#o: ff

[triona-tribblescore]

Anxiety

[1driedpersimmon]

Lotsa doodles in no order

[dearly-somber]

Oh No! | j.jk

-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, f2l, first-kiss, university!au, werewolf/shifter!au

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1376

-> warnings. a tad suggestive at the end!

-> a/n. Sharp Teeth is nearing its end, my loves 😪 One last installment before the end of the main series 🥹🫶🏻

-> collection. mini-series

-> started. Sept. 14th, 2024 @ 16:54

-> fin. Sat., Aug. 3rd, 2024 @ 00:31

-> edited. Sun., Aug. 4th, 2024 @ 22:07

-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn

Oh no! your brain says. I’m kissing my best friend! Whatever shall I do?

Run away, it seems.

Your first thought was woah, and before you could think I want to do that again, you were already running upstairs, the distant sound of your name being called only partially breaking through the panicky mist clouding your senses.

You just kissed Jungkook for the first time and it was for a fucking dare. What? How the fuck even did you let that happen?

It’s like one second you were laughing as the pack was being dared to do funky shit like moon the person next to them or call a random number so they could imitate the sound of an elk, and the next you were sitting like a frightened deer as Yoongi, that bastard (affectionate), dared you to kiss the person to your left.

Jungkook.

Jungkook, who was sitting to your left, his eyes wide and round and pretty and—god, why was he licking his lips?

“Uh,” he said, turning to you with cheeks bright-red from drinking too much, although you wondered if maybe it was because of something else. “Y-you—you don’t have to if you don’t wanna,” he whispered, his tongue dragging slowly over his lower lip as if he was trying to seduce you.

You cleared your throat, your whole body on fire with nerves as you shook your head and leaned toward him. “No,” you said decidedly. “No, let’s do it.”

“Wait, really?” Jimin asked, his eyes flitting between you and Jungkook at a rapid pace.

“Y-yeah,” you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant despite feeling everything but. “As long as Jungkook is okay with it.”

Jungkook’s Adam’s Apple bobs and you try really hard to stare only a normal amount.

“Okay,” he squeaked.

He watched you with sparkling eyes as you leant forward, entering his space in ways you never thought you’d want to, but now craved like you craved a hot chocolate on a cold day—fervently, obsessively, like you’d be better off having it than not.

You kissed him.

It was wonderful and great and you almost lost yourself in it, but the smallest gasp from the person to your right (you can’t even remember their face) broke your spell…

“Fuck,” you whisper, pulling at your hair. “Fuck!”

You can’t believe that your first kiss with Jungkook happened during a game of dare in front of all your friends and his family.

Fuck.

“Y/N?”

You swivel around with wide eyes. Jungkook steps cautiously into the room as you wrap your arms around yourself, feeling unnaturally nervous when he closes the door gently behind him.

“Can we talk?” he asks, voice low and uncertain. You bite your lip but nod your consent, frozen in place even as Jungkook comes to stand in front of you. “I—“

“I’m so sorry,” you blurt before he can finish his thought, your hands flying out as you nervously wave them around. “Christ, Kook. I don’t know what I was thinking—”

“Bunny—“

“I’m so sorry.” Your feet unfreeze as you walk circles around him, ending with your back to the door. “I was just feeling tipsy and overly adventurous and- and—”

“Y/N.”

Jungkook grabs your hands, a soft, boyishly nervous smile on his face. “It’s okay,” he says softly.

Despite your relief, your stomach still drops to your feet. “It is?” you whisper.

He nods with a gentle hum, his eyes darting down to your lips and back up again. “I… really, really like you,” he exhales, his entire body seeming to deflate with the confession.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time now, and I know this may not be the best way to say it, but…” He takes a deep breath to hide his nerves, but the hopeful smile never leaves his face. “I think… maybe…?” He trails off slowly, maintaining eye contact as he waits for you to either confirm or deny what you know is him nonverbally saying that he’s noticed your emotional shift.

And god, does that scare you.

“Jungkook…”

“What?” he whispers. “What is it?” His face falls so suddenly that you wonder if it’s possible to feel phantom pain from an expression alone. “Do you… do you not like me back?”

“No, Jungkook, I…”

He defeatedly lowers his head, slowly letting go of your hands as he takes a shaky step back, exhaling hard. “But I thought…”

“Jungkook—“

He shakes his head, looking up like he’s trying not to cry. “It’s fine. That’s fine. We can just… we can just forget this happened—“

“No!” you yell suddenly, the nerves and alcohol in your system finally bubbling over even though Jungkook’s wide-eyed and confused deer-in-headlights look makes your knees feel weak. “We can’t forget this happened because that will fucking kill me.”

Jungkook blinks, slow and surprised and trying desperately to hop on the roller coaster your emotions seem to be taking you on. “What—?”

“I love you,” you say, nervous and giddy and scared but so fucking relieved, “I love you and I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long now and it was so good I won’t be able to stop thinking about it until it happens again, I just—” You take a deep breath, your heartbeat pounding against the back of your throat and the bass of your skull and the tips of your fingers. “I just can’t believe our first kiss happened during a game of dare,” you whisper.

Jungkook opens his mouth, but you speak before he has the chance to: “I know it’s dumb and petty and childish and all those other things, but I just… I really wanted it to be special.”

You breathe.

You ruminate in the tummy-churning silence that makes you almost nauseous until you finally take a step toward him.

You stand toe-to-toe, your noses touching as your chests heave almost in sync. Jungkook’s hands are stiff by his sides, your hands shaking where they take him by the shoulders.

“That does not take away from the fact that I really, really like you,” you whisper.

You exhale against his mouth, standing on the tips of your toes to finally press your lips to his.

The kiss itself doesn’t do anything particularly magical—you note that his lips are cushiony-soft and taste faintly of raspberry, but that’s it. No fireworks, no sparks, no the-world-stood-still-for-a-moment feeling in the center of your chest.

You know what does feel magical?

Jungkook’s hand at the back of your neck. Jungkook’s shoulders relaxing as he leans deeper into the kiss, his nose pressing against your cheek. Jungkook pulling you against him, pressing your chests together and letting out what you know by now is an excited whine.

You smile into the kiss, letting your hands slide up and into his hair, letting your nails drag across the nape of his neck. Jungkook shivers with a shaky sigh against your lips, attacking your mouth more fervently.

You make a surprised noise in the back of your throat when Jungkook pushes you back, nearly tripping over your own feet if not for his hand sitting firm on the small of your back. You grunt when you’re pushed roughly against the bedroom door, eating up Jungkook’s noises like a woman starved.

He groans into your kiss when you teasingly pull on his hair, kissing you so hard your teeth knock together.

It feels like forever before he lets you come up for air, resting your foreheads together as you catch your breath. You slide your hands around his face, gently squeezing the lobe of his ear—he whines loud and grips your sides a little harder—before you cup his face and guide his head back enough for you to look at him.

He’s panting and open-mouthed and shaking, his eyes blown so wide you struggle to pinpoint where his pupils start and his irises begin. Loose strands of disheveled hair hang in front of his eyes, long lashes framing his perfectly round cheeks…

“You’re so beautiful,” you mutter. “I don’t tell you enough.”

Jungkook licks his lips, bringing his hand to your face so he can run his thumb over your bottom lip. “You’ll have all the time in world,” he promises, “but for now…”

“Don’t stop kissing me.”

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[lxvsiick]

O U R

PART 16 | leehan's even bigger aquarium

PART 15 | PART 17

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[onehellofanedgy]

HC: After learning what Christmas is, it became his favourite season.

Merry Christmas y'all :D I am here yet again with more of Mr. crawling bc he has my undivided atenttion. Something I heard he doesn't get in his world sooo

[elevatoroperat0r]

Zenos yae Galvus | Ala Mhigo

[inoghmia]

Ruined a life today

[foldingfittedsheets]

(Bed Question I guess) My sheets are dying. The fitted sheet always pops off the edge of the bed (yes I’m sure they are the right size and in the correct direction), and as it gets older it has gotten kind of scratchy regardless of when it was last washed. The comforter has two big holes and a few smaller ones opening up; it has an inner casing that holds stuffing, so no leakage yet. I never used my top sheet anyway, so that’s in mint condition at least.

I can struggle with getting rid of stuff when I should, but I really think it might be time. Any recommendations?

I need to be clear. I am. A sheet snob. I can handle the idea that less expensive sheets exist but the brand I fell head over heels for is a pricier one.

So my absolute favorite sheets that I utterly adore are DreamFit. They have straps under each corner to hold the sheets on snug, deep pockets with strong elastic to go on basically any bed without a lot of excess material scrunching up on the surface.

My sheets are eight years old and look amazing. There’s a tiny hole in my bamboo ones where Korben attacked it but it’s never widened or run because the weave is just that good. I. Love. These sheets.

I’ve got the microfiber (I don’t love these but they’re an okay stand in for flannel), pima cotton (still amazing but not as silky as-), Egyptian cotton (truly my fav), bamboo (second fav, really all around great), and tencel (sooooo soft).

They even have a quilted top sheet for the tencel ones that is the perfect weight for a summer blanket. It’s only negative is the quilting lifted from the under sheet after a few years and so is harder to clean and manage but still in great shape otherwise.

I have no strong feelings or recommendations about comforters, mine is a million years old, but these are my favorite sheets.

[waxtrailsonmyshoulders]

My boyfriend (a straight, cis man) just told me that he watched Glass Onion yesterday after I recommended it to him, and then had the AUDACITY to ask me how I know that Benoit Blanc is gay and Hugh Grant is his live-in boyfriend?

Like???? The sky is blue, babe, just gotta open your eyes!!!

For the record, Benoit Blanc: 1. Wears those funky little suits with stripes and patterns and the little scarves. Have you ever seen straight men wear anything that fun and fruity? Or accessorize said no-fun outfits? No, you haven't. 2. Avoids Birdie, a conventionally attractive woman, heavily flirting with him, like the effing Bubonic Plague. 3. Takes long baths in the tub with cute little rubber duckies and soap. FRUITY. 4. Has NO REACTION other than a polite little cough to getting liquid shot down his throat!!!!! 5. HUGH GRANT IS IN HIS HOUSE COVERED IN FLOUR! JFC THEY'RE NOT JUST ROOMMATES!!!

[bluemoontarot]

Every time I see a Mighty Nein post campaign thing I look for Kingsley and feel a little sad when he isn't there with them all

Does King visit?

Does he feel welcome with the Nein?

Does he sit on Darktow feeling his past as Molly yearn and scream for his family but holds back because he can't stand the pitiful stares, the longing.

He can't get over his family looking through him bc Molly's dead even though he's *right fucking there*. That he IS their friend who simply chose a new name and a new path. That he is the same soul.

Does King lie awake wondering who he is...regretting his existence?

Does he feel empty despite being surrounded by so much?

Is Kingsley Tealeaf still feeling royal and loved after all these years?

[xexyromero]

pra mim é tudo ou nunca mais. enzo vogrincic x fem!reader

fem!reader, enzo vogrincic x reader, fluff.

cw: nenhum :)

sinopse: enzo está apaixonado por você e usa uma música e cantor favorito pra te ganhar.

wn: baseado no seu request @parisandi! muito obrigada e desculpa a demora <3

enzo vogrincic, o novo eleito a namorado da américa latina, está perdidamente apaixonado por você. e você sabe disso porque ele faz questão de, a todo tempo, comentar ou te provar isso.

diariamente, recebe flores.

semanalmente, um convite para jantar.

as cartinhas de amor já formam pilhas no seu quarto.

e você definitivamente já não sabe o que fazer. não é que não tenha interesse em enzo - e tem sim, você já quase disse que é apaixonada por ele de volta. mas o medo é paralisante.

como que alguém se envolve com alguém que ficou tão famoso, tão rapidamente?

você é mais do que confortável na sua vida de desconhecida, simples e pacata. se envolver com um homem do calibre de enzo tiraria sua paz e não por conta dele.

fosse como fosse, recebia na porta mais um buquê de flores. dessa vez, eram suas favoritas - girassóis. já ia mandar uma mensagem para o uruguaio, reclamando da falta de potes de água para guardar todas aquelas flores, quando viu um cartãozinho no meio do arranjo.

ao abrir, as palavras escritas na sua língua natal te fizeram cantarolar baixinho. "amor da minha vida, daqui até a eternidade! nossos destinos foram traçados na maternidade. com amor, enzo." ele era um bobo. você não conseguiu controlar o sorriso.

balançou a cabeça levemente, guardando o bilhetinho e deixando as flores em cima da cômoda.

no que se afastou da porta e sentou no sofá para mandar mensagem, a campainha tocou novamente. dessa vez, outro buquê. as rosas eram lindas e de várias cores diferentes. assim como o anterior, trazia um bilhetinho. "paixão cruel, desenfreada! te trago mil rosas roubadas (são só dez e eu não roubei). pra desculpar minhas mentiras (mas eu não minto, tá, nena?), minhas mancadas. com amor, enzo."

aquilo estava ficando fora de controle. antes que pudesse ter qualquer outra reação, a campainha tocou mais uma vez.

você abriu a porta esperando mais um entregador cansado com outro buquê exagerado nas mãos, mas encontrou um corredor vazio. um pigarro chamou sua atenção.

ao olhar pra baixo, lá estava enzo. deitado no chão do corredor do seu prédio, com uma única margarida na mão.

"exagerado!" ele cantou, com o sotaque forte. "jogado aos seus pés! eu sou mesmo exagerado." para deixar claro o ponto que ele queria provar, abriu os braços, esparramando-se.

você não conseguia parar de rir. "levanta, enzo! vai ficar todo sujo!"

"levanto se prometer sair comigo hoje!"

"prometo! se levante logo antes que os vizinhos reclamem."

ele te entrega a margarida.

"te vejo às 20h?"

[lxvsiick]

O U R

PART 15 | he’s usually not that much of a loser (written)

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The neon lights of the arcade flickered in the distance as Sungho and a newly blonde Jungwon walked toward it from opposite directions. Their plan, hatched the day before, was simple: get Taesan and Y/n to spend time together in a casual setting.

As they approached the entrance, Jungwon noticed Sungho walking briskly ahead of his group. He quickened his pace, catching up to him.

“Hey, Sungho hyung! Fancy seeing you here!” Jungwon called out, waving enthusiastically.

Sungho’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Wow Jungwon, what a coincidence! We were just about to come here ourselves!”

Behind them, Taesan and Y/n’s groups caught up, exchanging curious glances as they saw the two friends acting overly casual. Taesan meets Y/n eyes and quickly looks away, turning his attention to Jungwon’s bright hair.

Sungho tried to hide his grin. “You know what? Since we’re all here, why don’t we hang out together?”

“Wow, that’s such a good idea! Let’s do it!” Jungwon nods along. Behind him, Sunoo, Riwoo, and Ningning exchange stares with their eyebrows raised. The group enters the arcade, Taesan and Y/n trailing behind their group awkwardly. Before anyone could utter a word, Sungho and Jungwon split the group up and dispersed them to different games.

“Ningning noona and Sunoo hyung, you guys go together!”

“Riwoo and Jaehyun go with them too!” Shoving the four together, Sungho and Jungwon push them into the direction of the skii ball games. 

“Niki and Woonhak you guys go to the dance machines! Have fun.”

“Alright, Leeh-where’d Leehan go?” Looking around, the boy was nowhere to be seen. Sungho and Jungwon turn back to the two left over. Taesan and Y/n stood side by side, equally as awkward and stiff. 

“Oh, Jungwon there’s this claw machine that I need help with!” Sungho exclaims, turning to Jungwon and pointing in a random direction.

“Oh, of course I’ll help you, hyung!” Jungwon exclaims back. 

“You guys have fun!” Jungwon turns to Taesan and Y/n. “Oh look, there’s the basketball games! Go!” 

 Taesan and Y/n just so happen to end up at the basketball game machine after being pushed by Sungho and Jungwon.

The arcade was filled with the sounds of beeping machines and the occasional cheer. Taesan and Y/n stood in front of the basketball game, both awkward and unsure.

“S-so,” Taesan started, trying to break the ice. “I’ve gotten 200 points on this game before. I’m pretty good.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her curiosity and surprise. “Oh really?”

Taesan stepped up to the game, putting in his tokens with a determined look. As the game started, he shot a few hoops with a mix of enthusiasm and nerves. The points quickly climbed, but not as fast as he had hoped.

As the final buzzer sounded, the score appeared on the screen: 39 points.

Taesan stared at the score, his face flushing red with embarrassment. He tried to laugh it off, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, that was… not quite 200 points.”

Y/n couldn’t help but smile, her heart warming at his flustered reaction. “Hey, it’s okay. 39 points isn’t too bad. At least you’re having fun.”

Taesan glanced at her, relieved by her kind words and her genuine smile. “T-thanks. I guess I’m more of a spectator than a player.”

They continued to play, the tension easing as they shared laughs and friendly competition. Y/n found herself increasingly charmed by Taesan’s awkward attempts to show off and his genuine personality.

“Okay, he’s usually not that much of a loser.” Riwoo says. The four hid behind a racing game, observing the two.

“I love this new side of Taesan.” Jaehyun comments, pointing his phone in their direction and smiling at the two in the distance.

“So this was Sungho and Jungwon’s plan?” Sunoo asks, more to himself.

“Y/n looks so cute!” Ningning exclaims, gushing over the younger girl. Across from them, hiding behind a different racing game, Sungho and Jungwon observe the two together. Jungwon had his phone out, snapping a few pictures here and there. Turning, they make eye contact with the other four across.

Taesan and Y/n exchanged shy glances, their earlier awkwardness replaced by a budding connection. It wasn’t quite the grand romantic gesture, but it was a start. After playing for a while, it was time to leave.

As the group left the arcade, Jungwon and Sungho, walking behind from a distance of Y/n and Taesan, high-fived each other. Their plan had worked better than expected, even if it had been a bit of a mess.

“See? I told you it would work out,” Sungho said with a grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jungwon replied, chuckling. “Let’s just hope they don’t notice how bad we were at pretending to run into each other.”

They laughed and walked slower behind, leaving Taesan and Y/n to enjoy their new, slightly awkward but endearing friendship and maybe romance.

“By the way, your acting was horrible.” Ningning says, walking ahead of them.

“Yeah, it was really bad.” Sunoo says, passing them and joining Ningning.

“I’ve seen better.” Riwoo adds.

“Good job!” Jaehyun exclaims, throwing a thumbs up at them. Sungho and Jungwon drop their heads in defeat. They didn’t know acting would be so hard.

“Wait, did we forget something?” Sungho asks, looking at the group. Stopping, they turn around to face him.

“Where’s Niki?”

“Oh my god, we forgot Woonhak!”

“WHERE’S LEEHAN?!”

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PART 14 | PART 16

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[rocketqueen1989x]

JUST COME AND FUCK ME ALREADY 🙄🙄🙄 PLEASE JUST ONE OF YOU OR EVEN BOTH IDC

[loversys-x3]

This one is going out to all my shippers still on the grind for their college degree. Your f/o will always be there to support you through your journey. They know you're tired, confused, and stressed. They'll be there to reassure you, help you study, give you little reminders, make sure you're still taking care of yourself, and especially assure you that you're loved.

[cervinae-canine]

you know, i really dislike how people have little or no empathy over minor pr0shippers and/or harass them because it's obvious they didn't exactly choose to be that. unrestricted internet access at a young age can lead to some really disturbing rabbit holes that the child or the parent - are none the wiser to.

i first got exposed to gore and h3ntai when i was 12 and 11 respectively, and during the time, this was celebrated and encouraged because that was the culture of the spaces i was in (mostly anime and true crime). It takes a village to raise a child, and the parents should not exclusively be to blame; especially when they are illiterate to the online world.

i don't know, i just think people should actually care about minors being in inappropriate circles and put more responsibility on the adults in those circles. saying minor pr0shippers should've been "normal" and treating them terribly instead of giving them guidance doesn't benefit anyone and all it does is make the minor feel more emboldened to stay. it's just victim-blaming at that point and does more harm than good.

[fiest4plum]

New(Ish) series intro ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

Hey pookies <3

Thought I'd introduce my new series.

Pairing - Mafiaboss!Bangchan x Daughterofhisbusinesspartner!OC

More Info below the cut ˋ°•*⁀➷

Your My Poison ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾

~ When Lenore Avvel arrives back in Seoul after seven years at private school Italy she receives everything but a warm welcome from her father

(For the purpose of visual representation I'm using Nina Dobrev as Lenore)

The trope will be arranged marriage strangers to friends (ish) to lovers.

I’m not sure how many chapters there will be but currently I have three written.

I'll post the prequel/first chapter soon, if anyone has any questions lmk <3

0.5

1.0 WIP

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