#pls like if u see this on your dashboard :)

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Lee Junho as Gu Won

[S01.E01] King the Land / 킹더랜드 (2023) dir.im hyun wook

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⭒ blurb : the fever

bf!hamzah x poc!reader

summary : blurb based on this request!!!! or hamzah takes care of reader while she's sick

mickey speaks : i hope u enjoyyyy, more of my hamzah works can be found here <3 also i’m updating my tag list so pls lmk if you’d liked to be tagged in any fics in the future

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there's no worse way to start your morning than in a pool of your own sweat and reading a thermometer displaying 101.2°F.

without any strength to attempt to leave your bed and no appetite to drive you to perseverance, you're left slumped lazily against your hot pillow.

just as your blinks begin to slow and your eyes droop low, an irritating sequence of vibrations beam from your phone. you pinch your eyes and let out a slightly dramatic but definitely necessary whine that turns into a groan as you stretch your arms far above your head.

you take your time, hoping whoever is waiting on the other line takes the hint by the forth ring that you’re busy drowning in your misery. you open your eyes just a peek before the ringing completely stops.

a relieved sigh comes over you as you lift your plush comforter over your head in hopes of reducing any natural light your windows allow to shine into your cluttered room.

it rings once more.

“fuck!” you let a blip of rage slip out in a seething tone, kicking your feet against your mattress harshly (an immature way of expressing yourself which makes you feel fifteen again; annoyed by your old obnoxious alarm clock).

you pull the oversized covers from your face and lean over to fiddle and grab your phone from its charging dock on your jagged, wooden night stand.

your tight expression is slightly shattered when you see the large text and tiny image in the corner of the facetime call displaying your boyfriend’s name and face.

you swipe to answer, falling back onto your pillow and covering your torso with the comforter once more (after having stripped of any clothing throughout the sleepless night).

your pouty face goes to the corner of the call as hamzah displays largely across your screen. he’s set his phone on top of his dashboard, still focused on actively driving when you answer.

“heyy, whatcha’ doing? haven’t responded to my texts at all, i was gettin’ worried..” his tongue plays with the gum in his mouth, popping multiple tiny bubbles at once.

your voice gives an unexpected voice crack, “i’m doing terrible,” hamzah’s a bit thrown off by your response but you don’t acknowledge his facial expression, instead you rub your eyes, “where are you going?”

“what happened?!” he arrives at a red light and looks at you while he’s stopped, “did you not sleep well? i was on my way to get you- thought we were playin’ pickleball today with martin and mandy.”

“eughhhh, i totally forgot about that- i’ll have to text and tell them i can’t anymore i’m like dyinggg, h. my temperature’s over 100.” you sniffle and groan.

“nah, don’t worry about that i’ll tell ‘em we can’t make it. you just stay put and i’ll be over in like- just a sec, okay?” he keeps glancing over to look at you which you appreciate, though you prefer for him to pay attention- but you don’t necessarily feel like getting into a back in forth with him over his driving habits right now.

“m’kayyyy you’re the best, love you.” you thank him gently, blowing a kiss towards the camera.

“mmm i like hearing that. you’re my favorite.” he smiles to himself, “yeah, um, i’ll see you in a bit- maybe try and get some sleep though, girl?”

“i’ll try,” you whisper.

“okay, be right there, love you.”

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you’re not sure how long hamzah’s been at your side when you eventually wake up again to him sat next to you, looking through one of your many 2000s magazines.

you tap his knee silently, seemingly in a better mood after some well needed rest and the comfort of waking up in hamzah’s presence.

he displays a faux since of shock, “wow and she’s somehow even prettier when awake!”

you smile and slip your hand under your cheek as you lay and look at him, “hi, when’d you get here?”

he places your magazine down next to him, "got here maybe two hours ago? i stopped by a store and grabbed you some medicine to take and some other essentials like kitkats and iced tea- did you know hilary duff and lindsay lohan had hella back and forth beef??"

you nod, "duh, of course i do! and getting me snacks wowwww you're so perfect, huh?"

hamzah playfully shrugs his arms up and down, "a little somethin' like thattt, just for you."

you laugh but begin to cough uncontrollably, to which hamzah screws his face up in faux disgust; you stare, "thanks."

“nahh i’m playing,” he grabs one of your hands and kisses the back of it, “do you need me to do anything?”

“can you come brush my teeth with me?”

he nods immediately, standing up and picking your body (wrapped delicately in your covers) up and carrying you bridal-style into the bathroom down your skinny hallway.

on the way there you laugh again which leads to another coughing fit which you cover as much as you possibly can. hamzah teasingly stretches you away from him whining out an “eeuuuhhhh!!!” but you are quick to give him a glare that has him giggling and apologizing by curling you back into his broad chest smacking a few million kisses onto your cheek.

you push his face away in warning, “stop it you’re gonna get sick, stupid!!!!”

✧₊⁺

hamzah stands between your legs as you sit on the counter and brush your teeth. he thinks you look like an angel- or maybe a tooth fairy with the suds elegantly surrounding your mouth. despite your runny nose, hot, clammy skin and sleepy eyes, the white comforter manages to compliment your complexion in the most beautiful of ways. the sight in front of him was weirdly so angelic… “so pretty…” he lets his thoughts trickle into the air.

you pause your movements and look up at him starting to grin before scooting to the side and spitting into the sink. he grins and decides to joke with you a bit, scratching the back of his neck and blowing a raspberry into the air next to him, “did i say pretty?? i meant so ….sickly??” he squints his eyes a little trying to figure out where exactly he’s going with this, “because you’ve come down with something…. bad.”

you roll your eyes and shake your head, “it sounds like you want to call me beautiful…” you bat your eyelashes as you quote him through a mouthful of toothpaste and an insane urge to laugh.

hamzah laughs for you and wipes his eyes exclaiming, “enough! let’s wrap this up.”

✧₊⁺

hamzah made you take medicine and eat top ramen with him before you lay back down in bed. now you're lying up against your headboard watching reruns of sabrina the teenage witch with blankets curled up to your chin.

when hamzah finally comes back into your room he knocks twice before stepping into the space; he’s adorned with an arrangement of white tiger lilies in his hand and a small smile on his face.

you’re absolutely shocked, “what the fuck??? h, when’s you have time to get those?!” you prop yourself up and he hands them to you.

“i saw a little shop that was closing up when i was on my way back to my place just now; it’s cute you’d like it,” he moves to lay next to you.

“thank you,” you look at him lovingly, “for everything today; you treat me so well. how were the kitties doin’?”

“mhmm, they’re fine missin’ you though.” hamzah feels a since of pride from your words, taking the flowers from your hand and setting them on your nightstand (next to a roll of toilet paper you’ve used for your runny nose and a few empty water bottles). he turns back to you and brings his hand up to hold your face, “you’re so easy to treat well.” he leans closer to your face and your eyes shift down to his lips before you’re pulling away.

you playfully scoff and shake your head no, “nuh uh, i’m not getting you sick!”

“baby i’ve been around you all day and feel fine!! my immune system is the best there is, ‘promise.” he traces your lips with his thumb gently.

“you’re sooo…” you mumble the scold, turn on your side to move away from him.

he leans over you giggling, “amazing?” he kisses your cheek. “perfect?” another closer to your lips, “you’ve said them all before!” he sets a sweet kiss to your pouty lips before retreating back lie against the pillow next to you.

“i was gonna say needy but those work as well…” you grumble and smile to your self, “hold me?” you ask a bit louder, peeking over your shoulder to see hamzah drop his phone and immediately give you the attention you want from him, nuzzling you close and kissing your neck softly.

✧₊⁺

a few weeks later via Out of Character on YouTube

martin: yeah, and you’ve been freaking sick the past week and a half! how was that?

hamzah: very whimsical and magical. i’m kidding obviously it sucks and y/n was actually the one to give it to me! i’m not blaming but i am.

martin: i think that’s the worst part about having a girlfriend like if she’s sick you’re gonna get sick too- mandy’s like a freaking warrior though she’s never sick. it’s actually really odd.

hamzah: it’s because she’s a nurse, i think

martin: actually dude?

hamzah: yeah i read about it (he’s lying)

[thefourchimes]

Encanto Dashboard Simulator

haha guess who just decided to try something completely unhinged in an attempt to be funny and is probably failing miserably at it?

#im trying my best #this will probably crash and burn but hey at least i tried right #say hello to an encanto dashboard simulator #the movie but in tumblr lmao #or rather this is a day before the movie #also i think i fumbled on some of the characterizations...im sorry pls go easy on me ahahsfiuhasf #oh and dont question too much about time periods because i have no idea either #i kept it as vague as possible lmao

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🕯 encanto-updates May 20

Antonio Madrigal, the youngest member of the magical Madrigal family, will be having his 5th birthday and gift ceremony tomorrow!

The ceremony and celebration will be happening at Casita by 7 in the evening!

#madrigal ceremonies #the madrigals #madrigal family #antonio madrigal #the encanto

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🔁👀 hidden-in-plain-sight reblogged farmingwoes May 20

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does anyone have any theories on what the youngest madrigal's gift will be?

🥣 magic-soup Follow May 20

maybe something similar to his siblings?? dolores has superhearing and camilo has shapeshifting. what could be a possible gift like those?

or maybe like his mom! something closer to nature, maybe

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as long as it isn't like his mother's gift, pretty much anything is good

🔇 shhhhquiet May 20

Hm.

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

hey man @farmingwoes u really shouldnt be saying things like this, u know? i mean, what if a madrigal sees it? u'd be screwed!

🌾 farmingwoes Follow May 20

as if the family would check this hellsite

👀 hidden-in-plain-sight May 20

u never know tho...they could literally be reading this right now

#theres always a chance ur words will come back to bite u #:]

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🙃 aaaaaaaaa May 20 • Liked by nothingswrongimtotallyfine

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#screams #more screaming

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🔁💃 his-shine reblogged her-sun May 20

🎶 her-sun Follow May 20

@his-shine Mi vida, I have a cup of coffee with your name on it.

💃 his-shine Follow May 20

You are a lifesaver.

#gracias #i really appreciate it #<3

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🧍‍♂️ listentomeimserious Follow May 20 • Because you follow #the madrigals

Finally, after three whole months of researching and writing, I have done it.

Here, in all its glory, is my analysis on why the Madrigals and their supporters are a cult, complete with sources, pictures, and pure undeniable proof to drill the point home and shut the doubters up.

Let's begin.

` Keep Reading

#the madrigals #encanto #this took me so long to gather and write #but i have finally done it #here is your proof!! #the madrigals are a cult!!!

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🔁🪓 please-take-a-break reblogged need-a-break May 20

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I did not expect that tree to fall down the way it did.

🔪 need-a-break Follow May 20

Ay...come here, mi amor.

#eheh...lo siento

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🔁🫠 nothingswrongimtotallyfine reblogged lovercorn May 20

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there's a donkey munching hay outside my house again...

🌽 lovercorn Follow May 20

op, are you okay...did you get enough sleep

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🧶 wondrous-crafts May 20

⚫ Anonymous asked: any new projects you made recently? will you share them?

Oh! Well, I do have some things I created in the past few weeks. A stuff toy and some embroidered items ready for events...

Not sure yet if I'll share them but we can see how that goes!

#got a couple things prepared for my family #but we'll have to see if i'll share them hahaha #yeah

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sure hope tomorrow won't be a disaster in the making

#knock knock knock #knock on wood

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[shesalwaysthere]

Waiting Room

Joel x F!Reader

Chapter One: My Poor Parents’ Teenage Daughter

pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader

genre: no outbreak, explicit, fluff, angst, eventual smut

word count: 3.7k

summary: You come home from your term at UT for the summer to visit your parents. It’s your last summer close to home before you go up north and leave your family behind- but what happens when a teenage wet dream turns into something that could challenge your future?

warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT MINORS DNI, age gap, mentions of attraction when reader is younger (Joel is NOT attracted to reader when they are younger than 18), swearing, drunkenness, tommy being an asshole, no use of y/n

a/n: hey guys!! this is my first fic on here so if u have any tips please let me know! this was such a joy to write and i absolutely cannot wait to continue this story!! pls lmk what u think! <3

“be easy.

take your time.

you are coming

home

to yourself.”

— the becoming

Every day until you come home each June seems longer and longer until the departure day arrives. You love your school, UT has brought you so many new experiences and you truly feel like you’re ready for this new chapter in your life. But the long stretches of day that seem to go on forever don’t treat you kindly like home did.

Your journey home is, thankfully, a short one.

When you were younger, you dreaded going to college so close to home, your mind always so full of wanderlust, fantasizing about what the big, blue world would bring you. Austin was big, to be sure, but not big enough for you. You needed to soak up the Earth and everything it had to offer.

At twenty-two, you’re glad fifteen-year-old you didn’t make the decisions anymore. Within the first week of your freshman year, you missed your bed. You missed your mom blasting her songs through the house, and seeing your dad floating in the pool on the sweltering Texas days. Your family was crazy, loud, and crass, but the quiet of university gave you hives.

This summer was going to be the last before you traveled further north to Dallas to pursue the last leg of your degree. You were offered free room and board to finish your master's degree at a smaller school, and you were even granted an internship at which your mother screeched in excitement. You were thrilled to start your future, certainly, but this trip was expected to be a little… melancholy.

Your dad tried to convince you to let him drive you, but you insisted a two-way trip was a waste of gas, and you’d see him at home anyways. Home, you thought. Not for much longer, but home. Your old, rickety car sputtered on the half-hour drive, and you patted the poor steed’s dashboard reassuringly, almost as if it could be calmed by your hand. You did push the car’s limits by driving a bit too fast on the main roads, but you were just so, so eager to be home.

Once you finally reached the driveway, your parents were already rushing out the door, attacking you with an embrace, and you giggled happily, letting their warmth take over you. When they finally released you, you took notice of the massive – and very poorly painted – banner above the door, welcoming you home, with your name in big, messy letters drawn for the whole neighborhood to see. As you approached the door, you heard telltale sounds of… oh, God.

A party.

Before you could even protest, or remind your parents of the fact that you were a mess in nothing but a t-shirt and shorts, your hair was all messy, and your face made you look like the underside of a dumpster, they promptly shoved you inside as a cheer erupted from the crowd. Waves of family members shoved through to try and greet you first – aunts and uncles, cousins you’d missed, your sweet little nephew who’d been born four months before. There were even a few family friends you hadn’t seen in years, friends who must have traveled much too far just to see you. Your anxieties about your appearance faded as the energy in the room shifted. How silly you were to be so nervous. You felt surrounded by so much love, and honestly, it was just what you needed.

You almost don’t notice one of your childhood friends, Hannah, standing off to the side, as if she was patiently waiting for you to find her. You had wondered why she hadn’t been answering your texts for the past couple of weeks, then remembered fondly how she can’t keep a secret. You both share a look that nearly brings you to tears, overwhelmed by just the sight of her. You both look so… grown up.

You rush to her with arms outstretched, wrapping her in a tight embrace and laughing, overcome with joy. She pulls away to scan your face, nodding approvingly. “Damn, college did some good to you,” she laughs, holding your face for a moment, “maybe I should have followed you to UT, huh? Could’ve got this glow you have.”

Hannah is three years older than you. She was always so smart in school, and while it made you feel a little inferior, it also filled you with so much pride. She even tested into a program that earned her an associate’s degree when she graduated high school. She finished up her BA at community college even though she was offered several scholarships at many different colleges, all amounting to a number you could never dream of having. No full rides, though, and that was a dealbreaker for her parents. She’s down at the library, now, which you can only hope is something she loves.

You talk for a while, letting other folks come up to greet you and show praise for a few moments before you get too embarrassed and shoo them away. At one point, someone approaches from behind, covering your eyes. You feel them lean in all too close, their breath on your neck.

“Guess who,” they whisper, and you shiver.

If you didn’t know by the hands alone, the voice gives it all away. You pull away and smile wide, wrapping your arms around your dad’s closest friend for as long as you can remember, Joel Miller. Being the man he is, he lifts you up and spins you around, chuckling as you scream. He sets you back down and affectionately puts a hand on your shoulder. “Heya, kid. I’m real proud of you. I know how much this means to you. We’ll miss you down here.” You smile, your cheeks turning a light pink color as he walks away.

Your feelings for Joel are… complicated. He’s been around as far back as your memory goes, always there for your family when you needed him. Hell, he’d even come over when your dog ran out the door and you had to comb through the whole neighborhood to find her. You’d hop in the bed of his truck and shout her name until she came bounding towards you. He was there for birthdays, holidays, funerals…

He also made an occasional appearance in your teenage wet dreams.

It really isn’t your fault. He was consistently fit, handsome, caring, funny… he was the whole damn package and you couldn’t really ignore that as a teenage girl dreaming about prince charming. Joel wasn’t perfect, you knew that, but you loved that even more.

As you and Hannah watch him leave, she pokes you with her clawed finger, making you yelp and playfully slap her, pouting. She shakes her head at you. “What?” You cry, rubbing your arm where she poked you.

“You’re unbelievable,” she says, looking back at Joel. “He’s basically your uncle.”

“Ew, Hannah! Don’t say that, god, that’s so gross,” you say, shaking your head and covering your face. “Don’t make me feel worse! I can’t help this.”

Hannah, of course, knew all about your little crush on Joel and relentlessly teased you throughout the years for it. The teasing was well deserved, as it was silly to feel that way towards someone around 20 years your senior, but sometimes it got to you. It wasn’t like you were going to pursue him, he was just… one delicious fantasy that was stuck in your head.

“So, how’s Kevin?” you ask, trying to change the subject. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Hannah, but you know boy talk is her weakness, and you breathe a deep sigh of relief when she begins her ramble. The gossip doesn’t last too much longer, though, as your dad approaches you with a big smile, and you could tell by the look in his eyes he had some sort of surprise for you.

“Hey, nugget,” he smiles, making you roll your eyes at the nickname. “Come over here, I wanna talk to you about something.” You nod, giving Hannah’s hand a squeeze and smiling before walking away with your dad, intuiting that whatever he wants to talk about will take quite a while. You love him, but he’s something of a talker. He guides you through the sea of people in your living room to the back door, where more people have slowly gathered as the grill begins to work its magic and the crowd gets hungrier. Manning the grill was, of course, Joel.

Your dad leads you over to where he stands, Joel’s eyes not leaving the grill. ‘So serious about his hamburgers’, you think, smiling to yourself. Your dad claps him on the back and Joel jumps slightly, smiling at how surprised he was. He shoves your dad’s shoulder and your dad shakes his head. “This old fucker… well, he’s in desperate need of your help. See, the legal side of his contracting business is frankly a mess, and he won’t hire anyone thinkin’ it’s one big waste o’ money, or whatever.”

The two of them share a laugh, and despite how adorable your two favorite old men are, you find yourself growing increasingly impatient at their lack of to-the-pointness. You nod your head, crossing your legs in agitation. Your dad sighs and points to you knowingly.

“You’re good with that law aspect though, aren’t you? Making sure the… y’know, labor’s fair and the whole thing’s all up to code,” your dad says, scratching his nose. You know he has absolutely no clue what the hell he’s talking about, but he’s trying, and it gives you some semblance of warm joy at the thought. “I thought maybe… you could work for Joel this summer. Few months of real-world experience under your belt, get some decent pay… plus, the old man won’t be too hard on you, will ya, Joel?”

You bring your eyes back over to Joel, who’s clearly been a bit more affected by the alcohol than your dear old dad. His cheeks are red, his brow a bit sweaty (though that could be from the grill) and his lips pursed. You stop to wonder if someone so clearly messed up should be manning a grill, but the thought is stopped in its tracks as you notice something.

Joel is looking at you. I mean, really looking. Not in your eyes, no, at your face. Scanning you, drinking you in, like he’s looking at you for the first time. You feel your face get hot as his eyes go lower before slowly rolling their way back up, and he locks eyes with you, making you smile. He smiles back, which surprises you. It’s a smile that speaks to you. It tells you to be quiet, shushing you, keeping it a secret. You bite your lip, stifling a giggle as you look back at your dad.

You shrug. “I guess. As long as Joel knows the basics of everything, or has kept a file. You did have a lawyer when you started Miller Contracting, right?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at Joel playfully. He laughs too loud, taking another sip of his beer and nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m sure he kept the files somewhere around, I’ll get ‘em for you. As long as you’re comfortable workin’ with me.”

Your dad shoves him a bit. “Oh, c’mon, Miller, she’s fine. She’s known you most of ‘er life, long as you just treat her right and don’t saddle her with work like you do Tommy, she’ll be alright. And make sure Tommy keeps his hands to himself!” He half-shouts, busting out into more laughter as you turn red again.

You snap your eyes over to Joel who quickly averts his gaze to the floor, and you bite your lip in frustration.

“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll get along just fine,” you say. “And don’t worry, Dad. We’re both good with our hands in different ways.”

You couldn’t be certain, but you thought you saw Joel choke on his drink.

You decided to go formal. First day, new job, might as well look nice, right? Your little… outfit was a little form-fitting, but you’d go for it anyways. You gathered what you figured would be first-day essentials and rushed out the door before your parents woke up. You knew your parents would either make you late by celebrating it as if it was some massive deal, or they’d force you to stay until they were ready to take you themselves, and you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of either.

As you start your car, your phone dings with a little notification. You check, pleasantly surprised, as it’s a text from Joel.

ミ★

(9:08 am) Joel: Hey kid, here’s the address for the office.

(9:08 am) You: look at you, joel, all tech-savvy!

(9:10 am) Joel: Gotta remind me I’m old huh?

(9:11 am) You: now do an emoji for me

(9:11 am) Joel: I am not doing tricks for your pleasure.

(9:12 am) You: i’ll bring you a coffee.

(9:12 am) Joel: 🎪🤹🤡

☆彡

You smile, shaking your head at your goofy, old boss. You punch in the directions to your GPS app and begin the 15-minute (turned to a 25-minute to stop for coffee) trip to your new job. And with around 20 minutes to spare, you pat yourself on the back. Joel is already waiting for you when you walk in, giving you a look you cannot place, especially being distracted by carrying coffee with you. You shove your folders into Joel’s chest momentarily to regain your balance.

“Hey, sorry, hold this for a sec,” you say, pulling out Joel’s coffee and setting it on the desk behind him and sighing, grabbing your papers back. “Thanks. Um… you okay?” Your question is prompted by you taking notice of the look on his face – a sort of slack-jawed, wide-eyed look, like you’d walked in wearing nothing. You feel something tighten inside of you, cursing yourself for feeling so weak at a man looking at you like some kind of meal. You clear your throat, trying to push out a little awkward laugh. “What, you never seen me in nice clothes before?”

Joel clears his throat, smiling a little at himself. “Not since your prom dress,” he says, clearly poking fun at you, since you decided at seventeen that the best thing to wear to prom would be a bright pink dress that looked WAY better in the store than it did the day of, and you had to go in one of your mom’s old dresses. You grimace at the reminder, shoving Joel playfully for bringing it up. “Thanks for reopening that wound, asshole. To think that wasn’t even the worst part of prom,” you say, shaking your head at the memory. He gives you a confused look, making you shrug.

“You know, because I went with Harrison.” you say, gesturing for Joel to catch on. “He… was an asshole? He left me alone all night and made out with my friend when we got to Hannah’s house. Did Dad not tell you?”

Joel nods as if he understands, but he just looks more confused. “Really? Ken’s kid acted that way? Shit, that fuckin’ bonehead’s married now. Can’t imagine what that woman’s goin’ through now. If I’d known, woulda kicked the shit out of him.” He smirks, taking a sip of his coffee.

You laugh, covering your mouth like someone’s going to hear you. “Yeah, I bet you would have. All you would’ve had to do is look at him and he’d run, the pussy. Speaking of, I bet his wife’s real frustrated that he can’t make a woman come.” Joel chokes on his coffee a bit.

As if on cue, Tommy walks in, a customary Joel resting frown on his face that quickly turns to a smile when he sees you. His walk picks up into a jog as he approaches you, wrapping you up into a hug that is purely Tommy. He smells like he just got out of the shower, which is comforting in the most unidentifiable way. He leans away to get a look at you, smiling wide. “Joel told me you’d be here! Couldn’t shut the fuck up about it, in fact,” he says, giving Joel a teasing look, to which Joel responds with a frown.

Tommy looks back at you and puts his hand on your shoulder. “I’m gonna show you where you’re workin’. This old fart won’t remember where everything is, so I’m in charge of the tour. He’ll come along, though, don’t you worry.” You smile and nod, even though you’re a little confused about why you’d be worried about Joel not being there. Did Tommy know something? Did Hannah already tell the whole damn town? Before you can catastrophize anymore, Tommy walks ahead of both of you, leading you toward your station.

The consultation office is new to the company, but the building is definitely not. The only thing that doesn’t seem to be over a decade old is the floor- seemingly new tile, which Tommy comments about. Something along the lines of “out of our own damn pockets” and how it was “worth gettin’ rid of the suspicious carpet stains”. You say something about how Tommy better not bring any girls around and make more stains, which makes Joel laugh. You’re shown Joel’s consult area, Tommy’s area (which he doesn’t really explain, but based on the fact that it looks like a man cave, you assume going in there is a bad idea), a tiny coffee machine that looks like it’s older than the building itself, and finally, your office.

It’s bigger than Tommy’s. Hell, it’s bigger than Joel’s. Obviously, it’s still not huge, but there’s enough space for your desk, a little lounge, and a bookshelf. There are boxes of files on your desk, seemingly all set out for you to go through and organize. However, another box catches your attention. It has a picture frame, a little pencil cup, and a few other things one might have in their office inside of it- but it isn’t yours. You inspect it closer, seeing the picture is of Joel and Sarah. You turn to look at Joel, confused, as he leans against the doorframe.

“You gave up your office for me?”

He just shrugs. “Wasn’t usin’ it.”

You reel. It’s stupid and cheesy, but you do. You rack your brain for any indication before that he was doing this for you, but you can’t remember anything he might have done to reveal this. He wanted to surprise you.

Tommy looks back and forth between you and Joel, smiling knowingly. “He really wasn’t. This geezer spends most of his time out workin’ instead of in here, even though we got a whole group of guys doin’ the work for us.”

“Well, we didn’t start this shit to have other guys do it,” Joel combats, standing up straight. “You’re just a lazy ass now that we got more people. It’s still Miller Contracting, not… Miller and The Other Guys Contracting.”

You stifle a laugh. So does Tommy. Joel purses his lips frustratedly, which only breaks the damn. You laugh so hard you cry, the silliness of the joke rushing at you. Tommy laughs with you, sharing a look with you. It was so fucking stupid and you both knew it.

Joel finally laughs, too. Laughs so hard he has to grab his stomach, delighted at the idiotic joke he made.

You and Tommy silently agree not to mention it. You’re afraid he’ll stop.

Once your giggles finally settle, Tommy crosses his arms and says something about having to get back to someone who called earlier and he steps out of the office. And then there were two.

Joel watches you. He doesn’t say anything when Tommy leaves, just stands exactly where he’s been the whole time, stalking you, waiting for you to move. You don’t look at him. It unnerves you, making you conscious of your movement, but you want him to keep looking. You can’t explain what he’s doing, and you can’t even begin to explain what you’re doing either.

You walk around the room some more, admiring the view from the window, touching the shelves, et cetera. His eyes stay on you. You turn and face him, considering asking him what the hell he’s looking at, but his gaze stops you in your tracks. Goddamn him. You force a smile and bring your hands up to your arms, rubbing them lightly. “Little cold in here, huh?” you chuckle.

Joel just shrugs. “Better’n outside.”

You nod. The air is tense. And awkward.

He leans away from the doorframe and for a moment you think he’ll walk towards you, but he doesn’t. “Well, I’ll let you get settled. Let me or Tommy know if you need anything.”

And he’s gone.

You use the rest of the day to organize the files all piled and half-organized on your desk, not even having time to read them with the unidentifiable order, or lack thereof, of it all. You assume the guys leave halfway through the day when silence falls over the office. It isn’t unsettling in the slightest, but comforting in the way it reminds you of the quiet of your dorm. You hadn’t missed it yet, but you found yourself starting to. Maybe this would be a nice substitute.

When you find yourself hungry for lunch, you decide stretching your legs is a good idea and just go to get some. When you come back, Tommy’s truck is there, and both of their office doors are closed, so you know they’re back. When you walk back into your office, there’s something there you hadn’t left.

It’s a jacket. Pretty fuckin big, too- not chunky big, just stretched out like whoever was wearing it had been wearing it for a long time. There’s a little pink Post-it note attached to it, seemingly from the office.

Don’t go touching the thermostat. -J

Fucking Christ. You groan but put it on, silently grateful for the act of kindness. Still, a thought nudged at the back of your mind.

Is the whole summer going to be like this?

[no487]

post-dawntrail dashboard simulator

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Not even a princess, she's a queen PRIMA DONNA. Please, an gorgeous FAIRY. A honey bee with sparkle pixie dust . Honey B. Lovely is like an experiment to see what a butterfly could do after starving for flowers for 24 hours. Honey B. Lovely is so MAGNIFICENT, a fairy and a GODDESS.

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i love you honey b lovely pls go out w me!!!!!!!!!!

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most normal honey b. lovely stans

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Confession #9,523

zoraal ja was actually sexy when he wasn't threatening our lives and putting us in danger, only if he were still alive 💔

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Submitter, this is actually kinda insane!

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Hello, Alexandrians! I am a friend to all, and a worshiper of our Matron - Nophica. I would love to invite you to experience our cultures and customs here at Gridania in the Black Shroud! We are humble farmers interested in your agricultural technology, especially in a post-Allagan age. It will be an official event at the Amphitheatre approved of by the Elder Seedseer herself!

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[miumura]

moot games!

a moot/moots that could be a secret idol

a moot/moots who you enjoy talking to

a moot/moots you like seeing on your dashboard

a moot/moots you’d like to get to know more

wooo another moot game !!

1. @urszn + @soov

guys its true im their managers!!!! they r planning their debut!!!! idk i just get those vibes from u guys ?? rei could be a secret idol … maybe we if stop saying Kys and die it would be great ❤️ (jokes love u pooks Keep it going!! ure js keeping it real and i love u for that) . and esther??? IT JUST FITS PROVE ME OTHERWISE!!!

2. @flwoie + @haknom

i love talking to all my moots but these two LORDDD . they make me laugh sm its crazy.. sona and i have been like this 🤞 . i love js randomly appearing in her dms and js saying random bs… thanks for putting up w my shit sona ily 😊🫶 and KAYLAAA my little employee kdrama buddy hoon to my jake .. anything u can think of , we r that 😊❤️ shes so fun to talk to , instantly comfortable w/ her 🫶 prob one of the reasons i look forward to talking to / getting notifs from <3 love you pooks 🫶

3. ALL OF THEM??

i love all my moots posts like i be getting excited when they got something new to work on!!! i love seeing their msgs abt their daily lives too .. like idk its js updates that they r well 🫶

4. lots 😭😭

walmart enha + some others r the ones i interact w/ more on and out of blr so .. there r def moots i probably only followed back but we never interacted </3 or like moots i am intimidated to talk to bc wym im moots w someone that i read their works for my time on blr…??? feels like a dream if im gonna be honest.. so guys pls ttm ill give u my disc insta anything 🙏🙏🙏 would love to know u guys more !!

[madame-mongoose]

sending u this ask bcus u said to send u asks !!!!!!!!! also.... are your art trades open.. also also, this is the anon that talks about seeing you on my dashboard to my friend.. we still think your cool and appreciate ur existence on our dashes pls have a great start to 2024

Ah not currently no :( I'm like super busy all the time I only really have time for personal arts :(

Also aaaaaa sniffles,,, thinks I am cool,,, anon 🥺💖 no you and your friend are cool!!! Shush

[awesomekittyparty]

Howdy! Just passing by to say hi. It's so strange to me to find other fictives from my source nowadays, so i felt the need to! Especially other (adult) alpha kids. Also worth mentioning that your art is simply fantastic! I enjoy seeing it pop around my dashboard from time to time. Have a good one! -J.

GEEZ I FORGOT TO RESPOND TO THIS?????????? HAIIII. HAI HAI MEEOW HAI HELLO Ths message turned me into the cheesing warlock

Hi hello howdy mysteriosu J in my little mailbox. :3 <- thats me reading this anx smiling suuuuper big and happy)

I know fr what u mean tho!!! Its hard finding other introjects from our sessions in my age group so seeing YOUUUU id strange (in a good way) to me too ! So happy we coild like bump into eachother on the big wide interwebs like this tho!!!

AND UR TOO SWEET HEHEHE 😸😸😸 thank you thank yyyyy i appreciate tht u like mai works i will keep drawing for u just for that !! PLS FEEL FREE TO MESSAGE ME AGAIN anytiem fr ;3 but tysm for this one it mafe me so happy and i hope ur day is going soooo awesome J 😽🩷

[huggingkoalas]

Hiya!! U were so smart about skateboarding Vanessa….you gotta write something now

👁️👁️

Maybe y/n and Vanessa are skating buddy’s and they confess feelings? Maybe smut if u want too

𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | vanessa shelly

pairing — ‧₊˚ skateboarder!vanessa shelly x fem!reader

summary — ‧₊˚ confesses her feelings for you at the skatepark but faces a wave of jealousy when she sees a man by your side.

word count — ‧₊˚ 1.9k

warning(s) — ‧₊˚ angst, fluff, jealousy, teasing, pet names

author’s note — ‧₊˚ italics = vanessa’s inner monologue and memories. no smut this time because i wanted to give vanessa some well-needed love <3 this fic is inspired by this post :)

Vanessa pressed the emergency button, the indicators on the dashboard ticking softly. She steered her police car to the right and parallel-parked it by the sidewalk. She shifted the gearshift from ‘D’ to ‘P’ and applied the handbrake. Her hands remained on the steering wheel at the two and ten o’clock positions, clenching and unclenching her fingers on the leather material. She huffed as she leaned back against the backrest, closing her eyes.

Today’s the day. 

The day she would confess her feelings to you. 

Vanessa raised the collar of her sweater to her nose and breathed in its comforting scent - an unmistakable smell of you. You had given her the brown sweater a few days ago when she had walked you home late at night. Even when you’d told her you didn’t mind walking home alone, she’d insisted, saying she 'just wanted to make sure you were safe’ and that ‘it was part of her job as a police officer’. You felt guilty when you saw her shivering in the cold and offered your sweater, hoping it would warm her up. You told her to keep it because it looked good on her. Your familiar scent calmed her immediately. She let out a shaky breath as she opened her eyes and glanced at the skate park outside the window to her right.

What’s the worst that could happen, right?

But everything and anything could go wrong.

What if you didnt’t reciprocate her feelings?

What if you didn’t want to be friends with her anymore?

Vanessa felt her nerves returning. Her hands felt clammy. She groaned and breathed deeper into the sweater. 

Calm down.

Just.. tell her.

If she doesn’t want to be with you anymore, then..

Vanessa frowned at the thought of being ‘just friends’ with you. She knew she couldn’t bear not having you in her life. You were the light in the darkness. You taught her so much about feelings and love and that it was okay to be herself. Every time she looked into your eyes, she’d feel butterflies erupting in her stomach. You were the only person who could bring her high defensive walls into rubble. 

Vanessa had needed some time to come to terms with the fact that she had fallen in love with you. When she realized she was attracted to you, she couldn’t stop burying her face in her pillow and screaming. Vanessa was unsure of her ability to love anyone, much less someone as unique and special as you. She closed her eyes once again and sighed. She thought back to her first meeting with you. It felt like such a distant memory.

Vanessa let out a ‘tsk’ as she slammed the doors of her police car. The bright afternoon sun blinded her face. She squinted her eyes, adjusting to the sunlight. She was called to the skatepark for noise disturbance. She rolled her eyes as she remembered the dispatch call she got from her radio.

“Dispatch to Patrol One.”

“Patrol One.”

“Noise disturbance, 107 W Pioneer Street. The caller advises one female subject is in the skatepark playing loud music.”

“Patrol One to Dispatch - Show me on scene.”

Vanessa turned to the car window and looked at herself in the reflection. She ran her fingers over her blouse, straightening it to seem more professional. She hated receiving calls for noise control. They were always a waste of time. 

After Vanessa had spruced up her appearance, she glanced at the skatepark and surveyed the surroundings. At least she was called to this place. She was familiar with the location. She often drove past the skatepark from the police station to her house after work.

Vanessa noticed you doing tricks on your skateboard at the park. As she followed the path to the park, she heard music that got louder and louder the closer she got. She immediately recognized the song playing because it was one of her favourites.

At least the woman had good taste in music.

Vanessa crossed her arms and leaned her right shoulder against a lamppost in front of the skatepark, tilting her head in amazement at the tricks you were doing.

You stood facing away from Vanessa, wiping the sweat from your brow and feeling your chest heave as you executed a successful rail flip. You performed several skateboard tricks, including a frontside tailslide and a nollie hardflip. Loud music was played on a portable Bluetooth speaker that fastened to your belt loop with a carabiner. With the skatepark deserted, you thought it was okay to play your music louder than usual.

You carefully place your foot on the tail of the skateboard and push it down until it touches the ground. You grab the nose of the plywood board, pick it up, and tuck it under your arm. The sun was getting too hot, so you figured it was time to take a break. You felt someone staring at you from behind and turned to pay attention to the blonde woman in the police uniform.

Shit, she’s hot.

Vanessa sauntered towards you, her hands resting on her utility belt. She tried to keep a calm expression as she approached you. 

“Good afternoon, Officer.” You greeted, your warm smile extending a friendly welcome.

“Afternoon, Ma’am. I was called here because you were playing your music too loud. Could you kindly lower the speaker volume, please?” Vanessa addressed, her gaze drawn to the speaker fastened to your belt loop.

“Ah, sorry. I won’t let it happen again.” You replied, glancing down and promptly adjusting the volume knob to zero.

Vanessa’s scrutiny lingered over your physique, appreciating how the radiant sunlight accentuated your features. Despite the perspiration on your face and arms, she couldn’t deny your angelic quality. As your eyes met hers, a newfound confidence surged through you when you realized she was staring at you, again.

“Like what you see, Officer?” You offered Vanessa a mischievous smirk.

“If you want, I wouldn’t mind showing a pretty girl a trick or two on the skateboard.”

Vanessa’s eyes widened at your proposition and flirty banter, taking a moment to ponder her response.

Well, there weren’t a lot of calls today, and she always wanted to try skateboarding once, so...

“Yeah, sure. Just make sure I don’t end on the ground.” Vanessa warned, her demeanour relaxing with a playful smile gracing her lips.

Vanessa got out of the police car and grabbed her skateboard from the trunk. You had successfully convinced her to get a skateboard by playfully suggesting that she might inadvertently destroy your precious skateboard. It was also a good way for her to practice in her own time. You dragged Vanessa to a skateboard store and helped her pick out the perfect board. In the end, she chose a skateboard with a cute little bunny design.

Remember your lines. Just tell her how you really feel.

She walked down the path to the skate park with her head down, rehearsing her speech. She didn’t want to mess it up. After all, it was the first time she was confessing to anyone. As the path turned from rocky terrain to the smooth concrete of the park, she glanced up.

“Pfft, Mike. I’ve got this covered, trust me.” You exclaimed, throwing your head back with a laugh.

“Yeah, sure you do. Come on, I’ll teach you. It’s a simple trick to learn, and we’ve got the time. It’ll barely take ten minutes.” Mike bumped his shoulder with yours, his hands reaching up to ruffle your hair.

Vanessa, standing a few feet away, pressed her lips together tightly. A subtle tension seemed to hang in the air as her gaze lingered on the exchange between you and Mike. Her expression remained unreadable, but a twinge of jealousy crept in, evident in the slight narrowing of her eyes. She tightened her grip on her skateboard.

“We both know that’s not true. The moment we get on our skateboards, we won’t stop for a few hours. And I’m not free anyways, I’m here waiting for Vanes-” You began, turning to the side, your eyes lighting up as you caught Vanessa standing nearby.

“She’s here, now shoo. I don’t want to see you here anymore.” You grabbed Mike's shoulders and turned him around, gently pushing him away.

“Fine, fine. We can skate next time. I’ll see you back home, and I’ll buy you Chinese food for dinner. See you later.” Mike waved you off, walking in Vanessa's direction.

“Mike.” Vanessa gave Mike a thin-lipped smile. She didn’t know what Mike’s relationship with you was and adopted a cautious stance. She knew him from her regular patrols to Freddy’s Fazbear’s Pizzeria, but she didn't know him well enough to consider him friends yet.

Mike’s not your boyfriend, right?

And why does he live with you?

“Officer Vanessa.” Mike replied, giving a single nod towards her way as he walked past her.

Vanessa didn’t like the fact that you felt so comfortable with Mike. She could feel the unease settling in her stomach.

Shit, I’ve never asked her if she’s taken or not.

“Nessy! You texted me telling me you wanted to see me?” You exclaimed, jogging over to her with your skateboard in hand.

“Yeah, I, um, wanted to tell you something.” Vanessa stammered and her shoulders stiffened. “Do you want to sit down somewhere?”

Noticing Vanessa’s unusual behaviour, you smiled reassuringly and nodded. You figured it must be important if she was behaving so strangely. She led you to one of the skatepark’s grind rails and sat down, placing her skateboard in front of her. She tapped the space next to her and signalled for you to sit down.

“Everything alright, Nessy? Did something happen at work?” You inquired, picking up her hand and interlacing your fingers with hers. 

Vanessa’s heart began beating faster as you held her hand. “I- Work was fine. It’s just..” Vanessa sighed, casually draping her legs over her skateboard and gently rocking it side to side. “Who was that earlier?” She tried her best to seem as casual as possible, but you noticed the jealousy immediately. 

“Aww, are you jealous?” You teased, your head lowering to rest on her shoulder. You looked up at her through your lashes. “That was my brother. I’ll introduce you to Mike next time if you’d like. You looked so shy earlier, do you have a crush on him?”

Well, thank god he’s not your boyfriend at least.

“N-No. I’ve met him before during my patrols. And he’s not my type.” Vanessa fumbled her words, shaking her head exasperatedly.

You’re the one I want, not him.

“Hmm.. what’s your type then? Do you prefer blondes? Redheads?” You thought out loud, giggling. 

“I’m-in-love-with-you-and-I-really-want-to-be-your-girlfriend.” Vanessa blurted out, averting her gaze from yours.

So much for rehearsing my lines.

Your posture initially stiffened, a moment of surprise flickering across your face, but then you relaxed. A warm chuckle escaped you as you rubbed your thumb gently over the back of Vanessa’s hand.

Shit, did I fuck this up? Is she trying to lessen the blow?

“I can’t believe you beat me to it. I was going to bring you out to a nice restaurant and ask you out.” You teased, maintaining a lighthearted tone.

Vanessa’s eyes flickered with a mix of relief and anticipation as she met your gaze. You could see the vulnerability in her expression.

“I’d love nothing more than for you to be my girlfriend, love.” You said softly, a new nickname rolling off your tongue.

A genuine smile reached Vanessa’s eyes, her nervousness transforming into joy. “Really?” She asked, almost breathless.

“Absolutely.” You affirmed, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.

Vanessa leaned in, closing the distance between you with a soft, lingering kiss. As you both pulled back, a smile played on her lips. 

You narrowed your eyes, a playful smirk on your face as you recognized the brown sweater she was wearing.

“Is that my sweater?”

[wonusite]

uh hello are my eyes deceiving me or is that a new nalani fic on my dashboard?! omg i missed u so much🥹🥹

where do i even start with licentious… everything was so hot and perfect from start to finish🥵 the amount of detail you put in honestly made the fic feel infinite and i just didn’t want it to end. the fact that they kept going when i almost thought that they were done is so 😩😵‍💫 and the use of the “bunny” petname was so precious yet so dirty too 🫠

i loved every word of licentious but my favorite line that you wrote is definitely “daddy’s gonna mold your pretty pussy so no one else” 🫶

also that ending threw me off guard?!?! i was NOT expecting daddy gyu and daddy wonu exisiting in the same universe (even tho it makes perfect sense) but now the thought of both of them at the same time makes me 10x crazier… HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BE OKAY WITH THIS

nalani, no one writes infidelity/age gap/daddy kink quite like you<3 licentious was absolutely amazing. i love uuuuu 🫢💗

you’re actually making me feel all mushy inside! 🤍

and this is what happens when i write while feral lmao. i’m glad you liked the filth i wrote. tbh being called bunny is like cute yet hot that i couldn’t resist adding it in. and stop that line is one of my faves bc it’s so possessive and dirty like i can see wonu saying that so easily.

also ofc those two deviants would be besties lmao. it just fit perfectly bc they would find each other in any universe (even the depraved ones i create lmao). pls feel free to keep going feral bc i definitely still am!

thank you for reading and sending this in it really means so much to me! i love you more bb 🥺💜

[bruisedconscience-reblogs]

my art.. getting 11 likes... and 2 reblogs... pls my crops nobody is gonna see it 😭😭😭 use ur dashboards folks!!! how do u think stuff gets on your dashboard!!!!!!

[justmehernthemoon]

i am a simple person. i see a teapot on tumblr dot com, i want to buy the teapot, the teapot cannot be found anywhere, and then i am sad .

[leefics]

hi love! hand holding (#34) with jhope pls hehe thank you!

- 🤎

prompt / hand-holding (#34); “holding hands while driving.” pairing / hoseok x idol!reader genre / first date kind of fluff word count / 965 words warnings / none lee’s notes / tell me why it took googling stock photos of hand holding in the car to get inspo for this drabble 😭 anyways, i hope u like it! 🤎

"thank you for picking me up, sunbae." you say, giving hoseok a smile as you get into the car.

you close the door beside you, slightly shrinking into the rather large interior of his hyundai palisade.

hoseok simply chuckles at your statement, grabbing a pillow from the back of the car. "no worries," he replies, "besides, isn't that what people do on dates?" he jokes, making you let out a soft chuckle.

"i guess you're right." you say, giving him a sheepish smile.

just last week, when both of your groups were on music bank, jimin had taken the liberty of introducing himself to you while you were both lined up in the cafeteria.

after getting to know you better, he unexpectedly introduced you to his group, emphasizing that you meet hoseok specifically. once you were both introduced, he had made, (or practically forced) hoseok to ask you out on a date, telling him that you two would make a great pair. and well, when he finally asked, you were a bit too shy to refuse.

"here, it might make you a bit more comfortable." hoseok suddenly says, snapping you out of your trance.

you blink in surprise as he lays a pillow on your lap. "oh," you say, "thank you, sunbae." you mumble, a light pink color tinting your cheeks.

he simply smiles at you, "the place we're going to is a bit far from here, so feel free to make yourself comfortable." he says, starting the car. "you ready to go?"

you smile and nod, hoseok smiling back before he begins driving.

"so, uh—" he says after a few moments of silence, "you wanna play some music?"

you nod, letting out a soft laugh. "sure," you mumble, grabbing the aux cord from his dashboard.

you plug your phone in, unconsciously pursing your lips in focus. as you do, you don't notice hoseok slyly glancing at you, a small amused smile gracing his face.

"you can play anything, (y/n)." he says with a chuckle, "i won't judge."

you smile sheepishly at this, finally settling on a song. as you press the play button, yanghwa BRDG begins flowing through the speakers, making hoseok let out a small smile.

as the traffic light hits red, his eyes travel towards you, the smile on his face growing as he sees you softly sing along as you gazed at the cars driving by.

his eyes travel down to your lap, brows raising in surprise when he sees your hands slightly shivering. "you alright?" he asks, watching as your eyes met his. "your hands seem to be shaking a little."

you look downwards, letting out a soft chuckle. "no, the temperature is fine." you reply, smiling. "i just tend to get a bit fidgety when i'm nervous."

hoseok nods understandingly, a small concerned frown forming on his face. "i understand, our maknae tends to act similar when he's nervous too." he explains, driving when the light turns green.

you glance downwards, "well, at least he has you guys to help him." you reply, a small smile on your face.

he chuckles at this, nodding. "that's true," he says, "and well, i'm sure it's the same with you and your bandmates."

you nod as well, sighing happily as you recall your members. as songs continue playing through the speakers, hoseok slyly glances towards you again, frowning when he sees your hands still seem to be shaking.

"you know," he starts, "you can grab my hand if you want. it might help."

“o-oh,” you mumble, glancing towards him. “really?”

hoseok laughs at your reaction, nodding. “jin-hyung and i do it with guk. he says it helps.” he explains, bringing his palm out.

“well, i guess..” you mumble, voice trailing off as you place your shaky hand on top of his.

you quickly blush at the warmth of his hand, as well as how his rather large fingers easily envelope yours. he gently intertwines your hands, placing them on the space between you two.

“is this okay?” he asks, giving you a small smile.

you nod, smiling back at him. “yes, it’s nice. thank you sunbae.”

upon seeing your smile, hoseok swallows, looking straight ahead as he clears his throat. “no problem,” he says, a slight pink hue on the tip of his ears.

the two of you sit in comfortable silence as the current song ends. when the phone automatically plays the next song, you suddenly stiffen upon hearing the familiar intro.

“wanna be loved,” jungkook sings, his voice echoing the speakers as the tune of their song like fills the car.

“oh my god,” you mumble, shutting your eyes closed.

you embarrassingly cover your face as hoseok laughs at the song, glancing towards you with a grin. “wah, you have good taste, (y/n).” he teases, smiling as he sees you blush.

“god, this is so embarrassing,” you mumble with a groan, leaning your head back the seat.

hoseok continues chuckling at your reaction, even going as far as bringing the volume up. “kyah, i haven’t heard this song in ages. you really dug up our discography, huh?”

you laugh at this, shaking your head at him. “it’s a good song, okay?” you say with a laugh, “anyways—are we almost there?” you ask, trying to distract hoseok from your growing flush.

he simply smiles at this, nodding his head. “just a few more minutes.” he replies, lightly caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.

you nod, looking towards the window. suddenly, hoseok taps your hand, causing you to look his way.

“say, you don’t happen to have no more dream on your phone, do you?” he jokes, making you let out another groan of embarrasment.

“sunbae, let me be please.” you say with a laugh, hoseok laughing with you.

[megumei]

when you accidentally walk in on them changing

feat. gojo satoru , yuuji itadori , megumi fushiguro , nobara kugisaki , toge inumaki , maki zenin , kento nanami x gender neutral! reader.

genre. fluff (?) , humor.

a/n. ive been seeing a lot of these posts on my dashboard and i wanted to try writing one myself lol <3

— gojo satoru this little piece of shit gladly welcomes you in, “oh hey y/n what are you doing here ?” he’d ask still shirtless. he would definitely try to make conversation with you and would be enjoying the flustered look on your face. it wasn’t until you two heard someone knock on the door that he finally decided to let you out. he would definitely walk out with u and smirk at the person on the other side of the door as they stared at you with wide eyes.

— yuuji itadori ok, he kinda like forgets he’s changing or something and greets you with a grin and proceeds to ask you how your day was going while putting on a pair of pants and his shirt. he would continue to talk about random things like animal videos and shit and totally forgets that he was even changing in the first place and looks so confused when he sees your red face. “hey are you okay ? your face is really red.”

— megumi fushiguro he immediately turns red and is like, really shocked and just freezes. he just nods really awkwardly as you apologize profusely. he put on his clothes as quickly as he could before walking out to find gojo standing there. “hey, didn’t y/n come out this door too ?” he would ask with a smirk. megumi literally had to restrain himself from punching him. he probably would try to avoid you for a the rest of the day bc he’s very embarrassed :( pls comfort him !

— nobara kugisaki please she would probably say something like, “oh y/n ! perfect timing, which shirt do you think goes better with these pants ?” and then she would proceed to hold them up to give you a better view, forgetting that she wasn’t completely dressed yet. she would definitely ask you to rate her outfits and wouldn’t let you leave, insisting that she needed you to help her decide on something to wear.

— toge inumaki probably screeches “bonito flakes !” really loudly. like megumi, he would be really shocked and would have a very obvious blush on his face. you both would probably be really flustered. he reassured you (i hope you find salmon reassuring !) that it was okay when you started apologizing to him, quickly running out of the room afterwards.

— maki zenin i feel like she would be embarrassed but would also yell at you and call you a pervert </3 she would be frozen in shock at first but comes to her senses and starts screaming at you to get out with a red face. please don’t make fun of her if you don’t want to get hurt 😩

— kento nanami would kinda be like maki but not as loud. he was putting on his pants when you barged in and froze midway. he was just kinda staring at you for a second before he quickly putting his pants on. he would watch you apologize before asking you to leave, he would reassure you and let you know that it’s fine though. he wouldn’t scream but instead ask you politely to get the fuck out </3

[ficsforeren]

Hey, while we hype up Rockstar eren and y/n's relationship, I just want to highlight y/n and porco's friendship. Pls, I hc that he's like an older brother to her. Pieck and y/n include him in their coffee or road trip dates. He'll often volunteer to be designated driver. Imagine all three of them in the car, wearing sun glasses as they head over to this bazaar near the beach. Porco's at the wheel, pieck Pieck's called shotgun, and y/n sits in the middle of the backseat like a little kid 😭. Pieck does the thing where u put ur phone on the dashboard and record ur friends jamming out to the radio, and I bet Porco makes it a challenge to out-sing y/n and they're so caught up, going at it that it just becomes hilarious and pieck cannot control her laughter. Imagine porco rapping some doja cat. I'd pay to see it. Anyways, this hc lives rent-free in my head, your honor. While I love the chemistry of the main couples in books, I think that really close friendships are really underrated as well ❤️❤️

AAAAAHHHHHHHH

[sukirichi]

Sukiiiiii!! It’s been loongg-ish—sorry for not being able to play genshin with u tho whdiwhdiwniss I usually see u offline when I go on

This is kinda late too since I think the current chapter hype is done but it also has its benefits tho AHAHHAHAHAHA anywhoo this might get kinda long so *clears throat*

U DONT KNOW HOW SHOCKED I WAS, THAT MY TUMBLR WAS SUDDENLY EXPLODING IN NOTIFS—Upon reading them, it was about DTD—I LITERALLY FREAKED OUT AND IMMEDIATELY LOOKED FOR THE LATEST UPDATE

Like I see people raging and fangirling left and right in my dashboard—I knew I had to immediately read the current update

You don’t know how much I laughed at the ending—It was just so satisfying after the pain that YN had to go thru snsidneondowndojw—tbh I have mixed feelings with Oikawa—poor Maiko, but I see Oikawa stans rising from left and right—Im afraid it has rubbed off on me for a bit bc as I was thinking up of this angst story—I was like “Now, who should the guy be?” My mind immediately shouted “OIKAWA” now the thing is Oikawa aint even my favorite Character HAHAHAHAHAHA

OKAY THEN WHEN I SAW U ANSWERING THE PRINCES TYPE IN WOMEN—When I literally saw Kita’s I went “Screw being a princess like YN LET ME BE A MAID LIKE AIRI PLEASE MY KITAAAAA 😩😩😩😩” and upon seeing them I literally went “Yeah it’s safe to say I won’t be their type (Kita included) :”DD

Okay and also Im too lazy to reread the whole thing, but can u confirm pls confirm if I recall correctly—Iris is merely their childhood friend, and she has no royal blood—making her unfit to marry any of the princes—cuz she’s from Itachiyama???? and she married Kiyoomi to keep some royal secret that can stir a major scandal. Tbh I might be mixing it up with the old DTD 🤡🤡🤡🤡

ORAYT DAZ ALL FROM ME SUKII KEEP SAFE AND ALWAYS STAY HEALTHY AND HYDRATEDDD!!

With lots of love,

-🎧

HEADPHONES ANON! ah sorry about that, you were online the other day but i had to log out because i was being called 😭

also yes omg we have oikawa stans here and I LOVE THEM. i’m gonna keep all oikawa stans in my pocket and feed them tooru x yn crumbs. LMAOOO oikawa might just be your fav prince tho, i hope! he’s my favorite here because his character (for me, anyways) is just !! he’s amazing. i love him. in another universe i would have wished we loved him instead. 

and no omg you would be their type!! just be a good person and you’re bound to be noticed by one of them! for iris, though, she’s not exactly a childhood friend. she met the princes in high school so they were all nearly adults then (like 16-18) and has no royal or noble blood. legally speaking, she’s not allowed to marry a royal family member because she’s a citizen from itachiyama. kiyoomi was allowed to be prince because his father, the king, never married his mother and royal children with itachiyama blood/citizenship don’t really fall into the clause of the law marrying a royal or a noble. kiyoomi is already part of the royal family as a birthright.

STAY SAFE ALWAYS TOO AND KEEP HYDRATED!! i’m genuinely sorry if i’m annoying on genshin because i often ask to play but then i’m offline for hours  😭