#his personal trainer is kind of extremely hot

[jeynearrynofthevale]

[pikachu78109]

Pokémon Champion HC’s that came across my mind for some damn reason PT. 1

Blue

Despite his cool attitude, Blue’s quite the nerd. He studies pretty extensively though he’s a bit insecure about it given he tries to put up a badass persona 24/7. Over time, he eventually embraces his nerdiness and doesn’t mind flexing his noggin to others, though at times may be condescending. He’s working on that though.

Doesn’t have much contact with his parents since he’s been staying with his eldest sister, Daisy, for a long time. Blue couldn’t figure out why his parents aren’t in the picture and neither does Daisy nor Oak. There’s an unclear explanation as to why Blue’s parents up and left him to his eldest sister, which does bother Blue. Every time he sees Red with his mother, jealousy does spring up here and there and it does manifest within him negatively. However, unbeknownst to Blue, Red doesn’t have the greatest relationship with his mother though he never brings it up.

After losing to Red, Blue has done a lot of soul-searching by working alongside Oak. It genuinely gave him a lot of time to reflect on his behavior on how he treats others and his Pokémon team. There’s still a bit of arrogance but it’s not too extreme where Blue is hurting others with his cocky attitude. He understands that he’s a competitive Trainer but recognizes that despite being very skilled, remaining humble should always be key, whether he wins or loses.

Very particular with his wardrobe. The guy knows how to dress and can coordinate an outfit that’s both comfortable and stylish. Red and Green have been victims of Blue’s critiques on their fashion, but it’s mostly just for fun. He likes to stand out so he tries to keep up his appearance while out in public.

I imagine Blue being a coffee kind of guy. Blue seems to be the type of person who would lounge around a café somewhere and enjoy a fresh hot cup of coffee and a slice of cake with his Pokémon after a long busy day.

Still the Viridian Gym Leader, though he does teach young trainers on the side. It’s more voluntary but Blue doesn’t mind educating a new generation of Pokémon trainers about basic principles like battling and type matchups and Pokémon care.

Accompanies Red almost all the time. Their relationship has gotten a lot better over the years, so Blue enjoys tagging along with Red to practically anywhere in the world.

Red

Let’s get one thing straight: Red is capable of talking, however chooses to not engage in conversation. He’s not shy. He’s focused and direct and would rather get shit done than waste time conversing. I suppose he’s adopted to selective mutism as he barely has any dialogue. However, I see Red as like Ferb. He only talks when it’s important. Still, Red has a way of conveying via emotion and gesture. Blue understands this perfectly and can get the gist of what Red is laying down. For others, it’s a painful game of charades.

As mentioned prior, Red doesn’t have the closest relationship with his mother. That’s not to say that there isn’t love; there is, but it’s quite sparse. Red doesn’t have any memories of his father and his mother has always tried to be there for him. But, lack of communication has always been a present problem in the household as Red never understood what his mother wanted from him/wanted him to do. It’s always reading each other’s mind, which frustrates Red. When he left on his journey, he didn’t feel sad but relieved that he could finally experience some human connection that would acknowledge his presence at last. He does visit, but there wouldn’t be much that he and his mother would do to spend time together.

Red never felt satisfied in becoming Champion. Yes, he did feel accomplished but he never quite fitted in with the League and couldn’t really see himself getting used to the new responsibility. The moment he entered into the Hall of Fame and got inducted, Red felt a ton of pressure immediately and it only increased day by day. To alleviate this, he stepped down a few months afterward, giving up the position to Lance.

Doesn’t like to sit still. Red hates being in one place for an extended period of time, so he’s constantly on the move. He loves adventuring and discovering new things, so he yearns to travel everywhere in the world as it gives him the exciting thrill of new challenges.

Very close with Blue and enjoys having him as a travel buddy. Blue is literally the only person he likes to be around (you can read this as platonic or romantic; thou chooseth what thou will)

Lance

Growing up in Blackthorn City, in an area that’s pretty isolated, Lance hasn’t had a lot of connection outside of the mountaintop village. Blackthorn City, I would imagine, is rooted in tradition much like Ecruteak albeit tucked away in the furthest corner in Johto. The only other person, or people for that matter, that Lance is close to would be his cousin, Clair, and the Dragon Clan. Venturing outside the village can be dangerous due to the mountainous terrain, not to mention that the Ice Path can bring in bitter cold temperatures. So, for most of his childhood, Lance stayed put in Blackthorn until he was old and skilled enough to leave on his own.

Connecting with the first point, once Lance got a taste of the outside world beyond Blackthorn, he experienced some culture shock to say the least. It made him feel quite small and felt as if all eyes are on him, judging him. Of course, everyone in Johto knew about Blackthorn but to see someone, like Lance, descend the mountain to enter into their urbanized environment, it’s nothing short of a spectacle. It made Lance feel uncomfortable and his social skills weren’t stellar since, again, he grew up in an isolated area. He’s polite, but painfully shy when around those whom he cannot connect with well, so this was a lonely time for the young Dragon Tamer.

Over time, Lance has adjusted to the rustle and bustle. It was still a struggle, but he has encountered a lot of friendly faces who helped him break out of his shell. With this encouragement, Lance started to get a bit more confident and opened up a bit more as a result.

Despite being a stoic person on the outside, Lance is a total dork. I mean, if the cape is anything to go by, it’s clear that Lance perceives himself as some sort of superhero. I mean, he’s still serious but he looks so goofy in the cape that he owns the hero image and wears it proudly. Critics be damned.

Can handle Clair’s outbursts like a pro. The man has dealt with Clair’s poor sore loser attitude for years and knows how to calm her down or shut her up. Lance is a humble, patient guy and doesn’t tolerate any kind of sore loser behavior, so he usually allows Clair get whatever grievance out of her system before talking her down.

Lance is aware that his team isn’t all Dragon types, but if Lance says that Areodactyl looks like a Dragon, then that’s what he’ll continue to preach. He will not be swayed!

[maskedinfinate]

hehe um ok ! since you asked so politely

this is um. corrin. an oc for that undertale post-neutral run au i posted about a few days back. They're a captain of a place called the Riverbed, my own fanmade area which is sorta above waterfall. It's the highest point of the underground and is basically where all the water FALLS from. into. waterfall. wow. amazing. Corrin wants to act intimidating he wants to act like a bigger "threat" than he already kind of is, because hes had to experience a lot of people treating him like he didnt know a thing about what he was talking about when he was CLEARLY experienced, but wasnt listened to because he looked the youngest, and young = stupid apparently. So he tends to hide his face, because he really just. hates that. Corrin is also a type of water monster that can mainly only survive in waterfall, in places like hotland (or i dunno the DUNES) he is at risk of evapporating very quickly and straight up DYING. btw :3 i'll add kind of a lighting round of facts abt them that arent really mega important but if you want more to chew on then like ok here (THIS IS "do you like the colour of the sky?" LEVEL LONG READ MORE AT YOUR OWN RISK)

I'll start from when he was a babey up until like present time in my au i guess

Corrin was born in the riverbed area, while its not very populated due to having more water than land, he and his family thrived. His mother used to be a captain too, but she quit sailing to raise him. He got incredibly attached to all the stories she told about her experiences with sailing, and wanted to do just that when he grew up.

When he was a teen he needed to earn enough money to be a personal student for a well trained sailor, because there arent many schools in the underground to begin with so education regarding specific things like sailing, art, etc, have to be exercised by a personal trainer.

To get that money for about a year he worked at a daycare in snowdin, which was far from home but worth it. Working with vastly different kids who were learning all about their enviornment taught Corrin how to properly handle a large group of people all at once in a calm and content manner.

Once he had enough money he got to study. woohoo! then he got to sail! yippee! he got himself a crew, a good boat, and everything.

Corrin and his crew's main goal for sailing is to help other monsters. Sometimes monsters can get stuck in waterfall, or even get lost, maybe even be trapped under the riverbeds waves, and thats where they swoop in to help. They actually managed to help a few royal guards who were in danger at some point, which garnered them a bit more attention. Corrin was gifted a harpoon by undyne as thanks for he and his crews effort into helping the royal guard, and he uses said harpoon to fire at shit with a harpoon gun :3 ok so. this is the part where corrin meets star ok. get ready ig.

Sometimes, monsters from that little home area of waterfall get lost and need a ride back with the boat. But sailing there is of course safer, but takes a long time due to a bunch of twists and turns needing to be taken. So corrin and their crew thought of a plan. They'd scope out a sort of shortcut to get to that home area faster so monsters wouldnt have to wait so long. As they were testing their theory the waters were extremely uncooperative, but Corrin got reckless. He took a wrong turn and they ended up crashing and he went overboard. Corrin sorta. floated away. half drowning, half not, just kinda out of it. Since the riverbed is the highest point of the underground, he ended up falling! many times! and much like a certain lil human guy ended up crashing into one of the mines in the dunes. The dunes, being a very hot area, is NOT suited at all for corrin. He can die there if going without water for at most 3 days. So corrin seeked refuge and for help to get back to waterfall or for someone to just. idk. give him water. Unfortunately he was attacked ! uh oh! From his looks alone corrin does NOT at ALL look like hes from the dunes and is an easy target, yknow. Corrin fought back though as he does have a weapon, a fucking harpoon gun, but as he did so he was caught in the act at the worst second. in rolls the fuckin feisty five, despite knowing how serious the situation is they were like "nah lets keep this up for the roleplay" "we might die" "no" sooooo corrin got locked up in jail! He was able to explain his situation about how hes a water monster and will die within days if hes kept in that cell, so they come up with a compromise. If corrin helps them out around the wild east, THEY can help him get back to waterfall AND give him water ! And yea. then he and star get mega gay and homosexual. wow. corrin actually forms a bit of a rivalry between the five because he doesnt enjoy being bossed around, but he kind of has to or he might die yknow. dont feel like giving all the juicy details but eventually he and star get a bit close and yeeeaaaaaa but then they help corrin back to waterfall, but he and star stay in touch. through letters ! Corrin keeps every letter he gets from star btw in a special little box. because he likes stars awful handwriting

Eventually though when frisk rolls around, and kills asgore (canon to my au) Corrin is fucking. Furious. He has lost all hope. He as well as entire monsterkind has lost their freedom to a CHILD. Blinded by rage he begins taking out all his anger out on humanity, which, to Star, who KNEW clover and LOVED them like family because of how incredibly kind they were, takes great offense to that. Corrin and Star have to temporarily take a break from eachother so that Corrin can work on his issues regarding humanity, having to realize frisk didnt have much of a choice. It was either them or asgore. And they're a child. Who might not be able to process or understand the weight they carried on their shoulders.

Once Corrin comes to terms with that, and calms down, he and Star are back together and are happy :3

Though, then Palila enters !!! (another oc for the au, the player char) and. Corrin is hesitant. Palila sneaked onto their ship to be able to go from one place to another much quicker, but in turn, Corrin has no idea how to handle them. Corrin doesnt know what to do, all hes ever learnt was to fight or get someone off of the ship immediately if possible. But Palila is a child. A HUMAN child. He doesnt want to fight them, not after all the time he spent collecting himself and trying to berid of all his hatred for humanity and what they've done to monsters, but he's forced into a situation where he HAS to fight because someone is TRESSPASSING on their property. He first sends Palila to Time-out (those daycare instincts kicking in) but once they escape he cant really do anything but fight.

Once hes spared though, he makes a compromise with Palila too. They can stay on his ship whenever they need to and wherever they want to go (like sorta the riverperson) but they must ask or inform someone on deck before doing so. and now hes a dad :3 So yeah thats basically all of it in like a very bitcrushed summary i didnt want this to get too long but whoops. If you're reading this, you're cool. If you read EVERYTHING? you're insane, love that for you. thank you.

[cajunfoxnight]

Hey you know how I said I was going to post about Valkyrie and promptly didnt? Yeah im getting to that now. ◆Name: Valkyrie

◆Nickname(s): Val

◆Species: Lucario (pokemon)

◆ Ability: Inner Focus

◆ Move set: Aura Sphere // Close Combat // Extreme Speed // Counter

◆Gender:  Female

◆Sexuality: Gay??? Maybe??? Girls????????? HOT????????????

◆Personality: Strong willed, determined, and usually trying to act older than she actually is. She can be hot headed and rash at times when she gets worked up. Long story under the cut

Now here is for all of the text that im sure no one really wants to reads but im putting it here. Backstory: Do you know how when you go to the pokemon daycare and they say "your pokemon was holding and egg and we dont know how it got there?" Yep, thats how Valkyrie came into the world! Val was the outcome of an 'accidental breeding', being born (hatched???) at the Rivière Walk Daycare in Kalos. The young Riolu lived her puphood there along with her mother, at least for a little while. Val's mother (currently unnamed) loved her daughter very much, even tho she hadnt really planned on having a pup, she wasnt upset by it. As the little riolu grew older, she became more and more curious about herself and the world beyond the fence at the daycare. Her mother didnt shy much away from telling her daughter the truth in how she came about, and she spoke often about her father who lived 'very far away'. Val's mother spoke very highly of her father, talking about how he was a very kind Lucario, but was a little lost in his life at the time they met. And while he was not aware that he had a child, she is very sure if he knew about her, he would love her just as much as she does. Much like actual animals, it didnt take too long before she was able to start being away from her mother for periods of time. Val's mother would start to leave the daycare with her trainer and come back in the afternoons, but after a while, her mother's absence grew more and more. First returning every couple of days, then a few days a week, then every other week, until one day she did not return. What happened to her mother and trainer are unknown, but it is presumed that the little riolu was abandoned at the daycare. She would stand by the fence everyday, hopefully waiting for her mother to return. It didnt take long for the little riolu to start becoming withdrawn and isolated herself from other pokemon at the daycare. Standing by the fence or window become something an obsession to her, each day when she was let out she would run to her spot and wait, wanting nothing to do with anyone. The daycare couple knew that it would only be a matter of time before they would have to return her to the wild. (this is a whole HC in itself) Enter Gus! Gus was new at the daycare, part of his schooling to become a Pokemon Ranger. It didnt take long for him to notice the little Riolu standing all by herself each day at the fence, and asked the daycare couple about her. They explained how her trainer did not come back for her, and that while sad, this isnt an uncommon occurrence. Many pokemon are usually left at the daycare and while they would love to keep them all, they cant. All they can do is take care of them enough and slowly start to reintroduce them back into the wild (and this includes baby pokemon) and well.. what happens, happens. This didnt set well with Gus as he really didnt like the idea of this little Riolu being sent out to fend for herself in the wild, and thus made a goal for himself to try and befriend the little pokemon!.... which was not an easy task 😅 It took a lot of work, but over time, the little Riolu started to follow Gus around the daycare, at first just being in the same room/area with him, and then eventually moving closer until she was almost like a second shadow. She still continued to stare out past the gate or windows, but now she was waiting for Gus to come to work. The sudden change in the little Riolu didnt go unnoticed by the day care couple, who were so happy to see the pokemon gaining some life back to her, and asked Gus if he would like to adopt her! Besides himself in excitement, he eagerly agreed, and went out to buy a luxury ball that same day. The next morning he asked the little Riolu if she would like to accompany him on his journeys, which she too happily accepted! Gus eventually gave her the name Valkyrie, and the two have been together ever since.

[cinnachaos]

Gjdkskaqk man, idk what else to ask I feel a little lost

So how bout you give me fun facts about ur ocs' pokemon? Can be just their main

you can also ask about my nonpokemon ocs!!! i can send u some posts about them :3

again 🩷 for rubie and 💗 for cacao (fun fact their names are based on ruby chocolate and dark chocolate because rubie is very sweet vibrant and interesting while cacao is more worried about the casual/romantic (not love, just romantic as like the ideology) aspects of life but is still very sweet and has his fields of expertise :3)

goood help whoever reads rhis

🩷 has armarouge (flare), garganacl (depos like deposits of salt!!), zoroark (miasma), skeledirge (apple fritter), vaporeon (reef), and tinkaton (lychee)

flare is MILDY haughty but generally very nice. he tries his best to help others and unlearn his bad behaviours from childhood. hes a trans guy btw!!! he also is a little bad with physical touch from new people but will show mild forms of affection so rubie feels loved.

depos is a gentle giant and very overprotective. they have a cat demeanour and love helping rubie with his homework!! he often needs a body double so depos will do research while rubie studies. very physically affectionate.

miasma is a little charismatic yet tricky bastard. he loves pulling pranks but has a hard time telling when someone genuinely doesnt like what hes doing so he tries to make sure they tell him if he does upset them. very cuddly with rubie and has a special bond with depos, often mirroring them!!!

apple fritter is a big baby /pos. shes such a cutie pie and is so nice to everyone despite her loud and rambunctious personality! she would never do anything to intentionally harm ANYONE. she will flop on rubies lap or lay down near other team members so they can lay on top of her. she has to be scrubbed often so her scales dont get crusty from her playing in mud :)

reef is extremely cunning and smart. he can come up with complex strategies to lots of problems within minutes and spends lots of time researching moves with depos. he isnt good at battle strategies but is learning !!! he likes to be the heavy damage taker, with many moves and an item healing him, to stall for rubie to figure out a plan.

lychee. oh dear god lychee. the kind of girl who will drink a monster energy, half drank, left out for hours, without a second thought. shes extremely strong, able to hold up all of her team members with ease. she loves teasing miasma and pulling tricks on him because she has very thick skin. she goes feral when someone upsets any of her team members, and specifically tries her best to be understanding with flare about his touch boundaries.

💗 dear god here we go. cacao has two teams, a travel/casual team (second team he built) and a powerful/overleveled team (first team)

first team members: squeaks (noivern), stinky (kingler, shes a girl tho so i call her queenler), jasper (cinderace), socks (boltund), expresso (thievul), and marble (espeon).

second team members: bubbles (dragonair), turaco? i believe (togekiss), kasib (scolipede), kingfisher (archeops), saffron (lilligant), and fanta (toxtricity amped form)

squeaks is shy scenemo rave kid and has a platonic crush on stinky, adores marble

stinky is big burly lady and gives big bear hugs. and is not actually stinky i just named her that cus she was a pain to catch n she beat up my team badly

expresso is kind of a wild card and pretty mysterious, but reaally loves cacao and seems to like socks

socks is literally golden retriever but gets tired out emotionally and physically easily. likes expresso

jasper is very hot cold with his personality, can be very energetic and loud one day and the next is very calm and tired. he mirrors his trainers personality which is why they get along so well!!! will give any team members cuddles if needed

marble loves any clothes that are comfy and fluffy/soft!! kneads stuff like a cat, indulges in scenemo stuff with squeaks and makes kandi bracelets w them

SECOND TEAM

fanta is a dramatic theatre kid with autistic burnout. love the college student sleepless gender, go boy give us nothing. he absolutely LOVES saffron to death

turaco is constantly worried about the fellow dumbasses (/aff) on their team and is constantly holding something healing on their person

kingfisher is super clumsy and verbally stims super frequently with cacao or turaco if cacao needs quiet no stimulation time. has a sibling like bond with turaco (hence their names both being birds, and their colors being similar! both flying types too :3) prone to echolalia

bubbles is very timid and quiet but loves cuddling with cacao and wrapping around him. bubbles tries their best to soothe cacao when hes having issues sleeping. bubbles has a sleepy mark so theyre extremely tired a lot of the time!!!!

kasib is always sticking her nose out at people and is very curious. she loves learning new things and stomps her feet (positive stim) whenever cacao infodumps to her!!! kasib is almost always watching anything interesting, but doesnt say anything so we'll never know if she ever has any thoughts behind them eyes/j

saffron is the team mom. she listens to everyones concerns and vents, sings lullabies for anyone whos having a rough bout of insomnia. she knows cacao has complicated feelings towards familial stuff, so she takes on the role of mom for him so he can feel loved. will definitely bring u your favorite food/plush/drink to calm you down

[bonesandpoemsandflowers]

one of the things I think about a lot is how tragic the gap between demographic appeal and personal desire can be. by which i mean

friend 1: personal trainer and jock, first person to show me how to do a proper form skin the cat without fucking up my shoulders. hot. built. super nice and kind and funny but let's focus on the important part here. hot.

friend 2: successful local artist with a horror themed body of work. scary clown persona. mutilated clown persona. does art shows in clown costume. also nice and funny but the point is, Very Goth.

cool, right? two different Types of Guy.

but the problem was that Guy 1, the jock, was super into goth girls. not gym goths. just goth girls. often curvier goth girls. "yeah, and?" and all the curvy goth girls were scared of his biceps and six pack abs and golden retriever like attitude. they expected him to be a judgmental dick, even though he never was, because he looked like somebody's idea of a high school bully and captain of the football team from a 90s movie. he was into a lot of spooky shit, but he didn't look like it. gym bunnies would express interest in him and he'd just not notice because he was busy pining for fishnets and tats barista next door.

the problem with Guy 2, goth clown guy? he was into sporty chicks exclusively. goth girl after goth girl would like, HURL themselves at him and want to fuck him in the clown costumes and he'd just be like whoa whoa whoa! i'm not into that! please be chill! and he would Yearn for a gym girl with muscles and good cardio instead.

and so everyone was sad!

except for me. I was constantly entertained, but I am a sporty goth girl who is extremely married, so everything about witnessing this flavor of suffering was hysterical for me personally.

but the point is, sometimes you want something specific, and that's totally okay! but your life will be easier if you loudly (and often visually) signal what you're looking for. or else people just do assume along very broad lines. should they? no, because people are complicated. but do they? yeah, because people are also just, like, busy. so you can rail against the injustice of it all, and you're right, but ultimately it is easier to go buy a few fishnet shirts or something.

[thenightlymirror]

I feel so weird talking about these things here now. I’ve never had someone try to just jump into friendship with me immediately. Not in years. She asked if we could be facebook friends, and I said “Haha not so fast!” Because I’m an idiot and use facebook to post political things to annoy people I met, oh, about the time that facebook came out.

I’m waking up at 5am wishing I had some normal fake version of facebook for coworkers and other normies. That’s just was facebook is for! It’s for conformity! I should be a different person! (Oops.) I am not. I am this freak.

So, the receptionist totally loves the sales manager. He is very wiry and goofy and cringe. Loves South Park and SNL and Chris Rock and… you know. He’s a total sociopath that wants to be a zany guy. Honestly, he is extremely thin skinned and insecure and will use whatever power he has, which at our office is basically absolute, to make your life a living hell to punish you for not showing proper subservience to this guy. So I’ve basically decided to just never cross him. I’m sorry. But I just surrender. I don’t want to fucking deal with that every day of my life.

He went to Northwestern. He’s a very smart guy. Wishes he was Saul Goodman. Loves lawyers. And I walk in. I’m funny without needing people to laugh. He makes jokes in a very needy way, so he hates me for this (as if I’m not needy, let’s be real). Everyone identifies me as insanely smart. Who wouldn’t love that? Especially when I have done nothing to earn it. You work around a bunch of people that went into sales, and it’s fairly easy to be the smartest person in the room.

Anyways. The cringelord receptionist and him have the exact same level of humor, even if she’s not a comedy person. They both would LOVE to be something they are not. They should absolutely date. But I feel like he is sort of hot eurotrash who may be used to club girls. He lost the wife he was totally in love with by sleeping around. She is sort of a kookie nerd. She’s my type, not his. So she seems absorbed in trying to get my attention and he’s just “so funny” and her constant frame of reference for any conversation. They are peas in a pod.

I swear to god. I’m not saying it would be good, but if they had any fucking sense JUST DATE EACH OTHER. Leave me out of this weird work shit. Haha it’s already so bad that our new receptionist, who is supposed to be on our side of the office war is unconsciously in love with the sale manager. Two, why would I ever EVER be in a love triangle with this guy? Haha just fucking hilarious.

Offices are so incestuous. It’s like people get into an office and get the briefest intuition that it is like a family but you can fuck these people and they go insane! In my office they do anyway. And let me be clear you CAN’T fuck them! You’re definitely not supposed to. Stop it!

Anyways. He comes to me because he has some kind of sporting tournament this weekend and he wants to show me his trophy wall, and because I never sass him anymore, we’re chummy, so he goes “You don’t have facebook, right?”

“…no. No I don’t.”

“Well here are all my trophies here from the last 5 years yadda yadda yadda.” Do you think she told him that I denied her facebook privileges? Is this guy going through an elaborate thing because she befriended him and now he’s spreading out? Part of me feels genuine remorse. But facebook is not a place to be a person. It’s a place to be who you are at work, 24 hours a day. In the 4 square cm of your own skull. Get out.

Harper and I have an unspoken pact, which is that we don’t ask. And I’m okay with that. I’m not. Haha but I have to be and that’s better. God what a sad fucking life. I have one more friend from work that is friends with me there, my old trainer, and she never interacts. I’m sure she’s terrified. Haha god. I wish I was not so scary. But I am.

[emetoniche]

Ok, well guys, I’ve reached 100 followers!! 102, actually. In celebration, I’ve decided to do a little face reveal/background for each of my OCs. Hope this is good and gives some real substance to my people.

Roan (pronounced Rowan) Callahan: Roan is a fitness trainer at a local parkour gym. She never went to college, but it was simply because she never felt the need to. She has always had a knack for athletics, and has taken parkour classes herself since she was very little, so she thought the natural career path for her was to train others. Personality-wise she can tend to be a bit aggressive, but isn’t actually mean, just blunt and a tad sarcastic. However, when it comes to Justin, her boyfriend, she is the exact opposite of her regular self. She would die for that man, and is the sweetest, most caring person towards him. She is very loyal to those she cares for, and isn’t afraid to get in a fight to defend them. Roan grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. Her dad is a chemical engineer and her mom is an elementary school teacher. She is an only child, and she is okay with that. She’s seen how some of her friends’ siblings act and has no regrets about not having a sibling of her own. Roan’s passion for animals led to her having many pets as a child, including a rosy boa named Sherlock and two rats named Fred and George. Now she has a ball python named Reaper and a border collie called Phantom. Roan met Justin through work; he was one of her clients. Originally they were simply trainer and client, but as they got to know each other, Justin eventually got up the courage to ask her out, and now they have been dating for almost two years.

Justin Caruthers: Justin is a Biology major hoping to go into med school soon. He is a senior in undergraduate college, so he is nearing the point where he can get into med school officially. Justin is something of a big teddy bear. He’s sweet, kind, always tries to stay positive, and hates confrontation. His personality is the perfect ice to Roan’s fire, and he can calm her down if she gets too heated. H be this as it may, he never tries to control her, because he knows that she is an independent woman and respects her. Justin was raised in London, England. His mother is American but his father is English, and his mother moved to England to be with his father. Raised in a British schooling system, American college is a completely new experience. He is enjoying all of the American foods as well, though he has found that he doesn’t like hot dogs very much. He has one brother named Ethan who is four years older than him and is working in a local hospital. Despite wanting to go into medicine, Justin has a naturally weak stomach and gets very easily motion sick. His anxiety also has a tendency to make his stomach turn.

Edward (Eddie) Harrows: Eddie is a Marine Biology major whose true passion is surfing. He grew up in California, along the coast, where he started surfing at the age of four. Since then he has won many competitions, including three national competitions. His natural competitiveness lends nicely to his chosen sport. He is virtually fearless, and once narrowly escaped a tiger shark along the Australian coast. Eddie I has a very goofy personality. He loves to have fun and makes fun of his friends, playing pranks and joking around, almost ceaselessly. However, through his playfulness, he can also be extremely tough, and will stand up for his friends and family without a second thought. Standing at 6’5, he’s quite intimidating when he wants to be. Eddie was raised by his dad after his mom died in childbirth. He never really missed his mom per-say, because he never knew her, but he was sad at times that he didn’t get to have the relationship he saw his friends having. He has no siblings, and his father never remarried.

Callum Ulrich: Callum is a Biology major alongside Justin, his best friend. Instead of medicine like Justin, Callum wants to go on to be an environmentalist, protecting the habitats of animals around the world. He loves planes though, and has a pilot’s license, so his main goal is to fly himself around the world helping whatever animals need him. He has his own biplane that he has named Falcon Eye, due to the paint job on the outside, which portrays a falcon in flight. Callum is Irish, raised on, of all things, a wool farm. He used to run around in the fields with the sheepdogs for hours, just weaving between sheep and warding off predators. He has seven brothers and sisters, three older and four younger. In order of age, their names are Killian, Saoirse, Lorcan, Rourke, Róisín, Faolen, and Caoimhe. Callum has a similar personality to Eddie, his boyfriend, in that he always has a joke on the tip of his tongue. However, unlike Eddie, Callum will do almost anything to avoid a fight. He hates getting in the middle of people’s arguments, and hates having arguments himself.

Darius Wolff: Darius is a hard-core rocker. Sort of. He acts all hard and cool on the outside, but he secretly loves cuddles with his girlfriend. He does know how to play guitar like a fucking pro, and he plays lead guitarist and singer for his band, Eternal Hardships. Yeah, he knows the name is beyond dramatic, he didn’t choose it. He was outvoted by the rest of the band. Darius was born and raised in Germany, so English is his second language. Mistakes happen on occasion, and he does have an accent, but he is generally fluent in both languages. His dad is an oil tycoon who cycles endlessly through wives, each wife next in line to run the company since Darius has no interest. His passion is actually canids, so he is earning his Zoology degree so that he can run a Canine sanctuary one day. He has a pet fox named Adler.

Ariadne Sangster: Ariadne grew up in an underprivileged community, often going without one or two meals in a day. She didn’t have very good resources in her school, but she still managed to score a perfect score on her ACT and made it into her college with a full ride. She is now on her senior year of pre-med, going into medical school next year with more money than she ever had growing up due to how she could save any money she earned instead of spend it on college. Ari was raised by just her mother because her father was killed in a car crash when she was five years old. She has three older brothers, one of whom died in the same crash that killed he father. The remaining two work together at their own mechanics shop, which is doing quite well. Their names are Perseus (Percy) and Orpheus (Ori). They were all named after Greek myths because their mother always found those myths inspiring, and she hoped that if her children were named after great heroes they would grow up to do great things. During Ari’s freshman year of college, her mother remarried a very nice man named Richard, who takes very good care of her mother and brought his own daughter, Sasha, into the family. Sasha is twenty five and works as a nurse practitioner. Ari loves animals just as much as her boyfriend, Darius. She owns two cats, who she named after characters in her favorite television show, Supernatural. The white on is named Dean, and the black one is named Sam.

[bilyana-bang]

I loooooveeeee these😍 okayyyy ....

Sun - I give space for people to be themselves, I love deeply and uncondionally, I can see people's highest potential and most amazing qualities, I fight for people's dreams and fight for them to believe in themselves.

Moon - neveeerrrr in relationships, I can't hide my feelings, I can't lie, I can't manipulate. I hate all those things. I want complete honesty and nothing else. 💯 even if someone tries to supress their feelings I make sure to ask and stay with the person so they open up.

Mercury - yes 🤣🤣🤣

Venus - physically affectionate, affectionate with their words, touchy, gentleman, classy, hot , sexy 🤣 has divine Masculine traits. A lover boy.

Mars- well it depends if I need to approach anyone, if so I will, but usually others approach me first.

Jupiter - oh I consider myself extremely lucky

Saturn - umm I think some adhd symptoms, so for example, can't focus on something unless it's interesting, forgetfulness lol can't wait for things !! 🤣 but I actually don't have the majority of the symptoms, like I'm not hyperactive at all nor am I disorganised or indicise.

Uranus - education , education should be individualistic, meaning give children incredible amounts of inspiration when they're young so they can see what they like and not like. Not 18 years of maths, science etc for all. In the current education system, only the academic child succeeds. In the future our peak will begin at 20 not at the current 40. Its not coincidental that everyone is lost after they leave school. That's the first time people find themselves. I believe that if you've been through the current education system you have been intellectually abused. Only 1/100 will go onto Academia, therefore we would have all failed in school at some point and felt bad for no reason. Or got scolded by a parent for no reason. This system will vanish. I hate that I wasted 23 years of my life on it. Gatekeeping information. For what. It's going to end soon.

Neptune - intuitive af

Pluto - haha.... twin flame awakening and discovering your twin flame.

Ascendant- YES

IC - 50/50, my childhood was primarily with mum, grandma and auntie and siblings cause dad was always working and tbh I don't remember much of him in childhood. I used to think I was so rich because I loved everyone and that's what I thought being rich meant🤣

Descendant- Friends : extremely, extremely kind. Guys: really hot 🤣

MC - no idea

Aries - yes because of my ADHD but I've recently been less so

Taurus - oh gosh, so before I went mainly raw vegan it was lasagne, donuts, pizza, anything chocolate, cake, wraps, fried cheese block ( non vegan days), Muffins, Cupcake, brownie, Bueno. After I went raw vegan, its Banana Slushie, Orange Juice, Any kind of fruit juice, smoothies, any raw food, I love trying out new food, mango, peach. Any fruit. I love Everything I eat ! My favourite food used to be Bulgarias' most famous salad. Shopska Salata. Tomatoes, cucumber, onion, ( Cirene - Bulgarian White Feta cheese) salt, vinegar, oil, lemon. Everyone used to know me as salad girl 🤣 because of how salads were my favourite. I still have some cooked food when I desire it. Like Love Raw, I've stopped eating processed sugar foods because I get my sugar kick from the fruit but damn that is one good vegan Bueno. I wrapped one in a pancake once, oh my days 🤤🤤🤤🤤

LoveRaw and Oreos are THE top tier of vegan food.

Gemini - yes ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Cancer - oh yes I really do!!!!! And that starts with a guy . My dream has always only been one dream my whole life, it's to have a lover I really love, because that's who I see as a family first. I've been single my whole life because I've never found that. In fact, that's why I initially wanted to be an actress. Because I used to really like the boys in the movies and thought, I'm drawn to them for some reason, I want to act with them to see why. (Later, when I discovered my twin flame, I understood why. But that's a story for another time haha). If I don't have extreme passionate love in my most direct relationship, that's just so scary to me. A future I don't want 10000%. I think I'd like 3 children. I really want to be a mum, to love someone all the time, for them to look to you for their self esteem and for you to only love them unconditionally and see what person they are in this world. To share the love for your children with a husband and to see your husband and children playing together ❤️ to expand your family with someone you are in love with. To see your lover in them. I've always played around with what kind of upbringing I want them to have, I used to really like the surfing lifestyle in the sun and water whilst eating fruit, or imagine if they grow up in a city or somewhere cosmopolitan with a beach at the back of the house. Goodness this all depends on who I marry really. I have no idea what their career will be? A surfer ? A business man? Your life literally depends on your partners' job and your own job. If I want to be an actress in America, then realistically I will end up with a business man who works in New York, so I might end up with the city lifestyle. I just know that I don't want a man who's really busy though. I wouldn't like to not see them or be with them. I don't want that relationship where you need space from each other or where you need to both be working so you miss each other or only see each other for the nights. Or where you have fights (I never want to fight with my lover). Or where your life is majorly focused on your job. I can't do that. I need a lover. I need a lover lifestyle. I need someone to think about 24/7 😅. I need someone's body to daydream about. I need someone's eyes to look into all the time and feel pure unconditional love between each other. I need someone that feels like only you and them exist. I need someone to love ❤️ nurture and support. 🥰

Leo - I am okay with whatever life gives me, so if that is unnoticed or being the centre of attention. I am okay with both. I don't choose to have a preference because I can not know what another person will think of me or how they will treat me. That's why I don't react if someone disrespects me, if that is how they chose to see me, I accept it. And if someone is nice to me, I treasure it so much. Plus there are pros and cons to both. Being unnoticed for a celebrity may be bliss, being the centre of attention of someone who's been ignored their whole life would be bliss. I like to hear people's opinions and thoughts, I'm very curious about other people's worlds simply because everyone has such different likes, that you're bound to meet people who like things you don't and I love to change my opinion to the positive, I love to be shown a light I previously couldn't see, plus I think most people don't receive a lot of praise and don't feel seen or heard enough, because I realised that the only reason I am strong and confident is because my mum always listens to me, my sister always validates me and so does my brother. I am strong because I am nurtured. Therefore, I like to nurture people that way because that's how I see them, with joy. I think when you are the centre of attention people don't speak up because they're focusing you or they may feel invisible or less than. And if they get to a point where they brake down, that means you were a part of the accumulation of them feeling bad, and I can't imagine someone secretly feeling bad whilst at the same time you're feeling good because of the attention. I don't like the unawareness, blindness and selfishness of that situation. The quote " If you can only be tall when someone else is on their knees" by Toni Morrison really captures it. Plus how can you be happy, when the person next to you is sad. Also, I like to go into their world because I already know mine, any new knowledge from theirs can help me discover new areas of mine too. I don't think I'm drawn to being the centre of attention for the sake of it, however, on the occasion when someone offers it to me, I respectfully receive as it is always nice when someone is nice to you and makes you feel special too. It's a nice gesture :)

Virgo - perfectionists are stereotypically unhappy, however I think that their aims are nothing short of admirable. For someone to dedicate their whole being into success. I like that. It shows they care about their work, which really means that they are respectful to the person recieving their work. The problem is that there is a lot of guilt and shame and attack which comes from self hate. Once you have a high self-esteem and love yourself you realise that you can be happy perfectionist. I am that.

Libra - I'd love to! 1 million percent!!

Scorpio - sure

Sagittarius - New York ! I've always thought that New York was my type of city. But I want to see the world with people I love!

Capricorn - Playing Elektra for Marvel.

Aquarius- social, I like spending time with people I love, hate being alone. I can't do things by myself and not even that but I get in accidents so much and hurt myself by accident so much that I need someone to watch me 🤣

Pisces - I like to try all and I enjoy all.

1H - Classy, Elegant, Feminine, Sensual

2H - no, I don't think I attach to physical things, however physical things do bring back memories of people. I attach to people though. Once I'm attached to you, I'm in love with you forever haha

3H - the movie industry

4H - I'm close with all

5H - reading, but anything will become my hobby at one point haha

6H - Yes and no.

7H - Being vegan is a green flag for me, I can't date a non-vegan nor someone who wants pets. I think those are deal breakers me.

8H- workaholics. No thank you. A lover for me always comes first.

9H - all of them ;)

10H - I am inevitable 🤣

11H - Kind, Attentive, Caring

12H - not having a lover I love. My life hope is that.

Astrology ask game ☄️

sun ⇢ name 5 things you like about yourself?

moon ⇢ do you suppress your feelings?

mercury ⇢ are you a talkative person?

venus ⇢ describe your ideal type

mars ⇢ are you the type to approach others first or do you like others to do that instead?

jupiter ⇢ do you consider yourself a lucky or unlucky person?

saturn ⇢ what are the things you consider you struggle the most?

uranus ⇢ what things do you think should change in society?

neptune ⇢ are you a rational or intuitive person?

pluto ⇢ tell something supernatural that happened to you

ascendant ⇢ do you believe in love at first sight?

IC ⇢ do you think you had a good childhood?

descendant ⇢ what kind of people do you usually attract?

MC ⇢ what kind of reputation do you think you have?

aries ⇢ are you an impulsive person?

taurus ⇢ what's your favorite food?

gemini ⇢ do you have a good relationship with your siblings? if you're an only child, would you like to have siblings? how many?

cancer ⇢ do you want to start a family in the future? how many children would you like to have?

leo ⇢ do you like being the center of attention or do you prefer to go unnoticed?

virgo ⇢ do you consider yourself a perfectionist?

libra ⇢ would you like to get married in the future?

scorpio ⇢ do you feel comfortable talking about taboo things?

sagittarius ⇢ what places would you like to travel in the future?

capricorn ⇢ what's your ideal job?

aquarius ⇢ do you consider yourself an antisocial or social person?

pisces ⇢ what kind of art are you good at? (painting, dancing, singing, etc.)

1H ⇢ describe your style

2H ⇢ do you have any object that you like a little too much? what is it and why?

3H ⇢ what are some of the topics you like to talk about the most?

4H ⇢ which relatives are you the closest with?

5H ⇢ do you have a hobby? which one(s)?

6H ⇢ do you consider yourself a workaholic?

7H ⇢ what do you consider green flags in a relationship?

8H ⇢ what do you consider red flags in a relationship?

9H ⇢ what languages ​​would you like to learn?

10H ⇢ how do you want people to remember you?

11H ⇢ describe your friends in 3 words

12H ⇢ which is/are your biggest fear(s)?

[chrysaliscreatorii]

Absol - Ice type

The Callous Pokémon

Their existence is shrouded in mystery to the point they have been disregarded as myths or mirages. To date, there have been less than 100 trainers (in HISTORY) who have ever been able to both spot AND catch one.

Reason being that while most species of Absols already prefer a solitary lifestyle, this branch takes the isolation to the extreme, even more so than their cousins, the Ground type subspecies of Absol.

They live high up in the mountains, were the air is thin and the pressure decreases, making trips with non-experience climbers DEADLY; adding to the difficulty of not only their isolated nature and dangerous environment, they possess a thick white fur, claws, face, and a semi-transparent tail, making them nigh-impossible to encounter, let alone catch.

Current research of the few cases found described their encounters as, excuse the pun, polarized, as they are either miraculous or harrowing.

The most chilling case ever documented, described a climber that got separated from his party and was the only survivor (perhaps BECAUSE he got separated), but seemed severely traumatized by whatever he witnessed, so much so, that it took him 1 month to recover enough psychologically to recount it. It was not without its merit though, as he narrated how somewhere up in the mountains, there was (or is) essentially a cemetery of frozen people and Pokémon! He stated that at first he didn’t noticed because they just looked like a bunch of lumps of snow, but when he accidentally bumped into one, it revealed a frozen face underneath! Obviously it spooked him, but further removing the snow reveled it was one of his party members, and in a frenzy did the same with other lumps, revealing that not only all of his party was here, but also multiple complete strangers! They all had their eyes closed though, which he theorized was because whoever, or whatever, did that must’ve caught them while they were asleep. The last part took a lot of effort for the interviewers to get him to admit, as he was way to terrified. He went on to explain that after this heinous discovery it was then that he finally spotted them, standing a few feet away from him, completely still and calm amongst all the bodies, stood ice type Absol… and it began to approach him… after this, he went into a frenzy and took some effort to help him calm down, but when prodded about what happened, he admits he does not know, or at least, he does not remember, saying all he could recall was running away, falling, blacking out and suddenly waking up at the bottom of the mountain…

Needless to say, this left a very bad taste in many peoples mouths, and while at first it was dismissed as some kind of hallucination due to altitude sickness, many other people came forward admitting to witnessing the same thing, but fearing no one would believe them.

The other case though, left people flabbergasted and confused at the contradicting behavior.

The other case consisted of climber who also got lost in the mountains, but this person was by herself, much to the objecting of her peers. During her excursion, she narrated how eventually she ran out of food and was about to fall asleep in the snow but she suddenly felt a presence watching her, even though she could not see anything through the blizzard that was going on and her own fatigue was keeping her down. After which, she blacked out but recounted waking up later in a hot springs and having no recollection of how she got there, let along how she found it, adding to the strangeness, how multiple fruits and roots were both, stacked neatly in a pile besides the spring, and some floating in the water. But the most uncanny thing to occur of all, she described that once she was set to leave after recovering enough from the cold and hunger, the storm just… ceased, almost as if by magic. Her return was nothing noteworthy, but mentioned that just as she was about to get to the bottom she said she saw something in the corner of her eye, but was not there when she turned around.

Further research its underway, but due to bias and the few sources available, objective conclusions or evidence of this pokemon remains pending. Unfortunately though, the terrifying recountings of a possible cemetery up in the mountains has taken a major influence in the general population, leaving objectivity towards this Absol muddled and with a bad reputation.

Since then, one body has been located lower in the mountain and frozen in this manner, finally allowing some forensic analysis. It was then revealed that the person died of hunger, but oddly enough, the body had been moved post mortem (after death) and posed to a position that made them appear as if they were sleeping, leading many to believe that it must be a separate case, as they question why was this body so far away from the others and that such a monster would not care so much for a total stranger, and it made more sense that it probably froze it’s victims for future meals.

[littleghostsrp]

𓆩⟡𓆪 hey lil ghosties! 𓆩⟡𓆪

we've got a little something to help with your character ideas, it's more information on our setting and the gorgeous gilded griffon itself. so keep on reading to learn more about our setting!

𓆩⟡𓆪 the gilded griffon 𓆩⟡𓆪

the gilded griffon has an interesting history behind all the glamour it exudes in its current reincarnation. the griffon used to be a wizard tower. for centuries the tower was owned by the copperbottom wizarding family. in 1903 the tower was inherited by aberforth copperbottom, who admittedly didn't have that much skill in the arcane. his passions lied more in the realm of entertaining. so he took the family family tower and transformed it into a grand hotel. opening its doors in 1904, the gilded griffon was the first of its kind in hospitality. it is an exclusive luxury hotel catering solely to the supernatural world. a magical ward hides the location of the island from those who are not supernatural. while the gilded griffon does not skimp on the luxury, as can be seen from the intricate art neuvo interiors and a bevvy of suites, penthouses, and long term residences, aberforth copperbottom also held the belief that luxury should be available to the masses. there are variety of affordable accommodations for almost any price point. additionally, the hotel never turns anyone away. it always seems to find an open room for the weary traveler or eager vacationer. ammenities: the hotel boasts three stunning pools that always have the most refreshing temperature when you jump in. each pool has a swim up bar, cabanas, and views of either the ocean, city or mountains depending on which one you're currently swimming in. the siren's speakeasy is a longtime gilded griffon staple. the speakeasy is the hotel's signature lounge. with live entertainment and the best drinks you can get out in the middle of the pacific ocean. there is another lounge area focused more on fine dining as well as two casual sit down dining restaurants as well. a spa with treatments that will leave you feeling and sometimes even looking ten years younger. people who say genetics are the secret to looking young are liars. it's magic, and you can get the best magical spa treatments in the griffon's award winning spa the tranquil spring. other amenities include a gym with personal trainers, top tier room service, a concierge to handle any request or plan any adventure you can think of, and much much more. accommodations: the hotel's current accommodation count is one hundred twelve single rooms, forty-seven suites, thirty-one penthouse suites, and nineteen long term resident apartments.

𓆩⟡𓆪 crescent cove 𓆩⟡𓆪

what aberforth did not foresee was that the creation of his hotel would create a thriving community on the island itself. crescent cove started off as a quaint little town mostly settled by the people that were working at the hotel. but as the generations passed, just like the hotel, the island grew to accommodate each new resident and what they needed. now crescent cove thrives beyond the needs of the hotel. modern amenities seamlessly blend in with the original architecture of the town. the lure of safety has swelled the population to something that aberforth could never dream of. there are restaurants with every cuisine imaginable, shops selling all sorts of wares from magical to mundane, and just an overwhelming vibe that everyone feels free to be themselves. geography: the magic that runs through crescent cove creates a diverse collection of terrain. there are beaches, forests, mountains, rivers, ponds and lakes all through out what sometimes feels like a never ending island. climate & weather: the overall climate is considered temperate. the island experiences four defined seasons. while summers get hot and winters get cold, there is rarely that extreme end of negative temperatures in winter or over one hundred temperatures in the summer.

[kentos-filmcamera]

me and your mama (dilf!reiner x fem!reader)

pairing: dilf personal trainer!reiner x fem!reader 

summary: few headcanons and what happens when you end up sparring with your trainer who’s just so hot. 

wc: 1.4k 

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI) size kink, age gap (reiner is in his early 40s, reader is around their late 20s), she/her pronouns, afab reader. unprofessional relationships and behavior, locker room sex, use of petnames (mama, doll, princess), oral (m! receiving), thigh riding, finger sucking, praise praise praise, public kink, almost getting caught oops, cockdrunk!reader, reiner has sensitive balls and big tits hehe, formatting is lowkey weird whoops

inspired by: me and your mama by childish gambino

A/N: my last submission for the Dilf List! taking a risk here and writing about my sneaky link Reiner for the first time. thank u sm my sweetheart lucy aka @cirigiri for this opportunity <3

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner was assigned to you by your gym after you considered you needed extra help, since running on the treadmill and attending spinning classes wasn’t giving you the results you desired. 

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner who you always saw walking around the gym assessing others, wearing tight dri fit shirts that left his muscles for you to salivate over, some loose joggers still showing off his deliciously buff body. you thought he was younger due to his physique and energy, but the few wrinkles in the corner of his eyes and stray gray strands gave another impression. 

-> dilf personal trainer!reiner looked down on you because of your height difference. 

-> dilf pt!reiner who you always thought to be an intimidating guy, but turned out to be extremely sensitive and empathetic towards you.  -> dilf pt!reiner drove you home after a session since you didn’t have a car. you didn't mention it to him, he noticed that you arrived in a car that wasn’t yours and offered a ride back and some assessment of your vehicle situation. his ultimate kindness and seeing him in a tank top, all sweaty laying under your car finally made him an item for your Dilf List 

-> dilf pt!reiner rested his hands so inappropriately on your hips as support as you did weighted squats or pullover abs.

-> dilf pt!reiner looked at you so gently and showered you with praises after your session is over 

-> dilf pt!reiner fetched your water bottle and gave you water to drink, his other hand under your chin to pick up the drops that rolled down. he has been looking at you over with a certain look on his face. 

-> dilf pt!reiner who you clashed with since he wanted to up the intensity of your workouts drastically and you knew it wasn’t going to work 

-> dilf pt!reiner got so turned on when you went into a screaming match with him at a late-night training session. seeing you all riled up made his mind wander. 

“I can’t take it anymore!” You huffed and puffed, practically pulling a tantrum, even though your reasons were valid “You don’t understand my body even though you think you do!” 

“Well, how can I understand it?” Reiner leaned down slightly to whisper to your ear, his hand settling on the bare skin between the cute matching leggings and sports bra. “Show me. Or is there any other way you want me to, mama?” 

-> dilf pt!reiner said out loud that your session is over, pretending to be mad, but leaned down to whisper in your ear to meet him at the locker room. 

The warmth of his breath and the sweet stickiness of his honey-like voice sent shivers down your spine, the sensation running across your arms and tickling your tummy. You didn’t think the opportunity would come so early, and you could swear you were going to have to put in the work since he was hard to read sometimes. But the fact the opportunity just fell right into your lap made you giggle. 

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands roamed all over your body as his lips devoured yours under the dimmed locker room lights. 

-> dilf pt!reiner suddenly seemed so cheeky as he plotted things in his head, the tiny smirk between tugs and smacks was something you had never seen before. 

-> dilf pt!reiner carried you effortlessly, legs wrapped around his waist, to sit down at the bench in the middle of the locker room, resting you on his lap, his hand holding your body against his, sticky skin making friction in a way that your cunt started to soak through your athletic wear. 

“If I didn’t understand your body, I wouldn’t be able to tell how wet and turned on you are for me right now” Reiner commented, his lips guiding themselves over to your neck as he positioned you on his thick, muscular thigh. You moaned into those warm lips that peppered lewd kisses on your neck, your hands running through the choppy strands of blond hair. 

He slipped down the sports bra to let it rolled up around your waist, but the complaints about the tightness never made the light of day, your mouth busy sucking the two digits inside your mouth, Reiner hypnotized by the way your fingers wrapped and took his fingers in so well, feeling his cock strain at any twitch of your tongue. 

-> dilf pt!reiner almost begged for you to suck his cock, pulling his fingers out of your mouth connected by a string of saliva, he was looking at you with such puppy eyes you couldn’t decline  -> dilf pt!reiner whose cock is veiny and thick and you thought you could suck forever just to hear him praise you in a way he never did before  -> dilf pt!reiner moaned when you first cupped his heavy balls on your hand

“Fuck! You’re so good to me” Reiner moaned, caressing the top of your head as you bobbed it up and down his length, slobbering down to the hand that was massaging his balls. It was surprising how a man so well put together was coming undone and vulnerable before your eyes, cheeks flushed, eyes teary as your tongue swirled around his flushed pink tip. He held your head down as spurts of white filled your throat and mouth. 

-> dilf pt!reiner kissed you so deeply and praised you for making him cum so well 

-> dilf pt!reiner who only by hearing your desperate little moans gets rock hard and needy for the wet cunt you’re grinding against his thigh 

“C’mon doll, I can make you feel so much better with my cock…” He urged you, snapping you from your frenzied pace in a desperate attempt to reach your release. 

-> dilf pt!reiner whose hands cupped your ass so perfectly as he squeezed it and lifted you up to help you bounce up and down his length 

“Nhn! It’s too much, I can’t take it!” The word that echoed accompanied by the squelching your tight pussy was making. The words seemed like a dejavú almost, the image of you all pissed off screaming at Reiner seemed from years ago. 

“Oh, I know you can love, trust me on this one” His sweet words matched the deep and slow strokes he was giving you, eyes fixated on the way his thick cock stretched you out nicely. “You’re doing amazing, okay? Just deep breaths, and we’ll be on our way” 

Those were the same exact words he said to help you through tough workouts varying from extreme length to unbearable intensity. Even then, his sweet words had the same impact; you relaxed, and gave into the the pleasure of riding your personal trainer on the bench in the middle of the staff locker room. 

-> dilf pt!reiner lifted you effortlessly with his cock still buried deep inside you when he recognized the voices of two of his coworkers, their steps drawing near as he hid the two of you inside one of the showers, he covered your mouth, hearing the conversations they were having.  

“I don’t want a single sound out of you, okay?” He whispered, and you nodded under his grip that almost covered the lower half of your face completely. You nodded, thinking that was the end of it, that you’ll cockwarm him until they’re gone and it was safe. 

Until he started to draw long, painful strokes plunging into your cunt. 

The position he kept you in was allowing his cock to hit all the perfect spots with excellent angles. You closed your eyes, concentrating on not giving away both of your presences. But the extra effort just made you feel more. All the crevices that swollen leaking tip was reaching, making your mind go numb against the strong grip of his arms, the cold wall that supported your backside, and the thrill of getting caught. 

Reiner had his eyes closed, but because he prayed they left soon. He wanted to quicken the pace, and hear the sound of your hips clashing against each other in a perfect symphony. He felt you clenching around him almost exquisitely, and then his palm came into contact with moisture. 

“It’s alright princess, you’re doing so well” He whispered, drying your tears sweetly “You can cum, okay?” He shushed you, the tears flowing from the mind-shattering orgasm he was now giving you. 

He wanted to cry too, really. But because you looked so sweet under him, taking his cock so well as your tits bounced against his buff chest, following the same pace “God, you’re the best pussy I’ve ever had.” 

[keanureevesisbae]

I AM READING UNPROTECTED SEX SO YOU KNOW I AM HAPPY ALSDKFJALSKDFJALKSDJF the things i now say on the internet 😂

You weren’t made for hiking. Or camping. Or generally just being outdoors.

Facts, I am more a room service type of gal

“My foot is stuck.” Why did it always have to be your foot? And why did it have to be stuck?

Only two paragraphs in and I am already laughing out loud

The whole debacle had involved almost taking Sy’s eye out with a tent pole (accidentally), Patrick making a bad joke about how you shouldn’t have to take revenge for Sy poking you and Julie hitting Patrick over the head with a tent pole (intentionally).

HAHAHAHA

“What can I say, Sugar,” Sy said to you as he laughed at your continuous surprise, “everything’s bigger in Texas.”

That pun was intended as fuck and we love him for it

The view of the lake was amazing, it was sunny and hot – which made it hard to concentrate, because Sy didn’t feel the need to keep his shirt on.

Sy should never feel the need to keep his shirt on. Like, that should be a general rule in the relationship

“You’re a good swimmer, Sugar,” he said. Did he actually sound impressed? Were you actually a good swimmer? No one had ever called you that before…

“I’m Dutch,” you said, “they won’t let you stay in the country if you aren’t.”

Fun story that no one asked for: I HATE SWIMMING. I have one diploma, because my mom wanted to make sure I knew at least the basics of swimming. So here I am, years later at the gym, trying to impress one of the instructors/personal trainers there. He literally says to me I should swim after working out, so I (the fucking oversharer I am) tell him I hate swimming and because of my weird ass joints (he was aware of my injury prone body) I swim like a dog.

But, because I did want to impress him, I did what he said at very SPECIFIC times, because he would be in the pool to clear up some things there (yes, I am that kind of girl that would remember), so when I entered the pool with my smashing swimming suit I could "bump" into him and he could check me out.

The fact I only swam so I could have his attention 😂😂😂😂 CALL ME DESPERATE OMG HAHAHA

“I have a deal with Patrick.”

You have bros who live by bros before hoes, but you also have bros you make deals with so you can rail your gf in the wild types.

It was a brief kiss, followed by the next thing you had never imagined you would find so extremely exciting: “Atta girl, Sugar.”

(s)creaming as we speak

“Can’t,” he breathed, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.”

My favorite words omg as you can tell i am very excited now hahahaha

(are you telling me there is possible conceiving happening IN THE WATER?!?!?!)

“No, stay.”

I have no words.

I literally have no words.

OH MY GOODNESS

LFJASLDKFJALSDKJFLAKSDJF

Part 14

Masterlist

Part 13 🍂 Part 15 (coming soon)

Pairing: Syverson x ofc

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?"

Chapter warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, oral (f receiving), p-in-v sex, unprotected sex,

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Releasing the next chapter because Sy smut really is the best thing to read before bed, and mygirl @keanureevesisbae deserves it! (And just so you know; I almost owe her 18, too. So we're just gonna keep going...)

@deandoesthingstome @geralts-yenn @omgkatinka @summersong69 @diegos-butt @beck07990

“Ow! Fuck!” You weren’t made for hiking. Or camping. Or generally just being outdoors.

“What’s wrong, Sugar?” Sy looked back at you.

“My foot is stuck.” Why did it always have to be your foot? And why did it have to be stuck? You looked up at Sy, who was laughing. Of course he was, jerk. Somehow, you managed to get your foot out from between the roots of the tree they belonged to. No, the first few hours of your first ever camping trip hadn’t been able to convince you that this could be fun. In order for that to happen, it would have to get a lot more… fun. It was a short walk back to the clearing where your tents were. Seeing those again made you feel the urge to kick them. You didn’t, because you were afraid they’d collapse, and you would have to go through all of that again, and that was something you definitely didn’t want to do. While setting up camp, you’d decided you definitely weren’t outdoorsy. In fact, you were barely so much as outdoors-ish.

The whole debacle had involved almost taking Sy’s eye out with a tent pole (accidentally), Patrick making a bad joke about how you shouldn’t have to take revenge for Sy poking you and Julie hitting Patrick over the head with a tent pole (intentionally). In the end, you had to switch with Patrick and finish putting up their tent with Jules, because Sy tried to explain how everything worked, but couldn’t do so without talking to you like you were five years old. At least, that was your interpretation of his tone – Julie later told you that he was really just trying to help, and carefully suggested that you may have been a bit too embarrassed to hear that. She may have had a point, but that didn’t change much about your experience.

Now that you were finally sitting down, you were starting to like this. It was a really beautiful place.

“Is it always this quiet?” you asked curiously. Somewhere this pretty was bound to attract more visitors, right? It was as if Sy could read your mind.

“It’s private land. Belongs to a friend of our dads. He’s fine with us camping here as long as we don’t make a mess of the place, and we give him a call upfront,” he explained while he stared out over the small lake.

“That’s mostly so he won’t accidentally shoot us,” Patrick said. Both he and Sy laughed at the expression on your face.

“Excuse me?”

“He likes to hunt on the property.” That was a disgustingly simple explanation to you, and your face must have shown that because Sy and Pat were still laughing.

“Who likes to hunt?” you said, voice dripping with revulsion. Jules made a face at you while subtly pointing at the men who were with you, and your eyes went wide.

“Not for sport, Jules, you know that,” Sy said to her. He looked and sounded annoyed. It took the guys a while to answer all of your questions, and you ultimately concluded that – although you were glad that Sy wasn’t a ‘hunting trophies in the living room’ kind of guy – the shock value of finding out was bigger than your aversion to the hunting. Besides, there was a tiny piece of you that definitely felt something at the thought of Sy… You tried not to think about that…

“Wait, you said he likes to hunt on the property…” There was confusion on your face. “How big is the property?” Apparently, the man owned the lake you were currently looking at. And a whole lot of land around it.

“What can I say, Sugar,” Sy said to you as he laughed at your continuous surprise, “everything’s bigger in Texas.”

You spent the afternoon reading and writing. It had been a while since you had actually used pen and paper to write, but it was nice. The view of the lake was amazing, it was sunny and hot – which made it hard to concentrate, because Sy didn’t feel the need to keep his shirt on. After a while of trying to focus on your writing, failing, and letting your thoughts drift freely while watching Sy, it didn’t take much for him to convince you to join him for a swim. Pat left as you walked towards Sy, which confirmed any inkling you had about this being a setup. The water was so clear you could see to the bottom, and the temperature was nice. Sy was on his way over to you, and you met him halfway, which seemed to surprise him.

“You’re a good swimmer, Sugar,” he said. Did he actually sound impressed? Were you actually a good swimmer? No one had ever called you that before…

“I’m Dutch,” you said, “they won’t let you stay in the country if you aren’t.” With a few strokes, you were out of his reach, leaving a bewildered Sy behind. You made your way around the rocks that obscured part of the lake from view at your campsite and climbing up on one of them, feet dangling over the edge. The afternoon sun was hot, but the breeze over the lake caused goosebumps to appear on your wet skin. Just as you had closed your eyes to bask in the warmth for a bit, you felt hands near your hips. You had struggled to climb onto the rock you were sitting on, Sy pushed himself up with ease, one hand on either side of your hips. He kissed you quickly before dropping himself back down into the water. He must have been standing on a ridge of the rocks you hadn’t been able to reach, because he raised himself up a little and folded his arms over your thighs. You ran a hand through his wet hair. It was longer now, and it started to show hints of curls, especially when it was wet, which really made you hope the buzzcut was history for good. Impatient hands suddenly grabbed your knees and pushed them apart so his broad chest could fit in between them. Sy wrapped his arms around you and laid his head down on your thigh. It was nice, having his head in your lap, stroking his hair, taking in the sun… You hoped the two of you would spend some time like this, but teeth on your thigh and the mischievous eyes that looked up at you proved he had different plans.

“Sy, no,” you protested quietly, pointing in the direction of your tents. Sy smirked at you as he raised a finger to his lips, gesturing you to be quiet. “What if they come here?”

“They won’t,” Sy said as he pulled you closer to the edge of the rock, careful not to hurt you on the relatively smooth but still gritty surface, “I have a deal with Patrick.”

You didn’t get a lot of time to wonder what kind of deal – let alone ask him – because the soft kisses he pressed to the inside of your thigh distracted you. Sy was barely touching you, and you were already struggling to keep quiet – but so was he. His beard tickled your skin as he explored your thighs with his mouth, careful not to leave marks on you, though you were pretty sure he secretly wanted to. You bit your lip to stifle your moans as he pressed his thumb against your clit. Without thinking, you opened your legs wider, giving Sy full access. You rolled your hips into his thumb, already desperate for release, which made him chuckle softly. The pressure on your clit disappeared, and you whined. It wasn’t long until a finger worked its way into your bikini bottoms and lightly brushed along your slit, which had you shivering.

Deep breaths were the only thing keeping you from moaning loudly every time something Sy did sent jolts of electricity down your spine and into your core. There was just no way you weren’t absolutely dripping right now. The possibility of being caught – or even just heard, because you were pretty sure Pat and Jules already knew exactly what you were up to – added to the excitement. Sy finally decided he had enough of teasing you and pulled your bikini bottoms to the side. You leaned back on your elbows, trying not to overthink the fact that he had a very clear view of your exposed pussy right now. As he pushed his finger between your folds, he kept his eyes locked on yours. A smug smile spread across his face as his digit slipped into you with ease. You let out a soft moan when the second finger slid in just as easily. For a short but heavenly moment, he pumped his fingers into your core. You were surprised when you were met with that familiar feeling you knew would eventually grow into an orgasm – which made it all the more infuriating when Sy’s fingers retreated.

He raised himself up again, leaning over you to kiss you, dripping water all over you in the process. It startled you; the sun had warmed your skin nicely, and the water felt cold - and tickled as the little droplets rolled off you. The kiss was deep and passionate, and you whined as Sy pulled back way too soon. He looked at you, and his voice was low and deep when he spoke.

“C’mon, baby, tell me what you want.” He shook his head when you tried to put a hand against his chest to push him down. “I wanna hear ya say it.” Fuck. Your stomach was suddenly filled with a tornado of butterflies. Much to your surprise, it made you even hornier than you already were.

“Sy, I-I,” you couldn’t finish your sentence. Sy was no longer looking at you, but had focused his attention on your neck and chest, softly kissing your exposed skin and biting your nipples through the fabric of your bikini. He paused for a moment to answer you, shaking his head slowly as he did.

“Sugar, are ya gonna make me miss out on eatin’ this sweet li’l cunt o’ yers, just ‘cause ya can’t use your words?” The way he said it did something to you. What he said did something to you.

“Please, baby,” you whispered, on the verge of begging, “I want you to eat me out.” As soon as the words were out, his lips were on yours.

It was a brief kiss, followed by the next thing you had never imagined you would find so extremely exciting: “Atta girl, Sugar.”

He disappeared back into the water, and you immediately felt two hands on the back of your thighs, pushing them further apart. His tongue was on you in no time, focusing solely on your clit. Sy’s steady rhythm had you flat on your back within a minute, squirming and covering your mouth with your hands to keep the noise you made to a minimum. You turned back to taking deep breaths as Sy continued to push you towards your climax. You lasted longer than you had expected; each time you were close to coming, your breath pulled you back down again. It was a delightfully frustrating dance of ebb and flow. Of course you couldn’t last forever, and a little extra pressure from Sy’s tongue gently nudged you into bliss.

“Whoa,” you whispered. This was different. Normally, orgasms were falling, breaking down into waves of pleasure that crashed back into reality with brutal force. This was much more like sliding down a steep slope – much less violent but every bit as intense. Sy’s mouth stayed on you until your body relaxed completely. Then, you felt water rain down on you again, and you opened your eyes to find his face hovering over yours.

“Was that good?” It was a redundant question, but very sweet, nonetheless. You didn’t speak – you couldn’t. Instead, you just nodded, which was enough of an answer for him. He kissed you again, gently and slowly, while you took your time coming all the way back down. Reality hit you hard, starting with a very acute awareness of Sy’s hard-on pushed up against your naked pussy. Your entire body instantly screamed for one thing, and one thing only.

“Sy, I want you,” you murmured into his mouth, “now.” He groaned and rolled his hips into you when you said it.

“Can’t,” he breathed, “condoms.”

“I’m on the pill.” That, and you knew you could trust him. You studied his face as he considered your request: His eyes weren’t able to hide his desire – not that his cock didn’t give that away – and the slow-spreading smile gave away his decision before he said it out loud. He let himself sink down again and, from the looks of it, found somewhere he could stand.

“C’mere,” he said as he reached for your hand. You followed him into the water and let him pull you into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. He struggled for a moment to position himself like this, but you soon felt his cock pushing against your entrance.

“Tell me if it don’t feel alright, Sugar,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against your neck, “water ain’t ideal.”

You couldn’t deny that; it definitely made things on the outside a bit less slick, but Sy took his time and moved slowly until he was all the way inside of you. His moans were different, somehow, restrained. You suspected he would have been louder than usual if the circumstances didn’t force you to stay quiet. Actually, you didn’t suspect it, you were fairly sure; your reaction was the exact same. There was something about this; not the fact that you were in water, or even because you were out in the open, but because this was skin on skin, and something about that was really intimate. Sy kept his thrusts shallow and his movements slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, and you used your legs to meet him with every move. After a while, you started to wonder if this was even doing anything for him. It took a moment to gather the courage to ask him. The semi-apologetic smile said enough; it really wasn’t. Sy wouldn’t be Sy, however, if he wasn’t quick to tell you that it didn’t matter.

“You know I want it to feel good for you, too,” you said softly as you stroked his cheek. If there was anything you had proven over the past four weeks, it was that you cared about his pleasure as much as he did about yours.

“I know, sweetheart,” he grunted, “alright, tell me if somethin’s off.” His pace became faster, and his thrusts harder.

“Oh fuck, Sy,” you said softly as he laughed. The way he was fucking you right now made your head spin. You buried your face in his neck, fighting to keep your moans low while he kept going. Finally, his breathing changed, which told you he was close. He kissed you, the sound of his moans muffled by your mouth as he filled you up with cum. After a moment, Sy wanted to pull out, but you stopped him. There was nu reason to, now, no hurry.

“No, stay.” It sounded almost sleepy when you said it, and you wrapped your arms and legs tighter around Sy. He held you for a while, but eventually he suggested you should make your way back to the tents. He was right, because apparently, your friends had started to miss you.

“Hey lovebirds, get back here!”

[comingyourlugubriousness]

My hot take for Idia's pokemon team for my AU!

Info and reason why under the cut!

Rotom (Ortho): A ghost pokemon that inhabits Idia's custom made pokedex. It's very lively, upbeat, caring and protective of Idia. Unlike some other pokemon, its speech pattern is more akin to a human and talks about past experiences as if it was alive only a few years ago... Even more strange it refers to its trainer as "Big bro"...

Chandelure (DPS): A pokemon given to Idia at a young age by his parents, raised since it was a litwick. He has some misgivings about receiving it...but tries to not to blame the pokemon. It is very attached to him.

"The flame on its head keeps its body slightly warm. This Pokémon takes lost children by the hand to guide them to the spirit world."

Klink (Defense): What Idia considers his true, first pokemon. As it's the first one he caught on his own! It's a pokemon that doesn't much prefer battle. As such it has no plans on evolving any time soon. (This is a pokemon I felt fit Idia's vibe while also giving a nod to the idea of fate and a predetermined life. It also reminds me of how close Idia and Ortho are. Inseparable!)

"Interlocking two bodies and spinning around generates the energy they need to live."

"The two mini gears that mesh together are predetermined. Each will rebound from other minigears without meshing.

"The two minigears that compose this Pokémon are closer than twins. They mesh well only with each other."

Haunter (Support): Despite its look it is one of Idia most caring pokemon. It often tries to take care of other pokemon and people in a big brother fashion, but due to its "scary" appearance others don't often respond well to it. As such he gets discouraged easily and sulks to itself. (This is kind of a nod to Idia's labwear personal story!)

Golurk (Tank): An automaton pokemon that Idia discovered in old ruins on his travels. He spent a lot of time researching it and along the way got attached to the little Golett. It's now kind of a Pseudo research partner that does heavy lifting on his travels. After all that heavy lifting and protecting Idia it eventually evolved! It's his tank! Though it still mostly just wants to be useful and help Idia with his research. (Idia is especially interested in its source of energy as he is looking into making a body for Ortho to inhabit.)

"It is said that Golurk were ordered to protect people and Pokémon by the ancient people who made them."

Shiny Bisharp(All-arounder): Along his travels Idia ran into a shiny blue Pawniard in trouble. After helping it out, Idia tried to leave it only for it to continuously follow him for days, never straying too close to his camp. The whole ordeal made him really anxious because he knew that pokemon species can hold grudges and get territorial. It was only when a group Mightyean's tried to attack him, that the Pawniard jumped into action trying to protect him. Then he realized: Was it trying to return the favor? After handling the situation the Pawniard realized that Idia already had a pretty capable team and that he didn't need much help, but still tried to secretly continue to follow him. It took a few days but Idia finally got the nerve to ask if the pokemon just wanted to join him. To which it jumped for joy and ran to hug him (almost stabbing him in the process.)  Throughout the AUs story I imagine it evolves. Becoming a reliable pokemon partner...but also still keeping its goofy fanboyish admiration for Idia.

(This is kind of a nod to the Samurai theme Idia's online persona is associated with, I also think it would be cute to give Ortho a Pawniard and Idia a Bisharp! And I love a serious looking pokemon having a fanboyish nature like Idia.)

Hydreigon(BANNED): A pokemon Idia caught through a series of unfortunate and unlikely events. It is extremely powerful and rash, as such he cannont control it in or out of battle. He is training to be more assertive so he can control it. It is used as a last resort.

"It responds to movement by attacking. This scary, three-headed Pokémon devours everything in its path!"

(This pokemon is kind of a nod to Cerberus, with its three heads, and also the Hydra from Hercules)

Here's other pokemon that I feel also fit for him, I'm a firm believe that ppl have more than just their main team:

[hansolmates]

busted in busan 

summary; you’re snowbound at the airport, when the only thing you want is to be homebound. your anxieties heighten as the snow rises, worried that you won’t make it in time for christmas where your fiancé and his parents expect you—picture perfect. when all flights are cancelled due to a massive storm, you have to turn to the hands of an unlikely, hard-headed hero who knows the fastest way out of busan (and into your heart) pairing; jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; a christmas detour!au, fluff, angst, slice of life, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, pining, this is a total romcom, hallmark movie galore! tw–microcheating (or not however you look at it) mentions of sex, making out, profanity w/c; 10k   a/n; for @suhdays​ holiday hallmark event! this event was totally up my lane, i couldn’t wait to post it! a huge thank u for @eerieedits​ for making this wonderful fic banner! this is totally unedited, i’ll to go back to it tonight but pls enjoy! for those of u who need a little more christmas charm this year, this is for u

if you loved this icy couple, please consider giving it a like n’share!⛄⛄⛄

“The Korean Air 1102 flight from Gimhae International Airport to Incheon International Airport will be delayed six hours due to the intense weather conditions. Please be on standby for any further updates.” 

You’re twitching, fighting the urge to nibble on your nails because you’ve just got them done for Christmas. They’re a sleek champagne gold, because your fiancé insisted that they’re far more mature than your usual red and brown reindeer art. This is awful, and is only going to get progressively worse as the snow builds and builds. Right now the weather isn’t that bad, the snow isn’t even sticking to the ground and—oh. 

Gnawing at your lip, your fingers brush over the cold window, a clear view of the landing strip you should currently be boarding. The touch is icy, and the pads of your fingers are enveloped in little rings of fog at the sudden warmth nudging the glass. Upon closer inspection and a squint of your eyes reveal that in fact, the snow is now sticking to the ground. Big, fat clumps are covering the freeway and destroying your Christmas plans. 

Your fiancé will understand if you’re a little late for their Christmas Eve party, but you’re not sure if his parents will. You’ve been on livewire all week, wanting to at least spend the morning of Christmas Eve with your family back home. Knowing that your fiancé’s Christmas Eve party would run until very late, you booked a noon flight with enough time to get ready and impress his parents. Evidently, it was an ill-prepared idea. 

Immediately falling into your terminal’s line, you hope that you can talk with the receptionist in hopes they could put you at ease. 

“How soon will you announce our flight’s departure?” A sad smile. 

“Is there any way you can put me on the next possible flight?” A shake of the head. 

“Will the weather let up?” A frown. 

Every bit of rejection weighs you down, and you’ve run out of questions to ask. For a receptionist, she’s not very receptive. 

“C’mon lady, you’re holding up the line,” a voice tugs you from behind, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta get down to the city on Christmas.” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, wanting to slap the rudeness off this man’s face. Instead of falling back in line, you move to the side to glare at him. He’s unfortunately attractive, albeit in a rugged sort-of way—nothing like your fiancé. The leather jacket that he carries tall is worn and crackly at the collar. Wavy dark hair he constantly has to hold back, a gesture that looks flirtatious and to your chagrin the receptionist is definitely recepting to him. 

“Your refund should be processed in about two to four business days, Mr. Jeon,” the receptionist murmurs, the simultaneously sultry and chirpy voice making you twitch in your spot. Maybe if you drank a cup of tall, dark and handsome you’d be getting the same kind of treatment. 

“Thanks,” he replies shortly, and it’s then you notice the extremely large luggage next to him. It’s the size of you, and despite the broad shoulders under the baggy jacket, he lugs it with careful force, making sure not to bump into anyone as he wheels it away from the counter. 

It seems that your trainers have a mind of your own as you follow him down the terminal. He side eyes you as your feet pick up the pace to match his long legs, but he waits for you to say something first. 

“Why did you ask for a refund?” you ask, frowning at him, “the flight is only delayed.” 

He scoffs, “Do you see the snow? They’re just saying it’s delayed so they can hold onto your money a little longer. Besides, it’s a win-win. I get my refund sooner and some other poor sap can take the ticket and wait until five in the morning.” 

“Five A.M.,” you exhale to yourself, slowing down. 

It would be too late by then, far too late. Your shoulders slump, people start to bump into you without a care. 

“Besides,” you hear his voice say from your stricken form, “I had a backup plan.” 

That’s when your feet start to burn up, and you whip around to pump your legs, catching up with the man who’s already far down the hall. “What kind of backup plan?” you blurt, raising your voice because the crowds are starting to get noisier and deeper the further you follow him. 

He hooks his lips into a confused frown, “You’re awfully nosy.” 

“I’m in a pinch, my fiancé’s parents will kill me if I don’t show up to their party tonight.” 

“Your fiancé’s parents… will kill you?” 

“That’s an exaggeration,” you cough, immediately feeling self-conscious, “they’d kill me with their eyes. They’re really big, really pretty corporate people. They have high expectations for their future in-law.” 

“Ah, and you're the country pumpkin who managed to sweep the rich guy off his feet?” 

“Something like that,” you reply, rocking on your heels, “my dad was his dad’s former secretary, and we grew up together.” 

The stranger with a plan stops in front of a long line. It’s so long that you’re not entirely sure where it leads to. People are piling out the door two at a time, and you can see they’re trying to get through the process as fast as possible. The window leading outside is blurry and caked in white ice. He hooks one leg over his luggage, the metal and plastic case is so high that his feet barely touch the ground. Like a kid with a flat scooter, he wheels himself through the line. 

“These lines are for busses going in the direction of our flight,” he jabs a finger out the door, “if the flight got cancelled I was just going to ride one of these,” out of his pocket he pulls out two tickets, flicking it in front of your face.

“Are there any tickets left?” your eyes bug, and you immediately pull out your phone to reserve a spot. 

“Nah, been booked since last month.” 

It’s then that your eyes zero in on the second ticket he has in hand. Both tickets are addressed to the same name. You lower your phone in your pocket, narrowing your eyes. “Why do you have two for yourself?” 

He pats his luggage as a response. 

“That’s not fair!” 

“It is when you buy it, sweetheart.” 

“A literal human could be in that spot, wanting to go home for Christmas!”

“You’re just salty you don’t have a ticket, don’t take it out on my luggage,” he feigns a pout, rubbing the handle of the heavy container, “you’re hurting it’s feelings.” 

It doesn’t take long for you and the stranger to reach the end of the line. To others in line the two of you look like two companions bickering good-naturedly, but in reality the only thing you want to do is slap that smug smile off his face. 

“You want my ticket,” he states. 

“I want your luggage’s ticket,” you bite back, staring petulantly at where he sits comfortably between the handle. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man’s face morphs into a teasing grin upon seeing you glare a little too hard at the silver and black case. It just so happens that your eyes gravitate to the middle of the luggage, at the apex between his long legs leading up to a pair of black sweats. Despite the soft, baggy fabric you can see how the bulge of his thighs outline the thin cotton, looking large and inviting which—

Fuck. You’re engaged. Why are you checking out some stranger’s thighs? Your fiancé also has nice thighs, think about those! 

“How much do you want for it?” you cough, crossing your arms and turning to the side to hide your flaming cheeks. 

“Who said I was offering?” 

“I’ll pay that and then some.”

“With your rich-boy’s money?” 

If your hands were not digging into your elbows and you weren’t so concerned about your gold-foiled manicure, you’d deck him. Do the holidays normally make this person so snappy? He simply flips his hair, and you catch the shaved ends of his sides. 

“Three-hundred,” he says easily, and if he notices you staring he doesn’t say anything, “including any extra fees for my luggage.”

“Done,” you hold out your hand for him to shake. 

“I’m Jungkook, if you care,” the man named Jungkook adds wryly, practically swallowing your small hand with his larger one. You shortly reply with your name, and he merely nods, “a thank you would suffice.” 

“Thanks,” and it’s then that you manage a scarily pretty smile, one that Jungkook finds both alarming and amusing. It’s a catered smile, one that you’ve trained yourself to accomplish after hours in the mirror in fear of your fiancé’s parents seeing right through you. It’s the smile you give during work when you don’t give a shit but you need to suck it up. It’s a 9/10 success rate. 

“Scary,” he shivers, and then you realize he’s the 1/10. 

The only bus for you two to pile on is one of the smallest. Probably half the size of a regular coach bus, but at this rate you don’t care. You’ll fly by hot air balloon if the weather wasn’t so crappy. 

“Taehyung!” you startle at Jungkook’s sudden belt, and he does a big, beefy-chested bro-hug to the driver. Ah, so he has connections. You watch the two interact from your corner, pulling up your hood to stop the rapidfire snowflakes from pelting your eyes. 

The driver is a classically handsome thing, dark eyes and dark fluffy hair. His paperbag pants look absolutely frigid however, and his teeth are chattering as he regards Jungkook with annoyed eyes. 

“Listen, so plans have changed—”

“As always, Kook.” 

“—and I need you to do me another solid. Do you have room in the compartment for my babies?” 

“The answer is, and always no. That’s why you bought two tickets.” 

“I know but,” he gestures to you with a jab of his thumb, “like I said, plans have changed.” 

“Jungkook,” Taehyung frowns, “trying to do some Christmas miracles? In this snowstorm?” Taehyung shakes his head, eyes flickering to the running bus. Most of the ticket holders are already on it. “I can save you two a three-seater, but there’s no room in the compartment. It’ll be a tight fight but—” 

“It’s perfect. You’re dynamite, Tae,” Jungkook even has the audacity to reach his hands out and squish the driver’s cheeks, much to his distain. 

The two of you are ushered quickly into the bus, leaving you in the very front diagonal to where Taehyung is sitting. The three seats are tiny, it probably barely fits Jungkook’s thighs with the large luggage nestled in the other two seats. The two of you suggest to put the luggage out in the aisle and take turns holding it, but Taehyung interjects that the luggage is a fire hazard. 

“But not a human,” Jungkook decides, and he gestures for you to sit down in the available seat. You’re practically shoved against the window as Jungkook manages to squeeze his gargantuan luggage in the other two seats. He’s tall enough to grab the metal rungs of the bus, steeling himself in the middle of the aisle.

Taehyung doesn’t fight with that, and finally puts the bus into drive. Pulling out of the airport feels akin to leaving the eye of the storm. It’s going to be a long journey, and it makes you worry as to whether you’re going to make it on time or not. 

Your favorite pastime is watching the window on a long car ride, especially when the snowflakes crystalize and melt away through the warmth of the vehicle. However, you’re irked. You thought Jungkook was a bit of a wank, a little too full of himself and far too mysterious for your own good. 

Exhibit A, the luggage that’s currently threatening to wheel over and crush you against the glass. You wonder what’s so special about this luggage that Jungkook so desperately wants to protect, even so far as to buy its own seat. Sneakily, you lean over to smell the zipper. Surprisingly, it smells a little vinegary, the fumes getting you a little lightheaded within seconds. Your eyes dart to Jungkook, who’s currently engaged in conversation with Taehyung. You tilt your head and sniff again, confirming the slightly rancid smell. 

It’s then you take in Jungkook’s form once more. He dresses a little schlubby, his clothes are old, his eyes are sunken in, and his luggage is filled with weird-smelling things. 

Oh no. Is Jungkook a drug dealer? 

Your fiancé’s parents would surely have a fit if this man gets arrested and you come up in the report as an accused accomplice. It makes sense, he would want to make sure that his goods are in his view at all times, and it explains why he so easily gave you his ticket for triple the actual price. 

A giggle interrupts your thoughts. Yes, a tired, yet bubbly giggle. Jungkook’s face is pressed against his bicep, and you catch the fluttering of his eyes as he tries to keep up with Taehyung’s rambling. His grip is starting to loosen on the metal bars, and you’re worried that he might accidentally slip, or not hold tight enough in the event the car takes a sharp turn or slips on black ice. 

“J-Jungkook,” it’s the first time you’re saying his name out loud, tasting it on your tongue as you regard him steadily, “why don’t we take turns sitting? I don’t mind standing for an hour while you sleep.” 

He regards you with a sleepy smirk, shaking his head against the fabric of his jacket. “You’ll be flung in two seconds, besides can you even reach the handles?” 

Good point, but Jungkook is far more muscular and if he does end up flying he’ll crash through the window and further hinder your commute. It’s why you choose your next words carefully, and you convince yourself it’s the only reason as to why you propose your solution. 

“I’ll sit on your lap,” and since it sounds super weird coming out of your mouth, you tack on, “I’ll put your jacket over your lap as a barrier.” 

He slacks, regarding you with a scrunched face. “Is the jacket supposed to make that situation any better? I’m fine standing like this.” 

“This ride is going to take hours and you’re barely on your own two feet,” your point is made when the bus topples over a speed bump, and Jungkook looks awfully small as he moves to grapple the top bar with both hands, “my fiancé doesn’t get jealous, I’ve sat in plenty of friend’s laps before.” 

“We’re not friends,” he blurts with a raise of his brows.

“Yes, I know that,” you’re a little insulted by the curt reply, but he still looks rather horrified that you’re proposing the following, “I don’t like it either, but I’m sitting in your seat and now I’m feeling guilty as hell.” 

It’s a lot of shuffling and shifting after that. You try not to laugh as Jungkook rips off his leather jacket, folding it into a perfect square, ironing out the corners of the crinkly fabric as he gestures for you to take a seat. You try not to take note of how sturdy his thighs are, or how the muscle stretches across the seat so well that there’s no way for you to fall between the cracks. 

“You’re going to sleep anyway,” you try to assure him, side eying him as he presses his forehead against the window, “it’ll be like being with a dead body.” 

“Didn’t know you were into necrophilia, but whatever floats your boat,” Jungkook mumbles, eyes immediately fluttering shut. 

At first it was easy, ignoring the fact that you’re sitting on top of a human. The drive seems endless however, Taehyung driving further and further into a sea of white ice. You force yourself to thread your fingers together, sitting on the very edge of his knees with your back ramrod straight. Eventually, you tire out and relax against Jungkook’s lax body. Your face is centimeters away from Jungkook’s. Long, dark lashes, and a strand of equally dark hair falls in front of his eyes. His cheeks are flushed from the blaring heater, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

Hm, for a drug dealer, he smells pretty. 

Despite the weird-smelling luggage that looms over the two of you, the white long-sleeved shirt he wears is soft to the touch and smells fresh. 

You huff, and shift in your seat. 

“Stop,” Jungkook mumbles into your shoulder, and you don’t have the heart to look at him. 

“I’m sorry, it’s cramped,” you reply. 

“I get that, but you don’t have to—hike yourself so far up here,” he sounds almost embarrassed saying it, and his hand shuffles to adjust his belt. “Literally can’t sleep because you’re making me pop a boner.” 

“Why, I’m engaged!” 

“God, I know. It’s like your personality trait or something,” Jungkook retorts, “just because you’re engaged doesn’t stop my body from reacting. I’m sure your fiancé has reacted like this, stop acting like a blushing virgin.” 

You tense, your eyes glued to the window in front of you. How do you even make a comeback to that? Wringing your hands in your lap, you feel your palms sweat with nerves the longer it takes for you to reply. This causes the gears to run in Jungkook’s mind. 

“Holy fuck, have you two not—” 

“Shut up,” you hiss, turning your body around to slap him in the chest, “shut up shut upupupshutup!” 

You make seething, burning eye contact with Jungkook. You expect him to have a shit-eating grin on his face, teasing you for your relationship. Instead, Jungkook is wide-eyed, mouth parted open like a confused guppy and his big bug-eyes looking stricken. He says nothing. 

The road starts to get bumpier, and the drive swerves from time to time to avoid black ice. Neither of you are relaxed. Combined with the heart of the storm, your heart is currently wrung on electrical wire, pumping blood with a fervor you cannot stifle. 

“I’m going to put my arms around your waist,” Jungkook murmurs softly, and you lift your arms slightly to see him lace his fingers over your belly button. “Like a seatbelt.” 

You sigh, relaxing in his hold. Now it’s awkward. He feels compelled to hold you to keep you safe, even though he clearly finds it awkward you’ve already put him in this position. 

Jungkook isn’t so bad, you think as you let your gaze linger on his hands. They anchor you to his lap, making sure you’re not jostling during the ride. He may have a razor sharp tongue and gets under your nerves just for the heck of it, but he’s kind of nice. Under the prickly leather jacket, there’s a softness to him you can’t help but gravitate to. 

It’s dark outside, save for the speedily descending flakes and the dim lights of the highway. You’re sitting on the lap of a total stranger, yet it’s a stranger who’s holding your waist like he’s a seatbelt, a stranger who’s making you feel safe to say the words that have been haunting you for the past few months. 

“I’ve tried to initiate sex,” you finally say. “I don’t know why he doesn’t want me, it’s already been two years.” 

Your eyes turn red with bloody horror. Your vision blurred by the insanity of what you’ve just blurted out to this surprisingly kind stranger who’s offered his seat (both times) to you. 

“I didn’t mean to word vomit like that. Forget I said anything—” 

“Must be his loss,” Jungkook cuts you off, and when he says it doesn’t feel impolite at all. However, Jungkook doesn’t continue on, doesn’t give you rhyme or reason, just lets you linger on his reply like a madwoman. 

Maybe it’s because you’re so touch starved, maybe you’re just seeing things, but for some reason Jungkook’s fingers feel more apparent against the seam of your jacket. They tighten a fraction, drum around the metal zipper that holds the thick fabric together. Your palms feel like a fountain, and you try to ignore the burn between your legs, the liquid heat betraying the commitment that sits on your finger. 

You’re engaged to be married, you chastise yourself. All eighteen carats that symbolize that bond glare at you, bright and eager to make you feel guilty. The whole reason why you’re on this cramped bus ride is to get to your soon-to-be husband. Some pretty stranger with strong hands won’t change that. 

“We’re here! Finally!” Taehyung cheers, and you realize now that you’re parked into a tunnel surrounded by other buses. 

Jungkook and you wait until everyone steps off the bus. The pads of Jungkook’s fingers play an unsung tune, absentmindedly drumming to a song you can’t put your mind to. 

“God, you can’t just pay the extra money for someone to take care of this?” Taehyung hauls the large luggage in the aisle seat, and you feel like you’re being revealed under a curtain, doing something you’re not supposed to be doing. 

You hop off his lap, scoop your backpack in your arm and scramble off the bus. The cold, winter air bites into every available pore in your body, replacing the warmth that Jungkook gave in the tiny bus. You hike the collar of your oversized turtleneck higher up your chin, prickling in shivers as you wait for Jungkook. 

“I don’t remember Seoul being this, empty,” you say to yourself, frowning at the lack of humans past the bus station. You peer curiously at the dark, dark road off the terminal. There’s no flicker of light, or a skyline filled with bustling sounds and flickering head beams. 

“That’s because we’re only halfway there,” Jungkook walks past you, luggage in tow. 

“What?” you pull out your phone, it’s already 4PM and it’s pitch dark outside. 

The snow is beating down as you two speed walk out of the hangar, reaching a nearly vacant parking lot save for a pure white minivan. You barely notice the vehicle with all the snow, blending in perfectly as wave after wave of ice beats down on it. The pops of rust by the tires, gaudy orange stripes is the only thing you can focus on as you try to make it to the car as fast as possible. 

“Get in and start the car,” Jungkook practically shoves the keys in your hands, gesturing for you to take the passenger seat. 

When you enter his car, you’re hit with a scent scarily identical to the one in Jungkook’s luggage. You nearly gag when you inhale too much, and your eyes flicker over to the lemon air freshener attached to the exhaust, trying its best to mask the smell. You vaguely remember all the warning stories your parents told you as a kid—never enter the white van. 

Ohmygod, you’re in a white van and all of Jungkook’s drugs are in the back. 

You shake your head, willing the car to start as you arch your back over the console to start it up. You’ve been around your fiancé’s parents too long, letting them fill your head with judgemental gab and crazy assumptions only rich people have about people lesser than them. 

Once the car spurs to life, soft holiday music plays from a pop station. The front window of the car is absolutely covered in snow, you can’t even budge the windshield wipers to scrape the layer of ice off. 

Suddenly, a blanket of ice slides off the window, swept to the concrete. You’re met with Jungkook’s toothy smile and horror-esque stare, and you have this jerk reaction to nervously laugh and jump in your seat. Your nails dig into the cheap fabric of your seat as Jungkook’s scary expression melts into a more softened one, as if happy to have gotten you to laugh in such sucky times. Jungkook continues to brush your windows, meticulously making sure no ice can cause any damage as you two go into the night. 

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Jungkook whips the door open, throwing the snow brush at the space between your feet. 

As soon as he shuts the door, your stomachs growl simultaneously. 

The two of you break into a quick laugh, giggles that overlap the twinkly holiday chimes and the packed snow crunching under Jungkook’s boots. 

“After McDonalds,” Jungkook declares, setting up the GPS for a quick pitstop to the nearest fast food joint. 

Ten minutes into the drive, you pull into a generic food joint, too starved to find gourmet McDonalds. You make it a point to flick your card and lean over his body to meet the cashier, telling him you’re spotting the meal. Jungkook doesn’t complain, and tells the cashier to add in a vanilla sundae for good measure. 

Color yourself impressed, but you can’t help but gawk as Jungkook expertly sets up his food on the dashboard like a five-star meal, with fries in the cupholder and a burger unwrapped perfectly to catch any spills and to keep his fingers from getting greased up. For such a terrible snowstorm, he pulls out of the joint gracefully, a brief intermission in your long journey. 

“So, is my fiancé’s place far from where you need to be?” 

Jungkook shrugs, a stray fry hanging from his mouth. “It’s not far, not close either. I don’t mind, I like driving.” 

“Do you drive around a lot?” 

“Yeah, for work. It’s a little annoying that I have to spend Christmas alone, but it is what it is.” 

Pausing on your speculation, you take a big bite of your burger. You were hoping that your conversation would spur on a little more detail about his drug-esque job. However, all you start to feel is the heaviness of your fast food meal, stemming from your chest and filling your grease-filled stomach. 

“You’re spending Christmas alone?” you say, and you don’t mean to sound so sad saying it, but the thought of him being alone tonight makes you feel pinched with pain. 

“I can practically feel your puppy-eyes,” Jungkook shakes his head, not even needing to look at you as he focuses on the road. “I’m fine, don’t you worry.” 

“Do you wanna come to the party?” you offer, trying to sound as neutral as possible as you throw the suggestion on the dash.

“Not my thing,” Jungkook scrunches his nose, “with my line of work, I prefer to lay low.” 

Trying not to feel a hurt by the sudden (but expected) rejection, you practically eat your burger whole, eyes glaring on the road. You surmise it’s a valid excuse, drug dealers aren’t exactly one for highly-populated areas and with your fiancé’s reputation, you’re sure his parents would smell Jungkook’s reputation in a micro-minute. 

The drive isn’t anything special. You’re sure if it were spring, the foliage would be pretty and the sun would be setting into melty orange hues by now. It’s all black and white, boring shades that are aggressively pelting at the van and hindering your evening. 

“So, what other character traits do you have?” Jungkook cuts through your semi-brooding, as easily as one slices through butter, “other than the obvious that you’re engaged, and that you’re getting married. And oh yeah, you have a fiancé!” 

You scoff at his cheesy joke, folding your arms together. “I like spending time with my family. Watching movies under a weighted blanket. Plants.” 

His stare dips away from the road for a fraction, enough for you to catch that he’s rolling his eyes, “Fascinating. Not a plant person myself. I like those cute little succulents though. Had a bunch of those in college.” 

“I am also a ramen connoisseur,” you say pointedly, turning up your nose. 

“Ah, are you?” you smile a little when you see Jungkook’s eyes light up at the mention of food, “what’s the criteria for good ramen?” 

“Deep, creamy broth. Also, the egg. Gotta look like a custard-y, eggy sunset. It’s just,” you smack your lips together, mimicking a chef’s kiss, “perfect.” 

He chuckles, and goes on to tell you a story about a ramen shop he’s visited on his travels. It’s one he declares that you need to visit, one he still dreams about often. It takes a ferry and it’s a bit of a trek, but he says it’s worth it, and the eggs are as custard-y and sunset-y as you’d like. 

It’s between pockets of his story and pulling yourself out of this little bubble of a van you realize:  are you flirting with Jungkook? 

The longer this trip goes, the more your stares linger. They linger like the snow that sticks to the ground, unable to do nothing but cling. Layer after layer of confusing feelings, building up to a blizzard that you’re unable to quell. 

“So, your family’s also going to be at your fiancé’s party?” Jungkook asks, poking at yet another one of your personal facets. He’s being blatantly nosy, yet neither of you seem to mind. 

“Oh, no,” you shove your hands in your pockets, “they wanted to stay back in our hometown with the extended family. Y’know, the older members can’t really travel as much as they used to.” 

“Ah, so you’re splitting up your time,” Jungkook drums his hands on the wheel, eyes drooped slightly as he continues along the monotonous road, “your fiancé couldn’t make it?” 

“Couldn’t,” you reply lightly, “just, y’know, work.” 

“Been there, done that,” Jungkook replies, “I’m sure he missed out though. What’s your family like? Are they the type to bake cookies until 3 A.M.? Oh, or do they get wine drunk and talk shit about their annoying cousins—” 

“Jungkook,” the words fly out of your mouth before you can even think, “I’m engaged.” 

The weight of your words holds differently now. A whole day has passed with this man, and you’ve developed an attachment that simultaneously scares and thrills you. Not an hour goes by that you have to think to yourself that you’re taken, to the point that you can’t even tell what’s in your head and what’s being spoken out in the air. 

Instead of a snippy comment, a snarky retort of, “I know, I know!” like you anticipate, Jungkook stops the car. 

There’s no human trace for miles, so it doesn’t scare you when he slows down and pulls off to the side. He gears the car into park, roughly pulling the handle. He lays his arm over the steering wheel, turning his body so he can face you fully. The heat in the car suddenly feels too cloying, and you shrink in the seat as he leans in on you. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks, and from the looks of it, he’s genuinely hurt. 

“I—Jungkook,” you plant your feet on the ground, trying to find some power in this situation, “I mean I, we—you just can’t keep doing this.” 

“Do you feel like I’m trying to steal you away? Or, seduce you or something?” Jungkook is starting to talk himself into a stupor, eyes flickering from the window, to you, to behind you, and back to you. It’s almost jarring, seeing how self-conscious he starts to get without the presence of an audience. Gone is the smooth talker that you met at the terminal, willing to haggle it all for your cash. “Are you uncomfortable? Is it weird I have a crush on you?” 

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” 

He reels back, nearly pressing his head against the window. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deep from his lungs. “Adults still get crushes, y’know.” 

“Yeah, but not to people you met eight hours ago.” 

Jungkook arches a brow, “People fall for people in the most unlikely of ways.” 

That singular statement hits you, hard. 

Jungkook looks like he wants to get out of the van. He seems stuffy, and he unzips his coat and shoves it under his legs. 

“You’re cute,” he echoes the statement like he can’t believe that in a short amount of time, he’s attached to you, “you seem to have good taste, you love family, and your personality isn’t half bad,” the last bit is meant to be teasing, a lighthearted way to end his bout of emotion, but it only makes you ache further, “And it makes me upset knowing that you have to keep convincing yourself that you’re in a relationship that isn’t as fulfilling as you hope. This whole drive, you’ve been anxious about going to his parents, worrying that you’re not going to make it on time instead of relaxing with your family. Where you actually want to be.” 

“I also want to be with Jimin,” you say weakly, a half-hearted attempt to defend yourself. 

You never mentioned your fiancé’s name until this point. It makes Jungkook stiffen a little, finally putting a name to the man that’s supposed to have your heart. It makes the relationship concrete, palpable. 

“I’m sure you do,” Jungkook smacks his lips, evidently sealing the conversation to suffocate under the snow. 

Jungkook puts the car into drive, sliding back into your current route. 

“And to answer your question, Jungkook. No, you having a crush on me is not weird,” and smaller, quieter, you reply, “because it’s weird that I might have a crush on you, too.”

You know that Jungkook catches your statement, because he cranks the volume of the radio harder, effectively shutting you out.  

The first thing Jungkook says when you finally reach the Park’s house is: “Wow.” 

His van looks completely out of place, parked on the side as limos and Escalades drop off more and more people into the large estate. It’s pouring with elegant piano music, and the large window in the middle of their home reveals a century-old chandelier, crystals beaming and winking against the hundreds of guests that lie underneath. 

The rest of the way driving was almost painfully fast. After that awkward wave of emotion, neither of you said anything. Well, you didn’t at least. Jungkook attempted to clear the air by singing along to the Christmas songs on the radio, but it only further attracted you because to your chagrin—Jungkook’s a pretty good singer. 

The estate isn’t in Seoul persay, it’s a sizable plot of land that definitely comes from old money. It’s decked up like the North Pole, lit up and tiny crystal lines dotting the expanse of the rooftops. The snow certainly adds to it, and many guests are outside taking pictures of the picture-perfect holiday show. The blizzard has finally subsided, leaving a clean blanket of snow across their yard.

You scoff to yourself. What they find to be a Christmas miracle only derailed yours. 

Jungkook stares at you while you send a quick text to Jimin. You tell him he needs to come fast, because you don’t want his parents to see you all sweaty and dressed like you’ve been traveling for hours. 

“Oh, uh,” you finally take a look at him, and you immediately regret it because you’re getting sucked into his gaze, “I think you put my bag in the trunk?” 

“Right,” he shakes his head, “follow me.” 

He tilts his head down when he’s outside, as if the snow’s going to start back up and drown him. Your thumb scratches the ring on your finger as you hop out of the van, effectively popping the bubble the two of you have been sealed in for the better half of the evening. Is this going to be it? Is the last you’ll see of Jeon Jungkook? 

All those thoughts evaporate when Jungkook opens the trunk. 

There’s no drugs. 

In fact, you don’t even know what to think. The van is absolutely filled, wall-to-wall art supplies and canvas carefully lined up like Tetris blocks to avoid damage. The floor of the van seems to receive the brunt of the messes, and you catch recent paint stains and spray cans stacked to the side. It explains the smell. 

There’s some clear cases in a corner, protecting completed prints that are already framed. Your eyes cling to a vibrant hyacinth, coral and satin blue petals bunching in the middle of a black background. It’s absolutely gorgeous, if it wasn’t for all the paint lying around, you’d think it’s real. 

Jungkook’s an artist. 

“Holy shit, I thought you were a drug dealer,” you blurt, and you want to smack yourself in the face. 

 “Excuse me?” Jungkook jerks his head towards you, “did you think I was a drug dealer this whole time?” 

“N-no,” you frown petulantly, letting Jungkook loop your arms through the straps of your backpack. “Maybe. You were very shady.” 

He laughs, a genuine laugh. It confuses you, the way he tucks his hands in his pockets and bends his back over to look up at you through his dark lashes. It’s like nothing’s wrong, like he’s trying to erase the past eight hours and leave with no qualms. You don’t know if that comforts you or terrifies you. 

“So, you were willing to let a potentially dangerous man be your travel partner for eight hours so you can make it to your fiancé’s party?” Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to the front door, “you must really love him.” 

“I do,” you say the phrase like it’s second nature. Rehearsed. Practiced. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jungkook pulls out his hand, and you don’t hesitate to grasp it. 

Liquid heat sparks through your skin, one that tingles from where his large palm encases yours, all the way to your heart. 

“Merry Christmas,” you echo, and your feet feel like lead as you back away from him. 

Jungkook waits until you go inside the house, even though the valet is side eyeing him and mentally telling him to leave already. Turning your back to him is rough, like you’re without snowshoes and you’re trudging through snow. 

The goodbye feels rushed. Your heart is cold and heavy. Unfortunately, by the time you realize you haven’t paid Jungkook for his bus ticket and the ride, it’s too late. Jimin has already pulled you in his awaiting arms, and Jungkook has peeled out of the driveway. 

“You look awful,” Jimin coddles you, dusting the invisible dirt off your jacket. You know Jimin means well by the statement, but you can’t help but feel a little unsupported by his words. You did all you could to make it to Jimin in time for this party full of faceless, nameless people. And yet, Jimin inadvertently manages to put you down for finally making it. 

The hallway is relatively empty, save for one staff member who cleans the wet linoleum floors whenever someone with snow steps in. You can easily make out where the heart of the party is, the tinkly holiday music playing from the speakers, along with all the bodies huddled by the extra large Christmas tree that is brimming with presents. 

You do feel like a wet noodle, in comparison to Jimin and Namjoon’s complementary pinstripe suits. Jimin’s deep burgundy suit pops in the endless hallway of marble and light wood as he quickly leads you upstairs to a spare room for you to change. Namjoon’s more muted grey still looks stunning on him, cutting his tall figure nicely. You think it’s cute that Jimin made an effort to match with his assistant, not making him feel out of place in this big party. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Namjoon interjects softly, gesturing to the garment bag hanging on the boudoir, “I picked out your dress.” 

“I’m sure whatever you bought is beautiful,” you assure softly, stepping fully into the room. It’s an extra bedroom, you’re assuming it might be yours. 

“We’ll give you some time to freshen up and get ready,” Jimin squeezes your arm, a touch you can barely feel due to the puffiness of your down jacket. It’s just an awkward escape of air to you, a sssttt that you catch Namjoon hiding his smile for, “we’ll walk around a bit and bring you some food.” 

“I want cupcakes,” you blurt impulsively, and the two of them laugh on their way out the door. 

Once you’re finally alone, you strip yourself bare. Jacket, shirt, socks, underwear. You make quick work of taking a hot, damp towel to wash your arms and legs, scrubbing your face of any oil and dirt from the day. You wrap yourself in an indulgent fluffy robe, the plush material comforting you as you flop on the bed. 

It’s been a day. 

You take a five minute cat nap, the weight of the day taking its toll on you. When you finally flutter your eyes open however, you see him. 

It’s not exactly him, it’s his art. It’s mounted right atop the headboard, a large blown up painting of a tiger lily. The orange and gold flecks flicker and go perfectly with the decor of the room. The piece is longing, aching for you to go back to two hours ago when you could’ve phrased your words better, balm the situation into something to salvage. This must be a sign, you think. Upon closer look, you see the signature Jeon JK etched in silver in the corner. Who knew the Parks were buying Jeon Jungkook’s work, the world is smaller than you’d originally thought. 

It ignites you. You rip the zipper of the garment bag, pulling on the slinky glittery gold dress Namjoon picked out for you. It’s gorgeous, and you don’t know how he managed to find your proportions, but you figure an assistant of his caliber has access to many things. You don’t have much time, so you slap on some light makeup and swipe some highlights across your eyes. By the time Jimin returns, you’re pulling your hair up and out of your face. 

Jimin walks to the bed with a pretty red velvet cupcake, “You look beautiful,” he says immediately, and you follow to sit with him at the foot of the bed. 

You don’t hesitate to grab the cupcake from his tea plate, nearly shoving it in your mouth. You definitely need a rush, something to curb you over for the plans you have tonight. “Sugar sugar,” you chant like a mantra, and you don’t care that your lipgloss is smudged and crumbs cling to your cheeks. 

Jimin just rubs circles onto your thigh, letting you eat and relax. He knows you’re not a fan of these kinds of parties, preferring to wallflower it, preferably at  a wall closest to the buffet. His touch is comforting, and you chew slower in order to prolong the inevitable. It takes a beat for you to finish your cupcake. 

“I need to talk to you,” the two of you blurt at the same time, and you point and giggle at each other like you’re still five year olds tinkering in the sandbox. 

Jimin pouts, “Can I go first? Mine’s kind of important.” 

“Mine’s also really important,” you don’t mean to invalidate Jimin, but you really need to get this out. “I might explode if I don’t say this now.” 

The blonde scrunches his nose, obviously weak to your unusual distress, “I guess I wouldn’t want that.” 

You clutch his hand, the hand that holds the plain wedding band he picked out for himself two years ago. Your eyes flicker to how your ring kisses his, “Jimin. I love you, like really love you. I can’t imagine my life without you, you’ve been my best friend since we could crawl. But as I traveled down here, I realized that even though I love you, I think I’m not in love,” you wince at how cheesy that sounds, “I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough, but the whole trip down here made me realize I don’t think I can commit to this.” 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you gasp, watching relief wash over Jimin’s features. You’re not even done with your whole spiel and he’s already unbuttoning his blouse, “this makes what I’m about to say a whole lot easier.” 

“Jimin,” you trail off, squeezing his palm, “what do you mean?” 

“I mean, I think I’m in love.” 

Your jaw slackens slightly, seeing the sweat that lines Jimin’s slicked back hair. He must’ve been thinking about this all night, waiting for you to tell you this. Your chest aches, weighing in on all the sudden facts. “Who is it?” you ask. 

Jimin shrugs, “The man who does my taxes and makes sure I sleep at least seven hours a night.” 

“Namjoon,” you conclude, eyes moving to the sealed door. You think Namjoon is waiting out there right now, silently supporting you two as you go through this. Of course, Jimin’s parents would be livid if anything would tarnish his reputation. A broken engagement would be sticky to cover up, and Jimin falling for his assistant is a headline right for the books. 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers, despite the room being vacant he feels the need to keep his words short, “You came all this way to hear this. But I guess we’re on the same page, huh?” His soft fingers make a beeline for your ring finger, removing the diamond band, “And by the way, I love you too. Which is why we’re going to come clean in the morning and work this out with my parents, together. I’m sorry if you felt obligated to follow me all this time just because our parents did.” 

“Hey, like you said, we’re in this together. Both in and out,” you chastise, pulling your engagement ring from his grasp and holding it to the light. “Can I keep this? Instead of an engagement band, it can be our best friend band. I’ll even get it re-sized so it can go on another finger.” 

Jimin pulls you into his arms, crushing you. The silky material of your dress bunches and rides, but you don’t care. The two of  you can’t help but be a little crybaby-ish about it, feeling much like your younger-selves when you had to pull each other out of trouble. 

The two of you walk out of the bedroom hand-in-hand, and Namjoon is leaning against the banister in the hallway, a soft smile melting on his tanned skin. 

“I’m so happy for you,” you gush, hugging Namjoon tightly. You’ve only known the man for a few months, but you can tell he’s taking care of Jimin and that’s enough for you. 

“I… really thought you’d be more upset.” Namjoon marvels, patting your back. 

Jimin interjects, “I think she’s found someone hotter than me.” 

“Impossible!” 

You could stay at this party, lay low until you and Jimin have to confront his parents in the morning. They suggest to get all the food they need and sneak out to the home theatre. The three of you hustle it down the stairs to another part of the house, in order for you to make your getaway and avoid Jimin’s family. 

“Hey,” you stop in front of another painting, pulling the two men to a stop. Your eyes lock on a framed droopy peony, tipped with pink dye. You realize you can’t stay here, not when someone’s home alone tonight. “Namjoon, I need you to locate someone for me.” 

Jungkook does not expect to see you at his front door. 

You’re stunning, and look as breathless as he feels. The liquid champagne number that hugs your frame does things to him, and he’s strangely attracted to the fact that you paired this expensive dress with your snow-drenched trainers. 

You showing up at the wee hours of the morning was the last thing Jungkook thought would happen. It’s nothing short of a holiday event, you look like you’ve just walked out of a gala and then ran a marathon to reach him. 

He thought when he said goodbye, it would be the last time you’d cross paths. At first, he was okay with that. After all, feelings come and go, and spontaneity only works a percentage of the time. Seeing you presently however, throws all those half-hearted concedings out the window. 

“Hi,” you finally say, drinking from the fact that you actually found him. 

“Hey,” Jungkook breathes, “you look, beautiful.” 

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“So, is this about you not paying me back for the ticket?” Jungkook suddenly feels guilty, having dipped out of Jimin’s manor once he saw him appear at the door. It was unrightful jealousy, and because of that he needed to drive away as fast as possible. “Because honestly, it was me messing with you. I really don’t need the money.” 

“I figured, from the fact that I had to take the elevator up to the penthouse of the building.” 

“So then why are you here?” Jungkook wobbles on the balls of his feet, unsure of what to do with himself. 

“My ex-fiancé is in love with someone else,” you lay your cards out just like that, and Jungkook’s unprepared to deal.  

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry—” 

“Let me finish,” you cut in gently, “my ex-fiancé is in love with someone else, and that’s okay. We’ve been best friends since we were little, and we want nothing but happiness for each other. And for me? Happiness is right in front of me.” 

You bite your lip, and Jungkook fights down the urge to run up and pull you into his arms. You must be so cold, running out without a jacket and rushing to his home. However, he lets you finish, and he holds himself down by clutching the door frame as casually as possible. 

“I also have a big, fat crush on you,” you say boldly, “and I had to tell you as soon as I could. It took a twenty-minute phone call and some serious leverage from Jimin’s company to figure out where you lived. That receptionist is definitely not letting me use my frequent flyer miles next flight.” 

“You harassed an airport receptionist just for me?” he smiles wanly, placing a hand on his chest, “I’m touched.” 

“You make me excited to try new things, to be spontaneous and do things for myself,” with every statement you take a step further, and soon enough you’re in his dimly lit apartment. The plush couch in his living room looks awfully warm and comfy, and the light music that plays from his speakers is soft and soothing. “So, let’s spend the holidays together and see where this goes. And go to your art gallery tomorrow, because I did research you on the drive and found out you had to rush here because of a big show.” 

“So you’re actually a stalker?” Jungkook teases, tugging you over to the couch. 

He takes the lead, plopping himself on the couch first and inviting you to sit next to him. You take a detour and plant your body atop of him, and with an ‘oof’ the two of you are sinking. 

“A stalker and a potential drug dealer does sound like a promising pair,” Jungkook jests, his hand palming the silky material of your ruched up ball gown. 

“I’m sorry,” you pout, wrapping your fingers around the long tresses of his hair, “can you please stop bringing that up? It was judgemental of me.” 

“I like when you’re judgemental,” he pokes your puppy-faced cheeks, ruddied with embarrassment. “I like picking fights with you and getting you all riled up.” 

“Will you rile me up now?” 

Sexy, he thinks. He figures a vixen has been hidden under you, one suppressed by a complicated engagement and many other factors he’d love to learn about in the near future. The situation at hand however, is far more pressing. Your body is finally warming up, and Jungkook tries to ignore the weight your body is causing, re-igniting an ache he felt hours ago when you two were squished against each other in the coach bus.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you declare, and you look a little frustrated that Jungkook is taking so long to process this information, “and I hope I take your breath away.” 

You taste like sugar and the softness that comes with the holidays. It’s tender and oh-so comforting, and Jungkook can’t help but squeeze your hips closer as your lips brush fervently against his. The feeling is both new and old, and Jungkook figures you’ve finally uncoiled a flame that you can no longer quell. 

Soon enough your kisses turn hungry, and Jungkook has to remind himself that you two have only known each other for a total of twelve hours, and he isn’t sure of what’s appropriate to jump to due to the speed of your relationship. Once he feels the first roll of your hips, a liquid heat that Jungkook can’t help but return back, he pulls away from your soft lips. Not too far, but a few centimeters apart so that Jungkook and you can catch your breath. 

“We should take this slow,” he starts, trying to make a reasonable impression now that you’re a guest at his home and finally settled from their long trip. “I really, really want to get to know you. And you’re so beautiful and I really do want to have sex but—” 

“Jungkook, I have not had sex with someone in two years,” you speak with a depraved tone, as if it’s been centuries since you’ve been touched. He can’t help but throw his head back and laugh, “a night full of sex sounds like the best last-minute present ever.” 

You bring his hand over to your core, the shiny glassy material of your gown doing nothing to hide the glimpses of pleasure you’re minutes away from experiencing. You whine desperately at the thought, and Jungkook’s a goner. 

“Well, I guess I’m about to pull a Christmas miracle,” he murmurs against your lips, ready to work his magic. 

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Hi Bubba!

Here’s some stuff I own - warning it’s really quirky and doesn’t make sense but I promise you it does when an outfit is put together

The Orange Slouch Dress from Another Reason

The Blue Jumpsuit from ASOS

Lucy & Yak Dungarees - I have them in different colours and fabrics but this is the website. I love my corduroy evergreens because they remind me of a lime green one my mum made me when I was in reception age 4/5. If I find ever find a picture of it I’ll send you it  x

Outfit Styling:

Monochrome Styling for those new to colour

Monochrome Styling with neutrals (my go to and my other go to)

Monochrome Styling with blacks

- replica of my half and half black T-shirt dress I have (not the same

- anything with chunky boots omfg

- extra

Some other styles I like:

Maximalist

Mixed

Anti/Unique ——— All of her stuff I love it’s just extremely unique and personal to her and sometime androgynous which is kind of what I sometimes gravitate towards

Also fun fact: I LOVE CROCS, PLATFORMS/FLATFORMS AND TRAINERS LMAOAOAAOAO I’m rarely in heels. Only at events even then I’m like GET ME OUT OF IT NOW 😭😭😭😭

My fave pair of trainers right now

My fave pair of crocs right now

My fave pair of vans right now - I wear them EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️

I also have an inordinate amount of pleather/leather clothing (skirts, makeshift corsets, pants and shirts and dresses) and high chunky boots or shoes

Hi Bubba!

Bubba, all of these make sense and i am AMAZED as always over how people are put together such colourful outfits! honestly had so much fun going over all your links and am now inspired to follow styling grams! 😆

omg your fave crocs made me laugh out loud because HOW ARE THEY SO PRECISELY SHREK-COLOURED????? and the lil bears???? aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh I LOVE 😆😆😆😆😆 your mentioning platforms made me miss my heels. i cannot wait for the day i can wear them again

also. major style envy over your pleather/leather clothing! i've always wanted some but they are simply too hot for our weather! since the pandemic, i've also largely forgotten how to dress myself and developed a no-brainer "uniform" of skirt/pant suits for court, dresses/pencil skirts/slacks for the office, and shorts and t-shirts the rest of the time. i have really got to get my groove back on and stop being so lazy! 😂

thank you for the inspiration! ❤️