#like the first hour or so it was like lol haha. this is weird and kinda fun. i don't know how i feel about this
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Had a dream
Recruits make a bet on who can scare Colonel König
first. Money for the winner. Stupid idea I know lol
Got me thinking about
Hiding under his desk when hes out of his office. Him coming back later and locking his door. Sitting down in his chair. Just as your about to grab his leg to scare him he undoes his belt and pants.
Recruit wants his cock in their mouth
This isn't stupid at all! Sounds like a porn set up haha
Let's Make a Bet (g/n)
MDNI🔞
Master List
>cw: bets, voyeurism, oral, mention of sex, masturbation
1.2k word count
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Colonel König is a stoic man, never showing any emotions. Never laughs at jokes, crying at sad moments, or even showing fear when face to face with death. The man is made of stone. That’s when you and another recruit got the stupid idea to try and scare him; whoever wins gets $200. Shaking hands, you both accepted the challenge.
Your fellow recruit first tried something small and simple, a tarantula in the break room. König simply looked at it, picked it up, and walked it outside, totally confused. Small pranks like these didn’t shake the man so you decided to turn it up a notch.
When you knew König would be out of his office running drills, you decided to sneak into his office. Your heart pounds as you enter. You’re small enough to fit comfortably so you crawl under the large wooden desk and wait.
A half hour passes before you hear the door open, König muttering about things in German as he locks the door behind him. He walks over to his desk chair and sits down, facing sideways. You wait until he turns to try and scare him.
You hear the clicking sound of his mouse and occasionally the keyboard when finally, he turns to face you. You wait a little while trying to suppress your giggles from the excitement. König types quickly and then relaxes back in his chair.
Just as you’re about to grab his legs, his hand moves to his belt buckle and you watch as he unbuckles his belt. His hand unbuttoning his cargos before pulling his zipper down. You watch as he pulls out his flaccid dick, which looks like your boyfriends fully erect. The smell of his natural musk after a long day of sweating fills the space. Instantly you feel yourself getting turned as you watch in anticipation.
From his computer, you hear soft sounds of moaning and you realize he is watching porn. His cock slowly getting erect, he grabs it and pulls the foreskin back, exposing his bright pink head. His hand begins to lazily stroke himself unaware that you’re under the desk watching. His cock is massive, porn star huge, and you’d love nothing more than to know what it feels like.
With one of your hands, you slowly begin to rub yourself through your pants, your own arousal growing by the second as you watch his hand begin to move faster. Small moans leaving König’s lips as you see precum begin to drip from his tip. His other hand came down to tug on his balls.
You feel an overwhelming want to just suck his cock. Taste how his bitter cum would taste on the tip of your tongue. Trying to decide where to go from here, you just continue to watch as you please yourself.
König’s hand slows as he moves the one from his balls back to his mouse and seems to be looking for a different video to watch. You take a deep breath, one you think König heard, so you gently rest your hands on his lap.
You won the bet; König jumps in his seat and screams like a small child as he kicks his desk back. He looks down and sees you.
“I’m sorry I know this looks so weird,” you begin to explain in almost a panicked ramble.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” König shouts, his mask hiding his red face full of embarrassment.
“I- I,” you stumble over your words before deciding to just be bold, “I want to suck your cock.”
“What?” König’s defensive demeanor changes slightly as he hears your words. He couldn’t believe his ears. He always found you attractive, so to be put in this situation, he feels as if this is a dream.
“Let me help you cum.” You look at his hand trying to cover himself.
He looks down at his cock losing its erection because of the fear, and then up at you with desire in your eyes.
“Are- are you serious?” He sounds slightly unsure.
“I am…”
König sits for a while before he nods his head and motions for you to move out from under the desk. You crawl forward and kneel before him.
His piercing blue eyes gaze down at you as you inch closer to his cock, his hand slowly moving to the side so you can grasp it with your own. He lets out a soft shuddering breath as you do. You slowly stroke his cock as you look up at him, his eyes have softened.
You lower your head and pull his foreskin back before flicking your tongue on the tip of his cock. König’s breathing begins to pick up, his eyes shifting to the frozen porn and then back to you.
“Can you take your shirt off?” He asks feeling a little nervous asking for something extra.
You gladly lean back and pull your shirt off, König looks over your body and smirks under his mask. Your skin looks so soft and beautiful. As you lean back down and begin to lick his cock again. He reaches out and begins to caress your bare shoulders and down your arms, you feel as soft as you look.
Holding his cock up, you lick his balls. Gently taking one into your mouth at a time and sucking on them while on of your hands strokes his cock. Your tongue licking them all over, making them slobbery before moving your attention back to his cock.
You wrap your lips around his cock finally and he lets out a soft moan. You lower your head on his length, taking in a few inches, sucking as you bob your head. König looks down at you, eyebrows pinched beneath his mask.
“Just like that Schatz,” He leans his head back and closes his eye; letting the waves of pleasure take over.
One of his hands moves to the back of your head and gently pets your hair, resisting the urge to shove your head down farther on his cock. The room filled with the sound of your mouth desperately wanting to please him and his small moans.
Your hands grasp his thighs as you push your head down further, making yourself gag. His hand applies slight pressure to help you get his girthy cock into your tight throat. His hips bucking upwards slightly as spit begins to pool at the corners of your stretched lips. He looks down at you and stares in awe at you before his eyes travel down what he can see of your body.
He looks back at the frozen porn of a woman bent over and he looks back at you. Your eyes looking up at him noticing his want. Slowly releasing his cock from your mouth, a line of spit connecting from your lips to the tip of his cock.
“Do you want to fuck me?”
König doesn’t speak, just nods. His eyes look as if they’re glossed over with a lustful daze. You stand up in front of him, his eyes traveling down your body. You begin to undress in front of him. His hand reaches out and caresses your hips before standing himself, his pants dropping to his ankles. He grabs your waist and turns you around, pushing you gently down onto his desk. Your face touching the cold wood as you feel excitement rush through your body. He steps behind you and squeezes your ass before lining himself up with you.
You won the $200 bet and get to experience your first BWC, it’s been a pretty good night.
#konig#konig x reader#könig#konig x y/n#konig cod#könig x reader#konig smut#könig smut#könig cod#könig mw2#konig x reader smut#konig x you#konig x gn!reader#könig call of duty#könig x gn!reader#könig x gn reader#könig x y/n#könig x you#könig x reader smut
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had half a gummy and fell into a sisyphean cycle where i couldn't tell what was real the other day. also went to an art museum while it was still fading and unlocked secret emotions
#GUYS. THAT FUCKING SUCKED. i felt like i was gonna die. HOW DO YOU PEOPLE ENJOY THAT.#like the first hour or so it was like lol haha. this is weird and kinda fun. i don't know how i feel about this#And then the fucking horrors started. LIKE DUDE.#also the morning after when it was still fading i could tell how slow my brain was and i got sooooo scared.#like all i could think was is this what its gonna be like?? did i fuck up my brain?? CAN I NO LONGER THINK????#like damn. i didn't realise how attached i was to my thoughts.#maybe its because i was on my period but. DO NOT RECOMMEND. NEVER AGAIN (lie. probably)
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ryou should. um. marry me. maybe
#only a maybe though because do i reeaally like him that much or#(yes. i do.)#head in hands stuff came up personal and familial wise so i’m just. bleh#additionally i am so exhausted agsjdhd i keep passing out for like three hours whenever i get home…#literally no drive to do anything after school#it’s horrible#anyway. just thinking of him. i totally just think he’s neat it’s nothing more than that. totally#rgrhrhg you ever think about your f/o saying their theoretical vows at your guys’ theoretical wedding.#crying into my hands adbshfkg#i shouldn’t be crying over something as simple as this but i am lol#i sometimes just think about how he’d look during it or how he’d look at me and how he’d say them#do you think his voice would get softer when he says them. do you think he’d smile while saying them#he writes his own campaigns and stories and letters so i think i’d die on the spot hearing whatever vows he’d say#he’s good at writing and i just know whatever he’d have to say at such an important moment for us would probably Kill me haha#it’s just a silly little thing for me to think about but. god. one day i swear#i want to spend the rest of my life with him and i already know this#it’s so silly that i can feel this much for hecking. mr side character over here#agh i love him though. so much. a dumb amount. must i go on#him and his weirdness and his dorkiness and everything else#but i have to live through this first!! and then probably a couple more things!! and then we can have that#only a maybe though. because again do i reeeaaally like him that much or#lol anyway#spooky ghosts
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also i finally finished the silm earlier and oh my god i understood narn i chin hurin so much better this time. like i know the whole thing isn't included but the fact the main parts are mentioned *after* i knew who the heck everyone in it was and where everything was happening made it so much more understandable now than when i first read it back when i was like 14 bc i went like hobbit -> lotr -> children of hurin with a lot of time in between where i forgot stuff
#bc i remember the first time i read it i was so lost like “where the fuck is doriath and dor lomin and all these places who are these..#..people. why wont turin come back. why does this man have to change his name every five seconds. whos morgoth?“ and so on#like i especially remember going “why is anglachel/gurthang like...evil. yeah you said this guy who made em is 'the dark elf' but what does#..“does that actually mean? he could just be goth i dont fucking know why we don't like him” and reading it now i was like Oh. Haha. Fuck.#i think its funny the main thing i remembered was being like “damn i love beleg and mablung”. past aimenel knew what was up#unrelated the hunting of the wolf was metal as fuck?????#i say that like it doesn't apply to so much in the silm but like. bro#i thought the whole “of beren and luthien” chapter was gonna be kinda boring bc i knew about most of the main stuff that happens already but#i was actually getting back into it all as i was reading#its weird i thought the audiobook would help but i think it was too slow#bc i had like ~8 hours left but reading it myself it took nowhere near that#i like hearing how people read for different characters and stuff and also i like knowing how things are pronounced bc even with the..#basic pronunciation thing in the back i still definitely fumble some names when i read them in my head lol. thinking about how many..#...different ways ive heard Eärendil for instance#or like not knowing for YEARS that dh is th.#dont get me started on how fucked up i probably read anything thats in there in adunaic#butchering every name in the akallabeth speedrun any%
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jealousy, jealousy, skz
✧ pairing 0t8 x gn!reader
✧ genre/tw fluff!!! disgusting beautiful fluff, the tiniest smidgeon of angst… jealousy (obvs), just boys being cute and whiny lol
✧ w/c 2262 (around 250 each)
✧ a/n literally stayed up all night writing this lmao, hope you like it <333
Chan: So jealous immediately. I think he feels a lot of ownership over the people he loves, not in a weird toxic way, more like ‘these are my people and I'm going to love and protect them’ way, so when anybody looks or speaks to you in flirty ways, he gets uncomfortable really fast. Tries so hard not to make it noticeable or jeopardize your good mood, but is actually so upset about the situation it’s hard to hide. His body language changes right away, all of his easy posture and quick laughs disappear and all that’s left is little smiles and taut muscles. It has less to do with someone thinking his s/o is pretty and more to do with not knowing if the person is dangerous or not, and worrying for your physical and emotional safety–last thing he wants is for you to be hurt in any way, and having someone blatantly look at you reminds him that truly anything can happen :( I don’t think he could be jealous of the Kids at all, they’re literally his children like what are they gonna do? Thinks it's so cute when they hug you or ask for help with something, and wants more than anything for you to get along, so he’s only happy when you do. Only tells you he was jealous when you’re alone laying in bed at night, talking about anything and everything and admitting to be upset about the whole experience. Genuinely so confused when you tell him you know, and never learns that he is so obvious with his emotions–whether positive or negative.
Minho: Honestly, I don’t think he really does get jealous… He seems so secure to me that I feel like it wouldn’t even cross his mind to get upset, actually likes it a little–you’re beautiful and you’re his and he’s proud of that. Except for if it’s one of the other boys, then suddenly very annoyed and possessive haha. Not that he thinks any of them would actually do anything with you, but I think it just hits closer to home–like they could. He is a little mean about it at first, but it quickly becomes sulking, like a child not getting enough attention. His hold on your thigh gets tighter and his fingers wound with yours start pressing in more so it hurts a little, I can see him spacing out a little too–inwardly thinking about all the reasons the person thinks what they’re doing is alright. Most of the time, the boys aren’t doing anything, but something specific they do or say triggers the jealousy and won’t go away. He’s a boy who won’t come clean right away (even though you know exactly what’s happening), instead he waits till you go to bed to press himself on top of you and whine about how rude it was that they were flirting with you (they were not). Needs endless validation and physical reminders of your love for him before he goes back to being himself. Always acts like it didn’t happen in the morning and will laugh at you for thinking it was possible he could have felt that way, while having admitted to it 9 hours before.
Changbin: Very, very cute about his jealousy. Would never mention that it bothers him, wouldn’t point out someone’s stares or ask you to change anything about yourself to garner less attention. Is so proud of his little baby being so pretty they get noticed, but that doesn’t take away the fact that people shouldn’t come up to you. His jealousy would be so specific, he wouldn’t really care if it was just stares or people checking you out, but as soon as someone tries to make a move he is seething. Stares them up and down and looks so intimidating that even you are a little shocked, keeps this attitude until you leave and then needs to be coddled and loved until he will be back to normal. Loves how close to the boys you are but hates how that means he has to share you, he loves being the only one to know special things about you and gets grumpy so quick when he realizes other people know things too. Becomes so, so, so clingy when he’s jealous–hands never leaving your skin, not even for a second. His a million kisses a day becomes two million and he will be stitched to your side. Needs at least a two week recovery period where he is babied and taken care of before he can get over the silly feelings and remember how in love you are. Will not admit to it ever, it could be years in the future and he’d still say you didn’t know what you were talking about. Tries to act so tough, but is really just the sweetest boy to ever exist.
Hyunjin: Gets jealous over silly things and will make it your problem; most of the times it's just a joke, something to get you to fawn all over him and kiss him a dozen times. But because of this, it’s hard to tell when he really is jealous, characterized by melodrama and many questions asking if you’ve ever thought about not being with him come out after someone shoots their shot with you and fails. He is such a romantic that his s/o not being as fully in as he is would be something that would really worry him. Most of the time he can see how in love you are and recognize how strong your relationship is, but as soon as there is someone getting in the way of that it would be hard for him to ignore. I can’t see him getting too jealous over the boys, but would improvise drama level monologues of jealousy if he sees you sitting a little close to one of them on the sofa. One of the only boys where I think he would try to make it up to you, while the others may need comfort from their s/o, I think Hyunjin would feel guilty for second-guessing your relationship even if it was a completely normal emotion he felt toward it. Gives slow kisses and soft sorry’s for hours before he can listen to you tell him why you’re not mad. Loves so hard and so well that jealousy is such a malignant feeling to him, that he would try to separate himself and your relationship from it as soon as he could.
Han: Truly his worst nightmare. He would be such a cozy, sweet, domestic partner that it would probably be pretty rare to go out somewhere instead of staying in, and his mood would be demolished so fast if someone was looking at you or hitting on you in any way. Overthinking and anxiety flow as soon as he notices, and really needs to work his way up to confronting the situation. I believe he would succumb to his thoughts a little and need a lot of comfort from you to feel better about it. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, or think anything could ever happen, but it’s such a reminder of the uncertainty that life brings that it makes him sad. Another one who wouldn’t really get jealous around the boys, but there are specific situations that would bring him down a little–like say you shared a snack with Hyunjin or watched his favorite movie with Seungmin, he is about to become a murderer. Just couldn’t take you doing any casually domestic activity with anyone else that it would annoy him to see it happen. Will be in desperate need of kisses and cuddles to make him feel better, but if he is jealous enough he may pretend like he doesn’t want any just so you could insist and unconsciously give him that validation that he needs. Demands at least two days of pure movie time with you to feel fully back to normal, and will in fact throw a fit if those needs are not met. He is just a sweet, pouty baby normally so it’s not surprising that under the right conditions these traits get magnified tenfold, but it’s okay because he’s so cute.
Felix: About to cry fr. I feel like he doesn’t like feeling any negative emotions associated with you, so when he does it hurts him beyond belief. Trusts you with his life, but as soon as he hears someone hitting on you he gets so sad. Hates that other people can talk to you lol, would rather the only people you speak to be your friends, his friends and your loved ones. He’s not possessive at all, but I do think he genuinely worries about people speaking to you and hurting your feelings or making you uncomfortable, so with the jealousy he is also just so concerned about the person's intentions. Sometimes I think he’d get really mad too, he is such a lovey person that there is no world in which everyone in the area doesn’t know he’s your boyfriend, so when anyone comes up to you he would also be confused at why they thought that was okay. Somehow gets even closer to you; fully wrapped around your bones like a secondskin, walking everywhere with you like you’re doing a three-legged race, a million kisses pressed everywhere his eyes can see. I don’t think he would get jealous about one of the boys being too close to you, he loves you all so much and trusts everyone that it wouldn’t even cross his mind to be jealous about it unless he was making a joke. He is definitely the fastest of all the boys to admit to it, he is so emotionally intelligent and kind that he’d let you know as soon as he felt it was a good time. In conclusion, he is a precious angel and we all know it.
Seungmin: Genuinely the most annoying little gremlin. Turns it on you immediately as if somehow you asked the person to keep sneaking peeks at you. Literally starts making fun of you, mockingly saying ‘wow you’re sooo pretty’ to cover up how upset he actually is about it. I feel like he gets confused when other people find you attractive, not because you’re not, but because you’re his and he just doesn’t think anyone should be looking at you for too long. Will not listen to you that maybe if he actually acted like your boyfriend in public people wouldn’t hit on you haha, he doesn’t see how never touching you and constantly teasing you doesn’t read boyfriend. If it’s one of the boys he’s jealous of and not just some rando, god save them; the meanest glares and most biting jokes he can come up with. Fronts so much in public, but as soon as you’re behind doors he is all over you–kisses all over and a dozen reminders about how much he loves you. Laughs in your face when you ask him if he was jealous, ‘do you want me to be?’ with the biggest side eye. Although I do think he is secretly a huge sap when it comes to his s/o, and will not accept you thinking he doesn’t care even if pretends he doesn’t, so apologizes really quickly if he sees you getting hurt by the nonchalance. Even though he won’t admit to it for at least a week, (everyone knows he was upset about it), he’s taking that to his grave–at least until you look at him for a little too long and he gets freaked out and cops to it lmao.
Jeongin: The fussiest little baby. Like seriously, pouting/stomping feet/crocodile tears fussy baby. See’s someone looking at you at a coffee shop and immediately begins overthinking: ‘do they like them?’ ‘Is that person cuter than me?’ ‘They know we’re a couple right? Right?!’ This all happens in a series of five minutes. Now, he isn’t the most touchy in public–mostly just a hand on your back or fingers intertwined in your pocket, but it should be obvious enough that you’re there together. Immediately stares at the person, all while pretending he isn’t upset, but you can tell right away. For one, the hand on your back suddenly wraps around your tummy to press your back against his front and his head leans down to curl into your neck. Secondly, and most importantly he starts whining about how pretty you are. Not in a cutesy way, like he’s genuinely frustrated that you’re good looking, so pretty that other people notice it too. His bottom lip is jutted out and his eyes are so wide, and you just know. You won’t say anything until you get home for fear of embarrassing him, but he’s noticeably more touchy throughout the day; holding you to him around the boys and glaring at any stranger who looks at you too long. Gets jealous even faster if it's about one of the Kids, has no idea why Chan would be talking to you that long and tries to will him away with his mind–is so embarrassed when you tell him what you were really talking about lol because it was definitely him. When you finally ask him about it later he’ll laugh and act like you’re crazy, as if he hadn’t been acting like a lunatic all day, until apologizing and yelling at you for being too beautiful. All in all very cute and pouty and very charming <3
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#skz#stray kids#skz x reader#skz scenarios#stray kids x reader#chan x reader#lee know x reader#changbin x reader#hyunjin x reader#han x reader#felix x reader#seungmin x reader#i.n x reader#skz fluff#stray kids fluff
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DTF Only (Let's Experiment) - connie springer x reader 18+
pairing: Connie Springer x afab! Reader
summary: Connie invites you to a kick-back for some playtime ;)
word count: 3500+
notes: Part 4 of DTF Only. My first piece with Connie, don't know what took me so long to write for him because this was more fun than I thought ! I need to write more of him. (Indented text refers to Reader's messages). Thank you to those who gave me ideas of what kind of tattoos Connie would have on this post. I appreciate the inspo! warnings: smut, explicit content, explicit language, handjobs, vaginal sex
☻ masterpost☻
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ !!
You declined Reiner’s offer to stay over. He was still kind of enough to drive you home afterwards. While you had fun with him, you didn’t want to make it awkward for him when he had to check out of the hotel.
Exhausted, you collapse onto your bed after your nighttime routine, reopening Tinder before you go to sleep.
A new message from another match came through a few hours earlier.
Hey there!!!!!
What’s up? Wanna hang?
Tapping on Connie’s profile, you see that he’s currently active.
The enthusiasm is nice, but you take the time to assess his profile and pictures like you did with Reiner and Porco.
Light brown hair, kept on the shorter side, cartilage piercings on one ear, and as seen in every photo, a tattoos along his arm. You can’t make out what they are, however. He’s another cutie. You always knew you had good taste as far looks go.
Judging from the pictures, he’s a musician, whether professional or amateur, you don’t know, seated behind a drum set with a video of him in action. The clashing of symbols and beating of drums echo loudly in your room and you can tell he’s got a lot of energy. He’s twenty-eight, so that could explain the spunk.
Switching over to his bio, you laugh.
Drummer 🥁 420 friendly
5’9”, sorry ladies, but God put the extra inches elsewhere 😉
Hey Connie
In bed but would like to hang out some time
Free this week?
Hey!!! I’m free rn!!!
I’m a great cuddler 😉
Good to know lol
Jk
You doing anything tomorrow night?
My friend is hosting a kick-back, come by!
A party? On a Tuesday night? Connie’s friends must be an interesting bunch.
Haha kinda
My friends have weird schedules, so we end up meeting randomly during the week
A couple people, nothing wild, what do you say?
Be my guest? 😁
You see no harm in it, and if you do end up sleeping with Connie, there’s a guarantee that you’ll have a room.
Yesssss!!!!
It starts at 7:30p
Here’s my number btw, I can send you the address through there.
You debate whether you want to exchange numbers right away.
Alright, just sent you a text.
Connie abandons the conversation on Tinder, replying via his number.
Nice! Can’t wait to meet you
Anyways…what’re you wearing to bed?
Good night
…
You can hear the music playing faintly on the other side of the door, so you ring the doorbell after knocking to ensure that someone will answer.
It swings open a minute later, and you’re met with a confused looking man with blond hair.
I can never escape the blond men, you muse, straining a smile.
“Hi…” Your eyes peek over the man’s frame for any sign of Connie. “Connie invited me.”
He tilts his head, thinking for a moment when it clicks. “Oh! Oh, yeah, he said you’re coming.” He says your name and you confirm with a nod. “Cool, come inside—”
“Is she here?” a voice rings out, an octave higher than the music.
Connie sidles to the blond man, skidding to a stop like an eager dog, greeting you. “Hi! Thanks for coming by! Come in, come in, this is Niccolo by the way, it's his house.”
You and Niccolo exchange an awkward wave as you step inside, allowing Connie to slide his arm along your shoulders.
In person, his hair is a little longer, on the scruffy side; you think it suits him best, and up close you get a better look at the piercings on his ear. He’s got a total of three. He’s wearing a long-sleeve, flannel overshirt, so his tattoos are hidden from view, however you notice a small smiley tattoo peeking behind the shell of his ear.
And as he eagerly leads you through the home, asking in earnest about your day, practically skipping at your side, you’re endeared by him. He’s really cute.
The kick-back is mainly in the living room, although you did see a couple of people trickle in and out of the kitchen. Connie reels you over to the couch where a small group of friends are mingling.
“Guess who’s here in the flesh!” Connie calls their attention, squeezing your shoulder with excitement. He introduces you to each friend.
“Onyankopon,” Connie says.
You take the friendly man’s hand, recognizing him in at least one of Connie’s pictures. “Hi.”
He smiles. “Good to meet you. Connie’s been excited all night.”
“Has he?” You look to the man at your side.
Connie beams with an affirmative nod, and you breathe a laugh at that.
“Same here,” you say.
“That’s Sasha and that’s Yelena.” Connie points to two women, rolling up a spliff. “Sasha’s Niccolo’s sweetheart.” Connie lowers his voice to your ear, like it’s a secret. “And over here…”
You’re paraded around like a shiny, new toy, but you can tell it’s well-meaning. As for his friends, they’re all friendly, seizing a chance at small talk with you before Connie intervenes to introduce you to more people.
From the amount of guests, you met within the first hour, you gathered that Connie’s a popular guy, and it’s easy to see why.
He’s so friendly with everyone, eager to have you feel welcomed that you’re content just being there. But you’d be remiss to say that you didn’t want to see more of him in private.
“You’re really cute by the way,” Connie says as you both take a seat on the couch. “I told everyone that you were.”
“Thanks, Connie,” you say. “How do you know everyone?”
Sasha hands Connie the rolled spliff. He digs into the pocket of his jeans to light the end.
“Would you like a hit?” he asks. You let him know you’ll take one later, and he explains that he and Sasha have been friends since high school and that when she started dating Niccolo, he and Onyankopon needed a drummer for their band.
“We mainly play at bars for now,” Onyankopon supplies.
Connie nods after he takes a long pull. “Most of us work during the day so it works out best for us.”
“You ever date a musician before?” Sasha pipes up.
You look to Connie with a grin. “Never have.”
“Well, aren’t you lucky to have matched with Connie,” Niccolo laughs.
“I think so too,” you confirm, admiring Connie’s features. While not a typical date, you’re fine with the laid-back environment.
“Drummers are the best kinds to date.” Connie throws in. “We have the most energy, on and off the stage.” His brows wiggle.
The chemistry is so natural, it flows between you both.
“I want to witness more of the off-stage energy.”
Connie bites his lip, scooting closer.
Your knees bump. Connie stretches an arm, lacking any subtlety, a gesture ripped from a teen movie. He feigns a yawn, hand coming around, stopping short above your breast.
Without preamble, your hand slides into his thigh.
Connie stiffens, coughing up smoke into his elbow. The whole room watches him with amusement, and you snatch up the spliff to take a long pull.
“You good there, Connie?” you ask, innocuous, letting the smoke escape your lips in a stream.
Connie clears his throat. “Uh huh.”
Tilting your head, you give him a playful look. “You sure?”
“He’s got an erection,” Niccolo points out with a snort.
The others exchange humored looks but don’t tease poor Connie further.
You, on the other hand can’t help yourself, bringing the end of the spliff to Connie’s lips.
For a moment, he’s taken aback, still distracted with the frustration between his legs. When he notices you’ve leaned closer, he bites the end of the spliff, taking a drag, eyes glued to yours.
You both smile, reading the others’ mind, inching closer together. You open your mouth to meet his, accepting the stream of smoke and the slide of Connie’s tongue.
It's soft, something you didn’t expect. For a moment, you’re lost in the feel of his lips, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth, sampling each other’s taste. Your hand sinks deeper between his legs, brushing against a bulge tightening underneath his jeans the same time fingers trail downwards, ghosting your breast.
Someone clears their throat.
You and Connie freeze, open mouths awkwardly hovering each other’s, both turning.
Niccolò and Onyankopon share knowing looks, and it’s the former who shakes his head at Connie.
Connie pulls away suddenly, releasing a relaxed laugh. “Oh, um…” He reaches for your hand on his lap. “I…I wanted to show you something…”
Along with Niccolò and Onyankopon, you stifle your laughter at Connie’s attempt at being slick. But you humor him anyways.
“Oh, uh huh?”
Connie nods, getting to his feet, a grin splitting his mouth. “Yeah…it’s upstairs.” He tugs your hand.
This time you can’t hold back your amusement. “Okay, show me what it is upstairs.”
Connie’s smile broadens, squeezing your hand that your pulse hitches. He drags you off.
“Connie—please don’t make a mess—”
You hear Niccolo’s voice ring out, but there’s a tone of defeat there, and you throw a brief look over your shoulder as an apology ahead of time.
Upstairs, it’s quiet, not a soul around. Connie rushes towards the nearest door by the second-floor landing and enters like it’s somewhere he’s been many times before.
The door clicks shut, you and Connie are on each other, lips and teeth clashing, roaming hands like teenagers.
Clothes fall away in a tornado. Moans echo between breathless kisses.
Connie reels back first, hands on your shoulders. His gaze drags up and down your nude body.
“Shit.” He nods again more eagerly. “You’re really something. Fucking smoke show.”
You had taken the chance to admire his body as well. Strong, lean arms, muscles flexing with every movement, and you’re finally graced with a look of his mysterious tattoos on his arm.
They vary in size, but nothing too big. A magic eight-ball, a cassette tape, some odd, geometric shape, spaced around his shoulder. A spade, a melting ice cream cone, a drum—Hello Kitty...littered along his bicep.
Trailing your hands along it, you tilt your head, curious. “What’s the story behind this one?”
Connie hitches a laugh. “No real story just got it after a gig one night. Tattoo artist said she’d do it for free if I let her pick. Most of these I got at random.”
On his forearm, there’s a larger tattoo of a bull, detailed with a backdrop of a crescent moon and toadstools. “A bull?”
Connie hums. “Yeah, I’m a Taurus, and I like that zodiac stuff. Plus, I’m strong like a bull.” On cue, he flexes his forearm, and you feel the muscle tighten at your fingertips.
“I like it.” Your eyes drift from his arm to the rest of his body.
A lean torso, rising and falling with quick breaths, a toned stomach that plunges into a deep V, his dick swings, happy, erect, and inviting.
You reach for it.
Connie bristles at the contact, grinning as you stroke the shaft. Together you watch his dick twitch as you brush the tip with your thumb.
“Ooohh, that’s the spot…” He shivers. “You’re gonna make me go apeshit before I get a chance to fuck you, huh?” Peering up, he wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort.
He’s so lighthearted, it’s refreshing. Of course, you don’t mind seduction, the mind fuck, or even shameless vulgarity. But sex should be fun too. Connie’s just eager to get laid, and you can’t fault him for being open and honest about that.
He steps closer, chasing after your touch for more stimulation. “Keep going. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for your pussy—respectfully.” He adds the last part with a grin.
And you continue to stroke him, hand moving in stride as he approaches you, taking your face in his hands.
Leaning his head down, he whispers into your lips. “You know how to make a guy feel…”
His tongue slides past, moving along yours in an uneven rhythm. You both laugh, trying again, but it remains sloppy and frivolous that you don’t complain.
He makes light of it with his everlasting humor. “Making out with someone new can be a little trial and error, but we improvise…” He groans again, lifting his chin, head thrown back.
You’ve picked up the pace, thumbing the tip of his dick with more pressure, precum dribbles into your fist. “Does this feel nice, Connie?”
“Real nice…your hand is so soft…”
You stroke him for another minute, exchanging more heated kisses. His hands travel to your chest, palming your breasts, and swirling his thumbs around your nipples.
You whimper, sensitive to the touch, inhaling Connie’s chuckle.
“Someone likes it when I do this, eh?” His thumbs move faster, orbiting your nipples. He pinches one, pleasure radiating to your center.
“Connie…”
He pulls away, taking your wrist to stop you. Most of the color in his eyes have been swallowed by his pupils. “I want to try something. Alright with you if we experiment?”
Your brows furrow. With the warm throb between your legs, however, you nod.
Connie’s smile brightens like a Christmas tree. With your wrist in his hand, he leads you to the bed.
You settle your knees onto the mattress, inwardly apologizing to Niccolo for what you and Connie are about to do.
Before he joins you on the bed, Connie’s eyes go blank. He spins around, crouching to fish through his discarded jeans. He pulls out a condom.
“Safety first. But if you want to raw-dog it…”
You smile, shaking your head. “Safety first.”
Connie’s quick with the condom, rolling it down his shaft and hopping on the bed, rolling back on his haunches. “Okay, this position I want to try out is a little unorthodox.”
You frown. “Go on…”
Connie falls back, catching himself on his elbows. He gestures you to come closer. “Now first, lay on top of me, on your back.”
Sliding over, your legs crawl atop his, your center dampening as you nudge his dick. Head nestled below his chin, you crane a look up. “Okay…”
“This is the unorthodox part.” Connie’s hands roam to your side, lifting you up. “I want you to hold yourself up on your arms with your back arched, kind of like you’re draping over me.”
You lift off his chest, but pause, trying to grasp what he wants you to do. Arched back? Draped? An image pops into your brain and you lift your body off Connie’s, arms rooting on either side of him. You bow your back in a backwards arch, head hanging.
“Like this?” You strain to say, arms trembling. He’s right this is an unorthodox position.
“Just like that. Now…I’m going to fuck into you this way. Okay?”
“Uh…okay.”
The bedsheets rustle beneath you, fingers tickling your sides, you almost fall.
“Whoa, I got you.” Connie’s hands stabilize you. “Alright. You look fucking great like this by the way.”
The drag of his dick along your pussy catches you off guard. You flinch a little, hips bucking up.
“Baby don’t run from it.” Connie’s whine softens with laughter. “It just needs a special kind of hug…” A nudge punctuates along your folds.
You smile up at the ceiling, steadying your legs to give Connie better access. “Right, sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for.” Connie lines up again, hands grasping onto your ribcage. “It’ll feel good, scout’s honor!”
His dick rubs along your pussy, gathering the slick drooling down your thighs. He grunts beneath you, the tip of his dick twitches, and you know he can’t stave off for much longer. To be fair, neither can you, not in the position he has you in.
Connie manages to hold you up without so much strain, you’re unable to hold back your surprise. He wasn’t kidding when he said he had the strength of a bull.
“You’re really strong.”
You catch the hearty, earnest laugh behind you, shivering from the tip of his dick lining up with your entrance.
“Thanks! If you’re impressed with that, baby, you’ll love my stamina. You ready?”
Although your head hangs backwards, you manage a meager nod. “Uh huh.”
Connie lifts his hips up, pushing into your pussy in a slow, deep stroke.
It’s an odd feeling, like you’ve gotten impaled, but you like it… And because you can’t watch his dick go in, you focus on the sensation of being filled. He pulls out and repeats the action, a gradual build for you to acclimate to this position.
“What do you think of that, eh?”
Eyes trained on the ceiling, you wish you could get a better look at Connie’s face, laughing at the humor in his voice, his playful spunk turning you on more than you imagined it would.
“It’s a new angle for me, Connie,” you grunt when he thrusts deeper. “Time to show off that stamina.”
Hands dig into the arch of your back to keep you steady. “Say less, beautiful!”
He thrusts up, hips smacking against your ass.
You feel him deeper, fucking into you with stride, projecting a low moan to fall with your head thrown back. Blood rushes to your head, but you don’t notice the discomfort, pussy throbbing, fluttering around Connie’s dick.
“Shiiiiiiiit—you feel fucking—wonderful—” Connie grunts between each snap of his hips. “So warm—so tight—”
His hips clap against your ass, bouncing off the walls. You arch your back further, adjusting your position a bit to lower yourself to Connie’s cock without seating on him entirely.
“Ooooooh! Even better!” Connie rasps, picking up the pace.
His grip tightens at your sides with bruising pressure, but you don’t mind it, relishing in the way his cock drives deeper into you; the tip prodding the spongy spot inside.
You shut your eyes, only aware of the way Connie fucks into you over and over again, sparks of pleasure burning warmer with each thrust.
“Fuck…Connie…” Your moan is heavy with passion. Goosebumps prick your scorching skin as you feel your body foreshadowing your release.
“Ha—I’m loving this too, baby.”
Your thighs spread apart, wanting to pull him in more if it’s possible. Oh! From the way your pussy flutters around Connie’s dick, it’s very possible.
You wonder if you look as sexy as you feel. Hardened nipples facing the ceiling, back bowed in a deep arch, flexing the column of your throat, every gasp falling out like a waterfall. It’s amazing what shapes the body can take, enticing to know the various positions that offer pleasure.
Connie makes good on that stamina. The momentum builds and you want it to last for as long as possible, despite the dizziness in your head. For a while, you don’t notice anything except Connie fucking into you, the fullness of his length stretching you out. Every muscle in your body works to keep you steady, but you tend to skip arm day at the gym, therefore you’re not that strong. Your arms tremble. You claw at the sheets to help anchor you in place.
“Feeling sore?” Connie rasps.
“A little, my arms are getting tired.”
Connie offers you a solution. “It’s okay, let yourself fall to my chest—I’ll take care of the rest.” He continues to fuck you while you decide.
“Ah—are you—sure?” Words strain in your throat.
“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes. “Lay on my chest, I got you, it’ll feel just as good.”
You don’t hesitate, one wobbly arm after the other, your back lands on Connie’s chest, resting your head on his shoulder. Your muscles go lax in relief.
Connie kisses your sweaty temple, snaking his arms around you. He lines his dick against your folds again, pushing back inside in a deep thrust.
Connie gropes your breast, thumb swiping against the hardened nipple.
You inhale, chest ballooning.
The stimulation does not end there. Connie’s other hand finds your apex, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit as he fucks into you.
“See, told you I’d take care of the rest,” Connie breathes into your hairline, voice ragged.
“Connie…don’t stop.” You wrap your hand around his, urging him to rub your clit faster.
He gets the hint, and your climax is close, so close, you grab onto Connie’s arm at your chest, driving your nails into his skin.
Laughter rumbles in Connie’s chest. “Someone’s almost there, huh? Fuck—me too.” His hips snap up, desperate.
“Connie—I’m gonna—” You throw your head back, cutting yourself short, pulsing and cumming on Connie’s cock.
“Shit, that was fucking hot.” Connie hugs you to his chest, fucking into you with more purpose. “I’m about to nut—your pussy feels so fucking good.”
His sloppy rhythm becomes pointed with quick, sharp bucks of his hips. You hear the deep moan pouring out of his mouth, he lifts your bodies off the mattress, wanting to reach the heavens as he orgasms.
The room falls quiet, save for the heavy breathing against your ear. Connie’s dick stutters inside of you and you both stay like that for a moment. Your back glued to his sticky chest, ass and pussy held in the air by Connie’s hips.
When his cock softens, he slips out, a pair of hips collapses onto poor Niccolò’s bed.
Connie blows out a sigh, warm breath fanning your hair. “Shit…oh shit…” He swallows, rubbing his hands along your arms lazily. “That was hella fun. What’d you think, beautiful? If you liked that, I have another position we can try out.”
You heave a tired laugh, but you’re not against the idea. Maybe another time.
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experi-meant to be ⋆ park wonbin
pairing: wonbin x gn reader
tags/warnings: fluff, cursing, college au, laboratory environment, one mention of baking, 1600 words
a/n: i meant to publish this on valentine’s day since i had lab that day but i never finished it lol. there’s some microbio lab procedure jargon so like this is what streaking plates is if you want a visual lmfaoao. this is my first published work in like three years it feels weird haha + i might change my layout/header for fics but for now i’ll keep the same layout i've had for past fics
wonbin believes U are the uracil to his adenine—you should always be paired together.
| seunghan: dude
| seunghan: lowkey i can’t come to lab bc my car won’t fucking start so i’ll have to make it up next week :\ but taehyun and his partner would probably be willing to help you out with calculations and clean up hopefully
Wonbin pants heading up the stairs into the classroom lab, cheeks immediately pink as he’s made a spectacle amongst everyone already sitting and tuned into the TA’s pre-lab lesson. Sighing as he processes Seunghan’s text, Wonbin turns to the drawing of bacterial growth curves on the whiteboard but is soon after preoccupied with the fact that there is no Taehyun on a stool. There’s just your backside entirely in front of him.
Taehyun is one to set up all his materials before the TA even steps foot through the lab door so if he isn’t here now then that means—
“Guess you’re stuck with me for today.”
Wonbin tries to swallow but it gets stuck halfway down his throat and is about to go into a choke type cough frenzy when he surprises himself and softly clears his throat instead. His thoughts are all just stuck there—in the middle of his esophagus, begging for them to travel back up to his brain so he has enough stamina to stick it through the four hour class.
“No hate to him because Taehyunnie’s a tad faster at getting through the steps, so you know, we’re usually out thirty minutes early, but I can promise you I’m better at calculations. And I’m more precise with measurements,” you let out a small giggle before setting your backpack on the floor next to Wonbin’s.
The commotion of pipettes being thrown onto the surface, glass tubes clinking, and sneakers squeaking rushing to obtain their samples is right away drowned out in Wonbin’s ears by the sight of you perched atop the stool a mere few inches away from him. He tries to keep his chest from heaving at bay by taking his notebook out of his backpack and reviewing the method for today’s class. The solution is only short lived though, promptly taking notice of how you gather materials from the drawer while simultaneously reading through your own notebook.
Every Tuesday and Thursday, Wonbin assumes his seat in the third to last row of his Virology lecture, close enough to the door that he can be among the first to leave as soon as “see you guys next time” leaves Professor Choi’s lips. He longs for the day (ideally it would be quite before the last week of classes but realistically that’s the best he has to offer for now) that he musters up just the slightest bit of courage to join you and Taehyun in the second row, where Seunghan also occasionally accompanies you two. It’s only the third week of this semester, but perhaps the sixth course of his over the past three years Wonbin’s seen you in. From Biochemistry to Rhetoric 2, he has never taken place at a desk next to yours.
Wonbin’s always aching to know how you’d answer everything he could ever ask you, be it the attendance quiz question or your weekend plans—what time you usually roll out of bed, whether or not you stroll to the local farmer’s market near campus, if you’re spending Saturday with a special someone. He needs to hear you laugh at Taehyun’s cynicism about college. He needs to hear it up close, not having to strain his ear when he’s fifteen rows behind when you crack up at your friend during the five minute break Professor Choi gives the class.
But Wonbin will take what he can get for now, and if that’s helping you fulfill your wish of completing the lab procedure as quickly as possible, he’ll do it.
“I can do the calculations for us,” you begin, “would you mind getting our mutant strains at the front of the class and streak the Petri dishes?”
Wonbin nods almost too enthusiastically and curses at himself for seeming embarrassingly desperate in front of you. Sure, he’d like to muster up the courage to ask you out, but today he’ll try to take it one step at a time.
When Wonbin returns with new plates to grow your bacteria on and two tubes filled with your bacterial strains, you scoot your chair closer to his to later show the finished calculations. He catches a whiff of your light perfume and almost falls out of his own chair.
As he’s setting up the Bunsen burner for sterilization, you chuckle, “you know the real reason Taehyun’s not here today is because he left town last night to get a head start on the extravagant romantic weekend he has planned with Gaeul.”
“If there’s one way to use our one free unexcused absence, that’ll do it,” Wonbin replies.
“Do you have any plans for Valentine’s Day, Wonbin? I mean if you did I just hope you wouldn’t leave me early like Taehyun did,” your eyes meet his for a brief second before flitting back to your notebook.
Wonbin’s grip on the matchstick to light the burner loosens. He just barely catches himself before the match could fall from his hand onto the lab bench. What he needed to get a grip on was his fucking sanity—he almost set the classroom on fire because his heart instead is aflame for yours.
Taking a breath, Wonbin exhales when the flame turns to blue, finally lighting the Bunsen burner.
“Nope, no plans,” he briefly turns to you. There’s a beat and he considers that asking you back would seem too forward, but he does it anyway.
Upon seeing your grin before you open your mouth, he turns his attention right back to the tubes and plates in front of him.
It’s so over.
For a second Wonbin’s relieved, because he thinks he can actually get through the next two hours without overthinking his micro movements in front of you. Now that it’s over for him, maybe he can actually pay attention to the way the metal loop he’s holding makes contact with the jelly-like agar inside the plastic plate and not disappoint Seunghan with the results. However, it’s not realistic because even still, Wonbin takes note of all your beauty and remains completely bewitched.
“Honestly I wish...I mean Minjeong, Yunjin and I are gonna do a rom-com binge and bake desserts…but you know…not any plans with someone like that…”
Your temporary lab partner tries to hide his smile and nods silently as he continues switching between spreading bacteria on the plate with the metal loop and then sterilizing the loop in the blue flame.
The rest of lab goes smoothly as Wonbin tries to quell the embers within him for the time remaining. There’s forty minutes left but technically to you Wonbin knows time is dashing away and it should feel like there’s what but only ten minutes left to do everything. Your pair was a few steps ahead of the others, just like how it would be when Taehyun accompanied you every week.
Wonbin has been psyching himself up the past two hours to finally ask you out but currently he’s stuck in his head and just can’t seem to get it out. Does he chase you after you’ve stepped foot out of the lab or should he leave you be? Or maybe he can try next week. He’ll keep telling himself that until there’s one day of instruction left and then he won’t see you for three months and then he’ll lament the entire summer to Seunghan that he didn’t say shit.
He can do that…or just rip the bandage off at an agonizing speed.
The last Petri dish that Wonbin holds is being wrapped in parafilm to prevent contamination. He’d been going through the motions of the procedure while simultaneously not paying attention to his surroundings, at his own self’s behest. You’ve already cleaned the entire lab bench and he doesn’t notice until he hears “see you in Virology,” and suddenly you’re slinging your backpack over your shoulder.
It’s now or next week…or never—wait you know that Wonbin’s in your Virology class? What you said is ringing in his ears and it hits him all at once.
Petri dishes in hand and turning around, Wonbin freezes in his tracks.
“Um…”
Your eyebrows furrow.
“Do you want to hang out tomorrow?” his own mouth betrays him and suddenly it’s all coming out much too quickly for his liking.
You’re about to answer but before you can even get a word in, “I-I don’t mean to interfere with your plans with your friends but uh, if you wanted to do something like that I’m down.”
Your lips press into a line and Wonbin is about to pass out from the threatening fluorescent classroom lights.
“Park Wonbin…are you asking me out on a date?” He can practically feel his sweat melting the parafilm tape off and a vision of him dropping the Petri dishes in front of you, cracking open and shattering, exposing E.coli to everyone in the room flashes before him. He blinks once and calms his vice grip on the plates.
“Yes. Yes I am asking you out on a date,” Wonbin looks down at your sneakers, not knowing where else to shift his gaze to.
“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you smirk, slinging the other strap of your backpack over your other shoulder and saluting.
Park Wonbin swears his heart is on fire and does a backflip off a fifty foot cliff. A curve forming on his lips, he smiles slightly waving with the plates still in his hand, “see ya…”
You halt your forward movement and turn back around, “Wonbin?” he perks up again, “you should sit next to me in lecture on Tuesday.”
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seeing a cute boy outside of a restaurant at night
Johan Seong x F!Reader (foreigner)
A/N: I haven’t written in so long and this is the first thing I’ve ever written for Lookism, so I’m nervous lol. The reader in this is described to be a foreigner, but I don’t describe what she looks like, so I hope that’s okay. She’s based off of one of my Lookism OCs but I thought it’d be better to write it as a Reader instead. I also won’t be using (Y/N) or anything like that bc I think it takes away from the flow of the writing/dialogue. Also, I think this takes place a little after the God Dog arc where Johan’s on his own again.
It’s not really romantic in this, but I’m thinking of making this a sort of series of one shots with this Reader specifically. Please lmk if Johan is OOC, bc I’m not confident in writing him haha. Anyways, hope you enjoy! c:
The nights are still cold at this time of year in Seoul. Not that you can really feel it at this point from where you are, starting the process of cleaning up and closing the restaurant. After having been cooped up in the small kitchen in the back of the hole-in-the-wall building you work at, finally done cooking after several hours, the space is well and truly stuffy by now. You were even a bit sweaty, in contrast to the people you can see pass by the windows outside that are trying to stay bundled up against the wind chill.
“Alright,” your boss walks into the back to join you, “you’ve been holed up in here long enough, I’ll take care of this. You go deal with the front.”
As if it’s ingrained in his mind as instinct, he swats at your back with the hand towel he grabs before you can protest that you can do it yourself and he should rest. You laugh slightly at the older man, deciding that you’re too tired anyway to argue with him right now.
You leave behind what you were working on to go out into the front of house in order to count down the register and go about cleaning and packing up the floors and tables. You work silently, comforted by the sound of your boss cleaning in the back and the distant hum of life filtering in from behind the windows and locked door.
“Mr. Terrence,” you call as you walk toward the back doors, “I’ll take the trash out now.”
“Thanks, kid.” He replies as you grab the black bags in both hands.
It’s as you walk outside, hit by the cold and slightly regretting not grabbing your jacket first, that you see him. A slim, brown-haired boy sitting by the mouth of the alley between your workplace and the building next door. He’s curled up like he’s trying to hide, in a way, with his knees drawn up tight and facing slightly away from you. When you glance over at what he’s looking at, you see two small dogs not far from him.
You try not to stare as you pass by, but it is weird to you. There’s not usually anyone out here, especially at this time of night and in this weather – and if there is, they’re usually not here for any good reason. It’s not your business, you try to remind yourself, and you can’t afford to be getting caught up in anything bad that might be happening.
Although, that doesn’t seem right, either. This boy is just sitting alone on the ground, watching – presumably – his two dogs and still hasn’t even looked up at you. He doesn’t seem the type to be here for any salacious reason, which makes the only other conclusion that comes to your mind much more heartbreaking – he’s here because he has nowhere else to go. You could be wrong, but the way he was dressed (yes, he had a jacket, but not thick enough for this cold) and had only his dogs and a single backpack sat at his side just hit your instincts in a certain way. You couldn’t see his face, but he looked slim – probably not starving, but clearly not eating as much as you preferred for a young person to be eating. (Distantly, you think about how Mr. Terrence would make fun of you for thinking this despite the fact that you are also a “young person”.) His dogs also looked skinny, and even if you didn’t care about this boy, you couldn’t in good conscience let animals go without food.
With that thought, you made up your mind and quickly threw away the trash and made your way back into the restaurant to head straight toward the kitchen.
“Mr. Terrence,” your boss jumped as you burst back into the room again, “sorry. I was wondering if you finished packing everything up?”
“Nearly there,” the older man watched as you scuttled about the kitchen to grab a to go box from under the counter and start filling it with food. “Oh, no,” he scoffs lightly, “not another stray. If you keep feedin’ ‘em, they’ll keep comin’ back expectin’ more.”
“A stray and his strays, yeah.” You continue, ignoring his scoff because you know he could stop you if he was really that bothered by it.
“What?”
“Some guy and his dogs.”
“Ohhh~” you don’t need to look up to face him, because you can hear the smug smile in his voice, “a boy, huh~? No wonder you’re so eager.”
You resist the urge to fling some of the food at him, “shut up. You know it isn’t like that.”
He’s already stopped listening to you, having made up his mind about your intentions, “uh-huh, sure.”
You don’t bother to reply, finished with packing up the to go box now and not trying to play his games. You make your way back toward the doors, hoping the boy and his dogs hadn’t left already. He’s still there, thankfully, when you get outside – again regretting that you forgot to grab your jacket, but somehow remembered to grab the dog treats you keep in your bag for any stray you might come across – and still not looking up. You make your way over to the boy with your shoulders hiked up in a weak attempt to shield yourself against the wind, trying to walk around into his sight so that you don’t sneak up on him.
One of his dogs notices you first, a little thing with pink ears, and seems to watch your approach cautiously. The boy notices and whips his head around immediately, as if he was trying to catch you, and you pause for a moment at the way he looks at you like you might be a threat. He looks to be around your age, with a pretty face and puppy eyes, but he scowls at you in a way that makes him seem older – weathered and weary from past experience. Oof, you think as you try to figure out how best to approach him, a standoffish one, then.
“Hey,” you greet lightly, “sorry to bother you. I work at this restaurant and I was wondering if you wanted to take these leftovers off my hands so we don’t have to waste them by throwing them away.”
You don’t actually have to throw away the leftovers, of course, but you’re banking on him not knowing that because he seems like the type to not take handouts unless it’s phrased as if he’d be doing you a favor instead. Before the boy can answer, though, the dog with pink ears walks up to you first. You kneel down to its level, putting your hand out to let it sniff you before you try to pet it.
“Hi, puppy~!” You can’t help the high-pitched baby voice you use to talk to animals, it’s instinct at this point and you refuse to feel embarrassed about it.
The other white dog that’s wearing a sweater is still hanging back, looking like it’s shivering, but you can’t tell if that’s from the cold or if that’s just natural. You set the to go box down beside you, petting the pink-eared dog with one hand while you wrestle the dog treats out of your pocket with the other. The pup is fully excited now, tail wagging so hard that it’s almost throwing the dog off its feet, while you feed the treats to it, eagerly.
You realize that you pretty much forgot about the boy when his voice makes you jump, “her name is Miro.”
You look over, and he doesn’t seem to be scowling at you anymore, just watching you interact with his dog – still cautious, but not threatened.
“She’s cute,” you smile, “and your other dog?”
“He’s Eden.”
“Can I give him some treats?”
“He doesn’t like strangers much.”
“Well,” you shift slightly, waiting for permission to approach, “I’ll give them to you and you can give them to him, then.”
“Why?” He’s suspicious again - not in the same way that others here are when they see your face and know you’re an outsider - and you recognize it and it breaks your heart for him. (It seems a bit ridiculous for you to hurt for him, given that you don’t know him at all, but you do because you’ve seen it before and you know it at your core.)
“Because they deserve it. They all do.” You mean his dogs, specifically, but you also mean him and every other person like him.
He watches you for a moment more, and you let him, but he doesn’t respond verbally – just shrugs and makes the smallest movement of his head to nod. You grab the to go box again, dog treats in the other hand, and rise to move toward him. He rises too, probably more comfortable with being at eye level than sitting – just in case. Miro is following at your feet, and you stop with a bit of distance between yourself and the boy. You hand him the dog treats first, glancing at Eden shaking a bit behind him, and he stuffs them into the pocket of his jacket. You try to hand him the to go box and that’s when he becomes suspicious again – obvious when you look him in the eye.
“I know it might be an inconvenience, but it’d really help if you could take these. It just seems like such a waste if we have to toss them.” He doesn’t believe you, you know he doesn’t just by how he looks at you, but neither of you are going to say it aloud.
He stares at you for a moment again, seeming to battle in his mind over whether to take it or not, but the hunger that you’re sure he’s feeling seems to win out. He takes it from you and, despite how reluctant he was to accept it in the first place, he immediately holds it close to him and slightly away from you as if you’re going to snatch it back.
You want to say more, but you’re not sure what and you don’t really have any more reason to since you accomplished what you came out here for. You think to ask his name and give him yours, but you feel like you might be pushing him with that. So, with nothing else that you can come up with, you start to back away.
“Thanks,” you smile at him again and look down at Miro and Eden, “bye puppies~!”
You think anything else would bother him, so with one last glance at the boy – who seems to be waiting for you to leave before he goes on with whatever his plans are – you fully turn back to the restaurant and go inside. You wish you had gotten his name, or had some way of checking up on him and Eden and Miro again just to make sure they’d be okay, but you just have to accept that it’s left up to fate now.
Who knows, you might meet him again one day.
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About language brainrot. Imagine writer creator reader who finally learns how to write in Teyvat's weird symbols and they want to publish their book. They decided to do it anonymously to avoid the "aaaaaah our creator wrote the holy scripture" sort of situation. Except it didn't work. The reader's style is too different from the rest of the world, so even if they tried to simulate the flowery speech it wasn't effective.
Another thing. Reader who decided to read some local books to practice their reading. They asked for something simple and similar to their speech. But the only books merely similar to it are 2000 and more years old. It's funny how the older text is the more you can understand it. On this note. If reader write something i feel like it would be hard to understand for Teyvat's people.
Imagine a reader who is autistic or has any other NDs imparing their communication skills. They practically trained themselves to say sertain phrases in sertain situation. But it doesn't work in Teyvat. And everything just stacks at each other. Difference in speech, being a God (so people react weirdly to you), bad communication skills, not understanding nonverbal cues and so on. There's gonna be a lot of misunderstanding. I imagine how followers would walk on the eggshells not to upset and angry their God and reader who does the same not to say something people will get wrong. Again.
Reader who regained all their memories of creating Teyvat, they're super powerful and stuff. But they still struggle with the modern language. Because all the memories are like millions years old.
✨️NEXYLAZA UR SO FUCKING SMART AND CREATIVE✨️ UR BRAIN>>>>>> EVERYTHING
GIF Akashi (black hair) is all the people who read the Sagau/Isekai Genshin tag and Bokuto (silver) is STILL ME RANTING ABOUT LANGUAGE IN TEYVAT LMAO
They cant escape me, sorry people who just wanted to read SAGAU normal things, im filling up the tag💀
I HAD OTHER ASKS BEFORE THIS ONE AND AS I GOT THRU EM I WAS "OMMGGGG WE'RE GETTIN CLOSER TO NEXY'SSSS ASSSKKKK EEEEEEE"
YOU ARE A GODDAMN GENIUS
DHALALWKDHDHS
ME ABOUT THIS ASK:
(^ lol biblically accurate deadaquarius)
I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGINNNN
BRAINROTTING OVER UR ENTIRE ASK!!
♡
Also, its getting kinda old now, so here is the blunt language v. Teyvat's flowery language post for reference! :)
Hhhhhhhhhhh
IF U WRITE STUFF
AND UR IN WORDY TEYVAT LAND
AINT NO WAY,👏
U COULD EVEN, 👏👏
GET CLOSE👏👏👏
TO THESE BITCHES SPEECH👏👏👏👏
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Like,, imagine right now if i told you to write me 4 pages of an essay in entirely early 18th century vernacular.
(For reference: when the story Pride & Prejudice takes place)
... like??
Bitch aint no way u can do that and actually show that to a historian or an actual living person from that time period
and them actually say "wow! An excellently worded 18th century essay!"
💀.
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So tying into that whole, "the only simple texts are like literal cunnieform clay tablets or sm shit"
Your writing to them just sounds like if a scribe just copied off what one of those tablets said just onto paper HAHA
And like, if u try and dress it up, it just ends up sounding like its from a slightly later time period
Like if ur casual writing sounds like 1 million years ago, u being flowery sounds like 8-7 thousand years ago u cant win LMAO
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Omg ur trying to go to that-
wait whats it called,,fuck i dont know Sumeru good enough yet
The.. HOUSE OF DAENA GOT IT
Yeah so ur thinking "Oh what better way to learn a dialect?/vernacular than reading books by them!"
And u basically snatch Alhaitham at the soonest possible chance to take you there
(Bc when i went in, it was just random lore books everywhere so)
Needless to say you have no clue how this place is organized, so u convince him to direct you to books u can easily read first
Like as close to your speech as possible!! U tell him :)
.
..
...lol
It literally takes like 3 hours to get something readable LMAO
Bc when the poor feeble scribe initially brought you smth he thought was pretty old and close to ur speech, like just first thought,
... It sounded like it was from the middle of the 18th century to you lol
So, with a "hmm" and a squint at the dusty book you'd already given up on
Alhaitham slowly went around the library making a stack of books, dropped them off in front of you... not a single sentence.
...then he made a stack of scrolls...
..nope..
...a stack of stone tablets...
.....getting closer?? it was really weird seeing Shakespearean language carved into stone....
...and then, with a conversation to a second library secretary deeper in the library, past a caged area of shelves to protect them...
...he escorts you behind the restricted section towards the back filled with glass display cases.
(Several of which contain the most ancient looking sets of artifacts you've ever seen)
...Finally, u arrive at a long glass case of several clay tablets.
Half of which sound like they're from the 1910s-20s, and the other, even older half, sounding straight out of the 2000s..
..
....
......
...Good god.
(Good..you??)
These crazy speaking bastard-previously-video-game-characters were right.
...
You are suddenly, viscerally hit with the image of Zhongli's idle, "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I remember, but where are those who share the memory?" 💀
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Alhaitham side eyes you,, (he looks,, very interested, yet also kinda concerned??? HIM, CONCERNED????!!!)
"Ahem, the texts before thy Greatest Lord art the eldest- well, perhaps, more appropriately, the eldest and most intact, pieces of written language known to our humankind."
...
....aYOO MAN 😭😭
...Ur just staring at these half cracked, baked clay tablet thingys, full of slang from like 2003-
Alhaitham coughs.
"Uh, thanks. ...Sorry about all the.. trouble with this..."
BRO HOW OLD DOES HE THINK U ARE NOW-
"This task assigned to mine own person was of no trouble to my mind or spirit, Greatest Lord, fret not about it any longer."
And with a sort of shell-shocked atmosphere surrounding both of you, Alhaitham walks off to check out some other restricted books, hovering nearby yet also trying to give u space LOL
Top 10 cursed images: Seeing "Chillax, bro, dude, and weeb" carved into ancient clay tablets that look like they would be part of the Egyptian exhibit back in ur world 💀
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You eventually just kind of end up writing a couple pages after studying the writings, going younger and younger (nothing has ever made u feel more powerful...yet also more old..)
You stretch, just as Alhaitham finally has made his own little stack of creaky old books
He seems very curious to read what u wrote, peaking a glance over the top of his book every so often (lol nerd, cute nerd... but NERDDD)
You just offer the academic lunatic what he wants 🙄
"Haha, wanna take a look? Some drafts are... closer than others..."
The scribe immediately puts his book down, not even saving his page,
"I would be honored, Greatest Lord."
Is he excited?? 💀 omfg
U very slowly hand ur most recent practice pages over, he curls his hand under his chin "hmm" ing
...Alhaitham shakes his head
"My..deepest apologizes My Creator, but this still seems, at the earliest, from when papyrus was invented, and not yet even into scrolls..."
OK BUT ALHAITHAM WOULD GENUINELY GIVE NO FUCKS ABT CRITIQING YOU, HE MAY BE MORE POLITE ABT IT BUT EVEN IF U DID MAKE THE WORLD HES GOING FOR IT
KAVEH HAS A HEART ATTACK BC HIS ROOMMATE GOT ONTO GOD LMAO
U let ur head plop on ur pile of papers, srry babe youll never be as fancy as Mr. Darcy 😕
And as ur resting there, contemplating just walking out and finding smth to eat instead- same
Alhaitham picks up another draft.
Except it's your first attempt.
As in, you didn't even try, first attempt.
You just made some bullet point notes or some Bs, in ur regular. modern. language.
Alhaitham knocks his chair over standing up so fast-
(HE GETS SHUSHED BY THE RESTRICTED LIBRARIAN LOL, also another person unafraid to scold God lol)
...he says its a perfect example of the oldest records they've found of writing on the continent, most of which they haven't even translated yet
He asks u to teach him how to read this/speak like this lol
♧
(^^^not my best work but hope yall got smth outta it💀)
I WAS LITERALLY GONNA MAKE A WHOLE POST ON THE NEURODIVERGENT EXPERIENCE OF BEING A GOD IN TEYVAT
ESPECIALLY OF THE LANGUAGE BARRIER VARIETY!!!
THERES JUST
ACK
aCK HDHAKD
SO MUCH
TO SAY
!!!
AHHHHH
OK BUT LIKE
IF WE ACTUALLY TOOK THIS TO THE EXTREME IM IMPLYING IT WOULD BE
LIKE TEYVAT SPEAKS SEVERAL DECADES BEHIND U- MAYBE EVEN ACTUALLY
CLOSE TO PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TIMES SPEECH
THEY WOULD LITERALLY BARELY COMPHREHEND YOU
IMAGINE TRYING TO TALK TO MR. DARCY 😭
THATS LITERALLY ALL OF TEYVAT
JUST
???¿¿?????!!! <- THEM ALL THE TIME
ESP IF UR NEURODIVERGENT
I THINK IT WOULD BE EVEN MORE PROOF FOR THEM TO THINK UR GOD
BC UR BEHAVIOR WOULD BE "OFF" TO THEIR NEUROTYPICAL ASSES,
YOUR FACIAL EXPRESSIONS,
LIKE UR MASKING MAYBE BUT
U CANT KEEP THAT SHIT UP ALL THE TIME-
ESP IN CRAZY ISEKAI CIRCUMSTANCES
AND LIKE-
(ok ill tone it down before i also get shushed)
U used to be a player!!
Which would maybe mean u got rlly comfy playing Genshin all the time!
...like i know im kinda stimming when im gaming (and my natural stim is rocking so yeah no way they wouldnt notice that 💀)
So, since u may be still yknow unconsciously wanting to be comfy (esp around ur mains/team/favs)
U probably have stimmed a little around them, which, not that neurotypicals dont stim, but like
They would notice after awhile
And esp people like Alhaitham, Zhongli, Ningguang, Xiao, Ei, Aether/Lumine, Kaeya, Diluc, Kazuha, Heizou, Shenhe, Kokomi, Sara, Albedo, Dainsleif- !! GASP- !! <- my bbygirl omg i forgot abt u before now im so sorry </3
(once again i have not checked a character list, forgive my sins my readers)
^^^ Are like pretty focused on you/observant, so they'd eventually pick up on it first probably
..
...
....which allsssooo means they're like, collecting all ur neurodivergent thingys lol to compile as EVIDENCE AGAINST YOU AS TO WHY THEY KNOW UR THE CREATOR LMAO
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Honestly the biggest factor against u is definitely social interaction,, srry love :/
(if it helps, its bc i know itd be my downfall too thats why thats there ^ 😔)
Mostly bc i have this idea/theory? obervation? that when I especially met Adepti for the first time
Esp ones that werent as close to human society for as long as some others (like think Xiao vs. Ganyu)
And for literally every other non-human people we've met so far in Genshin-
They kinda- they kinda, radiate neurodivergent energy??
Like, they're not adherring to social norms, and not in like a bad way,
But its still rlly obvious (i mean also its probably exaggerated for us as an audience) that theyre not human pretty quickly
coughzhonglicough
COUGHVENTICOUGH-
oh geez wow excuse me, cold weather must be gettin to me- ahem hem-
Anyway, like what Nexy said in the ask,
...
...Yall are all just tiptoing around each other 😭😭
Bc these ppl arent from Earth countries,
All their behavior is weird to you 😭
U dont know how to mask with them yet 😭😭
THE UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF MISCOMMUNICATION THAT HAPPENS ALREADY WHEN UR NEUROSPICY VS. NEUROBLAND PPL
IS LIKE, ALMOST WORSE??
Bc they cant even understand ur phrasing bc its so simple 😭😭😭
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Tldr: "Being Neurodivergent means ur a god, confirmed." - says all of Teyvat's denizens
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NEXYLAZA.
MY BELOVED.
I AM IN LOVE WITH UR BRAIN.
IF I COULD GIVE IT A HUG I WOULD🫂✨️👏👏👏👏
BC I WAS ALREADY LIKE IN THE BACK OF MY MIND LIKE-
*rubs my little rat gremlin hands together*
"hmHmHMMMM BuT wHaT iF mAYbE yOU reMeMbeREd cReATinG TeyVAT, hmHMHMMMMM"
AND FOR VERBALIZING IT WITHIN BLUNT LANGUAGE AU- !!!!!!!
(one of my favs, if u cant tell)
I would (platonically) kiss you right now dude.
Instead I give this:
♡ ily
And also, I AM GOING TO MAKE A WHOLE POST ABOUT THIS-
MAYBE EVEN A FANFIC, OR ONE SHOT AHDHAKFHSKLAAL-
UNTIL NEXT TIME MY BELOVED PARTNER IN CRIME <333
PSPSPSPSsppspspspssss Last Time! CLOSES TOMORROW @1pm CST: VOTE on my 100+ followers celebration POLL :)
Tell me what u wanna see me write about! PSPSPSPSpspspspssss
(U can vote even if ur new! :] )
THANK YOU FOR SUBMITTING THIS ASK
THIS IS A TREASURE OF MINE NOW
GONNA HIDE IT IN MY LITTLE CAVE OF SCREENSHOTTED SAGAU POSTS <333 hehehehehehehehehehe
THIS IS LIKE PT2 TO MY ORIGINAL LANGUAGE POST AHHHHH
NEXY BIG BRAIN ILYSM <3
Cheers,
🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘
♡the beloveds♡
@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza lol ur own ask im a menace sorry
#NEXYLAZA NEXT LEVEL#ALWAYS SO EXCITED WHEN I SEE AN ASK OR A REBLOG FROM U#EEEEEEEEEEEEE#BLUNT LANGUAGE VS TEYVATTTT#GOD READER REMEMBERS BEING CREAATTOOORR#IM LOSING IT#ask box open#genshin impact#genshin sagau#sagau#genshin imagines#my asks#gender neutral reader#genshin sagau ideas#please send asks#genshin isekai#genshin god reader#genshin impact sagau#genshin imagines reverse harem#i mean what#genshin lore#i feel like i was vibrating typing all of my response#my favorite russian <3#perhaps even above childe#LMAO#al haitam x reader#genshin impact imagines#neurodivergent reader#neurodivergent imagines#genshin disability imagines
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I’m honestly curious to know how you came across G/t and got into it
Wow ok this is pretty much the first time someone asks me about it djskdjs saying in advance that this will be a long answer.
It's not a interesting story though, it happened in a very casual way and it has always been related to me being extremely curious and captivated by G/t.
I think I can say I like G/t since I was a kid. I was about 6 or 7 years old when I had my first encounter with size difference. My parents were watching a comedy show on television and one of the sketches was about a giant cowboy (don't ask me why). I was watching it with them and when this sketch started I remember being completely fascinated by it. I was so dumbfounded that I kept asking my mom stuff like "Why is he so big? How did he got that big?", now I know that it was mostly me trying to understand why I was so interested in him being a giant.
I used to have these very tiny Polly Pocket dolls that were, like, 1 cm tall at best and I liked to pretend that I was a gentle giant and they were my friends. I had imaginary friends who were borrowers, I loved Clifford The Big Red Dog, Arthur and the Invisibles, The Ant Bully and essentially anything related to size difference had me completely curious, enchanted and OBSESSED with it.
I started to do drawings and stories with size difference characters since I was a little kid. I remember to spend hours daydreaming about a little girl who was very small and lived with a normal sized family, I had a lot of fun drawing her living in a world so much bigger than her.
Eventually I grew up and these things were left behind and forgotten in the middle of my pre teens, other interests appeared until it came a time where I barely remembered my fascination for size difference.
Until I found the G/t fandom on Tumblr.
I was 14 and I had just joined the Undertale fandom, I'd search and scroll through a lot of fanart on Tumblr. Then, out of nowhere, a drawing of G/t Fritz and Sans from rockonewjeans (who appears to no longer have an account here) popped up in the middle of the feed.
I still remember to this day looking at it and feeling all that nostalgic curiosity and fascination from when I was a child emerging to the surface again and being like "Oh my GOD wait- I remember that, I used to LOVE that... Wait there is a whole fandom about it????". Like, for real, I just felt super euphoric (see where I got the name now? haha) in a way I hadn't felt in a long time. I just suddently remembered how I used to find size difference so interesting since forever.
I spent the rest of the night scrolling through her blog and I learned that there was an ENTIRE fandom about it and stories and art and wow I was extremely amazed. After that I created my blog, started searching, reposting and following artists and writers, thus effectively joining this weird but special corner of the internet lol.
So essentially, I've liked it since I was a kid, I didn't know it was a fandom and a thing until I saw rocknewjeans art so it's basically her fault that this all happened LOL wish I could thank and blame her for it someday.
Sorry for the long answer, but I think it was worth the tale!
#ask#haha memories#i've always been a weirdo what can i say#its funny how a simple concept such as size difference can become an obsession#i regret nothing#i love it a lot
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Are the JoJo's icebergs fun to work on? They look like a blast to edit and write! (If a bit of a large workload)
The Jojo Iceberg has been... interesting. On one hand yes! It has been a blast to work on in some senses! It taught me a lot about writing, and research, while also allowing me the freedom to experiment with editing and injecting my humor into scripted stuff in a more organic way. I feel like with each chunk of the series I've posted thus far, I've shown more and more confidence over time.
Plus you are right!! Once the audio editing is done, working on visual edits and gags is a blast. Sure it takes time, but I have a weird love for making smooth video edits for people to watch (even though like 50% of the people that view those videos probably just listen to em like a podcast without looking at it haha).
So that sort of stuff, yes! That's been a blast, and I've learned a TON that I'd never take back for the world!
However on the flipside, logistically this project was a nightmare from day one LOL. And this is the part where I try to dissuade anyone from EVER working on a longer project like this because god damn it's been a pain at times.
Keep in mind, the script (as it stands) is nearly 200 pages. That is the longest scripted work I've ever helped write in my entire life, and when I started I was NOT that experienced as a writer whatsoever. I'm a bit better now, but at times I still struggle.
I made the horrible decision to never put a cap on the script. For every new fact I learned, even if it wasn't a part of the original plans for the video, I would add it to the pile. No matter what it was. I was committed to making it as long as I thought it needed to be, not as long as it probably SHOULD have been to get done in a reasonable amount of time.
I did all this for a deep passion for the source material, and even after the final part comes out early this year, I plan on going back and correcting the very few mistakes or miswordings I had in the original videos when I put them all together in one MEGA video.
But that passion for Jojo is a blessing and a curse, and I hadn't realized how long a project like this would take me amidst all the other big projects like Friendlocke and HYHA.
Full disclosure, the script was first started in December of 2020. That's nearly 3-4 YEARS AGO by now. If I knew that putting all this together would take that long, I probably wouldn't have committed to it in the way that I did. In that time, I probably could have put out a TON of shorter stuff, but I was so committed to this that I just didn't and that very much hurt my channel in the long term.
Though to be real, I haven't worked on it consistently, I tend to jump on and off between projects to avoid burnout. However still, by the time it's all done, the Jojo Iceberg combined together will most likely be the longest piece of content on my channel (yes, potentially longer than Friendlocke Season 3, I estimate that it'll probably come out to around 6 hours in length if I don't cut anything down).
It's because of this that after this is all out there? I plan to NEVER tackle something this long ever again. Friendlocke and Jojo have drained my bones, and all I wanna do these days is work on shorter stuff. Though I guess in that sense, this project has really helped teach me a lot about the sort of stuff I want to make. So in a way, even the negatives have positives! There's always something you can take away with, even if your experience had some downsides.
Looking at such a long script and doing some math, it's made me realize that like... damn. I could DEFINITELY do shorter videos way more consistently in the future. And so that's what I plan to do :)
So yeah! Some positives and negatives. But overall, I learned a lot and that's all I could ever ask for.
Thanks for your question! Have a good one!
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tease tidbit tuesday💀
tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @daffi-990 @fortheloveofbuddie @disasterbuckdiaz @hoodie-buck 💖
hi! so, yesterday I randomly opened the doc with the buddie death cast au - which is a fic I started writing last summer on vacation and never got back to it but then made progress lol
it's gonna be MCD, which i know is not everyone's thing so feel free to ignore this 🤣
it's basically buddie in the universe of the "they both die at the end"/"the first to die at the end" books so it's gonna be sad, sorry lol (I never even read mcd, idk why i'm writing this but this idea just wants to be written i guess haha)
gotta put this weird mood I've been in lately to good use and finally write this 🤣
not sure if I'm happy with this snippet, but it all needs editing, the first two snippets were written on my phone and haven't been edited yet lol
I posted two snippets so far, gonna link them both
snippet 1 | snippet 2
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“Is all of this clear, Eddie?” she asks in the end.
“Yeah, sure, whatever.” he says shortly. He should've just hung up immediately. Or cancel this stupid subscription after Shannon died. Sometimes he wonders if maybe people who get the calls and coincidentally get into accidents, for example, just give up and refuse to fight because they think it’s their time. Not like Shannon could do much, her injuries were too severe when they got there, but the point stands. Maybe they get more reckless, thinking it doesn’t matter anyway.
There’s a short pause on the line, but then Jane speaks up again, her tone softer, more sympathy seeping through.
“I know it’s not easy to accept, if you’d like some help with that, on out website you can find therapists and grief counselors specializing in-”
“Listen.” Eddie interrupts. He’s spent enough time in therapy. He’s not doing it on his supposedly last day. “I know it’s all bullshit. I don’t care. You said what you had to say, I listened, for whatever reason.” he rolls his eyes. He really should’ve hung up, or not answered at all. “Is this conversation over yet?” he asks and is met with another moment of silence. She’s probably wondering what everyone else always is: why is he even spending money on this if he doesn’t believe. He has an answer ready to go, but that’s not what she asks.
“Can I ask you a question?” she says quieter, whispering, probably not allowed to go too much off-script.
“Sure, why not.” he shrugs. He’s wide awake now, anyway, he’s not in a hurry. Not like he’s dying anytime soon.
“If it was your last day, how would you spend it? You don’t have to answer, just think about it.” she adds quickly, her tone much softer and gentler now. Eddie’s mind immediately supplies a picture of Christopher and Buck, just a casual hang-out, like usual, maybe going to the movies, or the aquarium, or the planetarium, something fun for his kid. And later a gathering with the rest of their family, maybe a barbecue at Bobby and Athena’s, with Maddie and Chim, and Hen and Karen, all their kids, just everyone having fun together. Yeah, that’d be a perfect day. “There’s no harm in spending today just like this, if possible. Just in case.” Jane adds, still whispering. He doesn’t tell her that’s more or less his plan, anyway, for the evening after his 12-hour shift. During which nothing will happen to him, because Death-Cast doesn’t know shit. “Well, lastly, Eddie,” Jane’s voice is back at normal-volume, tone strictly professional but sympathetic, as she recites the end of her script, “on behalf of everyone here at Death-Cast, we’re so sorry to lose you. Live this day to the fullest.”
Eddie hangs up without a word.
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Sorry!! No episode today but I do have some extra content for you! The Wilbur/Quackity comic (?) has been in the works for a while so I want to show you some of the behind the scenes stuff. Sorry if its not too interesting ^_^’’
The comics are a bit long so I’m going to put them under the cut
Here’s the first draft of the scene, drawn sometime in early December. I was originally going to have it be a daydream Wilbur was having from behind the counter at the store. I decided against it because it felt like a weird transition from him being home to suddenly being back in the store. The dialogue (sorry if you cannot read my handwriting </3) also felt really stilted, plus I had a point I was going for that wasn’t really hit with what was being said here.
These two are essentially the storyboard for the text below. I originally intended for Quackity’s face to never be fully shown, but when I tried to draw it digitally it looked weird. Plus, I feel like there’s more of a connection if you can actually see his face. Im also a bit proud of my cquackity design sorry.
This iteration is the one where I decided that Wilbur would be in his car rather than at the story (its very messy, but the 4 tiny boxes on the side is the transition from him smoking in LN to being in his car and driving away).
plus some warmups and deciding how long I wanted Wilburs hair to be at the bottom
Here’s the original script, written on a plane with about 3 hours of sleep. I condensed it a bit, since I didn’t want to draw 15 whole pages and I didn’t want it to drag on. I also scrapped the last part in the notes, obviously. A gradual “waking up” would have worked too I guess, but I think the more jarring transition was more the feel I was going for (the kind of “snapping back” when you finish a memory/when something catches your attention).
I didn’t originally intend for the comic (can I even call it that?) to be a two parter, but once I decided Wilbur would be in his car, it would be too odd to just...go back to normal. I hope it was clear in the final product, but Q only shows up in the reflections of the window/mirror. Reflections are so great for so many things, and I’m definitely going to (continue) to use them lol!
I did get some people in the inbox saying how Quackity’s colors were similar to the sky from the first part, but they’re actually the same (just a bit more glow-y in this part) since I took the sky/background from the previous comic and overlayed it.
The whole idea of Q using snippets of speech from the previous comic was also really fun to do. I’ve always wanted to have a story where I can do that (I did it for more reasons that it just being cool, but that’s definitely one of them! haha).
Anyway that’s all! If you read this far, thank you for indulging me :D Apologies again for no episode; I burnt myself out a bit, and I’m working on another big episode and those tend to take up a lot of my time.
#utahlive#4th wall break#im also working on a character lineup sheet so I can have references for everyone. yeesh#oh also on a scale of 1 to 10 how funny would it be to incorporate polls into this blog#when they become available#also hi there tag readers#behind the scenes
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Because, I Love You | 01
; Jungkook x Older!Reader
; Genre: Fluff, slight angst, mentions of smut
; Word Count: 4.3k
; Warnings: Allusions to fatphobia, insecure thoughts from MC but Jungkook is just so sweet about it
; Synopsis: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.
; A/N: Got the random inspo for this and some of you said to write it, so I did...in a few hours haha. Who knows if this is good or not? I hope you enjoy a Jungkook who’s happy and in love, that’s all I wanted for this lol It was just something nice to write out...got the creative juices flowing!
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You had never imagined that you’d end up dating someone like Jeon Jungkook. There were too many things that weren’t in your favour when it came to someone like him, too many points in the negative column. Or so you’d thought.
You were older than him, by six years. Even though you’d both been well into adulthood when you’d started a relationship, it still got awkward reactions from people when they found out. Men were allowed to be older than women and it not be viewed as odd, but having the woman be older seemed to be too much for some people to accept.
He was exceptionally in shape, as in he went to the gym every other day and engaged in other physical activities on the other days. Jungkook loved to box or swim, and sometimes he’d even go running if he was bored. Meanwhile, you were pretty sure that you were allergic to the gym and liked to think of yourself politely as ‘curvy’. Your belly wasn’t flat or toned and your hips had a little more fat on them than people like, though you would always support the body positivity movement.
It wasn’t that you ate a lot, or were lazy or anything. You just didn’t see the need to personally limit your food or force yourself to go into a gym and do things you don’t like. Instead, you liked to take long walks and go exploring at your own pace whilst your home-cooked meals were easily one of Jungkook’s favourite things in the world.
If you spent too long looking at Instagram or any news sites, then you knew that by the laws of social media, Jungkook should not be with you. He was a ridiculously attractive, super fit young guy with a good job and a great personality. TikTok would throw a fit to see him with you, just like they did with that other couple where the girl wasn’t as ‘conventionally attractive’.
And yet, Jungkook was the one who’d pursued you.
He was the one who’d matched with you on the dating app, and he’d been the one to send the first message. You’d been convinced he was just doing it for a laugh, you’d had far too many incidents on datings apps where guys seemed to react to you in two ways; either wanting sex immediately or wanting to try and run you off the app for daring to not fit their idea of a beautiful woman.
The number of insults you’d experienced had meant that by the time Jungkook had sent a message, you’d become tired of the whole thing. You’d even ignored him at first, only responding when he’d sent a sad face emoji. To this day, you don’t understand how he’d manage to get you in his results as he was below the age range you’d specified, but he had and he’d been determined.
You weren’t the best texter, so the conversation had been a little stilted as you’d tried to suss him out. Was he just looking for a quick lay, thinking that you’d be desperate? Or was he wanting the prestige of banging an older woman? Was he one of those guys who had a weird kink about women on the heavier side? Or was he one of the guys who felt the need to shame you about your weight and existence?
Although you ate healthily and did your frequent walks, people often assumed things about you. And as much as you hated to admit it now, Jungkook had looked exactly like the kind of guy who would send those mean messages.
Young, insanely attractive and aware of it, tattooed and pierced. He was like a god comes to life, and some men like that had the matching god complex to go with it.
But Jeon Jungkook had not been like that. He’d happily talked to you about whatever you’d suggested and you’d realised he was a giant nerd underneath the hard exterior. After a month of casual texting, he hadn’t once said anything negative to you but he had discussed extensively why Fantastic Four deserved a redemption arc in the MCU and you’d become weirdly knowledgeable about boxing because of him.
You’d found out he had a dog, a Dobermann called Bam who had an undocked tail and floppy ears that hadn’t been clipped. When you’d noted that, he’d told you that he’d looked it up and had cried when he’d found out what happened to dogs to get that look.
This led to the other thing about Jungkook, he was sentimental as fuck. Despite being six years younger than you, he seemed to have such a wise head on his shoulders at times and he always took things a little too seriously. You still remembered when he’d messaged you in distress, only for it to turn out that he’d accidentally killed a bumblebee.
“But they’re vital for the environment, and I killed it!” He’d lamented over the phone to you, his deep voice filled with genuine upset and regret. You’d consoled him, even if you’d been thoroughly amused, and had realised he was entirely serious when he’d sent you a photo of the tiny bee grave he’d sent later that day. He’d even made a little gravestone and everything.
It had been that moment, around a solid month and a half since you’d started talking, that you finally let your heart open up a little to him. Cautiously accepted that a man who gave a funeral for a bee probably wasn’t going to hurt you, at least not on purpose. Of course, you couldn’t predict the future but you’d decided to try.
He’d been subtly asking you for dates the whole time, casually dropping hints about a new movie coming out or a restaurant he’d heard that was good. You’d rebuffed him every time, the prospect of seeing him in person making panic flood your veins until you felt ill. Talking over text or the phone was fine, he couldn’t see you. People liked to talk to you, but dating was always a minefield.
Would it be easier for him to realise that your pictures weren’t lying about your body, or would he consider you uglier in person? You weren’t a make-up person, it always made your skin breakout and you’d get the worst headaches sometimes, so your profile only had one or two with make-up on. There were also plenty of photos of your whole body, as you refused to lie about yourself.
What they saw on your profile, was what they’d get.
But you’d finally relented and agreed to go to the movies with him to see the latest in an animated film series. It had been you to suggest it, as it was one of your favourite series ever, but then you’d felt stupid turning up to the theatre and realising there were loads of kids there. You hadn’t had much time to think about it though, as Jungkook had suddenly appeared in front of you with the same sweet smile in his photos.
He’d thought it was hilarious when you’d apologised, mumbling out that you hoped he didn’t think you thought of him as some kid just because he was younger. It had plagued your mind through the whole film that he’d take offence, or realise that you were older than he’d like. Even though you’d mentioned many times the age difference.
Yet he’d just been excited about the film when you’d come out of it, laughing at how you’d both been the only adults there without kids and the only people on a date. You’d gone for pizza afterwards, you shyly trying to hide your body from him as you got to properly take him in without the darkness of a cinema screen to cover for you. He had been just as astonishingly attractive in person with his biceps as large and muscular as his pictures.
Jungkook had been unbelievably polite though, not once letting his eyes linger somewhere and he’d even complimented you a few times. You’d narrowed your eyes at him, wondering whether he was lying given you hadn’t worn make-up just like you’d warned him and he’d laughed yet again. He had a sweet laugh, one that you imagined he’d probably been a little embarrassed by when he was younger because it was loud but it made you laugh just as much.
He’d been a gentleman at the end too, kissing your cheek shyly after he’d walked you to your car. Despite how well it had gone, you’d fully expected him to ghost you after seeing what you were like in person. It had happened before.
Instead, he’d messaged you almost as soon as he’d got home, completely disregarding the fact that he might come across as overeager. He’d complimented you again, thanked you for going on a date with him and let you know that he’d enjoyed himself. Not only that, but he’d asked you on another date.
And then another, and then another.
It had taken six dates before he asked you to be his girlfriend. You’d been shocked, even though the dates had been going well, and questioned if he wanted that. If he wanted to date someone like you. He’d given you an odd look then, his nose wrinkling in confusion.
“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t?” That was all he’d said in response, the words simple and said clearly. Like he couldn’t understand why you’d think he wouldn’t want to date you. It had been mind-blowing for you to realise that he genuinely wanted you and all the negative thoughts you had about yourself were only in your head. To him, you were exactly what he was looking for and he wasn’t going to let the chance go.
So you’d shyly said yes, uncertain as to whether this was going to last long or if he’d get tired or bored and move onto a younger, prettier model.
That had been six years ago.
Now you were thirty-six years old to his thirty, but you had more similarities than differences. He was still unbelievably hot, he was even more attractive than he had been. Jeon Jungkook was one of those annoying men who got more beautiful as he aged. He was still more in shape than you and all those things that people frowned upon.
But you now shared the same last name as him, wore the ring he’d given you to propose with and the ring he’d given you on your wedding day proudly and carried his first child. Jungkook had never once made you feel bad about yourself or unattractive, if anything he’d always been relentless in his desire for you.
That had only increased since you’d gotten pregnant, your belly now swelling from the baby that grew inside you. You swore you were giving off some kind of pheromone or something because Jungkook had been hornier than ever over the last few months. And that was saying something because he’d always had a very healthy sexual appetite.
The first time you’d had sex had been two months after you’d started dating. Despite his assurances that he found you attractive, you’d been shy and hesitant. That had disappeared during the act itself when he’d practically devoured your pussy and left you a shivering wreck before giving you the best sex you’d ever had. Which was saying a lot, given it had been your first time with him.
But he’d just been so attentive and caring, and he’d known exactly how to use his mouth, his fingers and his dick. You’d felt like you were being worshipped with how he’d mouthed hot kisses all over your body, even the bits you disliked, and his hands wouldn’t stop roaming your body desperately. As much as you’d been turned on by him, he’d been equally turned on by you.
It hadn’t stopped either. The flames of passion had quieted down, becoming a mellow flame that was constant warmth and comfort instead of sparks and explosions. Sometimes the sex was quick, sometimes it was slow, sometimes it was filled with whispers of love and adoration and sometimes it was just growls and grunts.
He’d never made you feel uncomfortable though, always made it clear that he was turned on by you. That he loved you deeply, even through all your insecurities and self-doubt. He’d offered some of his own to you to try and level the field, noting how he felt a little insecure sometimes that he hadn’t achieved as much as you had or that he didn’t earn as much. That he felt you’d got your life together a lot better than him.
That he thought you’d have judged him as some kind of player from the start and ignored him. Or just thought he was some stupid young guy and refused to give him the time of day or find him childish. It had been a quiet revelation for you to realise that he’d been just as nervous and worried.
You would forever be thankful that Jungkook kept at it, that he’d pursued you and refused to back down from a challenge. That he’d helped you learn to love yourself and your life a little more, along with bringing so much joy and laughter. He sometimes did stupid things that had you staring at him in confusion, and sometimes he didn’t know the references you made.
But he made up for it in the way he threw himself into learning your hobbies and interests, helping you to garden and turn your yard into a paradise for plants. He’d read so many of the books that you had, just so you had someone to discuss the plots with and he patiently listened to you ramble on about horror films despite the fact he hated them.
In turn, you watched his romance films with him and didn’t tease him too much when he cried at them and you’d learnt all the facts about his favourite boxers, had even gone to a match with him. You’d supported him when he’d applied for his dream job in a career he wasn’t in, consoling him when he’d been denied and then celebrating when he’d gotten it.
Sure, you had arguments with him sometimes and you’d get a little grumpy with him, but you knew that at the end of the day, you were perfect for each other.
“Whatcha thinking ‘bout?” The man in question asks, sitting down lightly on the swinging bench he’d installed in the backyard last year. You’d both redone the whole yard, repainting the fence and creating a whole new wildflower section alongside adding a fully functioning pond with koi fish in it. He’d seen the bench in a DIY store and had bought it, with your agreement, before spending a whole afternoon assembling it with your help.
It hadn’t been any trouble to you, not when you got to watch your hot husband getting all sweaty whilst shirtless.
Looking over at him, you chew on your lips for a moment before shrugging lightly and smiling. You’re sitting cross-legged on the bench, unbelievably comfy thanks to the cushions he’d added. Jungkook thought one of the most important principles in life was being comfortable, which meant your home was full of cushions and soft things.
“You, me, us. I dunno, I just…I saw this thing earlier about a couple where the guy was super hot but the girl was…how do I say it nicely…not considered attractive enough for him? They get so many nasty comments because people can’t comprehend that a handsome man can like a woman that people don’t think is attractive.” Trailing off, you let a hand rest on your pregnant belly before reaching out and taking his hand. He instantly links your fingers together, squeezing gently.
There’s a wrinkle between his brows, indicating his internal confusion. Jungkook had always had such strong eyebrows that you’ve always found hot. There’s not much about him you don’t find hot, from the way he tongues his cheek when he’s irritated or the tattoos on his arms shift as the muscles beneath work. And that’s not even talking about the weird fetish you have for his hands.
Men liked butts and boobs, but you’d gone a little feral more than once because of his hands and thighs.
“How…how does that relate to us?” The innocence with which he asks makes your heart clench with so much love for him. Jungkook’s always been such a simple man, despite how complicated he looked. He knew what he liked and what he loved, and he didn’t care what others thought about that. It’d taken you a while for you to realise that, but it was something you’d grown to cherish about him.
Smiling, you lift his hand and rest it against your heart.
“You’re adorable, have I told you that? It’s relevant because you’ve always been god hot and I’ve just been…me. You know if we were on social media then people would be like ‘what the fuck is going on here?’.” His cheery mood disappears and he scowls, lips pursing out in that cute pout he always does and making his lip ring push out even further.
“That’s stupid, don’t say that. You’re hot.” Grinning, you shuffle over before leaning into him, curling yourself happily into his side. He lets go of your hand and takes the opportunity to wrap his arm around you, cuddling you while letting his fingertips brush the sides of your swollen stomach. It’s just light enough to be ticklish and you shiver.
“I don’t think anyone except you has ever called me that, but it’s okay. As long as you think it. You know people always have some awful opinions, and there’s probably some of our friends who had those thoughts when we first started dating. I know for a fact that Jimin teased you about having a cougar as a girlfriend.” Jungkook grunts, obviously still grumpy about how you’ve put yourself down.
“Jimin was just jealous. Still is. I was twenty-four when I met the love of my life whereas he’s now thirty-two and still hasn’t found his.” You swat his stomach lightly, tutting at him.
“Don’t say that, that’s mean. Plus, I was only two years older than him when we met.” He hums, the sound vibrating through his chest to your cheek and you sigh gently, wriggling to get a better position. You’re excited to finally be a mom, it had taken two years of trying and a year of IVF to finally get pregnant, but god, being pregnant was not as fun as it was made out to be.
“Anway, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care what other people think. And I’m not blind or oblivious, I do notice it. I just don’t care. I thought you were pretty in your pictures and I liked how you’d got your personality across, so I went for it. You know me, if I want something then I get it. It was hard to keep my hands off you on our first date, I really wanted to see you naked but I could tell you were not down for that.” Lifting your head, you raise your brows at him in shock. He’d never mentioned this before.
“We saw a kids' film! With kids in the audience!”
“Okay, I just need to point out that you do remember I was a young, horny man. You know how much I love sex, and how much I love your body. I had a very good orgasm that night with my hand.” There’s a tingle that runs through you as he says that, and you’re pleased that it’s not shyness from his blunt words but a thread of desire.
Why has he never told you this? You don’t realise you’ve said that out loud till he responds.
“Because I didn’t want to come across as some idiot young guy that just thinks with his dick. I was on a date with this super sexy older woman who had her shit together, no way was I ruining that.” Smiling, you bite your lip and hug him a little tighter as pleasure bubbles through you.
“You never fail to surprise me, you know that?”
“Good, keeps our relationship interesting. And in answer to your unsaid question…I’m with you instead of whatever imaginary woman you’ve imagined in your head for me because I want to be. Because, I love you. You’re it, and I knew that the first time I heard your voice on the phone. Heard you say hello and thought ‘yep, that’s it, that’s the woman I’m gonna marry’.” That makes you snort with laughter, using his chest to push yourself up and give him a disbelieving look.
“I know you’re a sappy romantic but you’re not that much of a romantic. You didn’t even say that in your wedding speech, and you were a sobbing mess in that.” You tease lightly, grinning at his mock affronted look.
“Excuse me, I’m very romantic. I’m so romantic that if you open the dictionary and look up romantic, there’s a picture of my face. Which is why I never mentioned it. That fact is for me and you only, other people can’t know. Maybe Mochi can when they’re older to hear it.” At that, he shifts until he can rest the whole palm of his hand against your stomach.
There’s a pause, the heat of his hand burning through your clothes before you feel the tell-tale flutter and Jungkook grins with simultaneous pride and amusement. The baby loves hearing Jungkook, and somehow always knows when their father is touching your belly. Neither of you knew what gender you were having, and neither of you cared as long as the baby was healthy. And Mochi was the nickname that Jimin had used and it had stuck.
Ignoring all that, you reach up and tilt his head towards you and simply look over his face. This close, you get to see all the pores of his skin and even the freckles that are too light to see from far away. The subtle shade alongside his jaw and mouth as his evening stubble starts to grow in, something he’ll soon be shaving off as he hates having hair there.
But your favourite thing about Jungkook, physically at least, is his wide eyes that portray every emotion he feels. They’d been your favourite aspect of him in his pictures when he’d first matched with you, and six years later they remain your favourite thing. You hope your baby gets his starry eyes.
“I love you.” You say simply, feeling your stomach bubble with happiness and not Mochi kicking as his eyes give away his smile before his mouth does. They do this adorable thing where the skin beneath his eyes thickens, creating an adorable eye smile before he does it with his mouth. That’s when you know he’s really happy.
“I love you, too. You don’t think about this stuff often, right? Cos I love you as you, and I always have. No matter what you looked like, or what you thought you looked like. And if you’re worrying over this then I haven’t done my job right.” He sounds so serious and concerned, his brow creasing once more as he dips his head to keep your eyes in sight.
Age is looking good on him, and you fear him in twenty years. He’s going to be movie star hot, and he’s all yours.
Trailing your fingers over his lower lip and playing with his lip ring, a familiar motion to you both by now, you give him a soft smile.
“I swear, I don’t. It was just that story I read. I did when we first got together but…you’ve shown me over the years so…not anymore. I trust you.”
“Good, because I don’t have any regrets. Best decision I made to message you, and it was obviously the same for you.” Laughing, you tickle his sides as he lets out breathy giggles and tries to avoid you without jostling you too much.
As you play with him, enjoying the intimate moment of quiet and happiness with your husband, you feel your baby kick excitedly. Pausing, you look at Jungkook with a raised brow before taking his hand and resting it on your stomach.
“You’ve got Mochi all excited now, so now you need to calm them down or mommy’s not gonna get much sleep. And then you’ll probably regret messaging me when I’m being grumpy.” That makes Jungkook grin, the expression mischievous on his face and your heart thumps hard with love for this beautiful, kind and funny man who loves you so deeply despite what society says.
Leaning forward, he keeps an eye on yours as he presses a kiss to your stomach before whispering.
“Remember that, Mochi, for when you’re born. Nothing is worse than a grumpy mommy, so please be nice to daddy and calm down.”
“Hey! You weren’t supposed to agree with me.” You whine, pouting in an exaggerated manner that makes him laugh.
“Well, sweetheart, what is it you always say to me? A happy wife is a happy life, and a happy wife is always right?”
“Well, I’m clearly wrong in this case so you should say so!”
“You also say I shouldn’t tell lies, and we shouldn’t be setting a bad example for Mochi.”
“Jeon Jungkook!”
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Love your qsmp au, it’s been haunting my brain for the past few hours. Jacob questioning his sanity makes me cackle. Love the concept of a character having a prominent person in their life being lost or replaced and having to find them. I’m particularly curious as to the dynamics Jacob has with the other qsmp members once he arrives on the island. Anyone they like, despise? How do they interact with a certain cat boy conspiracist and our resident eldritch care bear?
Also unrelated, love how Jo is just a concerned observer in all of this. His friend went from pretty okay mentally to “No Jo I’m telling you I’ve definitely had a roommate this whole time! You’ve met her in real life several times by now! Stop gaslighting me about the plushies I’m not a plush guy I wouldn’t buy these on my own. Fine, if there’s no roommate JO, then why is there a drawing tablet in that other room? There is a LIVE BIRD IN MY LIVING ROOM and yet I’ve never expressed interest in owning one. Worse yet, I haven’t MONETIZED IT?! THIS ISN’T FUNNY JOE MY LIFE HAS BECOME A TWILIGHT ZONE EPISODE”
ANON I LOVE YOU THANK YOU FOR THE INBOX RAMBLE <<<<33333
the thing is, they first realized something was off when they were on stream and chatting w/ friends, said something along the lines of "yeah haha it's been so quiet without Jaiden around, hope she's having a good time" and someone goes oh who's Jaiden? and you can practically see the gears in his head turning. at some point he's like we'll they'll HAVE to believe me if i bring them over and they all see her room and setup and stuff right? and then some of their buddies arrive and go lol Jo you had such a weird setup before you left and Jo's just going along with it like yeah haha I don't even remember it, it was a weird time in my life and Jacob is FUMING
regarding dynamics, focusing on Cellbit + Jacob first, I don't think they trust each other at ALL at first. they're both nice to each other for the sake of being polite, but they literally CanNot trust the other, Cellbit because last time he trusted an "ally" he became employee of the month, and Jacob because not trusting anyone on the island comes with the package. over time, they begin to bond over their shared stressful experience, but it's a while till then
(taking this ^^^ into account, Cellbit is secretly ECSTATIC to have Jacob around. not because of Jacob himself, but because they can remember everything about the outside world whereas Cellbit cannot. they bring him a small sense of closure)
he definitely get along better with some of the other members, though. the first people that come to mind are Slimecicle, Roier and Baghera. other than that, he doesn't exactly have all the time in the world to interact with everyone on the island, so he's mostly neutral (except for those he knows has willingly worked with the federation, like Foolish or Elq. he doesn't trust that in the slightest)
with Cucorucho it's a bit of a different story. they've never interacted with it, and all they know about it is from Cellbit, so it's safe to say they'd rather keep off of it's radar. when he DOES meet with it, however, he's very offput by it. they laugh at first, yes, because Cucorucho literally looks like a life sized stuffed animal, but he very quickly gets disturbed by it, something made to look so friendly and undeceiving being capable of so much. he isn't a fan.
(here are some refs i doodled while watching jaiden vods btw <3)
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