you sounded…strained? in all honesty he was worried. so he doesn’t hesitate to push the door open a bit, peeking to check. his heart drops into his stomach at the sight of you naked on your bed. you’re stunning. he’s seen pictures of other women—and yuji showed him a few websites—but your body was second to none. his hand flew to cover his immediate hard on, shocked you hadn’t noticed him yet. fuck, you are gorgeous, one hand squeezing at your breast, the other playing around in that squelching noise he hears between your legs. he fights the urge to moan aloud or announce his presence, and he’s ashamed of himself. he feels like he’s betraying your trust, but his dick keeps growing in his pants at the chants of his name spilling out of your lips. he watches as your legs jerk and your head falls back against your pillow, making him think you were almost done. he had to get out before you saw him or felt his unique energy so close to you. he’s panting as he shuts the door quietly, turning the knob just so it wouldn’t alert you.

his dick hurts as he makes it just one room down—the bathroom. perfect. he turns the shower on immediately, stripping his clothes off like they were on fire. he had set out to talk to you, to be completely honest about the thoughts he had been having, but seeing you like that did things to him words could not. he’s been horny before, of course, and dealt with that the way single human men do. but this—the desire coursing through his veins—this was different. so different. everything was clear now, he needed you. he stands with his back under the water, whimpering as his dick throbs to the mental image of your glistening pussy and blissed out face. he can’t help but close his fist around the his wide shaft, stuttering out a sigh in relief. he strokes himself to the same rhythm you moved your fingers, imagining how that pace would feel with your wet and warm cunt hugging him in instead of the rough surface of his hand. his other hand keeps him braced on the shower wall, steadying him through the searing heat the promises of your touch seem to be; to think that you were calling for him, thinking of him in the way he thinks of you now felt like a dream. he had to be hearing things, that’s the only excuse the man can summon. water beads down his biceps and chest, and it just makes his dirty deed all that much more so, fucking into his fist until his load is running down the side of the tub, the pearly beads getting swept away in the water and carried down the drain. he tosses his head back in the shower stream, his long black strands sticking to his face and neck as he tries to rinse away his shame.

that night, choso doesn’t come out of his room to watch a movie with you before bed. you pout, but try not to linger on it too long. maybe yuji took a lot out of him today, or they didn’t have a successful time on and he was moody. either way, you weren’t going to bother him. you hang out on the couch like usual with the hopes that he would emerge soon, but as your bedtime nears and everything remains still, you slink off to your room with a sour mood to end an otherwise normal day.

as the days pass, choso’s behavior gets weirder and weirder. it’s almost as if he’s completely reverted inside his shell he made when he moved in, only emerging to get food when he had hoped you weren’t around. the times in which he did inevitably run into you were dealt in nervous laughter and denials that anything was wrong with him. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was lying, hiding something from you even. you were slightly hurt that he didn’t trust you enough to talk to you, instead of going backwards and shutting you out. you wanted to wait it out, but as the days turned into a full week, you feared losing him altogether.

you stewed over the situation the entire time you were at work. you couldn’t even get anything accomplished because you were too preoccupied wondering what you had done to wound your connection. spending your days alone was maddening. a little over a year ago, you would have relished in the peace and quiet, but now it was unwelcome. you only wanted quiet if it was filled with the subtle sounds of pages turning or the buttons of a controller smashing or shared breathing during the climax of a show. this was haunting, and you knew you had to do something. you left work early, faking a stomach ache in order to get home and corner choso into relenting. no more miss nice roommate. you were tired of letting him be all weird and distant. so you walked in unceremoniously, not necessarily out to scare him. you shake your sandals off by the door and walk towards his room, noting that his door was actually open for once.

that was only because you weren’t supposed to be home for three and a half more hours, giving choso plenty of time to relive his dirty fantasies of you with the least amount of guilt possible, though he could barely look you in the eye these days. if you weren’t home, he could at least not worry about you catching him in his perverted acts, only dealing with the shame that flows in after he’s came for the millionth time to the image of your legs quivering and mouth parting in pleasure. he didn’t hear you sneak in–didn’t hear you shuffle down the hall to poke your head around the doorframe. he was dead to the outside world, his hips stuttering into his hand, thumb swiping the pre-cum that beaded there around his slit, stroking himself with whimpers of your name tumbling out, his eyes scrunched tight in concentration.

your jaw was on the floor, never in a million years imagining that he even knew how to touch himself like that, not to mention the prayers of your name on his tongue, mirroring the ones you make for him on fridays. he was massive, it had you covering your mouth in shock. even with his huge hand, it seemed like pumping himself was a tall task. you couldn’t imagine trying to do it yourself, you’re not even sure two hands would do the trick— you must have gasped aloud or something, because suddenly his head snaps toward where you stand in the doorway.

“y/n–you’re–” his dark eyes are wide, his lips parted in realization that you had really caught him jerking off and mewling your name like a helpless perv. as the guilt starts to creep in, the haze of need and desire clouds his mind. he never lets go of himself, all too aware of your lip between your teeth and your hardened nipples poking through your top—no, you shouldn’t be seeing this, you shouldn’t even be home yet! not to mention how ashamed you should be of your own roommate rutting into his hand.

“...i’m home.” you whisper back, a slight smirk creeping onto your face. despite the red blush spreading across his cheeks, he keeps fucking up into his hand. it’s salacious, and you can feel your body responding to the sight, unsurprisingly. you’ve been picturing him naked for months, and not even your lewd imagination gave him justice. every plane on his body was sculpted and defined, thick veins running down his arms and thighs and cock. he left his hair down, some of the strands tucked behind his ear, some of them hung over his brows and cheekbones. he gulped when he noticed your stare, your eyes locked on the thick cock in his hand, curved with an angry and needy tip.

“y/n, i’m so so sorr–” he scrambles to sit up, the heavy reality finally sinking in. he was awful, sick in the head, you were going to have him pack his shit immediately, and he’d have to tell all his friends why you had gotten rid of him.

“need some help?” you spit out, unable to tolerate the pounding in your chest and pussy. his eyes grow impossibly wider, blood rushing in his ears. did he understand you right? he couldn’t possibly.

“wh-what?” he sputtered, sitting up slightly to try and hide himself from view a bit, as if you hadn’t seen every bit of him already.

“i asked if you wanted my help. you were saying my name, weren’t you?” you tease gently, stepping further into his room, your hands innocently folded behind your back. now that you know your desire is shared, you felt confident enough to push your relationship further yet again. he nods hesitantly, watching you stalk over to the bed like a lioness about to pounce.

“i–yes, it’s not what you think. i know it looks–”

“like you were jacking off and thinking about me? is that not…what you were doing?” you hum, pausing by the foot of his bed. you look so cute, he has to believe you know what you’re doing, folding your arms under your voluptuous chest just to taunt him a bit more. you have him backed into a corner, and he either had to admit the truth or come up with a very clever lie. and he is not a gifted liar.

“i–yeah…” he looks away, feeling the shame weighing down on him now that you had confronted him with the undeniable truth.

you chuckle warmly. “i do the same thing, ‘cept I’m thinking of you.” you shrug, the smirk growing on your face as realization seeps into his. he didn’t misunderstand you that day or even earlier in this conversation. you want him too. he swallows thickly again, remembering the day that started all of this.

“i–i know, i saw you, last week.” he chokes out as you take your top off, revealing yourself to him. He’d noticed your lack of bra earlier, but didn’t expect to be blessed with the sight of your body again, especially as you bend at the hips to wiggle out of your pants. Your laughter surprises him again, like he had intentionally made a joke. but it was only because he had solved the mystery that led you to his room in the first place, and that would potentially resolve any secrets you had been keeping from one another.

“so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” you scrunch your nose at him adorably as you crawl onto the bed, his eyes glued to the body that had him locked in his bedroom day and night. “oh choso, i wish you would have interrupted me…i surely woulda let you help me.” you purr, so close to him that he could reach out and touch you now, and he definitely thinks about just grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, finally feeling that glistening pussy for himself—to hell with his imagination, but your voice interrupts his thoughts again.

“so, do you want me to help you, baby?” you glance from the hard length in his hands to his deep purple eyes, swirling with something you recognize very well to be deep desire.

“please–” he whimpered and let his hand fall away from his pelvis, looking to you like a pathetic boy getting his teenage dreams fulfilled. Your grin grows wide, and you lean closer to brush your hand across his toned abdomen. he lets out a pleased little grunt and his cock jumps at the simple touch

“you’ve never been with anyone, have you?” you asked, faces so close he can see every freckle and dimple and scar on your skin. he shakes his head. you peck the tip of his nose. he’s already shivering, the feeling of your body leaning over his was exhilarating. your kiss was so simple and sweet, but it stopped all the thoughts in his brain. he was just malleable now, ready to let you make him feel good, finally shifting from imagination to reality. “need you to talk to me, so i can know where you’re at, cho.”

“no, no..never.” he shakes his head again, eying you with excitement and nerves all at once. he wants to touch you, and you’ve already stripped naked and kissed him, so surely there was no going back now, so he reaches up and places his hands on your hips—so light like he was afraid to hurt you.

you grin at both his answer and his courageous touch, nodding your encouragement, “that’s fine, i��ll help you…just do what feels natural–you can go as hard as you want., and tell me if you want to stop.” your eyes blink at him sweet he realizes he would trust you with his life if you asked.

“okay.” he lets your words wash over him, nodding as he grips your hips a little tighter. he’s more than embraced his fate, his mouth watering a bit at the idea that you were in his bed and offering to make all his fantasies come true. you were expecting him to keep that deer in a headlights look, but when you rake your fingernails across his chest, you watch his eyes darken a bit more. “kiss me?”

choso looks so cute, you couldn’t deny him if you wanted to. his eyebrow raised with innocence, but his eyes shrouded in arousal. you giggle softly and lean up, sliding your hands over his pecs and shoulders and into those dark locks calling your name. you tug, and he gasps softly. you take that opportunity to cover his parted lips with your own, his head falling back to accommodate you as you fully crawl into his lap. he melts, you feel and taste so impossibly good he’s concerned he may bust over the kiss. your tongue moves so expertly against his, twirling around and sucking on the muscle in a way he didn’t know people employed. then you’re sitting on his abs, and he can feel so much at once. his eyes blow wide in the kiss, and he has to pull away to gasp again and see what you’re doing to him.

you’re simply sitting, your pretty shining pussy rubbing against his core and his dick teasing the crack of your ass. that must be what’s driving him insane, the warmth and softness providing some but not enough friction. you wiggle your ass a bit to tease him, and he whimpers. the sound is so sweet and low you know you can’t handle playing with the shy little virgin much longer.

“i–is th–that sup’posed to f-feel that go–ngh, good?” he stammers, the hold on your hips bordering bruising. he doesn’t even realize, and you certainly don’t mind, so you only smile and nod down at him, reaching for his chin with your fingers. he makes you look so small without even trying, the broad expanse of his body, wide jaw and thick legs—not to mention the monstrous cock rocking against your behind, your own need soaking his happy trail to the skin beneath. you move his gaze from your sensual movements back to your sultry gaze. yuji was wrong. pretty was such a mild way to describe the woman on his lap. you were more a kin to a goddess, something not fully human like him.

“i was hoping to give you the full treatment, but i don’t think you’ll mind if i skip to the main event?” you bite your lip, your other hand scraping at his scalp a little bit. no, of course he didn’t mind. sometimes you were so silly. he nods fervently, remembering that he needed to find his voice, to not seem like such a coward when he wanted this so badly.

“no—please,” he whimpers again, feeling the drip of your liquid on him. it dawns on him then that you’re just as needy, and you still wanted him even though you’d have to teach him what to do. you didn’t seem worried, maybe it was easier than he thought. but all he knows is that his balls are starting to hurt and he had never felt more buzzed in his entire life, sensitive to every move you make. “i need you so bad, oh sh–”

you scoot back, lifting yourself up a little to align him with your entrance. his whimpers and begs were so fucking amazing, you wish you had it in you to milk it. you make the mental note to keep him begging when you show him what it feels like to have his dick sucked or whimpering when he eats your cunt for the first time. he’s so heavy in your hand, and you can’t even close your fist around him. it makes you shudder, knowing that you’re going to make him fit inside you no matter the stretch. his tip was so red and irritated, oozing pre. you swiped it over his head, humming in amusement as he jerks and whines at the feeling.

“you’re massive, d’you know that?” you pout, sinking down a few inches. he moans at first, feeling like his cock was fit into a perfect sleeve. it’s unreal, the heat he feels in his gut as you rock further down on him, whining at how huge he was. he watches the pained faces you make halfway down, the concern clear on his face. he didn’t know he was that big—he hadn’t really been comparing, but if it was hurting you, he wondered what he could do. he remembers watching you play with that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs, using your own slick to glide around. he thinks he could replicate that, so he sticks his fingers in his mouth, spitting a bit to make sure they were just as wet as you were. you take more of him, almost to his base all while panting and bracing yourself on his chest with your eyes screwed shut. he reaches toward you, swiping his fingers around the place he watched you toy with. you gasp out and sit all the way down, the noises you make as he touches you make his eyes widen again.

“god—i’m so full, baby.” you nod, your hips moving forward automatically, searching for more of that searing feeling he brings to your clit. he surprises you, moving his digits in slow circles as you get accustomed to his size. he chokes slightly when you squeeze him, his eyes zeroed in on your face.

“are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling your nails dig into his chest as your hips move faster now, any other words he had wanted to say sucked from his brain like he had no thoughts at all, nothing other than that vice-grip of a pussy you have locked around him, bouncing softly and leaving little half-moons in his skin.

“mhm, just had to stretch a bit t’fit you, are you alright?” you grin as you ask, knowing he would struggle to respond—in the best way possible. he nods eagerly, eyes flickering from where you swallow him up to your soft face of bliss.

“are you kidding? i’m—” you rock on him a bit faster, the feeling of wet and choking walls rubbing every possible spot had him sputtering, unable to speak. he’s only able to watch you run a hand through your mane, keeping it out of your face and away from your bouncing tits. he’s in heaven. being with a woman, no, being with you, was as all the eternal bliss he cared to know.

his hips start to move, the hold he has on your hips trailing up to the curves of your waist to better hold you down. he didn’t realize how much more intense he would make this feel for the both of you, grunts and whines spilling from his lips as you begin to cry out and yell. it’s heavenly, the way you let him drive into you, leaning forward with one hand on the headboard and the other tugging his head towards your chest. he contains his pathetic pants by sucking your nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue over it, mind so drunk and hazy he can only be driven by his primal instincts, flat footed on the bed to plow into you from below.

it’s so perfect. you scream his name way better than he ever imagined, and he doesn’t mind to bear the scratch marks of your passion. you keep squeezing around him, and it drives him crazy.

“i–i love when you do that—clenching down on me like that, fuck.” He grunts, slowly getting his knees under him while you sloppily keep the pace. he uses the leverage to ease you to your back, though you don’t have the luxury of pillows or a headboard, only the mattress beneath you as choso realizes this positioning lets him piston his hips without you having to do any work at all. you’re wailing, nodding to keep him from worrying about you as you continuously claw at his back and shoulders.

“choso baby—” you whine in such a way, he knows he’s going to bust in seconds. “you’re gonna make me cum, please–doin’ so good, ngh—ack!” you cry, legs tightening around his waist as he feels a significant increase of your fluids. feeling and watching you cum by his doing was the nail in the coffin—the way your face screwed up in pure pleasure brought him his own, his pelvis stilling against the mounds of your backside, cock twitching against your womb before your vision is blurry, and all you feel is warmth seeping out of you. his load leaked out around him inside you, his cock still pulsating with no signs of dying down.

he smiles at you a little shyly, his cheeks rosy and eyes hazy with the aftershocks of such a gripping orgasm. he watches your chest heave as you calm down, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading across your face as you look up at him.

“what do i do now? to take care of you?” he asks, absentmindedly stroking the creases where your thighs meet your hips. you giggle and shake your head, knowing it would take multiple rounds for his erection to die down.

“i show you the full treatment now, baby.” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows.

choso found himself immersed in exploring himself and your body, discovering several new kinks to enjoy with his sweet little roommate turned lover.

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ripdragonbeans · 2 months ago

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Love In The Darkest Of Places // Modern!Aemond x Reader

Chapter 2: The Aftermath and the Sapphire

Summary: After Aemond is permanently injured, you take it upon yourself to help him.

Warnings: hospital setting, talk of loss of body part

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Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Somewhere after the second hour, Alicent called Criston Cole, her new husband, to bring over blankets, books and Aegon’s Nintendo Switch. He had work later that evening so he wasn’t able to stay. Between the books and the game console, you, Helaena, and Aegon were thoroughly distracted. Cozied up in your blankets, you passed the time talking, reading, and watching Aegon play his game. The hardest thing for Aegon was to watch his mouth. Alicent chastised him when he swore the first time.

Two hours passed. Then three. Then four.

“Ughhh what's taking so long?” Aegon complained.

“The doctors said they had to go in and do an emergency surgery since it was his eye that got cut,” explained Alicent. “I don't know exactly how long the surgery is going to take but I don't want to leave. I'm sure Criston wouldn't mind picking you up and taking you home. We've been here a long time.”

Aegon twiddled his thumbs. “No, it's okay. I wanna stay here.”

“You can always take a nap,” Alicent offered to her son.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.” He looked over at you and Helaena. “Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head. “Absolutely not. I'm waiting for Aemond.”

“I'd like to stay, too,” said Helaena.

Alicent nodded her head as she looked at all of you. “It's settled then. We'll stay here.”

Four hours later, Alicent was called to the back to get Aemond. She rolled him out on a wheelchair and brought him to you, Helaena, and Aegon. Even though the white gauze over his left eye covered most of the stitches, you could still see a few poking out.

“Hey, brother,” Aegon was the first to approach him. “How are you feeling?”

“I feel weird,” Aemond slurred out.

Alicent put a hand on Aemond’s shoulder. “The anesthesia is still in his system so he's not feeling one hundred percent.”

“Luke cut me, mother,” Aemond whispered.

Alicent tried to hold back her sob but you heard it. You still couldn't believe that Luke cut him like that. No one was actually supposed to get really hurt. A few bruises here and there maybe. A small cut and a splinter, too. Surgery, though? That never should have happened.

“It's my fault,” Aegon croaked out. There were silent tears streaming down his face. “I was the one who suggested we play stick fight.”

“No, it's not your fault, Aegon,” you tried to reassure him. “It was Luke. All the blame is on him.”

“I hate them,” whispered Helaena. “I'll never forgive them.”

Alicent stepped in. “Now, now. Let's wait until we get home to talk about this. We shouldn't be discussing this here.”

The three of you nodded while Aemond still sat there quietly. Alicent rolled out Aemond in front of the rest of you while you all followed behind. When you got to the car, you and Aegon helped Alicent get Aemond out of the wheelchair and into the car.

“I'll be right back. I need to return this,” said Alicent.

For a few moments it was just you and your best friends in the car.

“I'll get them back one day, brother,” Aegon told you all.

“And I will never love them,” you added. “No one hurts my friends.”

All Aemond could do was hum. His head lolled slightly to the side as he listened to the three of you talk. Slowly, he pulled down the sun visor and opened it to reveal the small mirror. He used it to look at you guys and smile every now and then since he couldn't turn around to quite hold a conversation.

When Alicent returned to the car, silence fell amongst you all. It was a tense ride back to the house. You all knew that the ones to blame were Luke and Jace but you couldn't help but feel somewhat responsible. Guilt settled in your stomach. Maybe if you had a better relationship with your brothers everything would be fine. Maybe if you weren’t so close to Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond he wouldn't have gotten hurt.

When you arrived at the house, all of you piled out to help Aemond. He was still woozy from the anesthesia and couldn't walk straight. Carefully, the group of you led him to his room. After Alicent tucked him in, each of you wished him goodnight.

“Can I stay here?” You asked Alicent once you were back in the living room. The implication you'd stay with them forever. You were curled up next to her. She had always been a mother figure for you.

“I'm not so sure, sweetie,” she admitted.

“Can I at least stay the night?”

Alicent sighed and gave you a small squeeze. “Yes, but you have to go back tomorrow. I'm not going to steal you from your parents.”

“They wouldn’t notice if you did.”

“I think they'd take legal action, sweetie.”

“That's stupid. They don't even care about me.”

“Don't say that,” Alicent tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “They do love and care for you, just in their own way.”

You sighed, not wanting to fight. “Okay.”

“Come, let's get you tucked in for bed. I’ll get your extra clothes.”

Alicent helped you get up from the couch and gave you a quick hug before going to get your things. Because you spent a lot of time here, Alicent asked your mother to send over extra clothes. It took a while for her to bring them but she did so eventually.

“Mrs. Alicent?” You asked her as she brought in your clothes into the extra room you were sleeping in. “Do you know why my mother treats me like this?”

“She’s…” Alicent struggled to find the right word. “...Jealous. We were very close when we were younger. Very close. But when we stopped talking to each other it was a bad falling out. I can only assume that your mother is jealous of you fitting in perfectly with our family.”

“She's told me she's only wanted boys before.”

“Your mother always dreamed of having boys. Why? I don't know.” She sat down on the bed and patted the spot next to her. “Our friendship had already crumbled a bit when she had Jace and Luke but I remember her being absolutely in love with them.”

“Do you remember me?”

Alicent paused. She didn't want to tell you but knew you deserved to know the truth. “Your mother held you and cared for you well when you were a baby but I could tell she put in less effort with you.”

You settled yourself under the blankets of the bed and curled up.

“I'm so sorry, sweetie.”

“I never did anything to her.”

“No,” Alicent agreed. “You didn't.” She sighed. “But know that I love you and I will take care of you as much as I can. You are always welcome here, my dear.”

A lump formed in your throat and tears began to track down your face. You couldn't find the right words to fully explain how much that meant to you. How much this family meant to you. So, instead of words, you hugged Alicent with all your might. When she began to rub your back you let out a sob and soon found yourself crying into her chest.

After a few minutes, you were able to calm down. Sniffling, you looked up at Alicent with bloodshot eyes.

“I think I'm going to sleep now,” you told her.

“That's a very good idea, sweetie.” She leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “Sleep tight, my dear.” And with that, she left.

In your dream, you re-lived Aemond losing his eye over and over again. Each time you were frozen. Each time you couldn't do anything. All you could do was watch as Luke carved into his face. Even your screams didn't work in your dreams. Jace would be there sometimes, too. He'd be next to Luke and laugh.

“See what you did to your friend?” Dream Jace spat out. “It’s your fault he lost an eye.”

Aegon and Helaena appeared next to Jace. They spoke in unison. “Leave us alone,” they said. “We don't want you anymore.”

Your brothers and Aegon and Helaena laughed at you as they turned around and faded into a mist. All that was left was you and Aemond.

“I hate you,” he said.

Then you woke up.

Cold sweat covered your body. Something told you it wasn’t even morning; you just didn’t sleep long. You couldn’t. Even after you had woken up, you just stayed under the covers for what felt like hours. You couldn’t face the possibility of your dream coming true. It terrified you. If Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond left you, you would have no one. You’d be all alone.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

“Are you awake?” It was Aemond.

At the sound of his voice, you immediately crossed to the door. “You should be resting,” you told him.

The gauze over his eye shone brightly against the moonlight. He shuffled around a bit. “Once I started feeling more awake I couldn’t go back to sleep.”

You nodded your head. For a while the two of you stood there in the doorway, not quite knowing what to do.

“Is anyone else awake?” you asked him.

Aemond shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Again, the two of you just stared at each other.

“Wanna come in since we both can’t sleep?” you offered.

A smile ghosted his face. “I’d like that.”

Moving out of the doorway, you let Aemond in. You hopped on the bed and waited for Aemond. He was moving slowly. His hands were outstretched to feel around his surroundings. For a moment you had forgotten the loss of his eye.

“Aemond, I’m so sorry! Let me help you!” You quickly hopped off the bed and went over to him. You turned on the light to make it easier for him to see.

The light was bright but your eyes quickly adjusted. Taking one of Aemond’s hands, you led him to the bed, careful to guide him along the way. When you got to the bed, you placed both of his hands on the sheets. From there he was able to guide himself and sit on it. Once Aemond was seated you plopped down next to him.

“How do you feel?” you asked quietly.

“I…I don’t know. Weird, I guess,” he replied. “It feels like my eye is just covered up. When I blink I can tell there’s nothing there to move. It’s all just unreal, I guess.”

“I hate that this happened to you.” You moved a hand to cover his. “I will never forgive my brothers for this.”

“You shouldn’t do that. They’re family.”

“They may be family but they don’t treat me like I’m part of it. You guys treat me better than mine ever has.”

Aemond sighed. “I wish you didn’t have to go through that.”

“Don’t pity me, Aemond.”

“And don’t pity me. I fought for your honor and I think I honored you well.”

You chuckled. “You sound like some fancy knight.”

He bumped your shoulder with his. “Maybe I am.”

You removed your hand from his and placed it over your heart. “Oh, Aemond. Having you as my knight in shining armor would be a dream come true,” you dramatically said.

He looked you straight in the eye the best he could. “I’m serious. I don’t want anyone to hurt you like your brothers and parents do.”

Your hand dropped from your chest. “Oh, Aemond.”

He suddenly flinched and covered the gauze with a hand. “It hurts,” he whined.

As soon as those words left his lips you wrapped your arms around him. “It’s okay, I’m here.”

You weren’t sure what the future held for both of you but you know you wanted Aemond by your side. Together, you could get through this thing called life.

Over the next few months, you had designated yourself as Aemond’s personal assistant. You spent even more time at their house, much to your parents’ dismay. Luckily, they were unbothered enough not to stop you. Whenever you’d tell them you were going to see Aemond they’d either roll their eyes or make a snide comment about how you’ve changed families. It stung, especially when they’d say something instead of saying nothing. At least with the lack of response you could pretend that maybe they do care. When they opened their mouths, however, it was clear that wasn’t the case.

Even with Aemond needing a lot of help, your positivity and support for him never wavered. Some days it was as though nothing had happened. You would crack jokes, watch tv, and play games just like you used to. Well, almost like you used to. Simple things became hard for Aemond to do on his own but you both adapted well. You were always quick to help him figure out how to do something. Arguably, you helped him more than his mother and step father did. Not that they didn’t care, of course. You just were always first in line to help him. One thing that was really hard, though, was the pain.

“On a scale of one to ten, how are you feeling?” you asked Aemond on a particularly rough day. You sat across from him on his bed.

“...Five,” he said.

“I can tell when you’re lying, Aemond. Your tell is when you pick at your fingernails.”

Aemond sighed. “Seven.”

“That sounds about right. You’ve been holding your left side more and your face hasn’t been so good at hiding the pain.”

“Maybe for you, but I can hide it from other people,” he argued.

“And why would you want that?”

“So they don’t pity me.”

You crossed your arms and scooted closer to him. “It’s not a bad thing for people to pity you.”

“Well, I don’t want it - agh!” He clutched his left side again.

“I’m going to get you some of those pain pills,” you said as you hopped off the bed.

“No! I’m fine,” Aemond insisted.

“No, you’re not. Just lay down while I go grab them.” As you left the room, you heard some grumbling but soon the soft flop of someone laying down.

As you made your way downstairs, you bumped into Helaena.

“How’s he doing?” she asked you.

“He’s hurting a little more than usual.”

Helaena began wringing her hands. “I just wish I could do more. You’re already doing most of the work.”

“It’s okay, Helaena. I like helping him.”

A sly smile spread across her face. “It doesn’t have to do with that little crush you have, does it?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean, ugh. I want to help him because I care about him, crush or no crush.” You sighed and looked down. “But I do like being around him,” you mumbled.

“Ha! I knew it!”

You shushed Helaena. “I’m just trying to get his medicine.”

“Okay, okay, okay.” She led you to the cupboard that held all his medicine.

When he had first gotten out of surgery and you talked to Alicent, she told you that Aemond would most likely be in pain the rest of his life. It broke your heart to hear that. It was then that you made the decision to be as helpful as you could. Because you were in their home more often than usual, Alicent asked that more of your things be kept at the house. Rhaenyra was more than happy to hand everything over.

“It’s like you’re moving out,” she told you. “I didn’t think the day would come so soon but here we are.”

“I’m not leaving forever, mother,” you said. “I just want to help Aemond more.”

“Yes, yes. You want to take care of your other family,” she waved you away. “Just don’t be loud whenever you come back.”

Despite knowing why your mother treated you the way she did, it still hurt when she dismissed you. All you ever wanted was to be loved. You still didn't quite understand why she would put the blame on her only daughter. Daemon wasn't much better either. He followed after Rhaenyra in treating you. He focused more on Jace and Luke. He even took them under his wing when it came to dog training. Daemon would take them out for agility and obedience training; something you wished you were included in. One thing you've always resented was how your mother never got you your own dog. Jace had Vermax and Luke had Arrax. You were the only one in your family without a dog. It was another reason to keep you ostracized.

Walking back up to Aemond’s room, which has been moved downstairs, you thought all about your family. It didn't make sense to you so you did your best to replace them with this family you were with now.

“Aemond, I have the pain meds!” You called from outside the door.

Once you heard a small “come in,” you pushed your way inside the room. Aemond was laying down with a pillow over his face.

“Is it hurting more?” You asked him as you stepped closer to him.

“It aches,” he told you. He sounded weak.

“Here, I have your pain meds and then you can take a nap, okay?”

Aemond pushed the pillow off his face and sat up. “But that means you'll go back home.”

“I won't, I promise. I'll hang out with Helaena and Aegon.”

He gave you a bit of a side eye but took the medicine from you eventually. After tucking him back in his bed, you kept your promise and didn’t leave. You sat there at his bedside as he fell asleep and even lingered after he had. There was always a tug when it came to Aemond. Something that kept you from leaving him. Whatever it was, you followed and trusted it.

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A year and a half had passed. While Aemond has improved significantly, he struggled every now and then with day to day life. Pain still pestered him, but not as badly as it was when he was first injured. But the bouts of pain that came randomly caused great pain. Now, he wore an eye patch. His mother suggested getting a prosthetic eye but Aemond said he didn’t want to scare anyone with an off-looking eye. Instead, he chose his simple eye patch.

“I want to give him something, Hel. I really do. Something that is important; meaningful, even.” You told your friend as you walked downtown.

Walking up and down the streets of downtown King’s Landing has always been a favorite pastime of yours, especially with your friends. Looking around at the products of various artisans brought you joy. The art was always so beautiful.

“What about a little thing to say you love him?” Joked Helaena.

You blushed. “Shut up.”

“I’m only half joking.”

Your crush on Aemond hadn’t phased out, even though you thought it would. If anything, your feelings for him were even stronger. His smile, something that seemed to be reserved for you, made your heart flutter. His touch sent butterflies to your stomach. His laugh was contagious , always encouraging you to join in. Just the thought of it was enough to make color rise to your cheeks.

As you and Helaena browsed the works of art, a beautiful sapphire caught your eye. “Hel, look at this.”

The beautiful velvet blue gem sparkled in the sunlight. It even had a companion necklace.

“It wouldn’t match his eye,” you said, “but he would look dazzling.”

“You want to get him something for his eye? You know he doesn’t mind wearing the eye patch.”

“It doesn’t have to be for his eye. Maybe just for him to keep,” you shrugged. You liked the thought of giving him something as priceless as this. “How much is this?” you asked the vendor.

The vendor was an old woman with a kind smile. “And what do you plan on doing with this gem and necklace? You seem a little young to be purchasing priceless jewels.”

“I, um,” you became flustered. “It’s for a friend.”

The old woman hummed. “You must care for this friend a lot.”

“She does!” interrupted Helaena. She coughed and lowered her voice to a regular speaking tone. “I mean yes, she does. Very much.”

“Oh, young love,” the old woman sighed. “What bliss.”

You prompted the old woman again. “How much is this?”

“For you, dear, ten copper pennies.”

You sighed in relief. Ten copper pennies you could do. As you began to pull out the money, Helaena stopped you.

“Let me pay for half.”

“Helaena, I can’t let you do that. I have the money to pay for this, I promise.”

“I insist. Please, you’ve done so much for him, for us. Let me pay half.”

You looked at Helaena, trying to find some sort of reason not to take her offer yet you found none. “Okay.”

Helaena squealed as she pulled out five copper pennies and put them in your hand. You took the money and passed it to the old woman. She had already wrapped up the necklace and gem carefully in some paper and put them in a cushioned box just to be safe.

“I hope he likes it, my dear,” she said.

You gave her a smile as you took the gift from her. “Thank you.”

As you and Helaena made your way back to the house, you couldn’t help but flush at the thought of giving the gem to him.

“Are you getting nervous?” Helaena asked you.

“I mean, a little bit.” You flexed and unflexed the hand that wasn’t holding the gems.

Helaena bumped your shoulder with hers. “You’ll be fine, I promise.”

Entering the house, you went your separate ways; Helaena to her room and you to Aemond’s.

Arriving at Aemond’s door, you hesitantly knocked on it. “Aemond? Can I come in?”

Aemond’s door opened, revealing him with a slight grimace on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, just a little bit of pain. Nothing new, you know?”

You gave him a small smile and held out the bag. “I got you something. Well, I got us something.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” His eye went wide.

“But I wanted to. Now, are you going to open it?”

He gently took the bag from you. “I guess I will.” He moved over to his bed and invited you to sit next to him.

Nervousness jumped up your throat and your hands became slightly clammy. What if he didn’t like it?

As Aemond went to open one of the boxes you stopped him. “Wait! Yours is the other one.”

He laughed. “Does it matter?”

“Yes, because you need to see mine after you see yours.”

“Okay, okay.” Aemond moved to the other box and began to unwrap it.

“Be careful, it’s very delicate.”

“Relax, I’m not Aegon,” he joked.

As he finished unwrapping the gift, he revealed the shining blue sapphire. His eye went big upon seeing it; his mouth agape. “You got me a gem?”

“A sapphire,” you corrected him. “I know you didn’t want a prosthetic eye so I figured why not something better. Now open the other one.”

Aemond smiled at you as he began to open the other gift. “A necklace?”

“For me, of course. We can match.” Your heart began to flutter.

“We can match,” he echoed in a soft voice. “This is…this is beautiful.” He put down the necklace next to the gem and tackled you in a hug. “This is the best thing anyone has ever given me.”

“We’re friends forever, right?” you said to him once you pulled out of the hug.

Aemond’s face fell a tiny bit but he immediately brought it back up again. It was quick, you almost missed it, but you knew him better than anyone else.

You tilted your head. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m still in shock.” He gave you a hesitant smile.

“Will you put the necklace on me?” you asked him.

A blush began to color his face. “Yeah, yeah, of course.”

You turned around and let Aemond bring the necklace over your head and hook it behind your neck. It was almost intimate. After he had secured the necklace, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Forever, Aemond. I promise I’m with you forever.”

Aemond buried his face in your neck. “Forever.”

#fics by bean #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #hotd modern au #modern!aemond #hotd au #modern au #aemond x you

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saltofmercury · 2 years ago

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Part two <3

Pairing: König x reader

Summary: Aftermath of Games

A/N: just kidding!!! Here's part 2! Happy February fools!

Games part ii

König stood inside his empty house. He never understood why you were so childish sometimes. He never understood why he couldn’t communicate. He wasn’t upset at you, he just assumed you had wanted privacy when reading a card addressed to him. Shit, he would want privacy reading a Valentine’s Day card.

He walked to the end of the couch, seeing the discarded card on top of his coffee table, with your mug next to it. The blue and yellow pieces of Sorry!, had been left untouched, seeing that König was going to win one more round.

He smiled at the game, the colorful mug you left, and then, at the card. What a shitty way to end the night.

He sat down and reached over to open the card again, small colorful hearts surrounding it. He knew what this meant. The card clearly wasn’t a token of friendship. Making friends was hard for him. The minute he found someone like you he just wanted to keep that platonic relationship he had craved so much as a child.

He loved how you two created a friendship from the start. He felt so comfortable and secure around you. He could sit around his house and do nothing. He never had to think about entertaining you; he could just be him at his house.

You guys would play games on the nintendo switch, or you would watch him play games. There was a comfort between you two that you shared. He waited for phone calls from you to talk about your day, sometimes he felt like you were so far away when you stayed at your place, went to work, and then called him at night.

Although, there were many cases where your “friendship” crossed the line into “lovers.”

He knew what you did to him. He couldn’t help how his heart ached at night when you wouldn’t spend the night. How waking up in the middle of night because of a nightmare had him reaching for you, feeling your warmth next to him, calming him down.

He loved the way his body gravitated towards you, wherever you were in the house. How he needed to take a hug from you, steal a kiss from you, even just the way you touched the small of his back trying to get through when he was standing in the kitchen.

Especially when you guys made love in the dark, he remembered the curves of your body, the sounds emitted from you, the placement of your hands on him wanting to touch all of him, and breathy moans and slow exhales you exerted.

Friends did not do this.

He knew he liked you, but he loved your friendship as well. Most of his relationships either ended as friendships that never blossomed, mostly in part of the men and women that were being polite telling him “I think I see ourselves as friends” and did not want to continue the relationship, or quick hookups that would fizzle out because he could not reciprocate what they wanted in a relationship.

He opened the card, god… he felt like such an asshole. Scribbled across the entire card was your perfect penmanship, confessing to how you appreciated this relationship but wanted more.

You stared at the ceiling in your room.

God you felt stupid. Taking a leap of faith based on what you had felt. It was clear that you misread things, but you weren’t going to continue being in a situationship. You had made up your mind.

Embarrassment filled your chest and head, and you could feel the tears welling up in the corner of your eyes.

Your phone next to you pinged.

Well so much for space.

“Checking you made it home okay. Are you alright?”

Read the message from König.

You kind of hated how he didn’t chase after you. He always lets you storm off during an argument. It wasn’t like in the movies or books you read about romance.

Another ping.

“Can we talk?”

It was now or never.

“I’m fine, I can talk.” You typed out.

Your phone began to buzz and your heart started to beat so fast and loud in your head. You answered it.

“Hi”, the hoarseness in your throat sounded awful.

“Hi schatz, man.. I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying” you lied,

“I know when you’re crying, I know when you’re upset.” He said sternly.

“Okay m’sorry” you exhaled, feeling reprimanded instead of comforted.

“I want to come over, can I?”

“I just want space right now, I think it would be best if you don't, I don’t like crying in front of you.”

Fuck why were you so stubborn?

“Hartnäckig…” he mumbled. He knew you were being stubborn.

“Okay then I’ll stay on the phone with you and tell you this,”

A brief inhale and exhale.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like this, I didn’t mean for this to blow up the way it did. I just thought, maybe it would be embarrassing for you to see me read this letter in front of you.”

Silence

“I never want to make you feel embarrassed for something as thoughtful as you did, I’m kind of an awful person for —“

“You’re not an awful person König.” You managed to put out.

“I feel like I am. I’m just trying to say, I know it took a lot from you to write these things down and for me to dismiss them without really knowing what was inside the card, it’s awful.”

You sniffled. You wanted to forgive him, but part of you realized he hasn’t brought up where it would place you two.

“Schatz, are you still there?”

“Yeah”

“Can I tell you a story about Valentine’s Day?”

After he had explained the story of the kids teasing him, now you felt bad for even thinking that he was trying to dismiss your feelings.

You guys stayed up until 4 in the morning mumbling to one another childhood stories.

You laughed softly.

“I love when you laugh,” he said softly over the phone. “I miss you, I wish you were here tonight.”

“I know I’m sorry for the miscommunication on my part.”

“On our parts…” he started up again.

“Why don’t we go to sleep?” You suggested trying to finally let go of the miscommunication that happened.

“I can’t sleep without you, ” he responded.

You sighed, “I know, I’m sorry.”

“I’m coming over” he blurted out

“No don’t it’s…” you briefly checked the clock by your bedside “it’s 4 in the morning crazy.”

“You’re going to let me sleep alone?”

“Yes just for tonight” you teased.

You could hear him shuffling on the other end. You knew he was up to something.

“Don’t come over here! I’m serious, it's so late and I don’t want to risk an accident.”

“Schatz please, I want to make it up to you I promise I’ll be safe.”

He couldn’t bear it any longer. Everything was better when you were next to him and he wasn’t going to let a small squabble prevent him from seeing you or sleeping next to you.

“König…” you started, knowing he was probably looking for his scarf to hide his face, and looking for his shoes.

“Give me 15 minutes.” He hung up the phone.

You sighed, felt shy again.

Within 15 minutes, his black g-wagon pulled up the curb. You saw him climb out in the darkness, his blondish hair glistening in twilight.

He had barely tied his shoes, some of the laces hanging loose and you could see the scarf hanging down, not wrapped around his face. He practically jumped from the car, to the curb, and jogged toward your door. There was anticipation, no control to see you.

You opened the door before he could knock. His wide legs stumbled in and he had wrapped his hand around the back of your neck connecting his lips with yours. The kiss was urgent, feverish. He opened wider to have your tongue inside his, his other hand pushing, crushing your body onto his.

You had pulled back, exhaling out of breath. His bare face was there in front of you.

He looked at you, smiled and kissed your lips again.

“I’m sorry I’m such an asshole.”

You kept breathing hard. Mesmerized by his face.

“It’s okay, you’re not”

“I read your letter…” he continued looking down into your eyes, looking at your lips

“You don’t kiss your friends, and I don’t want to be.” He exhaled, picked you up and carried you to bed.

Dumping you on the bed he pulled off your clothes to just down your underwear and then stripped himself down.

He smiled, “I know, I know no outside clothes on your bed.”

Climbed on top of the bed and pulled you close to him. He breathed a sigh of relief, bringing himself to the crook of your neck.

You also felt relieved, playing with his hair. Everything was okay now. The twilight soon turned to early morning and you fell asleep.

When you woke up in the morning, the warmth next to you was cold. Your side freezing and missing him. You reached out for him or the blanket, but König was gone…

You sat up and looked around.

Was it all a dream that you had played in your head? You checked the clock on your phone, 10:15.

You stood up, you could’ve sworn he was here. You felt him last night. You walk into your living room.

Standing in the middle of the living room, surrounded by what seemed like thousands of red, pink, white roses was König, gently placing the vases everywhere. Your entire living room covered in petals, and a floral scent surrounding you.

“König?” You say in shock. How did he get so many?!

He turned around sheepishly and smiled

“I told you I would make it up to you.”

#könig #könig x reader #call of duty #konig call of duty #konig x reader #konig x you #könig modern warfare #könig x you #könig mw2 #cod könig #könig x y/n #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig fluff #könig imagine

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fairyhaos · 1 year ago

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how seventeen spend a day off with their s/o at home

requested by anon: can you write: how svt spend their free time at home with their s/o? (i imagine lots of cuddles and domestic stuff, but go give us details)

notes: mentions of violence (video games)

masterlist

seungcheol

sleeps. when he knows he has time to lie in on the weekend, he's turning off both of your alarms, closing the curtains tightly and hugging you against him in bed probably until noon of the next day. mostly bc he can't wait to get some (well deserved) rest and also because there's something soso domestic about going to sleep w you in his arms and waking up to your relaxed, sleeping face

jeonghan

is all "we should do something" but can never decide on what to do. it's weird, bc whenever he talks about what he'd do if he ever had a day off, he says that he's going to sleep through it. and then when a day off comes, he wants to Do things. takes so long to decide that he ends up doing nothing, but it's okay bc he had fun making you laugh while deciding what he wanted to do

joshua

asks you what you wanna do and goes along with anything from there. wanna watch a movie? okay baby tell him which one and in fact, let's watch ten. wanna have an entire spa day at home? ooh pls let him join he's always wanted to do one of those. the sweetest and softest actually, gazing at you adoringly the entire time bc he just loves spending time w you so, so much.

junhui

i don't know many video games, but jun seems like the type to bust out those nintendo games with the hand-held controllers that connect to the tv, or mario kart or something, and you spend the better part of the day yelling at each other while shaking the controls at the screen. pouts so bad if he loses, asks for conciliatory kisses and conciliatory cuddles, or else he's going to be sulking the entire day

hoshi

needs to be entertained every single minute otherwise his head is going to implode. hangs off of you like a koala the entire time, bc he gets so clingy when it's just the two of you, and honestly it's a little adorable to have a soft hoshi squished against your shoulder. watches you play games on your phone, has a nap while hugging you and needs to be woken up in the evening to have dinner

wonwoo

he's gaming on his computer for the entire day actually. you can sit in his bed and watch him, but if you whine for long enough then he'll probably let you sit on his lap provided you don't fidget too much. tries to teach you how to play before you tell him that you'd much rather just watch him. smiles at you during a lull in the game and kisses your forehead before going back to committing acts of violence against pixelated characters

woozi

initially planned to have a lie in w you that morning, but his body is so trained to getting up early that it didn't work. stares at you sleeping for about an hour or so. not in a creepy way, just in a very fond "you're adorable when you're asleep even when you're making small snoring sounds" kind of way. doesn't really do much the entire day, stays in bed w you before you both eventually get up to have some dinner

minghao

puts on music, sits on the sofa, and reads. needs to have you curled up against him tho, and you'll both read your respective books while the music swells around you. lets you do anything you want really, petting your hair when you headbutt his hand, interlacing your fingers with his when you nudge his wrist. smiles at you over his book, eyes soft with love

mingyu

bakes. bakes batches n batches of cookies with you even if you say you're terrible at baking bc "nonsense no one's terrible at baking". almost breaks the stand mixer by nearly dropping it when he's getting it out of the cupboard. pinches your cheeks while his hands are covered in flour. lets you lick the spoon afterwards, ruffling your hair and calling you cute. still with flour on his hands.

dokyeom

stages impromptu karaoke sessions for the whole day. you don't even need to have a karaoke machine, he'll just put those sing-along videos on the tv and jump around screaming the lyrics with you. sings the entire day, even if you get tired, and eventually ends up serenading you with love songs before abandoning the karaoke to kiss you nice and sweetly, the music muffled in the background.

seungkwan

idk like mingyu he probably also bakes. wants to be like those aesthetic pinterest girlies w cream and strawberry cakes with pretty piping, and it goes pretty well? he has fun baking w you, and tries to make that dalgona coffee afterwards but gives up after a bit bc his arms started to hurt. but good thing is his cake tasted rlly nice, especially bc it was made with his love for you :D ("kwan that doesn't make sense" "shh yes it does")

vernon

binge watches tv shows and movies with you. you get out all the snacks, pile them up on the coffee table, and then turn on the television and watch countless episodes of american sitcoms or netflix shows or, one time, (almost) the entirety of the mcu. it's a day of laughing at the screen, hansol's arm a warm and comforting weight against yours, eating junk and feeling utterly relaxed with him by your side

chan

days off with chan are probably very spontaneous and could be anything. one time you spent the entire day watching ted talks and tried to perform stand up comedy to each other after a particularly interesting video. another time you played monopoly on the app for three hours straight then had to stop before you threw his phone against the wall in frustration. they're always very relaxed days, but it's fun nevertheless

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twilghtkoo · 2 years ago

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late night soju chat

summary. in which, haechan has been coming home late the past few days because of work and you’ve been up every time he returns.

pairings. haechan x streamer!reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship, idol!au

warnings. reader is drinking (legal), i also do not know the gaming/streaming lingo that well so (･_･;

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“oh yeah! i’m really excited for the legend of zelda tears of the kingdom.. the sequel to breath of the wild.” you answer to the viewer who commented asking if you preordered the game yet. “i did get the collectors edition though, first, i thought i shouldn’t, but i ended up getting it.” you take another shot of soju easily, the liquid going down your throat as you tilted your head back in a quick motion.

user omg yes the inclusions are so pretty!!

user i’d get it just for the art book cus link <3

the digital clock by your monitor reads 2:15. the chat already pointed out how they can tell you’re tired, but you told them you can manage and wait.

“chat, strawberry soju and the strawberry milkis is so dangerous. it literally tastes like a fruit punch or the pink starburst.” you exclaim, finishing pouring a bit of the flavored milk and yogurt drink into the shot of the soju.

user don’t drink sm!!

user soju is so good oml

you scoff, “guys this is like my third one, don’t worry!” you attempt to assure the chat. you’ve done a few streams drunk, and thankfully those times you were under the influence, your boyfriend was watching and about two doors down. one time you fell asleep on your chair, and you fell asleep for a good fifteen minutes til haechan came to the rescue and ended the stream for you.

user where’s haechan when we need him

user i’m so tired lmao

user when are u dropping merch

“haechan should be on his way home,” you reply to your screen. “he’s gonna be super tired so i’ll end it when he gets here.” haechan’s schedule has been hectic these past few days, leaving in the early mornings and coming home late at night. he’s told you that you don’t have to wait up for him and to go ahead and sleep, not wanting you to stay up for him. but you barely see him throughout the day, so you’d like to greet him when he walks through your door. finally, kissing his lips and hugging him tightly, rubbing his tense muscles.

you're looking through the art book and showing chat a few pages that had you squealing. a game that you've been playing since you were a child, it was definitely your number one favorite and you're glad your followers are finding interest and are even up at this hour with you.

user i can't believe nintendo sent this to u early D: that's such a big thing yn im so happy for u!!!!

you smile after taking another shot. "thank you user, i know, when i saw the big ass box in my mail i was over the fucking moon. and i was holding myself back from opening it as soon as i got it, but i decided to wait and open it with you guys." you told your viewers honestly, preparing another shot.

user oh i can't wait for ur tears of the kingdom gameplay !!

user aye lemme get a sip

"user thank you for the 1,000 bits!"

your house was pretty quiet, of course, at this hour of the night. but past your headphones you heard rustling from outside your streaming room door. you moved your headphone off one ear to listen in.

you slightly gasped into your mic, with a grin. "chat i think haechan just got hoooome!" you took the shot that you had prepared earlier.

"this is so good," you hummed quietly.

user haechan is hoooome

user my fav couple <3

"haechan? baby?" you called out.

you hear a few sounds going off in your headphone, mostly being subs and cheers asking about haechan and some about you.

"yn? babe, you're still up?" you hear haechan from the hallway and his footsteps coming closer, he knocks on your door before peeking his head through the cracked door.

"hello handsome, i missed you." you greeted him from your gaming chair, holding out your arms for him to walk into them so you could embrace him. he drops his leather bag by the door and immediately takes the steps to you with a tired smile. he was dressed in the same clothes he was in when he left in the early morning.

he groans softly in your hold, you squeeze his frame and rub his back soothingly, trying to offer as much relief from his tiring day.

user haechan!!!

user YOOOO

user aww look at them :(

he acknowledges that you are streaming but he doesn't hold back on showing you affection. he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. "i told you you don't have to wait up for me."

you continue to softly rub his back, "i know, but i wanted to to see you."

"are you still gonna stream?" he has a feeling you won't and that you'll turn it off and go to bed with him.

you shake your head, pulling away from the hug you look up at him.

"no, i just turned it on a few hours ago and decided to just chat with my followers until you got home, i'm about to end the stream now." you tell him and glance over at the screen to keep up with the comments.

user hi haechan

user haechan we tried to tell her

user we were baysitting for u

user HAECHAN SAY HI

he looks at your desk set up. "damn, baby. drinking on the clock? that's why your cheeks are a bit rosy." he teases, pointing at the almost empty bottle of soju, his other free hand holding yours.

you shrug, "i was thirsty."

you giggled, "chat says hi, say hi back to chat." you continued, pointing at the flowing of comments.

the top half of his face was cut off by the camera since he was pretty tall and he was standing, he crouches down a bit and waves at the cam.

"hi everyone, thank you for watching yn and thank you everyone for staying up with her."

you smile at him interacting with your viewers before starting to poke his sides. "can i get a kiss first and then i'm going to turn this off."

he effortlessly cups the side of your face gently and leans in to press his lips against yours, his thumb caressing the soft skin of your rosy cheeks and he pulls away.

you wet your lips as you turn with your chair to focus on chat.

haechan is still standing beside you but he reaches for the soju bottle and easily gulps down the last of it before putting it back on the desk.

"okay guys, like i said earlier, i planned on ending this stream when haechan got home. so i'm going to go now, good night everyone and thank you for watching and staying up with me. bye!"

user goodnight yn and haechan!!

user aww goodnight

user goodnight

user night yn :)

he waves with you before the stream ends. he drags you out of your streaming room after you turned everything off properly, walking with you tiredly, hand in hand, to your shared bedroom. ready to sleep in all afternoon with you in his arms, because tomorrow he finally has a rest day. and he wants nothing more than to be with you.

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lonewolflupe · 1 month ago

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I thought it would be fun to write a little bit about myself, so come over and get to know me! (As far as I know myself because I didn't come with a manual so I'm still figuring myself out..) If you have any more questions, feel absolutely free to ask them!

Expect a karkload of ramblings below the cut, this turned out so much longer than I intended I am so sorry, no one is probably going to read this but I'm just leaving this here anyway because I don't really have people to share my ramblings with

PERSONAL

My name's Julie (she/her)

Lupe is actually my OCs name, but I adopted it as a nickname here on Tumblr when I first started posting and I kinda stuck with it

Quickly approaching my 30s help

I'm from the Netherlands 🇳🇱 so my first language is Dutch

That obviously means English isn't my first language, so please excuse any errors in my writing

I am Dutch, therefore I love cheese 🧀 (like Gouda, NOT cheddar)

I am an archaeologist! I've been a history nerd all my life

I work in a museum (obviously one with a history collection)

My #1 all-time favourite animals are wolves

In RL, I am super introverted and people scare the kark out of me

I never got any diagnosises, but I'm pretty sure I'm neurodivergent

I prefer the internet over meeting people IRL, because I feel way more comfortable to be myself and ramble about the things I love online than IRL

I tend to switch between my several hyperfixations from time to time, but I really hope to stick around the Star Wars fandom for a long time <3

HOBBIES

Star Wars obviously ahahahaha what are you doing here otherwise?

Drawing, writing, photography, gaming, history, nature, collecting, listening to music

Drawing: has always been one of my favourite pastime activities. I used to draw wolves almost non-stop, until life happened I guess? I only recently picked up drawing again. Drawing humans is a struggle, but it's so much fun practicing with clones <3

Drawing: I'm currently drawing with my ergonomically irresponsible mouse in Photoshop CS6 (I've been using the same software for over 10 years now and I am too afraid to switch to something newer)

Writing: I used to write stories about wolves (shocker) but same as with drawing, life happened. Until I recently picked up writing again! I started writing fanfiction for the first time when I started posting on Tumblr around June 2024

Writing: publishing a book has been on my bucketlist for a long time but I'm not sure that's ever going to happen, so let's keep it with fanfiction for now (which I am REALLY enjoying)

Gaming: I prefer gaming on my PlayStation 3 and 4, but I occasionally play PC and Nintendo Switch games. I mostly play single-player games. Assassin's Creed got me into gaming and is still my favourite series. I also really enjoy The Witcher III, Red Dead Redemption I + II, LA Noire and Far Cry Primal. And others, obviously

Gaming: I play Pokémon GO! If you're a player as well, shoot me your friend code and I'll add you (:

Music: I'm a metalhead; metal is my favourite genre! But I also like (hard) rock and (folk) punk. My favourite metal subgenres are power metal and folk metal. But I can listen to movie/game soundtracks for weeks as well!

Music: Rammstein got me into the heavier stuff and is still an all-time favourite. I was a die-hard Volbeat fan for years, but I haven't felt drawn to their latest releases. My current favourite band is definitely Powerwolf (more wolves lol)! Other favourites are (among many others) Sabaton, Amon Amarth, Slipknot, Nightwish, Within Temptation, Dropkick Murphys, Flogging Molly, The Real McKenzies, Heilung, Wardruna, Eluveitie, and some amazing older stuff like Alice Cooper, Pink Floyd and E.L.O.

STAR WARS

This is where the fun begins

I've been a Star Wars fan for as long as I can remember

My brother and me used to watch the OT and Ep I on VHS when we were kids and were lucky enough to see Ep II and III in cinemas

I missed watching EP I in cinemas this May (due to its 25th anniversary) because I was moving homes during that time and I am still crying about that, see you in 5 years I guess

What I like about the Prequels: everything? Obviously the clones ahahaha. But kinda everything. The setting, the plot, the characters, the tragedy. I know there's a lot of hate on the writing, but I grew up with them and I think they're awesome. Definitely not perfect, but (and please don't hate me) I would choose the Prequels over the OT anytime. Also the meme material coming from this?? Legendary.

What I like about the OT: the story and the characters! It felt less complicated back then, more about good and evil (there's a lot of grey area now, which is obviously more realistic; but as a kid growing up with the movies, good vs evil was less complicated)

What I like about the Sequels: BB-8, porgs, and the Somehow Palpatine Returns-meme, that's it. Maybe Poe Dameron, but that's probably because it's Oscar Isaac.

I also VERY MUCH like Rogue One; what a wonderful and sad story. I won't shut up about how much I love how this story blends into Ep IV/the OT; I think this was so well done, I- aaaaaaah I love it

What I like about the animated shows: CLONES. Clonesclonesclones. And Ahsoka. And a lot more, but at this time, the clone brainrot is real. I actually really like how some things are further explained in the animated shows (I think they're a real addition to the movies/story). And the angst and the tragedy, ugh my heart. Also the animation style of course! And clones, did I mention the clones?

Favourite characters (non-clones): Ahsoka Tano, Darth Vader, Obi-Wan Kenobi (prequel era), Plo Koon, Aayla Secura, probably Darth Maul too, Jyn Erso

Favourite clones: Hunter (he started it), Fives (I cannot put into words how much I love and feel for this man I just need to wrap my arms around him and tell him it's alright and that he and the clones deserve so much better and that I'm there to listen to him and it's going to be okay I'm going to make all his problems go away and also some adult stuff I'm not going to write here), Echo (my beloved), Wolffe (awooooooo), Cody (good man that Cody), Rex (obviously), Fox (you matter but please stop drinking caf and get some sleep), Vaughn (my love, my heart, my soul; I would die for you) (> I get obsessed over a different clone pretty often but it's safe to say I love all clones)

Favourite droids: R2-D2, Chopper, BB-8, Gonky, K-2SO, (also BD-1 is super cute), the droids helping out Ahsoka during Shattered/Victory and Death (R7-A7, CH-33P, RG-G1), mouse droids, (I haven't played Outlaws yet but I have normal feelings about ND-5)

Favourite animals: loth wolf (duh), tooka, massiff, varactyl, acklay

I used to collect Star Wars LEGO and Hasbro and I would love to put those on a shelf/into a cabinet one day

I would love to go to some sort of fan con one day but I'm afraid I won't survive all the stimuli/amount of people there

I did visit the Star Wars Exhibition in Brussels somewhere in the late 2000s/early 2010s; it was kriffing majestic

I used to play Star Wars Battlefront II (2005) with my brother all the time. We played it so much the disc got damaged by the PlayStation 2 itself and obviously we bought it again to keep playing

I played Jedi: Fallen Order (2019) and it was awesome! I really need to replay it so I can play Jedi: Survivor (2023) afterwards (haven't played it yet, I need to get myself a PlayStation 5 first, RIP)

Since we're talking about PlayStation 5, I'm dying to play Outlaws (2024) help (I need to know what is happening between Kay and ND-5??)

I really want to play Republic Commando (2005) (I even have a PS4 copy laying around) but haven't found the time yet

LASTLY

So one of my other hyperfixations is Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron (2002), the 2D-animated movie by DreamWorks. (I know, I'm super weird; I'm a metalhead switching between Star Wars and an animated movie about horses (and some other hyperfixations but let's not go there).) I even created a fansite, if anyone's interested (which has still lots of WIP-pages I'm sorry I'm into Star Wars at the moment)

Alright that was a lot of super random information no one asked about. If you've come this far, holy kark my utmost respect to you, please leave a comment so I can send over some cookies because you kriffing deserved them?? I might consider writing a ficlet for you.

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meruz · 1 year ago

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Lightbox Expo 2023 is over!! Thank you to everyone who stopped by the table. I can't believe I sold out of both my sketchbooks AND my digimon fanbook... (multiple prints too?!)! I'm incredibly grateful... I will have a 2nd print run of both sketchbooks and online orders for the digimon book up in the next couple weeks so please keep an eye out for that!

More gushing abt the weekend under the cut

I sell at an average of idk... 3-4 events a year? So I would consider myself a frequent congoer though not necessarily full time lol. I'm a little jaded like it's not that I don't enjoy going to cons but theres definitely a bunch that feel like just-another-con-weekend to me lol, sometimes it's more work than play I guess. But this con felt really different! For the first time in a while I left a convention feeling really thrilled and giddy that I had been there. The kind of feeling I used to get when I would table at anime cons in highschool! And I think a lot of that is the people I met and talked to and the overall vibes at the event. Oh also I literally just had surgery and going to this con is like the only thing ive done this week besides lay in bed and play Story of Seasons on the nintendo switch and I thought I would be in pain and miserable but actually I HAD SO MUCH FUN...!!!! even when i skipped after-hours socializing every night to go home early and sleep 12 hours lol. SO ANYWAYS. YEAH. IT'S CORNY. BUT I wanna say thank you again to everyone who stopped by the table. Especially all the coworkers and long time mutuals who I met in person for the first time this weekend!! And the long time followers who told me they have been following me since homestuck or naruto or whenever. And college classmates who I haven't seen since graduation, crazy talented underclassmen who I'd never met but stopped by to say hi... So many people who absolutely made my day. SPECIAL thank you to my table partner Emi who is the best and such a good sport and accommodating to the point that I feel ridiculous when she thanks me for anything. And um also thank you to the artists who were cool and nice when I went up to their tables and blurted out 24917596 compliments in rapid succession. or only got one really awkward compliment out to LMAO... I felt so inspired and awe struck by everyone's work! God it was just so cool to be there. I LOVE ART....

Ok yeah thats it. its been a while since ive written a post-con blog post so earnestly lol.. here's my obscene haul photo I was buying stuff at this con like I was dying and couldn't take it with me LMAO.

I'm not gonna go tag everyone because I don't think everyones on tumblr but if you dont mind doing a little google search legwork: big x-men prints from chase conley, prints from jacki li/bguavas, azusa tojo, xanthe bouma, nicodaboy, susan yung, hormstuck, nessa tweneboah, linda liu, ash tahilan, zines also from jason dwyer, ash tahilan, aprilyn cunanan, veggiecakeface, deb lee, dune5and, uhh yoichi nishikawa art book and parakid calendar, stickers again from ash, marie lum, hormstuck, chiou, and emi hartana/crowlets OKAY I THINK I COVERED EVERYTHING THANKS FOR READING

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tiny-pretty-sana · 1 year ago

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i will take good care of you | mina x chaeyoung

pairing: mina x chaeyoung genre: fluff warning/tags: au, stablished relationship, domestic girlfriends w/c: 3.1 k a/n: i’m back with more fluff but i promise you i’m trying new things. sorry in advance for the mistakes you might find because english is not my first language but especially because it’s 7 am and i haven’t slept ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১. i’m still surprised by the response the first thing i’ve ever posted got, so i’ll be happy if this one receives half as much love as that one did. feel free to leave any comments, feedback, suggestions or requests 🤍

After Chaeyoung hadn't stopped sneezing and blowing her nose since she arrived soaking wet from the rain the previous afternoon, they decided that canceling their Sunday date would be the best option. Their visit to the botanical park has now been replaced by a day at home watching movies. The exam period is coming, so it was reasonable to make Chaeyoung stay at home so she doesn’t get worse. It takes them some time to decide, as the younger one felt guilty because they had already bought tickets, but Mina manages to convince her girlfriend to stay on the couch with a blanket, tea and a box of tissues beside her while she goes out to buy medicine, her favorite snacks and some ingredients to make miso soup.

"I'll take good care of you" is the last thing she says before kissing Chaeyoung’s lips and leaving the apartment.

She would be lying if she said she isn’t surprised to see that when she's back in their apartment, her girlfriend is still in the same place where she left her half an hour ago, only now she has a book in her hand instead of the mug of tea that now sits empty on the living room table. As Chaeyoung focuses on her book, she places everything she got in the kitchen and grabs her Nintendo to continue building and decorating her Animal Crossing island on the other side of the couch. Moments like this are the favorites for both of them, they just need each other's company as they spend time enjoying their hobbies in a comfortable silence.

They are both introverts who enjoy spending time at home playing video games, reading, drawing,writing, assembling Lego sets or watching movies. It's something they've always enjoyed separately, and since Chaeyoung accepted Mina's proposal to move into her apartment, it's become something they do together. Now, across the room, across the couch or using the other Nintendo Switch controller, they have someone with whom they share playful glances, smiles, exchange thoughts, talk about their days at work or college, about lives or share their problems. In moments like these, they just need to feel each other's presence. For them to be in silence doing their own thing while intertwining their legs under the blanket doesn't feel much different from a date outside in a nice place.

It's these things that make Mina wonder if they'll always feel this way or if it's a passing thing that will end when she gets used to living with Chae. Meanwhile, on the other side of the couch, Chaeyoung underlines the sentences in the book that remind her of Mina and thinks that she stay in this moment all her life without ever getting tired of seeing Mina in front of her focus on her videogames with the tip of her tongue sticking out, concentrating on the game, just like she does when she cooks a new recipe or when she prepares some presentation for work.

An hour later, Chae puts the book away, takes off her glasses and holds the bridge of her nose with two fingers "I can't focus, I have a headache" she complains, making Mina sit up immediately "Let me get you a glass of water so you can take a painkiller". Chaeyoung gestures for her to get back to sit with her. "Don't worry, I think I just need to get some sleep" she says as her girlfriend looks at her with a doubtful face "I promise I'll take it if my headache doesn't go away" she replies, earning an indulgent smile from Mina.

As soon as her girlfriend falls asleep on the couch she goes to the kitchen to make some miso soup, lunch for both of them and looks up movie recommendations on her phone while waiting for the water to start boiling. And of course, tea is a must.

It seems that sleep was good for Chae because when she wakes up, she seems to be in a better mood and even a bit more talkative, so they spend lunch talking about what movie they should watch. When they’re done, Mina takes care of clearing the table and cleaning the dishes despite Chaeyoung's refusal when her girlfriend tells her to brush her teeth and go back to the couch.

"Mina-chan!" she whines. "It's just a cold, don't treat me like I'm dying. Let me help you."

"Your exams are coming up and you and I both know that if you get sick now, you'll only be more anxious because you won't be able to do as much as you'd like. At least one of us has to be responsible" Mina says, giving her a scolding look, and Chaeyoung has no choice but to nod her head and follow her directions.

Mina doesn't have to explain herself for her girlfriend to get the message since the cold is due more to Chaeyoung being careless than to the sudden rain of the previous day. In the morning, when the gray clouds covered the Seoul sky and didn't let even a ray of sunshine show, they both commented that good rains were on the way and they hoped that at least it wouldn't be so heavy as to spoil their Sunday date. Exactly that date in which both should now be holding hands, smelling the fragrance of the flowers and taking a thousand photos and maybe, in the case of the art student, doing some sketches or drawings. And despite this, and despite Mina's recommendations, Chaeyoung decided to go out without an umbrella, arguing that her new raincoat would be more than enough and that, unlike the umbrella, it would not ruin her outfit. But in case that hadn’t been enough, for when she arrived completely wet down to her socks and even clothes under her raincoat when Mina reprimanded her for not having listened to her, the younger girl explained that in fact it wasn’t because she wasn’t carrying an umbrella but because she, Dahyun and Tzuyu decided to run and dance in the rain when they left the library after an intense studying session.

Knowing that her girlfriend's two best friends were involved, she wasn’t surprised by what happened. Separately, Tzuyu and Chaeyoung are quite quiet, introverted and they rather go unnoticed, but if they get together with Dahyun nothing good can happen. Apparently in one of their classes this week, a teacher lectured them about youth, art and living life, which inspired them enough for them to spend at least an hour in the rain several days later in the middle of a storm.

Considering what happened, she wasn't going to take Mina's point away, but that's not going to stop her from complaining. "Oh come on, it's a silly cold" she snorts and before she can continue speaking, she sneezes so hard that her glasses fall off. "Okay, but don't take long" she relents.

When the dishes are clean, dry and in place, Mina returns to her side of the couch and gets ready to watch the movie, but she doesn't put it on, so she looks away from the TV and when she turns her head, she meets the huge expressive eyes of her girlfriend, who looks at her like a like a kicked puppy. She laughs softly and shifts her posture to lie down behind her and be the big spoon. It’s then when her girlfriend considers pressing the play button.

Only ten minutes pass until Chaeyoung says "The movie was recommended by Nayeon-unnie, it's probably good. I didn't know she studied film in college" she says, to which Mina simply hums as she concentrates on what the characters are saying and what the subtitles say, as there are parts in Japanese that she doesn't want her girlfriend to miss. Occasionally, Mina whispers in her ear some of the lines or words that she feels are oversimplified in the subtitles, but it's still Chae who keeps talking the whole time. She describes what happened in the scene as if they weren't watching the same thing, comments on how neat the costumes are, talks about how beautiful she thinks the composition is, suddenly switches to the Japanese occupation in which the story is set, asks about something she doesn't have time to read, laughs when she realizes that just like the protagonists, one of them is Korean and the other one is Japanese, she then clarifies that in this case it is the Korean who has to learn Japanese... and Mina starts to be slightly annoyed.

She’s a person who enjoys silence and is easily overwhelmed by too much noise or loud voices, like when they get together with their other seven friends and there are a lot of conversations going on at the same time. She knows it's something she needs to keep working on, but if anything, a red line for her is people talking while watching series or movies. Just like her beloved girlfriend is doing right now, who doesn't seem to pick up on the little interest her rambling receives, being answered only with monosyllables, short sentences and humming. They have been watching the movie for a while now and she’s squirming in her seat because of the discomfort and her urge to say or do something about it. her urge to get it over with is interrupted when she remembers that the girl in her arms is sick and what she needs right now is more care, the least she can do is listen to her thoughts and concerns. Even if she has decided to share them right while they are watching a movie in each other's arms.

Just when the scene in which the protagonists share a moment of intimacy comes and takes Mina's breath away, Chaeyoung speaks and it takes all of Mina’s will to restrain herself and take a deep breath until she hears what her girlfriend has to say now. "Mina-chan, don't move away; it's cold."

And that's when Mina puts all the pieces together and moves her hand to her girlfriend's forehead. As expected, it's quite warm compared to hers and then she leans down to place her lips on her girlfriend's forehead, who without quite knowing what Mina's intentions are, smiles in anticipation of a kiss on her forehead. "Baby, you have a fever" she says softly. "Pause the movie. I'll get the thermometer and some medicine." That's certainly not what Chae, who now had her eyes closed ready to receive the next kiss on her lips, expected to hear. Mina can't help but laugh at the sight before her, but she quickly gets up to get everything she needs from the kitchen and bathroom. After a year of dating her, she should know better.

Luckily, there haven't been many times when one has had to take care of the other while they were sick, but enough times that Mina knows that Chaeyoung starts talking non-stop when her fever starts to rise. It's something that will always make her giggle, it's an odd trait that she finds adorable. "Was I talking that much?" Chae aks to her girlfriend, realizing what's going on, to which Mina nods and chuckles. "I was about to lose it" admits the older one, making her girlfriend blush. "Sorry, I didn't realize" she apologizes and Mina shakes her head as she gets up to grab the thermometer and a couple of other things.

"Here" she says as she returns with the thermometer the box of pills, a sachet of vitamins and a glass of water. "You should uncover for a while, Chaeyoungnie" she says, using a soft voice as she tries to take the blanket she is wrapped in, but her girlfriend grabs it and looks at her with a pout "But I'm so cold". Mina laughs softly "Yesterday you didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, come on, let’s get the thermometer on you".

Mina wasn't mistaken, the thermometer after five minutes reads 39°C, and the first thing she does is pull the blanket aside this time for real and go get a towel. After taking the medicine, they play the movie back on and now that Chae is starting to feel worse, it’s no longer being interrupted by her ramblings, but by all the times Mina has to get up from the couch to re-wet the towel, until she checks her temperature again and it has dropped a few tenths of a degree. Before the movie is over, Chaeyoung falls asleep. She has replaced the blankets with her girlfriend and now is curled up resting her head in the crook of her neck, she warms her hands under the older one's t-shirt and has one of her legs between hers. Mina, now unable to move and not knowing where the remote is, ends up watching the movie alone until the last word of the credits because she finds it impossible to wake her girlfriend when she is sleeping peacefully in her arms.

Fifteen minutes have passed — maybe thirty or an hour — at this point she doesn't even know and she decides it's time to go to bed. She carefully separates her body from her girlfriend's and whispers sweet nothings, trying to wake her up. "Chaeyoungnie, let's go to bed" she whispers for the tenth time and this time she finally gets a "Hmm?" but nothing else, so she decides to take charge of the situation and gets up to pick up her girlfriend until she sees the restrained smile on her face that ends up giving her away. "You're awake! Come on, let's go to bed." Chaeyoung shakes her head and uses her sick privilege, and those eyes with which she gets anything from Mina, and asks her to carry her to their bed.

It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep, but at some ungodly hour of the night, the younger one doesn't stop moving and shivering, thus waking up the older one. Still asleep, with her eyes half open and the dim light coming through the window, she gropes her girlfriend's forehead to check her temperature and when she notices the hairs of her bangs soaked in sweat, she sits up right away and looks again for the thermometer and the towel. This time it reaches 40°C so she immediately uncovers her and places the towel on her forehead, also cooling her face and neck down making her shiver and whimper. "Mina-chan?" she asks with her eyes closed as she doesn’t have enough energy to open them. "I'm here. Your fever is up again, but don't worry. Try to sleep; I'll take care of you" she reassures her and when she sees her weakly nod her head, she caresses her face gently and runs her fingers through Chaeyoung's sweaty hair.

That's how she spent the rest of the night, cuddling her girlfriend, wetting the towel with cold water from time to time and checking the temperature, which didn’t drop below 38ºC all night long. Between one thing and another, she has had time to drink two coffees and has taken the laptop to get ahead of work, knowing that it is best to spend the day with her in case she has to take her to the doctor. When dawn breaks, Mina writes an email to her company informing them she won’t be able to attend work today, she presses enter and listens to the beep of the thermometer, checking that the temperature has finally dropped. She places the laptop on her bedside table, takes off her glasses, deactivates the alarm on her phone and finally lets herself fall asleep.

The sun finishes rising, illuminating the entire room, this time it is Chaeyoung who wakes up. Beside her, she finds her girlfriend with noticeable bags under her eyes, her glasses and laptop beside her just like when she suffers from insomnia. This time, she’s also holding the towel with which she has been using on her forehead all night long. Although the image melts Chaeyoung's heart, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought that her girlfriend has had to spend the night awake taking care of her because of her poor choices. Soon, the guilt is replaced by the warmth she feels in her chest as she looks at her girlfriend, thinking how grateful and loved she is. After a year together, she still finds it hard to believe that a person like Mina is in love. And not only in love but willing to love her even more with the hairs of her bangs sticking to her forehead from the cold sweat of fever, or like that time when, after finishing her sculpture project, she suffered a contracture and had to help her bathe for five days, or when she drank so much with her unnies that she spent half the night vomiting with her head stuck in the toilet while Mina held her hair and just like today, she then prepared miso soup for her on each of those occasions. According to her, it works to cure everything.

With a smile on her lips, she carefully strokes Mina's hair and covers her with the blanket as she feels her cold skin making her wake up. "Take the medicine. I'll make you some breakfast in a little while, give me five minutes" she hears her say in her newly awake voice. And, unlike the day before, Chae accepts the offer as she feels she doesn't have enough strength to stand for more than five minutes.

True to her word, in less than fifteen minutes, Mina enters the room with a bowl of miso soup. "Thank you, Mina-chan" she says as she picks it up and places it on the nightstand to cool down a bit. "No problem. I made it yesterday, I just warmed it up" she shrugs as the other shakes her head. "It's not about the soup, it's about everything. Thank you for taking care of me and loving me so well. I love you" she clarifies, earning a smile from the girl in front of her. One of those gummy smiles that makes her eyes practically disappear. She says nothing, simply caresses her cheek and reaches up, seeking a kiss from her girlfriend, who, instead of joining her lips with her whispers "You're going to get sick" by way of warning, a warning they are both willing to ignore. "That's not going to stop me. I can't think of a better plan than spending anothers day at home with you instead of going to work. Besides, what was that thing your teacher said for you to end up in the rain... Live, feel, eat, love, laugh, travel and kiss without thinking about tomorrow?" She teases her girlfriend again about the rain incident and Chaeyoung nods her head before kissing Mina. "I guess I'll have to take good care of you" she whispers against her lips.

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daydream-cement · 2 years ago

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Okay hi! I love your writing so much!!

I have a request that I’m embarrassed about but I just need it in my life, if you’d be up for writing it of course!!

So it’s a reader x Larissa request.

Reader is laying down playing video games on like a Nintendo switch or something and not paying any attention to Larissa and Larissa is like getting a lil annoyed because reader is so distracted by the game. So she eventually decides that she’s had enough and either start fucking her while she’s playing or shes like punishing reader for neglecting her :))

Feeling Neglected

Larissa Weems x f!reader (NSFW)

Authors Note: This was a slay. Thank u for this anon.

You lay on your stomach across your bed, playing video games. You had been working on completing a certain task for days now and finally you were ready to face the final boss. Video games were your special activity to play on the weekends and occasional weeknight to unwind from the week.

Larissa sat up in bed, your legs on either side of her. She had been content reading a book for a while, but soon she was seeking a different kind of stimulation and she wasn’t going to get it from a book. She disposed of the book on the nightstand, turning back to rest her hands on your ass. Gently, she began grabbing and squeezing at your ass, causing you to laugh and shift away.

“Riss, I am so close right now.” You say, referring to your game, but Larissa’s mind traveled elsewhere. Her hands shifted inward so her caressing was closer to your pussy. You shift again, knowing what she is up to back there.

Larissa was a little annoyed at you shifting away. She grabbed your hips and pulled you back so you couldn’t escape her. Then you felt her fingers pulling aside your panties, you were regretting only wearing a shirt of Larissa’s to bed. Larissa’s voice sounded like she was innocent, “When are you going to be done, honey? I’m just getting so bored.”

“Just a couple more minutes…”You tried focusing in on your game, ignoring her squeezing and rubbing, but it was becoming challenging. You had seen people pass this level before, you only had a little bit left. You felt her fingers spreading your cunt. You wished that she didn’t make you so wet, but it was impossible to resist her.

Larissa said nothing, but her gentle teasing made you nervous for something greater to come. There it was the final boss, accompanied by Larissa’s fingers sliding into you. You couldn’t help yourself when you pulled one leg higher to give her more access, your movement making Larissa smirk.

She gave you a couple pumps of her fingers before pulling them out. You wondered if she was done, but she was actually just swirling her tongue around her fingers before pushing them into you once again. You moan, pressing a wrong button and accruing more damage to your character than normal, “Shit.”

You try shifting you hips away from Larissa again, but she was ready for you, grabbing you hips and pulling you closer again. Her gesture made you laugh.

“Just give me a couple minutes, Riss.”

“I can make you cum in a couple minutes.” You felt her graze your cunt with her fingers once more. This time she moved her fingers lower to circle your clit. You couldn’t help but back your hips against her hand, wanting more.

“Please…” You whine, not knowing if you were begging for her to stop or to make you cum.

Larissa chooses the latter and moves her fingers back up to finger you. She gently pushes in one finger and then another. She pumps them in and out of you as you push your face down into the bed. You had completely forget about your game.

Her spare hand moved down so her thumb could rub against your clit as she finger-fucked you. You let out a long moan, fully allowing yourself to enjoy the sensation. Her fingers leave your clit for a moment and a swift spank comes down on your ass, surprising you, “You don’t want me to feel neglected. Do you, baby?”

“Mmnnm.” You hum in response, unable to truly focus on her words.

Larissa only smirks to herself, understanding that you were absolutely putty in her hands. Your moans became uncontrollable as she continued her movements on you. You were so close, you just needed a little more.

“Cum for me, baby…” Larissa whispered, speeding up her fingering and increasing her pressure on your clit.

You did as you were told, cumming on her fingers and pushing your face deeper in the bed to muffle your final groan. Larissa pulled her fingers from you, tasting them and then giving you a final spank, “Win this game so you can give me some head.”

“Yes, ma’am.” That sounded like an order. You take a deep breath, lifting your head and grabbing the controller.

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yanderelionwrites · 1 year ago

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Pucker Up, Buttercup (Yandere!Denki Kaminari x Reader)

Synopsis: For some reason, Denki has the notion that giving you your first kiss will bring the two of you closer together...

Content Warning: yandere, implied kidnapping, non-consensual touching, forced kissing

Word Count: 1.9k

Denki Kaminari was an affectionate man. Words weren’t enough for him; he needed action to convey his love. So it hurt his heart to find out that his darling didn’t share the same sentiment.

You hated his touch. Each hug was too tight, every peck on the cheek was too slobbery. Everything he did was too much. You can’t help but flinch every time he comes close, waiting in anticipation for him to smother you in cuddles and kisses.

Denki didn’t know what he was doing wrong. He just wants to love on you, why are you acting scared? He thought taking you and keeping you in his apartment would bring the two of you closer, but it seems to have done the opposite. He thought showering you in affection and gifts would do the trick, but that’s proving to be fruitless too.

The blond sighed as he patrolled through the city on his usual route. His eyes were scanning the streets for danger but his mind was elsewhere. There’s gotta be some way to get you to be comfortable with him. At least to the point where you don’t push him away whenever he hugs you.

He thinks back to his days in U.A., when you actually welcomed his touch with open arms. Denki had never felt so much warmth and kindness from another person before, and he quickly developed a crush within only a few weeks of knowing you. He’d had plenty of other crushes in the past, but with you, it was different. This was something he’d never felt before. You made him feel wanted, needed.

Soon he grew to crave your presence. He just had to have you; he didn’t want to be with anyone else.

Well, he got what he asked for, but not without suffering the consequences. Now, instead of warmth, Denki was met with fear and anger. You wanted nothing to do with him anymore. And it bothered him to no end.

He trudged through the agency he worked at, feeling tired and annoyed that he hasn’t found a solution to improving your attitude towards him. Denki slumped down into his chair, laying his head flat against his wooden desk. Think…how can I win them over again…

“So what’d you think of the manga I lent you? It was good, right?” You asked him, sitting on his dorm bed while he sat on the floor, playing on his Nintendo Switch.

“Eh, it was kinda cheesy, not gonna lie,” Denki smirked, leaning his head back to look at you. “No way do you actually like reading those trashy romance books.”

“Aw, come on! I thought it was sweet. The way the male lead gave the main character her first kiss at the end, it was so romantic!” You gushed. “Don’t tell me you don’t ever daydream about scenarios like that.”

Denki shrugged, knowing full well that he does dream about that kind of stuff. All the time. With you. But he would never admit that. “Maybe. I just think it’s a little unrealistic.”

“It’s fiction, Kaminari. And a manga. Of course it’s gonna be fluffed up,” You rolled your eyes. Then smiling dreamily, you added, “I hope my first kiss will be that exciting…”

That’s it!

Denki shot up from his seat, causing his coworkers to startle next to him. How has he not thought of this before? He knows for sure that you have yet to have your first kiss, and who better to make it as romantic as can be than him? This will certainly bring the two of you closer! It has to! An ecstatic smile crept onto Denki’s face as he got ready to go home. His cheeks warmed at the thought of feeling your lips for the first time, and he couldn’t wait to see your own flushed face afterward.

By the time he got home, Denki was practically vibrating with excitement. As usual, you weren’t there to greet him at the door, but that was okay. Everything will be better than okay after tonight.

“Hey, I’m home!” He called out, turning on the living room lights while his eyes scanned the room. His brief frown quickly disappeared when he saw your bedroom lights on, the door open just a crack. He burst through the door, causing you to jump and shut the book you were reading. You gave your captor an indignant glare.

“Ever heard of knocking?” You snarled from your sitting position on the bed, flipping through the book to find the page you were on.

Denki chuckled, coming around to his side of the bed and sitting down. “Why would I need to knock to get to my own bedroom?” He simpered, slipping his visor off and tossing them onto the nightstand. “You weren’t doing anything naughty in here, were you?”

You tugged on the collar that was strapped around your neck, a nervous tic you had developed when Denki had forced you to wear it. He had “gifted” it to you the first week you were here, explaining that if you misbehaved or tried to run away, it would shock you. How fitting for a hero with an electricity quirk.

“No, you just startled me, that’s all,” You muttered, shoving your face back into your book.

Denki hummed as he finished changing out of his hero costume into his regular clothes. “I’m only teasing, buttercup. I know you’ve been extra good lately. So good that I think you deserve a reward.”

Your eyes flicked to him, a skeptical but still curious look on your face. Denki often had a wildly different definition for what was considered a reward or a gift. You put your book down, prompting him to continue.

“It’s been awhile since you’ve had some fresh air, soooo…why don’t we go out onto the balcony?”

You perked up at that idea, eyes widening in surprise. Normally, it would be a silly thing to get excited about, but it’s been so long since you’ve been outside. Felt the wind on your skin. Breathed in the (not-so-fresh) city air. You were never allowed on the balcony, Denki’s orders. You guessed it was because there was the possibility of someone seeing and recognizing you. Or the fact that you might shout for help the minute you step out onto the platform.

“Really? You’ll let me go out there?” You asked, hopeful and pleading.

“Yeah, babe! You’ve earned it,” The blond grinned, coming to stand in front of you to pat your head. “But you have to promise me that you won’t try anything funny, okay?”

“Yeah, promise,” You rushed out, jumping up from the bed and heading to the balcony’s sliding glass door. Denki followed after you, loving the way you waited patiently for him to unlock it. How cute, you look just like a puppy. He’s glad you’re as enthusiastic about this as he is.

Soon, you were gazing up at the night sky, your smile shining just as brightly as the full moon above you. You wished the city's lights would turn off so you could see the millions of stars covering the sky, but you would have to settle for the few that were there. It was still a beautiful sight, however, one that you would never take for granted again.

Your hands took hold of the railing, and you leaned over it to look at the streets that were still busy with cars and pedestrians heading home or enjoying a night on the town. You used to be one of those people.

You sighed.

“It’s a nice view, right?” You had almost forgotten that Denki was out there too; he had been so quiet up until now. You only nodded in response, trying to save the peaceful silence that had been kept between the two of you.

“When I get big as a hero, I’m gonna buy the nicest penthouse I can find,” He didn’t seem to get the hint, though. “And then we’ll have the biggest balcony with the best view in the whole city. How do you like the sound of that?” He was right beside you now, elbows nearly touching yours on the railing. You scooted an inch or two away.

I’d like it better if you weren’t in the picture.

At least that’s what you wanted to say, but didn’t because you wanted to stay out there as long as possible. You opted to just shrug your shoulders, an indifferent answer that wouldn’t lead him on.

“We could spend hours out there then. No one would be able to see us cuz we’d be so high up,” Denki was leaning in even more now, his face dangerously close to yours. His eyes were half-lidded, giving you a sultry look. “It would just be the two of us.”

You didn’t like how his gaze jumped down to your lips for a brief second. Alarm bells were going off inside your head, and you were starting to regret accepting his reward. Your body tensed when he moved his hand over yours.

“We should probably head back inside, it’s getting a little chilly out-“

Swift as lightning, Denki pinned your hands to the railing, pressing his chest against yours so your back was squished against the metal barrier. Before you knew it, you were met with an innocent and coy smile inches away from your face.

“We can’t leave yet…we just got out here,” His breath tickled your nose, causing it to scrunch up. “You’re always trying to leave whenever I get close to you… It really hurts me, buttercup…”

“Denki, l-let me go,” You wanted to sound intimidating and stern, but your words came out shaky and pathetic. You tried to remove your hands from his, but they wouldn’t budge. You had underestimated how strong your captor really was.

“Shhh… It’s okay, baby,” Denki moved in towards your lips, his eyes closing as he puckered his mouth.

You leaned backwards, as far as you could go, turning your head to the side to avoid his kiss. You gasped as you got a nice view of the drop below, but the vertigo was short-lived when you felt Denki grab your face, smushing your cheeks together to pucker your own lips. He brought you close to him again, making direct eye contact with you.

“Stop struggling. I’m trying to make this special for you,” He huffed, though his glare didn’t last long as he returned to the task at hand. “They say you never forget your first kiss, so I want to make sure this will be burned into your mind.”

Denki smashed his lips against yours in a crushing kiss. Just like everything he did, it was too much. It was obvious he was inexperienced, and you figured that this was his first time too. His lips felt rough as they moved against yours in an overly eager way, and you whimpered at how he tried to delve his tongue into your mouth. He only smirked at your resistance, however, taking it as a challenge. The blond bit down on your bottom lip, causing you to yelp and giving him the access he needed. His wet and warm tongue wriggled all around inside your mouth, exploring every crevice and committing it to memory.

You thanked whatever higher being that was listening to your silent pleas when Denki released you to gasp for air. A trail of spit connected the two of you, and you desperately wanted to wipe it off, but your captor beat you to it. He licked his lips right afterward, shooting a playful grin your way.

“Was that romantic enough for you? Because we can always try again.”

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 21 hours ago

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Lily Evans had always been on James Potter's radar. At the beginning she had been the annoying girl who followed the rules, never did anything fun, and never let anyone do anything fun. Then, she had been one of the first girls James had noticed as pretty and hot when he hit puberty. At that time, Lily Evans had been a game to prove something to his friends and annoy Snape.

Later, James had dated other girls and was sure the Lily Evans dilemma was done and over.

Lily Evans was just another girl James knew. Not interesting enough. Just another classmate he loved to compete with and piss off. That was it, right?

It was purely coincidence that James couldn't get his eyes away from her now. It was simply weird that she wasn't in the common room with her nose stuck in a book, but rather socializing. And with a boy for that matter... What was his name again?

The bloke was making her laugh like a fool. She even had her cheeks slightly pink. She seemed to be having fun. Lily Evans didn't know how to have fun, did she?

Was was going on? Penny Prefect Evans didn't socialize. Her only friend was Snivellus and that was sad because he couldn't be considered a good friend even.

Now a boy, a stupid boy was making her laugh out of nowhere?

James didn't like this. He didn't care. He just didn't like it.

"Who's that?" he asked casually to his friends.

They had been doing homework quietly, or rather trying to. It was mainly Peter playing on his Nintendo, Remus reading a book, Sirius on his lap, trying to bother Peter. And James tossing his rugby ball high and higher then grabbing it back. But homework nevertheless. A rather normal afternoon.

"Who?" Sirius asked, hitting Peter's head and distracting him.

"Sirius! I was in first place!" he protested. Sirius giggled.

James ignored his blond friend "That bloke talking with Evans" he shrugged at the end to emphasize that he didn't care.

The three boys turned to look, even Remus looked up from his book.

"Luke Gardener" the latter answered.

"Who?"

"He's a seventh year" Remus explained "Girls consider him cute. Shy, not hot or sexy but cute"

That wanker didn't look shy at all. He didn't stop talking. What was he even talking about?

"How do you know that?" Sirius asked with a giggle.

"I listen to girls' conversations without wanting sometimes" Remus said "They either consider me one of them or completely invisible. Whatever theory is possible"

"I'm pretty sure that's not true, Moony"

"Well, they certainly notice you" Remus shrugged. Sirius smirked.

James was not even paying attention. His focus was on the way Evans was flipping her hair back. It looked weird on her.

"Why is he even talking to Evans, anyway?" James snapped without thinking.

"I bet he is asking her for help with his homework" Peter intervened, still looking at the little screen.

It didn't look like it. Evans didn't like when arseholes wanted to ask her for help or wanted to pay her to do their work for them. James knew that. She wasn't Remus.

To confirm it, Remus said:

"Luke has top marks in everything..." then he blushed realizing what he said "So, I've heard"

What a wanker!

"Gardener, why does it sound familiar?" James tapped his chin.

"Wasn't a Logan Gardener our Rugby Captian in our thrid year?" Sirius frowned.

Yes! That was why that bloke was familiar. James remembered Logan Gardener from years ago. He was a killing rugby player, popular and had a cute blond girlfriend. James used to believe he was cool. But he didn't know he had a little brother.

"Right!" James frowned "Ha..." he hissed "It is still weird that Gardener would be talking to Evans..."

None of his friends seemed to even care.

"What do you think he wants from her?"

Remus and Peter were silent. Sirius let out a chuckle.

"Isn't obvious, Prongs?"

James raised an eyebrow.

"He wants a good snog and if he is lucky maybe a good shag"

As Remus hit Sirius's head, James was in shock. Apart from Snivellus, he wasn't aware of blokes being interested on Evans. Sure, she had grown to be prettier than she used to be. Sure, she had a nice body to look at specially when she wore a tight blouse. Sure, she even had a nice pair of boobs that James kind of stared when she wore a neckline.

But this was Lily Evans they were talking about. She was nosy, and annoying, and a teacher's pet. She was friends with Snivellus and nobody liked Snivellus. Everyone knew she was not for a snog. Worse a shag. You were more likely to get a good slap and a nice kick in the balls before getting to first base or even getting a chaste kiss from her.

Lily Evans was not that kind of girl. She didn't snog, she didn't date... Worse! She didn't shag....

James let out a nervous giggle that soon turned into a nervous laughter that sounded from an evil character from a Disney Movie. James's three friends looked at him like he had gone mental.

"Right..." he said as he continued laughing "That's ridiculous"

"Yeah," Sirius snorted "knowing his brother Logan's cute girlfriends, you would believe this bloke had better taste"

"Lily is pretty" Remus intervened "And rather nice"

"Isn't she dating Snivellus?" Peter asked, finally looking up from his console.

"They are not even talking" James responded immediately, eyes still on the weird scene "I think they got into a fight"

"That's why Gardener is taking his chance" Sirius said with a stupid smirk "Maybe he is getting better luck that you did on fourth year"

James loved Sirius but sometimes he wanted to hit his face when he did stupid jokes like those.

James had concluded that the Lily Evans Game was too difficult for him. And well, he started dating Mary and he stopped trying to get Evans's attention.

He had thought Evans was a lost case even. But Sirius was right, Luke Gardener was doing a perfect good job. And James didn't like it at all.

Call it pride, call it jealousy, James Potter didn't care.

"Well, we will see about that"

James wasn't good at thinking before acting. So he raised to his feet with determination.

"What are you doing, Prongs?" Remus asked rather scared.

James considered his answer "Giving a little enterteinment to this evening"

James knew that Sirius was going to sit up and grin in expectation. Peter even put away his console and Remus simply rolled his eyes.

With confidence, James walked towards the strange couple.

"And I even solve puzzles on my free time... You know those of pretty landscapes?"

God! This boy was a bloody nerd.

"Oh, those are lovely!" Evans was saying when James started giggling nervously behind them.

That's when they acknowdelged his presence and they weren't happy about it.

"I love puzzles too!" James lied "I even solve them with my dad all the time"

Lily wasn't even subtle when she rolled her eyes in annoyance. James ignored that.

"Potter" Gardener said "We were in the middle of something"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, in the middle of something important, Potter!"

A grin appeared on James's face as everytime Lily got cutely annoyed by him.

"Very well..." James chanted as he hit Gardener's shoulder "Bruce..."

"My name is Luke"

James raised an eyebrow "And what did I say?"

"You said Bruce..."

But Lily Evans interrupted.

"We're not in the mood for your stupid jokes, or pranks or whatever this is, Potter" Lily groaned "So why don't you just fuck off?"

"Rude!" James gasped "I was only reminding you of something you love, dear Evans..." and as he said this, he put his arm around her shoulder but she pushed him away "The rules, and how Jack here..."

"Luke..." he said under his breath with annoyance.

"Is breaking the rules by being here" James continued "It is almost carefew and no people from other houses are supposed to be in The Gryffindor Common Room"

"For your information, Potter!" Lily spat "It is barely 4 p.m and Anyway... Luke is a Gryffindor"

"Whaaat??" James frowned "You're not a Gryffindor!"

Gardener was losing patience "Yes, I am"

"How come I've never seen you before?"

The boy blinked "You have Potter, many many times..." he hissed "It's just that you didn't know I existed"

"Pfffff....." James placed his arms around their shoulders "That's funny..."

Lily pushed his arm away again.

"I knew your brother Logan"

"Yeah, I know"

"How is that old'chap?"

Lily Evans took a deep breath.

"What do you want, Potter?"

You. A voice said inside his brain. James panicked.

"Remus!" he thought fast "Remus wanted me to ask you if you'd replace him as your token Gryffindor male best friend"

James knew Remus was listening and fuming him with his eyes.

"Oh, I am not replacing Remus" Lily answered.

"Then.... Remus wants to know..." James cleared his throat as he placed his hands on his pockets "Why... Why do you hang out with this guy....Why?"

Lily snorted "Oh, Remus wants to know?"

"Yes!"

"Then why doesn't he ask me himself?"

"Because he is shy!" James snapped "And I am a good friend"

"Is that so?"

"Yes! I offered to ask you for him"

Lily turned to look at the spot where the boys where. The three of them immediately looked away and pretended to be doing something else. Very smooth....

"Well if Remus wants to know so badly..." Lily said rather pissed "You should tell him that Luke and I are not friends..."

"Oh really?"

Luke frowned rather hurt and James was satisfied.

"No, we are not friends...." Lily added "We are dating!!"

While all the color on James's face was gone, Luke Gardener looked like a Christmas Tree.

"We are?"

Lily hestitated. "Yes. As in boyfriend and girlfriend!" then she went as red as her hair.

James wanted to punch the grin out of Gardener's stupid face,

"Yes, we are, Potter"

When Gardener put an arm around Evans and she blushed, James wanted to die.

This was a lie. They couldn't be dating. Lily Evans couldn't be dating that random bloke. She was special. She deserved someone special. That's what James told everyone who believed Snape was her boyfriend in the past.

And it hurt. I hurt because who was Luke Gardener to have the previledge of being Lily Evans's first boyfriend. To make her laugh, to make her happy. To be able to kiss that beautiful mouth and hold her delicate waist. To be able to be the one she whispers for at night, and be the reason she smiles in the morning. To be able to touch her skin and make her shiver....

NO! NO NO NO NO.... James, get that image out of your head.

Maybe it was the fact that fourteen-year-old James had tried so hard to get her attention without results that it pissed him that a random Jake Gardener would make her say yes.

She deserved better!

"Youcannotbedating!!" James exclaimed with a high-pitched voice. It was rather embarrassing.

"For your information, Potter" Lily snapped "Yes, I can. I can do whatever I want"

Gardener was using that i'm-sorry-mate-but-actually-not sorry-fuck-you-i-won expression.

"And... It is none of your business, anyway..."

James shrugged "I was asking for Remus" he explained

"Whatever" Lily said, without believing him.

"Remus was just worried that you won't be spending time with him because of your...because of your... " he couldn't say it "because of him... Because of Bryan..."

"My name is Luke! Luke! It doesn't even rime with Bryan"

"Whatever, Mike"

Luke groaned.

Lily ignored that.

"Whatever I have to talk with Remus, I will talk with Remus face to face!" Lily spat "Thank you very much"

"Alright! I'll tell Remus exactly that"

"Well fuck off and tell him!"

"Yes I will!"

"Fine!"

Staring at Lily's beautiful angry face, James realized how much he wanted to kiss her right now. He was noticing the shades of yellow in her green eyes, Her freckles across her nose. Her long eyelashes and how wet and pink her lips were. Her thick ginger eyebrows and her browny shadow contrasting her pale skin.

Lily Evans was even more pretty than he thought.

She made James's heart jump inside his chest and feel something flying inside his tummy. And even some parts of his body began twitching.

What the fuck?

"I...should probably go..." Gardener interrupted the intense staring contest "I have homework to do"

Lily looked away first.

"No, Luke! Wait!" Lily said, grabbing his wrist. His wrist! "Do you want to maybe have a stroll outside...and ....talk?"

James blinked. Lily Evans didn't say no to doing homework. Lily Evans didn't blush for a boy and put a lock of hair behind her ear for a boy.

Gardener gave James a suspicious look. Then smiled at Lily.

"Sure, Lily" he said "I would like that"

James wanted to scream.

Lily gave him a nasty look before taking Gardener's hand. HIS HAND!, and walking to the door.

"Wait, Evans...."

James was going to follow them and maybe humiliate himself in the process. But luckily someone stopped him.

"Well, that was awkward" Sirius laughed. He laughed! "I can't believe Penny Prefect has a boyfriend"

James was miserable.

"I can't believe you used me for that stupid conversation" Remus tutted as he approached.

"And I can't believe...." Peter said, trying to feel included "I can't believe I lost my tournament to watch that pathetic attempt of flirting..." he laughed awkardly "That was embarrassing, am I right?"

"Years of attempts and Gardener just tried once and beated you, Prongsie" Sirius giggled.

"He didn't even try. It was Lily who asked him out so..." Remus shutted up when he saw James's expression.

"Will you fuck off?" James didn't sound offended, like they had hurt his pride. He sounded heartbroken and tired.

"It was a joke" Peter tried.

"Why do you even care, Prongs?" Sirius added "Evans Operation is far over... We don't care that you totally lost!" he grinned.

"BECAUSE I FANCY HER!" James screamed so hard that several people turned to look. His friends were in shock.

James blinked realizing what he had said and how true those words were. It wasn't about a game or a pride show anymore. He actually couldn't stop thinking about her. He thought of Lily Evans when he aced an exam, and wanted to see her angry reaction to his success. He thought of Lily Evans when he made a prank with his friends and wanted to see how pissed Lily Evans would be and how she would threathen them to tell a teacher. He thought of Lily Evans when he played rugby and he secretly wished she would be cheering from the stairs.

Everything he did was because and for Lily Evans. And dammit, he didn't care what others thought. Lily Evans was the prettiest girl in school.

"I fancy Lily Evans" he repeated more sure now "And it is real this time" he laughed "It is real"

James's friends were processing his words rather differently. Peter was openmouthed because he probably thought about all those times when Lily and James yelled at each other. Remus was smiling probably because he was a romance sucker and probably something like this happened to one of those characters from his books. And Sirius...

Sirius seemed to not like the idea at all.

"Prongs..."

"Piss off, Sirius" James said before his best friend would enlist all the negative things he could find in Lily Evans, and judging on how much Sirius hated her (as much as Snivellus), they were a lot.

"I want to be alone, right now" James added "Okay?" he smiled at the end. Just in case.

James was going to the only place he could think about his discovery. The Rugby Pitch. And probably drown himself in exercise.

#I don't like the version of James seeing Lily for the first time at eleven and realizing he was in love with her #Life and teenagers are more complicated than that #marauders #maraudersera #muggle au #james potter #lily evans #jily #james x lily #sirius black #remus lupin #peter pettigrew

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useless19 · 11 months ago

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In one of my previous posts I mentioned reading/playing the old Nintendo Adventure Books when I was a kid. Out of curiosity, I managed to find some scans of them online and poked through some of the ones I didn't used to have.

They still have an old-school cartoon vibe (constant quips, a lot of nasty appearance-shaming toward the bad guys, etc - they're from 1991), but if you can get over that, I really like the way they often have puzzles to give you hints as to which way to go. It's something I feel is missing from most choose-your-own-adventure books.

(Okay, yes, sometimes the puzzles pushed you in the wrong direction or were just straight up wrong, but the concept is there at least).

However, the reason I'm making this post, is because book 4 Koopa Capers has an opening which I'm amazed that the bowuigi crowd seems to have missed.

"KoopExpress," a voice yells outside the Super Mario Bros. plumbing shop in the heart of Brooklyn, New York. "Special Delivery!"

Luigi looks up from his new invention, a water-powered pasta machine. It isn't working quite right. "Strange," he says. "Mario and I weren't expecting any deliveries today."

The tall, thin plumber tucks his high-tech plumber's helper into the pocket of his green overalls and heads for the door.

When Luigi opens the door, he sees a big package on the stoop. It looks like a giant hero sandwich wrapped in brown paper. "Mmm, looks tasty! But there's no return address," he says, stroking his thick black mustache.

Luigi is even more puzzled when he takes the paper off. "It's a rug!" he exclaims. "I wonder where it came from?" He unrolls the carpet on the living room floor. "Very pretty. It looks like a Goomba pattern."

He steps onto the rug to get a better look. "Hey!" he shouts as it comes to life under his feet. It's a magic carpet!

Before Luigi can escape, the rug wraps itself around him so that only his head and feet protrude from the ends. It rises into the air and zooms down the hall through the special pipe in the workshop that leads to the Mushroom World.

The next thing Luigi knows, the rug screeches to a halt in front of Bowser Koopa's castle. "Oh no!" Luigi thinks. "I'm being served to my worse enemy for dessert."

Out of the corner of his eye, Luigi sees two large helmeted red turtles carrying hammers. The Hammer Brothers! They waddle up to Luigi, pick him up, and carry him into the castle, still wrapped in the magic carpet.

Soon Luigi's bearers arrive at Bowser's enormous throne room. They unroll the carpet and send Luigi tumbling across the floor. He rolls to a halt at the scaly feet of Bowser Koopa, king of the turtles and leader of most of the bad guys in the Mushroom World.

"Good," Bowser says, squinting down his slimy snout at the prisoner. "Now, everybody out! Not you," he growls as Luigi tries to sneak off with the rest of the crowd.

Bowser waits until everyone else leaves. Then, in an embarrassed whisper, he says, "I need your help, plumber."

Before Luigi can recover from shock, the turtle king goes on. "My daughter, Wendy O. Koopa has vanished! She may have been kidnapped," he gulps, shedding a large crocodile tear.

He wipes his eyes with his sleeve and continues. "I sent my Koopa Troopas to search for her, but with no luck. I need a real hero to find her!" He puts his arm around Luigi's shoulder and adds, "I know you can do it. But the whole thing must be hush-hush. I want it kept a secret from my sons, the Koopalings. It's possible that one of them may be the kidnapper. Besides, no one can know you're working for me. It would be terrible for my image."

Luigi is very confused. "Let's recap," he says. "You want my to find your daughter? And you don't plan to tell anyone I'm working for you? So I'll still have to fight your flunkies, including your bratty kids, while I'm doing it?"

Bowser nods. "Right. Of course, your brother Mario might have been a better choice, but---"

"Oh sure, everyone would rather have Mario," Luigi retorts, offended. "Too bad he's fixing that drip at Niagara Falls. What if I say no?"

"I'd be very annoyed," says King Koopa, showing all his teeth in a sinister smile.

As Luigi looks at Bowser's enormous teeth, he says to himself, "Maybe Bowser is telling the truth. There's a first time for everything. And he does seem upset."

Luigi takes another look at the turtle. Bowser is now gazing at the ceiling and whistling innocently. "On the other hand, he's a born liar," the plumber thinks. "Well, maybe I should look into this mystery, just to see what the real story is. Besides, it would be quite a tale to tell Mario."

"Are there any clues?" he asks aloud.

Bowser holds out two shreds of paper. "There was a note in her room, but her Nipper plant chewed it up. This is all that's left."

Luigi can read only two words, FORT and MAGMA, on the scraps. "Intriguing," he says. "Okay, I'll do it. It might even be fun!"

Solve this puzzle to see what happens next:

Help Luigi find his way through this message maze to see where the clues lead.

If you think Luigi should go to the Magma Pits, turn to page 55.

If you think Luigi should go to the Fortress, turn to page 20.

If you think Luigi should look around Koopa's Castle, turn to page 29.

#smb #nintendo adventure books #bowuigi #honestly it's not suggestive #but i know what people were like with that trailer #in the midst of figuring out how to make this properly interactive and potentially hosting it somewhere #also might make for an interesting movie!verse fic opener #(with a few tweaks of course)

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parasolids · 3 months ago

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productivity hack for the barely functional

hi i am a deeply unfocused person. i rarely get out of bed on weekends and often struggle to do work or participate in hobbies because i struggle bad with initiating tasks or even figuring out what to do. however i have figured out a trick to keep my chronically doomscrolling self in motion, both at work and in hobbies, and i would like to share. this is a combination of the things that got my failing self through college, and my completely dead self to start doing hobbies again

do you often find yourself unable to get started with studying/work because there's just so much to do and your brain won't power on? do you often find yourself laying on the couch thinking of how you want to draw/watch TV/listen to music/read a book/play video games so instead you just lay there doing nothing? this guide is for you and i'm confident enough in it that i'm using it right now to write this and also an email i've been dreading for a month

ok so basically this is a combination of a few different tricks i've used in my life: 1) the pomodoro method 2) the Just Do It For 5 Minutes method 3) the PUP system of prioritization 4) break it down into its tiniest parts. that all sounds very complicated but basically just

0) do not sit on the couch or the bed do not pass go. don't lay on the floor. sit at your workspace

bed is a glue trap you won't be able to get up

1) write down all the stuff you have to do. then break it down into subtasks

this works because it tells you exactly what you are going to do. great if you have a brain that can't start on a task without basically having a step by step instruction list

basically just what it says on the label. while you're booting up your computer or whatever, get out a sheet of paper/your ipad/word processor/notion/planner/whatever and just start writing down everything that comes into your head. then split it into subtasks.

the subtasks are going to depend on your energy levels. on a good day for me, they might look like "write emails" and the subtasks will be "email doctor / email coworker / send report to boss". on days where i'm really struggling, it will look more like "take laptop out of bag / take wire out of bag / plug in laptop / open email / find report in explorer / attach to email to boss / write body of email and send". this is great if you have a brain that struggles with not knowing where to start or needing very specific instructions to get something done! it feels stupid having a checkbox for "take laptop out of bag" but it beats sitting there for 30 minutes staring at the wall which is what i would be doing if i didn't write it all down

2) prioritize

this works because it basically tells you where to start

if you're feeling up to it: i found a neat guide online ages ago called the PUP system. stands for 'purpose, urgency, passion'. basically, on a scale of 0-3, rate each task (not subtask) on:

purpose: how much do i gain by doing this/lose by not doing this?

urgency: how soon do i need to be done?

passion: how much do i want to do it?

higher numbers mean it's a higher priority but you might weigh certain numbers higher (like i prioritize urgency first, then the rest)

if you're not feeling up to it, basically just focus on urgency. i highlight things that need to be done ASAP in red, things that need to be done soon in yellow, and things that are open ended in blue

3) mise en place

this works because it irons out the bump of "i need to do xyz but the items i need are in a secondary location" and then you don't move, also having the item in your line of sight makes it easier for you to use it

take out all your stuff that you'll need for your tasks so you don't get hung up on the roadblock of "i want to play nintendo but my nintendo is in my bag" or "i need to read up on music theory but i left my book downstairs"

4) pick 2-3 tasks and set a 5 minute timer and MOVE

this works because it's hard to sit down and focus on a task for a long time, but you CAN usually brute force yourself to stay on a task for 5 minutes. also, when you hit a roadblock on one task, you take a break from it and when you cycle back around to it you have a fresher mind. finally, variety means you'll be starting multiple things at once as opposed to just one thing. it's easier to keep moving on something once you've taken the first step

yeah basically set a 5 minute timer. i do this on my smartwatch cause i already have a timer shortcut on my watch face, it's silent, and it keeps me from getting on my phone. while the timer is running, take your first task and full send just do it nonstop until the timer runs out.

now when the timer goes off, if you feel like you're in a flow, KEEP GOING until you feel like you've hit a roadblock and then switch tasks. otherwise when the timer runs out don't silence/stop the notification right away. finish up your sentence or whatever, take a couple seconds to reply to a text, check your email, change playlists, etc, THEN turn off your notif. then hit the restart button and move to your task next task. once you've cycled through all 2-3 tasks, go back to the first one

5) after completing 5 blocks of 5 minutes, take a 5-10 minute break

easier to work when you know you have a break coming soon. self explanatory i guess

and yeah thats it. while writing this guide i also wrote and sent the extremely dreaded email, made a cup of tea, and grabbed my stuff from the car. normally i do literally nothing but doomscroll on weekends but the other day i managed to practice guitar and work on two drawings. today at work i got a lot of things started that i wouldn't have tried otherwise

go forth and do things

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pearbunny · 1 year ago

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the bucket list ✘ [five]

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summary: Fly to Korea. Check. Buy a bouquet of flowers for a stranger. Check. Have said stranger come along with you to accomplish your bucket list? Well that wasn’t on the list, but falling in love was.

pairing: han jisung x afab!reader

genre: 18+ [MDNI] strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: angst, comfort, smut.

general warnings: tourist!mc, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, nudity, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of death in later chapters, overarching theme of mental health, eventual smut.

word count: ~6.3k

chapter content: mentions of food, alochol, excessive drinking, public singing, restaurant/bar setting, chef!lee know, bartender!jisung, barowner!changbin.

author's note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY STAY!! It's my first ever, hehe. Anyway, if I miss anything in the content warnings, please let me know. This one is longer than all other chapters, but i do hope you enjoy. :)

“Okay,” You grab your coffee and sit cross legged on the couch next to Jisung.

He almost jumps out of his seat, caught by surprise. He glares at you playfully with a pout on his lips, making a dramatic show of it all. “Y/N! What if I died in my game?!” He was playing on his Nintendo switch, completely engrossed in whatever game it was.

You peer over his shoulder, taking a glimpse at the screen. You roll your eyes at him and reach towards the leather bound notebook on the couch with your free hand. “Jisung, you’re playing Animal Crossing. You can’t die in that game.”

Jisung presses a couple of buttons on the handheld console and the sound of little high pitched gibberish plays on its built-in speakers. “Okay, counterpoint: what if I could?” He looks back at you, this time he’s the one to raise his brow. The pout on his lips quickly turns into a wide grin when you laugh at him.

The two of you have gotten into a comfortable routine at his apartment. He’s always up by the time you wake up and has already made coffee for himself, so he’s already got a cup for you waiting. You would join him in the kitchen after showering, hair up in a towel, make-up free, completely fresh from the sleep of the previous night.

One particular morning though, he wasn’t in the kitchen and instead in his room with the door cracked open. He had left you a note on the kitchen counter next to your coffee that had said, “Working on music. Headphones on. Just come in if you need anything.” It was in Korean and was a little difficult to read. Messy, all over the place, different sizes of characters, and you were about to give up until you saw an arrow at the corner of the post-it. You flipped it over and there, written just as messily, was an English translation. You remember being thankful over how thoughtful he was, despite the little drawing of a crying laughing smiley face next to it.

“I have a couple of questions, Jisung.” You place the book on your lap and flip it open with your left hand whilst you sip your coffee in your right.

“What’s up?” The clicky-clacky of the buttons of his switch sound off..

“Well,” you were looking over the list, “Do you have a pool?”

“No.” He answers simply.

“Okay, guess we’re not crossing off Have a Pool Party from the list…” Your brow furrows as you continue to find other options. “Would you want to go sky-diving?” You look over to him for his answer.

This time, he drops his game to look you straight in the eyes. “No. No way. Me? In a plane where I jump off?” He shakes his head and picks the game back up. “Ha. You couldn’t pay me.”

While he goes back to his game, you find yourself subconsciously smiling, sneaking in a couple more seconds of simply observing him: just in a white oversized tee, gray sweats, his hair kind of messy, most likely from laying in bed tossing and turning trying to get sleep. His glasses rest low on the bridge of his nose. When he rubs the strain from one of his eyes you quickly look away.

You stare a hole into the page of the notebook. “Ummm,” You glance back over to him to see if he noticed you staring. He didn’t, thankfully. Or if he did, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Oh,” He places the Switch on the coffee table, “Didn’t you want to do the road trip one?”

You shrug your shoulders. “I did, but you don’t have to come with me on it. I can take a bus or something.”

He shakes his head and grabs the book from your lap and puts it on his own. “Nah, no way. We’ll go together.” He runs his fingers over a couple of the items. “Look, you’ve got ‘Send a Message in a Bottle’, ‘Sleep under the Stars’, and ‘Exchange playlists with someone’. That is all road trip material. We can go to Busan.”

You scoot closer to him, looking at the things he pointed out. “Yeah, but I would feel bad if you were to come with me.”

Jisung rolls his eyes and closes the book with a slight thump. “You’re already staying in my apartment rent free.” He looks at you with a dead panned expression. He stands up and takes the book with him as he goes into the kitchen area.

You follow him, bringing your cup of coffee with you to the kitchen island with you.”Okay, but what about work?”

“We can stop by tonight.” He says, working on replacing the water in the sunflower bouquet vase. “You can see where I work and I can beg my boss for more days off.”

“I finally get to see where the Han Jisung works?” You watch him with your eyes squinted and a playful smirk on your lips. “Maybe he works as an adult dancer, or at a host club?”

You can see his shoulders shake up and down as he laughs. “Definitely not.” He turns back around to you, placing the vase on the island. “So, what do we need to get ready for our trip?”

You set your coffee cup aside and grab your phone, quickly searching up a travel guide to Busan on the browser. “Okay, well the bullet train will be about 60,000 Korean Won per person…” You scroll through the page, eyes speed reading through it. “First train leaves at 5:30 am and it would take us 3 hours…” You frown, that seemed like a lot of money…

Jisung leans against the island, hands bracing himself on either edge of the counter. “Or we could make it a real road trip and drive.”

“Oh,” You look up at him momentarily, then go back to your phone, opening a new tab. “Would renting a car be that much cheaper?”

Jisung laughs and places his hand over your phone, making you put it down. “I have a car, you dork.”

“You have a car?!”

Jisung nods simply, “Yes.”

“And we’ve been walking and taking a taxi everywhere?”

“Have you ever driven in a city? It’s horrible,” he pauses to laugh. “But if we’re going out of Seoul, it’s probably way more convenient than the train… but it will take us maybe an extra two hours.”

“Hmmm,” You rest your hand on your palm, thinking about the price of everything. “I guess in the long run, it would be cheaper if we decide to go to different places in Busan.”

Jisung goes to his room quickly and brings back his laptop, placing it on the counter and taking the seat beside you. He wakes the laptop off of sleep mode, “Do you normally plan out things? Next you’re going to give me an hourly schedule.”

You nod and give off a lopsided smile. “Yeah.. that is something I would do. That’s part of the reason why I wanted to do the bucket list.”

“I can kind of understand that.” Jisung takes a glance at you, before opening his own browser and looking up boarding options. “Well I’m glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone.” He stares at his screen now, biting his lip in concentration as he scrolls through pages.

“Thanks.” You place your hand on the back of his chair to brace yourself on it as you lean over to peer at his screen. “What about this one?”

He checks the availability. “One room left with two beds. I’ll book it right now.”

You hop off your chair and before you could make it through the guest room door, Jisung closes his laptop. “Okay, check-in is at 3.”

You turn around and pout at him, “But I was supposed to pay for it. I’m the one doing the bucket list!”

Jisung shrugs and takes his laptop, “Then you get the next one.” You can’t see it, but you know that he had the biggest grin on his face. “I’m going to pack my bags. I say we leave tomorrow at 10am.”

It doesn’t take you long to pack for a trip to Busan. You’re not completely sure how long you were staying, but you do pride yourself on being a habitual over-packer so you aren’t too worried. The only things you consciously have to look out for are your bath supplies.

You changed into a pair of black wide-legged trousers and a cream square necked tank top, opting to go for a more casual look. Ontop, you had on a black lightweight cropped blazer, giving you the illusion of longer legs.

When Jisung meets you back in the living room, he’s in a black band tee, jean jacket on top with some loose legged pants. He carries a duffel bag worth of clothes and places it by the door for easy access tomorrow morning.

Your full suitcase is next to it and he turns his head to look back at you on the couch. “Really? We’re only going for a couple of days.”

“Yeah, but you can never be too prepared.” You smile brightly at him.

“Did you leave anything behind?” He makes a show of lifting up your suitcase.

“Well, I’m not that insane. I left the clothes I’ve already used behind.”

Jisung checks the clock on the wall and grabs his keys from the counter, “Ready to go? It’s kind of late, sorry. We can grab some food at my workplace. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ve always wondered what kind of food they had at a host bar.”

By the time you two get to the bar, it’s already 8:00. Jisung reaches for the door’s handle and pulls it open for you, “Come on in.”

You step inside, closely followed by Jisung. The place is dark and dimly lit: overhead fluorescent lights low to allow the neon signs along the walls to cast more of a moody atmosphere. In the far back corner is a bar, and on the short wall farthest from the bar is a built-in bookcase with a neon sign in the middle that reads, “Music For The People”. Beneath the sign is an assortment of cards and board games. The place seemed to have a very laid back feel, long tables to promote mingling with different groups of people.

There’s a DJ set up in another corner with a stage set up next to it, two microphone stands and a monitor below the stage. Judging by the two people on the stage singing, it seemed to be karaoke night.

“It’s on your bucket list, right?”

You look at Jisung with a soft smile on your face. You’re touched that he remembers.

Looking around, you notice that there are people of all sorts; people that seem to be local, and foreigners as well. You definitely don’t feel like you stick out like a sore thumb for whatever reason. Then again, you remember that you are in the more touristy part of the city, so it made sense that the place looked foreigner-friendly.

“This is where I work. Not really a host bar, is it?” He offers you his hand as he nods his head back towards the corner where the bar was at. It was crowded in that area, lots of people waiting for their drinks or wanting to order one.

You take his hand without a moment of hesitation. As he makes his way through all the people, you stick close behind him. Eventually, he’s at the bar and he maneuvers you in front of him just when a seat opens up. You gratefully take the seat and lean towards him, making it easier for him to hear you over the people singing on stage and the people talking around you. “No, it’s definitely not. But I wasn’t too far off.”

Jisung opts to stand next to you instead of taking a seat, leaning himself on the counter. He waves over at a worker behind the bar, a wide grin on his face. “Changbin!”

Your eyes look toward the man Jisung was waving at. After the man finishes up with another customer at the other end of the bar, he comes towards the both of you. He works out, you can tell with how his plain black tee hugged his pecs and his biceps. In contrast to how built he looks, he has fluffy locks of black hair and the kindest smile. “Yo! Hannie!”

You wince at the pure volume that came out from the man. A couple of the patrons look in his direction, surprised as well, and other people who you assume are regulars, merely laugh.

“Ah, you must be Hannie’s new friend!” Changbin looks at you with his brows raised, then quickly glances over at Jisung before going back to you. “Hannie said that he had a friend come into town and he was going to show them around.”

You nod and smile nervously at the man, “That would be me. I’m Y/N. Did he tell you that we had just met that day, too?”

Changbin looks back at Jisung pointedly. “He did not. But you can fill me in while Hannie here helps out for a little bit, yea? I’m guessing one of those tour guides suggested us to a group of foreign college students and Lee Know-Hyung is in the back on dedicated chef duty.”

“Ah, okay got it.” Jisung doesn’t whine or complain about it and instead, squeezes past all the throngs of people. You can vaguely hear him screaming, “If you let me through, you’ll get your drinks faster” over all the noise. It makes you giggle.

Changbin looks at you with a raised brow and a smirk. “So, what will you have?”

“Uh,” You try to think of any of the mixed drinks you’ve had in the past. “I’m not really good at ordering drinks?”

He laughs and you laugh along with him. “How can you be bad at ordering a drink?”

You place your hands on the edge of the bar counter and lean forward, raising the volume of your voice to combat the change in song and the seemingly drunk singers over the speakers. “My friends usually order me drinks.”

Changbin nods as if he understands. He looks over to his left on his side of the bar and calls out in a loud voice to Jisung who is pouring shots of sort of liquor into six shot glasses lined up in a row. “Hannie! For Y/N?”

Jisung looks over quickly before placing the bottle down and taking the glasses three by three and placing them towards the people ordering them. He takes their card and quickly turns around to swipe it before handing it back. He looks back over to you and Changbin and yells back over. “French ‘75 to start!”

“Ohhh, interesting.” Changbin nods slowly and goes to make you the drink, placing champagne and other sorts of things into a shaker.

“What’s that?” You question, curious as you’ve never had it before.

“It’s Champagne, gin, lemon, and sugar.” He moves the shaker back and forth which shows off his biceps. You almost laugh at how muscular he truly is. He pours the drink into an angular sleek champagne flute and places it in front of you.

You move your purse in your lap so you can take your wallet out, but Changbin shakes his head. “Nope. It’s on Hannie.”

You laugh and take your hands out of your purse and take a sip of the drink.Your eyes go wide at how much you like it. You can definitely taste the alcohol, but it's more bubbly than anything else. “Oh! This is good! It’s really refreshing too.”

Changbin watches you while he rinses out the shaker. “M’hm. Hannie must know you well enough for that.”

“Huh?” You glance back over and Jisung is talking to a couple of customers, laughing and smiling while taking orders. “Oh, did he base it on my personality?”

Changbin shrugs and works on another drink for a patron nearby. He talks to you while he prepares it, “It means you’re a little type A. But since he said to start with it–”

“It means you gotta loosen up.” Jisung chimes in, coming by to check up on you. “But we’re just starting.” He flashes you a smile and grabs another bottle of liquor behind the bar and goes back to his section.

You blush a little and make an effort to relax your shoulders. “Is it that obvious?”

Changbin finishes up with his customer and comes back to you. “A little bit.” He gestures over to the stage, “Are you gonna’ sing?”

“Oh, no. Definitely not.”

“It’s on your list!” Jisung yells over. You’re unsure of how he hears you over the noise. He’s actually been looking back every so often to check up on you, but he goes back to his job whenever you look over, just missing his eyes on you by half seconds.

You close your eyes and heave a loud sigh. “He’s right. It is on the list.”

Changbin looks confused, but quickly shakes it off. “Okay, Y/N, you have to explain everything. But I’ll get you something to eat.”

Changbin disappears behind a door that you assume is the kitchen. In that moment, Jisung manages to catch a breath to come back to you.

“You doing okay?”

You laugh and notice the sweat on his brow. “I think I should be asking you that.”

He takes a couple of napkins and pats the sweat off of his forehead. “Yeah. I’m fine. But I gotta muster up the courage to ask Changbin for more days off after this so if you could really sell our situation, that would be great.” He flashes you a smile and eyes your drink. “Let me know when you’re ready for another.”

You take the drink and take another big sip. You hiccup at all the bubbles.

Jisung watches you and takes the glass from you once you're done. “So, what do you think? You gonna sing?” He’s looking at you with something you can’t quite put the finger out. Like he was curious, or maybe like he was really just trying to give you all his attention. It made you feel kinda… fuzzy.

“I don’t know, I’ve never sung in front of so many people.” Your eyes shift back and forth, feeling more anxious now that you noticed the way he held eye contact with you. “Maybe I just need more alcohol in my system.”

He ducks down to your level which has slumped a bit because of your lack of confidence. He looks at you through the tops of his lashes. “Hey, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. You can just hang out, eat some good food, drink as much or as little as you want. You can watch me grovel on my feet for the next week off.”

Jisung’s last comment makes you crack a smile and that makes him smile widely. Changbin comes back to the bar and stands by Jisung, raising a brow at the part he came in on. “Eh? A week?”

“No no, I’ll do it. I came all the way to Korea to do as much as I could on this list, so I will get on that stage and sing… but maybe after a couple of shots.”

“Shots! Hey!!” Jisung is quick to celebrate and run to the other end of the bar to get shot glasses, completely avoiding Changbin’s question.

Changbin points a finger at Jisung’s retreating form. “Did he say the next week?”

You give an exaggerated shrug of your shoulders and a confused look. “No idea.”

Jisung comes back with four shot glasses and pours some kind of clear liquid in it. Changbin whines – more like shouts in a whiny tone– and clicks his tongue. “Get Hyung in here if we’re doing a shot!”

Jisung screams from his spot. “Hyung!”

Almost immediately, another man comes through the kitchen door with four dishes in his arm, all balancing precariously in his hands and forearms. He places it on the counter against the wall and turns to the rest of you with a look of annoyance on his face that looks like it had been perfectly sculpted and molded from marble. “Oh. Good to see you’re actually in for a shift this week, Jisung.” He peers over at the shots and rolls his eyes. Then, he looks at you straight in the eyes and it makes you cower a little, the weight of his stare intimidating you. After a second, his features soften and he grins at you, his eyes turning into half moons and creasing at the edges. “Hi! I’m Lee Know!” He reaches over and takes his shot glass, bringing it up to his nose to smell it. “Vodka?”

The rest of you follow Lee Know’s lead and put your glasses in the air then clink them together.

“Geonbae!”

You shut your eyes and take the shot, feeling the alcohol sting as it goes down. You shake your head in disgust and shove the glass back towards their side of the bar.

Changbin laughs and this time it’s a high pitched one with a rapid staccato as he gathers the glasses and washes them off.

Lee Know is still staring at you and that’s when you realize that you hadn’t introduced yourself.

“Ah, oh. I’m Y/N. I’m Jisung’s new friend.”

He nods once and goes back to the dishes he had placed down and hands them to Jisung to give them out.

You look to Jisung quickly who gives you a shrug before going off to give people their orders which leaves you alone with the new man.

“Seungmin says you’ve been staying with Jisung.” Lee Know crosses his arms over each other, leaning against the back counter.

Changbin listens in as he makes more drinks for his customers and he makes a point to make it known when he extends his neck over in your direction.

“Yeah. For a couple of days. I told him it was okay and that I could find another place.” Changbin slides you a drink in the meantime, which you gladly take. “Another French 75” he says. He gives you a look, what that reads: you might need this.

Lee Know is very hard to read and judging by how Changbin and Jisung both left you with him, you could only assume he was very respected, and maybe even feared. You sip on your drink, hoping that the buzz starts to come soon and that you gain some sort of confidence.

“No,” Lee Know finally speaks, which causes you to look at him again. “Staying with Jisung is good. He needs a friend.”

You tilt your head, confused at the statement. “Aren’t you all friends?”

Lee Know nods and takes the empty glass. That sip that you took might have been more like a gulp. “Well, we are. But sometimes it’s easier to talk to other people about certain things.”

Lee Know notices Jisung is back and places a hand on his shoulder before walking away. “Just get me for the next shot, yea?”

Jisung gives him a thumbs up and places a plate in front of you. “I didn’t realize this was yours, sorry.”

You look down at it and it’s beautiful. It was only a piece of salmon laid on microgreens, but the plating was exquisite. You look around the place again, just to make sure you weren’t in a 5 star restaurant. Jisung notices this and laughs. “That’s just Lee Know Hyung. We keep telling him to find another classier restaurant, but he says it would be too stuffy.”

Changbin is at the register, swiping different cards. “Really, he’d just miss us too much.”

Jisung nods in agreement. “Want another before you go up there?”

You take a deep breath to calm your nerves. You chew on the inside of your cheek, debating on going up there and when that little ball of anxiousness knots in your stomach, you give him a nod. “One more. But give me something different.”

Jisung nods and quickly grabs a shaker, pouring the ingredients in. “You ever had a Sakura Martini?”

You shake your head, “No… I usually stick to vodka sodas. Do you think I’ll like it?”

He shrugs, shaking the shaker in his right hand back and forth. “You’ll like the way I make it.” He gives you that grin again, the left corner of his lips pulling back to show his pearly whites. He’s being a little cocky, but it’s attractive? You think you may be a little tipsy at this point. He pours you the drink in a martini glass and garnishes it with a sprig of a flower; a sakura blossom judging by the name of the drink.

You take the cocktail and sip on it, wincing a little. “Jisung, this is strong. Good, but strong.”

He wipes the bar clean from the syrup that he spilled a bit of. “Well then, I guess you’ll be fine going up there.” He hands a book of songs to choose from and you’re flipping through the pages.

While you parse through the songs, you are taking bites of the salmon and washing it down with your drink. At some point, Changbin had called a switch and when you look up, it’s him you see, which catches you off guard.

“Where did Jisung go?”

“Ah, his regulars came in.”

You look in his direction and he’s surrounded by girls who are leaning forward on the bar to get his attention.

Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you huff in slight annoyance. “Guess he’s popular.”

“He’s definitely good for business.”Changbin laughs. “So what was this I heard about you staying with him?”

“I basically walked up to him, gave him some flowers, we grabbed coffee and he offered his guest room to me since I didn’t really have a place yet.”

“You came to Korea wi–”

“Yeah, I know. Kind of reckless of me. But that was the point.”

“Oh, is this your list you were talking about?”

You nod and place the booklet down, deciding on a song. “Yeah… I’ve kind of just been stuck in the everyday notions and I kind of decided to take the bucket list and just run with it.”

Changbin’s expression grows soft and fond at your explanation. “What have you guys done so far?”

“Well, I got a tattoo, we drew portraits of each other, we crashed a wedding. Tomorrow morning we’re planning on going on a small trip to Busan, but we can come back before his next shift,” You sputter out the last part quickly. “But tonight…,” You point your thumb at the stage, “I guess I’m doing karaoke?”

“Here in Korea, it’s Norebang.” Changbin takes a couple of empty glasses that were left on the bar and puts them in a crate that he’ll bring to the back to get washed. “Have you heard of a One Shot?”

Lee Know comes back out with more plates to be served and his expression drops. “One Shot?!” His eyes roll to the back of his head and he grabs Jisung and brings him over.

You’re confused. “What’s a One Shot?”

Jisung is trying to catch up with the multiple conversations around him and since Lee Know had pried him away from his regulars, they followed him over to where you were seated, chanting ‘One Shot’ over and over again. “You just chug your drink.”

“But I don’t have a drink?”

“Then get everyone a drink, Changbin!” Lee Know yells as he excuses himself to serve his orders.

“Mekju?” Jisung calls out and the group of girls agree.

Changbin doesn’t have to look at you to realize you may not understand. “It’s Beer and Soju in a glass.” As he explains, he’s pouring four glasses while Jisung is working on another four.

They both line up the glasses filled with light amber beer and soju. Lee Know comes back and takes his glass, raising it up in the air. “Love Shot!”

Changbin grabs his glass and turns to Lee Know He uses his eyes to tell you to grab your glass. You do, and once you have it in your hands, Changbin points at Jisung. You look at him a little confused, but Jisung grabs his own glass and extends his arm out in your direction. At this, the girls pout and heave out sighs and whines of disappointment. They turn to their own friends and two by two, link their arms together and drink from their cups.

You look to Changbin and Lee Know who are doing the same, albeit Lee Know dramatically hitting Changbin’s bicep. “You’re working out too much!”

Jisung is looking at you with a smile on his face, eyes glistening in mischievousness, “Well?”

You're feeling warm, your cheeks and ears are heating up. The lights in the restaurant are not helping you cool down. That’s definitely why you’re blushing, not because Han Jisung is looking at you like you’re the only one he sees at the moment. Well, that’s what he’s doing right? Or maybe it was the alcohol that made it seem that way…

You swallow the lump in your throat and wrap your arm around his. The bar counter between you too is a little too deep so you have to stand up and lean forward on your stool to get closer to Jisung. “Cheers.” Your eyes are focused on Han Jisung’s and his are focused on you as you both start to chug your drinks.

You pull apart and place your glass on the counter. You take a dramatic step back, fanning yourself. “It’s so hot in here.”

Jisung eyes you for a moment with the same grin on his face before he takes your glasses away. “So, you gonna sing?”

“I’m gonna sing!”

You pull the collar of your jacket away from your neck, trying to cool yourself down.

Lee Know holds his hand out. “Give.”

You don’t question how demanding he seems to naturally be and shrug off your jacket to give it to him. You turn towards the stage, shaking your hands at the wrists to get rid of any nervousness left in your body.

You place the correct number into the machine next to the stage and when the song that the current person is singing ends, you give an applause with the rest of the restaurant bar and take the microphone from them.

You take a step on the stage and squint at how bright the lights are. You bring the microphone to your mouth and clear your throat as the synth of the intro starts to play. Your eyes dart back and forth at all the faces and you feel like you wanna back out all of a sudden, palms sweaty, knees feeling weak.

At that moment, there are screams of encouragement from the bar. It’s Jisung, Changbin, and Lee Know. They’re whooping and hollering and clapping. One of the girls leans to Jisung to ask him a question and you can see him mouth your name. That same girl starts chanting your name and her friends join along. You can’t help but smile and even laugh.

The screen in front of you starts to count down your queue. The intro isn’t that difficult to sing, it’s actually very similar to talking. When you got to the pre-chorus, it became a little more melodic. There’s a little riff that you attempt to do, you’re unsure if you nail it, but Jisung is cheering loudly for you and you close your eyes from embarrassment, choosing to look away from that corner of the room.

When the chorus comes, most of the people in the place are singing along with you and over every single voice, you can hear Jisung, Changbin, and Lee Know’s. It was a back and forth between you singing, “Thank U, Next” and everyone else acting as your backup singers singing, “NEXT”.

Some time during the second chorus, Jisung leans over to Changbin. “Hyung, I might need a week off.”

Changbin pauses singing to raise a skeptical brow at the younger man, but quickly joins back in during the bridge. “This is my favorite part!”

By the end, everyone was singing the outro.

Loud shouting and applause followed after the song and you quickly escaped back to your seat at the bar, squeezing past all the people who gave you pats on the back and thumbs ups. One of the girls who had taken your seat hopped off to give you the chair.

You sat down and had your elbows on the table, face in your hands. You’re groaning in embarrassment, but mostly because you needed to contain all the adrenalin you felt in your body.

“You did well, Y/N!” Lee Know pours your group another four shots.

Jisung and Changbin look at their chef, confused. “When did you pour the shots?”

Lee Know smirks and you can’t help but liken him to a cat at that moment. “Just take the damn shots.”

By the time Changbin hands you your second glass of water, you were definitely drunk. You weren’t slurring your words, but you’d stop mid sentence to laugh at something you had just said yourself and Jisung was keeping up with you in terms of level of toxicity.

Jisung was in the middle of taking another order when Changbin swats him away. “You’re off.”

He fishes his phone from his back pocket. “Hyung, it’s only 2 in the morning.” He sighs dramatically, his intoxication pretty evident.

Changbin grabs the bottle of liquor from Jisung’s hands and blocks him from it with his body. “Yea, well Y/N is drunk.”

You look at him with a pout “Not that drunk.”

Chanbgin raises a brow at you when you start swaying a little in your seat and shakes his head. “Hannie, you are also drunk. You’re pouring a little too heavy handed.”

Jisung nods admittedly. “Yeah, that’s true.”

You giggle at that.

Lee Know comes out of the kitchen, untying the apron around his waist and tossing it aside. “You guys have a road trip tomorrow though, no?” Lee Know takes an order next to you and then rolls his sleeve up to help Changbin out with the drinks.

“Oh!” You nod your head, “We do! We should get going.”

“Jisung, her coat.”

“Ah” He bends down to the small locker for employees under the bar counter and grabs it and brings it over to you. He places it over your shoulders and holds his hand out. “I guess we’re on our way then?”

“Byeeee '' You emphasize your goodbye, taking Jisung’s hand while waving at the two boys still working with your other.

“Han Jisung!” Changbin calls out once you’ve made it half way through the exit.

“Yo?” Han yells back. His voice carries far and loudly it makes you wince in pain hearing it right next to you.

“I’ll see you next week!”

You turn around to see Changbin waving goodbye. Lee Know is pointing at the both of you and he screams, just as loud. “Get a hangover drink for the both of you!”

You’re back at Jisung’s apartment after stopping by the convenient store for two hangover drinks, one for each of you in the morning.

You sit on the floor at the coffee table across from him, laughing at something he just said with another drink that Jisung had made for you when you mentioned you could do one more before calling it quits. “You can cross Sing Karaoke In Front of People off your list now.” He says, looking at you over the rim of his glass of whiskey. “Oh, I can.” You place your now empty cup on the coffee table, getting on your feet to look for the notebook. You feel a little woozy, but it’s not concerning. As far as you’re aware, your speech wasn’t affected yet and you knew that was the tell tale sign that you had met your own personal limit.

“It’s on the counter.” Jisung stands up with you and grabs your cup, heading over to the kitchen.

You follow him and open the notebook, grabbing a random pen and crossing it off. “You know, I’m really glad I found this lis–”

Your eyes look up and you find Jisung staring at you.

He’s leaning with his back against the refrigerator, arms crossed and head slanted in your direction. One arm is crossed over his chest, the other is bent up at the elbow, his fingers resting on his bottom lip.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Your cheeks are already red so it hides the sweeping blush on your cheeks. The alcohol in your system makes you naturally giggly and happy, so the smile on your lips is excused, though you know that if you were sober, you’d look very similar to how you do right now.

“Like what?” Jisung asks with a smirk on his lips. He pushes himself off the fridge and he takes a couple steps towards you to stand next to you. Soon, he’s in front of you, resting his arms on the island table behind you. You’re between his arms, trapped and you can’t look away from his gaze. He can’t hide his expression. His eyes are going over your whole form slowly, they come back up and linger on your lips for a moment, then he meets your eyes again and his deepens the smirk.

“Like you want to kiss me?”

ending author's notes: I'm sitting here kicking my feet up and giggling "Like you wanna kiss me?" HEHEHE who do I think I am?! I hope you all enjoyed it. Next chapter contains smut.

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