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jhugas · 11 months

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‘BE A GOOD GIRL’- Jeon Jungkook

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Genre: smut

Pairing: gamer! Bf! Jungkook X afab! Reader

Summary: You decide to try cock warming while he plays a game, but it doesn’t go as planned…

Word count: ~1k

Warnings/tags: cock warming, teasing, praising, restriction (f cums when he wants to), penetration, lil aftercare.

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Jungkook, your boyfriend, is a famous streamer. That means, he plays a lot of video games, and very often. Usually, it wasn’t a problem. But sometimes, he was too much into the games and wouldn’t give you any attention.

In the end, you’d just sulk and he’d always come talk to you again. But today, you wanted to do something different…

You always wanted to try cock warming. So today, you’re planning on cock warming him while he plays on his ps5.

You watch him as he’s concentrated on his gameplay and talking to his friends.

Then, you gather your confidence and decide to finally make your move and get closer to him. But with his gamer headset, he cannot hear you. Though it didn’t take long for him to notice you standing behind his expensive gaming chair, thanks to his screen’s reflection.

Standing there, you slide your hands down his torso and give him a kiss on his neck. And when he felt your soft lips against his sweet neck, he smiled and rose his eyebrows to ask you what you’re doing, before taking off his headset.

‘you know what I wanna try?’

You ask him.

‘What?’

He says amused, looking at you and the screen back and forth.

‘I wanna try cock warming.’

You say confidently. You were a bit scared of his reaction, but you knew he was usually open to try new stuff so you knew it’d be fine. After hearing your confession, his eyes widen in shock as he mutes his mic immediately.

‘Baby everyone could hear you!’

He sighs.

‘When? When do you want to do that?’

He finally asks, curious since he’s never done that.

‘Now. Just keep playing the game I’ll sit on it.’

You answer. He slowly nods before fully consenting to it and takes his pants and boxers off in one go. Quickly, he comes back to the game as he was afk for too long, and since his teammates were yelling at him, he had no other choice but to unmute his mic and insult them back.

While he insulted his friends, you had the time to take off your pants and panties. Then, you look at his tall, thick and veiny cock standing on its own. He was already hard and it couldn’t look better.

‘You stupid!! Behind yo-‘

He yelled before feeling your warm walls surrounding around his cock. He keeps cursing under his breath and gets one of his hands off of the controller, to grab your hips.

You, relaxed, let your back fall on his chest, then, you let your head fall back on his shoulder and you close your eyes to feel every inch of him. You can feel his hot breath on your neck, and you can feel him holding himself back from thrusting into you.

‘You alright?’

His friends ask.

‘Yeah yeah…’

Your boyfriend lies, he clearly couldn’t handle being in you without doing anything. The more time passed, the harder he got.

And to tease him even more, you decide to move a little bit, bend over, and slightly jump when he kills.

‘Fuck…’

He whispers, then act like everything is normal after his friends ask him what’s wrong. Later, since you see him struggling and you want to please him, you decide to give him a chance to fuck you. You get closer to his ear.

‘Win the game and I’ll jump on it.’

You tell him. You words motivate him and he starts playing way more seriously. He doesn’t let anyone touch him and kills them all.

You occasionally praising him with ‘good boy’ or ‘good job’.

Once it was only him and another player on the game, he went on full try hard mode. He loved the adrenaline.

But it didn’t last long since he saw the other player, and killed him in a second. ‘Top #1’ appearing on the screen. He’s happy that he won but is even happier about what’s going to happen.

He throws the controller on the bed, mutes again his mic and grabs firmly your hips. Hands sliding to your ass from times to times.

You start jumping on him easily thanks to your wetness and his pre-cum, as he moans in relief. All you can hear now is the sound of your ass slapping against his hips, the wet sound of your pre-cum mixing together, and your moans.

Every time he lets you take the lead while making love it always reminds you of when he came late from work, tired, and he’d just beg you to fuck him or suck him off. It was one of the few times he let you take the lead, or be a top.

You do your best to fuck him good. You go deep, then fast, then aggressive, then slow…

The game was still on and Jungkook’s friends were still calling for him. So loudly that you could hear them even without having the headset on. But he didn’t care, he was too busy and you were his priority.

Suddenly, you feel like your orgasm approaching and making you weaker. Consequently, you’re getting more sloppy.

But he feels it and with his hands already on your hips, he helps you jump up and down on it and guides you to rock your hips against his.

‘I- I’m gonna cu-cum!’

You cry out. Your walls clenching around his thick cock.

‘Hold it. Be a good girl and only cum when I tell you to.’

He says in a deep voice.

‘O-okay!’

So you do your best to not disappoint your lovely boyfriend, and do your best to not cum. His moans get louder and harmonize with yours. He also gets more and more aggressive, faster, and keeps on hitting your sweet spot, like usual. But it doesn’t take long for him to reach his highest point.

Then suddenly, a long moan slips off in between his lips as he fills you up. Painting your walls with his white semen. He throws his head back and breathes heavily.

‘Now… cum for me baby girl.’

He says, tired but he still gathers his energy to give you his best performance. Without any surprise, in less than a minute you find yourself cumming all over his cock. Your juice mixing up with his, and as you get off of him, it slides down on Jungkook’s dick.

You still go back on his lap then to kiss him lazily but passionately, whispering sweet words to each other.

‘Good girl. You did a good job today.’

He whispers with his lips against yours.

Then, later, after bringing you to the toilet, he played two last games with you napping on his lap, your head on his shoulder and arms around him. Then after, he lifted you up and brought you to your bed, and let you sleep until he finished cooking dinner.

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#army #bts #fanfic #scenarios #one shot #imagine #smut #bts fanfic #jungkook x you #Jungkook #Jungkook x reader #jungkook one shot #Jungkook smut #bts smut #bts one shot

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bratphilia · 6 months

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teacher (m. schmidt x reader)

request: "Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent"

note: sorry if this was a lil shorter than you were hoping. i left some breathing room at the end for a potential second part

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: fingering, missionary, virgin!reader, soft dom!mike

"this is your clit," mike says, pressing on the sensitive area.

your hips jolt. "o-okay," you whine, struggling in his grasp.

abby is at vanessa's house to be babysat so you and mike are left alone at his place. mike has you resting half way on top of him with one hand on your leg to remind you to keep them spread for him. you decided that today's the day you want to go all the way with him, much to his concern to your change of heart. however, you managed to convince him that you were ready.

the truth is, mike's been wanting this for awhile. he just finds your innocence so cute! the way you're a bit of a prude, blushing and shying away from anything related to sex. he finds it adorable. he finds youadorable.

he slowly moves the finger resting on your clit down south until it prods at your hole. he kisses your forehead and then your cheek as if to prepare you for what comes next.

"ooh," you exhale shakily. it's an admittedly discomforting stretch, but thankfully he eases you into it gently. he's such a caring boyfriend.

once the finger is inside, he curls it, earning a sharp "ah!" from you.

"...and this is your g-spot."

"th-that feels nice, mikey," you say, reaching a hand to grasp his t-shirt while he curls and uncurls his finger.

"yeah?" he mumbles, slightly mocking your voice.

mike pumps his finger a little faster and reaches another hand to rub slow circles around your clit. you grasp onto his arm and whimper.

"m-mike — mike! — i feel weird..." you cry.

instead of slowing down, he actually goes a little faster. your slick provides for a perfect lube to do so. "shh, it's okay. just let it go, okay?"

he presses the hand rubbing on your clit on your tummy, gently pressing down. the heat in your stomach grows until you feel some sort of release and a pulsing in your pussy. you moan loudly when he kisses you.

you feel yourself dripping onto his finger and your face burns. "'m sorry."

he gives you a lopsided grin. "what are you sorry for?"

you shake your head and he begins to unbuckle his belt and discard his pants and boxers. you tug on his shirt for him to take it off and he does so, pecking your lips before and after.

"still good to continue?" he checks. god, he's so good to you.

you nod and he slides on top of you. his dick prods at your entrance. "i'm going to go slow, okay? it's gonna hurt at first but that's just you adjusting."

"and we can stop at anytime, right?" you ask.

"of course."

he pushes in slow as he promised. you let out a flurry of 'ah's as the burning sensation of your walls stretching hits you overwhelmingly. fuck, you're so tight. he was expecting you to be — you were tight when he put his finger in — but he doesn't feel confident he can really move inside of you that much.

he's buried about halfway inside and waits for your call to move. "you're — ugh — so fucking tight," he can't help but comment.

"is — is that a good thing?" you wonder out loud.

"very," he says with a pained chuckle.

you take a deep breath after a few moments. "'m ready."

mike begins to thrust slowly and cautiously. his cock drags against your walls pleasurably enough for the both of you. the noises your making, squeals, whines, and cries, makes him want to go faster and illicit more, but being careful with you is far more important than his primal needs.

he recalls your reactions to the way he talked to you, so he leans down to whisper in your ear. "you like that, baby? like feeling me inside you?"

"yes," you moan.

his shallow thrusts are still enough to make the cheap bed creak and rock. "fuckin' god, babe, you feel so good wrapped around me."

"baby," you cry. "can you go a little faster? i can — ah! — take it."

"yeah? does my baby want it faster?" he mocks you as he picks up the pace ever so slightly.

"mikey!" you cry from the stimulation.

"gettin' close, baby?" he asks.

"mmm! i think so..."

like before when you were close — and he can tell you are by the way you're spasming around him — he brings his hand to your clit and rubs from side to side. you grip desperately onto him as you feel the same way you did before: the tension in your stomach growing like a dam about to break loose.

"ah! ah!" you moan and spill over the edge.

mike holds off from coming himself, for now and pulls out. this was about you, not him. besides, he'll teach you how to use his mouth on him some other time anyway.

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut

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mistachesme · 2 years

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Genshin men reacting to hating compliments pt 2 (ft Scaramouche, Al haitham, Kazuha)

Guys I literally had to repost this thrice coz it won't show up in tags :')

Scaramouche can either be “I can bring the world on its knees for you” person to you or “I will destroy everything that brings you harm” on any given day. He thought he got rid of those filthy ‘human’ emotions until you happened. You filled the blank space in his heart with too many scary feelings. It took a long time but he did learn to express his true feelings verbally. However, he started to notice the distant look on your face. Every “you dress up nice today” and “you smell nice” was met with a faint smile or an awkward thank you. Surprise is an understatement when scaramouche cups your face gently to make you look at him.

“Tell me who made you think so lowly of yourself? I need names.”

Your persistence to always do your best was the first thing that drew Al haitham towards you. It didn’t make sense to him, like where do you find this energy to finish one task after another tirelessly. After spending a lot of time with you, he surprisingly came to love your company and cute lil rambles (not that he will admit that to you.) It’s hard to explain why he feels frustrated watching you gulp uneasily everytime he praises you. No, you don't suck at something you think you do. He hates that you doubt your progress and worth.

“Do i need to spell it out for you? The results of your hardwork speaks volumes. Never doubt yourself.”

You are like the moon at night, always drawing the waves of his affection towards you. Kazuha has an ocean full of love to provide but you are not ready to accept it. He has grown to hate the distance you put when he expresses how much you mean to him. Hes been with you for so long, and he knows that you harbour the same feelings for him. You sometimes tell him that maybe hes better off with someone else who doesnt shy away from all his love and who is more confident. This saddens the poor wandering samurai.

“I only have you. As long as I’m allowed to be by your side, I want to help you get rid of these thoughts.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin x reader fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #kazuha fluff #kazuha x reader fluff #kazuha x reader #al haitham fluff #al haitham x reader #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham fluff

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candlewaxandp0lar0ids · 1 year

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jealousy, jealousy || I.N. x Reader

Summary: Watching the guy you have a huge crush on be a pretend couple with one of the prettiest girls you know for a photoshoot isn't the perfect way of spending your morning, that's for sure.

Who knows though, things might start looking up sooner than you'd expect.

Word count: 3.9k

Genres: college AU, fluff with a little angst, idiots to lovers (but only one of them is an idiot and it's not IN)

Warnings & Tags: reader has anxiety, reader is insecure, someone is verbally unpleasant towards the reader, kissing, Tzuyu from Twice is in this

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A/N: So this is part one of my lil project for Stray Kids' anniversary! I've got three one-shots written so far, so I'm confident I'll be able to post the maknae line in the next few days, and then take a couple of days to finish the hyung line or post them as I write them, I'll see. I hope you'll like it!

For this one-shot, please do suspend your disbelief for the way the school work is described in this lol, think of it as an artistic rendition or as something out of one of those shojos that go wayyyy overboard.

The shoot is supposed to start at 10, which means you’re there at 8, and the second you walk through the door you’re already plagued with thoughts that you should have shown up half an hour ago. Even as you’re the only one from your team there, you feel the familiar lump forming in your throat. Your mind goes over everything that needs to be done, everything that can go wrong, everything that is likely to go wrong, and everything you’ll end up taking the blame for.

You force yourself to take a deep breath. You focus on the end of the shoot — supposed to be at noon, but likely to actually be at 2, and it should be around 3 by the time you finish cleaning up —, on how you’ll be able to get back to the quiet of your home afterwards, and on how the atmosphere here isn’t too bad, this early in the morning. You’re not the only one here, you’ve already met the tired eyes of a few of the other students who you suspect didn’t go home last night, but there is something light in the air. You saw the sun rising on the way over and the light is still gently pouring in through the windows.

What a shame this won’t last.

When the others start rolling in, you’ve set up your little corner, just the way you like it. Your lights, your mirrors, your brushes and products, right where they should be so that they’ll fall right under your fingers when you need them. It helps you breathe a little better, but the lump doesn’t go away. It’s alright; you’re used to it by now.

Nari’s the first one to walk in, which isn’t surprising considering she’s the one directing the shoot, and it’s her clothes that the ‘models’ are going to be wearing. That is to say, the students she’s recruited to model for her, just like she recruited you into doing the make-up for her. The two of you aren’t close, not even friends, but you’re good at your job and a bit of a pushover, which makes you the ideal target for that kind of things.

She waves at you with a tense smile, but you know it’s not meant for you, she’s just stressed out. She always is. Unlike you, though, she has a tendency of taking it out on others, and that explains at least half of the tension in your shoulders today.

You need to learn how to say no to people.

Tzuyu, from the dance program, enters next, looking unreal as always. You’ve worked with her a few times before, too. She’s a sweetheart and you know she’ll make your job easier.

The same can’t be said about the next person to make his way through the door, whose apparition you’ve been waiting for since you got here, embarrassingly glancing at the door every few minutes.

Yang Jeongin walks in like he owns the place.

To be fair, he kind of does. Also enrolled in the fashion course, he’s pretty much the go-to when it comes to getting male models. Hwang Hyunjin, from the dance programme, is the second one, mostly because he’s harder to get a hold of — and because, you’ve heard, his girlfriend is pretty scary.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he walks over to your spot. His coat is thrown casually over his shoulder, his walk confident, and stylish glasses that you know he doesn't need rest on the tip of his nose. He died his hair back to black recently, but you can see it’s still damaged from the light pink that was his previous color.

“We meet again,” Tzuyu chimes from her seat, grinning from ear to ear, and Jeongin smiles in response, his expression changing entirely the second he does.

“It’s great to see you, Jeongin,” Nari purrs as she approaches, before she sets her eyes on you. “Are you done with Tzuyu? We really need to get started here.”

You know you shouldn’t let her speak to you like that, you have no reason to, but all you can think about in the moment is to pacify her to ensure that she’ll leave you alone.

“I still need a few minutes with her,” you say, and Nari huffs in annoyance, before her attention is captured by a guy setting up the lights and she power walks over to him.

“Do you want me to tell her something?”

You shoot a surprised look at Jeongin, who’s staring at you with a frown on your face, and you immediately look away. You hope it looks like you’re just focusing back on Tzuyu, and not like your heart jumped up to your throat when you met his eyes.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I know how she gets on shoots. “Just sit down and I’ll be with you in a second.”

He nods slowly, eyes still on you as you busy yourself around Tzuyu, but the tension remains in his jaw, which you don’t miss. It gives you a pang in the chest — shit, you don’t like when people are displeased with you.

It also makes his jaw look really good.

Tzuyu leaves to go appease Nari as soon as you’re done with her, and you’re relieved when she’s dragged away to go put on her clothes.

That doesn’t last, though, because next thing you know you’re a few inches away from Jeongin’s perfect face, and he’s staring straight at you.

You swallow. Then you grab one of your brushes, and you get to work.

“No late night snacks this time?” you ask, half-teasing because the last time you’d worked with him, his face had been somewhat puffy from it.

A smile breaks on his face, and immediately there are flowers blooming in your chest. He can look so serious and unapproachable one second, but as soon as his lips curl and his eyes crease, he’s a whole other person.

“I didn’t want to make your work harder,” he replies. You feel yourself freezing, and then you turn away to grab another product, praying that you didn’t just stare dumbly at him for too long.

“You got started on your take on the modernized hanbok already?”

He hums in reply.

“I have one sketch. You?”

“I’m counting on the rush of adrenaline I’ll get the week before to finish it,” you admit.

You’re too focused to see the curiosity in his eyes when you say that. You do, however, notice him tilting his head, and you immediately correct him, fingers sliding along his jaw to pull him back in his correct place. As you do, you feel him swallowing, and you’re quick to remove your hand.

If you’d been looking, you’d have noticed his ears turning red.

“You were the first one here, though,” he says after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, yeah, that’s because I don’t want to let people down. I’m the only one who’ll get in trouble if I procrastinate too long.”

And even then, you won’t, you’ll just spend a horrible week telling yourself you’ll never do that again.

You inevitably will.

God, you’re so tired of living with yourself, sometimes.

“You should tell me if you need a last second model,” Jeongin mumbles. He’s careful not to move his lips, but you’ve perfected the art to understand that language over the years. The comment makes you laugh.

“You're always completely booked for shoots on the last week,” you grin. You yourself still give a few hours of your time here and there, though you don’t stick around very long. You know that Nari plans her shoots ahead partly for that reason. It’s kind of flattering, if you think about it.

Someone with her drive and her talent gets to have a shitty personality, you suppose.

“I’ll get Hyunjin to replace me.”

There goes your heart again. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that the only time you spend with him goes like that, because you’re too cowardly to approach him during class, and it’s not fair that invariably—

“Are you done soon?” Nari shouts from behind the screen she’s put up to make a corner into a changing room.

“Just a few minutes more!” you reply before focusing back on Jeongin. “I’ll think about it,” you tell him, though you know yourself well enough to be able to tell that you’re extremely unlikely to go through with it. Just the drafting of the text would take you hours, and actually sending it? The idea is laughable.

You really wish you were normal with that stuff.

“Don’t move, I’m almost done,” you say, and he goes still, and your heart’s hammering in your chest, but at least he’s no longer saying things you’re at risk of misconstruing.

As he closes his eyes to let you put on the finishing touches, though, you know you’re in for a long day.

“Jeongin, can you put your hand a little lower? Tzuyu, smile with your eyes please? Now tilt your head more to the right? More? Jeongin, look at the camera but like, from the side, from— Okay, two seconds for touch ups, and then we’ll need to get things done a little faster everyone, alright?”

Nari’s forcing herself to smile so much that you think she might cramp. You rush past her to get to Tzuyu and Jeongin, carefully touching up their make up where you need and adjusting a little for the light. You also pat Jeongin’s forehead to catch beads of sweat that formed under the artificial light, and he gives you a grateful nod as you do your best not to think about things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

“We’ll be done soon,” Tzuyu says cheerfully, but even she seems to be forcing her smile at this point. You don’t blame her for it. You do, however, think she’s not being very realistic about how much work they have left.

It’s 11.30 and they’re nowhere near done. The start of the shoot ran late because of Nari’s adjustments to the clothing. After that, there was a heated conversation between her and the photograph over the subject of filters, leading to the guy throwing his hands in the air and quitting on the spot, meaning she’s the only one there. You can tell she’s fuming, and though you have sympathy for that, you’re also pretty terrified of becoming the subject of her ire.

“You’re not messing him up, right?” she asks, glaring at you, and you jump away from Jeongin.

“Sorry,” you say automatically, even though you haven’t done anything wrong. “I’m all done.”

She looks at him critically, trying to find flaws in your work.

“He has a spot on the chin,” she says finally, “seriously, if you don’t get your shit together we’ll never—”

“You don’t speak to her like that,” Jeongin interrupts her, and his voice sounds sharp and cutting.

The air freezes in the room. You risk a glance in his direction. He’s staring straight at Nari, lips curved ever so slightly downwards in distaste.

He also does have a little spot on the chin.

Shit.

Nari’s staring at him, too. She’s paled, and her lower lip is shaking.

“Sorry,” she finally says, voice trembling. “Sorry, I’m j-just— We don’t have that long and— Sorry.”

She looks small and vulnerable, and your heart melts on the spot. You can’t help it.

“It’s okay,” you say, “just give me a second to fix it.”

Jeongin exhales slowly next to you, but you suspect it’s in annoyance, not in relief. Still, he leans towards you to give you better access to his face.

“You don’t have to placate her,” he mumbles, lips barely moving.

“I know,” you reply. “It’s just easier that way.”

He frowns, but doesn’t add anything. For a second, you almost tell him that you wish you could stand up for yourself, that the truth is your ‘freeze’ response strikes you every single time and you can’t figure out what to say, that if you could, you’d—

“All good?” Nari asks.

You give her a nod and, this time, she doesn’t say anything about Jeongin — or about Tzuyu, for that matter. So you walk back to your spot, and you watch as the shoot continues.

You don’t really like watching these. That’s generally true. You have friends who do, who think that ‘this is where the magic happens’, but you know all the magician’s tricks, and that leaves no actual magic for you. Still, you’re needed here. You suppose you could have quit on the spot after Nari’s outburst, but it’s— you can’t actually do that. So you’ll stick it out until the end, even if you’re not enjoying yourself.

And that is particularly true as Nari directs Jeongin to pull Tzuyu closer to him. As he does, neither of them questioning it because they’re used to it by now, you find yourself sucking in a discreet breath between your teeth. Jeongin’s hand seems large over Tzuyu’s shoulder, long, pale fingers gently brushing against the skin and for a second, you think about the electric feeling that would run through you if he ever—

Just thinking about it makes heat shoot through your entire body, and you swallow. At least no one’s looking at you.

Another direction from Nari, and Tzuyu puts her hand over Jeongin’s chest, shooting a bold grin at the camera.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

Direction. They step away from each other, but Jeongin reaches out for her, and she delicately places her fingers into his open end, both of them longingly staring at their hands.

Your fingers dig into your arms.

Direction. Keeping Tzuyu’s hand in his, Jeongin brings it to his lips and they gaze into each other’s eyes. They look perfect together. They’re both stunning, and you know there’ve been whispers about them on campus already, in no small part because they’re often reunited for these shoots.

But God does it burn in your chest to look at them right now.

“We’re done!” Nari shouts at 1.50 pm. Behind her, the group that’s supposed to get the room at 2 is huffing and puffing, but you don’t think a fucking panzer could have gotten her to clear the space until she was happy with her work.

You should be relieved. You’re not. You won’t be until you’ve locked the door to your room behind you.

“Wanna get a drink to celebrate?” Tzuyu asks Jeongin. Her smile’s back to its usual brightness, now that the tension’s mostly gone.

You start picking up your stuff, but, embarrassingly, you’re very much focused on hearing his answer to that. You wish you wouldn’t be doing that, because that’s not any of your business, yet you can’t seem to help yourself right now.

You probably would have caught it if Nari didn’t stop by your side just then.

“Hey,” she says, “I am really sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said that.”

The thing is, you’re pretty sure she meant it then, but now there’s a lightness to her voice that you find… annoying. It seems to you that she’s already moved on and expects you to do the same. Normally you would, but after having spent the last two hours watching the guy you have this stupid, hopeless crush on all over one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, something in you just— snaps.

“I think you’ll have to find someone else next time,” you tell her with a polite smile. Her face falls, and you immediately feel guilty. You shouldn’t. Probably. Should you? Are you being mean? Are you doing something wrong? Does that make you a bad person?

“I— Okay,” she says, and this time her voice’s much softer. She looks down at her feet. “I get it. I know I’m not easy to— Yeah. I’m sorry.”

You thought standing up to her would feel good, that you’d feel Schadenfreude over this moment. This is the furthest thing from that. Actually, you only manage to bite back your own ‘I’m sorry’ at the last second.

“I just— this environment stresses me out,” you still say, speaking too fast. “It’s not really good or fun for me and—”

“Sure. Don’t worry about it.” A deep breath, and then Nari nods at you politely. “Well, I’ll get to cleaning up my stuff.”

And just as you’re replying “Same,” she’s spun around on her heels and started putting the clothes away.

You don’t know where that leaves the two of you, but that reaction makes the moment just a little easier on you.

You wonder, vaguely, if she did that on purpose. You don't linger on the thought though, and you go back to your own program, walking towards your little make-up station to start putting stuff away, getting everything back to its place in your bags. It’s something you slow at, just like you’re slow at setting them up, but it also helps you getting back to your normal self. With every object coming back to where they belong, you can breathe a little easier.

You still notice almost immediately the presence behind you, and you’re not particularly surprised to find Jeongin there. You give him a smile, and gesture at the chair.

“If you give me a second, I can get some of that off your face,” you say as you gesture to him. Camera make-up would look quite strange outside, and he’s been to enough of these things to know that at least as well as you do.

“I heard you told Nari off.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess you, uh, were right.”

That’s not all that happened there, but that will have to do.

When you glance at him, though, he doesn’t look happy about it, a frown barring his expression, and your fragile confidence immediately falters.

“Do you think that was a bad idea…?”

His eyes widen and he's quick to shake his head.

“No, not at all, you did good!” You can’t help but smile at the words. He’s younger than you, but somehow keeps behaving like he’s not. “I just like working with you.” He gives you a sheepish smile, lips pressed together.

“Sit down,” you say like your heart didn't skip a beat, “the least I can do is not let you go out like that.”

So he does, and even though you still have stuff out that you should be taking care of, you lean close to him and get to work once more.

There’ll be other shoots, of course, Nari isn’t the only one who requires your services. In fact, you’re surprised that he’d have thought of that at all. You know that it didn’t cross your mind, probably because you think these moments mostly as fueling your delusions.

The idea that Jeongin could actually enjoy spending time with you hadn’t even occurred to you.

Huh. That might say a thing or two about your self-confidence.

“So, you’re going out with Tzuyu after this?” you ask before your thoughts start running wild.

His eyes open.

“We’re going to get drinks, yeah,” he says, a cautious edge to his voice. “You should come with us, actually.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “I don’t know if she’d be very happy if I did that. Wouldn’t want to third wheel, you know.”

You hope you do a good job of keeping any bitterness out of your voice. You certainly try your best to appear nonchalant, like you’re merely doing small talk while you’re removing his make-up, even if you avoid meeting his eyes, knowing that it would

That might be why it takes you by surprise when Jeongin’s fingers wrap around your wrist, interrupting you. When you look at him, you find him staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression.

“You wouldn’t third wheel,” he says, which you certainly don’t think warrants all of that.

“It’s fine,” you reply, attempting to joke about it even as the breath is knocked out of your lungs, because you will not be caught dead misreading the situation for something it’s not, “if anything getting a date with Tzuyu is—”

Then, several things happen at once. The hand around your wrist pulls you forward and you stumble, just as his other hand shoots up to cup your face.

And then he’s kissing you.

His mouth is warm, his lips soft, his fingers carding through your hair, and suddenly you’ve lost your balance and you’re half sitting in his lap and any attempt at forming a coherent thought is swallowed by what is happening.

A very, very distant part of your brain is thankful for Nari’s screen, which has been moved to the make-up station to make place for the group that comes after you, but that is only a fleeting thought, because still, Jeongin’s kissing you. His hands are gentle, holding you like you’re a porcelain doll, but his lips are fierce, and you feel, briefly, his teeth grazing against your lower lip. His right hand travels from your wrist to your waist, and you’re pulled even closer to him, and now you’re pressed against his chest and all you can think about is how you want more of this.

When he moves away from you, you’re panting, breath short, and you can only stare at him with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t be the one third-wheeling,” he says.

“What,” you say in response, ever the eloquent one.

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair while the other one remains on your hips, not quite squeezing, but not letting go of you either.

“I— thought I’d made it pretty obvious I was interested in you,” he mumbles.

Oh. Uh, yeah, about that…

“I, uh, I assumed it was just wishful thinking,” you admit under your breath. “I mean, we don’t really, uh, talk outside of these shoots.”

He sighs and puts his forehead against yours. Your noses brush, and you’re acutely aware of the fact that you would just have to move a little to kiss him again.

“I— always looked forward to seeing you,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, something you’d never thought you would see, “but you always looked like you wanted to run away when I came up to you in class, so I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable, just— just shy, I think.”

It makes him grin, and you realize that seeing that specific look on his face makes you want to kiss him even more. If you were bolder, you would, especially right now, but you don’t think you can dare to just yet.

It’s fine, though, because he’s the one who kisses you, briefly, tenderly, and then he looks at you like you’re one of the world’s seven wonders.

“Want to go make Tzuyu feel like a third wheel?” he asks, rising an eyebrow.

You laugh, and you can’t know it, but his chest swells with pride when you do.

“And then I can take you on a proper date,” he offers. “If you’d like.”

‘If you’d like,’ he says, and you suspect that he knows exactly how much you’d like that, but you humor him because how could you not.

“I’d love that.”

this was my first time writing for IN and this made me realize that he's probably the member whose personality I'm least sure how to write, so I hope you enjoyed it still and I'll see you tomorrow for Seungmin's part! Any feedback, comment, reblogs or asks are extremely welcome, I may not be able to get to it right away because I'm working on the rest but I they're much appreciated ❤️

#stray kids #i.n.#yang jeongin #in x reader #jeongin x reader #yang jeongin x reader #stray kids imagine #stray kids x reader #jeongin fanfic #candywrites

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liyawritesss · 10 months

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ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ [ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ] ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Miles Morales [Spider-Man]

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: general thoughts and headcanons for everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman!

Warnings: some cursing but overall no warnings. KEEP IT CUTE AND PG-16 CUZ THIS IS STILL NEPHEW WE TALKIN BOUT HERE!!!

A/N: went to see atsv and i’m absolutely floored by that movie…it’s definitely giving me new material to write abt and a new hyperfixation so buckle up yall cuz the next few posts are gonna be all spiderman related!!

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @venusdraco @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @lulu-network @niyahwrites @pantherheart @marsfunzon22

First off I wanna say this is my SON, and on everything i love i will throw hands over him, if anybody wanna try it prepare to be demolished cuz I will NOT spare you. This is a lil boy ion wanna see none of yall sniffin around him period. I will gladly held you find your mind if you wanna lose it today!!!

Okay, no that that spiel is over, we’ve got some headcanons to address about everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman

He’s so precious. Idc if you know already I’m telling you again, he is the most precious thing in the world. He has a heart of gold and wears it on his sleeve, he’s always looking out for people and wants to see the best in everything and everyone. Which, while it is a good characteristic to have, can sometimes put him in tough situations, and sometimes it doesn’t end well.

He’s such a momma’s boy, but like the good momma’s boy where he adapts the things Rio teaches him and repays her by being a good filial son, even though he’s growing up and wanting to branch out. If he’s having emotional trouble, he’ll come to her to try and figure out how to express himself and understand how he’s feeling. On special occasions, or just when he notices her mood is off, Miles will conspire with his dad to do something small but special for his mom, like make breakfast or drop off flowers at her work. She’s always super appreciative of it too

Waking up for him is hell in the morning, because he is not a morning person at all. It’s worse if he went on patrol the night before (which, 9/10, he has) and he almost always sleeps through his alarm. He’s the type to have to have several alarms set to get up up, because otherwise he will sleep through the day

Similarly, Miles also finds it hard for him to sleep most nights. In the beginning of his career being Spiderman he would almost never go to sleep really. Even the trick of using nyquil or melatonin gummies didn’t work because his mind was always on one hundred, thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Though as he meets friends he can confide in and grows older he learns how to manage that kind of stress, which makes it easier to sleep. Though the insomnia never truly leaves him unfortunately, and its something he has to take with him for the rest of his life

Despite his introverted self, and the fact that he tends to want to keep to himself more often than not, Miles is actually very easy to talk to and if given the time and patience, great at making friends. He’s awkward at first because he wants to measure his interactions based on the vibe of the person he’s talking to, but you will find a hardcore loyal and caring friend in Miles.

So emotionally aware that it almost hurts. He’ll be upset and know why he’s upset, but sometimes wishes he didn’t know because in some situations he may not think his emotions are valid. And because he’s such an intentional person and a hyper empath, everything he feels is multiplied by ten. So if you fuck him over, he’s probably more upset about it than you’ll ever be if you were upset at fucking him over, if that makes sense?

He’s a cuddle-bug and nothing will change my mind about it! He had hella teddy bears as a little boy and would get upset if Rio took them to be washed because he was afraid he wouldn’t see them again. For no reason in particular he’s slowly dissipated his teddy bear collection and now uses a very fluffy body pillow to hold on to as he sleeps. Sometimes if he’s sick or just very down in the dumps and Rio notices, she’ll climb into bed with him for a while and comfort him

A decent cook actually as well! He was always in the kitchen when his mom and his tia’s came over to cook so he knows how to throw down in the kitchen a lil bit. His favorite thing to make is tamales because while the process may be tedious, it allows him to unwind and clear his mind while focusing on the preparation of them.

Miles’ is the type that when he goes into the store he will always, without fail, buy a new notebook/sketchpad. He may not even need it, he may already have like ten new ones he has yet to break in, but he always likes to stay prepared for when his current one runs out. He also likes to alternate between them or dedicate certain notebooks to certain muses or drawing preferences

Will squeak out of surprise and say something in spanish if he’s startled or scared. And I’m talking like a girlish squeak and it's so cute but he’d be so embarrassed, cuz why did you have to sneak up on him like that? He was doing perfectly fine til you wanted to give him a heart attack.

On the topic of spanish, he isn’t that confident in it so he doesn’t really like to speak it if its not with his family, because he just knows he’s gonna fuck it up. So if he feels like there's pressure in a conversation where he knows he’s going to have to speak it at some point, he’ll try to back out before that happens

Miles gets so fascinated with things all the time. It happens mostly when he’s either strolling through the neighborhood or he’s on patrol. Definitely checks himself out in the glass of skyscrapers…then promptly remembers that there are people behind said glass that can see him and hurriedly swings off. And if a new pair of Jordans have been teased? Best believe he’s doing all the chores and buttering up his parents so that he can get them as soon as they drop

Speaking of Jordans; this boy is such a sneakerhead it’s insane. His dorm room AND his room at home are full of shoe boxes he has yet to style with some clothes. Keeps telling his parents “I’ma wear ‘em, I’ma wear ‘em!” but he never has the time to cuz he’s too preoccupied with being a good student and Spiderman to prioritize style over comfort (even tho he do still be fresh n clean)

He’s also the best bestie to have. Texts you tiktoks, checks in on you at seemingly always the right time. If you go to school together then you know you’re hanging out after classes. And if you need help in the sciences, Miles is the best tutor ever. And his family loves you, so birthdays, christmas and other holidays, if you’re not already celebrating with your folks, if you don’t fuck with them like that, or if you don’t have a real family, he’s inviting you over his place all the time so that you never have to feel alone.

If you enjoyed, please leave a like, comment, and reblog for others to see! And don’t be shy to send in a request!

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pixelatedraindrops · 2 months

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Hello everyone!! Today I grow a year older :3 (and I hate it lmao) FEEL FREE TO REPLY BIRTHDAY WISHES IF YOU WANT :3

So, over the time I've come back here, I've become pretty confident and proud of my once hidden passion about sick characters, sickfics and sick comfort/whump... 🌡️

And you all have been so supportive and sweet despite my weirdness so I thank you for that. You helped me feel more confident in my otherwise weird fixation <3 So, for my birthday I thought I'd try and make up a little drawing challenge for anyone who wants to give it a try... There are soo many talented artists on this site (and in this fandom)

So... It's your turn to target your faves now. You will see how fun it is and hopefully understand why I love doing it so much. 😈🌡️

(plus it's my birthday and I require some sustenance LMAO JKJK)

But yeah anyone can join in. This is just for fun though! You don't have to if you don't want to! I think its okay to ask for some food on my birthday though...right?? X'D So if you wanna do sth for my birthday...then... 👉👈 💦

CHALLENGE BELOW~

DRAW YOUR FAVE ON A SICK DAY CHALLENGE🌡️😷🥵🤧

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(Mmmmkay, I am lying to myself when I say this isn't mostly aimed at the RainCode community... X'D Can't help myself. But anyone can join regardless of the fandom!!)

So here's the challenge and the rules!! (featuring my two main lil targets ofc :3)

Regardless of who it is, put your fave through some sickness hell >:3c I'd love to see it! Make em' as miserable as you want!

destroy them 😈 jkjk XD

If you're in the RainCode community you can target anyone, but as you know, my main targets are Yuma and Makoto. If they're also your faves and who you decide to use, that will make me extra happy!

Some tips for anyone new to drawing a sick day scenario art. A few things that make it look convincing are the following:

Pajamas or Loungewear

Messy Bed Hair

Fever flushed face w sweat or at least a red nose

Tired Eye bags

Shivery body

Ice Pack or a Compress on the head

Thermometer sticking from their mouth

LOTS OF BLANKETS

Tissues or medicine surrounding them

Tea or Soup (or both)

Those are just to name some from the top of my head. If you'd like some pointers on how to make a character look ill, check out my Fever Coloring Guide. This is for digital artists but traditional artists can try it too!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

The scene can be anything you want to, it can be fluffy and wholesome (with a caretaker) it can be angsty, or it can be silly. Its all up to you! Do it for the sake of fluff! Caretaking scenes are the best for any kind of relationship >w<

Either way, have fun with it!! I look forward to see what people make if they decide to give it a try! It doesn't even have to be a full on picture! Doodles and sketches are fine too! Just show me something >w<

(feel free to tag me and say happy b-day and mention my challenge, I am proud to be known for this and would love for many to participate :3) I wanna see you take a go at it :3 Show me your style! :D

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(wow look at me misspelling the word writing on text when I did it fine with my own hands lol)

Now, I know not everyone can draw...

Well never fear! I accept writing as well! ✍️✍️✍️

(hi vivia lol sorry for giving you a cold, at least you have an excuse to read and do nothing now haha x3)

Sickfics are one of the biggest things I live for! Any little drabbles or full fics with more than one chapter are welcome! Again target who you want any fandom you want, but I'll def be super happy if you make a RainCode fic. And even happier if you target my faves as well, but again, anything will do! Just make a cute story about your fave being miserable and being tended to! Trust me, it's super fun!

You can add injury or angst to the scene but I'd like illness to be the main focus of it.

Feel free to post your writing here and tag me or mention my AO3!

If you need a start to your fic, look on my blog for illness prompts! Maybe it can help give you a good start or give some inspiration! (thats why I share 'em :3)

I look forward to anything you try to write!

That's about all!! I hope you decide to participate! ✨

Good luck, have fun, and godspeed you future whumpers! 😈

(nah jk XD)

AGAIN THIS IS FOR FUN! NO PRRSSURE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO!

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wikiangela · 7 months

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fuck it friday

it's already friday here, just after midnight, so starting today off with a new wip 😁

I'll be back with alive shannon next time, but today smth new bc I started a new smut 👀 like, this was such a random idea, and I was half asleep when I wrote this and I have no idea if I'll even finish it but here's a lil bit of it haha (I don't feel as confident about this one as I did the previous two smuts, so I'm shamelessly asking for validation bc this fic will require a lot of it lmao why do i do this to myself)

so here's a new wip that I think for now I'll call buddie phone sex smut? lol

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Eddie’s staring at the words, for a minute pretending they’re directed at him, and at the picture, seeing his best friend like he never has before, and before he knows it, his hand is moving under the covers, over the growing bulge in his underwear, palming himself. Shit, he’s not about to jerk off to Buck. Especially since the messages clearly weren’t meant for him. That feels wrong, no matter how horny he might be. The next text from Buck doesn’t help, making Eddie's vision go red with jealousy. All it says is a panicked ‘OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY IT WASNT 4 U!!!! IGNORE IT SORRY!!!’

And, look, Eddie could say that it’s all good, delete the message, and pretend it never happened. Except, the more he looks, the more turned on he gets, and his hand starts stroking his dick through the fabric, and- and his mind is clouded by arousal and jealousy, and such strong feeling of possessive want, he’s not thinking when he throws the covers away, takes a picture of his bulge, cock hard and leaking, a wet spot visible on his underwear, and sends it to Buck in response, with a text that says ‘no worries, I liked it. fuck, I want that gorgeous cock all to myself’.

‘HOLY SHIT’ is what he gets back, and not even two seconds later, Buck’s calling him.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @andrewblur @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @911onabc @eddiediaztho @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @fortheloveofbuddie @lover-of-mine @gayhoediaz @callaplums @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @cowboy-buddie @monsterrae1 @hippolotamus @loserdiaz @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @forthewolves @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @spotsandsocks @disasterbuckdiaz @theotherbuckley @eowon @daffi-990

#fuck it friday #buddie phone sex smut #buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips #basically buck's in the middle of sexting someone else and sends some stuff to eddie and eddie goes crazy with jealousy lol #this fic will require so much research for what i want from it and def beta reading once it's done lol #im so unsure about it i was debating whether to share it since sunday and just almost changed my mind lol #buddie smut #smut #new wip #yet another smut jfc I can't stop lmao

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daffi-990 · 7 months

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✨ Inspiration Saturday ✨

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @loserdiaz @spotsandsocks @fortheloveofbuddie and @monsterrae1 . thank you so much and be sure to check out what they shared ❤️

Have a moodboard, a song and a snippet all from The Lightning Amnesia Fic

(I’m in love with this moodboard so much)

This song wasn’t the inspiration for this fic, but if the fic had a theme song it would be this. I see it from Eddie’s POV and ughhhh it just makes me feel things and gets the writing flowing.

And finally a lil snippet, this time some angsty fun times from Buck’s POV (this is set sometime post graveyard scene)

“I’ll talk to Chris in the morning. Clear things up so he’s not freaking out that I’ll take a bat to another wall. Because that’s what he’s worried about right? That I’m going to lose it again?”

Buck wants to hug him, but isn’t sure it would be welcome, not with the way things have been between them. “He knows you’re in a better place than last year, but yeah, he’s worried about another breakdown”

A muscle in Eddie’s jaw ticks before he sighs, shoulders slumping as he bows his head. Buck hates seeing him look so defeated and ashamed. He knows the breakdown last year is still a sore spot for Eddie. Sure, he’s grown so much since then, but Buck knows that he still feels like he let Chris down and that it’s a shame he still carries.

“As I said, I’ll talk to Chris in the morning.” He runs a hand through his hair. “Look, we have a shift in the morning and I’m beat from therapy today.” He gestures towards the lounge room. “You can let yourself out or crash on the couch, either way I’ll see you tomorrow”. And then he turns and walks away, the soft click of his bedroom door following soon after.

Buck is left standing in the dining room, feeling hurt and off kilter at Eddie’s blatant dismissal. Part of him wants to march down the hallway and have it out with him, to yell and to ache and to bleed. To get to the bottom of whatever is causing Eddie to create this distance between them. But he doesn’t, because he knows it’ll just push Eddie further away. For some reason, Eddie doesn’t want to confide in Buck, and even though it hurts, feels like he’s losing his best friend, he needs to accept it.

Unsure if Eddie’s offer to sleep on the couch is genuine, Buck leaves the Diaz house, heart in his throat and feeling like he may no longer be welcome in the one place that he considers home.

No pressure tagging @callmenewbie @callaplums @captain-hen @devirnis @exhuastedpigeon @eddiebabygirldiaz @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @giddyupbuck @hippolotamus @honestlydarkprincess @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @messyhairdiaz @mellaithwen @princessfbi @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @wikiangela @wildlife4life

#the lightning amnesia fic #daffi writes #buddie wip #my wip #buddie #Spotify

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nuhuhwinniethepooh · 5 months

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D-rink

I honestly just wrote whatever came to my mind 🥲 so please don't come after me if its inconsistent

Geto x Gn!reader

Trope: Lil' angst at the start then Boom! Fluff, Suguru can't skate ?¿

Preview : Holding your icy hands in his, the ice around his heart slowly starts to melt.

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Geto was exhausted of everything.

The back-to-back missions, the disgusting taste of the curses he consumed still on his lips, the constant lack of sleep and the small but constant pull of darkness that came every now and then, had taken its toll on him. He could literally feel the mental and physical exhaustion build a protective, icy wall around his heart as if to numb him from the world.

With a long tired sigh, he drags his feet across the polished wooden floor in the students dorm towards his room, only to stop at the sight of you.

Geto watches you curiously, exhaustion currently forgotten, as he watches you shift your weight from each foot while bringing a raised hand towards the door before pulling it back again, hesitation on your face. "Y/n?"

You startle at the voice, quickly turning around to look and relaxing when you realize it was him. "Suguru, you scared me."

Suguru smiles," I didn't mean to, sorry. What are you doing here though?"

He curiously quirks his head to the side as he watches the metaphorical gears in your head turn to answer his question and he chuckles, his first real chuckle in a long time. You look up at the sound with a small smile on your face, gaining a little confidence with every passing second.

"I just wanted to ask if you wanted to hang out right now and go somewhere in the evening, there's an ice rink I know that has a 40% discount on drinks today. So are you free? You can decline if you want to!" you quickly say as you watch him contemplate between your offer and a few hours of proper sleep before sighing, a slight frown appearing on his face as he feels the small, familiar tug of darkness.

"Are you okay?," you ask, not missing the change of emotions in him. Suguru looks at your worried expressions and sighs, he couldn't do it after all, at least not with the state he was in right now.

Suguru flashes an apologetic smile," I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to decline. I really need to catch up on my sleep but you could go ask Satoru or Shoko though, I'm sure they'd love to tag along." You give a quiet nod before looking down, tugging a few guilt strings in Suguru but he pushes it down, he really couldn't be with you when he was so...unstable.

"Oh well, nothing we can about that! Goodnight then...just ring me up if you change your mind!," you say quickly, looking back up as you wave at him and start to walk towards the opposite direction from where he came from. Suguru holds the urge to call you back as he watches your silhouette vanish in the turning before sighing again, only to see your head suddenly pop back out from the turning.

"Dont forget to ring me up if you do change your mind, okay?!," You yell before vanishing again, leaving a startled Suguru standing in the hallway. A laugh bubbles from within him as he stands laughing by himself in the hallway, entering his room with a smile on his face. He tucks himself to bed still chuckling, finally falling asleep with a small smile gracing his face.

The alarm rings.

Suguru groans, as he shuts the alarm with a thud and opens an eye to look at the time, 5 : 38 in the evening....

He lies in bed, wide awake...with nothing to do... before he realizes his own thought process, Suguru reaches for his phone and calls you. Your voice muttering a muffled greeting breaking him from his reverie as he returns the greeting, quickly putting you on speaker.

"Suguru? What's up? Need something?"

"Just wanted to ask if the ice rink offer was still up or am I too late for that?"

"It's still up! Are you sure though? I thought you wanted to catch up on your sleep, it's only been a few hours."

"I'm sure, I've slept enough for the day. I don't think I could sleep more even if I tried, so what's the timing?"

"It's opens at 7! We have more than enough time!," You chirp back, excitement apparent even from the other side of the speaker. He softly laughs at your ensuing excitement," That's great, I'll come pick you up around 6 : 40, then. Is that fine?"

"Totally!"

"Well then, I guess I'll see you again at 6:40."

"Yup! See ya' at 6 : 40!"

The call ends and slowly Suguru sits up, small bursts of excitement growing in him at the thought of spending time with you, he looks at the time again.

5 : 43, he grins, he better start hurrying up.

At exactly 6 : 40, there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You yell towards the door as you bend down to hurriedly tie your shoelaces. The door swings open and all you see at first was a pair of shoes walking towards the bed, looking up only to see an Suguru's amused gaze meet your frustrated ones.

"Can't ties your own laces?" He asks teasingly as he watches you continue to struggle, you mumble incoherent words at him which earns you a small amused snort from his side.

"It's refusing to co-operate right now! I swear the laces in my shoes somehow grows longer only when I'm in a hurry!," You grumble under your breathe as you struggle to tie the extra-long laces on your shoe properly without it flopping around.

Sensing your growing frustration, Suguru smiles and bends down to push your hands away," Let me do it, the day would be over by the time you tie it," he teases as he gets to work.

You sit up with a huff," I do know how to tie my laces, it's just refusing to co-operate with me right now!" He chuckles at your words before tapping your knees as he points towards his handiwork," Tada! You're all ready now."

You gape at the way the laces was tied into a clover-like shape,"Suguru, you have to teach me how to do that!" He chuckles at your words before pointing at the alarm clock besides your bed,"Maybe next time, though. We're getting late as it is."

You look at the time before quickly scrambling on your feet as you grab Suguru's hand and pulls him hurriedly out of the door and out the school compound," You should've mentioned that earlier!"

Suguru bursts into laughter behind you, struggling to catch up with all the laughing he was doing as you drag him behind you towards the station.

30 minutes and a settled-down Suguru later, you reach the ice-rink area. Grinning at him, you pull him inside, sighing with relief as the cold air washes over the both of you from the closed doors. The registration process didn't take long and soon enough, the both of you had already taken your shoes off inexchange for ice-blades instead.

Puttin' your orders down, you drag Suguru into the rink with a smile.

Knees weak and tumbling over in laughter, you look at the pile in the floor trying to get up only to fall down with a loud oof! Yet again, causing your laughter to double down.

"Suguru-," you wheeze out, taking in large gulps of air as you watch him hold the edge of the rink to support himself. He mumbles something incorrigible as he tries standing, causing you to break into fits of laughs again as you slide over to him.

"Glad I've been making you laugh," he says sarcastically while gingerly walking with the blades.

"You should've told me you couldn't skate, I'd have asked you to go out somewhere else if you did!" you say laughter dying out as you grab him by the arm and pull at him.

"Wait!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby"

You grab his hands and slowly pulls him towards the middle. With him still struggling to stand straight, you release his hands and grab him by the arm while using your other hand to straighten his back with a grin.

"See, it's not that hard once you get used to it!" You exclaim, letting go of his back. He looks at you amazed, slowly removing your hand from his arm and replacing it with his hands. The two of you mindlessly glide along the smooth ice, giggling like idiots and ignoring everyone else, lost in your own world as time seemingly passes by.

The bubble pops as the both of you hear the speaker announce the closing of the rink. The both of you take note of that and slides towards the door to get out of the rink, taking off the ice-skates and putting on normal shoes as you pack your stuffs back in your bag.

"Thanks"

"What for?"

"Taking me out, worryin' about me, handling my mood swings and other things," he mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

You smile," it was no problem at all, really. Don't mind it."

He smiles back," At least, let me repay you then," your smile grows wider at that.

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure"

"Then let's go get dinner, your treat!"

"Is that all? You don't want anything else?"

"Nuh-uh, just dinner."

He chuckles," Dinner it is."

He holds the door open for you, waiting for you to exit.

"So what do you want for dinner?"

"Steak, lots and lots of steak. I'm starving after all that skating, I do hope you bought enough cash with you cuz I'm gonna burn a hole through your wallet," you say with a chuckle, winking at him.

"I'm starting to regret my offer," Suguru fake groans, following behind you.

You chuckle at his reaction, halting your movements and holding out your hand for him to take," Well, let's hurry up! I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow!"

He fastens his pace and takes your cold hands into his while chuckling," Sure. I don't want you of all people to starve." You laugh at that, your voice echoing in the deserted area and Suguru joins in, your laughter infectious as a warm feeling slowly envelops him despite the chilly night.

Holding your icy hands into his, the ice around his heart slowly starts to melt.

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THIS WAS LONG BUT WORTH IT! TOOK ME A WHOLE WEEK TO WRITE THIS? I need a damn break (I'm kidding)

Masterlist

#nuhuhwinniepooh #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x reader #jjk geto #jjk x you #jjk x reader #geto x y/n #jjk suguru #suguru x reader #jjk fluff

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i-am-the-egg-to-rule-all-eggs · 2 months

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I suppose i should post my meager timeline lol

Above is me from 2021, when I was still in my parents house, about to have my first job, and I think the earliest I was planning to get out of my parents house and transition

Below is me a couple of weeks ago, finally out of my parents house and working to be able to get hormones.

The journey I've had between these two images has been long and hard, and I've faced a lot of things completely unrelated to my transition. I've had to keep myself hidden away for a long time, and I'm still fighting to show who I truly am.

Tumblr has been a huge resource for me figuring out who I am and who I want to be and what my goals are. The community of other transfems has really helped me discover the girl I want to be, and I'm confident that I would not be here today like this without them.

I've been lucky enough to get away from most of the hate on Tumblr; I'm not a very big blog after all. In the real world I've felt it and Tumblr has been my refuge from that.

Please, keep our refuge safe. There's no spaces I can think of that are safe right now, and it sometimes feels like the world is out to get us.

(btw if you'd like to support me by giving me money my cash tag is $JennyCameraxxo but please don't feel obliged to. I'm in a lil bit of a pickle so I thought I'd ask)

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maochira · 1 year

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This is my first time requesting something on tumblr. But, really. I love your writings and i wanted to build up my confidence.

Could you maybe do an older sibling reader with little brother Tokimitsu?. Where we comfort him when he gets anxious and nervous?. Like, we hug him or pat him, telling him that everything's going to be okay.., and he doesn't need to worry everything.

I thank you for doing this or not. Love your fics!. ❤️❤️

Ok ok I LOVE big bro Toki... BUT LIL BRO TOKI??? OMG... Also tysm!! So many people tell me I'm the first they send a request to, it makes me fee so honored😭💟

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!older sibling!reader, fluff, comfort

If there's something you'll never get bothered by or tired of, it's comforting your little brother. Tokimitsu knows you will always provide a safe space for him to be express his feelings and talk about all his worries and the things that make him anxious. Usually, he comes to you to talk, but sometimes he gets a bit too worried and gets too nervous to tell you. You always notice when something bothers his mind, though.

"Hey Aoi, is everything alright?" Your little brother immediately looks at you when you say his nickname. You're the only one who's allowed to call him that.

For a moment, Tokimitsu thinks about lying and telling you everything's okay, but lying to you would make him feel even worse.

"Today just... It wasn't my day. B-but don't worry-" He starts avoiding eye contact. "I'm fine... I think."

After seeing the anxious expression on your little brother's face, you immediately pull him into a hug.

"It's okay..." You whisper in a soft tone. "Tell me about what went wrong, if you want to. I'm here for you, okay?"

Even though he feels anxious so often, Tokimitsu never cries in front of other people. Except for you. Every time he hears your voice in this soft whisper, full of care and worries, he feels safe enough to let all his emotions out. That often results in tears.

"Hey... It's okay..." You gently rub his back. "I'm here for you, okay? Let it all out..."

#bllk #blue lock #blue lock x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #bllk x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #aoshi tokimitsu #tokimitsu aoshi #tokimitsu x reader #tokimitsu x you #aoshi tokimitsu x reader #aoshi tokimitsu x you

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dreaminofu · 7 months

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Inspired by the boys’ emotional posts today (especially Nace’s got us all sobbing), I wanted to write this post to show my appreciation to you my fellow kääryleet and baby boos🫶🏻

As a backstory, my health situation has been extremely difficult for the past three years and I’ve been housebound, almost bedbound with limited physical and cognitive capacities. It’s impossible to describe how much happiness Käärijä/Jere and Joker Out have given me through their music, interactions and just being who they are.

Whatever Jere and Bojan have, and the friendships between all the boys in general, has given me a glimpse of that deep connection between friends that has been lacking in my life, as I’ve been isolated from the rest of the world, mostly even from my friends too. (I have great friends and the best family though❤️)

And I’ve felt that I’ve finally been a part of SOMETHING again with you all. At first, I was just a lurker but I’ve started to feel better little by little this year, especially in the last two months, so I’ve become more active here. (And I’m feeling very confident in my recovery☺️)

Your posts make me smile and giggle and just HAPPY, and the happier I feel the more it’s going to boost my recovery. So keep your silly memes, fanart, fics and unhinged horny posting coming pls. I love this lil community we have in both tags. I could write a full-length novel about how much the boys and you have helped me but I’m settling for a short summary of it. So kiitos and thank you🥹🫶🏻

#i wanted to write something like this before but i chickened out #i swear im not being parasocial #i just love their friendships #käärijä #joker out

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hiyuna · 1 year

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golden! ☀️ keigo takami | hawks x reader

On one end of your apartment’s hall, there is you: a down-on-your-luck photographer with a penchant for bottling everything up. On the other end, there is Keigo Takami: an incredibly chill physical therapist that you once bet your sister wouldn’t look twice in your general direction. You lost the bet the very next day. Thankfully, the friendship that you’ve cultivated with him is worth much more than that.

— rating: t | word count: 5.3k | AO3 link!! — tags: modern!au / no quirks!au / gn!reader / fluff and humor / slice of life / a lil’ angst but there’s some comfort too / i did a deep dive into photography in japan for this whole thing / this first part is set around thanksgiving so i mention it a few times

one. ↪ the shared spoon.

"Pretentious artist notes... thirty-sixth edition? Or is it the thirty-fifth edition? Hmm. Let’s say the thirty-sixth edition for shits and giggles. Today is November 21st, 2022. It’s currently—roughly, I should say—ten in the morning. It’s freezing outside, but there’s no snow—thank god or whoever else is responsible for that.”

Your eyes drift from the phone on the round table beside your bed to the ceiling fan just ten feet above you. It lazily circles, set to the lowest speed despite the chill outside just to clear the stuffiness of your room.

“First order of business is the obvious failure from earlier this month. I don’t think I need to go over the whole thing again after the last two recordings. It’s time to move on.”

Biting your lip, you take a minute to go over the beginning of the month for what feels like the millionth time. There’s so much that’s happened in between then and now—a disproportionate amount of it more harm than good for your career, your mental health, and just... you in general. Coming to this realization in the timeframe hurt, but all of a sudden it’s hitting you here and now two days from a holiday while you’re sprawled over your comforter, tears welling easily in the corners of your eyes.

The next thing you say is whispered under the breeze of the fan as if it’s a secret you can’t even trust yourself to keep.

“How the fuck do I move on?”

What a question, a riddle for the ages.

Sniffling hard in a way that your mom would tease you over, you stretch the edge of your sweater over your fist and brutally wipe at your eyes. Your notes are no place for tears, and they sure as shit aren’t any place for wasting time, either.

“Second order of business is moving on: where do I go from here?” You pause in your questioning to sniff again. “Touko says that all great photographers—really, all great creatives—are molded and made by the breakthroughs they have after a slew of failures, but I don’t agree. Neither does Kamihara... Granted, I’ve only ever seen the guy’s works and read his one single interview over and over so I could be talking out of my ass here, but I would confidently bet he doesn’t agree with that.”

You take a few moments to think, then let your eyes drift to the ceiling again.

“Okay, fuck it, surprise third thing. What’s the deal with ceiling fans? There’s something kinda... I dunno. Nice, I guess, in the way it moves. It’s not like a roll of the tide or the sway of a pendulum, it’s this ever-repeating circle. Which is pretty cool, because it’s only that way because I made it that way. I gave it perpetual motion when I turned it on, and it’ll go until something else stops it. That could be a good metaphor for one of the prints in the next gallery, right?”

You watch the fan above for a few moments more, then slap your hand over your face with a muttered curse. “What the hell am I even talking about? ‘Perpetual motion’ of a ceiling fan. This shit is too out there even for these notes.”

Thankfully, your ringtone begins to blare right then, saving your notes from another rant. You aren’t safe, however, as the sound causes you to violently jerk out of your moment of reflection and pop your neck in a way you weren’t expecting.

From a cursory glance that is accompanied by another curse, you can see that it’s your sister calling, and you immediately know that the call is presumably to accomplish what both of your parents could not. With an exaggerated groan, you tilt your head back between your flexed shoulders and close your eyes. You know what time of year it is and what holiday lurks right around the corner. You know it’s a time for family to gather and fellowship together. You know that it’s worrisome to everyone in your family that you aren’t making the flight halfway across the world to the States after missing Christmas. And New Year’s. And every other holiday that came before now.

Unfortunately... after a myriad of recent events, you really just can’t find it in you to care even an iota more.

Rolling over to your side to grab your phone and stop it from recording your voice notes, you say, “Bear is calling, gotta jet. See you next time, pretentious artist notes.”

Breathe in, breathe out. Putting on a smile that you desperately hope will assist you in getting through another one of these phone calls, you answer your phone and put it on speaker.

“Bear, my darling and beloved little sister,” you chirp, “if this is about what I think it’s about, you can stop before you even start.”

"So your mind’s really made up then? There’s nothing I can do to convince you to come home?”

“Nope! I’m fine staying back here this time. I’ll see you all in a few weeks anyway!”

Your younger sister sighs deeply, the exhale sounding equal parts exasperated at and forgiving of your stubbornness. The thought of her standing in the hall of your parents’ home on her phone with a hip popped out as she rolls her eyes at your answer is enough to make your lips quirk. As predictable as she believes you to be, she should take a good long look in the mirror.

“Don’t you roll your eyes at me,” you playfully scold, “you did the same thing last year.”

“That was different! I was a broke freshman in college!”

“And I’m a broke photographer trying to live off of the money from my last gallery and an almost full-time job at the art museum. Think I’m justified in wanting to hang back for now.”

“Sure, sure. Just know that mom sicced me on you because she wholeheartedly believed that I could convince you. Dad was gonna get the other one, but he demanded not to partake in our quote-unquote ‘unhealthy family politics’.”

“Oh, god,” you chuckle as you press your fingers to the bridge of your nose, “who let frog get a sociology degree, again?”

She snorts along with you, “The real question is who the fuck let mom have him first? He totally fits into the whole ‘pretentious oldest sibling’ stereotype now, always going on and on about social bullshit. I’m so not ready for him to mansplain my relationship with Rina to her face in less than three days.”

“Ha! I’m getting plane tickets as we speak; I have to be there for that.”

“Ha, ha, fuck you.” She doesn’t mean it, of course, especially considering the way she’s clearly holding back laughter as she says it. The two of you let your laughter live its course before settling down, a warm sort of fondness that comes from a family like yours settling in the pit of your stomach. You’d almost like to let yourself pretend that you weren’t avoiding seeing them for a plethora of reasons, let yourself say to your sister that she convinced you to come back home and that you are actually buying a last-minute flight out of Fukuoka and back to the states.

You can’t do that, unfortunately, because a large part of yourself won’t let you.

It’s comfortably quiet for a moment on both of your ends before you hear a snap. “Hey, how was that last gallery of yours, anyway? I saw your post on instagram when you were starting it, but you didn’t post your normal wrap-up pic afterward. How many pieces did you sell? I bet they can’t get enough of you over there, huh?”

How easily that fondness can be ripped away and replaced with a pit of anxiety. You have to remind yourself to breathe again. “Uh, I honestly can’t remember how many pieces I sold, bear. I was really busy leading up to it and I had a shift at the museum like an hour later so...”

“Oh, uh! Sucks that you were busy! But I’m sure it was fun, and I know your pieces sold well. You’re a really great photographer, bug.”

You want to cry again. If only she knew that you only managed to part with two prints for a combined total of a little under a hundred dollars. If only she knew that you had a good crowd, but it seemed like everyone was only interested in moving to the next photo and not analyzing the themes in your works that you saw from behind your lens. If only she knew that your hours at the art museum went up because one of your colleagues moved to Tokyo just two days after the gallery.

You could tell her, but it would just add to the stress of everything everyone around you is going through. Your brother just had a kid. Your sister’s apartment caught fire a few months ago and she’s still trying to recover. Your mom lost her own brother at the beginning of the year, and while your dad has it relatively easy, you know he’s trying to be the strongest he can be for your little family. You don’t want to add to that just because of a few road bumps. And you won’t.

“Bug? Are you there?”

“Y-yeah, I just... Thank you for the compliment. I wish you could’ve been here to see it.”

“Aw, me too! Ooh, you should facetime me when you do! That way I can walk through it with the exclusive artist commentary like a dumbass billionaire with nothing else to do.”

That gets a watery laugh out of you. “You’ll have to text me and remind me, but I’ll try. Anyway, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay,” she softly agrees. “Before you go though... You know you can talk to me about whatever, right? I know there are fifteen hours between us and that messes with a lot of scheduling and stuff, but I promise to call whenever you need me. Just thought you should know.”

“I know, I know. And I’ll promise to do that if you can promise me the same, alright?”

“Of course, I promise! Alright, I think frog and company just rang the front door, so I gotta go too. Take care, bug!”

“You too, bear. See you soon.” And with that, the line drops, leaving you to stare at your phone.

One day, you will call your sister and tell her everything that’s been troubling you. You’ll tell her, then your parents, then your brother. And then, you’ll plan to take as long of a vacation as you can just to see them all. One day you will.

Just maybe not today.

The day passes you by after you get off the phone with your sister. You spend most of it curled into a tight ball on your couch with a positively gigantic fleece blanket draped over your shoulders like a wise ruler presiding over their kingdom...only your “kingdom” was your tv playing that one restaurant show that stressed everyone out this past summer. Another man’s treasure, right?

Around six, however, you decide to stretch your legs by taking a walk downstairs to get your mail and maybe see a neighbor or two. You could most likely benefit more from that than watching another episode in the dark of your apartment. So, you press your feet into a pair of canvas shoes, slip into your favorite jacket, offhandedly comb your fingers through your hair, and head out the door with just your keys and phone.

The elevator ride down is uneventful—one of the older kids living on your floor is on his way to get the mail for his parents and thoroughly ignores you by playing with his switch instead. Not like you’d have much to say, anyway. He’s courteous though, because he motions for you to get your mail first when the two of you make it down. You keep your voice to a murmur as you thank him, hastily grab your mail, then apologize as you scoot out of his way.

You don’t have much, thankfully. There’s a letter from the art museum’s director saying that you’re welcome to schedule another gallery for your works a few weeks into the new year that you sigh at, a paper bill that reminds you to sign up for paperless versions, and a thick yellow envelope from your mom. You stop in your tracks to rip the envelope open and find a card in the shape of a goofy cartoon turkey inside.

“Just because you aren’t coming doesn’t mean you can’t eat like we will. I’ll have your brother send you some money from me through those weird money-transfer apps you kids use these days. Treat yourself to some turkey on me!”

Oh, mom. You’ll have to call her the second you get back to your apartment. You don’t need money to buy a turkey—and you’re not even really a fan of turkey to begin with... The thought is very kind and very mom of her, and yet another show of love you needed from your family at this moment in time. With a slight pep in your step, you begin to walk back to the elevator while giving the goofy turkey another fond glance.

The second you do, however, you run into a giant and very solid... thing.

Luckily, while you do stumble over your feet in order to regain your balance, you don’t fall flat on your ass in front of a lobby of your neighbors. Unluckily, you recognize the person you ran into, and he’s picking up the plastic bags you made him drop with a friendly smirk that makes you want to simultaneously want to hide and roll your eyes at him.

“Ah, Kei—oh, I mean Takami! I didn’t see you there, I’m so sorry! You alright?”

Takami Keigo, your neighbor from the opposite end of the hall, laughs with a practiced poise. “It’s fine, I swear! Though I do have to wonder why you continue to call me Takami...”

“How many times—it’s polite to call you by your last name,” you grumble as you hastily squat down and yank the last plastic bag off of the ground before he could attempt to with your free hand. “I’m being polite.”

“You are very polite to me! I can’t say the same about the eggs in that bag, unfortunately.”

You stiffen automatically in shock, immediately (but carefully) peering into the bag to inspect its contents... and this time, you do roll your eyes. No dice. This is a bag full of food from KFC.

Keigo laughs again at the utterly unimpressed look you give him, the bastard. You have half a mind to whack him with the bag in retaliation, but it’s ultimately nothing more than a thought. Not only would that be incredibly rude of you, but it’d also instantly contradict your earlier point about being polite. Instead, you gesture to the elevator with the hand holding the bag, and when he confirms that is his ultimate destination, you go and press the button to go up.

“So, Keigo,” you emphasize just to be a little shit, grinning when he wiggles his eyebrows in response. “Haven’t seen you in a while. How are things on your side of the hall?”

With an amused sigh, he tells you, “Same old, same old. Yuri’s as cranky as ever, Masaki and his baby girl are as adorable as ever, and Michiko is as man-crazy as ever.”

“Oh? What number is she on this month?”

“Three! And you know, she told me just the other day that I should be ashamed of forcing her to keep busy with other men while she waits on me. I was almost going to stop by just to tell you that when it happened.”

“I wish you did! How many times have you told her that you aren’t interested?”

“With that incident added? Six times.”

You grimace, though you know you’re doing a terrible job at keeping the amusement off of your face. “Well, if you ever need to get her off of your back, you can always call me. Can’t say I’ll know exactly what to do, but I’ll do my best to help.”

The elevator arrives then, a couple from a different floor stepping out first before the two of you go in. Since you have a free hand, you push the button for the fourth floor and then take your spot opposite Keigo in one of the back corners.

“Anywho, how’s your side—“

“—Hold the elevator, please!”

Without thinking you shoot your arm out to stop the doors from closing. A cloud of perfume and cologne engulfs you moments later as a small group of people squeeze in with you and Keigo, the highly incompatible scents almost enough to give you an instant headache. You shuffle backward a bit to try and minimize your contact with it, but thanks to the way these people have shoved their way in—and the fact that Keigo is now behind you—you have little room to work with.

“Look who it is!”

Jesus. Speak of the devil—it’s almost as if you and Keigo talking about Michiko somehow summoned her and her posse. You’d laugh if you weren’t dreading getting whatever they drenched themselves in stuck as a taste in your mouth.

Closer behind you than you’re expecting, Keigo mumbles a curse you hope only you hear before raising his voice to say, “hey there, Michiko! Throwin’ a party or something?”

“We’re just having a little get-together! You know you’re always invited to come around, Keigo. It’d be so much fun with you there.”

“Aw, I’d love to, but we’re having our own dinner party for two tonight!” As he lies explains this, a hand falls onto your left shoulder in a friendly gesture. You try your damned hardest not to freeze at the unfamiliar touch, even as Keigo says your name. “Isn’t that right?”

“Totally—”

“—That’s just too bad,” Michiko cuts you off with a pout. “If it gets cut short for any reason you can always stop by!”

“We’ll be fine.” Oh, god, sometimes you can even surprise yourself. There are five sets of eyes on you the immediate moment after your curt reply, and you really don’t even want to imagine the look on Keigo’s face right now. Hate, hate, hate.

The rest of the ride to your floor—which is blessedly short—is spent in awkward silence on your and Keigo’s end. Michiko and her group converse about what they’ll do at their “get-together” in a way you presume is to entice Keigo to attend, but he keeps to himself. When the doors open up to your floor, they all step out without bothering to even feign letting the two of you leave first. You roll your eyes at their backs as you wait to follow, idling outside of the doors with Keigo.

“Ugh, they probably smelled good one-on-one but together? I think that could’ve been used as a torture tactic,” you (somewhat) over-dramatically cough the second they’re all in Michiko’s apartment with the door shut.

Keigo snickers at that, eyeing you carefully. “Yeah, that was a lot. Are you okay?”

You raise an eyebrow, following after him when he starts toward his side of the hall. “I mean, I guess; it was just another typical conversation with Michiko. Why do you ask?”

“We kinda summoned her back there. She also tried to walk right over you and it was rude, which I didn’t point out.”

“It’s okay, I promise! It was uncomfortable as hell, but if it weren’t for you it could’ve been way worse. Thankfully we’re out of it now.”

He stops in front of his apartment door to look back and give you a lopsided, yet genuine smile, his normally sharp eyes softening into something almost as sweet as honey. Right then and there you feel like you’ve been hit by a bolt of lightning.

Fuck, he’s gorgeous, and it is so unfair in so many ways.

“So, are we having dinner together or what?”

You can’t help yourself. “What?”

“Wow. I didn’t think people actually still made that joke.”

“A joke—I’m not making a joke here,” you hastily explain, “I’m genuinely confused. Was that not just a trick to get Michiko off of your back?”

“Sure it was, and I’m making it into a genuine invitation right now! We were catching up and Michiko interrupted, so why not just eat together and finish our conversation?” At this, Keigo turns back to his door and unlocks it, striding in without waiting to hear your answer.

With a slightly exasperated huff at his nonchalance, you follow him inside and close the door behind you while asking, “Did you even get enough food to feed two people?”

“Of course! I always get more just in case I’m feeling extra peckish. And if we run out of this, I guess I could make a salad on the fly. Anyway, welcome to my humble abode!”

The gravity of the situation hits you the second you turn on your heels to face him and his living space—the place he calls his own and has carved out as a natural extension and expression of himself.

You’ve never been in his apartment before, not like this. And on second thought, he’s never been in yours like this either. This is completely uncharted territory. In the eight-ish months you’ve been living in Fukuoka, in this apartment building, Keigo’s been nothing more than a friendly, utterly handsome face from the other side of the hall, one you’d occasionally see when heading out for work around the same time each morning, or checking your mail, or in one of the corner stores nearby. You just barely know that he’s a studying physical therapist with a job at a local gym and that his birthday falls sometime in the winter. His number is saved in your phone, but you can count the number of conversations over text you’ve had on maybe two hands.

You barely know him, and now you’re waltzing into his apartment like you two have been doing this since you moved in.

Deciding to break the tension you’re suddenly feeling with something easy—maybe a compliment on his decorating—you glance around the space to take it all in. All of his furniture—from the couch and loveseat to the chairs rounding the square glass table—is pristinely spotless, a fact almost comically exaggerated by the fact that they’re all a shade of white that’s startlingly bright under the fluorescent lights above. There’s a plush-looking light gray rug on the floor and a deep red throw blanket on the couch with matching pillows that are seemingly the only splashes of differing colors out in the open. When you look to the kitchen, you see that it matches the color scheme, and your heart drops a little.

There are no pictures decorating the counters in the kitchen, no reminders stuck to the fridge by magnets, no half-burnt candles on the coffee table in the living room or the console with a giant tv. You expected a bit more from him on this front, even with the small number of his eccentricities you’ve witnessed firsthand thus far.

There are, however, two things by the sink: a single succulent with slightly browned leaves rounding its base, and a photo of Keigo beaming widely and waving at the camera with a serious-looking, dark-haired young boy at his side. This makes you smile a bit to yourself. At least he has that.

When you turn back to him, his face mirrors yours as he asks what you think of his place. If you’re being honest with yourself, it disappoints you that he seemingly only uses it as a space to sleep at night, but you’ll keep that to yourself. You could just be assuming—not everyone can fill every corner of their home like you strive to. So you tell him that it’s cool.

“Probably not as cool as yours,” he returns, motioning to the table full of food boxes. “You gonna just stand there or are you gonna leave all this chicken to me?”

Walking over, you ungracefully plop down into the chair across from his and smirk at him. “Since you’re being so generous, I guess I might as well join you for dinner!”

“I knew you’d come around eventually.”

Keigo takes his seat after grabbing two plates from the kitchen and you both get to work divvying the food. He wasn’t lying when he said he usually gets extra whenever he eats fast food—there’s more than enough left over even when your plates are close to being full. As you dig in, you continue your conversation from the elevator and tell him that you haven’t been up to much other than working and taking time for impromptu mini-shoots when you can. He’s more attentive to you talking about almost nothing than you’re expecting, and it almost makes you choke on a chicken tender. Your recovery by asking how his studying is going is a little clumsy, but it nevertheless works. He’s been busy, he informs you in a neutral tone, and he wishes he could spend more time working at the gym due to the soccer season coming to a close.

His voice is tender and affectionate as he tells you, “There’s a youth league at the gym I work at. I was coaching the fifteen-year-olds before my course load got a bit too wild, and it was a lot of fun watching those boys interact with each other.”

That warmth of his is infectious, as you’re feeling it when you chuckle, “Must remind you of your high school days, huh?”

“...Guess so.”

Oh. Ouch. Wrong thing to say, for sure. Just a swift glance at him slowly pulling away from eating to place his elbow on the table and his head in his palm is enough to confirm it, never mind the faraway look he has as he stares into the kitchen. For the second time in an hour, your inner monologue is kicking you in the metaphorical balls for your slip-up.

“What is that, by the way?” Keigo juts his chin out at the mail you set on the chair beside you, clearly asking about the cartoon turkey at the top of the pile.

You snort, “A Thanksgiving day card from my mom. She’s going to have my brother send me money to get a turkey and thought that a card would be the best way to let me know.”

After you say this, you think for a second. Then, “You know? It’s funny. My younger sister called me earlier asking if I was coming home for Thanksgiving, and now we’re having dinner together.”

Keigo looks back at you with a slightly more lucid expression. “I’m sure they’re looking forward to having you back in the states again.”

“I think so too... it’s been a long time since they’ve seen me in person and not through a phone screen. You know, I’m pretty sure the last time I was in the states was early last summer for my dad’s birthday.”

“That’s not so bad considering the last couple of years. If you don’t mind me asking, why not go back for Thanksgiving?”

Million dollar question, that one.

With a sigh, you explain, “I’m in the middle of a rough time currently. Do you remember the gallery I had earlier this month? Only a couple pieces sold, and as much as I love working at the art museum, I’d love it even more if I could cut my hours back and focus more on photography.”

Keigo studies you for a moment, golden-hued eyes giving you a brief moment to peer deeper beneath the practiced mask he constantly wears. Normally you’d be a bit more bashful at openly staring at him like this, but at this moment he’s less of the neighbor who genuinely invited you to dinner with a lie to someone else and more of someone you’d willingly spend hundreds of hours studying just to come within an iota close to capturing him perfectly on film.

You weren’t wrong when you thought him gorgeous earlier, not even close to it. He might intentionally play himself off as carefree and casual to a fault, but you can see the tension that defines the hard edges of his jaw, the keen vigilance in the glint of his eyes.

Then the moment ends, because Keigo slides his gaze to the window without moving, and says, “That’s not all, though, is it?”

It’s not. And you really don’t feel like rehashing it a second time today.

He must gather this from your silence because it’s in the moment that you start debating whether you want to tell him outright that you’d rather not explain it to him or tell him as much through hints that he stands to clean the table. He takes your plate after confirming that you’re finished, placing both in the sink and washing them. Your conversation lulls in the space and quiet between you. At least until,

“I admire that about you, you know?”

For a brief second, you wonder if his goal tonight is to utterly confuse you. “You admire what?”

“You moving to Fukuoka from Chicago, of course!”

“Keigo...” you draw out the second syllable of his name in slight disbelief as you glance over your shoulder at him. “I packed up all of my life just to move to a city halfway across the world that I’ve only ever fantasized about only to actively be faced with the reality of doing that, and you admire that about me?”

Keigo’s smile is a little bit sad now. “What else? That takes courage, ingenuity, and resilience. You knew nothing about Fukuoka, yet you still sought to live here. You knew there would be a language barrier between you and an overwhelming majority of the population, yet you were working on your Japanese back in college if I remember right. You moved with a plan, you had a job with the art museum by mid-April, and you’ve made friends with a local photographer and that intern at the museum. So what if your first gallery here failed? You’re just getting started. Why rush it?”

That gets you to fall silent as he walks from the kitchen back to the table, a carton of ice cream and two spoons in his hand. He sets the carton—peach and mango is the flavor—down in the center of the table after taking the cap off, and sticks his utensil in it to take a bite. You absorb his words of encouragement in the meantime, pinning his words on a mental corkboard alongside your sister’s call and your mom’s card. When you consider yourself finished in letting all of the sentiments and affection warm you like your blanket from earlier, you find that he’s staring at you with a concerned furrow of his eyebrows.

“Thanks, Keigo,” you sigh, feeling soft-hearted. “Between my sister this morning, my mom’s card, and now this get-together, I think I’m feeling a lot better about everything.”

His once cloudy expression clears, and the bright, kindhearted look he gives you in return is all you need. “No problem, friend. Now, no more worrying! I thought this ice cream might be something you’d like and you haven’t even tried it yet. You’re making me look bad here!”

You scoff as he grabs your spoon and scoops up a hearty chunk of ice cream with it, looking all too pleased with himself as he waves it in front of your face with a smirk. Giving him a stink-eye, you snatch it from him and he guffaws, nearly dropping his own scoop in the process.

Why rush it indeed.

You stick the shared spoon into your mouth with a large grin and not a single worry in the world.

hi!! i’m yuna and this was written by me for me and i really needed to get this out of my system so here we are ✌🏾i don’t know how long this series will be—i have a handful of ideas but who knows what will get turned into a chapter—but i hope to be back soon, and i hope you enjoyed!! 💕

#hawks x reader #hawks x self insert #keigo takami x reader #mha x reader #bnha x you #i miss him so much and i want to get back into writing so #also i just wanted to write something soft!! nobody move!! nobody say anything!! i need my soft moment!!#these will be interconnected ficlets in anachronic order btw #ok bye for now!!! i’m gonna watch the new trigun and cry over millie’s disappearance!!!!#AO3 link inbound when it comes back up as well lol!!! OK NOW i'M LEAVING 💕🥹#yuna.writes

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yudgefudge · 9 months

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Footballers as Pokemon trainers, pt2

Christian Pulisic, Mohamed Salah and Jordan Henderson are the subjects of today. I don't really have a pattern or order for who I do for these, just who I feel like doing and can come up w a solid team for. Also, requests are open! I may reject them, if I don't know anything about that player. I'm gonna do coaches too.

@liverpool-enjoyer @addictivewhispering if u don’t wanna be tagged in these u can say so!

Pulisic

I think Pulisic would focus on simpler strategies based on dealing damage. Like he'd be that one kid we all used to be who didn't know what status moves are for lol. He also spams items.

Marill

Expecting Braviary first? Well yes, but I think marill would be his starter pokemon. 1) chelsea makes me think of water types, 2) it's round like a football, 3) its ability huge power makes me think of how pulisic is super strong yet also like. just a funny lil guy. 4) I think pulisic would be a fairy type trainer. Plus its also sort of american flag colors + it reminds me of pulisic on the champions :)

2. Braviary

Well yeah AMERICA RAAAAAAA GUNSSSSSS FEETTTTTTT INCHESSSSSSS HAMBURGERSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!! also its kind of ac milan colors :D

3. Slurpuff

He's from hershey which is apparently a chocolate (????) so yeah he gets this thing. also he's dopey and silly just like pulisic so yeah!

Salah

Salah would probably not even battle tbh. I think he'd have his Pokemon as companions. But when he has to battle he takes a very conservative approach to it, focusing on healing and status moves that ensure the most passive way of beating the opponent.

Slowking

What else for the Egyptian King himself? Out of all the "king" and "royal" Pokemon, Slowking for sure fit best, as it seems simple-minded, but is really just humble and wise. Also he has a fancy headpiece like Salah's FUCKING AWESOME 'fro. I think Slowking would be his starter Pokemon as well.

2. Litleo

Ideally he'd have a Pyroar, but I like Litleo more. Did y'all know Salah LOVES cats??? And Litleo (and Pyroar) are also royal Pokemon. Plus, Pyroar reminds me of the Sphinx, and they seem like they'd live in the Sahara, so they're native to home. Also the fire type reminds me of Liverpool and gegenpressing, like the directness of the strategy, I guess?

3. Altaria (Mega)

I know the real shiny Altaria doesn't change the color of the cloud feathers, but I like to think Salah caught a special one with all black feathers, so it has its own afro! :). Plus it also reminds me of him a bit, Salah is full of smiles but is also fierce on the field, Altaria is very cute but also strong, especially thanks to dragon dance. I think he'd mega evolve it too just to upgrade the afro.

Henderson

Now, Henderson is the first in this series who I think would take battles really seriously. Like, I think he's a tough battler who pushes his Pokemon to their limits. He still cares for them of course, but he enjoys Pokemon battling a lot, and especially enjoys winning them.

Corviknight

This is one I'm 100% confident on. I believe this is Henderson at his core. Definitely his starter. Also, kind of LFC's mascot? Like, it's a bird. It's also stoic and serious just like Hendo. It's also super strong, like Hendo!!!! Also, the flying type also reminds me a lot of gegenpressing.

2. Centiskorch

With what I said earlier about Fire types and gegenpressing, I wanted to give Henderson a fire type as well. Then I remembered Kabu, the gym leader who uses this Pokemon, and I thought Kabu reminded me a lot of Hendo, so here we are. This one isn't perfect but I still like it a lot.

3. Honchkrow

Big bird who's the head honcho (captain) of his gang. Also honchkrow looks homophobic which fits with henderson at al-ettifaq! :))))))). But really I do think this is a fitting Pokemon, Henderson feels like he would have no issue training dark types. Honchkrow also gets Moxie as an ability which feels a lot in line with how Liverpool tends to get better as the match continues. idk if this is acc true just something ive noticed.

#i do think honchkrow looks homophobic tho #like idk he just does to me #homophobic crow #shitpost #football #pokemon #jordan henderson #mohamed salah #christian pulisic #marill #litleo #pyroar #altaria #mega altaria #braviary #slurpuff #corviknight #centiskorch #honchkrow

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dayraiser · 10 months

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[NATM] Different Perspectives

also on ao3

What happened between Larry yelling at them to get along and them barrelling down the road in an RC car together.

Jed watches Octavius slide into the passenger seat with a raised brow. "You ain't gotta come with me, y'know."

"Yes, well," the roman starts, fumbling the seatbelt for a brief moment until it clicks into place. "What was it you said? I won't quit you yet?"

Jed snorts, tapping his gloved fingers on the steering wheel. "Not even close, amigo."

The cowboy glances over at the other man, who's busied himself by making sure his appearance is orderly. "You sure you wanna tag along? This ain't gonna be one of yer lil' rodeos with the horses 'n the wagons."

"Chariot races, you mean," Octavius corrects, almost certainly just to annoy Jed, which works, getting an irritated grunt out of the blond.

Suddenly, his hands drop into his lap, clasped solemnly, and his usually self-righteous and insufferable expression shifts to stone cold seriousness as he straightens up, staring forward through the windshield. "Jedediah Smith."

"Uh?" Jed responds.

"You are the leader of the Wild West, if not in official rank, than in every other sense of the word." Octavius starts slowly, every word deliberate and thought out. "It is not without reason. I have known you as an enemy for quite some time."

"Seems like an understatement," Jed interjects, unsure of the direction the conversation is supposed to be going in.

He kind of expects Octavius to just roll his eyes, or sigh irritably, or tell him to be quiet, but instead, the man pauses for a brief moment, before letting out a small huff of laughter, his lips giving way to an easy smile.

"Yes, I suppose you are correct." Octavius turns to look at the cowboy when he says it. The smile makes the corners of his eyes crease and carve laugh lines into his usually statuesque face.

Jed blinks, a funny feeling manifesting in his gut, so it's all the better when Octavius turns back to look out the windshield again, the smile gone like a whisper in the wind.

"What I mean to say is that your stubbornness, before today, has been something that I've only observed through the lens of the battlefield," the roman continues, after a beat of silence. "You are committed to your resolve." He pauses again, and a distant smile passes over his lips.

"I still recall the fight in which I had the clear advantage, and you had tried to turn the tide of the battle by pointing your, ah, gun at my head."

"It wasn't even workin'," Jed grumbles, leaning forward to fold his arms, resting them on top of the steering wheel.

Octavius gives him a look out of the corner of his eye. "We know."

The blond can feel the heat rushing to his face, and pointedly turns away. "Get to yer stinkin' point already, Octagon."

"What I mean to say is that your stubbornness…" Octavius frowns. "No, your tenacity is a very core part of the way you lead."

"And?" Jed raises a brow.

"And I," the man starts, before closing his mouth again and worrying his lip. "I viewed it as a weakness. The inability to retreat when you should. However, being on the receiving side today, and after what Larry said…"

Octavius' hands tighten around each other, and his expression grows tense. "I, um, have come to the realization that I may have interpreted it, ah, incorrectly."

He's nervous, Jedediah realizes, and suddenly the cowboy can't keep his eyes off of the general.

"You… What I am trying to say is…" Octavius looks down at his lap, his lips pressed as if he's struggling to figure out how to communicate his thoughts.

"You… You lead the Western diorama well. It took fighting you to realize that, and it took a common enemy to appreciate it," he starts, gaining confidence in his words as he speaks. His expression hardens, and his eyes blaze with resolve.

"I will not let you go alone. It is both my duty as the legatus, and a choice I have made for myself, out of respect for you. I shall not leave your side."

The roman straightens his back and refolds his hands on his lap, still staring straight ahead, a false air of casualness to his tone.

Octavius clears his throat. "That is all. Let us proceed."

Jed spends a good 5 seconds staring dumbly at the other man with his mouth slightly agape and his brain struggling to chew on the speech Octavius just crammed into his meat grinder of a head.

'The inability to retreat when you should…'

'Save yourself!'

'You guys aren't that different. You're both great leaders.'

Turning to look at Octavius, who's still pretending like everything's completely normal, Jedediah thinks faintly that he liked it a bit better when they hated each other, because at least it wasn't this goddamn awkward.

He's so caught up in his own head that he barely registers Larry's shouts for him to be ready until the giant is right above him, eyebrow raised.

"Jed! Oct! C'mon, you two ready to roll?" Larry sets his hands on his hips, as if he's about to scold the two miniatures for breaking curfew.

"Of course, my liege!" Octavius responds immediately, fist slamming on his chest in a salute that makes Jed jolt up like he's been stuck in an outlet.

"Yeah, 'course we're ready!" The cowboy responds hurriedly, quickly starting the RC the way Larry showed them how. He gives a quick twist of the wheel before looking up and giving a thumbs up, plus what he hopes is an assuring smile. "Good to go, Laredo! Ready to kick some old, giant butt!"

Larry's face scrunches up in a way that makes Jed's blood run cold and leaves him wishing he had learned how to stop running his mouth, but then the night guard just shakes his head and gives a good-natured sigh. "Good. Go over to the exit. Rexy's there already."

The cowboy forgoes saying anything and just nods, pressing down on the gas pedal and speeding off towards their destination.

Octavius looks out the window as they drive past the exhibits, and Jedediah quickly realizes that it's going to be up to him to break the silence.

Jed sighs, nervousness churning in his gut. How the hell is he supposed to handle his mortal enemy turned begrudging ally telling him all that stuff about him being as stubborn as a mule and how they're both leaders of their respective dioramas and then suddenly confessing that the stupid, stuck-up roman general actually respects him? He basically apologized for their whole war without actually saying the words 'I'm sorry' and then turned around and went 'well, anyways' as if he wasn't all nervous and shit and oh god the look in his eyes when he said he wouldn't let Jed go alone and holy shit his head is gonna explode–

Biting his lip, Jed lightens the pressure he's putting on the pedal, slowing the vehicle down significantly until it stutters to a halt completely. Octavius has the gall to look over at him, head tilted slightly in confusion.

"Octavius," Jedediah starts, clenching and unclenching his fingers. "Listen close, 'cause I'm only gonna say this one, y'hear?"

The roman hesitates, before nodding, almost meekly.

"You're…" Jed starts, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. I respect you too. You're a good leader. I stopped actually hating you 40 years ago and I can tell you did too. You have really expressive eyes–

"I'm cool with you if you're cool with me," he says instead, keeping his eyes firmly glued in front of him. He takes a deep breath, feeling the air push around the fluttering nervousness in his stomach. Turning swiftly to face the other man, Jedediah locks eyes with Octavius, his expression steeled over with conviction. Taking it off of the wheel, he offers one gloved hand to the roman, his gaze never wavering.

"Start over?"

Jed can already feel the regret climbing up his spine when Octavius just blinks at him, confused, but then the man grins and grabs Jed's hand firmly, and behind the satisfied expression the cowboy can see the nervousness leave the roman in the way the corners of his eyes upturn and crease and the way his jaw relaxes and the pure relief in his eyes.

"I would be honored to!"

"Alrighty then! It's official!" Jed gives him a grin, and though the nervousness has not yet entirely disappeared, it has been flooded and shares a space with excitement. He releases Octavius' hand and slams his foot on the pedal, launching them forward.

Octavius yelps as they start to speed down towards the exit Larry designated, Rexy's rib bone clacking loudly behind them. His hand flies up to hold onto his helmet, eyes darting nervously between in front of them and Jed.

"Step one of starting over," Jed hollers over the thrum of the RC car, receiving only a nervous look in return. "We're getting that stick out of your ass!"

"What?!"

The RC tears out the exit, past Rexy, who lets out a chuff and begins to chase the bone tied to the car, his every step booming behind them and sending them slightly up off the road every time. The crunch of leaves and dirt crackling under their wheels mixed with the sounds of the car itself, and faintly, Jed can hear Larry talking, but all he's focused on is driving and yelling loud enough that Octavius can hear.

"Come on boy, let me hear you yell!"

Octavius' eyes widen slightly. "Yeah!"

It's tinged with apprehensiveness, but Jed can feel the thrill slowly building in the man beside him.

"Just livin' the dream, baby!" He lets out a hoot, letting his awkwardness and nervousness fly past him like the wind past their car as he barrels forward, Rexy roaring behind them.

"I'm lovin' this!" He shouts, grinning ear-to-ear as he glances at Octavius out of the corner of his eye. The roman smiles at him, and his eyes crinkle and the lines deepen around his mouth, and he lets out a laugh so unrestrained and unlike the haughty laughs Jed's heard from him before, that all the adrenaline shifts in his gut, making him thrum with exhilaration.

Jed thinks that he'd really like to hear that laugh some more.

#man this is! embarrassing #night at the museum #natm #jedediah smith #gaius octavius #jedediah and octavius #relationship was very much intended but itd have been a bit weird for them to be SUPER gay this early AGHSFJHHK #scriptio ex diem

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