#reposting this here without really editing it much so sorry if it's a bit messy!

[mirror-ralsei]

THEORY: The Ink Blot Test & Symmetry in UTDR

This isn't as much of a typical theory as it is pointing out a design element that I think really needs more discussion: the distinctive style used in certain visuals in the game.

It's actually kind of difficult for me to describe. But there seems to be a recurring style used across many enemies and their weapons. This style is typically white in color, and typically very ornate and detailed-looking. It's easy to pick out because most of the shapes in Undertale/Deltarune's sprites are more simple...and because of one fact: all of these designs look symmetrical.

Here are the places I noticed this style appearing. Hopefully as you look at these, you can understand what I mean by a particular “ornate, symmetrical look”:

Reaper Bird's overworld appearance

Reaper Bird's body

Asriel's CHAOS BUSTER

Final Froggit

POSSIBLE: Knight Knight's Good Morningstar (listed here as “hammer”)

POSSIBLE: Memoryheads (they're in 3/4 view and melting-looking so it's harder to tell, but notice the curly parts and comb-teeth-like parts)

Gaster Blasters (using the unused version since it's easier to notice the style without the eyes)

(While most of these designs are technically not symmetrical if you look closely, they all definitely give the impression of being so.)

There's some other possible references to this style, but I'm just going to focus on the more distinct ones for now. And even some of the ones I've listed are debatable. If I had to pick just a few, I'd use Reaper Bird, their overworld sprite, and CHAOS BUSTER as the definitive examples.

So it's taken me a couple years of not quite being able to place why this style felt so familiar. At first I thought they might look like fractals...

...but that wasn't quite it. Finally, all of a sudden, I put my finger on it.

This design style reminds me of Rorschach blots.

For anyone who doesn't know, the Rorschach test is a psychological test involving the subject looking at inkblots and determining what these patterns look like to them. As you can see, the inkblots are very intricate and symmetrical - just like the examples above.

How does this connect to Undertale? Not too much. But Deltarune? Possibly a lot! Maybe that's the reason most of the instances where this style appears seem connected to Deltarune in some way.

For starters, inkblots are black and white. Specifically, they're black patterns on a white background. So far, every instance of these inkblot-like designs in UT/DR have been the inverse of this: they're all white patterns on dark or black backgrounds. We know light and dark have meaning in Deltarune, so this makes sense.

The ink blots' meaning are what you make of it. Your brain determines what real world things this abstract ink on paper looks like to you. This seems like it could tie into the concept behind the Dark Worlds, and how they seem like “interpretations” of items in real life: For example, the Halloween Pencil becomes a SpookySword. (It's possible the ShadowCrystals may play on this “perception” idea a bit too, but we don't know yet.)

Doctor Gaster seems to be conducting tests on us (Sound Test, SURVEY_PROGRAM, etc.) to observe our feedback. This thematically fits with this whole Rorschach blot test reference. I'm not sure if “WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK?” from Entry 17 and the egg man's flavor text 'What do you think?” are necessarily connected to this at all, but it does happen to fit the theme, lol.

All right, so we've established that there seems to be a symmetrical-looking style. We theorized that maybe they were supposed to evoke a similar look to Rorschach blot tests.

Now we're going to speculate even further.

So why exactly was this Rorschach blot looking style chosen? I think this symmetrical look might be based around reflections. After all, Deltarune involves a Light World and Dark World that reflect each other. And there are actually a few important references to reflections across Undertale and Deltarune.

Kris first appeared in Undertale as the PC's reflection in a puddle if Undertale is being run in Debug mode (Video by marxvee)

Reaper Bird is encountered in a mirror

Asriel and Kris' sides of their room are almost perfectly symmetrical in terms of layout and furniture

Kris' room in Ralsei's Castle has mirrored sprites of Asriel's trophies

The File Select text before Chapter 1's completion states “CHOOSE THE TARGET FOR THE REFLECTION” when copying a file, “IT IS IMMUNE TO ITS OWN IMAGE” when trying to copy a fiile onto itself, and “IT CONFORMED TO THE REFLECTION” when overwriting a file with a copied one

Mettaton NEO's attack is incredibly high but defenses are low, Spamton NEO's defense is incredibly high but attack is low

Gaster's motif of “666” is “mirrored” by 999: 999 appears in multiple places, eg. Chara's attack, stats of Grandpa Semi were “atk: 99999, df: 99999, hp: 999” (pointed out by LeedleLel's comment on this video by Lil' Alien).

The background of Jevil's fight is a mirrored image of a carousel.

The mirrored sinks in the right hospital room read “(It's a regular sink.)” and “(It's a clone of the other sink.)” Also: “(Perhaps there was originally one tall sink that was cut in half to create both of them.)”

All leg options in the GONER_MAKER are identical except the final one, which is mirrored. (pointed out by Shayy via Semi Frequent Undertale Facts)

The background of the GONER_MAKER itself is mirrored.

The background of the Asriel Dreemurr fight is mirrored.

The strange fog graphic before Papyrus' battle appears mirrored.

"I can't get any closer to the camera, I can't even see...my...little reflection." from the Spamton Sweepstakes

POSSIBLE: Gaster's belly face (upside down, details are white on black background, where Gaster's main face are black on white background)

POSSIBLE: Hot Fridge (inverse of the function of a normal fridge. look this one's loose lol, only including it because Alphys invented it and fridges are tied to Asgore's egg fridge, Snowdrake's mother, the Sans fridge call, and maybe the unused “rustfridge” in the Trash Zone (a place rife with possible Deltarune references))

POSSIBLE: Unused rooms 123 and 321 (123 is a relatively accessible unused room with interesting dialogue and 321 is...dark, and "empty").

So notably, the places we find this reflection motif in Undertale seem mostly connected to Deltarune: Kris is the PC of Deltarune, Reaper Bird is tied to Deltarune through Everyman, Mettaton NEO is similar to Deltarune's Spamton NEO, and Gaster is...well, probably the one who gave us our SURVEY_PROGRAM in the first place. Even the more tenuous examples of reflections seem plausibly Deltarune-related, such as the fridge Fun call and the Gaster belly face in Spamton's dumpster and a reflected dark room.

I'd like to expound a little bit on the File Select and sink dialogues. Both of these seem to be playing with a concept that could explain this reflection motif.

Copying a file in the File Select seems to mean we are “reflecting” it onto another slot: “CHOOSE THE TARGET FOR THE REFLECTION.” We cannot copy a file onto itself because “IT IS IMMUNE TO ITS OWN IMAGE.” If we overwrite an existing file with a copied one, “IT CONFORMED TO THE REFLECTION.” Interestingly, though, if you copy a file into an empty slot... “THE DIVISION IS COMPLETE.”

Not multiplying the file - dividing it in two. The original file is also implied to be changed in some way by this, because if you cancel the action of copying a file into an empty slot, “IT RETAINED ITS ORIGINAL SHAPE.” Meaning it would not have retained its original shape if it were copied.

The flavor text for the “cloned” sinks reflects this (hah) exactly. “(It's a regular sink.)” and “(It's a clone of the other sink.)” are followed by “(Perhaps there was originally one tall sink that was cut in half to create both of them.)” Aside from being relevant to the only tall sink we know of, Papyrus' in Undertale, this seems to be setting up a concept of “reflections” representing “an original being divided in two.”

That's about as far as I can take this with the context we have now. We don't know what exactly this reflection/division concept will mean in the plot of Deltarune, as it hasn't showed its hand yet. We don't know if the resemblance of that one recurring style to inkblots is intentional or just coincidence. But at least we have some possible explanation for why these motifs of symmetry and reflections keep showing up.

[caelanglang]

once i opened twt to this lmao (hey i was properly credited tho… *insert clown emoji and music*)

jokes aside i know that this is a weird anon whose accounts disappear after a whole but wow their dedication is wow i see zero traces of chuuya lol)

there is so much art reposting (and subsequent reposted art sharing) in this fandom. Is that a topic that fell off the face of the earth in the late 2010s and no one took the time to explain to you why and how you shouldn't do it?

First, reposting art means saving or copying the art to create a new post and/or putting it on another platform yourself. On tumblr, reblogging (the two arrows 🔄) is not reposting, as the original poster is still directly linked to it.

Reposting art without asking the artist's permission is rude more often than not. Many artists even have a "do not repost" warning on their page.

Why is this rude? There are a vast range of reasons, and the first one is always because the artist, a person, expressed a wish, and that's on you to respect it.

Other reasons include, for example, fanartists wanting to see the fandom's feedback and be inspired to continue to share (shaking hands with the fanfic writers), artists needing the word-of-mouth advertising as they depend on commissions and/or independent shops income for living, and just generally wanting to keep their own stuff close.

As fellow fans and/or art enjoyers, not having clear credit and link back to the artist is also sad and frustrating. What if we wanted to see more? What if there was a whole collection of similar things and we'll never know?

I know you want to share the cute art you saw elsewhere specifically because you liked it, and it comes from a place of love. I get that. You could share it with your friends behind closed door (ex: private discord server), or post a link to the art and the artist instead of posting the piece on its own.

On a case-by-case basis, you can ask an artist if you can repost their art. Some will allow it under certain conditions! Your responsibility is to respect their wishes. That is a person sharing their creation. Be nice.

"credit to the artist" is not credit.

"I don't know who made this, if anyone knows tell me" is not credit.

"this was from pinterest" is not credit. (<- pinterest is 90% repost, not a source at all)

Posting art that isn't yours is so rude and sharing reposted art just as much.

This is frustrating. Stop reposting art without asking, and especially stop reposting art without credit. And stop sharing reposted art where clear consent wasn't given by the original artist.

[salemwritesxx]

easter surprise

summary: It’s Easter Day and Bakugou lays in bed sad and pissed – Y/n has canceled his flight last second, something came up. And so, Katsuki, who had taken time off his hero work just to be reunited with his long-distance boyfriend for a week, has nothing to do now. However, the Easter Bunny might have a little surprise for him after all.

w.count: ~900

content warning: fluff, long-distance relationship reunion

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“Katsuki!”, his mom yelled loudly once again, though more annoyed than the first time.

The man in question, however, only barked something back, his already furrowed brows only deepening before he plopped his head back into his pillow, “Shut up! I don’t fucking care, have your own fucking easter surprise!”, Bakugou yelled back.

All he wanted to do was wrap himself in his blanket and pout, because you, who was living many, many hours away from him somewhere down in Okinawa, did not manage to come and see him during the easter holidays. Frankly, Katsuki didn’t want to talk to anyone, he didn’t want to see anyone, he simply wanted to go and blow something up.

“I swear this … stupid kid!”, she clenched her fist, before sighing and looking at you with an apologetic smile, “Seems like you have to bring the surprise to him, I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You just laughed though, “It’s okay, Mitsuki-san. It was my own fault for telling him I wouldn’t come, I guess I have to surprise him myself now.” before you stood up from the sofa.

Originally, you had planned to sneakily come without telling him and the moment he would come downstairs and he would see you, it was all but a big surprise and reunion, however, with your boyfriend sulking upstairs it all came a little differently.

Sighing once more, he was wrapped in a big, soft blanket, face buried in his pillow – he looked messy and tired. Bakugou couldn’t understand why his mother just wouldn’t understand that he was not in the mood for surprises. He had taken off from his hero work just because he thought you would visit him, but then everything changed and now? Now he was stuck at home – alone.

Usually he wasn’t defeated so easily, but he had really looked forward to meeting this holiday, especially since it took a few more months before you could finally move in together.

A knocking on his door made him groan loudly “UGHH Go AWAY!” thinking it was his mother.

“Aw, I’m hurt, Baby!”, you giggled and opened the door.

And the moment Katsuki heard your voice, he immediately raised his head to look at you, his ruby eyes staring at you for a few seconds in disbelief, even your “Surprise!” only seeping through to his brain very slowly, before he jumped up in a frenzy.  

“OW!”, however, being wrapped multiple times in his blanket, Katsuki only landed a few inches away from the bed onto the floor, the fabric wrapped around his hips and legs tightly.

“Kat! You okay?”, being the good, worried boyfriend you were, you rushed to his side immediately and kneeled down beside him, wanting to help. But Katsuki didn’t care, the moment you were in reach, he grabbed you by your shirt to pull you down.

Lips connected and eyes closed, he wrapped his arms around your neck, enjoying the sweet kisses that he had missed so much in the last months – and you complied happily.

While your tongues were twined and your hearts beat in unison you reached out to help him detangle from the blanket until he was finally free and pulled into your lap, Bakugou instantly relaxing as he sighed into the kiss blissfully.

Low, little grumbles of satisfaction escaped his throat as your lips melted together so perfectly – God, how he missed to kiss you, to hold you and just… feel you close by his side.

His lips were so soft and full against your own, your boyfriend tasting even sweeter now that you hadn’t kissed him in so, so long, never really wanting to let go again.

Though at last, he broke the kiss with a soft gasp. Looking straight into each other’s eyes for a few moments, he then whispered, “I seriously… hate you.”, before burying his face at your shoulder, your hearty laugh making his heart skip a beat.

“I’m sorry for lying, Baby. I wanted to surprise you. Can you forgive me?”, gently combing through his spiky hair, you pressed kisses onto the side of his head while holding him so close, both of you not wanting to leave this warm embrace.

“You should be thankful I love you, Y/n… Or I would have thrown you out the fucking window.”, he tried his best threatening voice he could manage, but it was pretty useless. Katsuki was just way too overwhelmed and happy you were here and not, like he thought, still in Okinawa.

“Hmm, then I’m lucky you love me, hehe.”, you giggled and hugged him even tighter, your whispered “And I love you so, so much as well, Pretty Boy.” made his heart jump, before he looked back up and pulled you back into another kiss.

“How long can you stay?”, Katsuki asked in a hushed voice while softly placing kisses around your mouth and onto your lips.

“Two weeks, then I need to fly back.”, in-between kisses, you answered his question, though not without stopping to return every little smooch.

“HaaAhh… Why can’t it be August already?”, a sad sigh left his lips.

“I know, but soon… We will live together, only a few more months!”

Burying his face in the nook of your neck once more, Bakugou started playfully sucking on your skin and kissing around, meanwhile your hand was slipping underneath his t-shirt to caress his back, the tips of your fingers gliding along his back dimples and then up his spine.

Even though he had woken up yesterday to the most horrible message when you told him you couldn’t make it, everything was fine now. Katsuki usually hated surprises, but … surprises like these were the best, because they made the time he waited for you and him to move in together just a little bit more bearable.

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@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works

writer’s note: First, HAPPY EASTER 🐰🥚 Second, I have a whole ass backstory for this little blob of writing, like a pen pal AU type thingy and wow- they’ve come a long way, from being childhood pen pal friends to almost moving in 🥺 Sorry, I’m babbling as if y’all know what I’m talking about even tho it’s all just in my head right now lol will hopefully write it out one day, for now! Hope you liked this reunion!

[tipsydipsydo]

The hands of a sinner 🔥[M]

Pairing: Dom! Jungkook x Sub! Reader

Gender of the Reader: female

(The Version of this Idea with a male reader could be found here!)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Smut!

Warnings: Filthy Language; also filthy Dirty Talk; Hand Kink + Tattoo Kink = Jungkook Hand Tattoos!; Petnames; Daddy-Kink; soft Dom-/Sub-Themes; a freaking lot of teasing; Jungkook is the biggest tease in the international history (he's literally Satan!); fingering; a little bit of Pussy Exhibitionism(?); Squirting (+ a wet bed); mentions of unprotected vaginal sex (stay safe, condoms are there for a damn reason!)

A/N: Just realize how damn sexy his hand tattoos are... even when I don't have usually a thing for Tattoos, especially not on Hands! But... it's Jungkook. That should be explaination enough!

And I think it could be maybe interesting for @h0esvck and @lustfuldevils! Love you😏🔥💕 

Info: Well... I’m pretty embarrassed and I’m so sorry (really hunny!!) to forgot where I got the inspiration from and WHICH LITTLE DEVIL AWAKE THIS DEEP DESIRE AND THIS KINK IN ME! IT WAS @sugarly-laysa​!!! (I think I didn’t want to remember it because your Scenario turned me way too much on... Take this poor excuse as a compliment Sweetheart xD 💕)

Well, you can find the inspiration material aka the work of a very talented devil here!

Summary: Since Jungkook got his hand tattoos, you've found out that they have a stronger effect on you than you would like it. You also have good reasons not to tell him that you are developing a kink for his tattoos. And these reasons getting also confirmed...

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I’ll not accept any kind of reposting, stealing or using/editing my work!

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Thank you.

"Hm, Baby? Why didn't you tell me that you like my tattoos that much?" Jungkook whispers in a teasing tone and laughs softly as you gasp for a breath and observe his calm right hand on your thigh like hypnotized, only his thumb draws small circles on your bare skin. A gesture that's supposed to "calm you down", but it does the exact opposite, causes that your breathing only gets quicker and you have to bite your lower lip in order not to let the whimpering, that is in your throat, comes over your lips.

You really can't remember how you got into this situation right now... but it has something to do with your intense stare at Jungkook's tattooed right hand. Perhaps also with the dirty thoughts that you had in your head at the moment and maybe caused that your cheeks had turned bright red without you noticing.

In any case, you are now with your back to the head of your bed, a Jungkook who's kneeling over you with a knowing smirk and this damn hand, which has put so many indecent thoughts in your head, is on your thigh and is just waiting for it to ruin you.

"T-This here was the reason! I k-knew you would tease the shit out of me and wouldn't let me live with it anymore!", you reply with a trembling voice and press your lips together to let these sinful moans and whimpers where they belongs to. In your mouth and not to let them come over your lips and thus give Jungkook the pure satisfaction and complacency!

But Jungkook knows you, knows how to interpret your facial expressions all too well, especially in situations like this, and he also knows all your other soft spots, which is why it really doesn't help to resist his charm. To your displeasure, you already know that you can't stand it for a longer time anymore.

His hand, exactly this very dangerous hand with all the seductive tattoos, is no longer lying still on your leg, but now is slowly sliding up your thigh. Slips cheekily under the hem of your skirt and head to the center between your legs. You involuntarily hold your breath, longingly expect that his hand will lie on your clothed vulva soon and maybe even slip under the already damp fabric of your panties. But his hand stops at the top of your thigh, so that a frustrated whimper leaves your mouth.

"After such a long period of abstinence so damn needy, Babygirl? If you had said earlier what I should do with this hand, you would have cum countless times with the help of this hand, Princess~", Jungkook whispers in a husky voice into your ear and chuckles again at the end of the sentence. A hot shiver chases down your spine as your boyfriend grabs your earlobe between his teeth and gently tuck on it, before he lets his lips wander down and spread hot kisses on your neck, sucks on your soft skin here and there and leave dark marks.

Meanwhile, your own desire rises immeasurably, little moans leaves your lips, you close your eyes and buck your hips helplessly and desperately up, in the hope that Jungkook will finally let his hand wander into the area where you need him the most. You can't get that damn last sentence out of your head. Then you would've cum countless times with the help of this hand.

Fuck, how many times have you imagined how Jungkook could finger you with this hand, with those damn sexy tattoos on his knuckles. With these deliciously long fingers into your greedy little pussy.

A high pitched moan leaves your throat when suddenly the tips of the fingers of this specific hand caress and tease your clothed pussy lips. A deep growl can be heard from Jungkook.

"Fuck! Baby, already so wet? Already so damn ready to get fingerfucked by Daddy? Getting fingerfucked by Daddy's Hand full of tattoos? Babygirl, I wanna see that facial expression of the emoji on my middle finger on your face when I'm torturing your G-Spot with the exact same finger and gonna make you squirt for me~"

His dirty talk shoots directly into your abdomen, makes this ball of pure pleasure bigger and bigger and therefore makes you more and more restless and needy. "Please...", runs from your lips. You can no longer withstand his touches, his words and certainly not his fantasies about what he wants to do with you. Damn Jungkook!

"Please what? You have to say what you want in proper sentences, my little girl~"

Your cheeks turns into a deeper shade of red than they already are. "P-Please finally fuck me with your fingers! I want you to stuff them into my tight pussy hole and let me cum on your hand... please!"

You whimper and buck your pelvis into his palm, to find some friction and with it, some relief. Jungkook suck a breath in sharply.

"Fuck, you want that? You want me to finger you until you squirt all over my tattoos?" A loud whine fills the room, you furrow your eyebrows together and nod violently, rubbing yourself against Jungkook's hand. "Yes, yes, yes Daddy! I-I wanna squirt all over your tattoos and make them all wet! Please let me cum on your hand!"

Some curses comes out of Jungkook's mouth, suddenly his hand is gone between your thighs, making you whimper out of frustration.

But this tone of your voice changes very quickly into a surprised one, turns the whimpering into a squeak, since Jungkook pulls with two rough yanks at first the pair of panties down and then your skirt.

Now your lower half is completely bare in front of him and instinctively you want to close your legs. But Jungkook is faster.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh! Not so shy my darling when you begged me to finger that pussy of yours just a few minutes ago~", he growls with an unreadable devilish smile on his lips and puts both hands on your knees and presses them gently, but determinant apart. Licks his lips at the sight of your shiny pussylips, glistening full of your arousal. He smirks at you arrogantly, but this kind of arrogance that only makes you even wetter.

To prevent you from closing your legs again, he places himself between your legs and sits on your calves. Spreads his own legs, on which your own legs are laid, a little bit more, so that you're finally completely exposed and lying open in front of him. Pussylips are slightly spreaded and allows a seductive view at your tight hole, what is still clenching around nothing.

With his left hand he supports himself on the headboard and now let his right hand slides down of the inside of your left thigh, until his palm lies on your vulva and his thumb gently strokes your clit.

Whimpering, you're moving forward with your hips, looking for more friction, for touching, just for more! "Please, Kook! Don't tease me!"

"But it's so hot to tease you... to make my stubborn babygirl all whiny just for me~" You're about to start begging for real to get finally fingered, but in that moment he moves his hand down and spread your pussy lips completely open for him, to enjoy the sight of your glistening cunt, just perfectly ready to take two fingers into your sweet hole right at the beginning.

But before he finally going to fulfill this wish of yours, it's still too interesting to see how you react to other plays with his fingers. Like how you flinch and what cute moans he's able to elict from your lips when he rubs the pads of his index and middle finger sideways to your clit.

"D-Daddy, please! I-I need your fingers, your tongue, your cock! I need something of you in my pussy, p-please!", you beg.

Your hands grabs Jungkook's wrist, you think about to lead his fingers into your cunt by yourself.

"So greedy, such a greedy and naughty girl I have here! To be honest, you should get a punishment for your impatient behavior, but this pussy of yours looks so beautiful, so wet and messy... I think I could get over it. But don't think I'll go down easy in you!", he wispers into your ear, when he's fingers finds finally his way into your tiny hole. 

A moan full of relief left your lips and out of primal sexual instinct and need you're bucking your hips up, so his fingers are literally sucked in by your desperate pussy and your tight walls keeps him all way in.

"My Babygirl's pussy is so needy and eager to have tattoed fingers in herself that she wouldn't let me out anymore? So desperate, such a desperate and naughty Princess I have here...", he groans in a deep voice.

"What about I bend my fingers just in the right position for you?~"

As he is saying this, his fingertips reach exactly the right spot and before you realize it, he slamms his fingers into you, make you scream. Hitting your G-spot with every stroke, lets you see stars and your desire to grow infinitely.

"Baby, look! Look down on yourself! Look, how my hand full of tattoos fucks you, how your tiny hole sucks my fingers in, how wet you're already and what kind of mess you already have here between your legs. I'm gonna ruin you so bad baby~ "

As your eyes wander down between your legs, it feels like getting a punch of pleasure straight into your abdomen. He wasn't lying, not at all. Your pussy really sucks his fingers it, you are so wet, your sweet juice is overflowing, this loud lewd squelching sound that are coming out of your cunt, thanks to Jungkooks fingerfucking. The knot in your belly, full of lust is getting bigger and bigger and is not far from bursting. Sounds come from your throat that you don't even know from yourself. And Jungkook also knows that you are not far from cumming.

"Hm? My little naughty Baby is already about to cum? So fast, just from a bit fingerfucking? Just because you see Daddy's tattoed hand is coated all over in his Princess juice? Wanna cum, Babygirl? Wanna squirt all over Daddy's Hand, gushing all that clear pussy cum over Daddy's Tattoos? Being a dirty girl and make Daddy's Hand all wet from your pussy juice and cum? Being a naughty and filthy girl just for me and squirt on my Hand?~ "

"Oh my God Jungkook! Oh my god, I-I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Come for me, baby! Be a naughty girl for daddy and squirt your juices all over Daddy's hand~"

You only need two more thrusts of his hand to gush all your cum over his hand and whining and sobbing out of pleasure and oversensitivity.

Jungkooks movements slows down and massaging your trembling and shaking legs gently with his other hand to give you some time to find yourself again. But your eyes snaps open, when you hear Jungkook unbuckles the belt of his jeans.

"Jungkook wha-"

"Well princess, seeing you squirting on my hand was pretty hot and my cock agrees to that. The sheets are already soaked with your cum and it's not much time left then it'll be the mattress too. So we will need a new mattress anyway, that's why I thought I could fuck you now properly too and make you squirt again, with this magical hand on your clit~", says Jungkook with a smile of satan and licking complete satiesfied your cum off the fingertips of his right, tattoed hand.

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[wallywrites]

colored-rain asked:

Hey! Can you do "dont leave" or "youre my everything" with wolfstar? Ty♡♡

Thanks for the request!! I love this idea already!! I love both these prompts too so why not use both! Sorry it took so long! Been super busy with uni assignments but here it is!

Prompt #21 “don’t leave” and prompt #39 “you’re my everything” from my prompt list! If you want to suggest any prompts check out my list here! :)

Initially I had this really angsty idea in mind since the last wolfstar fic I wrote (still haven’t finished that one oops) was super sad and angsty but after finishing three assignments in the last couple of days I just wanted some cute fluff so here’s my attempt at that! (Still a little angst though)

(Repost because my fic was long and Tumblr decided to delete my “keep reading” bar and won’t let me edit on my laptop because I posted it on my phone, and I HATE that I don’t have one so I’m reposting it so it doesn’t annoy me because I don’t know how to fix it)

Read on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26232955 

✨Wolfstar au✨

Full moons were always bad. But at least Remus didn’t have to spend them alone anymore. Even though he never really remembered what happens during the night, only flashes and glimpses of images through his nightmares, he knew that he was safe, that others would be safe, too. That Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs would make sure nothing bad could happen.

But they couldn’t stop the inevitable, and sometimes, like last night, things got a little too out of hand. The moon was bigger than usual, Remus was already feeling angsty and sore days before he was meant to shift, more intense than he usually does. He knew something big was coming, didn’t want to worry the others, should have worried the others.

Instead he pretended he was fine, until he wasn’t. Until he shifted and claws ripped at his skin and teeth bit at his friends, and then he was alone. The rest of the marauders didn’t even know how he managed to get away, spent the whole night looking for him, worried, Prongs still limping slightly from where Moony had latched his jaw into the others leg. Padfoot didn’t stop looking, didn’t stop running and sniffing and tracking, even when the others needed a break, even long after they decided to split up, to track more ground that way.

And then the sun began to rise, and the worry turned into fear. Remus had spent practically the whole full moon alone, and god knows what could have happened without the others there to distract him, to keep him from hurting himself or anyone else.

And then the scent of blood caused Sirius to stop dead in his tracks, his legs pushing himself harder and faster than he had pushed before, because blood was never a good sign, and the sun was practically up and Moony was alone and-

There he was. Lying cold, naked, shaking at the bottom of a ditch, more blood than Sirius had ever seen before. Sirius didn’t even realise that he had shifted back until he saw his hands, reaching out to gently pull Remus’ very cold very scarred very bloody body closer, pulling his own jacked off to drape it around his shoulders, trying to heat up his body. It was bad, so much worse than they’ve had before, nasty wounds drawn long across his chest and stomach, another smaller one across his forehead.

And he couldn’t help but think that this was all his fault. If he didn’t loose Remus, if he had been paying attention, if he had realised how big the moon was earlier and how bad it was going to get-

He didn’t remember making his way back to the castle, Remus floating above him from the levitation spell he must have used. Didn’t remember when he found the other Marauders either, didn’t remember waiting and waiting and waiting for Madame Pomfrey to finish healing their friend.

He did however remember the fear that Madame Pomfrey let into her expressions the brief moment before she moved Remus to a hospital bed and started the healing.

Everything happened in a blur, until he snapped out of the daze he was in, his eyes fixated on Remus, lying cold and still in the hospital bed. He hadn’t even realised he was crying until he glanced down, noticing his forearm covered in tears.

“-Pads?”

He looked up for the first time, blinking a couple of times as he looked towards James, who stood, eyebrows furrowed, hand resting on Sirius’ shoulder - when did that get there?

“You alright? You spaced out?”

“Sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked what happened? You kind of haven’t spoken since we found you two”

A sigh escaped Sirius as he looked back towards Remus, watching his chest rise and fall, the only thing keeping him from completely falling apart. He tried to think, of what actually happened, but his mind kept wandering, jumping from moment to moment, nothing making any sense. He groaned out as he closed his eyes, rubbing his hand down his face. James waited patiently, not really understanding what was happening, but he knew Sirius, he knew how he acted when they had a particular bad moon, knew that stress and worry can cause his brain to get a little muddled. The same thing happened when Sirius first moved in with the Potters, and James was more observant than he would admit.

And so he drew his hand back and waited as Sirius sighed again, leaning back in his seat, his eyes still trained on Remus.

“It’s all messy, I don’t know, I just..” the image of Remus’ body lying in the ditch came back into Sirius’ mind, causing a shiver to run through him. Out of all the memories and thoughts and images, that was the only one he really could make out, the one he really didn’t want to remember.

Because it hurt. It hurt more than he thought it would, more than he would ever admit. And he didn’t know why. Of course he cares about Remus, he’s cared and worried and stressed about him the day they met, even more the day he found out what happens on a full moon. Remus was one of his best friends, so it makes sense that he was worried, that he was concerned and upset. But it didn’t explain the strange feeling he was getting in his chest, his stomach, his gut. Didn’t explain why his head hurt and his legs couldn’t stop moving and his mind couldn’t stop racing and he couldn’t stop thinking all the worst things he could possibly be thinking and Merlin what if it’s too late and what if he doesn’t make it and what if he never knows how much he means to me and how much I need him and that I love him and-

Sirius physically flinched at the realisation, the words hitting him as hard as he hit the wall he accidentally flew into one day at practice.

“Pads? What is it?” James asked, moving closer as Sirius’ whole body began to shake. He loved Remus. He was in love with Remus fucking Lupin and oh god it made so much sense, so much that he didn’t know how he couldn’t see it before. He was always wanting to be close to Remus, wanting to hear his voice and make him smile and god he was handsome, and sure, he always wondered what it would feel like to hold him and kiss him, and now he knew why.

He started crying again, couldn’t tell when it started, and when he looked to James, the tears kept coming, because he loved Remus, and Remus was hurt, and he was cold and he was bleeding and scarred and Sirius wanted to hold him and tell him it’s going to be okay and tell him that he loves him and what if he doesn’t wake up? What if it’s too late?

“I think love him, James. And I didn’t realise until I saw him- until he.. what if I never get the chance to tell him?”

James was shocked to say the least. Love was a strange topic to Sirius. Sure, he loved a lot of things, in his own way. He loved his friends, loved the Potters, he loved quidditch and pissing Severus off. But love was hard for Sirius, they had his parents to thank for that. It took time for Sirius to even admit that he deeply cared about the other marauders. It was such a foreign concept to Sirius that often times he doesn’t know how he felt, or wouldn’t believe that someone could love him, that he could love someone.

Love was hard for Sirius. But to be in love with someone? James often worried that it would never happen, not because he’s not capable of it, but because he believed Sirius would ignore it, wouldn’t let him feel those things, would push those feelings far away until he forgot about them.

But instead of asking questions and fussing over Sirius being in love, Sirius being in love with a boy, Sirius being in love with Remus, he shook his head, knowing exactly what Sirius is thinking, exactly what he would be freaking out about.

“No, stop that. He’s going to wake up, and then you can tell him how much you love him, okay?”

James had time to question Sirius later, but now he needed to be there for his friend, his brother. Because he knew love, and he knew loss, and he knew Sirius, and he knew he needed to help, to calm him down.

“He’s hurt real bad James-“ he could hear the hurt, the pain in Sirius’ voice, and wondered how he never noticed before, how he always seemed to get worked up and upset whenever they had a particularly bad moon, more so than the others, even when they know he’s safe and going to be okay.

“He’s always hurt bad, and then he wakes up and then he’s fine. He’s going to be okay. Come on, Sirius he’s stronger than all of us combined.” It wasn’t a lie. The moment they found out about Remus’ lycanthropy, James knew he was stronger than anyone he had met, than all of them.

Sirius still wasn’t convinced. They had never had one this bad, and he still couldn’t shake the image out of his head. James watched for a moment as Sirius looked back towards Remus, still asleep, chest rising and falling, shallow but steady, thanks to the professor. She always knew what to do, how to heal Remus, make sure he got better, and they were beyond thankful for that. She even let them stay by his side until he woke up, not that they were technically allowed. Never questioned them either, though they all know she must wonder how the three of them manage to find and bring Remus back after a full moon. She had her guesses, of course, but never questioned them on it, which they were thankful for.

And she always made him better, they knew that, this was no different, but then Sirius started to shake again, because he was so pale, and he was cold and hurt and his skin was already starting to bruise up around the scars and the scars, Merlin the scars were so big and-

James noticed that Sirius started to spiral again, could see the way his brows furrowed and his eyes turned glossy due to more tears threatening to spill. He knew that his mind ad started to race again, so he placed his hand back on his brothers shoulder, and spoke as softly as he could, as calm as he ever had.

“Hey, you’ll get your chance to tell him. I promise you.”

Sirius took a deep breath, calming down slightly, but his legs still bounced under him. And James watched as he just sat, eyes never leaving Remus’ body. Sirius didn’t speak, instead lent forward in his chair, his elbows resting on the bed, next to where Remus laid. And they stayed like that for a while, James’ hand resting on Sirius’ shoulder, his eyes moving between two of his best friends, both broken and hurt and exhausted in different ways. Sirius leaning on the hospital bed, eyes never pulling away from the rise and fall of Remus’ chest, scared that if he looked away, the breathing would stop.

And James knew what he had to do, what Sirius had to do. He didn’t want to leave, but he knew Sirius needed time to think, needed time to just be with Remus, so he moved closer, giving Sirius’ shoulder a small squeeze as he spoke.

“Hey.. I’m gonna give you guys some room, maybe you can think about what you’re going to say when he wakes up?”

Sirius just nodded, a good sign that he wasn’t completely stuck in his head. James pulled back to leave, but he paused, looking back towards Sirius, unmoved, legs still bouncing and body still shaking.

“Hey, uh.. thanks for telling me. You know you can always trust me with that stuff, right?”

Sirius turned his eyes away from Remus for the first time, his eyes finding James, as he nodded, a small smile making it’s way onto his face. Sirius was truly grateful for James, who always let him be himself, who he trusted with everything. “I know.”

“And after this I’m gonna have a hell of a lot of questions to ask you-“

Sirius couldn’t help the chuckle that left him, shaking his head slightly at his friend. “Yeah, yeah I know. I’ll answer all your questions.”

Sirius knew he would have to tell James everything after this, explain everything, including what he still didn’t quite know or understand yet. And if he wasn’t so shaken up or upset still, he might even had been excited to talk to James about it, to laugh with him as they realise how ridiculous he had been, never realising what his feelings had meant. Might’ve even been excited to gossip like normal teenagers do, about Remus and Lily and the absurd amount of pining they’re bound to endure.

James just smiled, nodding his head, before pausing for a moment. And the smile never faltered when he spoke.

“I’m proud of you, you know.”

Those words meant more to Sirius than any words he’s ever heard before. Any time James, or the Potters, or Remus or Peter would tell him that they’re proud, his body would heat up, warmth running through his chest and to his stomach. He didn’t even realise how different this conversation would have been if it was with anyone else, because admittedly he had just come out to his best friend, something that he knows isn’t very accepted, couldn’t even imagine the reaction his parents would have to the idea of their son being in love with a boy, but he was happy that he felt safe enough to do that here. Because James really was his family, really meant a lot to him. And he couldn’t help the smile that made its way to his face at his brothers words.

“Thanks prongs.”

“Give Moons a kiss for me.”

And then James was gone, and Sirius was back to staring at Remus. A long sign escaped him, one he didn’t realise he had been holding, didn’t realise it needed to get out. He reached out, leaning his elbows back where they were, but he paused, his eye drifting to Remus’ hand, lying by his body. Sirius had always wondered what it would feel like to hold his hand. He thought it was ridiculous, that he sounded so sappy, but he didn’t try to stop himself as he reached out, tangling his fingers with Remus’, who was still cold, sending a shiver up Sirius’ arm.

He pulled Remus’ arm towards him gently, placing a kiss on the back of his hand, before resting both arms back down onto the bed, his thumb rubbing over were his lips had touched.

And he sat, and he thought, about what he was going to say. God what was he going to say? And how was he going to say it? What would Remus say? Would he even be okay with it?

He couldn’t imagine Remus ever hating him over the fact that he loved him. Remus probably wouldn’t care that Sirius liked boys either, but would he love him back? Did he love him back? And then Sirius started to panic, because what if he doesn’t? What even would I say? How am I meant to tell Remus that I’m in love with him, and the thought of him gone makes me want to die? That I want to be with him forever, and that I hate when we’re apart, and Christ what am I going to say?

But then he paused, and the worry flooded back to him. He didn’t care what he was going to say, as long as he got to say it. As long as Remus was okay. And he let his eyes wander back over his body, and he could already feel the tears. And then suddenly, the quiet was too much, too suffocating, so he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before he spoke, spilling out all his feelings as best as he could.

“I’m so sorry, Moons. Christ, please be okay. Please wake up Moony..” he spoke, hoping that he could make some sense of what he was feeling. He opened his eyes, focusing on their hands together, before taking a deep breath and continuing.

“I’m so sorry I never told you, that I love you.. I didn’t know.. I didn’t realise I loved you.. I always knew I felt differently about you, but I didn’t.. I was scared, Moons, of a lot of things, but.. seeing you like this.. I can’t imagine never being able to tell you how I feel..”

His eyes were closed again, and he really didn’t want to cry more, so he took another deep breath, his chest shaking, his legs shaking, his hands shaking, and he focused on Remus’ hand within his own. The feeling of their fingers being wrapped up together, the heat from his own body warming up Remus’, which calmed him down. Because he wanted Remus to be warm, to be safe and healthy and okay. He wanted Remus to be okay, because he needed Remus. He needed Remus more than he thought he would ever need anyone.

“Merlin, you’re my everything, Remus. I need you, please wake up.”

And Sirius didn’t know when he realised that Remus was awake, staring at him, tears in his eyes. He didn’t even realise he was staring back, shocked, confused, concerned, until Remus squeezed at his hand, bringing him back from whatever frozen state he was in.

“Merlin Remus” he said simply, dropping down as close to Remus as he could without hurting his wounds, wrapping his arms around his shoulders at an uncomfortable angle to hug him. He didn’t care, Remus was awake, he was okay.. and he might have heard the confession Sirius had made.. and he knows, god he knows.

Sirius didn’t want to pull away, one because he loved the feeling of Remus’ arms wrapped around his back, but also because then Remus would see how red his face is, and then he’d have to face the fact that he unknowingly and unintentionally confessed his feelings to his best friend.

And Sirius’ mind was rambling, trying to think of what to say, or what to do, a million thoughts rushing through his head and around his skull. He was going to get a headache later, already felt it coming along, but he couldn’t possibly worry about that with his heart pounding so loudly in his chest against his rib cage, Moony pressed so closely to his body.

And then Remus’ breath on his ear caused him to freeze, suddenly every thought and sound whirling around in his skull gone as he listened.

“I love you too, Pads.”

Sirius didn’t mean to pull away as fast as he did, but as soon as he saw the calm look on Remus’ face, the sparkle in his eye, he instantly relaxed, even let out a small laugh, eyebrows furrowing together, causing Remus’ smile to grow.

“So you heard all of that?”

Remus laughed out, winching slightly, but his smile never faulted. “Bits and pieces. But I got the gist of it.”

Sirius placed his hands on either side of Remus’ face, careful not to touch any of his healing wounds, and he couldn’t help but smile, warmth pooling throughout his body, because he was holding Remus, and Remus was holding him, and he loved Remus, and Remus loved him.

“I was so scared, Moons.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Sirius chuckled at that, shaking his head. Only Remus would apologise for something that he had no control over. The other marauders have had to tell Remus to stop saying he was sorry on multiple occasions, had explained to him they they know it’s not his fault, that they don’t blame him for anything, would never blame him for anything. That they’re scared and worried because they care, that it’s not his fault. Remus tired to believe them, but the words “I’m sorry” just seemed to slip off his tongue so naturally that he could never really help it.

“No, don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.”

And he meant it. He didn’t want Remus to ever feel like he had to be sorry, like he was doing something wrong. Because he wasn’t. Sirius thought that Remus shouldn’t ever apologise for anything, because really there isn’t anything Remus could do that would make Sirius want an apology.

They didn’t move, didn’t speak for a while, instead all they did was look to each other. Sirius couldn’t really tell what he was feeling, nor did he completely understand Remus’ expression, but he didn’t want to ask, wanted to just stare a little longer. So he let his eyes move over his face, leaving his eyes and moving across his scars and freckles, and down to his lips. Christ Sirius wanted to kiss him. To finally find out what Remus’ lips would feel like against his own. And it seemed like Remus was reading his mind when he spoke.

“Merlin, Sirius just kiss me already-“

And that’s all Sirius needed before he pushed himself closer, his hands holding Remus’ face as he kissed him. Remus’ arms tightened around Sirius’ back, and Sirius could feel him smile as he kissed him, leaning his body closer, wanting to be closer and closer and closer.

He ran his tongue over Remus’ bottom lip, which Remus returned with a moan, letting him in almost instantly as Sirius’ hands moved up to tangle themselves in his hair. A part of Remus thought he was still dreaming, that this wasn’t happening, that Sirius wasn’t here, kissing him, tugging at his hair, but then Sirius would moan, reminding Remus that this was very much real, that this was very much happening. That just made him want to squeal.

But they were both exhausted, so it wasn’t long before they pulled apart, not really wanting to, but knowing that they probably should. That they would have time to do more of that later.

The two of them couldn’t help but laugh, Sirius leaning his forehead on Remus’, a sigh of relief leaving both of them, a sign that both boys had wanted this for a while, despite Sirius only realising it moments before. Remus shook his head slightly, his smile never fading as he spoke.

“You wouldn’t believe how long I’ve waited for that.”

Sirius felt warm, his whole body tingling at the idea of Remus wanting to kiss Sirius, of Remus waiting for the moment. That thought made Sirius’ face blush red, his cheeks beginning to ache from the grin he didn’t notice having, which refused to leave his expression.

Sirius wanted to be closer to Remus, to hold him and kiss him, the thought itself getting him excited, but as he pulled away slightly, Remus froze, his grip around Sirius’ back tightening as he closed his eyes.

“Don’t-, don’t leave, please.”

Sirius couldn’t help but chuckle, leaving being the last thing on his mind. So he lent down again, catching Remus’ lips in another kiss before pulling back slightly, not as far as before. He pushed himself up onto the bed, Remus moving slightly to the side as he helped Sirius under the covers. Sirius laid down, his arms wrapping around Remus, whose body was now warm, pulling his body into his own. Remus sighed out again, his body shaking slightly as Sirius placed a kiss to his forehead, closing his own eyes before speaking.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Caffeinic | Bang Chan

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | Epilogue

Pairing: Reader x Barista!Bang Chan

Genre: Neutral // Fluff // Romance

Warnings: None

Preamble: You’ve been going to the same coffee shop for the past four years. You’ve ordered the same thing almost every single day, and you never, ever skip on that part of your morning. So, when Mrs. Park hired a new barista and the once serene café was suddenly flooded with people every second of the day, you were less than thrilled.

You stared at the scene before you. Junseok was sweaty and tired, panting heavily. Chan was holding a half-brewed cup of coffee, seemingly moving closer to you. Seoyeon was leaning low with a deep v-neck shirt toward Chan, but turned to Junseok with disgust when she saw his ragged state. You sat in your chair, gingerly fiddling with the handle of your mug, not completely sure what to do next.

“Are you alright?” Chan asked Junseok. The messy boy stood up straight and brushed himself off. He walked toward you and smiled.

“Could I speak to you for a moment?” He asked. You looked up at Chan, who seemed just as confused as you, then looked back at Junseok.

“Okay.”

He led you to the exit of the café, holding the door open. You hesitantly walked through as he followed suit. You noticed that his hands were shaky and his gaze seemed to be avoiding yours.

“I got your text,” He said. “and I’m here to tell you that I feel the same.” He looked at you with a shy smile, which was returned with a confused raise of your brow.

“What do you mean?” You asked. He smiled and grabbed your hands.

“You sent me a text about how you feel about me.” He said, smiling. His grin slowly dissipated when he noticed that you weren’t aware of what was happening. “What’s wrong? Why do you look so confused?” He asked.

“Why are you confusing me?” You retorted. “I still haven’t seen my phone since the party.” You explained. Junseok’s eyes widened as he released your hands.

“I-” He fumbled. “I’m so sorry. I got a text from your number saying that you wanted to be more than friends.” He explained. “Which you apparently didn’t send. I feel like such an idiot. Oh my gosh, I just-” He stuttered. “I can’t believe I just told you that. Oh no.” He ran his fingers through his hair and turned away from you.

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault.” You said. You then realized why he was so bent out of shape. “Oh. OH.” You suddenly were reanimated, moving around nervously.

“Do you like me?” Junseok had turned to look at you, his eyes sincere and his mouth turned into a worried frown.

“I-” You began. “I am interested in someone else; I’m sorry.” You said. He looked down, tears brimming his eyes. After a moment, he raised his head, smiling.

“It’s Chan, right?” He asked. “I thought you seemed close during the party.” He was quiet for a bit until you broke the silence.

“Are we still friends?” You asked him, hopeful. Though you may not feel an attraction to him, you had enjoyed his company. He truly was a great guy.

“Of course. I’ll see you at the university.” He said, twiddling his thumbs. He looked at you sheepishly, running a hand through his hair again. “Bye, Y/n.”

You looked at him with concern. “Okay, see you.”

He waved as he walked down the sidewalk. Part of you felt absolutely horrible for hurting him. You looked back and forth between the empty space Junseok once stood and the café’s entrance. You slowly made your way back inside, sitting down quietly.

“Y/n?” Chan said. You looked up at him and smiled. “What was that all about?” He asked. You contemplated telling him the details, but decided against it.

“Junseok got a text from my number.” You said. “I didn’t send it.”

“Your phone is still missing.” Chan said. He stared off in thought. “Someone must be sending texts in your name.” He paused. “How did they get through your passcode?” He asked. You looked at him and blinked.

“I didn’t have one set.” You explained.

“Of all of the irresponsible-” Chan started on a tangent, spinning around in annoyance. “Are you kidding me?” He asked. “Setting up the security is step one!”

After a few more minutes of scolding you as he worked, Chan fell silent. You attempted to take a sip of your coffee, but it had become cold a long while ago. Your expression soured at the room temperature latte, causing Chan’s face to light up as he laughed at your reaction.

“That was gold. Wow. I should just serve you cold lattes.” He paused. “Because I’m cold hearted.” He paused again, waiting for you to laugh. “Get it?”

“Oh, I got it. It just wasn’t very good.” You retorted. He laughed through the pain, getting back to work. You giggled at the interaction before deciding it was a good time for you to leave. You needed to at least attempt to shut down your phone.

After gathering your things and saying your goodbyes, you made your way back to the subway station, wiping a bead of sweat from your forehead. You needed to get to your data provider to turn off the service to your number until you got your phone back.

When you entered the store a clerk immediately tried to talk you into buying a new phone, rather than finding your old one, at which you rolled your eyes and insisted on trying to search for your phone instead. Once that was taken care of, you decided you’d turn in for the day and chill at home. You spent most of the time reading books and watching your favourite television shows. Still, you felt that deep hollowness in your stomach. Why would someone tell Junseok that you had feelings for him?

Sighing for the umpteenth time, you turned off the television, closed your book, and washed up for bed. You tried to get some sleep, but you didn’t really have good results.

After an entire night of tossing and turning in your bed, you showered, styling your hair for the next day. There were dark bags under your eyes and your skin was dull with fatigue. Huffing, you gathered your things and walked out of the front door, locking it behind you. The first few classes at the university weren’t very eventful. You heard your professor drone on about the Korean language and how intricately it can be spun into wondrous stories with hidden meanings. You quite enjoyed that lecture. Comparatively speaking, that is.

You dragged yourself to your last class of the day, running a hand through your now messy hair. You heard someone call your name from behind.

“Y/n, hey.” It was Junseok. He still seemed a bit nervous after your last conversation. Being perfectly honest, you were, too. His hands were stuffed precariously in his pockets as he glanced at you. “It’s good to see you.” He said. You shot him a smile.

“Likewise. Is this your last class?” You asked him. He nodded, but said nothing. “Mine, too.”

After that somewhat clumsy conversation, you two parted ways and took your seats. The last lesson bored you half to death, but you made it through without taking a nap - at least not too long. Oops.

It was now time for you to make your way to the café. You didn’t have nearly as many textbooks on hand today, which helped a bit with the walk you had to take. For the most part, the café was still quiet. You checked your watch, realizing that the majority of the high school students weren’t yet out for the day. With that, you smiled to yourself.

“Hello, beautiful.” You heard Chan greet you as soon as you walked in the door, earning him a shy smile.

“Hi.” You said. He laughed at your demeanor.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked. You shrugged.

“Not bad. Lectures aren’t the greatest thing in the world, but that’s not unusual. What about you?” You said. “Is Seoyeon still stalking you?” Chan openly laughed at your choice of words.

“I haven’t seen her in person today, but through social media, yes. She must not have any responsibility to be able to be online as much as she is.” He muttered. He looked considerably better today than he did yesterday, but you could still find signs of fatigue. “Can I ask you a question?” Chan asked. You perked up and nodded.

“Yeah, of course.” You said. Chan looked down a bit, a sweet smile gracing his face. His dimples puckered his cheeks and it made your heart flutter.

“Can I take you on that date?” He asked. You blinked in confusion. Suddenly, the realization hit you.

“Oh lord. I completely forgot with everything that was going on yesterday! I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. You thought back to the plans Chan had made with you to go to his favourite coffee house, smiling.

“Yeah, I know. I just thought you had enough on your plate.” He said. “Honestly, I wasn’t up for it, either. Seoyeon is relentless.” He explained. It was then that you thought about just how much she seemed to want him. A twinge of jealously washed over you, and your expression darkened. Chan noticed immediately. “Are you alright?” He asked. You nodded.

“Yeah. I’m just worried.” You said. Chan walked around the back counter and closer to you, placing his hands on your shoulders.

“You don’t need to worry, love. She is the last person I want to be anywhere near.” His hands lightly rubbed up and down your arms. You felt the heat from his fingertips sinking deep into your skin. It felt like fire.

“I know.” You laughed. “I’m dumb. Sorry.” Chan smiled and leaned in, pulling you into a hug. You slowly wrapped your arms around his torso, taking in his scent. Not long after, you heard someone clearing their throat from the back of the café. It was Mrs. Park.

“You two seem well acquainted.” She said, smiling.

The three of you laughed as you pulled away from Chan’s embrace, his hands lingering on yours. You looked away.

“Coffee?” He asked. You looked up at him and nodded.

“Coffee.” You said.

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Death By Allergies~ MrBeast Imagine

Today you woke up about an hour before your normal time to start getting ready to spend the day filming, planning, or helping with editing. When you woke up, your head felt like it was cloudy, your nose was stuffy, your throat slightly itched, and you felt like you were being stabbed by a million knives. You felt the urge to sneeze and you did about 100 times. Finally when you finished sneezing you blew your nose.

    “Bless you babe, you okay?” Your boyfriend Jimmy ask groggily as your sneezes had woken him up. You felt your forehead and didn’t feel a fever so you then knew it was the dreaded allergies.

    “Yes honey. I’m sorry I woke you up. I think it’s just that time of the season where my allergies just want to kill me. It’s fine though, just go back to sleep, you have an hour before the alarm goes off.”  you said walking over to your closet door to retrieve your white house robe and house shoes. You walked over and kissed him on the forehead before leaving the room shutting the door behind you. You walked downstairs and turned on the TV and made sure that the volume was low so that you did not disturb Jimmy. You went into the kitchen and started to brew you some herbal tea and made you a bowl of cereal. You turned on a rerun marathon of SpongeBob episodes and grabbed your tea and cereal and sat down on your couch and propped your feet on top of your ottoman. Your nose was still extremely runny so you reached over and grabbed the tissue box that was resting on the coffee table. You felt the couch shift to you and saw the most adorable thing in front of you. Jimmy had himself wrapped up in the comforter and his hair was all disheveled from sleeping.

    “Baby, you know you can go back to sleep. I’m okay.” You said softly placing your hand on his knee. As soon as those words came out your body decided that it was going to another coughing/sneezing fit. Jimmy gently rubbed your back as he let you finish up your coughing/sneezing fit.

    “(Y/n/n), I think that proves that you are not okay. I texted the guys and told them that I shifted everything to tomorrow, due to you not feeling good. I don’t need you to overwork yourself and I am going to stay here and make sure that you are taken cared of properly.” He said and pulled you under the covers with him. Your heart felt full because of this man. He never ever really delays a shoot day unless its an emergency so the fact that he delayed a film day to stay home and take care of you for allergies meant that absolute most to you. You got up and placed your bowl in the sink and took off your robe because you were sweating at this point from the comforter, Jimmy’s body heat and the robe, and placed it on the recliner. You still had your pajamas on that consisted of a thin grey tank top and some red and black flannel shorts. You got back under the covers after grabbing the remote to turn the volume up a little bit. You snuggled back up into Jimmy as you were dead focused on the current episode of SpongeBob. It was the episode where SpongeBob refused to leave his house. It was a classic and one of your favorite.

    “I know of a place, where you never get harmed, a magical place with magical charms, indoors... indoors…, in... do-o-o-ors! Take it away, Penny!” You and Jimmy both sang being your normal goofy selves. You grabbed some more tissues and continued to blow your nose because your nose was the absolute worse. Jimmy got up and excused himself for a few minutes and ran upstairs. When he came back down, he held some allergy relief, some essential oil lotion, and your favorite stuffed animal which was a little stuffed cow that he had gotten you on you guys’  first date. He handed you the medication an your tea and made sure you took it before instructing you to lay down on your stomach. You did so and he put some lotion on his hand and carefully, without getting lotion on your shirt, massaged the lotion into your back an he even put some on the top of you chest to try and open up some of your airways. He then sat down on the couch and gently massaged your feet. After he finished massaging your feet. He wrapped you up into a blanket burrito and laid you down on the couch before getting up himself and went to the kitchen to start making you some chicken noodle soup. All that Jimmy had on was a pair of basketball shorts that he had thrown on after getting out of bed. His hair was so cute due to it being extremely messy from sleeping and he was shirtless and the fact that he was working out more was showing. You decided to make a Instagram story to make the Fandom actually explode. You zoomed in on him in the kitchen,

    “Look at this fine gentleman making me some soup,” you said with the fact that your throat was scratchy clearly evident when you talked. Jimmy looked at you and rolled his eyes as he put the bowl in the microwave.

    “Babe you’re going to make my Instagram blow up with people tagging me in pictures of this screenshotted and with captions galore.” He said and you stopped the video and made the caption: Excuse my ugly sick voice but Jimmy is currently taking care of me and he is the best boyfriend in the whole world @MrBeast. You posted the video on your story and then scrolled through fan accounts and reposted some of your favorite edits or fan art. Then Jimmy came over and brought you your soup so you decided that you would put your phone away so that you could eat your soup. You slowly ate your soup so that you did not get sick and Jimmy had changed your SpongeBob marathon to Naruto. You really didn’t mind because the medicine that Jimmy had given you earlier plus the essential oil massage was starting to make you feel extremely tired all of a sudden. You got up and put your empty bowl in the dishwasher and let your hair out of the bun that you had thrown it up in earlier. When you got back you asked Jimmy to lay down nicely and he did and you laid down on top of him. He pulled the blanket up over both of you and rested one of his hand on your lower back and his other hand softly ran through you hair and gently massaged your scalp. You began drifting off due to his naturally relaxing aroma around him. You mumbled a thank you before you passed out. You were so thankful that you had such a caring boyfriend who delayed work so that he could stay home and take care of you.

    “I love you so much (Y/N), I hope you feel better when you wake up, Princess” He said as he held you in his arms and watched you sleep before drifting off to sleep himself.

[evakuality]

11 questions answered & asked, SKAM edition

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Thank you for the tag @canonicallyanxious!  I sat on it for a while because some of these are hard for me considering I’ve only watched the original and s3 of Druck.  I’m not even remotely capable of being objective about some of these questions. Anyway, let’s go!

Favorite non-canon queer hcs for any of the characters? Just one??? I have a lot.  Vilde is a lesbian is my biggest one, of course, but we all cut our teeth in this fandom on that one lol.  Magnus is not straight and has the biggest awed crush on Even and is lowkey jealous of Isak.  Noora and Eva are soulmates and will work that out at some point.  Sara and Leonie are pining future girlfriends.

Most iconic music moment?  Uggghhhhh, again trying to pick just one is harrdddd.  Okay, so I’m going to go with ‘o helga natt’ of course.  That whole scene was amazing but the music pushed it to another level.  ‘None of dem’ as the intro to Sana and her season was also inspired.  The whole vibe worked so well and of course the lyrics.  Then ‘Magenta Riddum’ in Druck -- it worked off the scene so well and made the entire thing feel so much worse than it already was and the point where it cut off was perfect.  I know a lot of that probably doesn’t count as ‘iconic’ but those are the things that instantly spring to my mind when I think music in this show.

Most iconic cinematography moment?  Now I’m a sucker for pretty cinematography and I could ramble at length about everything I find really pretty in these shows.  But iconic???  I dunno.  I always come back to the rainbow light playing over Matteo’s face in that one shot that’s really disorientating because the camera is in such an odd position before it starts to move.  Or (and this is more a series of moments not just one) maybe the ones where we’re not necessarily told that Matteo drags David’s pictures round like a lovesick puppy but we see it.  They move around his room, and the one he pulls off his wall comes back all scrunched up but still treasured.  I dunno.  I just love that one thing you can do with cinematography is show something and enhance a scene without having to have the characters say anything.

Most underrated clip across all of the SKAMs?  I don’t know????  I think most of the important ones are already pretty rated lol.  But maybe the one in s4 where we see Sana start to pray for the first time and it’s so beautiful and peaceful and it looks so gorgeous and you feel how much comfort it brings her.  I don’t even know what it’s called, but I do love that one and you don’t tend to hear much about it.

Favorite dynamic across all of the SKAMs? Can be romantic, platonic, antagonistic, or anything in between.  Again, I can’t pick just one.  Isak and Even and Matteo and David are givens of course.  They are respectively what hooked me on each of these shows.  But I also love Isak and Sana, Matteo and Amira, Isak and Jonas, Noora and Eva, the Druck boy squad, The Druck combined squad, Eskild and Isak, the Skam girl squad.  Just so many.  These shows are really good at friendships and creating believable dynamics.

Favorite scene from OG and favorite adaptation of that scene?  Well, we’re very limited here because I have literally only seen one season of one remake.  So we’re going with something from s3 of course.  I guess I’m going to go with the kitchen scene in the original (not my favourite, but it’s up there) because I love the ‘morning after’ scene/s in Druck so much.  The first of course is David telling Matteo he’s trans and is the direct correlation.  It’s so very very different in a lot of ways but one thing both scenes have is a lot of trust and vulnerability and also some hesitation and stuff left unsaid and unknown.  Then there’s the morning after in episode 10, which works in terms of being after both couples have slept together.  And that’s just one of my favourite scenes from either show.  The conversation and the banter, how loving they are with each other and yet how stupid and messy they can be with each other too.  And the bits with Laura in the kitchen and how they echo Eskild and Noora: both couples open and out with their close ‘family’ in a way they haven’t really been before.

Are there any clips from the OG you think a remake did better?  I don’t think so???  In Druck’s case, I think what they do really well is adapt the scenes to fit their characters and situations.  So are they better?  Nope.  But I like that they don’t just transfer an exact copy but let the characters dictate the way they will adapt certain things.  They do some direct copies and imo those are often the weakest scenes.  Now, do I hope that s4 does some things better?  Oh yes.  I have some scenes from that season that need fixing asap.

Any clips from the OG you think cannot possibly be made better? Pause.  That scene works so well and I can’t imagine it being able to be bettered.  Again, I’m glad Druck didn’t even try.  What they did worked for their characters while not transferring the bits that genuinely just wouldn’t have worked.

If you could choose any characters from any of the SKAMs to be part of your squad, who would you choose? David, Isak, Matteo, Even, Carlos, Eva, Chris B.  I can’t pick Sana or Amira even though I love them because they’d scare me as friends and I’d just be tense all the time.

Which character do you think is most likely to end up becoming a cat parent? Hmmmmm.  David maybe.  It fits his aesthetic and also Matteo is half cat anyway.

What country do you want the next skam remake to belong to?  I don’t know.  I have no preferences.  All I ask is that they adapt it properly to their own culture and don’t try to exactly copy what the original did. 

Okay, so now for questions of my own.  This is the hard bit!

1. What clip or clips would you rec to someone to showcase what Skam (or your fave remake) is about?

2. What food has Skam or a remake made you want to try?

3. Which character’s social media do you think reflects them the most?

4. In a similar vein: favourite social media post?

5. Best use of music in each version you’ve seen?

6. Characters from each version who should be friends?

7. Do you have fanart or fanartist faves?  Rec some?

8. Which squad do you want to join?

9. A clip that hits you in the emotions (can be happy or sad)?

10. One thing you’d like to see changed from each season? (sorry to those of you who’ve watched them all!)

11. Something from Skam or any remake that you think will stick with you forever?

I know lots of people have already been tagged in this but I’m tagging anyway.  If you feel like it: @canonicallyanxious @hjertetssunnegalskap1 @floraflorenzi @annahmariag @drucksideblog @wehave4ever @heihallohadet @thevintagepinkdoor @driftovertheedge @nessauepa @newyearsirresolution