#thank god for my journal lmao

[sforzesco]

saw the "how often do you think about the Roman Empire" meme and thought about you <3

my first thought was to say, well maybe not every day, but I just looked in my journal and I do I fact think about Ancient Rome on a daily basis

[lokh]

oh my god. ive been on t for 3 years and 3 months???????????

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you sacrifice your strawberries and eyelash wishes for the boy knocking at your door.

idol!jungkook x reader, strangers to friends (?) to lovers / fluff and a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: allusions to death and grief / jungkook is a cutie patootie and a blushing hopeless romantic mess / he wants to kiss oc so bad (me too bro) / oc is a sunshine <3 / they do chores and watch movies together :((( / in one scene he was worried oc would think of him as a perv lmao / they’re dorks and i love them / seokjin cameo hehehe

> in which masterlist!

note: to make up for the pain i may have caused and will cause <3 LOL. i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing :D as always reblogs and feedback are appreciated! come chat w me. ily 🌼

—

“it’s so cold,” you mutter through chattering teeth.

the grocery bags sit on the hardwood table with a thud— the careless bringer too hasty. you shove your icy hands in the deep pockets of your jacket, breathing in and out with a sense of relief.

you are not granted the mundane euphoria for much longer, however. the doorbell rings and you are padding across the floor against your will. the cold air hits your face before it enters your apartment.

however, the happy smile that greets you blankets your heart with a type of warmth that is difficult to describe.

if you had to guess who was behind the door, you wouldn’t say the boy you’ve been fiercely pining over for the past month, but it is certainly who you’d be hoping for regardless.

“good morning!”

“oh! wait there for a moment!”

jungkook stands motionless by your open front door as you disappear into your apartment. confusion accompanied by curiosity, he tries poking his head inside, but then decides that he shouldn’t.

upon your return, his face lights up again.

“here you go!”

he accepts the jar of honey faster than he could think.

“w-why are you-?”

you tilt your head, lips forming a small pout. “isn’t that what you’re here for?”

“uh, actually-” he awkwardly pauses, hand that carries the heavy paper bag behind him suddenly feeling weak. “i came here to give you something.”

your eyes animatedly expand in surprise of the size of it, not at all expecting to receive a gift from him today. you do know that he’s fresh from japan, as you converse on the phone almost everyday… why would he come here almost immediately? and didn’t he say they weren’t given the chance to roam the city because of their work schedule?

“i just grabbed things i thought you might like. i hope i got most of them right?” he explains with a nervous chuckle as you take a look inside.

a diverse array of snacks; a beautiful journal painted with cherry blossoms; a hello kitty plushie; stickers, muji pens…

“oh my god, jungkook… these are too much. you didn’t have to.”

oh, curse the hopeless fluttering of your heart.

“wow, gifting your merch- that’s real idol behavior for you.” you tease him, referring to the hooded jacket that has their group logo on its plastic packaging. “thank you!”

“no but it seriously warms you up! i have one too!”

“jungkook, why are you so cute?!”

“ah, shut up! i’m getting embarrassed!” he whines, blushing. “just look at them later after i leave, how about that?”

“let go! it’s mine!” you glare at him, hugging the paper bag to your chest to deny his advances on snatching it away. “are you not leaving? don’t you have work?”

“i told you— it’s my rest day.”

“you did?”

“while we were texting last night.”

“oh,” you blink. “i don’t remember reading that.”

“you? what are you doing today?”

you bite back the smile threatening to give away the thoughts running in your mind a thousand miles per hour. why does he want to know?

“nothing special. just chores the entire day.”

jungkook puts his hand inside the pocket of his coat, an attempt to appear casual as he offers you his valiant effort. “do you want some help? i’m good at doing chores.”

you stare at him, perplexed, as if he just said the most ridiculous sentence you’ve ever heard in your entire life.

“it’s your rest day and you want to do chores?”

“sure,” he grins playfully, not at all seeing how that could be wrong. “why not?”

“you know…” you pause— observing his expression, considering shutting your mouth, but that plan rarely ever works out. “you can just say that you want to spend time with me, right?”

your bluntness sends his heart racing. you’re a danger to his health.

he sinks his perfect teeth on his bottom lip, bringing his dimples into view. to be honest, you didn’t always have a thing about dimples. you didn’t consider them all that special. but why do they make him look cute and sexy at the same time?

his cheeks become tinted with a pale scarlet. you’re wearing that friendly beam again; he doesn’t know how to act. he never knows whether you are joking or not.

“well, now i know.”

—

jungkook sets down the jar of honey on the table as he settles in the living room, fascinated doe eyes darting around every inch of your place. it’s not his first time here, but somehow, it looks different each time. the two frames hanging above the sofa captures his attention all over again, colorful drawings against the plain white wall. gifted to you by your siblings, you said.

a tall castle with a happy family. a little boy slaying a dragon to protect a princess from its savage fire.

he is blissfully unaware of the knowledge that the drawings are the lone survivors of a school bus and a tragedy. you want it to stay that way. you want people to feel the opposite of the sadness you feel when you look at them. that is how you seek your peace.

“are you wearing toe socks?”

“huh?” he makes a sound of confusion, only processing your question upon seeing your gaze trained to his feet. “ah- toe socks- yes.”

“i’m only noticing them now. they look funny.” you scrunch your nose, chuckling.

“don’t laugh! they’re so comfortable!”

“really?” your eyes widen with genuine interest. “i should try them then.”

“yeah, you should!”

he whips his head around as he jokingly voices out an observation.

“but ____, your house kind of looks different today… it’s almost like it’s cleaner than the last time i was here.”

you bury your face in your hands with a high-pitched wine, hiding from him in humiliation. you did not plan on inviting someone over that night, and he had to watch you run around organizing and picking up things— the scattered books all over the table and the floor; the jackets that have created a big heap on the small couch; the jewelry box that ended up on the dining table for some reason.

he laughs in endearment, unable to take his eyes from you. even the way your hair bounces as you furiously shake your head is pretty. wait, does that sound weird?

“that’s right, it should look different! the first thing i did when winter break started was clean up my mess.”

“what’s the first chore on the list then?” he catches the grocery bags in the kitchen from his peripheral. “were you putting away your groceries?”

“you really want to do chores? you don’t want to watch a movie or something?”

“aigoo, it’s fine!” he waves off your reluctance. “stop worrying! i already said i’d help you.”

“but it’s embarrassing…”

it’s either jungkook is denying your advances or he is simply dense. but the fact that he showed up at your door unannounced on his day-off despite complaining about his exhaustion from their hectic work schedule, you want to lean towards the latter and believe that he is… as good at chores like he claims to be.

“you must like fruits a lot.” jungkook comments as he is squatted infront of your fridge, sheltering the freshly bought perishables one by one.

kimchi, lettuce, strawberries, tangerines, shine muscat, apples…

this is an entirely different world through your lens.

it feels strange to watch another person restock your fridge for you.

“they’re easy to eat and i’m lazy to cook.”

he chuckles as he looks back at you, who is sat on the dining table, airy and carefree as you snack on a bag of assorted chocolates from the paper bag he brought. almost all of the white chocolates are gone, he notes.

“not because they’re nutritious?”

“that’s the bonus!”

“what is this?”

“cranberry juice.”

“and this?”

“oyster sauce.”

you energetically hop off the table, an idea lighting up the bulb in your mind.

“i have another recipe for you. french toast with strawberries, then drizzle some of the honey. should i make it for you?”

“ah!” he gasps as if he is in pain, but the truth is his mouth is watering. he hasn’t eaten breakfast, and he wanted to eat more for dinner last night but sleep proved to be much more enticing than food. “that sounds so good! i’m starving!”

“stand up!” you begin pulling at the back of his sweater, forcing him to remove himself from the floor. “i’ll make it! just go relax in the living room, okay?”

“but you just said you’re lazy to cook.” he tilts back his head, meeting your gaze. “i’ll help you.”

“i’m not lazy when it becomes to being a host.”

you bend down with a sweet smile, merely inches away from him, and jungkook swears the earth has stopped spinning on its axis. your face is natural and bare, except for the sheen of lip balm across your lips— and dear heavens, having you this close, you are so breathtakingly beautiful.

“they’re playing christmas movies on channel 36.” you announce, giving him the bag of chocolates. “and the remote is… somewhere on the sofa… or maybe the floor.”

and as he gets practically kicked out of the kitchen, your hands roughly pushing his back, he daydreams of kissing you and tasting sugar on your lips.

—

the sweet, addicting smell of the french toast— strong hints of butter and cinnamon— invades every corner of your apartment. consequently, it also compels jungkook to break your rules and insert himself in the kitchen again.

“you never give up, do you?”

“i don’t,” he agrees, nodding eagerly. he has successfully stolen the task of washing the strawberries, and then slicing them after. he endures the freezing water rendering his hands numb. “it’s a known fact.”

“are you saying i should study harder?” you cross your arms, expression painted with faux vexation.

“yes! exactly!” he humors you, grinning of amusement. “what’s my favorite color?”

you sigh, looking at him from head to toe.

“anyone can guess that from a mile away, jungkook.”

“fuck, okay. that’s fair!”

the sound of his laughter reminds of you reasons to stay through the cycle of the seasons. you don’t understand why, but for some reason, it has finally begun to feel like christmas. the only comfort that comes along with the cruel winter that nips at your skin; the blanket over your heart that provides a type of warmth one can travel to seek but will never be able to find alone.

“what’s my height then?”

“aren’t you six feet?”

the silence that follows is an answer enough for you. the noise of the television emerges now that none of you is talking. he pretends to be too busy to speak, transferring the strawberries over to the chopping board.

“yes, you’re ri-”

“liar!” you point an accusatory finger at him.

and he winces, guilty as charged.

“you hesitated!”

“tsk, i should’ve said yes faster! i wanted to experience what it’s like to be tall!” he regretfully purses his lips, eyebrows knitted as if he just lost the lottery. “but haven’t you read it online? even my shoe size and weight are there.”

“what? why do people even need to know that…?” you exclaim, flabbergasted. “i mean- of course i’ve searched up your name, but it feels like cheating on a test. does that sound silly…? it’s just more fun learning about you from you.”

you briefly walk away to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, and jungkook is left at the counter with fondness blossoming in his chest, bleeding into the chopped strawberries staining his hands red.

he calls out your name.

“mhmm?” you hum in question, muffled by the water in your mouth.

“want to hear a fact about me?”

you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, eyes expanding with fueled interest. “what?”

“i’m actually very good in the kitchen.” he boasts his skills with the kitchen knife, quick and precise, the blade against the wood creating the satisfying click you usually only hear from cooking shows. “are you seeing this? huh…? what do you think?”

“so i’ve noticed. i want something new!”

at that, his shoulder sags in disappointment. to his demise, there goes another failed attempt at making you acknowledge that he is boyfriend material.

“what do you want to know? ask me questions.”

“what’s your ideal type?”

being in your presence for the past hour has gotten jungkook re-adjusted to your personality— straight-forward, bold, smart— so vivacious that it’s dizzying. you make him nervous and comfortable at the same time, and he doesn’t quite know how to explain it either. but you’re a breath of fresh air, the change that he has been anticipating to disrupt his routine.

“why do you want to know that?”

you shrug coyly, smiling like the troublesome vixen that you are. you rather enjoy the tension that has hung in the air. if you’ve learned something from the past: men are easy to get, not easy to keep. because they relish in the chase, getting strung along like this. so, shouldn’t you have your fun too? but even if jungkook’s intentions were pure, you can only imagine that seeing someone whose life revolves around their career is… the perfect recipe for disaster.

“i think who you like also says a lot about who you are as a person.”

“i like someone who is kind and funny…” he hums in thought, unconsciously slotting a piece of strawberry in between his lips. “and passionate about the things they love… mhmm, someone who can be honest with me.”

his words form a constellation named after you, unbeknownst to you, and he wants to say more but anticipating what comes next after you connect the dots makes his stomach twist. he doesn’t feel like an adult yet. he’s still just a young boy with a gorgeous crush and high ambitions that coalesce in his dreams.

“i like someone who has a really pretty smile, too.”

and he should probably stop staring, erase the dumb lovesick smile on his face. for fuck’s sake, it would be easier for him if you would just do the same. behind the sparkles of your eyes, there is something he’s been dying to decipher.

“okay, why are you looking at me like that?”

because you are so pretty, especially when you smile.

“nothing,” he replies innocently. “you? what’s your ideal type? who do you like?”

“i don’t know… no one has captured my heart yet. they’re not trying hard enough!”

every romance you’ve had so far has been a letdown.

“but i’m still looking. i’m young, and hot, and the universe is vast.”

“mhm, i see… that’s true, but maybe… you don’t want to be looking too far.” jungkook suggests.

you smirk. “so you agree that i’m hot?”

“you know. you don’t need me to say it.” he chuckles, shaking his head.

“but i want to hear you say it.”

“you’re very beautiful, ____.”

“but that’s not-”

“the food is ready! let’s eat it before it gets cold!”

he runs to the living room without waiting for you, and you seize the opportunity to squeal without a sound, punching the counter without actually punching— releasing the giddiness threatening to spill from the seams of your heart.

you don’t know if this is heading somewhere, nor do you expect it to, but where you are right now is a good place to be.

—

the movie playing on the screen has become more of a white noise to you, a family comedy far less fascinating compared to jungkook drizzling honey over strawberries and bread from a spoon. you wonder if he is aware how often he creates sound effects while he is doing something.

beside you, his body quakes with cackles during the scenes that an editor would definitely insert the classic sound of an audience’s collective laughter and holler. you stumble upon the understanding that his happiness lies in a myriad of things, and you would envy him for it if not for the fact that he is currently sharing that happiness with you. you laugh when he laughs, and being becomes a little less heavier at that moment.

another commercial break rudely interrupts and jungkook turns towards you. the two of you sit cross-legged, knees knocking against each other as you occupy nearly the entire sofa.

“hi!”

“hi.”

“what are your plans for the holidays?”

“my best friend’s family invited me to stay with them for christmas until the new year. it’s kind of been a tradition since…”

the end of your sentence hangs suspended in the air. you still can’t say it out loud.

jungkook knows they’re gone and you’re alone: only the plain and brutal truths.

the reminder that this is the third christmas you will not spend with your family; the thought that this would be the third christmas they would spend without you if the afterlife was real— they bring tears to your eyes at once, but you forcibly blink them away, shoving enthusiasm down your throat.

“how about you?” you take a bite from your toast, attempting to divert your thoughts to… anything else. “are you coming home?”

you hide so well behind a smile. it doesn’t occur to jungkook that his question rubbed salt on an open wound.

“i miss my mom but i can’t go home yet.” he pouts. “i have work on christmas day as usual. we’ve been preparing hard for it.”

“oh, that’s right! gayo daejeon?!”

he nods in confirmation.

the music festival has been an annual event for his group since they debuted, and he never feels the need to complain because not everyone is given this kind of opportunity. what’s extraordinary for most has become his ordinary, and what was once his ordinary like everybody else’s has simply become a thing of the past. nevertheless, he does not have regrets. he is living a good life, one that he believes is his fate. as long as he has a voice and it is being heard, then his existence has meaning.

“your family will surely watch you, so they’re still celebrating it with you in a way. making them proud is the best christmas gift you can give!”

and right now, in his life, you are the cherry on top. you were so cheerful and supportive about the final shows of their tour as well, raving about how amazing it is to perform three nights in a row at gocheok skydome.

“i’ll watch you too!”

he can’t help it— you’re driving him to be better at what he does. childishly, he wants show off and be the one to capture your heart.

“ah!” he groans. “that means i should work harder at practice tomorrow! i can’t mess up infront of you and my family!”

“why not me? you want to make me proud too?” you interrogate him jokingly.

“of course, it’s my job. it’s what i do best. i’ll make you see!”

“use me as motivation then. you can’t mess up, okay? you have to do well, jungkook! you better not make a mistake! my eyes will be focused on you only!”

his face is reminiscent of a deer caught in the headlights— the headlights being your wide, threatening eyes.

he releases a shaky sigh in dramatic fashion. “i don’t feel motivated, though? i’m getting pressured?”

you wheeze; the plate over your lap tilts along with its contents.

“this is tough love!”

jungkook nearly staggers to his feet. “…love?”

you roll your eyes, small corners of your lips still cheekily lifted. “was the french toast good?”

jungkook is interrupted before he can form a response.

“but if it tastes like shit, just lie to me!”

“what are you talking about?!”

oh my god, you’re too fucking good at making him laugh.

“you’re eating it too! you know it’s delicious!”

“maybe you got a bad batch!”

—

“i’m going to the laundry shop across the street. i’ll just be a minute.” you announce, hauling a laundry basket to the living room.

your strained grunts prompt jungkook to look up from his phone, and eventually to stand up with urgency and relieve you of your heavy, heavy burden.

“shit, how heavy is this?”

you’re not given a chance to protest as the basket is immediately stolen from your grasp; your lips part open but no words come out.

“i’ll come with you!”

“well, hopefully not more than twelve kilos.”

it’s definitely heavier than usual; mainly comprised of the thick and layered clothes you’ve been wearing to shield yourself from the unforgiving cold.

“let’s go.”

jungkook wraps his hand around your wrist, gently tugging. the butterflies in your stomach wakes up earlier than spring’s arrival.

“this thing is bigger than you.”

an extremely obvious exaggeration.

“i’ll be the one to carry it.“

—

jungkook wears a cap and a face mask underneath his hoodie, eyes barely even visible in his all-black getup for the public to see; and somehow you also find yourself with a scarf around your neck, pulled up over the bridge of your nose.

when the year 2017 rolled in, you predicted that more crazy, life-altering stuff would happen. it has been an on-going theme, a relentless domino effect that has brought you to your knees time and time again. but you never would’ve fucking imagined that this is how you would be wrapping it up. how the hell did you cross paths with a famous idol, and why is he carrying your laundry basket right now?

“wait here for a bit.” you bring both hands to the basket’s handles, coaxing him to let go. “i’ll just bring it inside.”

“are you only dropping it off? that’s expensive!”

“what?” you stare at him in bewilderment, not expecting him to utter such statement at all. “you’re talking like you’re not rich!”

“i’m not! and still,” jungkook becomes flustered underneath his disguise. “it’s good to be practical. anyway, we have a lot of time.”

“you sound more like a mom than my mom did.”

“shhh!” he shushes you, putting a finger over his face mask. “let’s just do your laundry ourselves.”

“why would you do laundry right now? you’re supposed to be resting in the first place!”

a tug of war ensues infront of the laundry shop. strangers doesn’t know better. you look like a married couple bickering over who should take responsibility of the chore.

“____, just let me, mhm? i’m a pro at doing laundry too! we’ll be done before you know it!”

“how are you good at everything? honestly, it sounds like a scam!”

“how dare you doubt me?” he gasps in offense. “i do my own laundry!”

“seriously?” you quirk an eyebrow.

“i’m serious!”

“i don’t think i believe you, though…”

“if you search online, you-” your voice echoes in his mind, and subsequently, jungkook cuts himself off.

‘it feels like cheating on a test. it’s more fun learning about you from you.’

“oh, nevermind. let’s go inside already. i’m freezing!”

“jungkook!” you whine, stomping your feet on the ground as you refuse to let go of the basket despite jungkook beginning to head inside.

“why?” he copies the childishness of your tone, and although you can’t see his face, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes tell you enough.

“we can’t…”

the adorable sight of you appearing to be so shy is foreign to him. he can’t help but to chuckle. “why not?”

your lips form a pout.

“my panties…”

you bring a finger to point at the basket.

“they’re in there too… i was only going to drop them off today because you came with me…”

“ah…” jungkook awkwardly freezes, unblinking. “wait, you’re right?”

why didn’t he think of that? he’s a fucking idiot. of fucking course. what if you take things the wrong way and you’re creeped out by him now?!

“fuck, sorry. i’m sorry. i wasn’t- um, i swear i wasn’t trying to…”

his tongue becomes tied, struggling to search for the words that won’t make him sound like a damn pervert.

yeah, way to go, jungkook. you’re not the fucking boyfriend yet and you’re ruining your chances.

“did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry. it probably looked li-”

“hey, breathe, calm down. it’s alright, jungkook.”

you giggle in amusement, placing a hand over his chest— his heart. it’s meant to ease him, but the knowledge that you’re feeling his racing heartbeat only causes it to further intensify. he swallows the lump in his throat, dumbfounded by the turn of events. he wants the ground to swallow him whole, but he also wants to stay in this moment a little while longer.

“it’s alright. i’ll go bring this inside then i’ll treat you to lunch at the restaurant over there! don’t run away from me, okay?”

—

“the yukgaejang looks good.” you utter absentmindedly, admiring the spicy beef soup with plentiful vegetables from afar. “i’m jealous of you.”

the other tables are already having a feast while you and jungkook are waiting for your take-out to be prepared.

“then you should’ve ordered it too.” jungkook scolds you lightheartedly. “should i go?”

“no! i’m not good with spicy food. spice makes me cry.”

he smiles softly. once again, you complete the picture from his eyes. “what is there to frown so sadly about?”

“i feel like i’m missing out.” you complain, the pout on your face almost permanent. “spicy food is like one of the trademarks of korea, you know? but i can’t handle it!”

“so cute…” jungkook has decided to give in to his impulses, it seems— the evidence is him pinching your cheek for the very first time, and with the discovery of its delightsome softness, it will definitely not be the last.

“oh, oh, oh! an eyelash!”

his doe eyes glisten with pure wonder and excitement, and the air in your lungs becomes suspended when his hand moves to tenderly cup the side of your face. as he is absorbed in capturing the tiny eyelash that has fallen and glued itself on your cheek, your mind reels with the size of his hand, the sensation of his innocent touch against your neck.

“aaand-” jungkook takes your hand, passing on the eyelash to your index finger. “there you go. make a wish!”

your eyes flicker down, and none of you speaks for a moment or two.

a wish…?

what does one wish for when they have given up on wishing for miracles?

“did you do it?”

you peek at jungkook, nodding. at last, you blow the eyelash away, outside the window, where it becomes one with the snowflakes that came from the same sky where wishes are supposedly granted.

“what did you wish for?”

“i’ll tell you when it comes true.”

—

jungkook eats so well— you feel full just by watching him eat. so when he asked you, eyebrows knitted and legs bouncing, if he could have more rice, you were left with no choice but to plug in the rice cooker for the second time today. you cooked only enough for two meals today: brunch and dinner for one. you’re more than happy to have given him the dinner portion. you like that your apartment is providing warmth for another soul, despite the old times that it housed ones that ended up haunting you.

“are there any more chores to do? while we wait for the rice?”

you gaze switches from him to the living room.

the boy who was knocking at your door is now vacuuming your floors.

you sit on the couch with your legs hugged to your chest, chin propped on your knees. an unexplainable feeling swims in your chest, but your heart calls to welcome it. not to be delusional, but technically, isn’t this a marriage proposal?

it falls on dear ears— the infuriating sound of the cheap vacuum cleaner your landlord lended you and never came back for. underneath it is jungkook’s mellifluous voice, humming and singing, and it’s all you can hear.

the only use you knew of honey is the magic it does with tea for a sore throat. when you learned about his demanding occupation, he is all you can think of in relation to the elixir. since then, you’ve been taking the god awful amount of honey your pesky neighbor provides without any complaints.

this is nice… this is good. you are glad that you opened the door.

—

after a hearty and satisfying meal, you and jungkook retired to your previous spots infront of the television screen. more of the snacks he bought for you ended up being shared. near your stacks of books are colorful food wrappers and half-empty glasses of water. two mediocre yet entertaining movies later, you tell jungkook that you should pick up your laundry before the shop closes in an hour. however, after he has excused himself to the bathroom, he is greeted by the sight of you peacefully asleep on the sofa.

once more, a new side of you is laid bare, and his affection grows. he doesn’t know when he can admire your face this close again without melting from your stare.

heedful of disturbing your much deserved rest, he carefully places a pillow beneath your head, and he pulls down the blanket you’re wrapped in to cover your cold feet.

with one last stolen glimpse, he grabs your key and receipt from the bowl and leaves.

—

“is it time for you to leave?” you delicately rub at your eyes that are still half-closed; voice quiet, barely there.

you were awoken by the front door opening and closing, but nothing has quite registered to your fuzzy brain yet, except for the coat that you neatly kept and is already re-worn by its owner.

and he knows you’re most probably just sleepy, but the way you’re gazing at him as if you’re sad to see him go makes his heart clench.

“no, i picked up your laundry.” he enlightens you, consciously speaking with refined tenderness, as to preserve the serenity that has enveloped the atmosphere. “i can stay until eight. is that okay?”

you release a weary sigh, nodding. “of course… and you’re such a nice friend, thank you.”

he plops down on the sofa, filling the jungkook-shaped space beside you.

tired… you’re so tired… despite the given privilege to finally sleep to your heart’s content, you’re still so tired. your forehead lands softly on his shoulder, and unbeknownst to you due to your stupor, jungkook’s breath hitches— the polar opposite of the steady rise and fall of your chest. you make him swoon. he deliberately ignores the fact that you just called him a friend.

you peer down at the floor, past the curtain of your disheveled hair, slowly blinking. those ridiculous toe socks… you giggle in secret.

“jungkook?”

“yes?”

“are you cold?”

“freezing.”

you lift your head and he knows— you have to be playing games with his heart, bringing the temptation to kiss you so painfully close. “do you want some tea?”

—

the performance has commenced but the passionate screams of the audience still rings in jungkook’s ears as he runs backstage, chased by the staff attempting to wipe the sweat he is practically bathing in. he squeezes one eye shut as beads of sweat threaten to enter it. his chest heaves with exhaustion and his heart pumps with overwhelming adrenaline. most of the time, this job doesn’t feel real. he feels high. this is the textbook definition of a dream.

“where’s my phone? please? does anyone have it?” he yells in the midst of the chaos and clamor as he completely strips off his in-ears.

a hand reaches towards him with the device, and his expression of gratitude gets lost somewhere among the repetitive reminders of the remaining time before they should have returned to their designated seats.

he allows the hair and make-up stylists to do their jobs, him as their doll in need of a retouch. on the other hand, he impatiently waits for his phone to power on.

the tapping of jungkook’s foot ceases, and from his glowing reflection on the vanity mirror, the clueless people surrounding him witnesses love strike.

guess my eyelash wish worked like a charm. your performances went really well

and you looked so cool on stage ☺️

merry christmas jungkook ❤️

“jungkook-ah, what are you smiling at?!”

seokjin cackles. jungkook didn’t even notice him roll his chair so close. he then decides to play dumb to tease their youngest one.

“wow, who is this ____ you’re texting?”

“hyung!” jungkook panics, hissing underneath his breath. “lower your voice!”

“ouch!” seokjin yells, rubbing his arm that was hit as a punishment.

he allows a moment of silence.

his expression goes blank and he avenges himself.

“ah!” jungkook gasps as the slap on his thigh resonates, forced to be ripped away from overthinking a text message. “hyung! you better start running!”

Draft: i know it’s late.. but can i see you later?|

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[pseudoartistpostsstuff]

Yandere time and hyrule headcannons

I'm not sure if you've seen the hype around sky being in his undershirt and being ✨pretty✨ in the recent update, but could I please request reader fawning over Yan!sky in his undershirt or some general hc's for him?

Thank you both for requesting!

Notes: I wasn't that online on tumblr around that time, so I only saw it now lmao.

Anyway, I did both headcannons and a oneshot, hope you'll like it!

Also, yes, I merged those two requests since headcannons can be piled into the same post.

I'll probably sound redundant in a lot of these, simply because I didn't write this at one go and when I got to it again I may have forgotten that I wrote it before. My memory is not the best, forgive me.

There are more headcannons for Time because he's my favorite, sorry.

I need a master list, seriously.

Edited before sleeping, I'm sleepy and probably messed up one or two paragraphs of this.

The oneshot in question.

TWs: Yanderism, Mentions of food and bad eating habits and a little of my fairy/fae brain rot.

Don't mind grammatical errors, please!

Headcannons for yandere Sky, Time and Hyrule.

Yandere! Lu! Sky x Reader

For starters, Sky is sweet, but he is very manipulative.

Therefore, don't be surprised if you notice you stopped doing many of the things you used to do when you first got through the portal.

Most of the time it's not even bad things!

He might team up with Hyrule and Wild to take care of your main health, like eating habits. If you're a picky eater then expect Sky to slowly transition you into eating a little bit of everything, in no time you'll be eating like Wild does.

Then again, he'll also make sure to get the ingredients to the foods you do eat without struggling, also getting Wild to make a separate meal for you, should you not eat that one specific recipe Wild made for dinner.

You'll probably be getting help from him when it comes to self-care habits as well, like, the max of skin care and hair care you can get at Hyrule. He will make the effort to talk to people who know more about your skin and hair type, those who have it and take care of it well.

But, we can't ignore the genuinely bad things he will try to influence you into doing...

Privacy? Gone.

Not only will he be around you most if not all of the time, but he will also always be paying close attention to you and what you're doing.

So if you believed keeping a journal in your language would help you keep some things to yourself, then think again. The privacy of using your language instead of hyrulean to write in your jornal will soon turn into a mere illusion. Despite being more quiet and seemingly the less imposing of the Links, Sky has already gone, and will keep going through lengths for you, which includes learning the language you use.

Of course he noticed you kept a private journal, and despite you trying to lie about the contents of it, it's only a matter of time until he is skillfully scanning through the pages with his eyes like he's reading his favorite book. Memorizing any and all information he can find about you.

As manipulative as he is, he is also delusional, he doesn't have any idea of what he is doing, he simply doesn't know that what he is doing is wrong on so many levels.

He's not doing anything on purpose, he's just trying to protect you and get you to like him, like a normal guy!! At least, Zelda liked it when he did this with her back then, just how different are you two?

Genuinely, Sky would have a hard time figuring you and your emotions out. You're a human being after all, and he respects that those things are not supposed to be easy to figure out. In fact, he highly respects and appreciates that you're complex.

Not that he'll respect boundaries, nope, no way.

You're a puzzle he's very much looking forward to figuring out. Honestly, the only puzzle he'd ever want to figure out.

So, I'll probably elaborate this later, but the chain as Gods. Sky would be very much a Thor. That means silly blonde lightening man.

Imagine hylians from Sky's era used matching earrings alike engagement rings, like, Sky just randomly inviting you to an overly nice picnic, just to hand you blue earings just like his.

And if you don't have your ears pierced anywhere it'd be even better in his eyes, since he'd just adjust it to be a "normal" ring.

It was actually an engagement ring, but you didn't know that, or any of the other Links, really, since this tradicional custom got lost in time.

Yandere! Lu! Time x Reader

I think pretty much everyone knows Time is a teasing bastard.

Don't get me wrong, he can be pretty mature, but trust me, it's not really common for him to act like that.

Time is used to pretending, he used many different masks to become different races in his journey, that was needed from him at the time, the same way that being the mature one is being needed from him right now.

Just because he is deeply traumatized emotionally and physically from his job as a hero doesn't mean his personality is lost as well.

It didn't change that much since he was a child, not really.

He is addicted to making you flustered, so if you get flustered easily I'm sorry for you.

If making you blush is a challenge then I'm just as sorry for you, because Time isn't quite known for giving up easily.

And he's good at making people embarrassed, too.

The amount of women who were in love with him is everything I need as proof.

But the worst part? He doesn't have bad pick up lines.

Look, Time is a toucher, so yes, his love language is physical touch, that makes sense to me.

That doesn't mean only cuddling, of course, it can mean cuddling and hugging when you're alone, but do expect a few more things.

I was gonna say hand holding in public, especially in crowded places, but you know what? Guiding you by holding the back of your neck is simply easier to him, and a lot more obvious "back off!" to strangers who look at you for far too long.

Also, randomly leaning against you, the two of you may be just walking and suddenly you feel a large mass lightly leaning against your own body, almost making you stumble. you might just be standing in front of the dinner table, reading a recipe book and once again you just feel that familiar presence right behind you, but instead of hugging you from behind he's just there, like he is reading the book along with you.

Remember how you were reading that one recipe book? Well he might give it a try and help you make something in the kitchen just to spend time with you. Like, you're just pouring ingredients in a bowl and he's there "helping" you by wrapping his arm around your waist to give you "emotional support", as he calls it.

He is, in reality, just standing there watching you cook, trying his best to resist the urge to distract you and simply annoy you, because he is still trying to make it seem like he is a mature, grown man, and definitely not one who is eyeing the flour in his reach and thinking about launching a handful of it at you.

You did see his hand slowly reaching for the flour in the corner of your vision. He only stopped once you threatened to scoop out his remaining eye should even a speck of flour hit your face.

Yet, Time is a creative man, flour was only one of his plans.

He's got wandering hands and wandering lips. And he can and will make use of those just to distract you.

And that's how Time became banned from the kitchen when you were the one cooking, only being able to join you for cleaning later.

So yeah, his love language is physical touch, but it is also disturbance.

In that matter, he's not very different from Wind when you two are alone. If you ignore his flirtatious moves, that is. But he's quite different when you two are with the others, especially if you've done, or is doing something to annoy him, then he has to keep up that mature facade of his.

He believes the others won't take him seriously should he reveal his actual personality, so really, when you're around others you'll only get glimpses of it from time to time.

It is mandatory from the Links to be stubborn, but Time takes the cake.

Maybe it is his age, but he will never change his mind, ever. No point in arguing.

So when he is silly, he is silly, but when he is serious he is terrifying, no exaggeration.

The worst part is that older people have a lot of respect in Hyrule, so no matter what he says, his word is law.

Now, don't get me wrong, by now, pet names are just a thing Time always does with you, in a way you barely hear your own name coming from his lips unless he's being really serious about something.

But actual words of affirmation? Not his thing.

He'd much rather be as clingy as glue to you when you're alone.

But, not like Sky's soft, light cuddles. Time Will basically smother you.

Seriously, it may be his sheer muscle mass, but he'll drap himself over you in a way you'll feel yourself surrounded by him.

In fact, the first time he did it you probably almost suffocated.

You'll get used to it eventually, though. Hopefully.

He's pontual and very strict as well, he and Hyrule are probably gonna be bickering in most matters involving you, like, for example, "five more minutes" naps.

Don't even try to trick him, you'll hear stuff like "I was your age once" and shit, the man will act like he's a hundred years old or something.

Then again, he might be, after all, he is older in mind than he is in body.

He was forced to mature quicker and went through a lot of trauma, that, and he also had to go back in time a lot of times.

Now that I think about it, he probably lived for longer than your grandparents. Just saying.

Yandere! Lu! Hyrule x Reader

Don't get him wrong, Hyrule is very much full of love, really. He cares about everyone equally.

Yet, as corny as that is, your name isn't "everyone", you're not anyone, you're you, how could he even think about possibly treating you the same way as he treats everyone else?

You're put on a pedestal, everyone else is treated equally by him, except you, you are treated like you are divine and not mortal like he is.

So you'll feel like a toddler 24/7 around Hyrule, he is not as stubborn as Time, he's just… Persistent.

The other Links will find themselves teasing him for it a lot, even if deep inside they are just the same.

Play nice, walk on the line and you'll have a Hyrule at your beck and call. If you know how to do it right, you will be able to use his babying to your own benefit, because trust me, his persistence can work on the Links much more than yours, after all, they trust him for being another Link.

I feel like he'd also help you keep pets, it may be his fairy nature, but he is just good with animals, especially with forest animals. Be them small or big.

Although he definitely has a soft spot for smaller pets, even more if you're the one asking him to bring along a pet you found.

Surprisingly or not, Hyrule is probably one of the most protective Links if you happen to lean more towards the naive/vulnerable side of the spectrum.

It's a general fairy headcannon of mine, but since fairies take care of forest and the animals there, specially the smaller or more vulnerable types of animals, then it's not new for them to be also quite protective towards humans close to them.

Bonus points if they have those traits.

But then again, you're Hyrule's darling, you may be as strong and independent as a Link yourself, but he'll still see you as in need of his care and attention at all times.

That also may or may not be another reason why Hyrule treats you like a toddler.

So yeah, coddling. Lots of it.

Hyrule is also a fan of small things, trinkets. Natural or shiny... Precious or useless... In his eyes all are treasures.

Treasures you'll find your bags and pockets full of.

He is absolutely a rock, cristal guy.

Imagine, you're just walking to another village, and suddenly Hyrule stops walking for a few moments, just to speed walk towards you again just a bit later, cleaning something he is holding in his hands with the help of his sleeve.

Then he hands you a small, clear rock, grinning.

Better get used to this, it's probably gonna happen at least once every day.

So yeah, love language is gift giving and acts of service.

I feel like he's very awkward with words of affirmation, he didn't spend a lot of time saying or hearing those, after all. Like most of the Links.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

YES YES YES I GO CRAZY ABOUT IT

there was a piece of analysis in the notes of a gen fic i read a while back where it basically said that (30s!)ford was fine putting their relationship on pause until ford was ready to reconcile or needed something from stan. there was never any consideration that stan wouldn’t “want to make it up to him” or even a passing thought that stan would reject him despite presumably never mentioning stan to fiddleford or anyone in the town he lived in, and not talking about him at all with family

anyways that piece of analysis still keeps me up at night.

God its actually so insane to think about. I was mostly joking in my post, but its pretty crazy how Ford is very much aware of Stan's loyalty to him and we've seen how far he's willing to stretch it for his own benefit without anything in return. Ford is so clearly aware of the fact Stan would literally do anything for him.

I think much of it boils down to his own belief that Stan is willing to do whatever it takes keep him around. I mean, didn't Stan ruin his future prospects at his dream school specifically so they can keep adventuring together? Why would Stan deny Ford anything at that point if he's willing to cost the family literal millions for his "selfish gains"? (and again, Ford is under the impression Stan destroyed the machine on purpose and is essentially trying to baby trap him with the Stan O War lmao)

He internalizes this, like some vault in his brain that assures him he would always have his brother, even when he doesn't want him at that moment. Or at least, believes he doesn't but he does, and that is even something he's very obviously ashamed of or else he wouldnt hide the literal decades worth of memorabilia of Stan from Fiddleford or would be writing his real feelings in secret code.

But back to the point: Ford has no qualms using this to his own benefit and he does it multiple times. He does it when begging Stan to come to Gravity Falls, he does it when he expects Stan to just shut up and take the book away even without sitting him down and explaining why these journals are so important and dangerous in the first place. It's something he even utilizes right after getting out of the portal, by telling Stan to shut down his thirty year long and successful business and leave after the summer is over and Stan agrees.

But it's worth noting too that that's the last time you will ever catch Stan doing a total favor for Ford without something in return. Stan at that point is done doing things for Ford without the proper reciprication and its not like you can blame him. He has to be convinced by Mabel to save Ford again and he puts his foot down on getting that thanks he was owed over fixing the portal even though there was a literal apocalypse happening. Make no mistake though, because until then, Ford wasn't under any delusion that Stan wouldnt do anything he asks because Stan pretty much proved he would. This is also why Ford was pretty comfortable asking Stan to join the circle because other than "Who the hell would deny holding hands to save the world?" there's also a "How could Stan ever say no to me?" Having to swallow his pride for even half a second and actually reciprocate literally 1/100 of the things Stan was willing to do for him was how we got "Grammar, Stanley" lmao

and this is my own headcanon, but i suppose that other than essentially killing Stanley by erasing his mind, I think that's also a moment where the vault opens in Ford's head and he realizes he won't always have his brother like he believes he does. The same brother who travelled halfway across the country for a brother who he hadn't contacted for 10 years. The same brother who was willing to keep him fed and sheltered under a roof that legally technically is more Stan's than it is Ford's and rescind his one condition of staying away from the kids to give Dipper his blessing of hanging out with Ford. That same brother is going to forget all about that, forget his loyalty and unconditional love towards Ford and Ford realizes he loses the one person who was always willing to fight for him, more than anyone else in the world. Its really really good shit man

[valentine-cafe]

The way I squealed when I read my flower crown ask!! AHH ITS SO CUTE 🥺🥰 THEY'RE SO CUTE AHHHHH I LOBE THEMMMM, THEY'RE ALL BABY🥰🥰

Fr got me looking away from my phone and kicking my feet like a school girl 🤭

Anyways- before I rant about my love for them LMAO, i immediately thought of another ask for them with mermaid reader!

Basically, they're all talking and chilling while watching the movie right? And Rishen notices readers ears are fin like!

(And I believe that Rishen is the only one that hasn't met a mermaid before??? I could be wrong 😔)

So, intrigued, she asks reader about that. And soon it becomes reader kinda showing off their mermaid attributes. Like ears, webbed hands, and even their tail!

Talisen throws in a few bits and questions on his knowledge of mermaids, while Alessio sits back and smiles warmly, seeing his 3 favorite people getting along🥰

Thank you so much for answering the ask, it was so cute 🥺 these boys got me frfr

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˖⁺. ﹙ nerdy hybrid-hero & motherly moth/mantis goddess reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . your webs are so beautiful- gods, your tail! !! 🍒 :  rishen: hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ˖ talisen: poet ˖ grim reaper ˖ naga character ˖ alessio: punkgoth ˖ mercenary ˖ immortal character ﹙ verse 781 rishen, talisen & alessio. ﹚

“I thought mermaids were fiction. . .” rishen’s murmur brings a grin to your lips. most did.

“you date a fuckin’ grim reaper and you thought mermaids are fictional?’

instinctively, your hand reaches out to thwack alessio’s shoulder. of course he pretends as though you hit him with a ton of bricks. with whines and rubs of his arms, along with that familiar puppy look.

“be nice to the baby,” with a laugh you point to his face before you spin to rishen. a wide smiles plasters itself over your face and you give your fins a bit of a wiggle, which immediately has rishen standing to her feet.

she’s in front of you in the span of seconds. maroon eyes glimmer like pearls you recall cracking clams open for. your love for shining objects itches at your palms and you have to restrain yourself from reaching for her face.

“finned ears. . . ah - and your hands!” you eagerly allow her to take them into hers. the grin on her lips makes her little examinations worth it. the air of the room turns light. a comfort to the tender red light that shines through the windows from the city.

“do you have gills to?”

“of course.”

all you can do is muse and circle your finger into the collar of your shirt. it takes a small tug of the fabric and your gills swell up. put on display for the fascinated woman who lets out a small gasp.

“what about your tail?” she pipes next.

“bǎo bèi. . .” chuckles talisen with a small shake of his head. dark locks bounce around his slim face. “you cannot simply ask to see their tail. . . it is considered rude in merfolk culture.”

“I’m so sorry!” you can all but laugh at rishen’s panicked voice as she whips around to look back at you. it is now that you allow your hands to take her soft face into your palms and give her a tender, little shake.

“no harm, no fault. you didn’t know. besides I’d be more than happy to show you my tail later, how does that sound?”

there is that shine again. one that outdoes the sun itself. the stars outside must be staring down with envy. however, rishen’s gaze trails to the side. the small shift in her feet sends your brow to raise. you recognise a thing or two about their habits by now.

still, you glance to talisen who smiles in acknowledgement. then to alessio who merely shakes his head with a hushed chuckle and returns to his game device laid idly in his hold.

“well. . .” rishen starts, eyes trailing along the room as though she follows the light. like any moth would. “would it be too invasive if I asked to. . . examine you a bit? I can write it down in my anatomy journal!”

you aren’t too sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not that. your laugh breaks through the momentary silence. a quiet ‘nerd’ is huffed from alessio in amusement.

talisen joins you with a few snickers and poor rishen flushes and instantly waves her hands in front of her. “it’s fine if not -”

“no -no it’s not that. of course you can. you’re just so cute.” you pinch her cheek and pull her back down to sit alongside you. she takes it as a green light to begin spouting one-hundred-and-one questions. you answer some. leave talisen to spout others.

from the corner of your eye you catch your old friend looking upon the three of you. the fond smile on his lips brings one to yours as well.

[nevernonline]

✧.* grow as we go; svt smau.

entry #24 epilogue; until we meet again.

synopsis: over the past ten years you’ve fallen in love many times. one day someone happens to stumble across your journal sitting out on your nightstand and started posting your entries online. after all of your secrets are leaked it’s clear things would ever be the same again.

𐦍 paring: svt members x afab! reader.

𐦍 feat: non-idol! svt

𐦍 genre/s: reader is super angsty low-key, fluffy, sexual themes.

𐦍 content: swearing, bullying, crazy ex’s, mentions of sexual relations, some drinking& mary jane 🍃

masterlist ▸ 023 signing off for now ▸

note: HI! its me <3 home for at least three weeks (lmao thank god) so sorry this took so long to upload I kept kind of changing it up slightly and at this point I feel comfortable enough to make this END (for now hehe) but pls enjoy. also hopefully my other north american carat bbg's got ur tickets, my friend and I got v lucky amen, we needed a WIN. but pls look forwards to pt 2 which ill prob.... start.. after pfd (right here!!) gets started more and things die down a little in my personal life lolol. but keep ur theory's going always. ily ily. (also some of ur tags may not work im so sorry ily)

taglist: @sun-daddy-yoriichi @hipsdofangirl@kissesfrmwonwoo@minhui896@wonwooz1@porridgesblog@jasssy051@soonyoungblr@saucegirlreads@musingsofananxiouspotato@young-adult-summer@punkhazardlaw@bibs-world@the-swageyama-tobiyolo@wonuulvr@woozixo@k-drama-adict@90s-belladonna@blaycke@dnylwoo@to-mi-yo, @nonononranghaee@bee-the-loser@mxnhoeuwu @ra1n7b33

[iguessigotta]

This one's for the gays and the goths [but mainly the two who replied to my earlier post ily]

Enki Ankarian x male reader, just some fluff and....idk building a bit of a background for Enki and reader? Tbh I just opened tumblr and started writing lmao

Thinking about Enki

While exploring the dungeons together, Enki, for reasons known only to him, found himself caring for you

'Not love' he'd tell himself

'I'm not capable of love' he'd repeat to himself, a mantra to drown out that part of him that worried about you

The part of him that lost precious moments of sleep, not wanting to drop his guard and leave you defenseless. Vulnerable. Alone.

He'd scoff at the passing thought that he'd be lonely without you.

Him. Enki Ankarian. Lonely

Embarrassing at best

A potential weakness, leading him into another horrific death at worst. A weakness that, he'd tell himself, he should have thrown out the day he met you

When you'd come running into the room, scrambling around bookshelves, papers scattering on the floor in your wake - obviously something was on your tail. He'd sat there a moment, frustration growing, before sighing and closing his book. He crossed the room in a few graceful strides, stopping at the doorway, preparing a fresh ward. Just in case.

After one lazy scan of the room, Enki had decided to ignore you, plopping himself back down in a chair and opening three books simultaneously

When you'd finally crept back out of the small maze of bookshelves at the back of the room, you'd done something that surprised him

You'd quietly looked around the room, grabbing a book and deciding on a chair about as far away from both himself and the door as you could. You didn't stare or - thank the gods - try to talk to him. Aside from a couple subtle glances at him as you sat down, you didn't acknowledge him (finally, some fuckin manners! lmao)

That must have been it, he'd think to himself. Those first quiet days spent reading and sketching in journals, never exchanging more than a subtle polite nod

He'd gotten used to you simply existing around him

So when you suddenly spoke to him as he was about to move on deeper in the dungeons in search of more knowledge - voice quiet and rough from disuse, asking begging to go with him - "I'm terrified. I won't make it more than a day or two on my own....." - he already knew his answer

Even before you pierced something in his chest with your half-whsipered "please"

Pausing in the doorway, Enki had rolled his eyes and heaved out a sigh, looking as though he were contemplating killing you then and there

"Hurry up and get your things, then"

You'd immediately leapt to your feet, gathering your meager belongings and joining him by the door

He tried for days to get the image of your smile - bright, genuine - out of his head

[princess-of-the-corner]

Villain?Izuku

Think I sent an ask about how Kurogiri could end up at UA with everyone, but I just had the thought of, like. So, AfO isn’t exactly keeping Izuku under lock and key. Izuku has likely MET most of the LoV. So I’m just imagining:

(I’m gonna add my notes in italics on this one!)

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Izuku and Himiko

Himiko: Well, my Quirk makes me a monster.

Izuku: *long, detailed diatribe about why that’s bullshit*

Himiko: But, but I drink blood!

Izuku: Pretty sure you need to do that to be healthy. I bet I can prove it! Will you let me try?

Himiko: Uh, ok?

Izuku: *yoinks her Quirk* How do you feel?

Himiko: I’m … not hungry???

Izuku: And I’m suddenly starving! Point proven! But while we’re like this, would you like to know what your blood tastes like?

(Izuku just! Loves Quirks and loves every Quirk there’s no ‘bad’ Quirks to him!!!)

*

Izuku and Jin

Izuku: So, I’m pretty sure you’re real, I mean, I couldn’t take your Quirk from one of your clones, right? Plus, I broke the finger on one of your clones, and it vanished immediately, so-

Jin: *breaks his finger*

Izuku: OH MY GOD ARE YOU OK!?

Jin: Hey, I’m still here! I AM real!

Izuku: YOU DIDN’T NEED TO BREAK YOUR BONES HOLY SHIT-

(Izuku knowing him for like a week and figuring out exactly how his Quirk works is on brand lmao)

*

Izuku and Compress

(How it started)

Compress: -which is why my ancestor was one of the great thieves of- are. Are you taking notes?

Izuku: Of course! This is FASCINATING!!

(How it’s going)

AfO: Alright, Mr. Compress, do you know why I called you in?

Mr. Compress: I honestly have no idea.

AfO: I’m aware you taught my son poker. You then took him out to a Shie Hassakai gambling parlour, where he proceeded to clean out everyone who wasn’t working there. He is now buying every piece of All Might merchandise he can find.

Compress: … just to be clear, you’re mad about the All Might merchandise - NOT the fact that I taught Izuku poker, in fact, how to CHEAT at poker, or took him to an underground casino run by the yakuza?

AfO: When I said he couldn’t spend his allowance on All Might memorabilia, I was NOT expecting one of you to furnish him with another source of income!

(the skewed morals lmao. Also I feel like AfO would only have beef with it because it’s All Might. Any other Hero? Okay fine. But All Might? Really????)

*

Izuku and Magne

*for whatever reason, lots of time spent making scale models and doing puzzles. Cooking. Discussing the bullshit that is women’s clothing.*

(Izuku has vague recollections of how fashion works thanks to spending so much time at Kacchan’s house as a kid. He doesn’t /utilize/ any of this information but he has it!!)

*

Izuku and Spinner 

*several sessions of intense bonding via video games. Spinner teaches him to throw knives*

(Give the boy knives!! New skill unlocked!!!)

*

Izuku and Kurogiri

The weary uncle looking after his hyperactive nephew.

(it’s great because Kurogiri has known Izuku since AfO brought him home and like. That’s his kid now too damn it!)

* 

Izuku and Tomura (a summary)

Video games. Arguments about nothing. Nightmares weathered together. Getting on each others nerves.

Izuku: You should ask Spinner out, he’d totally say yes.

Tomura: *spluttering as he drives His character off a cliff* Wha- Who says I like that overgrown lizard!?

Izuku: Uh, you do? He’s all you’ve written about in your diary for the past three months.

Tomura: Ok, first of all, it’s a JOURNAL, not a DIARY, and second, YOU READ MY FUCKING JOURNAL!?!?

(late at night)

Izuku: Tomura?

Tomura: What?

Izuku: … do you miss your family? Your first one. Before Dad.

Tomura: … why.

Izuku: … I miss my mom.

…

Tomura: Yeah. Me too.

(Oh that HURT. Also you know that post about someone making a minecraft world and having a chest buried in the middle of the ocean that just has a notebook with their crush’s name on it? That has Tomura energy).

*

AfO: I have a plan to get the girl with the Rewind Quirk, but the best option involves Izuku. Hmmm. Well, maybe this will finally be a chance for us to bond over criminal activity … but his safety! Well, that League of Villains of Tomura’s is coming along nicely, they’ll make fine bodyguards! And surely their undying loyalty to both Izuku and myself will mean they’ll bring him back to me, where he will be safe!

*

(One miraculous escape via yakuza fight later…)

*knock on door*

Nezu: *opens door* … ah. The League of Villains, yes?

Kurogiri: Correct. Principal Nezu I presume? It’s an honour to meet you. We’re here about Izuku?

Nezu: I see. And you’re aware he has no desire to go back?

Kurogiri: Ah, you misunderstand. We have no desire to take him back.

Nezu: ?

Kurogiri: Our last order, just before the plan with the Shie Hassakai went into effect, was to keep Izuku safe while he was away from All for One. There was no mention of a time limit on that order, or HOW we were to keep him safe. In fact, given that All for One seems to be gearing up for another go around with All Might, well. It seems to us that Izuku would be safest far out of the line of fire. I see no reason why we can’t protect him here as well as anywhere, if this is truly where he wants to be. Might we come in to discuss the matter with you?

Nezu: Certainly! Why don’t you all come in?

(okay that’s the funniest option lmao. But also Izuku getting the LoV to reform via the power of friendship is always great)

(Also you don’t mention him BUT- Izuku absolutely clocks who ‘Dabi’ is pretty much immediately because he’s a nerd like that. May poke and prod at Dabi’s daddy issues because ‘fuck man I know a thing or two about complicated ‘loves you but is toxic af’ father-son relationships!’)

[morningstarwrites]

I was sleeping and I guess I had a dream about OSAS. But uhh, this is how it went in the dream:

Lucifer: “Oh! Alastor, you got a little something on your cheek! Let me get it for you” Lucifer uses his thumb to wipe some dirt off of Alastors cheek

Alastor: “Oh, thank you dear” Alastor leans down and kisses Lucifer on the cheek

and then both of there eyes widen, realizing that everybody who lives in the hotel (+ Rosie) is right there.

They glance other, seeing everybody shocked/excited, (Cus of plan O.D.D., they got their plan working? But they had no idea they where already dating) Charlie had a GIANT smile on her face, Vaggie and Husk is lost in shock, Angel Dust is paused from writing something in his journal, shocked and proud. (DEFINITELY thinking “HOLY FUCK I WAS RIGHT” and is definitely going to give Husk the “I told you so look” later) And Rosie is big eyed and is smiling even bigger than Charlie.

That was my dream, so yeah. It was also in comic form in my dream?? But oh well

oh my god you're hilarious lMAO DREAMING ABOUT OSAS... I LOVE IT!

this is a rly cute scenario tho!!

[flufallo]

Some random, out of context lines from only the best show in the world

"YOU are the brawn?"

"If she'd died last night, I'd have no problem with her being here!" "Well that got dark"

"We've met phychics before, but none as fit as you" "HAH. Did that work on girls back in the 80s?"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"And those girls are staring..." "Mabye it's your outfit" *middle finger*

"I don't care how old you are. Go to bed"

"Well, I'm very open minded and also very concerned about bursting open" "honestly I just find her so charming"

"Are you insane?"

"so I'm a... Tree?"

"Cute? Thats offensive"

"It smells like dog shit in there"

"I'll make sure to jot that down in my journal of opinions I DO NOT GIVE A DAMN ABOUT"

"Luckily, love requires no logic"

"MONTY! JESUS! I'm tryna... Threaten some kids"

"Are you ready to talk to her shoes?"

"Fuck off, the kid had a sardine"

"E-yup"

"she's always... Changing outfits"

"Are you being threatening or is this a sexy choking?"

"weeee!"

"In my experience, uptight boys like a bit of rough play" "... Right" (my poor innocent Edwin has no idea what that means)

"Hello, um, cute little friend with the bow tie"

"Teethface, what the fuck?"

"I'm just a really old man who lives in a fish"

"Specificity is key"

*Girls react sword death* "was that good? Were you scared?" "Pff, no. The sword would of punctured the lung, leaving her *gasping noises* unable to scream. Not to mention the sheer amount of blood filling her mouth. Very disappointing girls"

"You guys are like a dead married couple on acid"

"Is that my left or your left?" "We have the same left!"

"No, it is the blue book on the top left corner" *picks up pink book* "does that look blue to you, Charles?"(Colour blind Charles yaas)

"Well, that's harsh. But also charmingly stubborn. Capricorn?"

"Were not living anywhere, because your not living"

"This detective work is much measure than it ever looked on scooby doo"

"Two boys can like like each other, you know. I have a lot of manga about it. It's very sweet, and explicit"

"Again, a handshake would suffice"

"Yes, your highness"

"What is a hand job?"

"Well have to investigate further into this Molly character"

"At least one of you is in school, right?"

"You've been spending a lot of time with that one... Monty... You... A lot of time?" "Hmm? Merely swapping books is all"

"Oh my fucking fuck"

"I thought you were like a meat robber or a meat pervert or something"

"If you need anything, just shout. But don't actually shout. It's a library"

"Are you always a woman, is Charles ever a woman, can you change your eyes and nose like Mr potato head, do you know who mr potato head is?"

"Your such a whore"

"You don't look like a walrus"

"this looks like the places in those fish stick commercials I like"

"Charles, be less British. Edwin, be less Edwin"

"oh no, it's porn. It's all just porn"

"there are 142 cats" "142? That's way off!" (It's four off)

"and when he gets back from hell, I'll be waiting. God, I am such a romantic I hate it!"

"do you and Charles.. um... Have a special friendship?" "We are best friends, if you must know." (Keep him innocent guys)

"have you seen a Victrola anywhere?" "What?"

"oh, I think I'm gonna be sick!" "You are a ghost, Charles. You cannot get sick"

"well, maybe karma's just a bitch"

"I heard they died in some gay suicide pact"

"I have never wanted to get back inside someone more" (out of context this one just sounds so wrong lmao)

"are you saying my ghost friend isn't going to die? Super, thanks."

[skarlitt]

Hi! I wanted to ask how you figured everything out at the age of 19? I am a bit older yet feel so lost like I’m missing something, how did you figure out Hellenism is right for you? Thank you! Much love :)

Aw this is so sweet omg 🥹 well, if I'm honest, I still feel pretty lost myself half the time haha!

I think firstly, I'm inclined to look for signs/patterns from the gods and hidden meanings in everything. It's a natural habit of mine I guess lmao. Through my constant sign-seeking, I found myself being drawn to Dionysus more and more, and eventually I was finding his symbolism EVERYWHERE. I just had the feeling it was time to reach out to him, and though at this time I didn't know how to conduct a proper offering to a god, I decided it was better to try my best with what little knowledge I had of Hellenism, than to keep ignoring my gut feeling and the signs I was receiving. So I just lit a purple candle I had, made a libation of cheap merlot, and said 'hey, I hear your call Dionysus. I'm grateful for the signs you've given me. You're welcome in this space, if you'd like to be here'. Nothing super ritualistic, I just wanted to be kind. and I still have no clue *why* this pantheon of gods called to me honestly, this has all been super recent. I always knew the Greek myths, but I never had such a thirst for knowledge of these gods till I met Dionysus. But, in short, Hellenism was right for me because it just came into my life lol. I'm not complaining! This is the happiest I've been in a few years. I'm seeing things shift and synchronicities are happening before my eyes in a way that I've never experienced before in my spiritual journey.

Really, I'm just listening all the time. Paying attention to coincidences. And always searching for gnosis! Noticing how certain myths and dreams make me feel, keeping a dream journal, and jotting down little symbols I notice every day on my notes app have been super helpful.

I really don't believe there's a wrong way to do it. If you feel you're missing something, you should search for what it is. I used to spend a lot of time trying to be perfect at the Whole Spirituality Thing- memorizing tarot cards, spending a ton on things I didn't know how to use, etc... and it didn't help me. I think, it's useful to figure out what it is YOU want out of your practice, and stick to your own needs, because that will make a blueprint of what you prioritize and search for on your journey. Or, if you're in similar shoes as me, sometimes you have to sit back and let the practice speak for itself (lmao)! You don't have to have an answer or belief for everything. It's okay if your answer to some of your own questions is 'I don't know yet.' To me, the unknown is what it's all about. I'm just trying to better understand my own gifts cuz I want to serve my purpose to the fullest :)

Thank you for this question, I hope this helps! Sorry it's so long though!

[m0onberry222]

GET TO KNOW ME POST ‧₊ ᵎᵎ 🍒 ⋅ ˚ ⋅

this one might be an eensy weensy, little bit, ever so slightly, super duper crazily long…but i figured, why not. soooo, here is my take on an intro post if anyone feels like reading it!! :)))

ᯓ★ if i’m being so honest, this will probably continue to get longer as i grow and also think of more things, haha.

MY NAME IS…

m0ony! of course, i do have a real name, but this is what i prefer to go by online :). i picked this nickname for two main reasons — 1) it’s the nickname of one of my childhood comfort characters, and 2) i just love the vibe it gives!

CURRENT OBSESSIONS…

ᯓᡣ𐭩 supernatural

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the grishaverse (particularly the books)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 harry potter (marauders and golden trio)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the umbrella academy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 aggtm

ᯓᡣ𐭩 brooklyn 99

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wicked

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the mcu

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the hunger games

FAVORITE BANDS/ARTISTS/SONGS…

꩜ .ᐟ the cure

- the lovecats, a forest, fire in cairo, the perfect girl, lovesong, bloodflowers, charlotte sometimes

꩜ .ᐟ the neighbourhood

- sweater weather, fallen star, pretty boy, daddy issues, devil’s advocate, baby came home 2/valentines, cry baby

꩜ .ᐟ radiohead

- karma police, idioteque, everything in its right place, lotus flower, kid a, all i need, lift, how to disappear completely

꩜ .ᐟ jeff buckley

- lilac wine, last goodbye, so real, hallelujah, lover you should’ve come over

꩜ .ᐟ the smiths

- how soon is now, bigmouth strikes again, there is a light that never goes out, please, please, please let me get what i want, hand in glove, girl afraid

꩜ .ᐟ arctic monkeys

- stop the world i wanna get off with you, arabella, snap out of it, why’d you only call me when you’re high, baby i’m yours, do i wanna know, 505

꩜ .ᐟ michael jackson

- they don’t care about us, chicago, say say say, billie jean, beat it, man in the mirror

꩜ .ᐟ hozier

- arsonists lullaby, someone new, would that i, take me to church, in the woods somewhere, jackie and wilson, wasteland, baby!

HOBBIES…

࣪𖤐.ᐟ reading

- if anyone would like to know/discuss favorite books please 100% lmk!!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ writing

- mostly original works these days

࣪𖤐.ᐟ theatre

- both performance and technical!

࣪𖤐.ᐟ gaming

- WOW, minecraft, the sims, skyrim, oblivion, stardew valley, fortnite

࣪𖤐.ᐟ making playlists

- i believe i have about 90 public playlists atm 🫣

࣪𖤐.ᐟ journalling

࣪𖤐.ᐟ spending time with loved ones & pets

࣪𖤐.ᐟ researching topics

FAVORITE AUTHORS/SOME FAV BOOKS…

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ leigh bardugo

- SAB trilogy, SOC duology, KOS duology, HB duology

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ rick riordan

- entire riordanverse more or less lmao

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ j.r.r tolkein

- LOTR, the hobbit, etc

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ suzanne collins

- THG

(there are MANY more favs that belong here, but i am quite frankly utterly exhausted, so i shall update this shortly)

CURRENTLY READING…

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ as good as dead BY holly jackson

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ american gods BY neil gaiman

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ the familiar BY leigh bardugo

if you made it this far…thank you so much for reading and getting to know me a little better! i would love to get to know any of you better as well, and if you relate to anything here or would like to discuss anything, please don’t hesitate to comment or anything!! i love talking to people, especially about special interests, hehe.

[lokimobius]

People I'd like to know better!

thank you for tagging me @silentxsymphony, @thosegayoldmen, @in-my-loki-feels, @devilbearingtrouble 🥰

last song: ROSÉ – stay a little longer

favourite colour: PINK!!!!!

last read: i started the first few pages of "The Cautious Traveller's Guide to the Wastelands" by Sarah Brooks the other day.

last movie: Wicked !!!

last TV show: oh, god... the way I barely watch tv shows. I think it was a true crime documentary on netflix or something. i've been watching "ghost files" religiously on youtube though.

sweet / spicy / savoury: SWEET!!!

relationship status: single! :)

last thing I googled: "crisps potato stick things" LMAO

current obsession: recently i've become SO obsessed with these crisps:

they're plain af, but there's something so moreish about them. they've become an emotional support snack fr. (obviously lokius too!!!)

looking forward to: starting my journal for the new year.

No pressure tags: sorry if you've already done this! @elodiah @boredintjqueen @scifikimmi @ilaytrapsfortroubadours @impulsemuppet

[linesandlattes]

this is a long due intro post <3

— art hoon mei

— she/her, 18, journalism major, thank god I'm desi.

—sanatani/my love for ram knows no bounds.

—my daily musings and midnight scribbles are sponsored by an unhealthy amount of caffeine.

— I am on this app because I know for a fact that my IRLs aren't lmao. 

—just know, whenever I start reading 7 novels per week my exams are prolly near but who tf cares.  

—deep conversations are totally my thing be it early in the morning or midnight, I AM ALWAYS UP!

—I think I might be a maladaptive daydreamer because I'd rather do that than face reality + I have around eighteen defense mechanisms but it's all chill haha!

—I'm currently obsessed with songs by the band ‘when chai met toast’ and the song 'yellow' by coldplay.

— female friendships for the win.

— I'm sure I'm missing facts but you’ll eventually know cuz it is going to come up in one of my rants on a daily basis!

— if you text/call me at 11:11 I'll prolly think the universe is sending me a sign ( dheere dheere samajh aa rha hai sab moh maya hai )

—still a hopeful romantic till the end.

— I'm the kind of girl who writes intro posts this long after wanting to 'rEmaiN MyStEriOuS'

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

tentacle dick ford is so delicious…think he could work in his lab, writing in his journal for hours while stan’s under his desk keeping him warm and satisfied. im going to explode into confetti. You wrote him SO in character it was so hot. thank you for sharing it is wonderful

THIS IS SO FUNNY especially since i like to make the tentacle act on its own accord so i'm just imagining Ford and Stan arguing about it like

ford: come on stanley, you don't even need to do any work

stan: my knees are doing the god damn work im not staying under your desk to blow your weird dick for 5 whole hours

and then ford pulls the oh noo im gonna cannibalize myself any minute now card and stan is like god damn it dhbdydhdud thank you for enjoying my fic!! hope i finish part 2 sometime soon lmao