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kpoppwriter · 3 years

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Make Me Insane

❧ Genre: fluffy and suggestive (Tattoo Artist!Yuta x Baker!reader)

❧ Words: 1.7k+

❧ Warnings: marking, super light dry humping,

❧ Synopsis: A dinner date at home with Yuta was normally a sweet date that you both enjoyed but what happens when it takes a bit of a...steamy turn?

❧ A/N: today has been a crappy day at work but I was finally able to finish this yay!

Piercings and Pastries | A Simple Gesture | Make Me Insane | Birthday Cake | Wandering Thoughts

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You were humming to yourself along to the music drifting into the kitchen from the living room. You happily chopped up vegetables for the dinner you and Yuta had planned on cooking that evening. Yuta was currently at the store getting some ingredients you needed before he came over. A dreamy sigh left your lips as you thought about how ideal this all was. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock echoing through your apartment. You put the knife down and headed for the door. A wide smile spread across your face when you saw Yuta standing outside with grocery bags in each of his hands. He laughed as he stepped inside your apartment.

“I swear every time I see you you’re wearing an apron.”

“I’m a baker. What did you expect?” you laughed

Yuta put down the groceries on the kitchen counter. He turned to face you, the same soft smile you were now used to seeing gracing his lips. He reached out and pulled you into his chest for a hug. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his torso hugging him back. You could smell the cologne he normally wore mixed with a hint of latex and 70% alcohol on his shirt; a pretty familiar smell to you now since he always smelt like that after work. He pulled back and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Shall we get started?”

“I actually already got started,” you gestured over to the vegetables on the cutting board

“Ah, look at that, you overachiever,” he teased, pinching your cheek, “Well, I’ll put away these groceries while you finish that up.”

You stopped Yuta before he started diving into the bags. You grabbed his arm to make him stay where he was.

“I got something.”

You took a suspicious looking piece of clothing off of the counter and held it up for Yuta to see,

“An apron?” he questioned

“Yeah! Since we cook a lot I thought I’d get a spare apron for you.”

Yuta couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in his stomach from your cute gesture. You helped him put it on, your fingers easily tying the strings around his waist securely. The close proximity brought a light pink tint to your cheeks even though you’d been in situations similar to this many times. There was just something about Yuta that made you shy, even after 5 months of dating. Who knows if time would ever fix that though.

You went back to cutting up vegetables while Yuta unpacked the groceries. You made small talk as you each worked on your respective tasks. He asked you how the bakery was that day and you asked him how he snuck out of work early to come have dinner with you (”I promised Jaehyun I’d close for a week so you better enjoy this time together while it lasts.”).

After putting all the groceries away, you asked Yuta to start simmering some chicken broth. He put a pot on the stove and added the chicken broth, waiting for your next instruction. While he waited, he decided to take some time to admire you in secret. You back was turned towards him and your focus was on the vegetables you were preparing. You weren’t wearing anything stunning or fancy- just a smile pair of sweats and a tank top- but Yuta was still enamored by you. Every time you moved, a little bit of skin peaked out from between the waistband of the sweats and the hem of the tank top. It wasn’t anything overly scandalizing but it made Yuta’s mind run wild. He couldn’t stop thinking of his hands running all over your body, his fingers dancing over your skin and the sweet sounds he was sure you’d make and the feeling of-

“How’s the broth?”

Your voice brought Yuta back to reality, his eyes blinking a couple times as he tried to regain his composer. He looked over at the pot on the stove that was practically boiling now.

“It’s ready,” he mumbled

“Ok perfect,” you hummed

You brought the vegetables over and slid them off the cutting board into the broth. You added a couple spices and herbs to the pot before stirring the mixture up. Yuta stood behind you, his arms around your waist. He pressed a kiss just below your ear making you twitch in response, the kiss tickling your sensitive skin. Amused by your reaction, he pressed another kiss in the same spot. A small whine left your lips. He couldn’t help but continue leaving open mouthed kisses all along your skin. The reactions he was getting were just far too good. Your hands stilled, your mind going blank at the sensation of Yuta’s lips on your neck. His hands traveled down to take purchase on your hips. His fingers rubbed soothing circles into your hip bones, the simple action making you quite flustered. Your eyes closed and your head moved to the side to give him more access to your neck. Yuta was very pleased by how responsive you were being to his ministrations. But much to your dismay, he stopped abruptly, his focus now on the soup on the stove.

“It looks like it’s done,” he whispered in your ear

“Ah..y-yeah...” you gulped

You stirred the soup to make sure it was really done then turned off the burner. Yuta finally let go of your hips so you could get some bowls for the both of you. He was rather pleased when he saw how flushed your cheeks had gotten. They almost looked as red as the peppers in the soup.

You served some soup for the two of you and brought it over to your dining room table. You both took a seat and began devouring the food, the hunger built up from working hard all day. You or Yuta barely spoke except for the occasional praise of how good the food was. You thought Yuta was being quiet because he was too busy eating to make conversation but in actuality, his mind was mostly clouded with thoughts of you in the most compromising positions and making the most lovely noises. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d survive if he kept thinking about these things.

Dinner was finished rather quickly and the two of you spent some time cleaning up the kitchen before going to watch a show in your bedroom. Normally, you’d spend your time cuddling on the couch with Yuta after dinner. But you were feeling bold tonight (and you really wanted to lay down after your busy day at the bakery). Yuta definitely didn’t complain.

You were wrapped up in Yuta’s arms, your head on his chest. His fingers traced little patterns on your skin. You tried to focus on the show playing on the TV but your mind was so preoccupied with the sensation of Yuta’s fingers on your body. His fingers eventually found their way up to side of your neck. Your body jolted when you felt his fingertips ghosting over your sensitive skin.

“What’s wrong, babydoll?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice.

“It..that tickles,” you cleared your throat

“It tickles?” he teased, “It didn’t seem like you were ticklish before when I was kissing your neck.”

“I- but..that’s different!” you huffed

Yuta laughed as he moved you onto your back, his body now hovering over yours. You could feel your heart beating a mile a minute as you stared up at Yuta. You let out a shaky breath waiting for his next move.

“So it would tickle if i just...”

He leant down and pressed a small kiss to the side of your neck. A small noise escaped your mouth, which was just a delight to Yuta. He left a few more pecks to your neck before sucking a small mark onto your skin. You squirmed beneath him trying to keep your composure.

“Yuta,” you whined

You heard him curse under his breath, his teeth grazing over the red mark he just left. Your hands traced moved along his arms, your nails occasionally scraping at the tattoos on his skin. One of his hands snuck under the hem of your shirt giving him more skin to touch. He stopped his hands just below your breasts leaving there. He pulled away from your neck and captured your lips in a feverish kiss.

“God, you make me go insane,” he mumbled against your lips, “You don’t know the effect you have on me.”

His words drew another whine from your lips and made your face flush a bright red. His name left your lips again. He pulled away from your lips, a pleased smile gracing his face when he saw how red your face was. You grabbed onto his shirt and gently tugged on it.

“Yes baby?”

“I- umm...” you avoided eye contact with the man above you, “I know we haven’t done anything more than kiss- mostly because I’m a bit shy and a little inexperienced- and I know you’re a little more opened minded with stuff like..this and I’m-”

Yuta pressed his lips against yours shutting you up. His hand gently cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb stroking your skin.

“You’re rambling, sweetheart,” he chuckled

“I know. I just...” you let out a shaky breath,” I want you.”

Yuta stared down at you, his eyes making you feel small. You tried to look away but the hand on your cheek kept you facing him.

“Are you sure baby?” he asked, “You know you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

“No! No, I want this,” you assured him

“Okay babydoll,” he kissed your forehead, “But you have to promise me you’ll stop me if you want to stop.”

“I promise.”

“Good,” he leaned down, his mouth beside your ear, “And I promise I’ll make you feel real good.”

He ground his hips into yours making a sweet moan leave your lips. One of your hands gripped at his upper arm while the other flew into his hair tugging at the strands. A low groan came out of Yuta’s mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, “You barely know what you’re doing but you’re turning me on so much.”

You wriggled under the male, his words sending a shiver down your spine.

“Yuta, please I..I need you,” you whimpered

He pulled back and looked down at your desperate figure, your hands refusing to let him get too far. He gently pinched your cheek.

“You’re so cute,” he cooed, “I’ll take good care of you, babydoll.”

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impala1967dwinchester · 3 years

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Sam Winchester: Hair dye

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Pairing: Sam x Reader

Pov: Sams

Warnings: Cuteness, couple things, swearing, soft kisses, Mention of Dean

Summary: You ask Sam to help color your hair. You and Sam make a mess while watching old classic movies.

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N- I’ve been writing a lot of angst, so I thought a good fluff ridden one-shot would be nice to write.

Your Favorite Color- Y/F/C

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Telling everyone that I was going on a supply run, Y/n ears perked up. She ran over and whispered in my ear. “Can I come with you?” She asked. Smiling “Yes you can come along.” I said wrapping my arm around her waist.

“So, do you need anything Dean?” I asked “Nah, man I’m fine.” He said before throwing me the impala keys. “You scratch her and you both die.” He said and went back to his phone.

“Thanks Dean.” I said before walking with Y/n by my side to the impala. “I’m glad you came along, Y/n. I like having time with you like this where Dean isn’t teasing either one of us.” I said opening the passenger door for Y/n. “Thank you kind sir.’ I walked around and got into the driver's seat ‘I wanted to spend time with you. I feel like sometimes it gets taken because of hunting.” She spoke.

I started the impala, and was immediately met with the loud music that Dean listens to. I turned the radio off and backed out of the garage. Y/n and I drove for a few before I exited the highway, and went to a store that we had never been to ‘Target’.

Y/n sat next to me, all excited. Which wasn’t unusual just was good to see her so excited. “What’s got you so excited?” I asked as I pulled into a spot rather far from the doors of the store. “I’m just excited that’s all.” She said leaning over to place a haste kiss, before going to open her door.

Y/n had this effect on me that no matter what was going on; she could stare at me, or just gentle kiss me were the time around us would seem to stop. A moment of clarity every time, like butterflies in my stomach.

When I heard the door, slam closed I quickly turned the engine off and jumped out of the car. There was Y/n her ass pressed against the back of the trunk, her arms crossed, along with her ankles. “What’s wrong Sammy?” She spoke.

I just smiled and grabbed her wrist. “Let’s go, before you scratch Dean’s precious car.” I spoke. Y/n’s made its way inter locking it with mine. She gentle sway her arm back and forth setting a slight motion between us with both our arms.

In moments like these I felt like we weren’t hunters, we weren’t credit card thief’s, we didn’t go to hell and come back. In moments like these I just felt normal. The automatic doors opening as Y/n and I got closer.

I grabbed a cart not really thinking. Y/n started walking around. Catching back up with Y/n she was walking around the isle with all the office supplies. Again, another moment of clarity like we were just a normal couple, with a normal life.

I passed the sticky notes, throwing a few packs in, Y/n had picked up a few other things. Again, we walked through, perusing around the different isle, sometimes Y/n would pick things up and show them to me.

We’d have a short laugh, and then she’d put it back. Y/n said we needed some more blankets, even if the bunker was climate controlled ‘it’s always nice to have so many blankets’ she had said once, and then she throw three or four blankets into the cart. “I don’t mind, baby.” I said as I pushed the cart following Y/n.

We skipped the clothing for some reason, not that I was really bothered by it. When we finally made it through the blankets, pillows, and furniture of ‘Target’ We had made it to the food, and medicines. All of sudden the list that I had in my mind appeared reminding me of why we were here. “Honey, I’m going to get the stuff for the bunker okay.” I said kissing her on her cheek.

Thinking for a quick second I kept the cart with me. “Be careful, and I’ll find you.” She said before walking away. I walked around looking for all the medical things that I needed for the hunts, grabbing a bit of food as well.

I saw Y/n waddle over with a few boxes in her hands. “So, I might have found a very time-consuming project for you to help with me with!” She said doing a little dance, before coming over to and showing me that she had picked up a few hair dyes boxes.

“You wanna do this?” I asked raising an eyebrow. All Y/n did was vigorously shake her head. “OKay, okay, okay. Don’t hurt yourself!” I said laughing a little before I took them from her hands and dropping them into the cart.

“Yay, I’m so excited. Ya know, this isn’t the first time I’ll be dying my hair.” Y/n said as she inter looped her arm with mine. “Really, do tell.” I said as we walked.

“Well right before I met you two Winchester boys, I had redyed my hair a deep purple, there was a time when my hair was blue, another time when I was a teenager, I had a undercut and then shaved it which was pretty cool.” Y/n said as we pulled up to a register. I pulled everything out and paid for it all, with a look coming from the young man at the register.

Y/n and I walked out again Y/n inter looping her arm with mine. I hadn’t realized how far I had parked until Y/n said something. “Why’d you have to park so far away” whining a little bit at the end of her sentence.

“Because have you met my brother, no scratch can come to this car.” I said wiggling my eyebrows. She giggled and helped put the bags into the trunk. I opened her door for her, and then put the cart away before getting into the driver's seat.

The drive was short back to the bunker, which was nice. I could see Y/n was excited to get her hair dyed. Again, when we made it to the bunker, I was careful to not nick Dean’s car as I backed in.

Y/n didn’t wait for the car engine to shut off before she had four bags on each arm. “Okay I’m ready!” She said walking towards the adjoining door. Looking at her and then the trunk I noticed she had left me the heaviest nags but also there was only two bags left. I grabbed them quickly and slammed the trunk shut, so I could open the door for her.

“Deanie Beanie, we are back!” Y/n said as she walked into the library. Setting the bags onto the table. “Y/n... Never again call me that.” Dean said rolling his eye, “So... you don’t want your prizes that I got for you?” Y/n said. Dean looked over at me for a second. “Well... maybe.” He spoke.

I handed him the pie after I set the bags on the table, Y/n shuffled through the bags pulling out a soft, king sized blanket. She gently slid it across the table “I thought you’d like it, but if not. I can always take it back Dean.” Y/n said.

It was silent for a moment and then Dean got up and walked over to Y/n hugged her tightly. “Thank you, Y/n. And thanks Sam for remembering the pie this time.” releasing Y/n from the hug. Taking his pie and new blanket with him before leaving the library to go to his bedroom.

“Good night you too!” He screamed half-way down the hallway. “Well, that went much better than predicted!” Y/n said. “I didn’t know that you bought a pie for him either.” She said before taking the rest of the stuff out of the Target bags.

“Well, years ago instead I got him cake, and he lost his shit. Then years before that I basically forgot to get him his pie.” I said shrugging my shoulders taking the food into the kitchen.

“Sammy!” Y/n said whining. “Yes dear.” I said as I walked back into the library. “When can we start to do my hair?” She said spinning around. Laughing a little “We can do it after we put everything away, sound good?” I asked.

A loud enough huff came from Y/n, “I guess... I don’t really have a say.” She said rushing past me and starting to put things away, to try and speed up the process. “Honey, why don’t you go grab a t-shirt you don’t mind getting icky, and come back to the library.” I said walking over to her and kissing her with passion. “Hmm, okay Sammy.”

I finished up putting everything away and made my way back into the library, in the corner Y/n and Dean had fashioned a mini living room, a little TV and a small love seat, along with Dean’s recliner.

I flipped through the channels looking for a movie to play, but all I found was classical movies something like ‘Gone with the wind’ and ‘Psycho’. It honestly was just there for background noise. I turned when her heard Y/n cough a little.

She had on one of my very old university shirts it hung past her thighs. She smiled slightly, and grabbed the boxes off the table. She throws it over to me catching it before it slammed into my face. “I’m going to get snacks, read the direction.” She yelled from the kitchen.

Y/n was shorter than I was, which ended up being very cute especially when she wears my shirts, it didn’t matter if they were flannels, my grey t-shirts, or my ginormous jackets, and sweatshirts. “Are you reading!” She yelled from the kitchen.

“Um, yeah.” I said as I fumbled with the box. When Y/n reentered the library, she had a bowl of popcorn balancing in her left hand, two bottled waters tucked under that arm, and many other boxes of chocolates in her other hand.

“How long do you think this process is going to take?” I asked. Not upset with spending to much with her, just wondering why she had some much food. “I don’t know smart boy read the box.” She winking at me and she placed the bowl of popcorn on the table.

Y/n sat down and let me read the box, she watched whatever was playing on the TV. “Okay, so I’d say and hour. Y/F/C is what you want? I know you grab other boxes?” I asked, “Yes dear, it’s the one I want.” She said getting up quickly.

“I have to get a old towel.” Y/n said before walking out of the library yet again. Finally, Y/n returned with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, “This is so you don’t make a mess baby.” She spoke. I rolled my eyes, and started to take the contents out of the box.

“Here, give it to me. I’ll mix all the stuff up, and all you have to do is put in my hair, and maybe wash my hair too.” She said gracefully taking the box out of my grasp. “Here’s your gloves, so your hands don’t stain.” Y/n said handing me gloves over her shoulder.

It was a few minutes and then she handed me a bottle and simply said. “Just pour it over my hair and massage it in, I guess.” She said looking over her shoulder. “Okay,” I said bending over kissing her nose gently.

The process went by quickly, every few minutes I'd stop to kiss Y/n temple, avoiding the hair dye that was close to her forehead. I set a timer on my phone something like twenty-five minutes, so I pulled the gloves off and stuffed them into the box, before coming sit down with Y/n.

Her eye becoming more and more hooded, she’d yawn and lift her arms up the shirt only rising more, all I could see was the skin on her thighs. It never stopped. “Do you want to watch something else, baby?” I asked her, ‘no’ she shook her head. “Okay, baby.” I said resting my hand on her exposed thigh.

Just like that my timer went off, “Baby, you ready?” I asked her, Y/n looked over at me and gave me a face like ‘really was that even a question’, “Duh I’m ready!” She said jumping up from the couch and running into the kitchen.

“Don’t forget the conditioner.” she yelled yet again from the kitchen. When I walked in, she was testing the temperature of the water, “We have to use kind of cold water.” I gave her a look of confusion wanting her to explain more.

“Because hot water will strip the color from my hair, crazy.” She said shrugging her shoulder and giggling before grabbing my hand and dragging me to sink. “Can you give me a little bit of a head massage, please Sam?” Y/n whispered.

Good thing that I was much taller than her, but regardless. There weren’t many times that Y/n would ask me for a massage, only when she was desperate for the touch of my hands. That was one of the first things Y/n had told me when we first got together. ‘I love your hands Sam’ she had said while she slowly grazed her rather smaller fingers against the palm of my hand.

Anyways, I also checked the temperature of the water, and started to wet Y/n’s hair, the color draining out, and when it cleared a bit. I heard Y/n say “You can use the conditioner now, remember massage please.” I smirked as I lightly grazed my hands through her soft locks, just gently massaging her neck and then rising up to her temple.

I heard the slip of two or three moans come from Y/n, I momentarily stopped taking a second to notice how the shirt had risen to the half cover her ass. She wore a pair of spanx under the shirt. “Sam” “Hmm?” I responded. “Can we kind of hurry this process my back is start to hurt.” She said a whine in her voice.

“Oh shit, yeah. Sorry.” I said spreading the rest of the conditioner through her hair and washing. turning off the faucet off, I wrapped the towel around her hair. “Thank you, baby. I bet it looks great” Y/n said.

Reaching on her tip-toes she gave me a slow and passionate kiss. My hands finding their way to her hips. “I love you, Sammy.” She said as her need for air overpowered our kiss. “I love you too baby, I love you too.”

Completed 03/04/2021

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 4 years

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Jungkook Prompt request:

1. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” 74. “I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

Y/n! Do you want to come watch a movie with me?

No honorifics? I’ll have to think about that then.

Sorry, noona! Will you please spend my day off with me? I really want to watch this movie with you.

What movie is it?

You’ll just have to come over and find out!

Is it Your Name again?

......

Jungkook 😂We’ve seen that movie together like 5 times already!

I know! But it’s my favorite. Pretty please 🥺

Nooo don’t give me that pouty eyes emoji

Noona 🥺🥺🥺 please 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Ugh fine! Fine. I’ll be there in like an hour.

🥺🥺🥺

.....30 minutes

🥰 yay! See you soon!

You quickly got yourself ready, not wanting to keep Jungkook waiting. You knew how much he loved his movie days with you and you always found it endearing that he wanted to spend his days off with you watching his favorite movie.

True to your word, you showed up at his apartment 29 minutes later. You knocked on the door and were almost immediately enveloped in a hug.

“I’m so happy to see you!”

“You too, Kook. How have you been? It’s been a while since I have seen you, did you get taller?” You try to reach up to ruffle his hair but he stands on his tip toes so you hand is just out of reach.

“I don’t think so. Maybe you just got shorter.” He teases. You stick your tongue out at him playfully and he laughs at you. You’ve always loved the sound of his laugh, frequently it sent butterflies into your stomach at the sound and the adorable way his nose scrunched up.

“So, shall we start our movie marathon night?” He nods his head and takes your hand to lead you to sit down on the couch with him. Skinship wasn’t unusual for the two of you. Often times by the end of the night Jungkook’s head would end up in your lap with your fingers carding through his hair. He always fell asleep so quickly whenever you played with his hair and it filled your heart with warmth to know he was able to relax that easily around you. After you are both settled on the couch, he starts the movie and sings along with every song that comes on, and humming along to the ones that didn’t have lyrics. You find yourself watching him and listening to him singing more than the actual movie. His voice made it feel like your soul was singing along with him.

About half way through the movie you can tell he stops paying attention and is fidgeting with his hands, like he’s afraid to bring something up. You let your hand move to his thigh and rest it there, giving him a comforting squeeze and a smile. His gaze meets yours only for a second before he looks away and turns his attention back towards the movie. He mumbles something but you don’t quite catch what he says, so you ask him to repeat himself.

“I said I really want a love like that someday.” Oh? That was new. In all the times you’ve been watching this movie with Jungkook he’s never actually told you why he likes it so much.

“Is that why you like watching it?”

“Yeah. It just, makes me think maybe someday I can have something like that. Although I know it’s not real but still. The idea that fate has tied us to someone and our souls are meant to be together is a wonderful thought. It gives me hope.”

“It is a rather romantic idea isn’t it? Have you ever been in love before?” He blushes all the way up to his ears.

“Um.. I mean.. not exactly? I’ve liked people before, but it’s never went any farther than that. I only want to fall in love once and that’s with the person I am meant to spend the rest of my life with. I want to hear the bells, you know like everything in this movie.” You can’t help but smile at that.

“I didn’t take you for the settling down type.”

“Really? Why?”

“I don’t know it’s just... you’re young. I figured you’d want to live up your 20′s like most guys would.” Jungkook scoffs at that.

“No thank you.”

“Have you kissed anyone before?”

Jungkook blushes even more at this questions and stutters so much you don’t quite understand what he said.

“What was that, Jungkook?”

“I said no. I haven’t.”

“Do you want to kiss someone?”

“W-why are you asking me that?”

“I’m just curious! Don’t you want to know what it’s like?”

“Well yeah but only if it’s with the right person! I don’t want it to be with someone who only likes me for my money or status. Or someone who might drop me right after they get what they want from me.”

“So you want it to be with someone you trust?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you met anyone like that?”

“Um.. I think so?”

“Someone I know?”

“Noona quit teasing me!” He grabs a cushion off the back of the couch and whacks you in the chest with it and you can’t help but let out a fit of laughter.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to tease you, I’m just curious is all. Because outside of BTS there are very few people you actually consider yourself close enough to that you would trust enough with that.” He grabs the pillow and holds it up to his face and mumbles something into it. You know it’s something he clearly didn’t want you to hear so you let it go, turning your attention back to the movie. You see Jungkook texting something out of the corner of your eye and a moment later your phone goes off. You lift an eyebrow at him questioningly but he doesn’t meet your gaze. He’s staring hard at the movie and clutching the cushion tightly to his chest. You open the message from him and what you read sends your heart thudding wildly in your chest.

It’s you.

Those two words cause your brain to cease functioning. You? Jungkook wants to kiss you? You stare at him but he seems to be too nervous to see your reaction as he continues to watch the movie. So you take out your phone and send him a message back.

You can kiss me if you want to, Kook.

He opens the message and you swear his eyes nearly pop out of his head as he reads it.

“R-really?!”

“Mhm. I’ve liked you for a while now, just didn’t think you’d be interested in me so I never said anything.”

“You really like me? You’re not just saying that because you feel bad for me or anything right?”

“Jungkook what kind of person do you think I am?”

“Right, you’re right I’m sorry. Forget I said that.” He looks down at his hands and picks at his nails nervously. You place your hand gently on his cheek and turn his gaze to face you.

“If you don’t want this you can tell me to stop, okay?” He nods but doesn’t make any movements to push you away. So you lean in and place a quick peck to his lips, not wanting to overwhelm him right off the bat. You pull away and he chases after your lips and presses yours back together. It’s at that moment that the bells chime at the end of the movie and Jungkook jumps a little in surprise. He knows it’s just the movie, but he can’t help but think maybe this was a sign that you were meant to be it for him. When you both finally pull away he’s smiling at you so widely you think surely his cheeks must be starting to hurt.

“So how was that for your first kiss?”

“It was more than anything I could have ever hoped for.” You smile back at him and settle into a comfortable silence, your head resting against his shoulder as he snakes his arm around your waist.

“Um.. y/n?”

“Hmm? Yeah?”

“What um... what does this make us?”

“What do you want it to make us, Kook? We’ll go at your pace, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I don’t know this is all new to me. I don’t know the order of things and how this is supposed to work. Like do I take you on dates first?”

“Let me ask you a question then. Would you be upset if I kissed someone else?”

“Yes.”

“If I went on dates with someone else?”

“Yes.”

“Then I think you want us to be exclusive right? Boyfriend and girlfriend? There isn’t an order to these things it’s just how comfortable you feel and how quickly or slowly you want to move with me.”

“Boyfriend sounds nice. I want you to call me that.”

“Okay then, boyfriend.” You peck his cheek and swear he looks like he’s going to combust. “You wanna watch another movie?”

“Sure. Yes. Another movie sounds fantastic, I’ll go pick one!” He flies off the couch and you can’t help but find him adorable.You weren’t expecting your movie night with him to turn out quite like this, but you can’t say you’re upset about it. When he pops another movie in and turns around and meets your gaze, his eyes are literally shining with how happy he looks. And it’s in that moment you resolve that you will never stop trying to make his eyes light up like that for the rest of your life. If Jungkook wants forever, then you are more than happy to give that to him.

#jungkook reaction #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine #jungkook drabble #jungkook fanfic #bts #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #reader x jungkook

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Week 8-i don’t even know anymore

Sorry for doing these big conglomerate posts, I only planned on doing it to catch up when I missed some weeks but now I have no idea where we even are in the timeline and when my work happened so. Yeah.

...soooo... things have changed a lot since my last blog post. A lot.

There’s a global pandemic going on right now, school and most businesses are closed, and life has drastically changed for everyone in the WORLD as everyone practice social distancing and self isolation and staying home unless otherwise necessary. It’s pretty freaking crazy! It was like, things started to happen in the United States and then maybe a week or two later classes were suspended for two weeks, then businesses were closing, then classes were suspended even longer, and then indefinitely. We had to wait a couple of weeks to know if and how we would have studio access. States issued shelter in place orders and travel restrictions and people are being arrested! Indiana was one of those places, and we managed to still be able to come to the studio as the dean and president of the school said we are essential, since it’s only a handful of people with studio access. But still shit is crazy! Cops are being sent to infected peoples houses to supervise if they refuse to quarantine! Like shit has really hit the fan for the first time in my, and I think most of our, lifetime(s)!

But, before all of that happened we unloaded the wood kiln. It was magical!

I did also finish my clam shell compact. It got fired and did not explode (yay, always an accomplishment) and I moved on to the next thing, being the butterfly.

At some point in there Ben Carter and Kate Johnston came to the studio and did demos and talks and they were both amazing and super fun, especially Kate, for me. She was so inspirational and so women-forward in her practice, I loved having her. And I helped lift her big pots which was super cool.

One of the last times I was in the studio before the world ended as we know it, I was working on building the platform for my two part mold of all my pads and tampons, and then later on pouring the plaster for the first half. We ran out of plaster and then shit hit the fan and school closed and brooklin dropped off some plaster from Mudworks at the studio for me to use. While I was using the studio during the shut down of everything, I finished printing the signatures in my book, poured the second half of that mold, and made another mold. When I was pouring the first half of my first mold one of the pads floated to the top, so I had to redo that one. (-_-)

I tried to prepare my bathtub and refinish it, but by the time I had all the materials Indiana issued the shelter-in-place and I took a bunch of stuff home to work on there in case anything else changed. I had plenty of stuff to finish at home before the shelter in place order was up and I figured it would be helpful. So I worked on my butterfly a bunch. I poured casts. I made my website. (Savannahferrellart.com)

I have everything I need to refinish my bathtub and I plan on going to the studio to do that soon, I have just been kind of nervous recently to go because Kentucky just issued a travel restriction. There’s no enforcement language in the executive order so I think I’ll be fine. My mom is sewing us all face masks to use with air filters in them so they’re as much protection as we can get. This is really hard, I’m not going to lie. I miss school and my friends really bad. It’s hard for me to find the motivation to work on thesis stuff when the world seems to be falling apart and were all so unsure about the future. I have to go to target to buy frames and other equipment for my installation and I am kind of dreading it because I don’t want people to think I’m an idiot who’s just shopping for whatever during a pandemic when everyone’s supposed to stay home. I also may or may not be able to thrift for and antique for all the extra little things in my show that I don’t already have, like the antique perfume bottles I talked about in my last post. I might be able to borrow some from my grandmother but who knows. But I’m working on my thesis this weekend and going to the studio and firing, glazing, lustering, refinishing, and printing next week and beyond up until installation and orals. I’m so excited for all this to be over so I can finally, FINALLY breathe a sigh of relief amidst all this chaos. Senior year is tough enough. This is just insanity.

#iusceramics #quarantine

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