#ooh boy can i really finish this challenge?

[bokettochild]

Hello Apple! I’m working on a puzzle, how would the LU boys do w a puzzle? Would they actually do it or would they set it on fire (I’m looking at u Wild!😑😂)

Ooh! Puzzles!

I think at the very least, Legend is the sort of person who you hand a puzzle and he will be diligently working on it still six hours later (I'm thinking this is probably a 1,000+ piece one, my fav!). He's very happy, although his spine is decidedly not (lol). Puzzles are the most familiar thing this guy can be working on other than fighting, and are much more relaxing. Happy space for him, bunny enrichment. He starts puzzles by trying to work on the edges, but usually ends up getting sidetracked with recognizable items or pieces that clearly go together. Takes great delight in piecing together small chunks he's already completed into a bigger chunk, but he refuses to look at the box in order to do so (he likes the challenge of figuring it out himself). I think he's very careful when moving portions so they won't break too. Tends to hum or sing as he works, although it's sort of distorted by curling up like he does over the puzzle.

I feel like Warriors enjoys them too. Less so all by himself, but give him a puzzle buddy and he's happy to put together all the little pieces into something bigger. It's mentally stimulating while also not too strenuous. He's either humming or chatting the whole while, and he probably would love a long conversation with his puzzle partner while they're working. He's also the sort to start with the border, but he'd actually finish before going elsewhere. He sorts the pieces by similar color/texture as he goes, which definitely makes things easier for whomever he's working with, which is his intent. there's nothing more satisfying for him than being able to help his partner find the exact piece they need and than watching their face light up.

Four is the sort of person you would expect to enjoy puzzles, but in reality, it's a nightmare trying to work with four different voices wanting to do different things. Vio gets irritated sometimes with how long it takes and how many times he has to look for certain pieces. He'd rather be doing other stuff. Red doesn't particularly enjoy big puzzles, but he's also the sort to sort pieces for his brothers. He likes making piles of the pieces for Green and Blue and then just going off elsewhere. Blue actually really enjoys puzzles, because they small details and the satisfaction of seeing them come together make his perfectionist brain happy (he will lose his mind if there is a single piece missing at the end though). Green just likes them, more casually than anything. He'll do them with Blue, but not on his own.

Hyrule finds them sort of boring. He, like Green, will help for a short while, but he doesn't get the appeal of putting together small pieces of cardboard into a big picture. He's not even likely to do it as a bonding thing, and gets bored sort of quickly.

Wind enjoys puzzles in the short term. He'll work on smaller ones (500-) in spurts or pop in and out to help, but the bigger ones just make him want to give up after a while. it's not because he doesn't want to help, it's just he has too much energy and not enough of an attention span to sit still putting a puzzle together. He's happy to help on and off though if anyone else doing the puzzle will let him. Puts together the recognizable or large portions first, but spends a lot of time looking at the box to see where everything goes.

For Time, count him out. His patience cannot with these things. There's too many fiddly pieces and he's only got one eye to look at them all with. Like heck he's going to stare at them for hours on end just to make a picture!

Sky will help if he likes what the puzzle depicts, but he's more there for the company, and gets easily distracted. He's the one who ends up holding a puzzle piece for forever, just chatting with someone else until Legend realizes that he's got the very piece the vet has been searching for, and thus gets smacked for it. He does best with borders, since it's easier (sort of) to find the pieces and there's only so many ways that they can fit together. If he starts the puzzle with you though, he'll try and stick with you till the end, just because he hates leaving things unfinished, even if he really didn't help a lot.

Twilight has to be in the mood. He's not keen on them most of the time, but animal puzzles are a good distraction sometimes, and if he's doing it with kids then he is all over it. He likes helping others do it more than actually doing it himself, and he's definitely one of the ones who prefers smaller puzzles with only a few hundred pieces.

I think Wild is the sort that says he likes puzzles, but most of his puzzle doing time is spent staring at the pieces and trying not to pull his hair out while trying to find the right ones. He tries so hard to get the pieces to fit together, but his brain isn't wired for this sort of puzzle-solving. He likes the time spent with others, or says he does, but he really just drives the people around him crazy when he tries to help. Flora and Legend both have banned him from helping them with puzzles (Flora also greatly enjoys puzzles, her feet dance under the table when she works on them and she smiles a lot more while working on them).

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 6/18/2024

might flood today! might not! who knows! i live in the paved over swamp! mackintosh’s main concern is this bowl of grapes

listening

sligo river blues performed by john fahey. part of the point of doing this weekly is when i sit down to draft these, i am occasionally forced to go "ooh. i forgot to listen to music while pacing around last week. maybe that's why i was a tremendous cunt and wanted to claw out of my own skin."

anyway i care about two people on tiktok and one of them is a couple renovating a stunning house in the pacific northwest from a level 5 hoard (DK Dreamhouse), and one is this guy dylanwesch who is i guess music nerd tok? a lot of ambient stuf which i love to click around on the computer to. listened to part of this album while debugging a GIS problem this week

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reading

i read six books this week, which is really the clearest possible sign i need to up my antidepressants. read the shepherd king duology by rachel gillig (Fine but i had some issues with the authorial style, felt very YA as opposed to NA, did have a very cool magic system, unfortunately i liked the second couple’s banter and relationship Way More than the main couple’s). finished the last three books in the temeraire series, i have not much to say about them except i adored them wholeheartedly. also before i read those i wrote all the below in a fit of pique

the great state of west florida by kent wascom. instagram kept serving me ads for this book and i am once again a little unnerved by meta's advertising.

publishers' weekly synopis

In Wascom’s wacky and wild fourth adventure for the Woolsack clan (after The New Inheritors), lawless gunslingers and reactionary Christian nationalists face off in a divided Florida. The year is 2026 and 13-year-old orphan Rally Woolsack is rescued from the abusive foster family who brought him to Louisiana by his long-lost uncle Rodney, who regularly responds to challenges of mortal combat on the app DU3L. Rally is thrilled to get away from his tormentors and return to Florida, although it turns out Rodney has pulled him from the frying pan into the fire. Troy Yarbrough, a state legislator whose family runs a creepy evangelical Christian college in its mansion on Florida’s panhandle, has introduced a bill calling for the region to secede from the state. Rally, reckoning with the long-running bad blood between his family and the Yarbroughs, derides Troy’s vision as a “Jesus-riddled white ethnostate with a beachside pastel tinge.” With the bill on the floor of the state legislature, and with everyone packing firearms, the Florida Wars begin. Fans of pulpy dark humor will relish the climactic showdown between Yarbrough’s henchmen and those loyal to an elusive figure called the Governor, as right-wing nutjob Troy is saddled by mad cow disease and Rally is rescued by his crush. This high-octane satire feels all too plausible. Agent: Gail Hochman, Brandt & Hochman Literary. (May)

i had some trouble with this one! on its face it seems like the kind of thing i would eat with a spoon. in practice it's more of a coming-of-age than a just-before-the-apocalypse story and i have a lot of trouble relating to a thirteen-year-old boy. even if he is bisexual. in this interview wascom says he's "re-mythologizing the Western" which i can kind of see? it's very pulp and ultra-violent in a spaghetti western kind of way, and seems written in a way easily adaptable to the screen. not quite vaporwave but a lot of anime influence: the author thanks twelve Japanese directors and manga artists at the end of the book.

there's an odd authorial quirk where the thirteen-year-old boy often points out (internally and externally) that the adults in his life are just talking at him about politics. which is a pretty accurate portrayal of childhood, but lampshading it in this way doesn't really make me excited about wascom's authorial chops? this is your fourth book. this book revolved around a couple brutal fight scenes (and one giant setpiece crowd scene, which has vibes and atmosphere in spades), and that's a perfectly fine reason to write a book, but if that's your strength i would be very happy to have you focus on that instead of sections where both the kid and i the reader are bored.

there's a scene with babysitter/babysittee sexual abuse that unlocks how the abused character makes decisions for the rest of his life, but it was extremely graphic and i wasn't really prepared for that. i don't know that i would have read this book if i had that knowledge aforethought.

overall not quite what i wanted it to be: the author in this interview said he's been working on it for over a decade and had to keep throwing out parts coming true during trump's presidency. i picked this pulpy novel up as an escape from the terrible politics of today, which is not what this books is. i don't know if i buy that he was simply too good at predicting the future, but i do like the choice stated in his interview "I abandoned the predictive stuff and tried to tell a story like it was written on an obelisk in the future, like what Denis Johnson did with Fiskadoro, or Joanna Russ with The Female Man". it does feel very much like the narrator from Mad Max 2 telling his story of meeting Max as a feral kid. again, some interesting ideas in here, does deliver on the Southern Gothic doomed political family aspect, as well as the same flavor of heat-wave climate tragedy as JG Ballard's The Drowned World, but i would have liked to focus more on his cool furiosa-like aunt in a white mustang with an anime mech arm. criminally underused character

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watching

watched The Hunter (2011, dir. Nettheim) because of the Temeraire books! they used an archaic name for Tasmania that made me go “where the Fuck is that” and then i looked at the media mentions section of the wikipedia page. beautiful film in a very spare way. lots of long loving shots of willem defoe in the wilderness enduring various weather conditions.

i don’t know if it stuck the landing quite as well as i would like, but like defoe you fall in love with the land and the family so slowly it’s very startling when you finally do fully realize it. i think i was supposed to cry at the end but didn’t quite manage it. one of my favorite springsteen songs is part of the diagetic score in a way that made me cry, which i also did not expect.

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playing

shoutout to the Thing Matching genre of phone game. this one is very much watch-ads-to-win but the levels are pretty long and i like shuffling objects around while listening to podcasts and trying to fall asleep

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making

fallow week

[tdinyomomma]

TDI X Reader- Paintball Deer Hunter (Chapter Nine)

If you haven't read: Eight

We wake up to the noise of a helicopter flying over us, I watch Leshawna hit her head on the top bunk just like before. 

"Ooh! Okay. That dude is really starting to get on my last nerve." She complains, rubbing her head. 

"Oh, whatever. He just loves ruining our mornings. Beth, Lindsay, go warm up the shower for me." Heather orders and I raise a brow. She seems to catch it so she stammers for a second. 

"Now!... Please." She rolls her eyes and I smile. "And remember-" 

"Not too hot this time, I know." Beth yawns, still wearing her headgear. 

 I sigh, shaking my head.

Now we're all in front of the bathroom, waiting for the door to open so we can all use it. "What's the hold-up?" Bridgette asks. 

"Heather needs her private time." Lindsay answers in a simple tone. 

"How long is Quennie gonna take in there? I got urgent business." Leshawna impatiently speaks up, holding herself. "She could still be a while." Beth sighs. 

"Ugh, that's it I'm going lumberjack style." Gwen groans, walking away and then the loud speaker squeaks before Chris starts talking. 

"I hope you're ready for the most challenging challenge yet. Breakfast is in three minutes at the campfire pit." Chris tells us then Beth knocks. "Um, Heather?"

"Can one of you guys come in here and lotion my back? It's peeling." Heather responds and we all quickly rush away from the communal bathroom, Leshawna and I gripping each other's hands since we have to go to the bathroom so badly.

"Are you ready for today's extreme max impact challenge?" Chris pumps up. "We are ready!" Owen of course hypes it up as usual.

 "Incoming!" The host throws a can of beans that go to hit Gwen but Trent catches it in time. Chris then hands the other ones out normally.

"This is breakfast." He tells us.

"No, breakfast is crepes, croissants, even chef's crappy burnt eggs." Heather interjects angrily and I stare down at my can.

"Beans, beans, they're good for your heart. The more you eat the more you-" Before the big guy can finish his song, Chris knocks him out with one of the cans of beans.

"Today's challenge is about survival. We're going hunting." He lifts a paintball gun and I could feel Duncan's excitement radiating off of him from where I was standing. 

"Now that's more like it." The boy I was just talking about smiles softly. "Isn't that a paintball gun?" Harold points at the green gun. "Why yes Harold, it is." The host points it at the auburn haired boy's stomach with a grin, then shoots it.

"So we won't be killing anything?" Bridgette questions. 

"Negatory."

She smiles at his response. 

"This is the first ever paintball deer hunt. I'll announce the teams once we get into the woods. So finish breaky." As soon as Chris finishes his sentence Owen burps loudly, we look over to see he had finished twenty cans of beans. He sighs contently. "Got anymore?"

A thing of guns now sits in front of us, we stand in the front of the woods. Also accompanied with the guns and a box in front of them is Chris with a shit-eating grin laid upon his face.

"And now for the team breakdowns. The Killer Bass hunters are: Harold, Geoff, and Bridgette, locked and loaded with Bass blue paint." He throws green guns to the three. 

"And using orange paint are the Gopher hunters, Leshawna, Beth, Owen, Lindsay." Throwing them red guns.

"Waa-hoo! This is awesome, man." Owen cheers. "You also get these stylin' glasses and wicked camo caps. The rest of you are now deer." He points at us and we all just stare at him. 

"Here are your antlers, noses, and little white tails." He chuckles, turning around to shake his hips showing off the tail. I go up and grab my stuff even though I know he's going to throw it I would rather just get it on now.

"Yeah, right. I'm not wearing that." Heather folds her arms. "There's no way I'm a deer." Duncan adds on to the complaining but Chris throws the costume on him anyways to his distaste. I snicker, wiggling my own hips as I look back to the tail.

We go into the woods after everyone puts their stuff on. I walk in front of my group happily. "Why are you so giddy?" Heather questions. "I love hide and seek, this is just different." I smile.

"Right, this may be the lamest thing I've ever done in my life." Gwen sighs out. "Oh, come on, it could be fun." Cody tries to be enthusiastic but the others stare him down so I stand up for him. "I mean he's right, there's no point to be such downers." I place my hands on my hips, but they don't move an inch so I sigh. "We'll see you later, Debbie downers." I wave them goodbye taking Cody by the arm with me.

"I was so psyched to be a deer. I'm small but quick. Lot's of practice from dodging spitballs in math class." Cody smiles but now he's in a wheelchair covered in bandages.

"Why'd you come with me?" Cody suddenly speaks up after we've been walking in silence for a few moments. "Don't think too much into it, love." I nudge him, starting to mess with the trees around me, jumping up to grab onto the leaves up high. 

"That's kinda hard to do." He mumbles, I then halt my movements, standing in front of him. "Here, Cody." I start with a sigh. 

"You obviously still like me right?" I ask in a hypothetical way, of course he nods vigorously. "If you don't flirt with me at all. I'll kiss you after the challenge. Win or lose." I cross my arms. Looking at him dead in the eyes. His eyes go wide as his face turns a bright red. 

"Only. If you don't flirt with me in any kind of way." I repeat myself to make sure I'm clear. He nods, now he's not letting out a peep.

"Start your paintballs! Game on!" Chris yells over the P.A. We make our way through the woods calmly, not seeing anybody so far. 

"I didn't know you were friends with Heather?" Cody finally says something.

 "I guess." I shrug, looking down at my light pink painted nails that Heather did last night.

He went quiet again then spoke up. "I'm gonna go on my own if that's okay?" He turns to me and I nod. "Yeah, I'll catch you later." I smile, both of us go our separate ways.

As I'm going down a path I spot Geoff coming towards my way so I rush behind a bush. I watched him start walking by, he was whistling, not really paying attention to anything around him. But of course I lose my balance as I lean forward and end up tripping from behind the bush falling onto Geoff who balances us out. I chuckle nervously as I look up at him. 

"Awe, you look so cute, dude!" He tells me and I raise a brow, letting go of him. "Um, thanks. But aren't you, y'know... gonna shoot me?" I glance around to see nobody else nearby. "Oh, right." He points the gun at me and I wince, waiting for the pain but it never comes. "I can't do it." He huffs. 

"You're just too adorable, like a real deer!" He exclaims, rubbing his face in a frustrated way. As he deals with that problem I take it as a chance to make a run for it. Running off a path and deeper into the woods. As I keep going I squint my eyes to see Heather sitting on a tree stump.

Carefully I maneuver over to her, then sneak up behind and poke her sides. 

"Boo!" I laugh as she jumps, hitting my arm. 

"Don't do that." She glares at me. "Ah, but it's so much fun." I chuckle, forcing her to scoot over so I can sit next to her. "What are you doing?" She quizzes me.

"Being friends, duh." I smile sweetly, kind of sarcastically too. "Would you want me to be on your lap instead?" I tease her, she scoffs, looking away from me.

We sit practically in silence until we spot Cody and Beth walking this way. She puts her hands on her hips. "What took you so long?" Heather questions in an irritated tone. 

"Here, I hope you know what I had to go through to get those." Beth says, handing a chip bag to Heather who snatches it from her. 

"There's like 11 chips left." She shakes the bag then sniffs it. "And they're barbeque." Heather scrunches her face in disgust, sticking her arm out from her body. "Go exchange them for dill pickle." She drops the bag on the ground, it looks like Beth goes to grab it but instead she stops herself, putting her foot down.

 "No."

"What did you just say?" Heather looks shocked. I watch nervously but also proud of Beth. 

"I'm just gonna... Yeah." Cody reaches down and grabs the bag of chips then scurries off into the woods.

"Take it back." Heather demands. Beth takes a deep breath, 

"No." She repeats the same word as before. 

"Take. It. Back." Heather angrily says. 

"No, I'm tired of being your slave." Beth stands up for herself, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a challenge to complete." Beth storms off then orange splats onto Heather's arm next to me. "Ouch!" She whines.

"Whoever you are, this is so not cool!" I get up immediately as another shot gets her. I notice Bridgette and Harold high five and they might not be as caring as Geoff so I book it.

As I have to go on my own once again, I spot Gwen and Trent talking together. I furrow my eyes, hiding behind a tree to eavesdrop. Of course I shouldn't but I'm nosy and why not?

"So, do you still have that thing for [Name]?" Trent asks, I scrunch my nose, not expecting to hear my name so quickly into listening in. "Mm, I think I'm getting over it, she won't talk to me now after avoiding her. Which I get... I guess. So I don't see anything happening anyways." Gwen sighs. 

"Well you were hurting. Of course you weren't going to talk to her for a little bit." He feeds into her delusions about it being okay to avoid somebody who didn't even do anything wrong.

"Yeah, you're right. Y'know I think you're really helping me get over her." Gwen smiles at him and I gag silently then I just continue on my way to a different area.

"Attention human wildlife and hunters. Please report back to camp. It's time to show your hides and tally up the score." Chris's voice is heard over the woods.

We all slowly find each other, heading out of the forest. I see Leshawna, Beth, and Heather covered in paint as Lindsay walks besides them, seemingly not having a trace of paint on her.

They're covered in orange and blue.

"What happened?" I snort but Heather puts her hand up and then slaps it over my mouth. "Don't ask." She then storms away. I snicker, but follow right behind her.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Stealing from the chef, eating chips in the woods, being mauled by bears. Do you know what I see here?" Chris paces back and forth. I sadly stare at Cody's injuries. "I see a very undisciplined group. I see a disgraceful mess. I see a massive waste of paint products. And I have to say... that was awesome!" Chris goes from looking disappointed and angry to now grinning ear to ear.

"When you guys opened fire on your own team, wicked t.v. guys." He complimented me. 

"Hey where are Duncan and Courtney?" Harold speaks up, then the two come up walking together, their antlers connected to each other. "Oh this is too much." Gwen taunts. Owen laughs as well. "You know you guys can take off the antlers now." I giggle behind my hand. "Duncan you sly dog, you." Owen comments.

"The girl can't keep her antlers off me," Duncan jokes but it backfires on him as Courtney kicks him in the crotch. 

"Can't even bend over." He cries out, one tear sliding down his cheek.

"Easy Courtney, our medical tents are really only equipped for one at a time. And Cody's pretty messed up." Chris tells the girl as his arm rests on Cody's wrapped head.

Then Bridgette and Geoff help the oh-so happy looking couple. Duncan now holding himself on the ground. 

"Well, since three of the Gophers are dripping in paint-" Lindsay turns around to show her blue backside, cutting off the host. "Make that four members and some of them aren't even deer. I think we have our winner." He turns to the killer Bass. "You're off to a hunting-camp shindig." He then looks at us. "Gophers. I'll see you at the campfire ceremony. Again." He says plainly.

I head over to Cody, bending down to his level. 

"Are you okay?" I question him and he laughs in pain. "No, not at all." His voice is muffled but I can make it out, he grunts though cause he moved the wrong way. "We should've stayed together." I told him.

"So we both could get mauled?" He jokes... kind of. I shake my head laughing. "We probably would've never bumped into Beth and got those chips." I say.

I ended up sticking with him until the campfire ceremony and even then I was still with him, his wheelchair in front of my tree stump, I kept him in place.

"I mean seriously, twice in a row? What is wrong with you people?" Heather goes off on us. I roll my eyes. "I can't wait to see Beth get kicked off. I just wish I could vote off two campers at once." Heather says, and Leshawna just gives her an amused look.

"Okay, I know I got mauled by a bear but I'm feeling good about this. I'm a quick healer. And besides Heather's as mean as a snake dude. Her own team shot her 18 times. They'll never kick me off." cody smiles, confident that he's right about what he's saying

"Who do I vote for? Well, Heathers have been a pain in my butt since day one. But I got to say, Cody." Leshawna sadly says.

"Yeah, that Cody. Not so useful in challenges anymore." Owen shrugs.

"I totally admire Belle for standing up to Heather, but she's so dead now." Lindsay holds her face.

"I don't want to do this but Cody... Only because he needs to heal at home. He won't be able to do that here." [Name] frowns.

"There are only eight marshmallows on this plate when I call your name, come up and claim your marshmallow. The camper-" 

"Who doesn't receive the marshmallow must immediately return to the dock of shame, catch the boat of losers and leave. Can't we just get this over with?" Gwen cuts him off, speaking faster than he did. In response Chris looks unhappy. 

"Fine, whatever. Spoil the moment. Trent, Lindsay, Owen, Gwen, Leshawna, [Name], Beth." We all take our squishy fluff. "Campers this is the final marshmallow tonight." It's now between Heather and Cody. 

"Heather."

She gets up and snatches her marshmallow from the host's hands. "You are all lucky. Okay? Very lucky." She glares at us all.

"Cody, the dock of shame awaits, bro." The boy stares at the host, not being able to move. "I guess we can help you get there."

"I got it." I stand up, starting to push the wheelchair just as Beth tried to get up to offer. 

"Bye Cody." Gwen says, everyone sadly joins in and waves him goodbye. 

"See ya, buddy." Leshawna grins. 

"Take care, dude." Owen says.

We get to the dock and going down further. "I'm so sorry Cody about what happened. I'm gonna be honest. I voted for you." We come to a stop and I get in front of him. His eyes widened.

 "Before you get upset, I just want you to know I did it because I want you to heal properly, you're not going to do that here." I tell him, wanting to comfort him but he's covered in injuries, literally head to toe.

"Can I uncover your mouth?" I tilt my head, he hums a muffled "mhm." I gently do so, surprisingly his mouth is not scathed in any way.

"Remember what I said in the woods?" I smiled softly, he looked confused for a second then his eyes brightened. 

"Really? You don't have to do it if you don't want to."

"I keep to my word Cody, just shut up." I laugh, leaning down and placing a soft peck on his lips then standing up straight. The boat shows up and I turn to it then back at him. "Here's your ride." I clasp my hands together. 

"Thank you, [Name]. Even though I know you don't like me back." He weakly smiles.

"It's no problem, I hope you heal perfectly. Now you can say you kissed a rich girl when I win the money." I wink, helping him onto the boat and I hear him chuckle only before he winces in pain.

The boat leaves and I wave him off.

I take a deep breath then walk back to my cabin. 

Okay you've probably seen it is now officially a Heather x Reader story now. But if you wanted it to be Cody tomorrow I will be coming out with a Cody x Reader story! It will be placed in Season three World Tour. I'm super excited to start writing that. I might start a Gwen story but I'm kind thinking how I can work that out or if I want to.

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‘On My Mind’

~ a LITG Max fanfic ~ 

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Chapter Four - Boy Of My Dreams 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 💌:

I’m loving writing this little fanfic so far and I’m hoping that you guys are enjoying it as much as I am making it,

I decided to not write smut at the end as writing it makes me cringe as I’m not very good at it  but it’s implied,

Thank you for reading and for the kudos,

I love you all so much 🫂❤️‍🩹

As always, I’d love to hear your thoughts & feedback in the comments!!!

~Jess

you can read below or on AO3, whatever you like :)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯:

The next morning, just as Max and I are finishing our smoothies that we made together, the text comes in about the Mr & Mrs challenge.

𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸,

‘We know a lot about each other considering that we’ve only known each other 2 days Jazzy’, Max reassures 

‘Yeah I agree, I’m confident that we’ll do well in this’ 

‘I’m glad that you’re confident about us’

‘Of course I am, I’m very confident about us’ 

I lean in just as Max does the same,

I hold his face as I press our lips together,

we smile into the sweet kiss and the two of us pull away after hearing a cough

‘Sorry to interrupt but the challenge is about to start!’

Claudia announces and with that, 

we run off to the challenge

‘Where were you two?’, Bea inquires but before either of us could answer, 

Claudia says

‘They were kissing in the kitchen!’

‘Aww isn’t that sweet’, Bea beams as Liam chimes in 

‘Not as cute as you Bea’

The challenge goes smoothly until Emel wins the challenge, a text pings from her phone 

‘Ooh I can pick anyone here to take on a date’ 

I notice Kyle’s eyes light up but Emel is giving a flirty look towards Max

𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦?

‘Who are you going to pick Emel?’

Bea asks her and Emel glances in my direction 

‘I’m gonna pick Max!’

Kyle frowns and Max shifts uncomfortably 

𝘗𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘌𝘮𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘒𝘺𝘭𝘦

‘Max, I’ll give you a date that you’ll never forget’, Emel winks at him as she leaves to go get ready,

Max wanders over to me 

‘Can I pull you for a quick chat Jazzy?’

‘Yeah sure’

Max leads us over to the swing seat

‘I just want you to know that my head is fully with you Jazzy, Emel can try but she’s not you’

I can’t help but smile at him.

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺

‘I’m so glad ‘cause my head is with you too’

‘You have no idea how happy I am to hear that!’

Max smiles fondly at me but then he sighs

‘I better go get ready, we’ll talk later gorgeous’ 

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴?!,

he truly does know how to make my heart melt 

After getting ready for the evening,

Kyle and I decide to have a chat about the date 

‘So you seemed upset when Emel didn’t pick you for the date’

Kyle nods 

‘Yeah I was gutted, still am to be honest.

How are you feeling?’

‘Max told me that his head is fully with me so I’m trying to not worry too much but I still am a bit worried’

‘Max is a great guy, from what he’s been saying he really likes you Jazzy so I wouldn’t be worried if I was you’ 

I feel relief after hearing that

𝘚𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘺, 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸!

After Emel and Max’s date, 

he asks to talk to me at the terrace

‘To be completely honest, I didn’t enjoy the date, it was very awkward’

‘I could sense the awkwardness between you two when you came back’ 

‘I honestly just wanna forget about that date and focus on us’, Max glances at me

‘Yeah let’s do that!’

You were the only person who was on my mind during that date, also can I just say that you’re looking absolutely breathtaking this evening Jazzy’

‘Aww thanks! You’re the sweetest and honestly you’re looking so fine right now’

‘Really?’

‘You definitely do! I can’t resist you’

I blurt out and Max smirks,

the two of us share a few passionate kisses

‘To be honest I can’t resist you either’

Max winks at me 

‘Ooh is that right?’ I tease 

‘Yeah that’s right’

I begin to play with the waistband of his jeans, I stare at Max who has a massive grin on his face 

‘You’re a total worldie! You know that?’

‘I suppose I must be, now can I have you Max?’ I ask once again staring at him 

‘You better believe it baby and you can definitely have me’

And with that, clothes are flung around the terrance immediately,

𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴.

[i-know-how-my-story-ends]

Thank you so much for the tag, @there-must-be-a-lock <3 I love your fics!

1.) How many works do you have on AO3? 170! And I've orphaned a few.

2.) What is your AO3 wordcount? 419,917.

3.) What fandoms do you write for? Mostly DC and associated fandoms these days! I've had Supernatural, MCU, TMA, and Daredevil phases, too.

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Five fics in the Emergency Line series.

5.) Do you respond to comments? I try to!

6.) What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I'm sure there's some with more acutely angsty endings (like Nerves) but for me, it's the ending of flatline. Most of that series is angst, to be fair.

7.) What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This one is from awhile ago, but it's sort of a fix-it: North Star. Or possibly One Thing Right.

8.) Do you get hate on fics? Not really. Comment moderation is great.

9.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Occasionally-- it's not really my thing, but it can be a fun challenge. I usually write dom/sub dynamics when I do write it. I'm too asexual to see the appeal, otherwise.

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

Not many. The oddest one I've written is probably the X-men/Sandman Slim crossover that I wrote in high school. It will never see the light of day.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of. I have had a case of not being listed as the inspiration for a work, but it wasn't malicious.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated? Once! A lovely human translated Hardwired into Russian.

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before? I've worked with people on fics before, but never properly cowritten, I don't think.

14.) What's your all-time favorite ship? Ooh, tough question. Superbat is always a favorite. We'll go with that.

15.) What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a WIP somewhere where Jon Sims and Agnes Montague run away from Hilltop Road together, but it's more vibes than actual content.

16.) What are your writing strengths? Layered characterization and complicated relationships. Conveying things between the lines.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses? I tend to get into purple prose territory.

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics? To me, it really depends on if you're fluent in another language/have someone who's willing to help you translate. Otherwise it can be a bit clunky.

19.) First fandom you wrote for? Oh boy. Star Trek, I think? Or possibly Lord of the Rings.

20.) Favorite fic you've written? Tie between Cracked Headstones, because Slade's POV is endlessly fun to write, and flatline, because I pulled it off the way I wanted it to.

No pressure tags (if y'all haven't already done this one): @stoplookingupforheaven, @skydaemon, @skalidra, @fantastic-mr-corvid

[stevethehairington]

20 Questions For Fic Writers

i was tagged by @scimitar-and-longsword, ty Lolo for the tag!! 💕

How many works do you have on ao3? 118

What's your total ao3 word count? 667,938

What fandoms do you write for? the most recent fandom i've written for and posted for is stranger things, and i am still writing for it! i have also recently been dipping my toes into writing for both the terror and challengers (though i have not posted anything ~officially~ for either yet)

Top five fics by kudos:

good for my boy - steddie; wayne pov, the first time wayne meets steve! | 4,4,564 kudos

can't hide the way you make us glow - steddie; sequel to good for my boy, also wayne pov, this time how wayne finds out steve and eddie are together | 3,154 kudos

i want to hold your hand - steddie; steve has a crush on eddie and really reaaallly wants to hold his hand | 2,361 kudos

sloe gin fizzy, do it till you're dizzy - steddie; steve and eddie make a habit of getting high together... and also making out | 2,204 kudos

the world will follow after - steddie; steve accidentally kisses eddie on his way out the door | 2,000 kudos

Do you respond to comments? yes!!! i'll admit, i'm suuuper behind on this (a combination of being ridiculously busy and not having my laptop for a hot minute) but i absolutely do respond to every comment at some point! the way i see it is if you're kind enough to take the time to say something nice i'm gonna take the time to say thanks!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ooh angstiest ending? i fear i end all of my fics happy haha, but i suppose... well, i suppose keep you on a rope would fit the bill. this one is my tommy pov hs reunion fic, and tommy sees steve happy with eddie and then goes home drunk and upset soooo yeah that's a pretty unhappy ending for him lol.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? god, like everything else i've ever written?? lmfaoooo. i truly don't have one specific answer here because ALL my fics are happy endings if i can help it.

Do you get hate on fics? nah. i've gotten like a couple dumb comments before but they haven't been like mean outright hate or anything. i hope to keep it that way!

Do you write smut? hah, so, technically yes. but it's been a REAL hot minute, and every time i've tried to write smut recently i feel like i just get so stuck with it and then give up. soooooo.

Craziest crossover: i Do Not Like crossover fics so none! lol

Have you ever had a fic stolen? ummmm, i don't think so?

Have you ever had a fic translated? i've had a couple people ask before, but honestly idk if they ever actually did? so maybe lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? i've tried! several times! but the, like, motivation/inspiration for those fics sort of fizzled out before they could be finished, so nothing has ever been posted.

All time favorite ship? oh man!!! this is a hard question!!!! because like, my favorite ship is obviously going to be the one i'm most invested in at the moment, but like i do still hold a very special place in my heart for the ships of the past i've fallen out of the fandoms for.

the current ships i'm coo coo for cocoa puffs over at the moment are steddie, fitzier, and tashi/art/patrick (honestly do not know what the "official" ship name for them is lol)

but if i had to pick my favorite out of all the ships ive ever written for... man i think i have to go with stucky!! there's just something about that ship that reaaaaally hits, and even though i don't really write for it anymore, just thinking about it makes me go bananas and feel so much, so yeah, stucky my beloveds.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? HAH okay i have an answer for this one: my steddie two night stand au!!!!! it was going to be my fic for the steddie big bang but i had to drop out of that bc irl got in the way, but i have like. at least half of the fic written already and a solid plan for the rest and i was totally loving what i had for it, and ive been DYING to write a two night stand for literally any fandom i've ever been in so i REALLY want to finish this one at some point... i hope i will!!!

What are your writing strengths? i would probably say my characterization!!! i try really really hard with that and i've gotten lots of comments that have pointed this out specifically, which makes me extra proud!

What are your writing weaknesses? i feel like sometimes when i get too in my head about things i end up, like, getting kind of repetitive, like i'll start using "smile" or describing eyes too much lol. i always try to like fix this when i edit before posting, but it's definitely something i notice myself doing.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? i don't really have an opinion on this, like, whatever fits your fic best, so long as there's a translation somewhere that is easily accessible to the reader!

First fandom you wrote in? skam!!

Favorite fic you've written? oooh okay. i think i'm either going to go with keep me on a rope or under my umbrella!!

i'm going to tag: @withacapitalp @steddielations @henderdads @stevesbipanic @greenlikethesea @toburnup @thefreakandthehair @heybluechild @steddieasitgoes and anyone else that wants to do this!!

[finalfrontierpublishing]

Process - or really Nic doing random shit and hoping it works

Recently, a few bookbinders have been describing their creative process and i love how aspirational and amazing they are. these people are amazing, my friends- they come up with so much cool shit in the setting of their home, with things they have on hand, and it shocks me at how great these bookbinders are. 

i think comparatively, my process is fairly simple (i.e. chaos gremlin), and I've decided I'd like to use a previous book i took process pics of as a general outline as to how i come up with what i want to do. 

My first step is usually to fixate on a particular design element and move on from there - this is usually a chapter font or an image header or a cover image i’m interested in using, and then moving on to putting things together to form something cohesive. most of the time i have to see how it’ll look visually before i can decide, which does make choosing design elements challenging and hence made me a little into a pantser (despite being an asshole who likes to measure things). half the time, i change things like endpapers or endbands or colour of bookcloth or even the whole freaking design right down to the wire because i just won’t know what will work until i can see it.

To make this a little fun for me, I'll outline the general stream of consciousness (let's face it, it’s not that much of a process, I just think things and sometimes a book happens) along with 45% of the foul language that accompanies it when I try new things with books.

(Please be aware that I am 90% made of foul language and i sometimes frequently blaspheme like a sailor)

See below for thought process, process pics and much swearing. 

Day 0 minus 14 - Ok, let's be smart about binderary, shall we? I have a week of leave in February, let's make it count... Proceeds to prepare 10 typesets with 2 ready-made ones and then an additional notebook for a total of 13 books for Binderary. Ooh boy. Yeah, that’s achievable. 

Day 1:

Attends queercore workshop at 0630am in the morning. Fuck, am I sleepy. Did I succeed in making a book? Not really. Okay, let’s fudge it. Converts glueless notebook with nice stitching into case bind. Convenient gift for mothers day - booyah, 1 gift done. 

Oh hey. I have a thing. What about the Oh Mercy // Oh Love book. Hmmm, I have a nice image for this that I didn't use for the typesetting. Wonder if I can stitch it.

20:00 hours: Oooh, Neenah Illusio Laser paper - it looks so shiny. And Metallic. Very circuit board-y. Just what i was going for. Is it a paper? Is it cloth? I have no fucking idea. Hope it takes foil alright.

20:30 hours: Ooh ok, success - Jesus that's a lot of holes to poke.

Day 2: 

Okay, procrastination. Gotta make a case. 

JEsus i hate the turn ins and THE SPINE DFJKLSDFKLJ;SDF;LKSDF paper why you gotta do me a dirty?! Stiff and crinkly!!!!

17:00 hours: okay, case is nearly doneish.

Time to use foil quill to outline the holes to give it that soldered look and then do all the hole pokery. Dinner first.

19:00 hours: Dinner sorted. But like you know, let’s do some hammering with an awl in an apartment complex and pray none of the neighbours complain.

Shit these holes are small.

22:30 hours: I might finish this by Christmas, maybe. 

JFC i am collapsing under my hubris. THE FACT I THOUGHT I COULD DO THIS. Oh god @&£#'€¥ what possessed me to try this - oh I know, I thought it would look cool (90% of why I do things when I make books).

Go easy on the thread - do not rip it through the space between two holes. JESUS FFFJB;N;KLGH CHRIST WHY.

Okay I can do this. I can do this. Stitches for 4 hours and nearly collapses.

Stitching is done!!!! Hmmm design looks a little plain. And awww shit you can't see any of the gold around the holes anymore. Okay let's try going over it in foil quill again.

00:30 hours: OH FUCK OH FUCK WHAT A FUCKING BAD IDEA.

Jesus djdjsbsbdjdsbdbddnc * MAKES MISTAKE and adds dot of gold on the side of a hole, plainly not in the hole*

Frantically googles ‘how to remove we r memory keepers heat reactive foil from paper’

Tries to remove it with an eraser and tape as per google recommendations- but removes a fuck ton of the green colouring on the bookcloth as well. JESUS.

I am ready for death.

Day 3:

10:30 hours: Okay I am ready for a new day. Am I really ready? Unclear. Time to weed the shit out a fucking complex design and go blind in the process.

12:30 hours: Ok fuck, that only took 2 hours.

But oh shit endbands and glueing of the spine. Time to do some glueing. At least it’s somewhat therapeutic. Jesus my endpapers and mull are still not on.

14:00 hours: On to the case it goes

14:30 hours: Time to do some HTV application

Fuck why isn't the HTV sticking JESUS cricut is an evil corporation out to take my money and yet I did not want to use Siser HTV today because I Was Not Ready for Death and Ruination. 

Proceeds to iron for the next 1 hour. 

16:00 hours: Fine it's finally fucking on?

Is the spine done? Hmmm. that little blemish isn’t covered. Should I cover it? Ugh. 

Cuts out little squares of gold foil - but it looks foul. Okay, nope, not good. 

Fuck I need a nap. Somewhere along the way, spouse comes home. Dog has been fed. My job is done. 

Naps for 3 hours just because.

20:00 hours: Okay moment of truth. Time to case in. Book is gonna be held together with glue and prayer. Shit why do the squares look so small- fuck it's because there's some stitching on the spine so I can't push the textblock all the way in. I DID NOT PLAN FOR THIS EVIDENTLY. please do not stick out please do not stick out please do not stick out

20:30 hours: hallelujah it is FINE - into the press of a million books it goes

So that was a wild ride-- i wish i could say i exaggerate, but this is how it is with me tryin’ to do a book especially when trying new things i haven’t previously done before. Will a book happen? Sometimes I don’t really know. 

[asknarashikari]

Buffabuttface Fell in a Ditch Preview: Part 3: (I'm still thinking of the appropriate name for the title)

i(These new DGP staff members introduced in the previous chapter finally meet Keiwa and Neon, as well as some insight on they were recruited.)

DGP Staff Recruits #1, 2, 3, and 4: *are all stacking up cards in the DGP saloon and no. 1, 3, and 4 are all bantering about stupid nonsense while #2 is just chuckling in amusement*

Keiwa: I checked the cells…so you really did lock him up behind bars in a ditch. -_- *enters the DGP saloon along with Neon and walks up to Ace*

Ace: Indeed I did, he’s been stuck in that ditch in his own cell for at least a week now and there’s no escaping for him either. ;)

Neon: Wow, that long…no wonder he smells like shit. Good riddance to him… -_-’

Keiwa: So you were actually serious about punishing Buffabutt…you’re actually taking responsibility for it…

Ace: I’ve still got a long way to go to make it up to you, we still need to figure out how to revert those Stage 2 Jyamatos back into humans again…not to mention how to fix the mess that Buffa had left us…we need to bring back the victims he killed too, on top of the victims that lost their lives in the previous games… -_- *shakes his head in disappointment and exasperation*

Ace: I wanted to be fair and thought I could keep Buffa in line but…it’s clear that allowing that loose cannon to become a rider again was a major blunder on my part. But you have my word, Tycoon…he’s going to spend his life in that solitary confinement cell for both his past crimes and his failures to cooperate with us. He’ll never be let out and become a Rider again, not without my approval that is and only when it’s really necessary. But I do hope to keep him in that cell as much as possible to reflect on his actions…for always and always and always.

Keiwa: … *slowly nods in understanding*

Keiwa: It’s going to take some time to forgive you for allowing Buffa to become a Rider again in the first place, but I’ll trust you on that…and you better prove yourself, Ace.

Ace: … *nods back*

Neon: … ^_^

(Of course…this is just the preview. There’s already more currently being typed in the actual chapter, which isn’t even incomplete yet.

Speaking of which… oh boy, I think I’m struggling. It’s going to take a god damn while to finally finish making Part 3, trying to come up with ideas for the dialogue and exposition, as well as making it sound interesting and not feel rushed. That and having motivation is another important factor too, is this writer’s block? I want to be ambitious and I confident I know what I’m thinking but I also can’t help but be self-conscious about being misunderstood even though I really shouldn’t give a damn what other people might think.

Also, the fact that drafts in AO3 automatically get deleted within a month if you don’t post it…it puts me under a time limit and it’s makes it a little stressful, hampering my motivation even more. It’s been a while since I’ve even typed up a story ever since…freaking Wattpad which I kinda stopped using and now I remembered the hard way how difficult creating a story can actually be. I might’ve been a bit overconfident, I knew what I was getting myself into when making a draft but then the moment I become stuck… crap. I seriously wonder if you or Franzfan23 sometimes feel this way whenever having an idea for a story or chapter that you just couldn’t finish.

So…sorry. Hopefully I’ll manage to finish Part 3 of Buffabuttface Fell in a Ditch within a month or so… ^_^’)

Ooh it looks good so far! I look forward to reading it!

As for the other thing… yeah, I know that feeling. Writing longer format fics can be daunting when you’re not used to it. I’d only written a few fics when I got the idea for Hidari Shoutaro’s Home for Technically Non-Existent People so it was quite a challenge working on it.

If I can offer you some advice, the two things I found most useful when writing the aforementioned fic was 1) outlining everything first and 2) working offline. 

Outlining just worked for me, it helped organize my thoughts in a way that made sense to me, and I could see how the general plot was going to go without getting bogged down with details. I could rearrange things as I worked on it and change things up as I worked on it or the actual story. I actually had the outline for the fic done before I started working on it, lol. 

And working offline meant I didn’t have a time crunch as opposed to just posting straight on AO3 would. Of course, that also meant I had a backup of my work offsite (and offline, since I actually worked on it using good ol’ Microsoft Word), so if I had been working on it during say the time AO3 went down during the DDOS attack, I wouldn’t have lost anything. 

(It probably also helped that I had a large portion written before I started posting at all XD)

But yeah, just keep working on it! You can do it~ 

[aworldforastage]

my first danmei playlist -- part 2: the classics, historical style

[see more in this series are under the tag #my first danmei playlist]

Since modern "historical Chinese style" songs are infamous for containing incorrect traditional-style grammar, so the lyric translations are very rough ...

(links are to Mao'er/Missevan unless otherwise stated)

忘羡/"Wang Xian" by 吾恩，余夏 from 魔道祖师/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation (MDZS), Season 2

原来 陈情俱是旧人 / 撩动 心事如何能避尘 And so it turns out, old feelings are all stirred up by old acquaintances; how can one remain unattached to mortal affairs

I started reading danmei novels in 2022, but I read the MDZS novel and listened to the audio drama back in 2019 after the live action came out. This is like my gateway to the danmei fandom before I fully committed to coming here.

P.S. This is also my favorite version of WangXian. I still remember looping this song in my hotel room during several work trips that fall while I was frantically editing my slide decks.

晚夜微雨问海棠/"A Nighttime drizzle over haitang flowers" by 陈亦洺 · 喧笑lirz · 镜予歌 [youtube], fan-made music for 二哈和他的白猫师尊/Husky and his White Cat Shizhun (2Ha)

念想从未消亡 / 踏断红尘不肯相忘 The desire has never faded / and cannot be forgotten even with desperate efforts

Between it's length and content warnings, I never wanted to read 2Ha, but every time I slow down to listen to this song I get so tempted. Not because it gives a better idea of what happens in 2Ha, but I just feel like it has to be really good to inspire this much creativity from its fans.

悦神/"Pleasing the Gods" by KBShinya [youtube], fan-made music for 天官赐福/Heaven Official's Blessings aka TGCF

雨中红伞探白花 华服金面高楼下 一念间 桃源已成飞沙 Red umbrella seeks white flowers in the rain, fine robes with the gold mask descend from the high towers In a single moment, paradise has become dust

I started and stopped the TGCF novel several times and didn't finish it until earlier this year, but I have been obsessed with that little melody at the beginning of this song ever since I heard it in the donghua trailer but in 2020.

天涯寻春/"Seeking far and wide for spring" by 柯暮卿, from 天涯客/Faraway Wanderers, Season 2

不过蓬蒿旧梦自在余生/懒知欢与恨 Only a humble old dream to live freely for the rest of my years / and be unaffected by joy or hatred

Faraway Wanderers is my first audiodrama (excluding MDZS in 2019). The entire "danmei ecosystem" -- authors, novels, voice actors, and musical artists -- was all so new to me back then. I remember really liking this song and looking up the artist, learning he is also the director for the drama, and a famous voice actor, and ... ooh boy I'm still in that rabbit hole today ...

把盏/"Raise a glass" by 落樱风, from 将进酒/Qiang Jin Jiu, Season 1

亦同他与天道比高 / 不负这年少 To challenge the way of the world alongside him / is not a waste of these youth years

Unlike most other titles on this list, this one didn't hook me right off the bat. I didn't truly appreciate it until after I really got into the story and understood all the references in the lyrics. After I fell in love with QJJ, I really like the feeling of this song, like it's a story slowly being retold by Xiao Chiye.

吹雪/"Flying Snow" cover by 贾诩, 梁毅, from 黄金台/The Golden Terrance, Episode 3 ending theme

风华流年/只怕今生缘浅 The best years are slipping by / I only fear we are not destined to have this lifetime together

The Golden Terrance is the first free (网配) audiodrama I listened to, and the amount of work people have put into their labour of love truly amazed me. I love this song so much I made a shortcut to it on my phone's home screen, just so I can pull it up with a single click.

[neonpaperlanterns]

Addicted to this

Chapter One: Maybe it was this

[Part Two] [Part Three]

(A/N: I can not help myself but write stories for horrible men.)

Felix didn’t know exactly when it happened. Didn’t really know how it happened either but it was easier to speculate on the when instead of the how.

Maybe it happened when some faceless Federal nobody got lucky. When this unimportant expendable jackass was able to graze his side with a bullet before he put one between his eyes. Watching that carbon copy drop dead was satisfying but ooh did that sting. He didn’t know what hurt more his side or his pride.

But it did get him a one way ticket to the infirmary where the tired eyes of one of the remaining doctors looked at him like he was the only thing that mattered. He was the center of her universe. He was everything to her in that moment. She spoke to him so softly and handled him like he was made of glass.

It was laughable and he would have laughed if she hadn’t finished her work and ushered him out just as quickly as he got there. He was given strict instructions to come back tomorrow so she could check for infection.

Maybe he went back to the infirmary like a good boy. Maybe he tried to be friendly and lay on the charm.

And maybe this all happened because even when the sweetest words dripped from his mouth like honey she didn’t look at him like before. She smiled and hummed but she wasn’t really listening to him. She wasn’t seeing him. This second time around he was just another face. Just a routine. 

Felix wasn’t her world, he was her norm.

He wasn’t deterred of course. Annoyed though, so very very annoyed but not deterred. Really he liked a challenge. Everyone else in the New Republic was so easy so truly this was a breath of fresh air. She wanted to make him work for it? She wanted to play a cute little game of cat and mouse? Oh he would happily oblige. 

He would have her wrapped around his finger by the end of the day. He was sure of it.

So when he went strutting into her office, helmet off and sporting a mostly fake pained smile he was confident he would have her eating out of the palm of his hand. She wouldn't be ushering him out at the end of this. She would beg him to stay.

“Hey Doc.” leaning against the counter with his hip cocked he watched as she stiffened. She hadn’t been expecting anyone that much was obvious.

“Oh hello. Is something the matter?” Straight to business, he had expected that. He had planned for that. Gently resting his hand on his side he let a grimace play across his face. 

“My side hurts. I think something went wrong.” It wasn’t an entire lie. He may have messed around with his injury just a little bit. Not enough to reopen it but enough to warrant a look from a particular doctor. He watched how her eyes narrowed as she gestured to the cot closest to her desk.

“Alright remove your chest armor and I will have a look.” She sounded so professional as she turned from him to wash her hands. Almost giddy he stripped himself of his armor but stopped at his undersuit. Pausing he had to stop a smirk from stretching across his face.

“Oh ow. Uh can you help with this? It hurts.” He jutted out his lower lip for good measure. It didn’t get the reaction he had wanted but the good doctor helped him unzip his suit anyways.

“Okay please lay down and rest your left arm by your head.” Felix diligently followed directions stretching maybe just a bit too far to show off. The cool feel of latex made goosebumps prickle along his skin. He could feel how delicate she was treating him. 

It was amusing.

He has done awful horrible things and he would and will do more awful horrible things but here was someone who was treating him as if he could break.

It was cute.

Flinching a bit at the gentle prodding he let out a small hiss. It did sting even if just a little. Passively he felt her give a curt but careful pat against his waist. A mumbled apology made its way past her lips but she didn’t look up from what she was doing.

“Eh it’s alright. Though if you want to make it up to me, I didn’t get your name last time I was in.” This seemed to catch the doctor's attention. The faintest hint of a blush dusted along high cheekbones.

“Oh I’m sorry it must have slipped my mind.” She glanced up at him and for a fraction of a moment he was her world again. For just a second he was her blazing sun. But it was a fleeting glance and he was back to being just another face.

“Pardon me for being rude. I’m Doctor Charlotte Rose.”

Charlotte Rose.

Felix rolled her name around in his mind. It settled comfortably alongside her face in his thoughts.

“It’s nice to properly meet you Charlie.” He let his voice take on a teasing lit. He expected to see the blush on her cheeks darken. He thought she would laugh and relax. Shoulders untensing and all her attention solely focused on him.

But. She. Didn’t.

Her face had returned to being neutral. The dusting of red absent from her face. 

“Dr. Rose.” She corrected and dismissed him without hesitation. Blinking dumbly he felt his jaw go slightly slack. 

“Okay so it’s nothing serious. I replaced the bandages and be more careful when interacting with the wound.” Charlie spoke assertively but distantly. She helped him get his arms back into his undersuit. It was impersonal. He was just another patient. He wasn’t her universe. 

Then she was ushering him out with a half hearted ‘Come back if it somehow reopens or if you notice~” Felix didn’t hear the rest of her instructions or advice. He was a bit preoccupied with the fact nothing was turning out. And then he was pushed out the door and watched as it slid shut quietly in his face. 

What just happened? 

[aimmyarrowshigh]

For the Writing Asks, 2, 4, 10, 14, 15, 24, 33, 48, 51, 71, 76, and 77 (sorry if this is too many!)

2. Where do you get your fic ideas?

Usually just from What Iffing canon, I think, but that's a good question. A surprising number of my longfics are historical AUs or dystopian AUs, so I think probably What Iffing the world in which the story takes place, and asking how it would affect the characters -- I always want my characters to be in-character/canonesque even in an AU. I HATE OOC AUs. What's the fucking point then?? And I'm never interested in straight-up Modern No Powers AUs for any fandom. (Which makes it weird that I wrote so much boy band fic in my life, who are, really, just modern boys without any powers except the power of Charisma and Homoerotic Beauty.)

4. How do you choose which fics to write?

Ooh, I feel like it's not a conscious choice. There are WIPs in my folder that I really love! And I want to finish them! But the stars are not right. I want to finish my TOG/The Good Place AU so badly! I want to finish In Screaming Color! But no. Steve/Joyce, apparently.

10. Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Almost always multiple until I get close to a hard deadline (for a big bang or an exchange, etc.) and then I go, "Shit, I need to focus on the one thing," and then I do. But I generally always have 4 WIP documents open at a time -- daily drabbles that I should get back to soon, another themed drabble set of some kind, a shortish one-shot, and a longfic.

14. What is your favorite location and position to write in?

I can ONLY write at my desk these days. I try to write in coffee shops sometimes but I get very !!!! about Other People Seeing, even though it's not like I'm ashamed of anything I write? I did manage to write a bit on my vacation with @soundssimpleright back in October, which was nice. But I legit once went to a week-long writing retreat out in the middle of the Vermont woods with a bunch of National Book Award finalists and fancy people, and I just played Nancy Drew the whole time because my brain wouldn't let me write at Not My Desk. It was so bad. It was so bad. I mean I loved the retreat, 10/10 would go again, but I got nothing done.

15. What’s your favorite time to write?

I get the most done either first thing in the morning (4-5AM until work) or late at night (2-3AM until I fall asleep). These days I mostly write early in the morning before work.

24. How do you choose whose POV to write in?

I feel like it's not a conscious choice, which probably means that I'm making the easy choice and not challenging myself. I mean, do we not all write from Our Blorbo's POV? I think maybe the writerly answer is that I write from the POV of the character who will undergo the greatest metamorphosis in the story, but again, that's usually just Blorbo. I know though that in my original work, I generally always write the first draft in completely the wrong POV and then someone much smarter than me reads it and goes, "V, you did the thing again where you went out of your way NOT to have to write any conflict by having it in this POV," and I go, "Shit," and then I never finish it because I hate writing conflict.

33. Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

LMAO we all know that I love a 100-word drabble. For non-drabble stuff, I still like Round Numbers. 1,000 words, 5,000 words, 10,000 words. I like Round Counts even though it doesn't make any rational sense.

48. Who is your favorite character to write for?  Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

Currently, my favorite character to write is Steve Rogers, but that's pretty emblematic of my Favorite Character To Write For Fanfiction in general -- I like the Noble Hero Guy who puts duty ahead of himself to the point of self-destruction and doesn't realize that the people who love him want him to survive the fight more than they want him to win the fight. Your Steves. Your Poe Damerons. Your Percy Jacksons. I also like a good Tortured Resilient Angry Woman, like your Yelenas and Natashas and Wandas and Quynhs and Rachel Elizabeth Dares. In non-fanfiction stuff, I only write women. So.

51. Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

I definitely read more smut than I write, but otherwise it's not that different. I still hate a no-powers Modern AU generally speaking, and I 99% read canon-adjacent stuff. The only AU I really ever read is A/B/O that still takes place in the canon universe (like Marvel is still Marvel, the genitals are just different, or whatever). I read more angsty stuff than I write, too, I think, but having just said that, my THG stuff is all dark as fuck and that's the fandom where I read the darkest angst, so maybe not.

71. Do you spend more time reading or writing?

I go through phases with reading a lot of fic for a month and then reading none for a month? So writing, for sure, I do a lot more consistently and spend more hours per day on. I'm currently in a reading-actual-books phase so I'm not reading much fic outside of a few WIPs that I'm subscribed to, but I know that will change and I'll be in a fic-only reading phase soon enough. But I try to spend at least two hours a day writing. Try. I don't always succeed.

76. How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

HA! I just cry. The biggest pressure that I get on my writing other than internal is my dad being super angry all the time that I haven't published original fiction yet, so. I cry.

77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

Ooh, that's a big question. I think the shortest, most immediate answer that came to mind is that it's the natural extension of how I interact with media, just naturally -- I can never consume anything and NOT wonder what happens next, or what came before, or what if X had happened to [Character] instead of Y. Fanfiction is the way to explore answers to those questions. I truly cannot fathom consuming A Media and NOT wondering those things upon finishing. Like, it boggles my mind when people can consume A Media and then just be like, "That was enjoyable, I'm gonna go not think about it ever again." WHAT?!?

[umberleedevoted]

#17 Where

It had been about ten day since Lela was found on the beach; assumingly dead. Between the adequate care of young Stephane, cleaning and dressing her irritated sucker shaped wounds, and her daily prayers to Umberlee, Lela felt stiff and limping, but on the mend; able to walk the deck at least. She found herself anchored in a small port about 3 days outside of Havensport. They anchored a few hundred yards from shore, and the captain would row in to trade fish and gather resources. These frontier settlements were starting to pop up all along the coast. Lela stayed on the boat though, she was still in pain, and the last thing she wanted to do was raise any eyebrows. 

“Quaint isn't it?”

Lela’s contemplation was broken by her young medic. In her deep thought, he had sidled up next to her and leaned over the rail in almost a mimicking fashion, looking towards the little fishing port. 

“Hm?” she quizzed

“It’s quaint. Quiet. Charming. It’s just a nice little village”

Lela looked the young man up and down. He was young. He still blushed and averted his eyes if Lela disrobed to change the bandage. His frame was thin; his clothes tattered; but his eyes. He had a genuine kindness that Lela thought was so rare.

“I guess so…” she responded lightly. Understanding that the young man just wanted to break the silent tension. 

“I make up stories sometimes... “ he didn't look at Lela, but she figured he was talking out loud just to kill the silence.

“I make up stories…” 

“Dad will row into shore to stock and sell, and I’ll stay here. When I finish up chores I watch people, or even just the windows and lights if we’re too far out, and make up stories. 

“Those ones are happy...” 

“The baker loves the guard…” 

“That kinda thing…”

“The guard?... Ooh risque”. Lela finally turned her head. And gave the young caretaker a brief and disarming smile. He blushed and looked back to the port. 

Lela really was grateful. Between all the prayers and sleeping off her bought with the horror, she understood that this young, awkward boy, who is skilled enough to dress a wound, but not trusted to haul in a net by his father, saved her life. 

“Make up a story about me,” She smiled as she prodded the young ward verbally. She leaned against the railing backwards, propping herself on her elbows. 

“Wha-” he cocked his head like a gull

“Make up a story about me. I wont be mad, I’m curious. It’ll be fun!”

Lela turned her back on the shore and leaned against the railing.

“Well-uh. Dad says-”

She interrupted

“I don't care what fishing stories your da’ has. (slipping into a mocking country brogue) Look at me and tell me a’ story bout me’self!

“It's been almost a tenday. And you haven't told me how you got your wounds. But it was big. Too big. You're brave or stupid or somethin between em...” 

She smiled and inclined her head at him to continue. 

“You worship the sea, but you don't fear it...”

“What makes you say that?” she chuckled. 

She worked hard to keep her smile disarming, the boy was opening up. 

“I almost died...” she added.

Ive been changing your bandages for a tenday, and in all that time, you've only asked questions, mainly “When can I get in the water?”

When he spoke for her he mocked her higher disarming voice pretty well.

She raised an eyebrow in challenge and they both let out an honest chuckle. 

There was a comfortable silence for a moment, and Lela crossed to a small locker by the rail to sit down. 

“Keep going”

Stephane crossed to the small mast about 10 feet from Lela and sat against it on the deck. 

“You are brave”

“You love the ocean”

“You know ships”

“Mhmmm…” she agreed

“You don't necessarily trust anyone but you’re good at faking it.”

There were several long beats of silence as Lela exhaled through her pursed lips.

“Hells kid,what makes you say that?”

“No insult intended Lee, just; I don’t know, I can see it. When someone talks you watch their eyes and hands… not their mouths... and when the oars fell over the other night you grabbed your boot knife like the city guard was coming to hang you. 

“Hmpf” she sat motionless and looked at the deck

“Sorry... if that was mean…” he started, but she quickly interrupted

“No you’re spot on right kid. I mean… Damn.” 

They sat like that for a moment, a long moment, until Lela needed to diffuse the young man’s skilled analysis. 

“Hey Steph, I'll tell you about the time my old shipmate Sebastion mistook a pod of dolphins for a school a’ mermaid?”

The night faded into stories, like the lamplight of the distant town, the only sound to be heard was the listing of the ship. 

[aoihono96]

Messiah 30 Day Challenge

So here I am telling everyone that I am in love with Messiah Project but I didn’t make the 30 days challenge. Now, after seeing @sambart93 finishing it I found some courage and I want to start the challenge too. I understood about 90% of what is going on in Messiah so if something is wrong…my bad. So for the next 30 day please have patience with me. (This is also my first time doing something like this :D) So here I go.

Messiah 30 day Challenge [Day 1] - Your favorite character

This is not a series in which you find only one character to love. That being said I don’t have 1…I have 3 characters I love. But of course I will start with my #1. (Oh boy, I am going to anger some of you with this one, but what I love is what I love and I can’t do anything lol). Drums please… 

Taadaaa. Yes…Ariga Ryo is the #1 character for me. I tend to fell in love with the characters that has the most tragic life (and after my standards he hits the jackpot). I know…he killed Mamiya (he could help him instead or try to convince him to stop all the terrorist thing but we can’t change anything now). I am attracted to his tragic/dark past (am I a sadist?!) being forced as a child by his adoptive father(?) to kill, being used as a hitmen for the mafia. He basically became a killing machine until he heard Mamiya’s violin. (I know it’s not correct, he was helped by Mamiya and Ariga ends up killing him. As much as I love Ariga I can’t find excuses for this one but still I can’t change things here.)

I am really looking forword to see Yuukyuu no Toki (especially after I read the spoilers…but God 7th of February 2018 is so faaaaar away). Well enough let go to the next one.

Tada. Kagami Itsuki (I think I fell in love with Taishi-kun after seeing him portraying Kagami). At the beginning I was confused…should I love him or hate him for being so cocky? In Shinku no Sho I wanted to punch him when he told Shirasaki to leave Ariga behind (after being shot and poisoned) but calm myself down after he continued, telling Shirasaki that even if he brings Ariga back to the Church, if they don’t know what poison is they can’t help him. Better save if later because if he died everything was over. Anyway, by the end of the movie when he hugged Ariga I was totally in love. He wants to look rough but inside he cares about others. Kagami can be both deadly serious or funny and I can’t imagine somebody else than Sugie portraying him.

And last but not least…

Tsutsumi Reiji.

Hirano Ryo as the son of a terrorist! (I can’t ask for more!!!) I really love his character. I love how he is trying to be by his little brother’s side (but unfortunately it didn’t last long). And his ability…I WANT IT (at least until the exams period are over it’s OK for me :))) and except the fact that he is totally useless in combat and he always needs protection.

He could have had power but preferred not to. Why did he had to die?!

OK…This is all. It’s king of hard to find the perfect word to describe all this things I feel when watching Messiah…because I want to say so many things but I don’t know how. This series is like a Roller Coaster with ups and downs and it’s highly addictive (at least for me). ^^

[manic-nova]

How do you think Arataki Itto would deal with a crush who is the opposite in personality. Like He’s loud and crush is quiet. He jumps into things, they don’t. They’re always smiling around him when he suddenly turns up, like their eyes light up?

Ooh, I definitely like this concept. Let's roll with it a bit, shall we?

This fanfic is Safe For Work! But my page is still 16+. You may interact with the post regardless of age, but do not follow me if you are under the age of 16!

First off, when I tell you Itto's gang will not go a day without giving Itto the utmost shit for his infatuation, I mean it, and it's because you are so different from him. When he first met you, they could practically see the hearts in his eyes, and he went up to you, tried to brag and flaunt himself in your presence, make a grand presentation of himself like usual but times ten, and... you were so scared by the big oni man you ran off before he even finished his speech about "the one and oni". The Arataki Gang? Yeah, they never let him live that down.

It's no secret that Itto likes to place himself around people that challenge him. You, however, were a different challenge entirely. You really tested his patience, not because he was getting tired of waiting around for you or anything. He would wait a million years for you to come around if he had to, but he's known from the moment you two met (literally) that making the first move was out of the question. You were so timid and fragile, and holding himself back is not Itto's specialty, but sure as damn well will learn for the woman of his dreams!

This man, despite his own nature working against him, has the patience of a saint. He waits days, weeks, months before it even becomes clear to him that you in fact don't mind his presence. Whether it was because he was just an idiot or his own insecurities surrounding you were clouding his judgment, he was never sure until the moment you told him "I'm glad you're always around" that he knew, and that boy lit up like a Christmas tree. He went and bragged to Granny Oni that night and told her how he was gonna marry you some day.

So I'm sure you can imagine at that point how grueling it is for him to be holding back all these strong feelings when a year passes by, and he's still in the friends zone, being absolutely dogged on by the gang and Ayato. Even Yae is watching smugly from the sidelines at this point. All he wants to do is hold you and kiss you until the end of eternity, but he's aware that if he tried you would quite possibly implode into a disaster of cosmic proportions. But when that moment finally does come, when you two are sitting under a withering arch on the edge of a cliff at sunset and you finally muster up the courage to place your dainty little hand on top of his, the fireworks that go off in that man's head are indescribable. By the time he notices you looking up at him sparkling little doe eyes, a rosy hue painted across your face as gentle sun rays lay on top of you and make your skin glow a shade wondrous gold, he's immediately committing that sight to memory. He will mention it in his wedding vows, and you might faint during them, but it'd be worth it.

You actually like him back. It's a concept for many weeks Itto is practically incapable of comprehending, but the worst part is he might never know you actually felt that way from the very beginning. You just never possessed the guts to tell him, and instead you submitted both you and him to a year long painstaking slowburn that felt like it lasted forever, but Itto will swear for the rest of his life that wait was one-hundred percent worth it.

[cryptic-kisses]

Hallo , Cryptic ^^

I Wanted To Request Something If ' Yer Don't Mind -

What About Male Reader , Who Says Shit Before Thinking , ' N Like This Happens A Lot , But After They Get Really Flustered -

With Tommy , Ranboo , Tubbo , ' N Billzo !

Take ' Yer Time , Yeah ?

' N , Don't ' Yer Dare Over-Work ' Yerself , Understood ?

- A-RRadio .

What did you say?

cc! Tommy, Tubbo, Billzo, Ranboo x Male!reader (PLATONIC)

summary: you do some fake tattooing and it definitely came out great

warnings: Cursing

authors note: I was watching compilations of unusannus clips so that's what inspired this also Im just realizing I didn't really put in the request that much I am so sorry 😭

All sitting around a table you start giggling as your hands hit the table.

"This is such a dumb idea." You manage to get out of your mouth without completely breaking down in a fit of laughter. You, Bill, Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo were completely blindfolded.

With the great idea of doing random things without seeing, one of the challenges was tattooing which made you end up with a bag of henna ink in your hands.

You feel your stomach hit the edge of the table as you lean over making you giggle again.

"Okay okay, who am I gonna tattoo?" Nobody answers you so you take initiative into your own hands, quite literally

You take your hand and bring it over to your right side looking for an arm until eventually you feel the sleeve of a shirt. "Whose this?" You take their arm and 'gently' slam it on the table.

"[y/n] you're gonna break my arm before you tattoo it–" you smile.

"Aha! Billzo is my first victim!" Some of the boys giggle at you as they vaguely look in your direction.

"He is definitely going to draw a dick on your arm." Tommy half shouts out and you roll your eyes despite them not being visible.

Patting the area to try and find Bill's arm you get the henna only praying that whatever you do is at least in the center.

"I'm not going to do that, instead I'm gonna draw a sick ass skull." You hear Bill say something along the lines of 'on brand' while you start the fake tattoo.

It's a little bit of chatting and while you do it you feel completely focused. You can't see anything so you know whatever the outcome will be wonky but In the end, why shouldn't you try?

After feeling like you were finished you attempt to pat Bill on the shoulder. "Billzo, you have been the worst client I think I've ever had."

"Ohh I really hope you didn't put something bad," you shrug and then attempt to try and find someone else with your hands.

"Ooh [y/n] you should do Tubbo!" You hear Tommy say from across from you. The sound of a chair squeaking can be heard.

"[y/n] i'm sorry I do not trust you one bit."

Frowning you take your hand and bring it over to your left side this time and just... feel a head of hair.

"That is very much my head," you grin at him.

"Ranboo."

"[y/n]"

You move to take his arm and put it on the table already prepared to put on the henna. Ranboo cringes and braces himself for whatever you're going to do.

"Ranboo don't worry man," you start as you put on the ink on his skin. "I'm gonna make a really cool piranha." You start giggling at that.

"Tough guy Ranboo eh?" Tommy says, making you start giggling even more. You swear while not audible you can imagine him saying a mumble of prayers hoping you don't put anything shitty on his arm.

"So Ranboo, have you ever gotten a tattoo before man?"

"No– and I think this will be my last." You can hear Tubbo laugh at him and you frown.

"Well I promise sir that this is going to be a very badass tattoo." After finishing the first thing you do is lift up the blindfold.

You start laughing very hard staring at the 'tattoo' that you gave Ranboo

"That is very much... Not a dick." You blurt out feeling your self flush up which makes you laugh even more slamming your head into the table.

The other boys also take off their blindfold and start laughing along with you.

"Ranboo man you are so done for-"

"Hey! Mine doesn't look that bad!"

Ranboo takes off his blindfold and looks at the fake tattoo before shoving his head into his hands.

You pat his back.

"You, you see? I didn't lie, it's a badass tattoo."

[kimnjss]

uncharted territory | kth

⤑  series: kinda hot

⤑ pairing: campus flirt!taehyung x sweet girl!reader

⤑ genre: lmao i don’t even know... angst? smut?

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 7.5K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: use of alcohol and weed, cursing, dirty talk, slight hair pulling, over-the-shirt nipple play, dry humping, ruined orgasms.

⤑ A/N: hihihi! just here to remind you how much i appreciate all of you guys reading this story nd getting as invested as you are!! don’t hesitate to let me know what’s on your mind - no matter what it is ., feedback is my favorite!!

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 19:07

Hoseok is leaning handsomely against the side of his car when you're stepping out. Arms crossed over his chest as his teeth nibble on his lower lip, eyes seeming to sparkle when he's looking at you. The shine only getting brighter when the corners of his mouth lift into a smile. Body lifting from the side of the car to pull the passenger's door open, gesturing to it with his hand.

“Ooh, check out the gentleman,” You're teasing with a laugh, ducking into your seat as he rolls his eyes. Jogging around the front of the car until he's sinking into the spot beside you, taking another moment to let his eyes travel over your body.

Nodding slightly to himself before he's grinning, “You look hot,” His warm hand landing on your thigh to give it a little squeeze before he's pulling from his parking spot and onto the road.

Compliments from Hoseok came sparingly, wasn't really one to gush over your appearance with mere words. He was more of a show-er than a talker in that sense. So when he was paying you a compliment, it was never anything all that deep. Never once compared the brightness of your eyes to the sunlight or whatever Shakespearean shit he could muster up. He was just going with what he thought and you appreciated that.

It kept things from getting confusing between the two of you. If he was constantly dotting on you and telling you how amazing he thought you were (and you were amazing, no doubt about that), but if he was telling you.. it would definitely put a damper on your whole arrangement. You were a simple girl to be completely honest. Words got to you, you'd be head over heels in love if he was calling you beautiful every chance he got.

Hot was good. Hot was fine. Hot was safe. Because catching feelings for Hoseok? You'd be better off standing in the middle of the road waiting to be run over. And then getting the driver to put it in reverse. Hoseok was brutal when it came to girls and relationships, didn't waste time on feelings or the overly emotional.

A bit of an asshole, but that was why you liked him. He knew how to keep things fun and exciting, loved being surrounded by people. But he wouldn't hesitate to tell someone to fuck off if the circumstances called for it. He was cool. To put it simply. A very cool guy taking you out on a date. Anyone would be giddy about that, it was Jung Hoseok for crying out loud!

“What you got a taste for?” His eyes don't move from the road in front of him. One hand steering the wheel while the other keeps its hold on your thigh. Skin easily warming under his touch, you force yourself to focus on what he's saying.

Having to keep yourself from suggesting, (for the first time in person but the eighth(?) to him) skipping dinner and going back to your place to make proper use of your time. You bite that down. He wanted to take you out to eat, so you planned to humor him. Eat with him so he can eat you out. Simple.

“Anything, really. You like pasta. Should we just go to that Italian place?” With a slight nod, he's directing the car toward the restaurant. The smile on his face lets you know that he had been secretly hoping to get to eat there tonight. It was his favorite place to go, knew the menu like the back of his hand.

So he's pleased that you're suggesting it.

The car ride is filled with soft music and playful banter about whatever comes to mind. He's challenging you, saying things that he knows will get under your skin just to hear you argue why he's wrong. Laughing as you outline all the reasons why mints and chocolate should be far away from each other.

He keeps a gentle hand on the small of your back as he leads you into the restaurant. Still egging you on with why he thinks you're wrong, laughing at the way your face twists up at him. Pausing only briefly to get your table, but the debate is in full swing the moment the two of you are settled across from each other.

There's a subtle type of competitiveness in his tone, paired with the playful smile on his face. Not even a full hour here with him and you were starting to see what Jimin was talking about. Being out with Hoseok, talking beyond where you should do it next, was something you never considered. 

It's nice.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 19:59

Conversation between the two of you doesn't die down even after your food is being set down in front of you. You're only now noticing that you never really talked to Hoseok before. You were friends, of course, that's what the 'F' in FWB stood for, but you were more like group friends.

Never really hung out alone until some months ago when you were starting this whole thing up. And fucking didn't really account for all that much talking. You knew nothing about him aside from the fact he was Taehyung's asshole womanizer roommate. No idea how witty, how animated, how attractive he could be.

It made you want him even more.

He's in the middle of explaining the King Henry VIII drama he had seen the other night, which is also surprising. He almost seemed 'too cool' to be this interested in a period piece starring Natalie Portman. But he's speaking so excitedly, that you can't help but hang on to every word from his lips. All until your phone is flashing on the table beside you, Taehyung's smiling face lighting up the screen.

The buzz steals both of your attention from the conversation, your brow furrowing slightly. A part of you knows that he's only calling for nonsense, probably in the midst of a fight with his girlfriend and he's calling for you to tell him he's right. It's hardly ever an emergency when he's calling you, so there should be no problem with letting his call go to voicemail.

Especially this close to the end of your date, you'd be heading back home with Hoseok in no time. Plus he could just text you if it was something important. There was no reason to answer, and yet, you can't keep your hand from reaching for the device. Shooting an apologetic smile over at Hoseok.

“He knows I'm with you... he wouldn't call if-,” The nod of Hoseok's head cuts you off, waving you away with a smile to take your call. And you're excusing yourself quickly, pressing the phone to your ear once you're far enough away from the table.

He better have his dick caught in a mousetrap or something to justify interrupting your dinner. “Tae. What's going on?” You listen, for any telling sounds of things being out of the ordinary. All you hear is the hum of the TV and his heavy breathing hitting the line.

“Yn, you've gotta get over here.” There's an urgency in his voice that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing. “Why? What's going on?” It's probably something stupid, it usually is when it comes to Taehyung. But curiosity has already set in and you find yourself thinking of how to tell Hoseok you have to go. 

“I can't just tell you... you have to come,”

Groaning into the phone, your hand lifts to pinch the base of your nose. A deep sigh leaving your lips. “Tae. I'm out right now. If this isn't urgent-”

He's quick to cut your words, “It really can't wait.” He almost sounds serious, which has the slight annoyance you feel melting away. “Okay, okay. I'll be there in a minute,” Quick to hang up the phone and head back over to the table.

Hoseok has his head bowed, full attention on the plate of lasagna as he shovels forkfuls into his mouth. Reaching for his glass as you slip back into your seat, gulping down his water. And you're two seconds from telling him that you have to go when he's reaching for his napkin, wiping the corner of his lips.

“Taehyung needs you to rush over?” How he was able to just guess that is beyond you, but you're nodding your head a sheepish smile taking over your features. “He says it's urgent,” You genuinely feel bad. Even though things between Hoseok weren't any deeper than hooking up, you still had agreed to come out with him. To stay out with him.

To leave in the middle of it (not to mention before you could wrap everything up and go back home) felt shitty. You were having a good time getting to know him, but if you didn't go see what was going on with Taehyung, you knew it would bother you for the rest of the night.

Despite everything, Hoseok seems to understand. Insisting you finish the rest of your risotto before he's paying the bill. He even keeps up with the bubbly conversation from earlier, enjoying the sound of your laughter all the way to the car. Guiding you in with a gentle hand on the small of your back.

He lets you choose the music and hums along with the songs you play. It's not long before he's pulling up in front of his house, car staying on as he steps on the brake. You wait for him to put the car in park and when he doesn't, you're shooting a confused look in his direction.

“You're not coming in?”

He's quick to shake his head, fingers tapping against the steering wheel. “I'm gonna go see what's up with those girls in building E.” Oh. Right. You almost forgot for a second who you were dealing with. Jung Hoseok, notorious fuck boy. If he wasn't sleeping with you, then he'd just find someone else to do it with.

Feeling bad for cutting your date short was useless. “See you later, then.” He meets your words with a nod, waiting patiently for you to get out of his car. Spares a moment to lift his hand in a wave before he's speeding down the road.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 20:21

Taehyung is sat on the couch when you enter the house. Hunched over a bowl with chopsticks in hand. Torso bare and hair falling in a ruffled mess around his face. He doesn't budge at the sound of the door, too focused on pushing long strings of spicy noodles into his mouth.

He could've at least put together a fake emergency if he was going to call you over like this. Pretended his arm was broken or something, instead of coolly sitting on the couch trying to gulp down his beer around the mouthful of Ramen.

“Hey! What's so urgent? Why are you half-naked?” Your loud voice startles him, droplets of beer falling from his lips and rolling down his chest. He swallows, reaching forward to grab up a napkin, using it to wipe at his well worked on pecs. 

Your eyes follow the movement of his hand, long fingers brushing the droplets from his tanned skin. It must be the anticipation of getting fucked tonight because you're finding it hard to tear your gaze from the ripples of his stomach. “I'm in from the gym,” He explains the no shirt, the tightness in his arms that have fallen victim to your greedy stare. Flexing obviously as he reaches for his drink again, taking a few sips before he's picking up his bowl. His chest tenses with the movement.

Has he always been this... wow? Quite literally staring in the middle of the room, greedily enjoying the sight of your best friend without his shirt on. Yet, it's not the first time you've seen him sans shirt. Countless sleepovers and pool parties, but his bare stomach seemed different now.

Seriously. Did he always have abs like that?

You're forcing yourself to look away, face grimacing at the loud burp he lets out. Enough to snap you from your thoughts, wherever they were going was uncharted territory. And you had no interest in exploring that, especially when you were supposed to be annoyed with him!

“What's the problem? Why'd you make me rush over?” Wearily, you step closer to him. Eyes scanning over his body in a less pervy way, trying to detect any sign of injury. Maybe even a paper cut a little too deep. “Are you okay?” Your face inches from his, still searching.

He's laughing, hand lifting to rest on your forehead, pushing your head back slightly. “I'm fine. Want some?” Taehyung lifts the bowl between the two of you. And your gaze drops to the spicy scent. And normally you'd be letting out an excited whoop, accepting his generous offer and plopping down beside him.

But right now, all you are is annoyed. Annoyed and frustrated. If it wasn't for him, no doubt you'd be off somewhere with Hoseok, minutes from having your eyes rolled back, nails scraping against his skin. Instead, you're here, no emergency in sight. You shaved for this! Matched your lingerie for this! What a waste.

“Are you fucking kidding me!? I was out with Hoseok, Taehyung.” As if he didn't know. And he had the audacity, to sit there, slurping his noodles as if he wasn't at fault for this annoying ache in the pit of your stomach. Something that would've been long taken care of if it wasn't for him.

His shoulders lift in an uninterested shrug, jaw falling slack as he shovels another mouthful into his mouth. “Well... now you're not. It's extra spicy. Your favorite,” He's offering more food up to you and all you do is roll your eyes, letting out a frustrated huff.

“You're fucking ridiculous,” You scoff, hands rummaging through the contents of your purse until your fingers are catching onto your phone. “I'm calling Hoseok,” You announce for no real reason, especially because he acts as if he hasn't heard your words. Attention back on the hot bowl in his lap.

He's being weird and you don't know what it is. Noticed it in doses these past few days and assumed it would just blow over... but he just seemed to be acting more and more out of character the more time passed. It confused you. And you hated being confused.

Part of you was convinced that it had something to do with him now knowing that you're sleeping with his roommate. The side comments, inadvertently trying to cock block, and now this being proof enough. But there was another part of you... a much smaller, poorly trained part, that was convinced these were the actions of a jealous man.

What would he have to be jealous of, right? It wasn't like he wanted to be the one sleeping with Hoseok. Well, debatable... but seriously, the way he's been acting lately has led you to believe that there was something else going on that he wasn't telling you. Tae's known the guys you've fucked around with before and never has he acted so... stiff?

Something changed. Something was different. And you can't help but wonder if the picture incident had something to do with it. Highly unlikely, as Joon said, he has probably already forgotten about it. But, nothing else made sense.

Hoseok doesn't answer. Not like you actually expected him to. He went to 'see what's up with the girls in Building E'. No doubt busy with that, why would he answer his phone? “Come on, Yn.” Taehyung is beside you now, you're not sure when he stood up, but you can smell the sweetness of his body spray. Even after the time, he spent in the gym.

“Listen, I'm sorry I interrupted you.” His hand is reaching to lower your phone, halting your request for an Uber. “...but you're here now. Just stay. Relax.” Flashing that breathtaking smile of his and it's becoming apparent how he gets away with so much. This boy knew how to use his looks to his advantage, there was no denying that.

But, you're not easily fooled. “You can't just interrupt my dates because you're lonely,” Some of the bite is gone from your tone. Not entirely sure how upset with him you really were. Of course, calling you out when he knew you were with someone else was shitty... but it was Taehyung!

A terrible reason, but the best one you could come up with. There was no way staying mad at him was an option, when he has done the reverse many times with you involved. He's smirking at you, picking up on the anger melting away from your features. “So it was a date. You told me it was just dinner,” He teases.

Not entirely pissed at him anymore, but that didn't mean you'd just let his stupidity slide. This was the second time he's interfered with your much needed Vitamin D and it was about time he heard something about it. “Just dinner. A date. A fucking square dance. Taehyung, you can't just cut in because you want.” He's looking at you funny, this dazed expression that you've never seen directed to you before. From him.

It makes your heart stutter, so you ignore it. “What if I did the same with you? If you were out with Ailee and I called you up with some stupid excuse?” He doesn't even hesitate, dark eyes glued to yours. A stare so intense, you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. “I'd come running,” The deepness of his voice and the seriousness of his tone has your breath hitching.

There was no way this was happening. You were used to flirty Taehyung, got pretty good at compartmentalizing your feelings when it came to the Taehyung that you dealt with on a day-to-day basis. But this... this was different. Uncharted territory, indeed. The way he was looking at you? Talking to you? Nothing like you've ever handled before when it came to him.

No idea how you were supposed to react, so you decide to just leave to keep from making a fool of yourself in front of him. “I'm leaving. Goodnight, Taehyung. Call your girlfriend.” A halfhearted request, you're really just reminding yourself that he has one. And while 'The Other Woman' was a great song, that wasn't you.

“She broke up with me like an hour ago,” Again? You want to say, feigning disbelief. Their routine breakups were far from surprising and they always ended up in the same way: them back together and holed up in Taehyung's room for days on end. Only to end in a pointless fight that would repeat the cycle.

They were always broken up, but that didn't mean they were done with each other. It never meant that. “Please, stay.” He's pouting obnoxiously, so you're confused why you find it so cute. Fingers laced with yours as he lightly shakes your arm. “I miss hanging out with you,” Puppy dog eyes aimed right at your heart.

He's not wrong. It's been a little while since the two of you just hung out. Lounged around in sweats, ate, and watched bad TV. And it was very unlikely that Hoseok would be returning your call. Jimin is surely busy with Jungkook or something. You'd just be going home to sit around and do exactly what you could do here.

“Fine.” Eyes rolling to exaggerate your annoyance. “Go make another packet while I change,” Soft hair bounces as he nods his head, turning to pick up his half-empty bowl from the coffee table, carrying it into the kitchen.

You're halfway up the stairs before he's calling out to you, smiling when he sees your head poke around the corner. “I'm really sorry I ruined your date. That was not cool,” There's sincerity in his tone and in his eyes, every last bit of annoyance or frustration you felt dissipating at the sight.

“It's fine,” The prettiest smile he's ever seen pushes onto your lips, nearly stealing his breath away. “I'll just have to text Hoseok and explain your issue with separation,” Giggling at your own lighthearted joke and he's matching the sound. 

Silently praying you hurry upstairs so he can get his heart in check. So he could think. Something he's been skipping out on that since the moment he picked up his phone and decided to call you.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 21:43

You're wearing basketball shorts. His basketball shorts. Paired with a sports bra that you must've left here for one reason or another. It takes everything in him not to zero in on the jiggle of your ass as you pass him. The pebble of your nipples pushing against the fabric. You always complained about how cold his apartment was.

He tries not to stare as you stretch to pull a bowl from the cupboard, laughing out loud when you realize that he's already taken one down for you. Thanking him as you move to stand close. Your cheeks are red and irritated from the quick way you removed your makeup with the dried-out wipes you left in his bathroom. Hair let out of the tight ponytail, cascading down your back in pretty waves.

It's not until you're pinning him with a furrowed brow and an upturn of your upper lip, does he realize he's literally gawking at you. With this unmistakable love-struck look in eyes. “Why are looking at me like that?” Spoken while plucking a piece of meat from the pan and pushing it into your mouth.

Caught and he doesn't even think of trying to backtrack. With a shrug of his shoulders, he's turning his attention back to the food in front of him. “I don't know. You just look beautiful or whatever,” He can hardly look at you as the words leave his lips, afraid you'll catch the blush on his cheeks.

“Or whatever?” You joke with a laugh, ignoring the flip of your stomach at the compliment. Instead, you move to the fridge, retrieving a couple of eggs while chastising him on forgetting the best part. Not sure what was up with him, but you refuse to let yourself get carried away.

You've spent so long accepting that he has and only will see you as a friend. Best friend, even. And just because he was throwing a few compliments your way didn't mean that everything all of a sudden changed. Nothing has changed. The two of you were still in the same spot you had been two years ago.

 Taehyung serves you with a smile ten minutes later, fingers lingering on yours for a moment longer than normal. Not long enough to be weird, but definitely long enough to get the wheels turning in your brain. And then he's plopping down across from you like nothing, head ducked as he takes the first steamy bites of his food.

It takes everything in him not to profess his unclear feelings. Trying to limit how often he looks at you, censoring his thoughts as they teeter between mushy and cringe. It's hard with the way you're joking between bites the way you always do, he can't help but notice how pretty you are.

He felt lucky to have you like this. Even if it wasn't truly having you. Just the fact that you were comfortable enough around him to be like this. Even if it had been years, it felt different now somehow.

Everything felt different since he's started to notice little things about you that he failed to see all along. Your cute habit of flicking and tossing your hair as you spoke, more often with how animated you got. How your eyes lit up when you were excited. That tiny dimple at the corner of your mouth, which only made an appearance when you were laughing really hard.

On top of it all, he was noticing how obvious you were. Not exactly sure when it clicked in his mind and it could very well be his ego talking, but he was starting to feel like he wasn't the only one keeping a mental scrapbook. The more attention he paid to you and your little mannerisms, the more he picked up on the fact that you were doing the same.

Whenever he'd bite his lip, rest his cheek on his palm, angle his head in a certain way – your eyes would follow. And how could he forget the lust-filled look on your face as your eyes devoured him, it hadn't even been a full ten minutes since you got there and you were so obvious.

A wonder he didn't notice it before, but now that he thinks back... all of the signs were there. Everything that he missed has been screaming at him for the past-however-many years. And as much as he wanted to do something about it, he knew he had to be careful.

Extremely careful.

JANUARY 30TH, 2021 | 23:52

Right now, you had your legs in his lap – ankle inches from his junk, but that's the least of your concerns. You're more focused on tucking every last crumb of weed into the paper, eyes flickering between your fingers and the TV screen. 

“How is she this oblivious?” You're commenting with a wrinkle of your brow and Taehyung has to act like he's been following the plotline all along.

From what he was able to pick up with your brief summary of the plot and the way you talked over every scene with backstory, the main character was set the be married to a man with much more experience than her. In life. In the bedroom. The scene playing in front of you right now she was just finding out that he had been lying about not being able to have children.

You had suggested starting from episode one, but he denied the offer. There was something about watching you explain a show while getting frustrated about the scenes that played out before you that he found endearing. Not a new feeling, but holding a new meaning now.

He can hardly hear what's being said because you're in the middle of a rant on how there was no reason for her to be so clueless and sent into a marriage. And how her mother should've gone into the nitty-gritty before shipping her off. And how her husband was just a compliment douche bag for taking advantage of her ignorance.

Taehyung is positive he looks like you just agreed to go riding off in the sunset. Leaned back against the couch and watching you with this dazed-dopey expression that you sum up to him just being high. You were working on rolling the second joint you'd share.

His eyes follow as you lean forward, hovering over his lap as you reach for the lighter on his side. Not even thinking to ask him to pass it over, not that he's complaining about the closeness. Elbows holding your body up as you fiddle with the spark, bringing it toward you when it stays.

You catch his stare as you exhale, handing the joint off to him before moving back to your end of the couch, legs falling back in his lap. He doesn't pull his gaze from you, letting the weed burn out between his fingers. “What?” You're asking with a soft laugh. He's hissing out a breath, bringing the smoke to his lips and inhaling.

“You're fucking gorgeous, it's annoying.” He says with a shake of his head, a thick cloud of smoke leaving his lips. “You're always talking shit,” Speaking through a burst of laughter, but he doesn't entertain the thought any further. Extending his hand to pass it over, eyes flickering up to the screen.

There had been something that he had paid attention to when you first turned this show on. The conversation that was being had on the screen about best friends and getting married and falling in love. And how that's how you should do it. Marry your best friend and it would work out.

No matter how many porn-like sex scenes appeared after that, he was still stuck on that one conversation. And the thought that if you looked so pretty next to him right now, there was no telling how much prettier you'd look done up and dressed in white. He has to laugh at himself, though.

Blaming his raging thoughts on the half-empty bottle of liquor on the table and the green you're handing back over to him. Which is why he doesn't bother to stop the question that slips out next. “Do you think that's really the key?”

Half forgot that even though you never left his mind, you couldn't read it. So you have no idea what he's talking about. “Key to what?”

“Being happy in a relationship?”

He hardly ever really talked about his feelings being with Ailee. You just knew what he told you and that was very limited. She annoyed him, but she was sometimes funny and knew what she was doing. That was pretty much it.

So you're a little shocked that he all of a sudden was bringing this up as if you knew their relationship from a hole in the wall. “Are you not happy with Ailee?” Someone who fought with their significant other as much as Taehyung did, couldn't really be happy. But you could be wrong.

“I'm sure I could be happier,” He's looking at you with those eyes again, flicking the ash off with his finger before bringing the joint back to his lips. “Do you think falling n love with your best friend is the key to all that?” He pauses, the blurts the last part out like he's lost control of his tongue. “Like you and me,”

You're letting out a harsh cough that has nothing to do with the smoke cruising through your lungs. Eyes tearing up while your back shakes. “Me and you?” You manage, letting out a gasped breath. “Like me falling in love with you and you falling in love with me?” Finger used to point between the two of you, just to be sure.

Taehyung nods his head, unphased by your dramatic reaction. “Yes, that's exactly how that would work. A money-less transaction,” You're letting out a laugh and a shake of your head, pushing the thought from your head. He was only joking, talking shit for whatever reason.

“Yeah, no. That would never work out,”

His words chase yours, “Why not?” You don't miss the small pout of his lips, as if he's actually asking. Wondering why you thought the two of you together wouldn't work out.

“I know too much. You know too much,” Going with the first reason that pops in your head, one that you've used countless times with convincing yourself. “There's gotta be some mystery,”

Taehyung is rolling his eyes, “Oh, come on. We're not the Scooby-doo kids, Yn. Mystery is overrated.” He's really pushing for this and you're not sure why. Most likely entertaining the thoughts that pop into his foggy mind, so you don't allow yourself to think too hard on his words.

Or what they could mean. “It's perfect,” He continues. “You meet someone, become best friends, decide to fall in love and now you're married to your best friend. That's the dream,” He says with a grin. And you're not sure if he's actually talking about you or if he's just talking.

“That's lazy,” Either way, you attempt to get the race of your heart to slow down. No matter how much closer he was to you now, backs of your thighs pressed against his. You're nearly seated in his lap and you just now noticed the mindless way his fingers drag over your knee. “You can't pick off from your existing friends. You meet someone, fall for them and then you become best friends,”

His laugh rings through your ears, then your entire body. Just the sound has you feeling warm all over, something that you were sure you had gotten under control a long time ago. “You just said the same thing as me, except you changed the last two steps,”

“It makes a huge difference,” It did. One was the two of you and the other could be any two strangers on the street. For the sake of you, your version was the one you'd go with. Anything else and it would be hard to talk yourself out of it.

But Taehyung has been a lot more attention, putting the pieces together as they appear. And one thing he was always good at spotting (except when it came to you for some reason) was when someone was into him. And judging from the subtle changes in your demeanor throughout this entire conversation, you were so into him.

With caution on his mind, he's shifting focus. Hand lowering to discard the dead bit in the ashtray. Leveling you with a squinted eyes and a purse of his lips. “What's the real reason you didn't want me to know about Hoseok?” Sort of had an idea of what this might be, but he wanted to hear it from you.

“What do you mean? I already told you,” You're reaching for the bottle on the table, taking a swig to keep your hands busy. And to keep you from having to look at him, no doubt the unfiltered thoughts in your mind would be slipping out with one glance. 

He doesn't pull his gaze from you, though. “No, you said you didn't want things to get awkward. I think that was a lie,” His face is much closer to yours now, you can clearly see the faint beauty marks scattered against his skin.

Just a simple stretch of his leg and you're pushed further on to his lap. Back resting against his arm now that he has his hand is pressed against the armrest. He's close, but not suffocating, has left enough space for you to get up and move if you wanted to. But that's the farthest thing from your mind right now.

“Wanna know what I think it is?” Voice so low he might as well be mumbling. His eyes flicker down to your lips, noting how soft they look. And he finds himself wondering just how they'd feel pressed against his. “What?” You sound breathless like you had been thinking about the same exact thing.

He's smoothly moving his arm from you, guiding the way your back falls against the couch. “I think you're into me, like how I'm into you... and you didn't want me to know because of that,” The risk of fucking up your friendship takes the backseat because he knows he's right. Took his time and put the signs together.

“Yeah, right.” You laugh it off, but he's learned how obvious you are.

A grin spreads over his features, hand dropping to your hip. “You're making the face you do when you've been caught,” The heat of his palm spreading from your side to your entire body. And you've come to terms with the fact that you've lost control of your heart. Wrapped up in the moment where Taehyung, Kim Taehyung, your best friend and former crush revealed he was into you.

His head bows, nose nudging against yours. It's embarrassing the way your lips instantly pucker, eyes falling shut as you wait for the soft press. Eyes fluttering open after a moment of waiting and receiving nothing, catching the devious smirk on his lips. 

“You're into me, aren't you?” While he was sure, positive after seeing how ready you were to have him kiss you, he needed to hear it. Needed to be sure that he wasn't missing something, he's been doing a lot of that lately.

The nod of your head is answer enough, followed by your warm hand reaching to rest on the back of his neck. Not sure who moved first, if you were pulling him down or he was lowering himself and you really didn't care. 

A tiny moan escapes from your lips as he shifts above you, the sound being sent straight to his crotch. His mouth is pulling from yours, brows raised and eyes wide as he stares down at you – surprised by the fact that you could actually sound like that. Before he's given a chance to comment on it, you're pulling him back down.

Kissing you is everything he's imagined it to be and more. The soft push of your tongue paired with the deliberate scrap of teeth on his lip. Your hummed moans fill the room and stir him on, his grip falling from your hip to your thigh. Easily pulling your legs apart to slot himself between them.

Fingers tangled in his hair and heavy breath hitting his lips each time you pull away, only to dive right back in. Mouths moving over each other messily, Taehyung can barely ask the groans that die on your lips. Free hand pressed against his chest, you can feel the hammer of his heart.

Thighs squeezed to his hips, bodies so close the thinnest of papers wouldn't fit. So it's no wonder you feel it. The twitch of his cock hardening against you, so enticing you can't help the way your hips lift to meet his just as he's dropping down to press into you. A hissed moan falling from your lips at the contact.

“Fuck,” He's groaning, a switch seemingly turning on inside of him. Mouth breaking for yours and hand moving up the toward your chest. His thumb brushes over your hardened nipple through the fabric of your bra as he rolls his hips into yours.

Just the heat from pressing against you like this was enough to rile him up, mind reeling with thoughts of what it would be like to really fuck you. And the sounds you'd make. You sounded so pretty with the simple rolls of his hips, what if he was actually buried deep inside of you.

His head drops, mouth latching onto the crook of your neck to suckle at the skin there. Your senses are fogged with nothing but him. The smell of him, the feel, the taste. Still lingering on your lips and hitting your taste buds as you lick them. There's a definite heat growing between your legs with each drag of his covered cock, angled perfectly that he's just barely tapping your clit.

You want more. So much more and it's making you delirious. Needy. Hips rolling up to meet his and he's pushing you down every time. Teeth scraping against your skin and fingers pinching at your chest. “Taehyung,” It sounds more desperate than you intend it to. He's groaning back in response, face lifting from your skin to admire the red mark he's left behind.

Tongue dragging over it, soothing it with a simple swipe. Hands re-positioned on either side of your head, his gaze drops to watch the way your hips move in order to meet his, a smirk pressed on his lips. “Fuck, look at you... such a mess.” He's pushing forward, cock meeting your clit perfectly.

Strained whimper ripping through your throat as you brace your hands on his side, back arching into him. “Grinding that pretty pussy all over my cock, didn't even let me get undressed. You're so wet, huh?” Now you knew what the boys were on about when they clowned him for being mouthy. Had laughed along before, but having his words directed to you was no laughing matter.

You knew what you were doing. You could feel the effect of what you were doing but something about having him point it out in that breathy tone of his was hot. What you didn't expect was for him to want you to talk back, but the slow of his hips is quickly warning you of your role.

“Don't stop,” You're gasping, hands reaching out to him. “I could cum like this,” Your whispering, cheeks heating up at the admission. How embarrassing, losing it over dry humping, you half expect him to laugh it off as a joke.

But he doesn't, instead, he's lowering his body back onto yours, the movement of his hips picking up in speed. “Me too,” He breathes out, fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue teases against your covered lips. “Wrap your legs around me,”

His words are muffled, but you understand him enough to lift your legs, ankles locking behind his back. He drives into you like he's balls deep inside of you, pulling gasps and moans from your lips. Nails pressed into his skin as you beg him not to stop, chanting your near release. And just as you feel it bubble up in your stomach, his low pants of your name getting to you. Just as you're about to be knocked over the edge you've been teetering on, Jin's voice is breaking through.

His loud laughter bleeding through the door behind you, followed by the low grumble of Joon's voice. The jingle of his key is what snaps Tae out of it, body freezing as his head lifts to glare at the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You're quick to push him off, looking away as he adjusting the throbbing bulge in his pants – leaving you to wipe at the slobber-dampened mark on your chest. Jin and Joon are stepping in just as you're rushing upstairs for a shirt. Their laughter filling the downstairs as you rummage through drawers for something to pull on.

All while shoving your raging thoughts out of your mind. Still in shock that that actually happened... whatever that was. Taehyung was into you. He had said it and then kissed you. God, he kissed you. Would've been to be able to fully enjoy it if you weren't so damn greedy.

Just one taste and you were wanting the whole thing and from the look of it, he was willing to give it to you. But what if it had been a fluke. A one-off because of whatever happened to Ailee and the fact that you were there. Into you, but what did that really mean? Would that change anything?

You dare to hope, even though you're sure you're wrong. There was a lot going on tonight. Him fighting with Ailee, you being torn away from Hoseok before you can do anything properly. You were high! Still, high to be honest. Would he still be into you when he was sobering up?

Finding out is the last thing on your list. Fitting yourself as his best friend after your quiet crush was one thing. Doing that after he's taken back being into you was another. You didn't want to think about what a disaster that would be, you'd rather just go home and sleep.

Jin is turning to happily greet you as you make your way downstairs, while Joon makes room for you on the couch. Taehyung doesn't look up, cheeks flushed and eyes glued to his knees. You'd give everything to know what he's thinking.

“Yn! Tae said you were here. We're gonna open Monopoly, wanna play?” It's an invitation from Jin that you'd usually be jumping at. Claiming your designated money bag piece without a thought, so he's shocked when you're shaking your head. “Think I'm gonna just head home, turn in early.”

Tae looks up at the sound of your departure, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. He had hoped you would want to stay, so he could have a chance to talk to you properly. Tell you how he was feeling even if he didn't fully understand it yet. He wanted to tell you that he liked you and he wanted to hear you say it back.

Let you know that he wanted to try to be good at relationships because he wanted to try with you. He's standing with that in mind, shrinking back when you're looking at him. There before did he feel nervous around you, but with all this weighing on his chest, he doesn't know how else to feel.

“Let me walk you home,” He offers, it's a twenty-minute walk across campus. Enough time for him to talk to you... or just be around you for longer.

You're shaking your head, though. Pushing an easy smile onto your lips. “It's fine. I texted Jimin,” It's a lie and he knows it is, but he doesn't call you on it. Obvious that you didn't want to be around him. Most likely regretting the whole thing.

Nodding as he plops back down beside Jin. He watches as you pull your shoes back on, throwing a quick goodbye over your shoulder before stepping out. Not even sparing a proper look in his direction. A huff leaves his lips as he sinks into the couch, hands tugging through his hair.

He really screwed up.

>> PART TWO COMING...SATURDAY.

— you’ve always been cute, soft, tiny in taehyung’s eyes. but that’s changing one night when you’re accidentally sending him a naughty picture. forcing him to realize, maybe his best friend is kinda… hot?

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