#but i just ended up with a weird double chin LOL
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✮ idiotic love - gojo satoru
synopsis: gojo satoru annoys the hell out of you.
warnings: fluff, gn!reader, chaotic couple lol — wc: 698
notes: this is not enemies to lovers but one sided hatred LMFAO
you and gojo satoru have been incompatible ever since you met him. it’s not like he’s ever said anything mean to you, but it’s because he annoys the hell out of you. every little thing he does makes you just want to punch him in the face. shoko and suguru have already seen the way you two bicker every time you see each other, and it is safe to say they are tired of it.
as fate wants, you and satoru have been picked to go grocery shopping together. jujutsu high requires a snack restock, and as unlucky as you are, you picked the short end of the stick. when satoru looks at the face you made when you pull the short stick, he laughs out loud, doubling over.
“are you laughing at me?” you asked, clenching the stick so hard in your hand that it almost breaks.
“yeah, i am. what are you going to do about it?” satoru says with an annoying smile on his face.
the irked you for some reason. “wipe that smile off your face before i do it for you.” you throw the stick at satoru, crossing your arms. “who got the other one?” when satoru lifts his hand up, you immediately shake your head. “no. no way. i am not going to the grocery store with him.” you gave shoko a pleading look, begging her to switch with you but all she did was shrug.
“sorry, y/n.” she apologizes half-heartedly.
“sugu?” you turn to look at him and he shakes his head, leaving before you can ask him. “you traitor!”
“hey come on. grocery shopping with me is fun.” satoru slings an arm over your shoulder. you flinched, surprised, and immediately moved away from him. “come on. the kids are waiting.” he winks and starts walking away. you groan before catching up to him.
the first two minutes were filled with silence, which was weird for satoru because he always wanted to talk to you. the silence… feels weird. you were used to a loud satoru, so a quiet satoru just… creeps you out for some reason.
“are you okay?” you asked, and satoru hummed in reply.
“mm, could be better,” he mumbles. however, he suddenly stops, making you shocked. “actually, no. i’m not okay.”
you raise an eyebrow. “what? what’s wrong?”
“this is so frustrating.” satoru scratches the back of his neck and then drops his hand frustratedly. “this question has been on my mind ever since we met, okay? why do you hate me so much?”
“what?” you paused, not knowing what to answer. why do you hate satoru so much? “you want an answer right now?”
“yes, please.” satoru crosses his arms, waiting for your answer.
“it’s the way you annoy me all the time. the way you always have to show off your stupid infinity power by using it whenever i try to throw a pillow at your way. it’s the way your stupidly handsome face is constantly on my mind!” you exclaimed, but then you immediately covered your mouth, realizing what you had just said.
satoru blinks and then smiles, shaking his head. “ah, so you have a crush on me?”
“no!” you wave your hand in front of his face, turning red. “no! i don’t like you! don’t get the wrong idea! i just-”
“nu-uh. you have a crush on me.” a smug smile is evident on his face and you immediately slapped yourself mentally. “the person who has been clearly hating me since the start has a crush on me.”
“stop! no! i didn’t say that! stop, you’re delusional. i do not have a crush-” satoru cuts you off with a kiss. your eyes widened when you felt his soft lips on yours. when satoru pulled away, you couldn’t move or say anything.
“cat got your tongue?” satoru smirks, he places a finger under your chin and squishes both of your cheeks. “come on. say something.”
“you-” you stuttered before turning around and start walking. “i hate you!”
satoru looks at you in shock before laughing, catching up with you with ease. his hand intertwine with yours, squeezing it. “i love you too.”
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Hi! I’m just curious about Rocky from Lackadaisy, and if there’s any inaccuracies in his playing within the pilot.
[I.D: Screenshot of Lackadaisy where Rocky plays violin on a bridge. Behind him is one of the bridge's support beams and a view of a river, the moon, and a city on the river banks. His bow is on the strings, a little closer to the frog than the tip. End I.D]
Admittedly I'm not familiar with this show, but I did go ahead and find this scene of him playing violin, and honestly, I'm pretty impressed with how it's animated. There seems to be a good deal of care and attention put into how Rocky plays, and there's a couple things that I really appreciated.
[I.D. Two screenshots side by side of Rocky playing violin. His bow sits on the strings at the tip as he shifts to about fifth position, his hand moving to rest against the body of the instrument. End I.D.]
First of all: shifting. It's a pretty common thing in more advanced violin music, but isn't necessarily shown that much. It's really nice seeing it show up, especially in such a casual moment of a guy playing for himself as he monologues. He's not performing for anyone, but he's still playing well.
Another example of his variety in technique: in the clip, he uses his left hand (bow hand) to pluck the strings at one point, and plays double stops (two strings at once) at a few others. I get the sense listening to the music he's playing that he knows what he's doing, and is probably a decently advanced musician. Also, the music that he plays is impressive, as he basically seems to be improvising in this scene. He's messing around, basically, but there's solid technique behind it.
There's also a lot of attention paid to which string he's playing on- the angle of the bow is very different for the higher notes and the lower notes, meaning that the animators were actually paying attention to how a violin would be played. For example, in the above screenshots, he's playing on the E string (high notes), and has a mostly vertical bow. I also appreciate the fluidity of his bowing in the clip, especially the wrist position and movements.
There are a couple of shots in the clip where the proportions of the violin seem off- mostly at the start, when it looks too big for him. There's some weird bow hand positions are some points, and also a few places where the fingering seems a bit off. A lot of the time his fingers don't really seem to be changing the string they're on, but that's a matter of trying to animate super precise motions that most people wouldn't notice so I'll let it slide lol. (And to be fair, fingering probably works different when you have less fingers anyway. Maye his violin would be tuned differently than a real one?)
His violin doesn't seem to have a chin rest and he isn't using a shoulder rest either, but again, that makes sense from an animation standpoint. Besides, while those are common in modern day playing, this show has more of a historical distant past setting from what I can tell.
My overall vibe from this character is that he clearly knows what he's doing with his violin, but that he's also just playing for himself. He's not performing, he's not trying to impress anyone, he's just playing violin and enjoying it. I might be a little more critical of a few areas of weird technique if he were supposed to be playing an existing piece or performing for an audience, but overall I think for the most part the breaks in technique match the general air of carelessness/ carefreeness Rocky is giving off.
I do, however, question how often he would have to replace his strings given that long nails are a no-no with violins, and he has obviously pointed claws. He probably breaks his strings fairly often lol.
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" Usually I ignore hate like this but this is so fucking funny to me
Nowhere in my bio does it say I'm a woman you dumbass LMFAO, it says I'm female, which is different than a woman
Saying I'm just gay and trans does not explain the entirety of my experience, I can use whatever fucking labels I want to describe myself whether you like it or not you wet sock
"That's not real it's made up", yeah all words are you fucking idiot
The fact that you would stone people based on an identity that literally doesn't affect your tiny brain at all says a lot about you
YOU'RE the one who's disrespecting the trans people who have died to transphobia by caring so much about the fact that this is how I experience my transness
I think they'd be proud of the fact that me and so many others are reclaiming slurs that have been used against us
Have you ever even heard of cistrans people? Probably not considering your brain implodes at the thought of male lesbians
Also where the fuck are the "fetishes" in my bio you're speaking of? Those are just my dating preferences fuckface, what? Are you mad that you don't fit those preferences? You're just mad you can't be with me because I'm so great
You are actually so fucking stupid it's funny, you think I actually care about your opinion?
Mspec gays, lesbians and straights will and have always existed, no matter what your tiny brain thinks
Lesboys and turigirls still exist too you idiot
Oh boo hoo a butch lesbian is calling themselves a lesboy, and you're getting offended over that? That's really fucking pathetic
Gay and trans people died for my and other weird queer people's rights, and the rights for us to identify however we want
R you rlly gonna support xenogenders but not other niche queer identities? Stupid ass
Nobody ever said all lesbians like men or that lesbians have to like men, lesbians only like men if they're attracted to men while also calling themselves a lesbian you dumbass
Irl literally nobody cares if you identify as an mspec gay or lesboy, it's people like you who keep pulling this stupid discourse back up WHEN LITERALLY NOBODY CARES
It's not affecting you assfuck
I'm pro stoning people who are like you, specifically with big boulders "
" Have you ever even heard of cistrans people? Probably not considering your brain implodes at the thought of male lesbians " neither of those exist take your meds,
"R you rlly gonna support xenogenders but not other niche queer identities? Stupid ass" yeah lol :3
" Nobody ever said all lesbians like men or that lesbians have to like men, lesbians only like men if they're attracted to men while also calling themselves a lesbian you dumbass" so theyre not lesbian got it ^_^
" It's not affecting you assfuck " have you ever thought about maybe the ideology that lesbians can like men is literally what gets most of them raped
anyway all the swearing from ur post makes me giggle bc youre actually so mad, maybe ask mommy to change your diaper or something
" Also where the fuck are the "fetishes" in my bio you're speaking of? Those are just my dating preferences fuckface, what? Are you mad that you don't fit those preferences? You're just mad you can't be with me because I'm so great " im actually so happy i dont fit those bc i dont date 500lbs people LMAOO maybe try listening to other people than your divorced mom who got beaten by all her past partners who says "youre so beautiful" because all shes doing is lying to you, it would b better for you to know now that ur double chin aint doing any good for you. you just gotta know youre really below average before someone tells you and you end up killing yourself over it
" Saying I'm just gay and trans does not explain the entirety of my experience, I can use whatever fucking labels I want to describe myself whether you like it or not you wet sock " how about you use the labels the term "delusional, obese, and extremely ugly"
I literally do not care
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Hi I don't know if you are comfortable writing this, and it is completely understandable if you don't. I had a request and was wondering if u could write a story about RM and that he is feeling insecure about his looks and weight so he starts dieting and its starts getting bad to the point he ends up passing out but the members help him get better.
Thanks for the request anon! I am totally comfortable writing this! I hope you like it:
Tw// disordered eating, body shaming
DISCLAIMER:: In this story I talk from Namjoon’s perspective. I do not believe the things I wrote, I’m writing what he is thinking. The things he think in the story, I don’t believe and neither does he. Just putting that out there. Anyways..
Namjoon blinks his eyes and squints back at the comments. It’s 2am and his vision is getting blurry. But he needs to keep reading, he can’t stop.
Army_jhope188: Yeah, RM on the left. He’s definitely fat these days.
Bts_fan_1219: He totally has a double chin. No one in the fandom really likes him even before he was fat.
Rmcity: Don’t say it, the fandom loves him and he’s not fat, he just gained muscle.
Suga_fan_bt21: He’s not muscular. He’s a fatass.
Jungkookswife321: I heard he had anorexia a while back, maybe you shouldn’t say stuff like that.
Bts_fan_1219: It’s not working, I think everyone hopes he gets it again so he can stop messing up the visuals of the whole group with his weight.
Namjoon put his head in his hands and closed the laptop. It was true. He knew it was true. He’d gained weight. But he had never thought of himself as fat until he saw the comments. And they were right, he could feel it. Guilt washed him hard as he realized that he was throwing off the group with his weight. They had a dance practice soon. Cameras were going to be on them. He had two weeks, and he couldn’t let the fans down.
Namjoon decided to start tomorrow. Quickly, quietly, he went to the kitchen to grab a bowl of rice – his last meal for the next two weeks. He sat on the dining chair and ate it, but he felt so guilty that he couldn’t get past three bites. He was literally weighing the group down. He needed to stop eating, completely.
He went to bed and rested fitfully, plagued by memories of the comments he’d seen. When he woke up, he was already hungry. It was 10am, and dance practice started in 30 minutes. He heard the bustling of the other members in the kitchen, and he pulled on his clothes and went to the kitchen.
“Good morning, Namjoonie-hyung,” Jimin said, smiling, and Namjoon smiled back. He felt his stomach growl uncomfortably. He always ate before 10am. It felt weird.
“Good morning, Jimin,” Namjoon said.
“Joonie, sit down. You need to eat before practice today,” Jin said, pointing to a chair.
“I’m not really hungry, hyung. I just woke up,” Namjoon shrugged.
“Just promise me you’ll eat after practice, right?” Jin asked, and Namjoon smiled and nodded.
—--
When practice was over, Namjoon was still hungry. He resolved to chugging water, which made him feel full, but he was still shaking. He sat for the rest of the day in his room, scrolling through comments. He needed the motivation.
Btsarmy_jimin: I guarantee you he’ll come for the next comeback looking like a total pig.
Taehyungsluv: He already does, we know.
Alicia_robinson: Lol, I know right? If he doesn’t come back skinnier I’m unstanning.
Jin_forever: Seriously? You guys are so gross.
Namjoon sighed and rubbed his eyes. He needed sleep. If he didn’t have food, he definitely needed sleep.
—--
The next day went the same. He felt hungry, but he went to dance practice anyways. He felt weak and shaky, but he could push through. When he woke up the third day, he was shaking. His body ached. But he still went to dance practice. He could already see that he was starting to lose weight. Every night, he looked at the comments. It was different than before. It didn’t make him feel sad and overwhelmed with guilt. It made him excited – this was his motivation. He was going to be skinny again. He was going to make ARMY happy again.
—--
The sixth day, Namjoon was barely functioning. He was shaking so badly that he could barely walk, and between every break in choreography, he was gasping so hard for air that the staff brought in an oxygen mask for him. He insisted he was just out of shape and had a cold, and it seemed that everyone believed him.
He woke up in a cold sweat. He felt nauseous, and instead of the ache he’d gotten used to over the past days, a sharp, striking pain hit his stomach. He knew it was hunger pangs, he just had no idea why it took so long to start. But it was so painful that when he tried to move he cried out in pain and Hoseok came rushing into his room.
“Joonie, what’s wrong?” Hoseok asked, kneeling beside Namjoon’s bed.
“I don’t feel good, hyung…” Namjoon moaned.
“Have you eaten since yesterday’s lunch?”
“Yes,” Namjoon lied.
“You look really bad, Joonah. I think you should stay home today. I’ll stay with you, ok?”
“No, it’s fine, y-you should go,” Namjoon said softly. Hoseok pressed his lips together.
“Call me if you need anything, ok?” Hoseok said, and Namjoon nodded. He was too exhausted to say anything else.
Namjoon heard Hoseok and the others leave. He tried to sleep, but the pain was too intense for it. He wasn’t sure how long it was before the nausea made him feel like he was about to vomit. He knew he wasn’t going to – there was nothing – but he felt so sick. He needed water. He was dizzy and disoriented as he reached for his phone and whispered “call Jung Hoseok” into the search bar.
The phone rang for a full minute, then stopped. Hoseok didn’t answer. Namjoon nearly cried. He needed his hyung. He called again, and this time Hoseok answered.
“Namjoonie?”
“Hobi-hyung.” Namjoon’s voice was weak and raspy.
“What’s wrong Joonie?”
“...I’m so thirsty.”
Hoseok paused. “Do you need me to get water for you?”
“Yes,” Namjoon whispered.
“I’ll be right there, Joon. Ten minutes, ok?”
Namjoon hung up the phone. He wasn’t sure if he could wait ten minutes. He hadn’t drank water in a full day, and he hadn’t eaten in six. He closed his eyes again.
When he opened his eyes, Hoseok was there with a glass of water. He blinked. No, everyone was there.
“You really look awful, Namjoonie,” Hoseok whispered. “Why don’t you sit up so you can drink?”
Namjoon weakly pulled himself up. Hoseok tilted the water to his lips, and Namjoon tried to drink, but he was shaking so hard and was so dizzy. Suddenly, he felt his body go limp and the next thing he knew he had passed out.
Jungkook barely caught Namjoon before his head hit the floor. Everyone gasped as they saw Namjoon unconscious. His body was completely slumped into Jungkook’s arms. All they could do was wait for him to wake up.
Namjoon jolted in Jungkook’s arms and the younger helped lift his head up.
“It’s ok, Namjoonie. What happened?” Yoongi asked.
“We should take him to a hospital,” Jimin said, but Yoongi shook his head.
“Are you sick?”
Namjoon suddenly broke down crying. “What’s wrong, honey?” Seokjin asked, petting Namjoon’s hair as his dongsaeng put his head in his hands.
“I h-haven’t eaten,” Namjoon sobbed. “In six d-days, I just wanted t-to be sk–inny again.”
Seokjin’s heart broke. “What do you mean, Joonie?”
“E-everyone thinks I’m fat. All of th-the fans think I’m fat…I just w-wanted to be handsome for them,” Namjoon cried, shaking so hard that Jungkook had to hold him steady.
“No, Namjoonie-hyung, you’re beautiful,” Taehyung said. Namjoon shook his head and sobbed. “Yes, you are. You’re the most handsome man in the world. It doesn’t matter what people say.”
“B-but I am fat,” Namjoon sniffed, and Yoongi wiped his tears.
“You’re not fat at all. You’ve just gained muscle. And that’s a good thing, Joonie, you love working out. You should do things that make you happy.”
“I’m making all y-you guys look bad…”
“You make us look better, Joonie,” Hoseok said. “You’re not fat at all. You’re perfect. Come here.” Hoseok brought Namjoon’s head to his chest, feeling the younger’s tears land on his shirt. “You’re perfect. You’re perfect,” He said again.
Yoongi reached over to rub Namjoon’s back. “You should eat, Joonie. You’re so pale. How about some rice?”
Namjoon shook his head furiously. “N-no, I need–”
“You need to let us take care of you. You need to eat, Joonie,” Yoongi said gently. “OK?”
There was a pause before Namjoon answered.
“O-OK…”
Yoongi smiled. “I’ll go make some rice for you. You’ll feel better in no time.”
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I guess I should update about things that’ve happened to me since I left tumblr almost 4 years ago(?) :
Graduated with a bachelors with honours in fine arts after struggling even after taking a gap year prior so yay for pulling thru.
Got heavily into makeup and started to post semi regularly on ig (@/aidurh) my creative looks especially around Halloween. I occasionally get noticed by indie brands and brand owners and I’m like gasp thank you pls send me makeup pr pls. Jk jk if only I wasn’t lazy to film and upload to tiktok.
Got diagnosed with a form of thyroid cancer but thankfully it wasn’t anything too serious! It was a take out the tumour and bam I’m healed situation cause the cancer wasn’t aggressive and hadn’t spread to my lymph nodes. All this while I thought I was very fat with an ugly double chin but ahaha it was cancer. So pls check any weird lumps you have!!!
I became an aunt recent and now I’m almost full time baby sitting my baby nephew. I thought I wasn’t going to get along with babies cause even when my cousins had their kids, I showed zero interest. Suddenly my sis has a baby boy and I’m like omg precious baby I must protect.
I’m slowly doing stuff for my mental health after procrastinating for the longest time like getting on anti depressants and settling a proper sleep schedule which has helped me tremendously.
Oh got heavily into manhwas esp bl manhwas. If you stumble upon my twitter… honestly it’s just nothing but me talking about satosugu or bl. It’s embarrassing. Thanks to that I haven’t really kept up with animanga as much. I think the last anime I sat down and watched was jjk s1? I just stick to reading manga lol rip.
I bought my first anime fig not too long ago and it was a gojo nendroid.. and that began the start of my mini collection of figurines and gojo shrine. Yes I’m a gojo fucker. I love that little shit so much. If he dies at the end of jjk, I’m going to end gege myself.
#text#aidah shut up#y’all can follow me on ig if you want#I might upload a couple of looks here#I did post a clown one back in December but nobody really noticed#also yeah life updates#I’m a professional stay at home daughter#I’m still figuring out life#it’s stressful being my age and still not knowing what to do#oh and I’ve avoided getting covid#I’m the lucky one in my family and close circuit of friends that hasn’t gotten it#3 years of dodging that shit
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Bang The Doldrums
based on this board by @snug-gyu
-> writing stuff with happy / positive (or at least , not depressing) endings but also based on this song feels so weird lol ,,, didn't read the pete wentz livejournals for nothin. maybe i'll write some proper angst for it soon ,,, summer of like kinda content <3
also it's like 01:30 here and i'm tired but like what else is new lol. gonna see if i can write a bit more before i actually head to sleep
blue skies, forget-me-nots, winding country roads. a summer so much like the last summer you spent together, you have to force yourself not to think about it.
singing along to a playlist you made at 3am when you were lonely and in love, you continue your drive to the campsite. there was no real reason to go, he had been the one to like camping after all, but you need the catharsis more than ever.
you see the familiar gated dirt road and smile sadly, used to the feeling of missing people, but no better at dealing with it than before.
you pay the fee at the small office that sits just in front of the gates, waiting for a moment afterwards as the old metal creaks open. you thank the person working the booth and continue towards the lake near the middle of the park.
people usually gravitate towards the open area surrounding the lake and the noise filling the air is just as loud as ever, you're not planning on setting up on the lakeshore but you like the water anyway.
parking in the gravel lot you turn off your car's engine and grab the messenger bag sitting on the passenger seat next to you. you double, then triple-check that your car is locked before walking down to the lake's edge and sitting on the grass.
the messenger bag previously slung over your shoulder is now slumped on the ground next to you, and you grab the worn notebook and overfilled pencil case from the main pocket, flipping to a half-finished sketch you'd started the day before.
you're quickly lost in your work, focusing on the scratching sound of your pencil on the paper and the hushing of the water in front of you. when you turn to grab a different color pencil from your bag you're surprised to see someone sitting next to you, then even more surprised when you see who it is.
you don't say anything for a moment, not entirely sure that he's real. it wouldn't be the first time you saw him when he wasn't there.
but then he smiles at you, and you think you might start crying right then and there.
"chan...?" you curse yourself for how your voice wavers, though ultimately you're a bit surprised that you can speak at all.
his smile grows a bit wider, his dimples showing through even more, "hi."
you're not sure how to respond, but before you can make up your mind he reaches up, gently brushing his hand across your cheek, "you're crying."
you hadn't noticed, reaching up to touch your face you realize he's right. you wipe at your cheeks, trying to stop the tears still slipping from your eyes.
"sorry, sorry," you can barely hear yourself speak, your voice muffled by the way you've curled in on yourself.
but apparently chan can still hear you, because he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his side.
"it's alright, you're alright. you don't need to apologize to me, remember?"
you're frozen for a moment, not expecting him to reference the promise you'd made years ago, that neither of you would apologize to each other for their emotions.
"'course, that was the first time someone told me that i could have negative emotions without having to feel bad about it." you don't mention that you thought he might've forgotten, not sure if the promise held the same importance to him as it did to you.
you feel chan go completely still for a moment, and realize belatedly that you'd never told him that before. you don't have time to regret your choice because he pulls you even closer, resting his chin on top of your head.
you relax into his touch without even thinking about it, still used to the feeling even after all the time that's passed. you push the heels of your palms into your eyes, feeling the tears drying on your face and caught in your eyelashes.
after a couple minutes of comfortable silence, you pull yourself together enough to speak again.
"i missed you."
he weaves his fingers through your hair, and you hum at the action, leaning into his hand.
"i missed you too."
there's a tinge of bitterness in the back of your throat, and you swallow hard, words briefly sticking in your throat, unwilling to taint the sweetness of the moment.
it seems like chan can tell something's changed, because his hand stills to rest on your head, and he presses a soft kiss to your scalp, mumbling an "i'm sorry" into your hair.
you shake your head slightly, refusing to let him shoulder all the blame.
"no, no i'm sorry. it was my fault too."
"i was the one who left."
"and i was the one who let you."
"still-"
you move slightly, kissing his cheek in an attempt to make him stop talking. it works, and before he can say anything else, you shake your head more firmly.
"you're not allowed to blame yourself completely, that's not fair to you. please."
he looks like he wants to say something else but after a moment he closes his mouth again and shakes his head.
"alright, alright. if you insist."
you laugh quietly, "i do."
after a brief pause he asks, "wanna set up at the same campsite?"
"yeah, yeah that'd be lovely."
chan stands up, offering you a hand. you take it and feel yourself being pulled to your feet, neither of you letting go even after you're both standing.
going back in the direction of your car, the comfortable chatter you'd missed so dearly wraps around you again, and it's like there was never any disconnect, never any time away from one another.
you'd had a last summer together, but maybe now you could have another first.
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More pokemon oc nonsense tucked under cut for convenience of scrolling~!
So like, I was writing more of my silly little fic and decided to look up Togepi to remind myself like, how big and heavy they were on average. As well as the evolutions. You know, considering Edna gets him when she's 5 and if Togepi is comedically heavy I should probably reflect that a little even though pokemon is hilariously bad at consistently portraying ages, heights, and weights... And uh...
Fam?!?!?
Why does Togepi double from 1 foot to 2 feet and 3 pounds to like, 8 as Togetic but as Togekiss they're 83 POUNDS AND 4 FOOT 11?!?!?
THATS LITERALLY THE HEIGHT IF ONE OF MY FRIENDS!!?!?
I wanted to make a joke about Yolky using the braids in Edna's hair as a little perch and making it look like she's wearing a weird hair tie, thinking they were a bit bigger than their previous evolutions but nothing crazy--NOPE!
Edna is 6 foot 3 inches.
This is, more or less, the end result, assuming the height is measuring Togekiss from tail to nose.
Also, Edna's hair is longer cause I didn't want Yolky's head on hers, so there needed to be more room for that 'perch'. Togekiss kinda naturally orients to have their... Chin? Their chin out when flying so this also seems like a natural resting pose. So he also... Still sort of looks like a hair tie. Maybe next pic he'll have his wings curled around her hair to really sell it lmao
But uh... Yeah...
... How big is an alpha Togekiss?!?!?
(looked up a guide, it's 7 foot 1 and a whopping 160~ pounds, which is FUCKING HILARIOUS)
Also, 83 pounds is so... Light considering their size. I'm assumings it's 80% fluff.
Another side note, considering how aggressive Yolky is, their species is fucking hilarious. I did not realize they're canonically so... Peaceful in their final evolution. I just thought good vibes and love and didn't go further than that. So Edna has a bit more of an excuse cause literally no one expects Yolky to crave throwing hands like he does.
It's a good thing in the end, cause she got into a lot of trouble as a kid (wholesome, I love all pokemon, even the scary ass 3 foot wasps and they love me enough to wanna keep me) so she really needed the protective starter lol
#mittens rambles#Pokemon oc#its more nonsense really#and a nice excercise to consider the unique design for yolky#the hearts is still my favorite detail ngl#i really like togepi's kiddy shapes so i tried to keep that vibe
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here's a life update from me:
started rewatching Lost with my partner and it's his first time watching so I apologize in advance for the inevitable Lost posting
I have to get a colonoscopy and endoscopy on monday and I am preparing to be in the most foul mood of all time for the next four days since I'm barely allowed to eat anything and I'm going to be shitting my brains out on sunday
got in my car to go to the grocery store (to get "prep" for my colonoscopy) and when I got back home from the store, I opened my passenger side door to find a wasps' nest!!! in my door!!!!!!
isn't that interesting. how did wasps build a nest inside of my door. I also don't know how long they've been in there because the AC has been broken in my car for a few months and it is literally just too hot to drive my car with no AC on most days, even with the windows down. so I haven't driven my car in about a month, but I haven't opened the passenger door in at least three months. so who knows. regardless I hope they're happy living in the door of my car. that is something I will deal with later I guess
saltine crackers are actually kind of good tbh. I'm eating them with honey peanut butter as one of the snacks I'm allowed to have and it's kinda good.
my birthday is in a few weeks and my gift to myself is that I'm finally getting my hair cut SHORT short (like a pixie cut but slightly different) and dyed blue...which I have wanted to do since I was like 12yrs old. nervous to be living in the deep south as I progressively start doing more of the things I want to do with my body--like it was controversial that I got my helixes pierced last year. and I don't shave my body hair anymore. and I carry a very cute rainbow bag with me everywhere, and on top of that, it's one of those crossbody shoulder bags that the crunchy milf hippie ladies wear. so I feel like the blue hair is rlly going to be the thing that pushes people over the line of Having Some Shit To Say, if you will. it was also controversial when I got my last haircut?? it was short but it was still chin length, like it's not that crazy. but a lot of people (men) were very visibly put off by it and were trying to be polite after I got it cut but it was very obvious that they did not like it lol. which is fine!! don't get me wrong, I don't care if other people don't like my choices for my body. but it's very weird to interact with someone and know that they're put off by something as simple as a short haircut.
anyway I don't know what the point of this was but I doubled my afternoon adderall dosage today so I could go to the grocery store without having a little meltdown so that's probably why this ended up being long...but what is tumblr for if not lengthy sporadic life updates
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i was tagged by @ravithecrackkidz to do the bias photo tag, thank you eden ♡♡
also a big thank you to @lq-hakyeon for letting me use these adorable icons :’^)
uhh so i’m a little lazy to think about tagging, so the first 7 ppl in my notes, i tag you! @elysiumdream @gothvixx @bottom-heavy-lesbian @wakeupandjitterbug @hansanghyuked @hak-smirk @coffeeshopgay
i know this tag has been around, so no pressure if you already did it/don’t wanna do it :^)
#chy#my face#tagged#how do idols look so good in literally any pose#like i tried to get the camera closer to my face to look like hakyeon’s pictures#but i just ended up with a weird double chin LOL#i also need to fix my eyebrows soon bc they’re starting to look a lil crusty kfbskdb#edit: omg i edited out a pimple in the first pic but forgot to do it in the second one LMAO RIP
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Horny sex cause lewis took viagra 😭
Add any context to it but I really need it 😢
okay hahahah I mused over this A LOT to try and figure out a way to do this. In the end I borrowed a story from the graham norton show lol lemme know if u recognise it hahahah. always double check ur medicine !!!! once i took my sleep meds at 9am. was not a good day.
send ur own freaky friday prompt here!!
You’re almost asleep when Lewis gets out of bed. His warm body withdraws from behind you, the rustle of sheets, his bare feet on the floorboards, pacing away into the bathroom. You snuggle further down into the pillows, pulling the duvet up higher around your chin, trying to replace his body heat. Threads of sleep, dragging you under. Quiet.
“Baby?”
Fuck. You were almost there. You don’t open your eyes, voice muffled by the pillow when you mumble, “Yeah?”
“Remember those pills my friend gave me? To help me sleep?”
You fumble back through memory. Lewis has been having trouble sleeping lately, stress, probably. A friend lent him some of his Ambien, to try. You wanted Lewis to go to the doctor, but Lewis liked seeing all his options before making a decision, testing everything out.
You make a monotone sound so he knows you’re still listening. You’re so close to sleep. It’s late.
“I think we fucked up which ones.”
Something like dread forms in your stomach. You roll over, squinting against the light from the bathroom. Lewis is standing in the doorway, illuminated, holding a pill bottle in his hand and gazing at you, wide eyed.
“What?”
“I didn’t look, I just took it, but I feel. Weird.”
“What do you mean you didn’t look?”
“Like. I just took it. But I don’t think it’s Ambien.”
Sitting up in bed, off balance from the sudden movement. Lewis is in nothing but trackies, low on his hips. There’s a sheen of sweat on his chest, making him shine. And. And he’s hard, jutting his pants out at his waist. Your brain is stuck, jumping from one thought to the next, slowed by almost-sleep.
“What?” You feel like a parrot, repetitive. Lewis crosses the room to you, shaking out a pill to show you.
“Look, I thought it was ‘A’ for Ambien. But if I turn it. V. Viagra. And. I thought I was just horny, that I could sleep it off. But it won’t go away,” Lewis tells you, panic in his tone. His eyes are wide as he explains. You blink at him. Look at the pill, at him, back to the pill, to where his cock is stiff away from his body in his trackies. You can practically feel the heat rolling off him.
“Oh, fuck,” you say, and then you laugh until your chest hurts, clutching at him, tangled in the sheets. He’s concerned face only makes you laugh harder, tears welling.
“Babe, this is serious!” Lewis is protesting, but there’s a crack in his voice, trying to repress his own laughter.
“You’ve fucking taken Viagra, oh my god,” you manage to get out, taking the pills from him, checking for yourself. He hadn’t even read the label, clearly. It marks the bottle for its contents. Viagra. He’s never gonna take something without checking again.
“What do I do?” Lewis is asking, shaking your shoulder. He’s holding himself through his trackies now, trying to relieve the pressure. His skin is hot where he’s holding you.
“I guess we have sex,” you suggest, shrugging.
“But you’re sleeping, I feel bad,” he protests, even as he’s crawling onto the bed, crowding up to you on his knees. He’s breathing hard.
“Well, you can go jerk off in the bathroom if you want.”
He cringes, “I tried. It came back straight away.”
“Oh, baby,” you laugh, letting him grab at you, pulling you onto his lap, “you poor thing.”
“I feel like I’m going insane,” Lewis says, grinding up into you, your face in his hands, “Want you so fucking bad.”
“You’d want anything right now,” you say, rising up on your knees so he can kick out of his trackies, pull you out of your underwear, his fingers already on you, sliding against you.
“No,” Lewis insists, shaking his head, “No, only you. Just want you.”
His mouth is hot, wanting, when he kisses you, licking into you. Peels out of your sleep t-shirt. His movements are urgent, rushed almost, tucking his fingers into you, spreading you open. Lewis is shaking when you move his hand away, shift to slide down onto where he’s hard and thick, taking him into the warmth of you.
“Oh, fuck,” he sighs, eyes fluttering closed, his big hands on your hips, pulling you up and down, your legs hooked over his forearms so he’s bouncing you on his cock, taking you desperately.
“Yeah? That feel good?” You whisper, forehead pressed to his. When he opens his eyes, they’re dark and wanting.
“You have no idea,” he groans, lets you wrestle him down onto his back, his hands moving to touch your breasts, your ass, while you ride him.
“Baby, I’m. Fuck,” Lewis rasps, and comes, mouth slack, holding you tight down onto his cock, breath heaving in his chest.
You feel him soften inside you, and almost start to get grumpy, everything over so soon, but then he’s laughing, almost in shock, and you can feel it, the way he’s hardening already. You roll your hips, just to check, and he groans, covering his face with his hands. Immediately back, like his orgasm ten seconds ago never happened.
“Fucking hell,” you say, peeling his hands from his face away to see him. His eyes are shiny, his mouth red. He’s sweating, shining in the light from the bathroom.
“I’m sorry,” he says, but you shake your head.
“Don’t,” you tell him, “It’s hot.”
You grind down onto him, his pubic bone always the perfect spot, and he makes a hurting sound, clutching at you.
“Fuck, sensitive,” he rasps, and you stop, leaning down over him so you can kiss him.
“Just fuck me however you want,” you tell him, suck on his tongue. Lewis makes a sound from deep in his chest, instinctual, grabs at you, easy in his strength as he rolls you over onto your back. Arranges you how he wants, both your legs in one of his hands, thrown over his shoulder. Sits back on his heels as he guides himself into you, impossibly hard. You’re wet and dripping from his recent orgasm, can hear it. Lewis groans, curses, shakes his braids out of his eyes.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good, you have no idea,” he tells you, presses his open mouth to your calf, licking over your skin. Quick movements of his hips as he fucks into you, pushing your body up the bed.
You come, easily, from his cock, gasping, hands twisted in the sheets, chest heaving. Lewis watches, greedily, his bottom lip in his teeth.
“Good girl,” he tells you, and you reach to touch his tummy, the lean muscle there, flexing as he fucks you, dropping his head to watch where he slides in and out of you, helped by your slick and his come.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Lewis says, pulls your right leg over his head so he can lean down over you, pressed up close. You wrap your arms around him, feel it move through his body, the shiver in his spine as he comes inside you, nothing left, spent. He pants into your shoulder, twitching through the aftershocks.
“Fuck,” he repeats, and laughs, exhausted, still folded into you. He’s heavy, but pleasantly so.
“Done?” You check, smoothing your hands through his hair, kissing his jaw, his mouth.
“Yeah, fuck, finally.”
He slips out of you, collapsing into the bed beside you, one big arm still across your belly, holding you into him.
“That was intense,” he says, already falling asleep, energy drained. You trace over the tattoos of his shoulder, familiar.
“It did make you sleepy,” you say, and he smiles, sated.
#lewis hamilton x reader#lewis hamilton imagine#lewis hamilton smut#lewis hamilton fanfic#f1 smut#*#freaky friday
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SDC Sugar Daddy HCs (Afab!Fem reader)
(CW: a touch of manipulation/toxic relationships, a hint of yandere, implied smut, age gap, mentions of intoxication/alcohol, daddy kink)
Oldseph
Typical. Not surprised he went after a beautiful young woman like you, especially considering he had an affair with Tomako when he was in his 50-60’s
He would definitely be rough with you, but it’s to be expected
He’ll grope your breasts and smack your ass in semi-public places and laugh when you get flustered and shy
Will definitely show you off to his friends at parties
“This is my baby y/n.. isn’t she a beauty?” *old man chuckle*
Speaking of parties, he would pressure you into drinking and you always end up getting drunk bc of him
Buys you lots of small dresses and lacy lingerie.. he especially likes buying you cute little sundresses
All you have to say is “daddy I want ____.” and give him doe eyes and he’ll buy double of what you originally wanted
Makes you massage his scalp sometimes
Will literally spoil you rotten and get you whatever you ask for, even if it’s the weirdest shit(He’ll even buy you horse semen if you really wanted it)
Loves to tease and poke at you in general
Kakyoin
My boy would definitely be kind of yandere
He literally had no one for most of his life so he wants to make sure you won’t ever leave him especially bc he loves you sm
Will gaslight you if you get angry at him
Loves spoiling you and would def buy you super expensive perfumes and shampoos bc he loves it when you smell good
He also loves buying you expensive handbags and silk clothing too
ESPECIALLY LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR SILK so expect a lot of cute silk lingerie, dresses, and nightgowns from him
Loves taking you to fancy ass parties and make you hold onto the crook of his arm and follow him around place to place like an accessory or smt
Would buy you cocktails to sip on while he took you around so you don’t get too bored
Shows you off sometimes at the parties
“This is my darling, y/n.. isn’t she just the prettiest girl?”
Would do shit like that and embarrass you for fun sometimes bc he thinks you’re cute all flustered and shy
He would totally do the ‘grab your chin with his fingers and force eye contact’ thing and then kiss you OMFGG
Btw, hes definitely a sucker for seeing you in his coats and shirts and seeing how oversized it is compared to you
Avdol
This man is one of the nicest sugar daddies ever
He would totally buy lots and lots of accessories like necklaces and bracelets and earrings
And probably lots of loose or flowy clothes
Would buy you any pets you want
Like literally you can ask for 3 horses and a cat and he’s back with people working on building stables and shit
He would take you on once-in-a-lifetime trips around the world at the nicest hotels
Would braid your hair or just play with it a lot
Definitely hires artists to paint beautiful portraits of you
He also hires professional gardeners to plant your favorite flowers in the garden
Genuinely has a lot of wholesome love towards you, and would do anything to keep him by his side forever
He loves when you kiss the scar on his forehead. He finds it so endearing.
He always dreamed of having kids with a beautiful woman like you… would definitely pressure you really hard if you didnt want any
Jotaro
He’s super fucking mean. Or acts like it atleast.
Would buy you professionally tailored dresses and lingerie and demand you wear them whenever he felt like it
He’ll pretty much buy you anything you want (especially if you give him puppy eyes) as long as it isn’t anything too weird
“..Good grief, don’t look at me like that.” *purchases $1500 handbag*
He also won’t let you buy lots of pets like Avdol. His limit is a dog and a cat.
I have a feeling he would pretend to be annoyed when you asked, but would willingly buy you so many plushies???
Takes you along to his business parties and gives you his card to buy cocktails and shit while he goes off and socializes.
And if you ever get drunk at one he’s gonna be pissed af and might “punish” you later or literally punish you. It depends.
Will definitely make you light his cigars for him
When you do something well he’ll give you head pats and stroke your hair
Call him sir or mr kujo and he goes bizzerk
He secretly loves it when you sit on his lap, and he’ll hold your hips when you do
Loves it when you massage his back and shoulders,, especially while he’s doing his work
Polnareff
This man is the ultimate sugar daddy
He will literally buy you anything you want.
Oh you stared at a pair of shoes at the mall a second longer than usual? He’s off to purchase it
did I mention that he’s also the biggest flirt ever?
“Did I ever mention you just look absolutely beautiful today mademoiselle? Not that you don’t normally hehehe”
He says shit like that daily to the point it barely fazes you anymore lol
He buys you the most extravagant presents out of the blue
One time he randomly bought you a fancy horse-drawn carriage ride “just for fun” and bc “he knew you would love it”
Will buy you flowers almost everyday and so there’s just vases all over the house
A huge fan of pda and will have you hold onto him whether it means holding his arm or hand
Also gives the best hugs
One day he adopted a white and light ginger cat that you both named “brûlée”
He fucking loves sharing food with you for no reason
Maybe it reminds him of that one spaghetti kiss in ‘Lady and the Tramp’
Also be wary because he might get drunk with his friends on accident and you’ll have to take care of him until he knocks out
#stardust crusaders#jjba part 3#jojos bizarre adventure#oldseph#joseph joestar#jean polnareff#jjba x reader#jotaro kujo#kakyoin noriaki#muhammad avdol#jotaro x reader#kakyoin x reader#avdol x reader#joseph joestar x reader#polnareff x reader
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Okay but what would be the dimitrescu’s reaction to their maiden giving them ✨ sparkled✨ blood lmfaooo. Get it? Like sparkled water? Sparkled blood okay I’ll go lol
...I like the way you think, sparkling blood, Let's goooo!
Alcina Dimitrescu
She was confused by the contraption that you had brought into the kitchen at first.
Castle Dimitrescu has an old fashioned kitchen with no electrical outlets, so you had made a long chain of extension cords originating from the far end of the hallway.
When Alcina saw it, she did a double take, then followed it into the kitchen. She found you giddily stuffing a very nice bottle of Sanguis Virginis into a Carbonation Machine.
It's a testament to how much she loves you that her reaction is simply to comb her fingers through your hair, tilt your head up to meet hers, and raise a single eyebrow.
You happily babble out an explanation of your "sparkling blood" idea, holding up the bottle of fizzling blood for her with a big smile
You're lucky you're so cute, that was one of the nicer vintages.
It's... Interesting? It reminds her of champagne, which is a drink she hasn't had in a while.
The carbonation is a little too strong for her, but she actually enjoys the concept quite a bit. The whole experiment makes her want to try and work out a way to recreate it in the winery. Maybe she could name the vintage after you?
Bela Dimitrescu
As with any new thing that you bring into the house from the outside world, Bela is all over it.
The shape is so weird! What is it? What do you do with it? Carbonate stuff? Why do humans want to do that to water?
Her questions are endless. She wants to know EVERYTHING.
You demonstrate how it works on a couple glasses of water, and even make some cola. She hovers over your shoulder the entire time, resting her chin right the the crook of your neck, and watching you with interest. Eventually, Bela decides she wants to try it with you.
While her body doesn't process soda or water, it does process blood....so....
You pour yourself a glass of fizzy water, and Bela gets a goblet of faintly bubbling blood. Cheers!
She destabilizes when she takes her first sip. It's so bubbly! Her Flies swirl into a jittering cloud and she drops the glass to the floor.
You're only worried for a split second, because she reforms with a big smile on her face. She likes it!
It does take a couple of tries (and several more dropped glasses) for her to drink some without her flies fluttering around, but eventually she gets the hang of it.
Cassandra Dimitrescu
Cassandra is intrigued by the weird contraption that you brought into the Castle.
It's different, and clearly a modern appliance, so she's faintly intrigued by it. When you explain that you want to make her some sparkling blood, she gets HYPED.
It's a new, different experience she gets to share with you! She loves that!
You pull out a bottle of a nicer vintage ( Cassandra deserves the best, in your opinion) and she wraps her arms around your waist and 'oohs' in delight when the machine starts to inject bubbles into the glass.
You pass it to her, curious to what she thinks of the concoction, and her curious face is so cute that you nearly squeal.
Cassandra eagerly knocks it back-- and then freezes.
You have to stop yourself from breaking down into uncontrollable laughter. She looks horrified. In fact, Cassandra's tried so hard not to swallow the fizzy blood that she gave herself chipmunk cheeks.
She haaaates it. Little bubbles are popping around in her mouth and through the blood, making a really awful texture that feels like it's cold but also boiling? 0/10, very bad mouth feelings.
She has to slowly let the fizzy blood dribble out of her mouth and back into the glass. That was the WORST.
You feel a little bad for laughing so hard, but your girlfriend is making a face like a cat caught in the rain, and it's both funny and adorable.
Daniela Dimitrescu
When you pull out the Carbonation Machine for the first time, Daniela is the one who suggests that you two try to carbonate blood.
Actually, before she knows what you're going to use it for, she wants to explode the bottle of CO2 and see what kind of damage it will do.
...As fun as that sounds, you just want to make some homemade soda.
Daniela boos you for being boring, but it's all in good fun. Instead, she pops herself on the counter next to you, swinging her legs back and forth while she watches you carbonate a glass of water.
The noise is so weird! Does it taste good? Like Bela, she has some questions of her own about why humans want to drink this kind of thing, but you answer them all. For you, there's all sorts of reasons, but you like the way the liquid pops and sparkles in the glass.
Daniela immediately wants to try it with blood. It sounds so fun!
She darts out of the room and comes back with a (fresh, dripping) glass of blood that you carbonate for her. She knocks it back like a shot---and beams. She LOVES it!
Daniela wants to stick the pointy carbonation rod into her next victim and see if she can get the blood bubbling at the source. CUT OUT THE MIDDLE MAN!
You have to stop her from stabbing the nearest maid with the carbonation rod.
#alcina dimitrescu x reader#lady dimitrescu x reader#bela dimitrescu x reader#cassandra dimitrescu x reader#daniela dimitrescu x reader#lady dimitrescu#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#re8#resident evil village#resident evil#resident evil 8
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Invisible String Pt.2
Part One
(A/N: read part one before this part if you haven't already so it'll make sense!)
masterlist.
Jungkook interested you, so you kissed him.
"I don't normally do this," You promised, feeling breathless as Jungkook kissed his way down your jaw to your neck.
"Same," Jungkook nodded urgently, barely processing what you said in favor for tugging you by the waist so that you were straddling him in the back of the cab he had called for the two of you. He said he just didn't want to leave you stranded at the club, that he'd see you home. But one thing led to another and you were currently praying the cab driver didn't yell at you.
Jungkook's hands were everywhere, rubbing at exposed skin, grazing through your hair, flattening against the small of your back. He rocked your hips back and forth against his lap, frowning again in concentration. Shit- he was really hot.
You wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed, wondering what he looked like under his leather jacket. He felt so solid under your touch, like he belongs there. You dragged your other hand through his hair, pushing it back and off his forehead. He keened under your touch, smiling slightly while his eyes fluttered closed as your nails dug into his scalp lightly. You reached the nape of his neck and tugged on Jungkook's hair so that he was looking up at you in his lap, eyes snapping open in sharp attention.
Jungkook's lips parted slightly, as if he was about to say something before-
"First stop." The cab driver interrupted, making you jump slightly as the car came to a screeching halt in front of your apartment complex.
You would've asked him to come inside- except that Jungkook practically pushed you out of the car with a fleeting reminder about the money you still owed him. Ouch. You had clearly completely misread the situation, but that didn't stop you from thinking about Jungkook from that moment on.
You looked for him everywhere, scanning crowds on your daily commute, lingering at the same crosswalk you had met him at. Your eyes stayed glued to the floor when you boarded the bus on your way home most days, trying to catch a glimpse of those black boots.
The next time you did see him was three weeks later, at a gaming cafe, of all places.
"No, no, no- NO!" You whispered, scoffing in disbelief as you lost for the third time that night.
This was not normal for you- loosing, that is. You blamed it on the other abnormality of your current situation: being in a gaming cafe. Normally, you'd be playing LoL in the comfort of your own home sans-pants. But one overly excited moment and a mug of tea placed too closely to your set up and boom- no computer for you. At least while it's in repair.
"You're very dramatic," A voice said next to you, snapping you out of your spiral.
You frowned and looked over to whoever was next to you, locking eyes on Jungkook, who was currently slurping down noodles like someone was going to take them from him. You shrieked in surprise, the two of you jumping in your chairs at the same moment. "Are you stalking me?" You whisper-yelled, leaning away from him.
"No," He snapped, talking with his mouth full. "I got here two hours before you, I just didn't feel like saying hi until now. I could ask you the same question."
You watched him eat in awe, trying not to fixate on the way his tongue looked snaking out to lick his lips every now and then. There had been too many coincidental run-ins between the two of you for this not to be fate. You shook your head, throwing the incredibly stupid thought out of your head.
"Anyway, good thing I ran into you," You shrugged, choosing to ignore the fact that the last time you had seen him, you were rubbing your pussy all over his lap. "I have something for you."
He looked at you with his eyebrows raised, waiting expectantly as you dug around in your bag for a moment. You found what you were looking for, a small keychain of a skeletal hand in the same positioning as the tattoo on his forearm. "I saw it and thought of you, so I got it for you. Here, rock on." You explained, handing it to him.
He laughed slightly, taking it from you gingerly and inspecting it closely. "My tattoo means I love you, not rock on." He pointed out, pulling out his keys and putting the token on the loop.
There was a warm feeling in your chest knowing he was actually going to use it, one that only grew when you noticed the slight blush on his cheeks, "Yeah, well, the keychain means rock on." You quipped, "Do you like it or not?"
"I do," He said quickly, holding up his keys with a bright smile. You sent one back to him, beaming so hard your cheeks hurt. "Thank you."
At this point, neither Jungkook or you ever made plans to see each other. You knew it would just happen on its own. Which is exactly what happened a month later, on what could only be called the worst day of your life.
Things hadn't been going your way for a very, very long time. You usually had pretty good luck, but suddenly it was like the universe had forsaken you altogether. After a particularly terrible blind date, you had had enough- no more dating. This guy was all kinds of awful, he didn't laugh at any of your jokes, he had a terrible taste in music- he even wore the wrong clothes. He had loafers on- loafers. God, Jungkook would never wear those.
Instead of wallowing in a ruined night, you did what any struggling girl boss would do- you got yourself dessert.
You walked to the nearest 24 hour diner, pushing the doors open quickly. There was barely anyone here, thankfully. It was the perfect place to be alone.
Except that two seconds after you sat down in a quiet booth next to a window, Jungkook came marching up to your table. He was wearing a color other than black- this time it was a patterned buttoned down shirt and loose fitting trousers. You couldn't see his shoes, but that wasn't really what you were focused on at the moment. No, instead you could only stare at his latest haircut, cropped short on the sides and parted neatly. Who was this guy and what did he do to your fluffy headed soulmate?
"Are you sure you're not stalking me?" You asked calmly, at this point you were completely unsurprised to see him popping up at the most random times.
"I saw you from the window on my way home and figured I'd say hi," He shrugged, sliding into the booth beside you, immediately tossing his phone haphazardly onto the table. "Although I'm beginning to think you're a figment of my imagination. It's bizarre how you just keep...appearing."
"You're telling me," You snorted, resting your chin on your hand propped up on the table. "But I'm not sure if you'd be able to kiss a figment of your imagination."
Jungkook blushed deeply and you laughed for the first time that day. He was just so easy to mess with. Jungkook pouted childishly and stole your menu, burying his face in it.
"We did a little more than a kiss in that cab," He said in a whiny voice, "It's pretty late, why are you at a diner at one in the morning?"
"Nothing, bad day." You mumbled, "I needed pie."
"Valid reasoning," He said pensively, "You look nice, by the way. I like your earrings, they match mine."
You looked at the chain looping through his double piercings, realizing he was right- you had a similar version in your own ears. Weird. You didn't get a chance to return the compliment before the waitress came over and Jungkook ordered literally every kind of pie on their very extensive menu and two coffees.
"If pie will make you happy we might as well go all out." He reasoned, only noticing your outraged face when the waitress left. "Anyway, I got you something."
He dug around the backpack he has dumped in the booth beside him when he got here, pulling out a flash drive with a a tiny keychain of a butterfly connected to it.
"I don't know if I've never mentioned this before, but I'm a musician." He explained, holding it out to you. "This has my latest stuff on it. Nothing fancy, just wanted you to listen before I send it off to my label. Plus, the keychain reminded me of you."
You took it from him slowly, holding it as if it were worth a million dollars- which to you, it was.
"Sometimes I think I dreamt you up," You mumbled, still staring at the flash drive. You couldn't wait to listen to it, to hear his velvet tone and silvery vocals whenever you wanted. This was the first, tangible thing that connected him to you, a reminder that even if the universe hated you right now- at least Jungkook was in it.
"Touch me and see," He offered, leaning back in his seat with a small smirk on his face.
Your eyes flicked back to him, a dare written across his features and a thread pulling at your heart. You leaned forward, a smirk of your own on your face until his phone buzzed, interrupting the heated moment.
You weren't trying to be nosey, but the bright light of the screen caught your eye and you glanced at it quickly. It was a text from someone, their contact saved under a series of hearts and one word: wifey.
Wait- his what?
TO BE CONTINUED...PART THREE
(A/N: MUAHAHAA! If you've made it to the end, thank you, I love you, I'm sorry. Next part is the last part, as always feedback is so so appreciated! Send me an ask goddamnit!)
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Loki is dating a young woman who is a fantastic cook and one day he realizes his pants are a tad tight. He’s gained some weight but doesn’t have the heart to stop eating her wonderful food
Southern Belle
Word Count: 1691 words
Tags: body issues (not like anything too triggering, I don’t think), mentions of sex
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“Here we go,” she sing-songed, carrying a large baking dish over to the table, the little hand-painted ladybugs that decorated it’s sides seeming just as excited as she.
Loki sat patiently, smiling at her as she set it down on the blue checkered tablecloth next to a tub of ice cream. She set down a few brightly colored plates, all painted with various bugs and flowers, decorated by her own hand- which were still stained with paint, he noticed fondly.
“Peach cobbler,” she grinned, shaking her shoulders in excitement, “Just like Mamaw used to make!”
She watched him closely as he took his first bite, giggling when his eyebrows knitted together in bliss. Fuck, everything she made seemed to come from Valhalla.
His girl, his Southern Belle. The two had been dating for only a few months, ever since Loki had come to San Francisco during his travels. She had been poking around an art fair, her long curls pulled up into two pigtails as she pulled out pieces to observe.
She’d been wearing a pair of dirt smeared overalls, detailed with little butterflies and flowers, obviously hand-embroidered. They were rolled up at the ankles, her neon Converse forcing his eye to her like a shining beacon in the night.
He’d been drawn to her, like a moth to the flame, unable to control himself as he pushed past the crowds to meet her. As he came face-to-face with her she glanced up at him and flashed him a megawatt smile. He’d been speechless, utterly besotted.
“Can I help you, darlin’? You look lost,” she drawled, and it took a moment for the Allspeak to translate her thick Southern accent.
“I think I’ve just been found, actually,” he chuckled, finally finding his voice.
Her smile seemed to grow brighter, the little crinkles around her eyes deepening as she flushed deeply.
Loki had offered her a coffee, and she took it. He’d been living in bliss ever since.
She’d come to San Francisco to be an artist, picking up little commissions here and there, working in various galleries and zipping from place to place to help out her fellow creators. She was constantly buzzing around, full of excitement and energy about the whole world around her, ready to take it on day by day.
She gave Loki courage, made him see the little details of this Odin-forsaken planet that he had mostly overlooked. He loathed to admit it, but she had made him love Earth, so long as she was on it.
One day he would take her to Asgard, and he would watch as she painted the skies in her excitement and ecstasy. His world would be born anew in his eyes, just from the little things she would point out, things he’d never seen.
They found time for one another whenever they could. Loki had kept himself busy working in various art fairs, finding himself a good organizer for such events.
One activity that they had found pulled them together, besides the lovely rapture that was their sex, was cooking. Loki had taken it up when he arrived on Earth, mostly enjoying food closer to Asgard’s cuisines. She was from the South, whatever that meant Loki was not sure, but she insisted it meant all things ‘comfort food’.
And comfort it gave. She’d shown him Tennessee Barbeque, ‘Pop Pop’s Soaked Ribs’, a bunch of things having to do with cottage cheese, and of course, desserts.
He was settling down. Norns, if Thor could see him now. He’d likely have a joke or two to make of his unattached, emotionally distant brother finding love in such a creature as her.
Loki could hear her now, singing some country song in the shower, her deep twang echoing off the tiles and through her small apartment.
He was getting ready for the day, pulling on a deep green undershirt as he stood in his boxers. He pulled a pair of black slacks out of his little designated area of the closet and pulled them up.
As he buttoned them, he noticed they felt a bit tighter than the last time he’d worn them a few weeks ago. They had one of her art events to go to for lunch, and he’d been wearing jeans mostly when he was working at the fairs.
Turning, Loki checked out his ass in the mirror. He still looked fabulous if he had to say, but his pants were tighter.
Could this be a trick? Had Thor tracked him down and performed some spell to throw Loki off his game? It certainly would not be the first time something similar had happened.
He lifted the shirt, turning to the side as he patted his tummy, his finger pinching along his sides as he sighed heavily. He stepped closer to the mirror, pressing the back of his hand under his chin. His mouth dropped open in shock, and he glared at his reflection.
He’d gained weight.
“I wouldn’t have nothin’ if I didn’t have you,” she sang as she walked back into the bedroom in a fluffy pink towel. She came up behind him and wrapped her hands around his waist, giving him a squeeze as she placed a kiss between his shoulders.
“Hey, handsome.”
Loki scoffed, feeling quite uncomfortable suddenly. She frowned against his back, her hands squeezing his sides lightly, his love handles.
He pulled away from her with a groan, the air feeling heavy around him. He turned to look at her, her lip set in a pout on her concerned face.
“I’m not feeling very handsome today, kitten.”
“Oh,” her frown set deeper for a moment, but was quickly replaced by a mischievous smile, “Is there something I can do to make you feel handsome?”
She tucked her lip between her teeth as she sauntered back up to him, placing her hands on his chest. He smiled down at her, his heart bursting in his chest.
Loki dipped his head, catching her lips with his own. Her hands tangled into his hair as her towel fell away, and Loki took the opportunity to lift her into his arms and carry her over to the bed.
“I think I have something in mind,” he grinned, pulling her under the covers as she giggled from his touch.
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They arrived at the event a little late. The only craft she was not talented in was the art of makeup, but luckily Loki was, and they’d had to spend a few extra minutes covering up some of the hickeys someone had left on her neck and chest.
They were at some vegan restaurant in town that doubled as an art studio. Loki would never understand it, all these hybrid businesses were too niche, they’d have a hard time lasting in this market. But, she liked going and supporting other artists and friends, enjoyed having her art displayed on the walls of local businesses, and who was he to deny her that fun?
The little buffet table was filled with all sorts of leafy greens and vegetables of all colors. It was a vibrant exhibit, accentuated greatly by her art that complimented the bright green and orange paint job of the establishment.
“How come you don’t make food like this?” he asked, waving a blackbean taquito toward her as she gazed at another artist’s work.
“I make vegetables all the time,” she shrugged, snagging the taquito out of his hand and taking a bite.
“You make vegetables with Crisco, which I believe is just butter and animal fat mixed together.”
“I thought you liked my food, honey,” her big eyes clouded with worry, and his chest crumbled in an instant.
“Oh, my sweet,” Loki sighed, snaking one of his hands around her waist, the other moving to cup her chin, “I do, it’s just-”
“Just what? You’ve been acting weird all day, Loki. What’s going on?”
He felt the heat creep across his cheeks, embarrassment flooding his every vein as he looked down at her. He hated feeling like this, vulnerable, but he wanted to be honest with her, to invest in this relationship.
“I’ve gained some weight recently… and I think it’s from your cooking.”
Her eyes widened in shock, “I haven’t noticed.”
His head cocked to the side, his lips pursing in disbelief. She noticed everything, from the ants on the sidewalk to the stars in the sky, she saw it all.
“Loki, if you want me to make healthier meals, I’m more than willing. You just seemed to like my comfort recipes so much, and I wanted to make you things you liked,” she wrapped her arms around his waist, tugging his hips tightly against hers. “I have lots of recipes in my book, darlin’.”
“I do love your cooking. I guess I just feel a little… insecure right now,” he admitted, his face starting to cramp from the blazing blush across his nose.
“I really didn’t notice anything, but,” her hands dragged back to his belly, patting it softly as she stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. “Now that you mention it, I do like the little bit of cushion I’m feelin’.”
“Wow,” he chuckled, kissing her again. He covered her hands with his, giving them a soft squeeze of thanks.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He leaned in and whispered hotly against her ear, “Think you can help me work some of it off?”
“Oh,” she feigned innocence, her southern drawl coming out in full force, “what kind of exercises do you have in mind?”
“The kind that includes me, you, and a locked bathroom door fifteen feet away,” Loki smirked, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“Oh, I’m gonna be so sore in the mornin’,” she laughed as Loki dragged her to the other end of the restaurant, admiring his ass in his trousers unabashedly.
Loki pulled her into the bathroom, locking the door behind them as he lifted her onto the sink. She grinned at him, her eyes full of light as he looked at her lovingly.
His girl, his Southern Belle.
His favorite thing to eat.
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BitterSweet
Pairing: Itadori YuujiXReader
Words: 2.4K
Summary: How Yuuji makes his way into your life with brights smiles and shitty coffees
A/N: just in time for his b-day :3 i’ve loved this boi since before i even started jjk, so i’m glad I got to finally write for him lol
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Bitter.
Bitter-with a hint of vanilla-was what you associated with Itadori Yuuji. His beaming smile at your first tutoring session forever connected with the pungent coffee he offered you.
You stared at the cup skeptically, “what is that?”
“Coffee?” Yuuji answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I thought every college student liked coffee.”
He wasn’t wrong, “but why did you get it?”
“Because you got up so early to help me,” Yuuji’s smile widened as he waved the drink around.
“Well I’m scheduled, so I would have been here whether you signed up or not.” You pointed out, glancing at the clock nearby that read too-early-in-the-morning and gestured for him to hand it over. He looked so pleased with himself that you were sure if he was a dog his tail would be going wild.
That was the only explanation you had for why you didn’t tell Yuuji it was the worst thing you’d ever tasted, hiding your full body cringes when he looked up after digging through his backpack.
“So, what are we doing first?” He asked excitedly, holding a creased notebook with uneven pages and a packed folder with papers hanging out. You stared at it wearily, but unfortunately he was far from the worst case scenario-a folder was huge compared to some you’d run into.
“I guess just give me your last exam and we’ll work from there.”
Yuuji chuckled awkwardly, fingering through the mass of papers in his folder before producing a packet marked heavily in red ink. You sighed at the single digit number at the top with a frowny face beside it.
Looked like you and Itadori Yuuji were going to be spending a lot of time together.
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“You’re overthinking it, Yuuji.” You rubbed your temples having spent the last thirty minutes working through the same problem with no success. You were beginning to lose all hope.
“But it doesn’t make any sense,” he groaned, leaning back in his seat. “I’m supposed to figure out the probability of what movies were action movies, but how was she able to watch eighty movies in one week?”
“That isn’t the question.”
“It isn’t possible though!” He jabbed his eraser at the paper. “Did she sleep? I bet this Melissa chick fast forwarded or skipped.”
“Yuuji…”
“Can you go a full week without sleep? If she slept through some, are they part of the eighty?” He gripped his pink locks in frustration. “How do I know which she slept through? Is there a timeline?”
You deadpanned as he scanned the page stressfully like it was holding him hostage with its contents, “I don’t think they provide a timeline, no.”
“Sorry,” Yuuji sighed defeated, slouching forward to rest his chin on the library’s table. “I swear I’m trying.”
You leaned against your palm, eyes softening as he glared at the homework sheet under him. “Don’t apologize,” you slid the sheet from under his chin. “You’re my favorite session after all.”
“I am?” He perked up.
You rolled your eyes while circling a segment of the first word problem. “You can just make up wild backstories for each person. Melissa doesn’t have to sleep and can absorb movies abnormally fast or something.”
Yuuji blinked several times as his lips curved into a smile. “What about the guy who owns over four-hundred chickens?”
You forced down your own smile and shrugged, “he’s just lonely.”
Yuuji laughed, continuing down the page while spewing out ridiculous stories for the unfortunate names in the Stats problems. Your heart beat firm in your chest at how excited he was now while scanning the page. The ticking clock above you felt like a curse the closer it got to the end of your session.
You guessed you didn’t hate the mornings anymore if they were with him.
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You tapped your pencil’s eraser impatiently on the booth's table. The smell of brewing dark roast drifting through the small cafe accompanied by the combined noises of workers preparing early risers beverages kept you from dozing off where you sat. Finally, after what felt like forever-probably a few minutes-Yuuji slid into the booth across from you and placed a mug in front of you.
“I can buy my own coffee, Yuuji.” You took the mug wearily, eyes darting around the near empty cafe you’d decided to meet at this week to ‘spice things up’ in his words. “People might get the wrong idea.”
“I didn’t think you cared about that stuff,” he said with a teasing smile that you returned with a half-assed glare. “It’s my payment for making me smarter.”
“I already get paid,” you pouted at the drink in your hands. “And you’re already smart. I just help you understand it.”
He didn’t respond and you glanced over, confused at his slack jaw expression.
“Oh,” he started shuffling through his backpack and you swore his cheeks were dusted pink. “Yeah, that-uh-makes sense.”
“Right,” you raised a brow at the weird response, but decided it wasn’t worth pursuing. There wasn’t enough time in the world to question every random thing Yuuji did.
“What’s on the schedule today boss?”
“Your exam’s tomorrow,” you said, pulling some sheets from your own backpack. “I printed your practice exam since I’m guessing you didn’t know it existed.”
“Hey,” he pouted. “I didn’t, but still...”
You snorted, sliding the packet across the table. “Just do the ones you can and I’ll help with the rest.”
He saluted you, unnecessarily scribbling his name across the top before getting to work-his tongue poking out adorably while his eyes scanned the words intensely. You felt your chest filling with an unfamiliar warmth as you watched him work and your hand drifted subconsciously toward the mug next to you.
You coughed, unprepared for the harsh flavor, only wiping the grimace off your face when Yuuji peered upward with an innocent head tilt. Your heart squeezed when you locked eyes too long with his dark hazel before a soft smile filtered onto his lips. You quickly dropped your stare, hoping that if you avoided looking at him you could avoid the weird feeling emotion rolling in your stomach as well.
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You slouched up the library's stairwell, pushing through the second story’s double doors that led to your usual reserved tutoring table. The school really needed to push back your start time-seven in the morning was way too early for any college student to effectively teach or learn anything. The only person ridiculous enough to continuously sign-up for this time was-
You gripped your backpack straps as strong arms wrapped themselves around your midsection, picking you off the ground without warning. An unwanted frightened squeal left your lips before you recognized Yuuji’s laughter behind you and you relaxed as much as you could with him spinning you around in a library half-full of people.
“What are you doing?” You glared at him over your shoulder, cheeks warm from embarrassment at the scene he was causing.
“I got a C!”
You blinked several times before prying his arms off you, “are you serious?”
“Yeah,” he slid his backpack off, digging around before offering you a crumpled up packet with a seventy-four and a smiley written on top. You stared at it with a growing smile and without thinking too much you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Yuuji, this is amazing!”
“I know,” he laughed, encircling your waist awkwardly given your backpack. “My roommate didn’t believe me. She’s doing my dishes for a week thanks to you.”
You weren’t sure you felt good about that after seeing his level of disorganization, but you smiled back anyway. “I’m so proud of you.”
Which was true. Your chest was swollen near bursting with pride for him and he’d only gotten a C. You told yourself it was because of your own skills as a tutor, but had you ever been this excited for someone?
“Hey, we should celebrate.” Yuuji stuffed the exam back into his bag. “Do you wanna-”
“Can you guys quiet down?” a guy with four crushed energy drink cans and food wrappers laying haphazardly around him asked. “I can’t focus and I just wanna go home, dude.”
“Sorry,” you whispered as warmth crept up your neck, turning Yuuji toward the exit as he stared at the guy in amazement. “We’ll leave you alone.”
“How long have you been here?” Yuuji asked in awe.
“Twenty-five… No, maybe eight...” The guy narrowed his eyes at the clock. “Time’s an illusion man.”
Yuuji nodded, impressed, shooting the guy a thumbs up as you pushed him toward the doors. Once in the stairwell you shot him a bright smile, “celebrate?”
He nodded excitedly. “We can get coffee!”
You turned away quickly to cover your panic, “or maybe anything else?”
Yuuji hummed, “I guess change can be nice.”
Your heart did a bizarre skip at the soft look in his eyes and you hurriedly started down the stairs without him. You spent more time that morning brushing off each reaction to Yuuji than enjoying your time with him. When everything was done you started thinking that you were having a hard time kidding even yourself.
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You and Yuuji had been working in silence for the past twenty minutes-the longest he’d gone without needing help since he’d signed up for tutoring. It was a great sign that for some reason had your stomach knotting uncomfortably.
“You’re doing really good,” you complimented, admiring the delighted smile he gave you.
“Yeah, I used what you said about note taking for lecture.” He showed you his notes that were beyond chaotic, but apparently worked for him. “I actually understand what’s going on now.”
“That’s great,” you looked down at your Chem problems and attempted to keep your tone light. “You probably won’t need tutoring soon if this-.”
You heard his pencil snap and looked up to find him staring holes through his paper. He seemed tense as he pressed his pencil roughly against the notebook and you wondered what word problem would’ve caused that reaction.
“Are you stuck? Do you want me to-”
“I like you.”
You paused mid-reach for his textbook and locked eyes with him, his cheeks flaring up a dark pink. You opened and closed your mouth several times before mumbling out a weak, “what?”
“And I don’t want you to tutor me,” he looked frustrated with himself when you tilted your head at his contradictory statements. “I mean, I do, but not always. I just want to spend time with you and not talk about Stats because I hate Stats, but I really like you.”
That weird feeling was back. The one where your chest felt tight and your heart was beating too quickly and your stomach sort of felt like you might throw up, but all in a good way and that made everything weirder. It was a lot and not enough and that made you nervous.
“I don’t know, Yuuji.” You lied.
“That’s okay,” he smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “No pressure. I just sprung it on you, so I don’t blame you.”
You nodded, watching him dig around his bag for a second pencil while grumbling about organizing that you knew would never happen. Your heart ached in your chest as you watched him continue working casually, playing off whatever happened.
...but you weren’t sure you could do the same.
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This was a terrible idea.
You swung your legs, perched atop a railing across from a building that Yuuji was currently taking his midterm. It didn’t matter how you got that information-accessing his schedule with the few perks your job gave you-all that mattered was you had five minutes to figure out what you were going to say to him.
This wouldn’t even be an issue if he hadn’t skipped tutoring a few days ago. You weren’t sure if he thought you hated him or if he was regretting confessing to you, but either way you needed to talk to him before your window closed.
If only any of the speeches you could think of weren’t absolutely humiliating. Three minutes now? That should be enough time for you to at least get the beginning-
“(Y/N)?”
Your head whipped to the side so fast you're sure you got whiplash, dumbfounded that Yuuji was standing there with his head cocked to the side.
“You finished early,” you said, face warming at his growing confusion. “Not that I would know that.”
“Right.” He gave you a once-over. “Whatcha doing here?”
“Uh,” your nose crinkled while searching for a reasonable excuse. You sighed when you came up empty. “You skipped tutoring.”
Yuuji’s eyebrow rose and he waved his hands around. “I accidentally slept through it.” Then you noticed the gears started turning in his head and you began shrinking in on yourself. “You came here because I skipped a lesson?”
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were going to keep skipping,” you avoided his eyes, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “It’s a bad habit.”
He knew you were full of shit. You could tell by the way he was forcing down a smirk when you stared at your feet. This would obviously be going so much better if you had those three minutes to prepare.
“Thanks for checking in,” he smiled, fishing around in his pocket and holding out his phone. “We should probably exchange numbers so you don’t have to go through all this trouble next time.”
You eyed the phone and rolled your eyes, “makes sense.”
He looked overjoyed when you took it from his hands. Your heart felt like it would pound out of your rib cage while he watched you create your contact, your fingers shaking slightly under the pressure.
“As an apology, I should probably take you to get food too.”
You paused, looking up at his hopeful gaze before nodding shyly. “That seems fair.”
The smile that overtook his face was probably the largest you’d ever seen and your heart nearly exploded when he grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the building. You probably should have seen this coming the moment you began looking forward to your morning shifts with him. As he dragged you down the street you found yourself not caring where he took you-you knew you’d be happy as long as he was with you.
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ahhhh okay. I apparently have no chill, so here's a little over 2k of under the desk blowjob
what a way to returning to writing fanfic after about four years off, lol
it's all under the cut because... yeah it's definitely rated E
also thank you @captainsourwolf for the encouragement - I'm still nervous af, but so it goes
“you have to say take a dip, man”
“take a dip”
“Really man, did you have to call out Tumblr like that?”
It’s 7pm and they’re both at their desks at the studio, finishing up some last-minute research. Of course, Rhett was used to Link doubling back with commentary on their recordings even days after they happened, and the dipping sauce episode had only been done that morning.
He smirked and offered, “Man there’s some weird shit going happening on Tumblr like every day, don’t pretend like you don’t know that. Besides, I just sent a good portion of the Beasts scrambling to worry about all the dirty things they post.”
Link shrugged, “Yeah alright, but it seemed like a weak joke. Like oh, yeah, blowjobs, funny. Very middle school of you.”
“Man, blowjobs are funny. Who do you think decided it was a good idea to stick someone’s dick in their mouth for fun? Probably that same dude that decided to try milking a cow for the first time. Just sticking his mouth where it doesn’t belong for the sake of exploration.”
“I think blowjobs predate milk, bo.” He paused for a second, considering, “Besides the desk isn’t even tall enough for that to make sense. I’d have to rest my head sideways in your lap, how effective is that? And I’d know. I was down there earlier.”
Rhett had had turned back to his computer somewhere in the middle of the bickering, but at that, he spun back around.
“Nuh uh. Not if I lowered my chair down.”
“Even then your giant slenderman legs would be poking me in the shoulders. It wasn’t a well-thought-out joke, that’s all I’m saying.”
Rhett frowned at that. There was room, Link was just being contrary to prove a point. But now his desire to win had been triggered. Plus the idea of Link under the desk was… intriguing, to say the least. He stood up from the desk and walked over to Link, grabbing the hand that was resting on the desk and tugging him toward the door. Link raised his eyebrows, even as he allowed himself to be pulled up and over, and Rhett added
“Come on, you won’t believe me until I prove it.”
Link rolled his eyes but followed behind, his wrist still in Rhett’s grasp, as they made their way down the hallway. Thankfully the part of the team that was coming in live these days had all already left for home. This wasn’t a test he wanted anyone to see, no matter who was right.
When they made their way into the studio, Rhett plopped himself into his usual seat and pulled on the lever to lower his chair to its shortest height. He pulled away from the desk a bit and gestured down, as if to say see, there’s your opening!
Link just folded his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Come on Link, trust me on this.”
Link paused for a second, and then chuffed out a laugh. “You have to say take a dip, man.”
Rhett smiled, “Take a dip.”
Link dropped himself to a crouch and then forward onto his knees far more quickly than Rhett anticipated, given both Link’s reluctance and the tightness of his skinny jeans. Rhett felt his dick give a twitch at that – he’d been half-hard since he’d started dragging Link over to the set, and watching his best friend crawl under the desk and prepare to simulate sucking his cock didn’t do much to help.
Link backed himself up under the desk and Rhett automatically raised a hand to the back of Link’s floofy hair, guarding him from hitting his head on the edge. He watched as the other man curled in on himself to fit fully under the desk.
When he was settled, Link looked up with a half-smile and said “Alright man, scootch in.”
Rhett moved his chair forward until his knees met the resistance of Link’s torso and then paused, unsure of how to continue. Link placed his palms on Rhett’s knees and spread his legs for him, pulling Rhett closer in the process. Rhett looked down and his breath hitched at the sight - strong, warm hands moving their way up his thighs and a pair of bright blue eyes staring back at him. Link leaned in closer and bumped his chin on Rhett’s left knee, butting against him like a cat.
“See I told you, there isn’t room between your thighs and the desktop for my head” he thunked his head gently against the rim of the desk to prove his point, “Even with your chair all the way down, I’d get stuck. I’d have to tilt like this…”
At that, he turned his head at a forty-five degree angle and rubbed his cheek up Rhett’s thigh, bringing himself level with the bulge in front of him.
“Then again, it appears you don’t mind how I turn, do you? Little excited up there?”
Rhett coughed a bit and shrugged. “I mean, if you were at this angle you’d understand. Look atcha down there, on your knees for me, just waiting for me to take control.”
At that, Link smirked again and shook his head. “Do you think I don’t have control down here? Believe me, there’s more power on the giving end than there is receiving.”
He brushed a palm over Rhett’s cock and smiled at the shuddering breath that came from the man above him. He traced his way around the outline of Rhett’s growing erection, rubbing softly at the head as he passed from side to side. Rhett shifted, instinctively moving his hips closer to whatever was going to happen.
Link met Rhett’s eyes and tilted his head, wordlessly asking if he should continue. Rhett was nodding his head yes before he even realized what he was doing. There was no way he wanted this to stop. His hands curled around the bottom of the seat of his chair, doing his best to hold still in anticipation. Link’s hands moved their way toward his zipper.
“You want a hand with that, buddy?” He offered to Link, mouth dry and voice softer than usual.
“Nope, I’m good down here. You just keep your hands right where they are and behave.”
Link’s normally fidgety hands seemed pretty sure as they popped open the button on his jeans and unzipped his zipper. Rhett’s only contribution was to lift his hips off the chair as Link proceeded to slide his jeans and boxers down in one motion, until he was left sitting, bare-assed on his chair, with his dick straining up toward his stomach. Link moved his hands back to Rhett’s knees to push him away from the desk, scooting himself forward in the process so he could unfold from underneath the table.
He looked up at Rhett, admiring the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t seem to decide where to hold his gaze – Link’s hands, his mouth, his eyes, or his own dick as it twitched, precome beading at the top in anticipation. The kneeling man moved his hands up Rhett’s thighs again, this time making skin to skin contact as he moved closer. He leaned over and pressed a soft, almost gentle, kiss to the rosy tip of Rhett’s dick, dotting his own lips wet with precome in the process.
He opened his mouth and Rhett gulped, unwilling to say anything and risk breaking the spell. Unfortunately, Link didn’t have the same concern. His eyes glinted and instead of moving down, he said “Told you there wasn’t room under the desk.”
Before Rhett could even process the jibe, Link was in action, mouth slowly sinking down around the tip of his dick, tongue sliding against his frenulum in a french kiss as dirty as the previous one was chaste. Rhett’s hands tightened around the chair and he let out a grunt, his legs spreading as far as they could with his pants around his ankles.
Link moved his head down further, taking Rhett deeper into his mouth and letting out a pleased-sounding hum. He rubbed his thumbs soothingly across Rhett’s thighs as he braced himself, holding the position as deep as he could for the moment and then starting to lift off again. As Link made his way back up, Rhett closed his eyes, afraid that if he watched this was going to end too quickly. Instead, it just gave him an even stronger jolt when Link’s tongue traced along a vein on the bottom of his dick as he came up for air.
He released from Rhett’s dick with a pop of his lips, looking at the slick mess he left behind, before tilting his head up to look at the man above him.
“Hey, eyes open, man. I’m down here working, the least you could be doing is appreciating!”
Rhett opened his eyes and let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, letting out something that was almost a giggle. He smiled down at Link and, without thinking, reached up his left hand to push Link’s bangs out of his eyes. He caught himself before he made contact and paused, looking for permission, since was apparently supposed to be holding still.
“Can I?” he asked, waiting for an answer.
Link seemed to think it over for a second. “Yeah, you can touch. Even with both hands in my hair, I promise you I’m still the one running the show down here.”
There was no arguing with that at this point. Rhett gently brushed the hair back from Link’s face, noting the flushed skin of his cheeks and the damp redness of his lips. He released the seat of his chair with his other hand and used both hands to gently remove Link’s glasses, folding their arms and setting them securely on top of the desk for safekeeping. He returned his hands toward his body, resting them on his thighs, on top of Link’s, as the other man leaned back and started softly licking and sucking up and down his cock again.
Link’s lips drifted to the base as he tilted his head sideways and licked a hot stripe from the bottom all the way back up, laving attention at the top. Rhett felt even more precome leaking out and he moaned almost in tandem with Link as the other man licked it up. Link flicked his tongue across the slit to collect as much slick as possible before closing his mouth around the top of Rhett’s cock again. He began a steady rhythm up and down, with a pause now and again to lick around the head and meet Rhett’s eyes with a coquettish glance.
He continued making soft little noises as he went, sending vibrations shuddering through Rhett’s dick straight to his spine. Rhett’s hands gripped at Link’s until he felt the left one move away to grasp the base of his cock and work in tandem with the slick mouth moving around him.
After a minute, Link pulled off again, and with a raspy voice, chastised “I don’t think I was clear enough before.” He paused and then continued, “Put your hands. In my hair. Now.”
Rhett obeyed without a second thought, winding his fingers into the strands of hair on either side of Link’s head. He could control the pace, but not the sensation, as Link applied suction and the movement of his hand to Rhett’s erection.
As time went on Rhett felt himself building closer and closer, Link seemingly taking him deeper with each bob of his head. He felt the telltale signs of his release and tapped against Link’s head gently, moaning “I’m getting close.”
Link didn’t even stop, simply letting out an encouraging “mmm” sound and increasing the tempo of the hand wrapped around his best friend’s dick. With a loud groan Rhett released, hips stuttering at the feeling of Link swallowing around him as he came.
As he regained his senses, he found himself petting his hands through Link’s hair, even as the other man pulled off of his cock and looked up at him. Link leaned his head against Rhett’s thigh and looked up with a smile, before asking,
“Good?”
Rhett let out a bark of laughter. “So good. Very, incredibly good.”
“Even though there wasn’t room for me under the desk?”
“Okay, okay, you win.”
After a second to catch his breath fully, he rolled his chair back a bit and reached out his hands to help Link stand up. Rhett noticed a telltale bulge in the other man’s pants and he straightened up, and thought to himself that maybe they both won this one.
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