#Pretty sure I can do enough work tonight to keep to my schedule--maybe even get a bit ahead

[yoon-kooks]

on mute | jjk

🦈pairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader

🦈genre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff

🦈summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

🦈word count: 10.7k

🦈warnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chances🤠

a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonus✨

You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently “went the extra mile” this week. You couldn’t care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when you’ve never seen him do extra work in the office. All he’s done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If that’s considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, he’s the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.

As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his face—Employee of the Week Jeon Jungkook. 

You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that you’d bumped into. He didn’t even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lap—that’s the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.

“Excuse me, kind sir,” you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.

The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. “Oh, Y/N, I didn’t know you were still here.”

“I mean, yeah, I’d be gone too if someone wasn’t blocking my way out.” In the year that you’ve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.

“What’s the rush? Got plans tonight?” He still doesn’t move out of the way. You didn’t expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that you’ve ever fantasized about it.

“Yeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.” You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, he’d probably use it against you somehow.

“Who’s Christina Lauren?” he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe that’d just encourage a threesome.

“My cat’s favorite romance writer?” You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.

“And you’re going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?”

“It’s Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.”

“Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie.” It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what he’d think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. It’d probably come as a shock to him considering he’s only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what you’re capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.

If only he knew.

“Tldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.” That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. You’ve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.

“What a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.” You don’t hate that he’s prolonging the conversation, but if he says “Lauren Christina” one more time, you’re gonna report him to HR.

“Same,” you chuckle. “Now please move so I can leave.”

He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boy’s eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.

“Coming or not?” you ask with a head tilt. If there’s one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, it’s that you always have someone who’ll walk you to your car when it’s dark out. That’s one of the things you know he does just for you.

On the elevator ride down, it’s just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. It’s a shame that he spends more time in your coworkers’ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, you’d—

“You should recommend a book for me,” he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.

“You don’t look like a reader.” You doubt he’d ever pick up a book over girls.

“I’ll read a book if you say it’s good.” Now he’s just sweet talking you, and you’re not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.

“Dating You/Hating You.” The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you can’t exactly vouch for how good it is since it’s the one you’re currently reading.

“Give me your best elevator pitch for it.” Haha, he thinks he’s so funny. (You laugh anyway.)

Persuasion is your thing, but you can’t give a proper elevator pitch for a book you haven’t actually finished yet. Moreover, you don’t know what kinds of genres he’d be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You don’t even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games. 

When you really think about it, there’s not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. He’s a mystery, but a charming one.

“It’ll give us something to talk about,” you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. “That’s my elevator pitch to you.”

“Not bad,” he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. “Is it by your cat’s favorite romance author?”

“It is,” you smile. It’s hard not to smile when you’re with him. “I can lend you my copy next week after I fin—”

“Jungkook!” The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. “Still down for drinks later at that place we talked about?”

You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook aren’t a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. He’s probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.

Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone else’s bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people he’d rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.

Nothing at all.

“Sorry about that.” He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.

You shake your head. “It’s alright. That’s what happens when you’re the popular guy.” And you mean it, too. You’re not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, there’s really nothing between you and him. There’s nothing he should feel sorry for.

“Hey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?” he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesn’t really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. “It’d be safer if you parked closer to the building.”

You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesn’t need to know it’s your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where he’s all yours.

“It doesn’t feel dangerous here at all.” Not when you’re with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driver’s seat.

“Yeah, totally not dangerous.” Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. “I look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your cat’s done with it.”

He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. “It’s Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.”

With a wave of your manicure, you’re off to your “urgent” Friday night plans.

When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldn’t stop mentioning earlier. 

It’s tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesn’t care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what he’d think, what he’d say, and what he’d do to your body. It’d probably be incredible—for one night—but that’d be the end of it. That’s how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.

The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. It’s fine, you tell yourself. You didn’t want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.

As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Can’t relate.

“So… How’d the date go?” asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.

“I didn’t end up going,” says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldn’t assume. As far as you know, he doesn’t have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that it’s any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.

“Is it because of You-know-who?” asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.

“Yep…” Nah, it can’t be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guy’s voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.

“Hey, CL,” the healer calls out your username. “Do you have a mic?”

Yes, you do have a mic. No, you’re not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but it’s not always fun when people realize you’re the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And they’ll only stop pestering you if you’re walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly don’t have in this game with your empty friend list. So you’d rather stay on mute for now.

“my mic is broken,” you type, “cat knocked it over.”

“Ah, that’s okay.” He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. “We were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.”

You? You’re not sure how you’re supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you haven’t had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other people’s love lives.

“maybe… can i get more context?”

Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or “Jklmnop” according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than you’d originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his “super hot” colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.

The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesn’t seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like he’s being friendzoned. And he’s been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but it’s just not doing the trick.

“i know a fuck boy too.” You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. “im not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that you’re willing to commit to something more serious.”

Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, you’d give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). He’s just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.

“and it’s very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,” you type, “this is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?”

Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if they’ve tried turning their computer off and on again.

“Oh, our guy here doesn’t ask people out. He’s the one getting asked out all the time,” Duelist #1 explains.

“It’s been a year and You-know-who hasn’t made a move on him, so that must mean she doesn’t like him,” Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.

“well @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.” Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe you’re just soft, but it’d mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. You’re sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. “you should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.”

You don’t get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.

Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.

“I’ll ask her if the opportunity arises,” Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. “Thanks bro.”

On Monday, you’re a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.

Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, “Up all night reading Lauren Christina?” He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that it’s Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. He’s just teasing you at this point.

“It’s Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,” you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldn’t feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. “I expect a full book report by Friday.”

“At least give me the weekend,” he frowns. It’s the most attractive frown you’ve ever seen.

“Sure, if that’s how you want to spend your weekend,” you yawn. Wouldn’t he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?

“That’s how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.” He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too. 

As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he won’t notice.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees it’s shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. He’s definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you should’ve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.

“You really like these guys, huh.” He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the shark’s gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but you’ll take it.

“What makes you say that?” You don’t ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. It’s just not on-brand for the professional image you’ve established here.

“Didn’t you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?” He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. He’s right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.

“Oh, right.” You’d forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. It’s almost endearing in a way.

You shouldn’t let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.

“By the way, how was your date?” As much as you hate to admit it, you’re curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, you’ll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.

“I didn’t go.”

“Oh,” you press a finger to your parted lips. That’s unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. “Did her cat die or something?”

“Why does someone’s cat need to die for the date to be canceled?”

“There must’ve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?”

“Is that what you really think of me, Y/N?” He cocks his head to the side because he’s a fuck boy and that’s what fuck boys do.

“That’s not what I think of you.” Another yawn slips from your mouth. “It’s just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, don’t you?”

He nods because he can’t argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.

“Anyway, I’m going to run to that coffee shop you won’t shut up about,” he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. “Need anything?”

“Hmm…” You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Lauren’s name, you won’t go so easy. “How about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brûlée topping? Please.”

“So… birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?” He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. “You’re gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.”

It’s a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesn’t matter if he knows the difference because you’re scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.

The “coffee shop you won’t shut up about” has been open for a few months now, and you’ve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?

“She’ll have a birthday cake frapp—”

“Don’t listen to him. I’ll get a birthday cake latte, please,” you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. “With oat milk and crème brûlée today.”

“Sure thing, Y/N,” she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. “Anything for you?”

“Just plain coffee, thanks,” he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he could’ve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didn’t have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldn’t shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.

As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. You’ve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasn’t happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books can’t compare to that. 

You’ve always been envious. Until today.

“That doesn’t look nearly as complex as it sounded,” Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brûlée on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. “I’ll let you try mine if you let me try yours.”

Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.

“Deal.” You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.

“I’m surprised you agreed to it,” he hums with a tiny bit of crème brûlée around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.

“I wanted you to try my special drink,” you say. It’s for the same reason you lent him your book—to let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.

“I’ll have to get it myself next time we come.” He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if “next time” and “we” imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because you’ll be the one to ask him next time. “What’s it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino… with crème brûlée?”

“Exactly,” you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. You’ll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isn’t looking. It’s something sweet to look forward to.

As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You don’t quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what you’re staring at.

“Boyfriend?” she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine. 

When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, “Boyfriend?”

“Stop,” you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. “Anyway… may I ask why you didn’t go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?” 

His eyes are wide. Probably because it’s not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why he’s sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. He’s not his usual self either.

“It was faster to reject her,” he shrugs. You didn’t realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didn’t seem like it with how he’d blocked your way out of the conference room.

“What were you in such a hurry for?”

“Isn’t it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?” He says it like you’re silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like he’d forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.

“It’s not unspoken if we talk about it,” you say softly. You’ve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you weren’t the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. “But yeah, it is our thing.”

The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You don’t know how else to explain it. He’s a fuck boy, but there’s something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.

You wonder if he’d ever let you in.

On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, you’re scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about him.” Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. “He’s such a hottie, by the way. Y’all are kinda cute together.”

A snort comes from right behind you. “Thank you,” says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It would’ve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you aren’t actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.

“Really?” You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as you’re both out the door.

“What?” What’s with that playful smile of his?

“You didn’t deny what she said.”

“A compliment’s a compliment, Y/N.”

“I didn’t mean the part about you being a hottie.” You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy you’ve ever seen, but he doesn’t need to hear that from your mouth. “I meant the part about you being my boyfriend.”

“You didn’t deny it earlier, either,” he shrugs. True. “Besides, isn’t that also a compliment?”

Now that he’s mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkook—to give the illusion that it’s you who’s got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.

“Hey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?” a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You don’t bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You don’t know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another male’s permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when you’re walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly can’t take a hint.

A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. It’s the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesn’t, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.

“You really showed him,” you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure you’re alright.

“Does that happen to you wherever you go?” he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.

“Usually when I’m out by myself.” Whether it’s the supermarket, the park, the office, you’ve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know you’re not the only one. ”But I’m used to it at this point.”

“Well, men are kind of shitty,” he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. You’ve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. It’s oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.

“I used to think that,” you admit as the two of you enter the office building. “But all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.”

For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.

“True. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isn’t that bad, huh.” He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. It’s a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. He’d handle you with so much care.

“You won’t let that go, will you?” you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. “Those baristas really think we’re dating now, you know.”

He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark. 

“I wonder why they think that about us.”

The second half of your day feels painfully long. It’s kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You can’t help it when he’s been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, there’s something so addicting about his company.

As you’re finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. It’s unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And it’s even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you can’t take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now you’re even more distracted.

“Hey, I saw you were online again last night,” says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. “Where was my invite?”

“Ah, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?” Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? “She helped me climb out of plat. She’s diamond.”

So what? That’s the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. You’re not a jealous person, but you are petty.

“How do you know she’s a she?” asks the engineer with plump lips.

“That’s what she told me,” Jungkook continues. “And it fits with the fact that she doesn’t use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.”

You nod along to that.

“What’s her username again? I wanna add her now,” the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.

“You just want to hit on her,” Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.

“Is she single? Or at least around our age?” asks the accountant.

“You guys are monsters,” Jungkook laughs. “I’ll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.”

“Fine,” they all agree reluctantly.

You convince yourself that you’re only eavesdropping because they’re talking too loud, but you’re actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girl’s game stats stack up against yours. You’re quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.

“It’s CL, remember?”

“Oh right.”

No, not right. That’s definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy you’ve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.

Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?

“Ready to head out?” Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like you’re about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. “Whoa there.”

“My bad, I thought you were the enemy.” You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.

He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. “Who’s the enemy?”

“Marketing?” You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.

“Ah,” he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. You’ve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. “Glad I’m not your enemy. Wouldn’t want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.”

He points to your pretty manicure. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he’s subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so there’s really no reason why he’d want to hold your hand.

So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. “Consider yourself stabbed.”

You try not to look at the boy’s wrinkly smile. But it’s incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the “it couple” of the office passing by. They don’t do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.

On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkook’s wrinkly smile. It’s making you sad.

“Can I ask you something?” he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. “How do you feel about dating a coworker?”

Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.

“You mean like Hyuna and Dawn?” You don’t have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, you’d do it too. But it doesn’t seem likely for you, and that’s what sucks.

“Just in general. Like, do you think it’s fine, or is it crossing the line?” he asks. Aha, you get it now. He’s asking for your opinion because he doesn’t want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.

“HR allows it, so I don’t really see a problem with it,” you answer honestly. Sure, you’d be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but you’re not going to be the one to ruin it for him.

“I’ve never seen you date anyone here, though.”

“Well I don’t get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.”

“What about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And don’t get me started on Kim Namjoon.” He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office who’ve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.

You’d love to know why he’s so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.

“Okay, I get it. I’ve been asked out a fair amount,” you sigh. “But it doesn’t really count if they aren’t the right person.”

That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear he’s a puppy. “Oh? Miss Y/N has a type?”

When you think about it, a few of the guys who’ve asked out were your type—smart, funny, hardworking—and yet you still said no. They’ve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. They’ve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.

“I wouldn’t exactly call it a type.” It’s a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. “It’s a little more complicated than that.”

You don’t like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He can’t hurt you if you stay silent.

As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. He’s awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.

“What if I told you there’s one more person in the office who’s interested in you?” he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.

The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.

You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesn’t know what to do with all this information.

You’d ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesn’t matter. You’d only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe he’s just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. It’s not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once he’s committed to someone else.

You’d rather walk alone at that point.

“A workplace romance sounds cool and all.” You point at the book in Jungkook’s hand while trying to keep a light tone. “But it’s just not for me. You know what I mean?”

He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. “Based on my history here, it’s probably not for me either.”

You know he’s poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesn’t actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he can’t chicken out now. As the person he’s confided in about his feelings, it’s your job to shower him with encouragement and support. You’ll have to wait until you’re back online, though.

On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a “mean taco salad” before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. You’ll try it when you get home.

Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.

Jungkook wasn’t lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a “mean taco salad.” Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no one’s going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself. 

It’s a little more see-through than you’re normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps you’re being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But it’s what you need right now because you’re desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with. 

It also couldn’t hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe you’ll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.

Unfortunately, there’s still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isn’t online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. You’re the team MVP for half those games—something you hadn’t achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. He’s a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. He’s lucky he hasn’t let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you can’t remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.

As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.

[Jklmnop is online!]

“wanna carry me to radiant?” he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.

“no,” you type as you join his party.

“what if i trade you my whale shark gun?”

“fine”

The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.

“It’s cute that you like that skin so much,” he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook weren’t the same person. There’s no mistaking that that’s the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasn’t capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. You’re just waiting for him to bring it up.

Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasn’t said anything about the mysterious You-know-who—which is weird, considering he wouldn’t shut up all weekend about how she’s “soft like a kitten” but “one that won’t hesitate to bring the claws out.” Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? He’s become a total cheeseball. And you can’t think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.

“any update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?” you type between rounds.

Jungkook’s character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until you’re the last one alive.

Usually in 1v5 situations like this, you’re great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you aren’t overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, you’re listening hard for the boy’s response to your question.

“Clutch this and I’ll give you an update on You-know-who,” he says after you cut the enemy team’s numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. That’s when you’ll swoop in and—

Your character falls face first into the snow. You’ve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.

At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.

“I’ve decided not to ask her out,” he says out of nowhere. “We have this wholesome thing between us, and it’s best if we keep it that way.”

“what makes you say that?” you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isn’t wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.

“Let’s just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized I’m not cut out for it.” He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? “She’s seen me going on date after date, and now I’m pretty sure I’ve scared her away from wanting any part of that.”

He’s not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much he’d cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know she’d fall for him too. There’s no doubt in your mind about that. It’s just a matter of him vocalizing it.

“i still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,” you type away as you get headshot from who knows where. 

“She can’t hurt me if I stay silent,” Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like he’s trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.

“gj,” one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a “good job.” The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You don’t feel like playing anymore, anyway.

Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. He’d try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure you’re safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because it’s what he’s done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize it’s not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.

You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple “good night😴” to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “It was indeed a mean taco salad”

Y/N🦈 [11:47PM] “Btw did you finish the book?👀”

Jungkook🥴 [11:48PM] “Finished it in 4 hours😌”

Y/N🦈 [11:49PM] “Wanna drop it off to me now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:49PM] “Now?”

Jungkook🥴 [11:50PM] “Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “Yes but my cat can’t fall asleep without his bedtime story”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “🥺”

Y/N🦈 [11:51PM] “^^^My cat”

Jungkook🥴 [11:54PM] “omw”

The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesn’t occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.

“All dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?” he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.

“I thought you said Christina Lauren doesn’t care about my lingerie.” You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkook’s sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course he’s hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesn’t have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.

“I stand by what I said.” He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. “It’s cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?”

“He is quite needy,” you play along. Too bad he’s already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldn’t mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.

“Well tell your needy cat I said goodnight.” He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didn’t call him all the way over here just for your cat’s sake.

“Jungkook,” you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.

He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. “Is this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?”

You shake your head. “It’s gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.”

“Whale shark gun?” He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. It’s aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).

“The one from the Gentle Giants collection,” you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. “In Valoranch.”

The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your “work from home” setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin Pokémon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea. 

Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. “Wait, you really play Valoranch? What’s your username?”

Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.

His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldn’t be doing.

“Then that means you know about…” He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.

You nod. “But I didn’t realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.”

“My voice and backstory didn’t give it away?” 

“It definitely sounded like you.” You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he can’t get a clear view of your face. “But how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still don’t know who she is, by the way.”

“You don’t?” Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boy’s face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldn’t beat himself up over the bizarre situation.

“Nope.” At least you don’t have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkook’s on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. “Regardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.”

The thing is, you don’t know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?

“Fine, you’ve convinced me. I’ll do it.” He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. “But only if you can figure out who it is.”

You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course you’ll lend an ear and play along if that’s what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you can’t say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that. 

“She’s on the design team.” Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces you’d actually recognize.

“She has the most complex coffee order I’ve ever seen.” More complex than yours?

“I impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.” Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.

“My second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.” Wait.

“And lastly, in case all of those other hints weren’t obvious enough, she has a needy cat who’s obsessed with Christina Lauren.” He strokes between your needy kitty’s ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat. 

Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets aren’t enough. And like a moth, you’re attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.

“Congratulations, you finally got the name right.” You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.

And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy who’s locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isn’t the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. You’d love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.

“I thought you said you weren’t down to date a coworker?” Smartass. You wouldn’t be sitting on top of his cock if you weren’t down to be more intimate with him.

“That only applies to everyone except you.” Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you aren’t cold anymore.

“What makes me so special?” he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie you’d secretly hoped he’d see on you.

You think about all the little things he does—he walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When he’s too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, you’ve come to realize this is his love language. 

“You might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me don’t go unnoticed.” You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesn’t initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. “Plus I think it’s really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.”

“That’s when I knew I was down bad.” The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. “I didn’t even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.”

“I knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,” you blurt out of nowhere.

“You did what, Y/N?”

“I started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?” Your face feels hot, but you aren’t complaining.

“Yes, ma’am.” His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.

In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, there’s no need to hide anymore. In fact, you’d be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.

Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.

He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasn’t giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.

“Am I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?” He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.

“No.” You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. “But I might be a little sore for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Is that how you like it?” He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell you’ve suffered through this year, you know it won’t take much for you to lose it. “Sure you can handle it?”

“Try me.” You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. You’re one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.

“Someone’s awfully eager,” he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contact—anywhere on your body will do.

“Yeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and it’d look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night having—” Your rambling is interrupted by the boy’s cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You don’t mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.

In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure you’re wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)

As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.

You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, you’re gonna have a difficult time holding on.

“I swear your nails are like cat claws,” he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.

“If I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isn’t afraid to bring her claws out,” you hum up at him.

“Hey, let’s not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.” There’s a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. “You weren’t supposed to hear that stuff.”

“Tell me something I’m supposed to hear,” you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.

“I would like to formally ask you out,” he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"

“You're a little late, buddy, but yes, I’ll go out with you,” you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering. 

Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.

You take a glance at the time on your phone. It’s getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:

A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.

B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computer’s still on.

C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.

None of those options sound like a bad idea when you’ve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.

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[happysadyoyo]

Oh, well, how about... since the librarian and diguised Sun met in winter, how about they got snowed inside one evening?

Like, the snow storm was supposted pass by according to prognostic, but, you know, the elements have zero respect for the metheorlogist hard work. So the storm really got them by surprize.

The younger siblins could either be with them or not, maybe having sleepover at a friend's house.

As usual, human disguise AU belongs to @pillowspace. It is *dead* at work rn and I'm trying a new energy drink so let's see how it goes.

Also I need a name for the little brother...

It's been getting darker earlier and earlier now, and Daylight Savings Time isn't helping matters. Usually, the head librarian tries to schedule you so you can leave before it's quite dark, but you've changed shifts with Jessica because her toddlers caught the flu from school. You're not envious, glad your brother is old enough to wash his hands and generally keep clean.

He's with the sitter now, and you're clearing off the last cart of returned books. Sun's tucked himself in the corner, nose in a book. You can just see the bright green of his scarf. Briefly, you wonder why he wears it like that even indoors. The thought is gone just as quickly.

"Are you sure you're okay walking me home tonight?" You ask as you pass by. "There's a snowstorm passing by. I don't want you to get caught in it if it decides to turn around."

"It's fine!" Sun isn't even startled by you talking. You hear him move as you wander off, feeling along the spines for an empty space. "I enjoy our walks, and the weather website said it was going to be to the south anyway."

"Mm. You shouldn't trust the website. I'm pretty sure meteorologists just throw darts at a weather map and report whatever it lands on." The books slide into place with the softest thump of bookcloth against wood. "It's getting dark too. I can walk on my own..." Not that you wanted to, not really. You had grown to love having Sun at your side. A small, selfish part of your mind wanted to ask him to walk with you after your job as a cleaner too.

You don't ask. You're certain he's got his own life after all. It would be far too much to ask him to take time out of even more evenings just because you don't like walking alone.

"I would hope they do more than that," Sun is saying, drawing your attention back to him. "There are meteorology books here in the library. It's a fascinating science."

You push the emptied cart to where he's sitting, propping yourself against it with one foot braced against the wheel to keep it from rolling off. "I should've guessed you would like meteorology."

"Why's that?"

You grin. "Your name of course."

Sun takes a second to process before he laughs, and you giggle alongside him, stifling the sound with the back of your hand. When you calm down, you stretch. "Okay, let me get my coat and we can head out."

"I'll wait by the door."

It takes you a few minutes, and you say goodnight to Gretchen before you bundle up. You rival Sun in terms of layers; your brother had insisted on making you into a human marshmallow to keep from getting cold and you could only indulge him. Besides, the scarf and earmuffs kept your nose and ears toasty warm.

Sun doesn't respond when you approach. "Are you ready to go?" You ask. Nothing. Cautiously, aware of his aversion to touch, you nudge at his upper arm. "Sun?"

"Huh? Oh. Hi. Sorry. I just didn't realize it'd gotten so dark so quickly." His voice is strangely flat, almost robotic.

"Are you okay?" You ask, and your hand lingers on his coat sleeve. It's meant to be comforting, but you're not sure he even notices.

"Yeah, yeah. It'll be fine." He seems to straighten up and finally notice your hand. His own lifts and you can feel him take yours. His grip is soft, like he expects you to pull away. You beam instead. "Ready to go?"

"Ready," you say, and push the door open. The cold immediately whips into your face, and you shrink into Sun's side. "Brrr. This is going to be a fun walk home."

You do notice Sun is quieter on the walk home, though you guess it's from having to walk in the increasing cold. It's starting to snow too, or maybe it had been for awhile and the wind is picking it up and tossing it back in both your faces. Intermittently, his grip will tighten on your hand, and you try to squeeze reassuringly.

It takes almost twice as long for you to get to the top of your street as usual, and the wind and snow are trying to pile on you both. "Sun, I don't think it's safe for you to try and walk home."

"I'll be fine," Sun says, his voice tense. But no, you're not allowing that, and you push against the wind to drag you both to your home.

It's an apartment building, with doors that open to exposed landings. It's a little quieter with the building blocking the worst of it, and you release Sun's hand to carefully stomp up the concrete steps. Your foot tries to slip, and Sun catches you by the back of your coat.

"Whoops, thank you." You shoot a smile in his general direction, and his head Bob's in acknowledgment. "My brother is going to be home. He's sweet, but if he's not asleep I might have to kick his butt."

"Is he very young then?" Sun asks. There's less tension in his voice, but you can tell he's still nervous. You can see his mittens fidgeting.

"He's eight." You fumble with your keys, pulling off a glove with your teeth to get a better grip. It dangles from your mouth. "So old enough to be a nuisance sometimes. He's a good kid normally."

The TV is on in the living room, playing Jeopardy quietly in the background. You can see Sarah curled up in one of your blankets on the couch. She moves as you stomp your way in, shaking off the snow. "Hey. He was worried about if you'd make it. I told him -- oh."

She must've noticed Sun. You gesture at your lanky friend with your bare hand as you unzip your coat with the other. "This is Sun. He's from the library. He's going to spend the night, at least until the storm's calmed down some."

"Oh...Kay." Sarah sounds unsure, but you shrug it off. "Well, he fell asleep an hour ago. Mom gave me some pot roast for you guys to split. I put your half in the fridge."

"Aw, tell her I said thank you," you say. You leave your coat and boots in a pile by the door even as Sarah pulls her things on. "Careful on the steps. It's icy."

"Of course. Mom will be by tomorrow afternoon. Good night." Sarah lingers a moment, clearly untrusting of Sun, but you wave her off, shivering in the open door until you hear the door under yours shut. Only then do you lock your own door, rubbing your arms briskly.

"It is cold," you complain, voice soft. "I'm going to make us some hot cocoa."

"I'm okay without any," Sun says, but you ignore him, walking into your narrow kitchen. The pot roast is front and center in the nearly empty fridge, and you tip it out onto a plate to reheat. The kettle still has water in it from this morning, so you turn on the stovetop, finding two mugs and the hot chocolate.

"Your home is nice," Sun says. He's at the entrance of the kitchen, making himself smaller as though he could take up less space. He seems a little too big and bright for the apartment, where almost everything is secondhand. "Did you decorate it yourself."

"Oh yes," you reply, mock serious. "That's why there's a big poster of robots fighting dinosaurs behind the TV." The microwave beeps, so you open it and turn the pot roast over, stabbing it a few times before it gets popped back in to finish. "We picked things out together."

"Your parents..."

You shrug, spooning hot chocolate mix and little hard marshmallows into each mug. "Gone. Been gone for awhile."

"Surely you have family then."

Sun's questions don't irritate you like it would if it were someone else. Maybe it's because he doesn't sound pitying or like he is doubting your ability to care for your little brother on your own.

Most people did. Most people saw you, all but legally blind and hardly an adult yourself, and decided you weren't fit to be his guardian. You tell yourself you don't care what they think.

You almost believe it.

"No one to speak of. Grandparents are dead or in a nursing home. We try to visit once a month, but it's hard when he's going to school." It's easy to talk to Sun. "Everyone else is out of state. My cousin mentioned taking him in last year, but it would mean a new school district and therapist and... It's not important." The kettle whistles, and you pull it off quickly, pouring it into both mugs. "Sorry it's not milk. I've not had a chance to run to the store so we're low on groceries."

"Thank you." Sun takes his mug dutifully, closing his hands to hold it close to his face. The microwave beeps again, and you pull the pot roast out, going to split it into two portions. "Oh, no. Don't do that. I'm not hungry, genuinely. I was feeling a little nauseous walking over."

"Oh. The smell isn't too much, is it?" You ask.

"No, no it's fine. I'll stick with my hot chocolate."

You're doubtful, but if he's feeling ill it would explain why he let you take his hand all the way here. You decide to leave it be, beelining to the couch to curl up with the blanket. Of course, it's big enough to share, though you're surprised when Sun sits and the couch seems to shift and drag you into his space. "Oh! Sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be so -- that's rude. Sorry. Here." You put your plate and mug on the floor to spread the blanket between the two of you. It's hard not to notice that while he's taken off the plastic outer coat he's still bundled up. The scarf is even in place. He must be freezing. Maybe you should turn the heat up.

"Thank you." Sun smooths the blanket between the two of you, and you tuck your feet up as you settle in with your meal. The pot roast is tender even now, melting in your mouth. You can't help but moan.

"It's so good," you say, stifling a yawn. With the hot chocolate and a hot meal, you're warming up. "I wish you could eat too. Ms. Wurthers makes the best food."

"I'm enjoying watching you eat," Sun said and that makes you warmer still.

You dig around for the remote, offering it to Sun. "Find something to watch. I think AMC starts playing some of those old horror movies around this time."

"You like those?" He does start clicking through, even as you shrug.

"Their delivery is different. Sometimes it feels like modern movies flattens everyone's emotions out so unless you can see their faces it's all the same. And our TV is rather small. But the old actors have so much drama and bravado. It's fun."

Sun settles on a channel that's playing an old ad for Chia pets. You keep eating, movements turning sluggish as you continue to warm up. Home is safe, and Sun is safe, apparently. You should've guessed that. "We can turn the lights off if you'd like," you offer, muffling a yawn.

"No." Sun speaks sharply, surprising you back to alertness. "I mean... No, it doesn't bother me at all. If you're tired though, you should go to bed."

"I'm fine." You gingerly touch Sun's arm again, disappointed when he pulls away. "I want to stay up til the weather clears enough for you to go home."

Sun's silence feels like a punch to the gut. You chew on the inside of your cheek, no longer hungry. "If the weather doesn't improve, you are also more than welcome to spend the night," you say, trying to ignore the tension between the two of you. "There's plenty of blankets and pillows, and you don't have to undress at all if you're uncomfortable. I might have some sweats that'll fit you actually. They're a bit too long for me but maybe--"

"It's okay," Sun says, interrupting. But it doesn't feel okay, you want to argue. You chew on the inside of your cheek instead, making yourself small against the couch. The commercials end, and a movie plays. It's a Western, and it's at the climax, the hero shooting down the villain in a classic duel. "You really should go to bed though. I don't want to be in the way."

"You're not!" It's not quite a yell; you're just being quietly insistent. "You're my friend Sunny. And that's enough for me." You know he is adverse to it, but you take his hand and hold it tightly. To your surprise, he doesn't pull away. He actually squeezes, letting his other hand rest on yours. You drop your hand on top of his, and he snorts.

"You win," he says, and you grin up at him, settling with your hands stacked together. The movie plays, and you catch yourself nodding off. You struggle to remain upright, but as the credits begin to roll, you begin to lean into Sun's weight. You're only kind of awake when your head rests against his shoulder. Part of you knows you should move. You're trapping him like this, and what if this is far too much contact for your friend? But it's comfortable and warm, and he's comfortable too.

It's been a long, long time since you'd been able to have someone over. A long, long time since you felt this safe with someone other than your brother. You try to move anyway, wanting to, you don't know, something. But Sun squeezes your hands, freeing one of his own to pull the blanket up over your shoulders.

"Sleep tight." And it's not quite his voice, but it's still Sun, and he wants you to stay.

So you stay, falling asleep as the snow continues to build up outside, drifting in and covering your tracks: the soft prints of your boots and the deep imprints left from your surprisingly heavy friend.

#fnaf dca #dca fandom #human disguise #daycare attendant #sun can force himself to stay in control with help from the streetlights but it is a struggle only won because Moon hasnt met you yet #and doesnt trust you #a little shorter than planned but i cant wrote the brother without a name

[madisonfilmss]

I Am Yours - austin x reader

Inspired by I Am Yours by Andy Grammer 

You would always be proud of Austin for chasing his dreams. You were proud to have a front row seat to his life changing. Most of the time. It was days like this you feel unworthy to be loved by Austin. It’s currently 10:30 your time which means it’s about 6:00 am Australia time. You haven’t been able to talk to him since yesterday morning due to your conflicting schedules. You would have gone with him to Australia but you had business back home you had to be present for. 

You have a tendency to overthink the littlest things, not just with your boyfriend but in general. If someone’s tone is off, you notice it and then think about it for the next month so not talking to Austin for as long as you have makes you believe the worst. 

He’s found somebody else. 

I should have gone with him. 

He forgot about me. 

Your phone rings and you look to see Austin’s contact photo flash on the screen. Your mood is ruined now. He’s gonna pick up on it. You can’t do it right now. You decline the call hoping to pull yourself together but Austin doesn’t give you the chance because he calls you back immediately. 

There’s nothing you can do because you know if you decline it again, he’s gonna be upset with you because you aren’t answering his calls. 

You slide your finger across the screen, his bright smile lighting up the screen. You decided to keep the phone laying on your desk, hoping to gain your composure before having Austin see you upset. 

“Hi love.” Austin says as the phone call connects. 

“Hi love.” you reply 

“Where’s my girl?” he asks curiously

“I have a lot of work to do tonight, babe. I’m so sorry.” 

Honestly you were doing whatever possible to get him to hang up. You wanted to overthink in peace. Maybe even sob into a pint of ice cream, 

“I know you and I know that’s a lie. You always make sure to have your work done just in case I call you.” 

Damn it. He knows you too damn well. 

“Not to mention, you haven’t made eye contact with me once. You only do that when you’re thinking. When you’re thinking, I lose my girl.”

“Austin, I’m fine.” you say trying to get him to focus on something other than you. 

“Hey, no, we don’t do that. Talk to me.” 

“It’s stupid.” 

“That is the furthest thing from the truth. If it’s on your mind, I would really like to be let in so I am able to help you. I understand if you don’t want to tell me everything right away. All I ask is for a little insight. It doesn’t have to be much.” 

“I understand.” you say. You take a moment to finally make eye contact with him. You realize what people mean when they say “Eyes are the windows to the soul.” As you look at Austin, you realize that his soul is made up entirely of you. 

What are you doing? Why aren’t you talking to him? He’s here for you. 

“If you need a minute, I’m happy to just sit here with you. You are allowed to tell me as little or as much as you would like. Take all the time you need.” 

You nod before closing your eyes and taking a deep breath, 

“It’s just– I’m not there with you and the time difference and the headlines and gossip. It makes me feel like you’re going to forget me. I’ve seen the paparazzi photos, Austin. You and Olivia look pretty damn cozy.” you take a breath trying to calm yourself down. 

You didn’t realize how upset you actually were about this whole situation. 

I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gotten so upset.” you say as you make eye contact with Austin. 

“Love, you have every right to be upset. I completely understand. Would I like you here by my side every minute? Yes. Do I wish when I got anxious before press and events you were by my side? Yes. Do I wish afterwards it was just the two of us? More than anything.” 

“Austin, please.” you practically beg him. You already feel bad enough not being there with him. 

“Just let me finish. There is a point to this. I promise.” he says. 

You look at him, waiting for him to continue. 

“I also know that you are kicking ass back at home and as much as I wish you were here with me, I could not be more proud of you.” 

Your eyes were welling with tears. 

“For years I have been lost. Lost without you. I didn’t understand what my purpose was in this life. But I know who I am now. I am yours.” 

You were full on sobbing now. 

“I am yours now and always. I wouldn’t dream to be anything more. You take my breath away every time. I honestly still can’t believe it when you say you’re mine.” 

This distance was hard on both of you but moments like this makes you stop and realize that you don’t want anybody else. 

“Love, I don’t think you will ever truly know how much you saved me. It was the first time that you smiled at me. I knew right then that I was put on this earth to love you.” 

“I will tell you that as much as I need to in order for you to believe it. I love you so much.” 

“I love you more than you know.” 

You were going to bed that night wondering how you got so lucky to be loved by Austin. 

#austin butler #austin butler fic #austin x reader #austin butler imagine #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler x reader #austin butler elvis #austin butler fanfic

[jeskoholic]

A Little Piece of You Chapter 19: One-Eyed Owl

This is a chapter from an on-going series. If you missed out on the previous entries, you can check my masterlist.

Previous chapter: Black Swan

Word count: 5,453

Tags: Male OC X Mina, Nurse Room, College Sweethearts TW: Mentions of Blood

Enjoy

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“Noona, I’m home. Are you here?” Yoon Jae-in’s voice announced, echoing across the seemingly empty apartment. He had just finished swapping his shoes for the indoor slip-ons, wrapping his hand further on the paper bag that he had with him. “There’s something that I’d like for you to see. Are you busy?”

Jae-in checked the small walk-in shelf of his noona’s shoe closet and found that her slip-ons were not present there. It was an immediate sign that she was not out for work and is lost somewhere in the apartment with him on that night. It was still early in the evening as well; a couple of minutes before seven PM was the perfect time for Jae-in to rush towards the local cake shop to get something for his beloved older sister.

Soon enough, soft and muffled food steps rustled over the carpeted floor followed by the figure of Bae Joohyun emerging from the bathroom. Unlike the usual presence of her being seen with all her breath-taking visuals to boot, Yoon Jae-in’s step sister wore a sleeveless green top and black shorts with her hair wrapped in plastic. She was also wearing a rejuvenating face mask over her beautiful visual, apparently attempting to keep it in place by walking in a rather awkward, back-inclined manner. The sight was hilarious for sure, but Jae-in always expected something to this degree anyway so it was pretty normal for him.

“This is such a wrong timing, Jae-in,” she said as she eyed her younger brother through the holes of the mask, speaking in an oddly muffled manner. In a matter hilarity, Jae-in found it strange how her neck was held so stiff as if she had a neck brace, all just to prevent her hair dressing and the mask from falling off. “I’m in the middle of my skincare as well as my hair spa. Can’t this wait a bit later?”

“I brought you a cake. I figured you needed a break of some form, so I got the sweet part of that break in this paper bag, noona.”

Just like that, Joohyun craned her neck and straightened up her body, apparently disregarding the attempt to hold her mask up high. Fortunately, it really did not fall off of any sorts and it stuck on her face.

“But it seems that you’re busy so I figured maybe—“

“I’m not busy,” she snapped. “Don’t you dare open that without me; this would not take that long to remove. Plus, I can do this later anyway. How come you didn’t mention getting some sweet stuff? I could have cooked dinner earlier so we can eat that sooner.”

Of course; she’s always like that. Noona does not always get these kinds of food because of her strict diet so I have to make every event special whenever we get these.

“Ah about that, don’t worry about it. I am actually in the mood to cook tonight and my school works have turned themselves down for the week, so my schedule is free. I’ll just make do of what we have at the fridge. You can relax your face for a bit, noona. I’ll take care of dinner for both of us.”

Even through the mask, Jae-in could clearly see Joohyun’s expression as her eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh wow, now that’s new! I certainly did not expect that from you. Well then, if you put it that way, it’s hard to decline. Go ahead and break a leg.”

“Of course noona, anything for my beautiful sister,” he said as he placed his bag over the couch. “I’ll make it light just so the cake won’t take too much space for you. I’ll consider how it would affect you, noona, especially with the cake here having to think about.”

Joohyun paused on the spot and gently tilted her head to the side.

“What is with you today, Yoon Jae-in? You seem to be in a really good mood. Did something amazing happen back at university, hmmm? I’m not complaining; it’s just… unusual. I like it though. Keep it up.”

“Ah, it’s really nothing noona. Maybe it’s just that I got all my dues done and also yeah, I’m in a good mood. So if I were you…”

Yoon Jae-in carefully walked towards the dining table, placed the bagful of cake over the surface and went behind his older sister. Gently, he softly ran his fingers over the wrap on his sister’s head before and moved to give a soft massage towards her neck and exposed shoulders. He gave a soft jolt towards her, startling Joohyun from where she stood before he poked the side of her waist.

“Yah…! I’m ticklish, stop it!”

“I’m just saying noona; relax for now because I got you covered. Don’t worry about me. Tonight, I’ll be serving you.”

“Aish, you stupid little bean; I love it when you’re being all thoughtful like this. You should go home every night on a good mood, but then again the sweets could get a dent on my waist here. Don’t burn the meat, okay?”

Joohyun, too, passed Jae-in as she finally headed back towards the bathroom once again. However, before she could make go past him completely, she made sure to poke Jae-in in the same manner that he did to her; a sharp-nailed index finger poking squarely on the side of his waist. That earned a good smile from Jae-in as he watched his step sister disappear towards the doors of their own bathroom.

Surely, his uplifted mood was caused by something that happened earlier that day. It was not even supposed to make sense on that regard and to the degree that he was actually experiencing, but he cannot control what he was supposed to feel. It was just that he was really, really happy. Having to cook for Irene was perhaps one of the good by-products of that uplifted mood.

BZZT

Right after Joohyun went back to the bathroom, Jae-in was about to head back towards his room to change clothes when he felt his phone vibrate on his pocket for the first time on that night. He hastily moved to fish it out, with his head hard-wired to check on it quickly only to disregard the moment that the notification was nothing of significant interest to him. That was already on the subconscious when he began to read the small bar right above the UI of his phone.

Instagram: Yoon Jae-in, your friend Ning Yizhuo posted for the first time after a while.

Ningning…?

I thought she’s inactive on these kinds of stuff. I recall her not being too fond of it.

I wonder what’s she’s up to as she barely has any social media presence of any kind.

Reflexively, he opened the application through the notification tab and sure enough Ningning’s first post after what he thought was months showed, glaring on his phone’s screen for him to see.

It was a simple post of Ningning’s selca with three different photos taken on what he assumed was her bedroom. She had different expressions throughout the three posts, but with each of the photos it caught the background of her bed and pillows; all quoted with the caption: ‘hello there, the angel from my nightmare’.

However, Jae-in’s eyes was quick to notice something that stood out on the all-peach mattress as well as the rest of the neatly arranged pillows. It was one glaring brown horse plushie that rested next to them, leaning on the bed’s headrest and showed itself on the camera ever so slightly. Clearly, even if it was so far he was sure to recognize the horse plushie that was there, for it was the very same horse plushie that he won and gave to Ningning when they went off to the arcade during Valentine’s Day.

“Wow, she actually kept that. That’s amazing,” he muttered to himself.

Yoon Jae-in then went on off to double tap the post, liking Ningning’s recent IG post before anyone else, and then left his phone at the dining table; intending to head back to his room and change his clothes for the night of cooking waiting for him.

---DAYS LATER---

As usual, I kept my normal pace consistent throughout that week to the point that it was almost close to the weekend again. I have no complaints whatsoever. This whole school-house routine with the occasional walk around courtesy of Shinwon and Dawn were starting to get really comfortable. The added factor that Joohyun-noona surprised me with a model kit for me to build, as a show of gratitude from all the small sweet treats and help I’ve been giving her for the past days, not only have I kept my attention glued onto heading home, I was actually looking forward to it. It was a very progressive hobby too; with how meticulous it looks, there’s no way that I’ll be able to do that in one month to say the least.

One Friday, I had to shelve that model since I had to work on a project due on the following week, paired with a classmate. I was heading off towards the large gymnasium/auditorium complex of NLIU to meet her and fetch a thumb drive from her as we agreed previously. Apparently, this classmate was a representative of the school’s basketball varsity team and surely this was the only reasonable time that we could meet each other without trouble on her schedule. Since the gymnasium was located up on the second floor of the building next to the library, I had to walk up a couple of stairs to go there. However, as I was nearing the peak of the flight, close towards the gate heading to the gym inside, my phone gave off another vibration because of an incoming notification.

1 New Message from: Kyungsoo

I immediately halted my pace at the moment that I reached the top, along with that was opening the rather unexpected chat from Doh Kyungsoo. However, I had a hint on what it was supposed to contain; it was pretty much the same chat that he’s been messaging me about for weeks now up until this point.

Kyungsoo: This might work out this time, Jae-in. We’re planning to head back to Skylight and get some drinks. I wonder if you want to go this time around. Hongseok’s taking care of everything again.

I knew it. Honestly, I still have no real intention to join them considering, well, I have a lot of stuff to do back home. However, despite me being silent on United Kwangya, Kyungsoo was the one who kept on messaging me for the invites; persistently asking if there was a possibility of me joining them regardless if I repeatedly decline or not. A part of me already wanted to go, this time for old time’s sake.

I’d lie if I’d say that I didn’t miss any of them one bit.

Kyungsoo: I don’t want you to say that I baited you in, but I’m sure you wanted to know. Soyeon’s actually joining us.

Oh…

Wow.

The timing is really strange.

If this particular hang out went on like how the rest of them have been doing it for the past weeks or so, I might have gone with them.

I don’t know… I’m sure that Soyeon showing up probably means that she’s ready to go back to the group as well, but a part of me was not yet ready to see her face to face. I think the same goes for her as well, especially knowing that I was the one who ‘broke-up’ with her, so to speak. Then again, this might be the chance for us to talk again and settle with being friends…

Still, the timing is so off. I really don’t feel like going now, knowing she’s there.

It’s not yet the time.

I’ll go ahead and see her soon, just not now. At this point if I would go, it would be just like forcing me to see her. I don’t want that to happen.

Jae-in: Sorry man, I got plans. Thank you for the invite, and I appreciate it as always.

Kyungsoo: No worries. Message me in case you change your mind.

Jae-in: I’ll do that in case there are changes. See you around man.

I knew that maybe Kyungsoo replied another message after what I had just sent him, but then I figured I already told him everything that I had to say so I just pocketed my phone again with no other thoughts ahead of me. With that, I beckoned myself inside the huge, high-ceilinged gymnasium of NLIU to meet this rather athletic group mate of mine, with the noise of the bouncing balls as well as the periodical shouts and grunts from the athletes greeting my eardrums as I moved to enter.

The NLIU Gymnasium was the large, dome-like establishment that stood a couple of metres away from the university library, with a spacious façade as soon as I exited the small entrance hallway. Bleachers lined its perimeter, surrounding the well-polished basketball court along with a curtained stage at the far left. The court seemed to be split in half at the moment, with two sport divisions practicing on each of the half-courts at the same time. To the right were the jersey-wearing young guys who were busy practising their dribbling techniques around various traffic cones. On my left were people dressed in minimal body gear as they practised fencing on wooden swords. The combination of the athletes as well as the noise coming from the common student standing by the gymnasium definitely made the environment lively.

I just don’t know how on earth I am supposed to find her in all of this. I can only see guys around here. Should I call her?

“Yoon Jae-in; I’m here,” I heard a voice call my name as if I just thought about that loud. I turned my head as I walked on the small pathway separating the main court line and the wall by a couple of metres, and immediately saw a short-haired girl dressed in matching red jerseys. She jogged towards me with a basketball on one hand and a thumb drive clearly on the other; her tied hair bounced carefully as she treaded the path heading to where I stopped and eventually stood upon.

“Hey, I’m sorry that I had to ask you to come here,” she breathed as soon as she was in front of me. Only now did I realize that she had a coach’s whistle draped around her neck and her forehead had beads of sweat. “I’m worried that I might not notice you. Good thing it was you whom I saw first as soon as I looked at the entrance by chance.”

“That’s fine. You seem to be really busy. Are you training with these guys?” I asked her as I took the drive from her.

“Ah, no; actually I’m the one training them. I’m actually in charge of training new varsity members so I really can’t just get out for a bit.”

“You train them? Wow, that’s amazing. I better get going then.”

“No it’s fine… if you want; you can stay for a bit. Anyway, I already did the necessary components for the reports and I compiled them there. You’re way better on writing than me, so I think you could provide a better and more coherent output than I would.”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s a pair’s work after all. I got this. Thank you for working hard, Ryujin. I think I need to go so that you can go back there and continue.”

“Alright; just message me if there’s anything else that you need.”

I nodded in response before watching the ever-so athletic Shin Ryujin jog her way back towards the dribbling guys, but not before dribbling the ball she held on her hand as well. I can’t help but be amused with how amazing she actually was despite being really timid on class. I never thought that she’d be the one teaching these younger dudes.

I immediately pocketed the drive as I walked, heading towards the same hallway I entered from to exit the gym for good. However, I was way too occupied on pocketing the drive that it fell out of my grasp and slid across the gym’s slippery and polished floor. Panicking, I rushed to fish it up, of which I eventually did, but as soon as I raised my head…

I saw a wooden pole hit the lower eyelid of my right eye, missing my main eye by mere millimetres before I stumbled, fell to the ground, and pain filled the right side of my face as everything went into a mess.

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It was an instant that Yoon Jae-in was singly teleported out of the gymnasium, as he even could not recall what really happened after his eye got hit. There was a brunt force that pushed him back followed by a sensation that felt like a punch on the face. He held on his cheek for as long as he could remember with the eventual commotion that surrounded him. Whatever happened was sure to be of a huge impact to him, considering he felt almost four to five people that help him up and carefully assisted him to the university’s emergency clinic.

Now, as he sat down on a reclined chair, things only began to register to his mind as the school nurse carefully bandaged his right eye. Spots of his own blood were clearly seen botched on the white fabric of his shirt, all the way down towards his arm. The small makeshift room he was brought in was sight; it was more akin to a dentist’s room more than anything else.

“Mr Yoon Jae-in, are you feeling alright now?” the school nurse asked him, Nurse Joy, while she carefully applied a piece of cotton over his wound. “Please keep your eye closed. This might sting a bit, so please hold it in.”

“Was the hit bad, ma’am?” Jae-in nervously asked, quite nervous at his first time being inside the school clinic on a major accident. “I… sort of black out after I got hit but I don’t remember passing out… everything felt vague.”

“You got hit by a fencing stick, Jae-in. It was so close that it hit your eyelid instead, missing your eye by a close margin. The blood stains you’re seeing on your clothes as well as your hands are the result of a small tear; it did graze a bit off of your skin but it’s nothing to worry about. I’m trying to disinfect the wound now and I’ll apply a bandage later so that the bruise that formed under your eye won’t be too obvious.”

“W-would I still be able to see…?”

To his surprise, Nurse Joy chuckled.

“Of course, Jae-in; don’t worry about that. Like I said, the stick barely missed your eye and hit your upper cheek instead, but grazing a bit of your skin in the process. It’s fortunate that, despite the damage, it’s just a minor thing that would heal given time. Now, for the meantime…”

She picked up a small ice-pack from the table nearby, placed it on Jae-in’s cheek and moved his hand to press on it. There was an immediate cooling sensation that spread towards his impacted region.

“Please hold that for a while. I’ll be back in about five minutes, okay? I’ll just need to run a quick errand. Just continue to press it carefully on the bruise until I get back,” she said, removing her gloves and disposing it on the bin below.

Jae-in barely even have any time to nod when Nurse Joy exited through the door in front of him. Even with the split-second frame of the door being open, he could have sworn he saw a couple of people standing in front of the door. One of them had a huge chance to be the person who accidentally shanked him.

He bore no grudges against whoever they were, for that matter. It was just that he was there when the even unfolded on an unfortunately timed matter. Luckily, throughout that ruckus of a commotion, even with his mind temporarily in shambles after that incident, he managed to keep hold of the drive Ryujin gave him previously, and now it was settling comfortably on the deepest corner of his pants’ pockets.

The underlying concern now was how bad his face actually looked like. It was a powerful and painful impact, judging by the feedback he was receiving even with just moving the pack with the smallest distance. There were no mirrors whatsoever inside the clinic, at least from the room where he was staying at, that he can actually check how bad his face looks like. It does feel painful, but what concerns him the most was how his sister would react to that once she’d see it. The way she would react to it might even be worse than how Jae-in faced the incident himself. She might assume a lot of things, which primarily would include him getting into a fight. With how protective she is towards his younger brother, there’s a huge chance that she might get really mad seeing him with a bruise under his right eye before he could even explain what really happened.

Yoon Jae-in awkwardly sat there tapping the ice pack against his face gently, allowing some of the condensed ice to trail down his cheek while he waited for the return of Nurse Joy. It was almost around five minutes that passed, with him carefully pressing the pack against his face in constant progression when the clinic’s door finally opened up.

“Nurse Joy, I think there’s a—“

And then, the world seemingly turned itself over.

The voice was already familiar the first time he heard it enter the room. There’s no denying that the soft, almost elegant an innocent-like aura belonged to a person he met on a couple of interesting situations, and that day seemed to be the most interesting of them all.

Myoui Mina continued to enter the secluded clinic room in a slower manner the moment she recognized who was seated on the chair. Gone were the specs that Jae-in previously saw her wear, of which he can now see the pure and captivating beauty of her presence. She was dressed in a simple jacket-shirt-jeans combination, along with a small bag slung over her shoulder, but her pure aura lifted her outfit in a completely different level.

“M-Mina…? That’s you, right…?” Jae-in asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

“Yoon Jae-in… I-I’m… I came here to run an errand for Nurse Joy. I did not expect to see you here.”

Mina fully entered the room and moved to close the door, but not before carefully checking the outer premises first.

“What happened to you?” she asked wit concern, eyeing the bruise that formed in Jae-in’s face as well as the ice pack that he was pressing against it. “Did you get in a fight?”

“Oh this…? It’s just an accident at the gym. I got shanked by a wooden sword and it luckily missed my eye and hit my cheek instead.”

“Is that true? Oh no, that must be really painful… d-did you get that treated already…?”

“Y-yeah, N-nurse Joy actually…”

To his surprise, Mina actually placed her bag beside the open table and quickly rummaged through the shelves searching for something. Moments later, she withdrew her hands holding a new pair of disposable gloves.

“Are you allowed to do that…?”

“I… I can take a look at it if you like,” she said in that similar soft voice of hers. “I used to be a voluntary intern here so… so I know a bit in treating those kinds of things.”

“Really…? Well, sure thing… I mean, it’s better if you’re going to check it instead of just me alone.”

“I promise I won’t make it worse,” she assured as she rolled up her sleeves and wore both the gloves over her slender hands. She then took a step closer to where Jae-in was seated and reached for the ice pack. “Can I have that…?”

Nervously, he let Mina take the ice pack from him and sat still. Despite only having one eye to see, It was more than enough for him to appreciate the details of Mina’s face as she moved closer, carefully eyeing the bruise on Yoon Jae-in’s cheek. She then moved the pack out of the way in order for her to gently caress the impacted area with her gloved hand.

“I think you’ve been pressing too hard on it,” she remarked. “It might give your skin more trouble than it already has. Here, let me demonstrate how you should do it.”

Mina unexpectedly fished Jae-in’s free arm from below and placed on the ice pack before holding it herself, all while she took the nearby stool and eventually sat on it. Myoui Mina and Yoon Jae-in sat opposite each other, with the young woman pressing the ice carefully against his skin while she held on to his hand.

Perhaps it was the silence that could be blamed for the rather awkward and wordless moments that followed after that. Jae-in’s heartbeat, his cheeks, his ears, everything was flaring up with just the simple act of Mina helping him compress and treat the injury as it is. It was certainly quite an unexpected turn for her to be the one to show up there, let alone be the one helping him on his injury in probably the sweetest manner ever. Not to mention, Mina’s face was so close to his that he could easily make up the details better than when he first saw her back at the library nor the cafeteria.

The silence was deafening, with only the source of noise coming from the periodical hallway noises from the outside of the clinic itself. Mina did not even notice that her pressing became softer and softer as the minutes went by. She could only blame it all on Jae-in, for as soon as their eyes met in that quiet room, she suddenly felt conscious of what she looked like. There was no real bit of thought she involved on that instance; just seeing Jae-in there made her concerned all of a sudden. Now, their face was so close that even she was starting to feel how awkward it was…

What is happening?

I don’t even know if my face is wet with water droplets or because of sweat.

“Am I interrupting something?” the voice of Nurse Joy said from the door. Apparently neither Jae-in nor Mina noticed that it even opened in the first place. That alone brought them back at the clinic after their minds mutually flew for a couple of minutes, maybe there was a little startle in there as well.

“N-nurse Joy… s-sorry,” Mina scrambled to get herself back on her feet, ultimately leaving Jae-in to hold on the cold press against his face. “I thought you were here and… it just so happened that I knew him to so I just—“

“It is fine, Mina-chan; there’s nothing to worry about. I just did not expect to see you here. You’ve never volunteered for an entire semester now, but it’s nice to see you take care of people again… interesting even, that you actually knew each other too…” she said with a teasing smile.

“I… I just happened to know him t-too…”

“In that case, do you mind if I leave him on your care then? I went back here in a rush because I’m dealing with another emergency case. Is that okay with you?”

“Y-yes… I’ll t-take care of him… I’ll manage…”

“Thank you so much, Mina! On that note, I’ll leave you two be. Just inform me if he’s going off so that I can make an incident report as well as an excuse slip. I’ll just be out so just approach me when you two are… done, you know?”

Mina deliberately ignored the odd tone and bowed in courtesy before Nurse Joy finally left the door, effectively having both herself and Yoon Jae-in in the company of each other again like before. The young man still had the cold press on his face, blushing for things he didn’t even know the reason for as he sat there with Mina. The entire atmosphere was starting to be awkwardly different and the only way he could think about was to bring the conversation down to the ground to lay out the comfort again.

“It’s crazy how we seem to meet on unfortunate circumstances,” Jae-in teased as soon as Mina moved to wipe the accumulated water from his face. “Last time that I saw you, I thought I would be standing still for lunch. Before that, I bumped into all your books.”

“Ah, I thought I was the only one who noticed. It’s interesting how I bump into you a lot these days as well. Also, I think the small graze on your eyelid is doing well now; it’s stopped from bleeding but it still has a bit of a swell. T-the problem is just the bruise on your eye. We’ve done enough compressing that it would be good for the meantime, but if you go out walking like that it would look as if you just got into a fight,” Mina said, examining the soft bruise of Jae-in on his face, unintentionally bringing her face closer to his once more. “But I think I have a solution for that.”

She immediately withdrew and went back towards the same shelve that she fished the gloves from, and then she emerged later holding a pack of what looked like medical eye-patches. Mina quickly fished a piece and stretched it out before proceeding to the waiting figure of Yoon Jae-in. He knew what was about to come but he was busy being frozen on the spot, still processing what was really going on with everything around him.

“Wear this for now. It might not conceal everything but at least you’ll not walk around looking like someone just punched you,” she began, and then carefully wrapped the strap around Jae-in’s head and eventually settling the patch on his bad eye. “You just need to routinely take care of that so that it would heal the quickest time.”

“T-thank you, Mina… this would be a huge help for me…” he replied.

However, the moment that Jae-in opened his eyes, Mina was busy writing something on a piece of paper before eventually handing it to him casually.

“Umm… what’s this for?”

“Please message or call me on this number… Nurse Joy put me in charge of you so I’d… I’d like to check on how you’re doing as well… that way I can instruct you how to treat your bruise better… I also included my social profile there in case you’re more into that…”

Oh wow…

That’s… that’s very thoughtful of her. Oh my god

“This is amazing Mina… you sure that Engineering was the right path that you took? You’d definitely be a good doctor, you know.”

Mina chuckled.

“Heh… it’s a tough choice but this is just a volunteer work for me… I guess it just so happened that I saw you here and I felt compelled to treat your injury and all… let’s just go with that. Umm… since we’re pretty much done here, I’ll just clean up so we can go on ahead and Nurse Joy could deal with the formalities now, shall we? I really… I really don’t want to deal with any of her thoughts in case that she’s having the wrong idea on what’s taking us so long in here….”

“Okay, okay… thank you. I promise I’ll message you about this and update you accordingly. I already feel better knowing I have a personal doctor. It’s not often that you bump into someone and they end up doing a huge favour for you twice, you know.”

With that, Mina responded on his statement with a very gummy smile. Jae-in already prepared to stand when Mina began to speak once again.

“Well, if you want to get even just by a bit… allow me to escort you back to your class. That way, I can be assured that you’ve arrived well knowing how you can only see half of what you’re used to.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let’s do that then.”

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Next Chapter: Angel with a Shotgun

#kpop series #kpop story #kpop fluff #aespa ningning #twice mina #itzy ryujin #red velvet joy #kpop fanfic

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mads how about mrs mac going into labour, maybe even when Ross is on tour

combining with I can’t stop thinking about Ross just being so soft and caring whilst wifey is in labour also hope you feel better soon darling ❤️ (and thank you! i'm not really. but it is what it is)

let's talk about keir's birth. i think it happens during a show at least somewhere in the uk, if not london itself, because there's no way ross (or any of the boys, or d word girlie coordinating things) would even chance him being in a different part of the world from you for at least a month and a half before your due date - which, by the way, is two weeks later than the date keir ended up arriving on. anyway, there's genuinely a show scheduled for that day, and you're chilling backstage at it, laughing at eilidh shoving hairclips into both her dad and matty's hair, when you start to feel a bit... odd. you go to the toilets, with d word girly (not dating matty at this point, btw) being like "hmmm you look a bit out of sorts. i'll come with you"; thank fuck she does, because pretty much as soon as the door to the girls' toilets closes behind you, your water breaks. you start to say "babe, please go and get ross", but she's one step ahead of you, bless her, like "i'll get him, i'll make sure matty's got eilidh, i'll make some calls", and then she hesitates like "are you sure you'll be ok on your own?" - you wave her off, and it's fine because ross is at your side in under a minute, checking to make sure you're alright and hugging you like "we're alright, everything's alright. just means we get to meet our boy sooner than we thought, yeah?", and you're genuinely quite calm. the same can't be said for the other room, where the tour promoter is genuinely trying to suggest that the gig tonight could still go ahead because "matty plays bass, right?" - matty literally puts his hands over eilidh's ears so she cant hear him say "i can, but also no fucking way am i missing this. this baby is basically another sibling for me. we're rescheduling the gig. end of", and then looks at girly to be like "is that going to be too much extra work for you, darling?", to which she's like "matty our friends are having a baby it's worth it" lol. it takes a while until your contractions are close enough that you can go to the hospital, but the couple of hours' wait is fairly pleasant; you're not in too much discomfort, and you're content to just sit with your husband and daughter (who is hyped about the happenings) and let everyone fuss over you. when it's almost time for keir to make his entrance, you kiss eilidh goodbye and tell her to be good for everyone while she waits for her baby brother, and she skips off with matty holding one hand and girly holding the other (hellish for them i fear) so everyone can congregate at adam's, before mark drops you and ross at the hospital. it's a quick labour, relatively straightforward, but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt like fuck; as you push, ross half-hugs you as best he can, kissing your forehead and reassuring you like "i know it hurts, my love, but you're almost there. a few more pushes, and we'll have our baby boy. doing so well, i love you so much". when keir starts to properly make his debut in the world, you clutch your husband's hand so tightly that it's probably agonising, but he doesn't mention it at all, just keeps cooing praises and brushing your hair from your face, while the midwives keep you updated on how, um, increasingly present keir is lmao. with a final push, he's here, tiny baby cries filling the air and mixing with sniffles from mum and dad - ross weeps when he gets to cut the umbilical cord, crying even harder when he watches you do skin to skin with your son and then when he gets to meet him for the first time himself. keir's a far less fussy baby than his sister was, so it isn't long before ross is sitting holding him against his chest while you sleep, just rubbing keir's tiny little back and feeling so overwhelmed that his boy is here and healthy and hopefully happy. yeah, it's all just so so soft and sweet <3

#mads answers asks #ross asks #fluff asks #dad!ross #keir #eilidh

[lolitafushiguro]

Soft, White Cotton (18+) Toji x Reader

Content Warning: Contains N/S/F/W / matured content. Please read at your own risk.

Lolita's note: I am so stressed and my schedule is packed. Perhaps writing a Toji smut would help me soothe my mood?

"You know you look like a hooker waiting for his client standing there." You walked towards the man standing by your car in the office's parking lot. Toji scoffs in reply.

"Are you embarrassed then?" He taunts.

You glance back at two of your co-workers who exchanged confused and shocked looks. They're probably thinking that you ー the most excellent worker in your department, who have received tons of praises and awards ー have stooped so low to see a deadbeat man every night and fuck him.

"If I am, then I would've declined your drink at the bar and called you a loser wishing for a good cunt." You bit back.

"Huh, touché." Toji laughs as he opens the car door for you.

You don't know how exactly you ended up in this situation. You were sure that you only wanted him for a night and that would be all. But when you woke up the next morning and saw him fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering the lower regions of his body, you knew that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand.

I mean, he is hot. Nice body. Big dick. Fucks good. Wears a condom upon request.

And if you force your way out of his inhibitions, you can take a shower peacefully after sex.

And tonight is just one of those days. You want himー no, you need himー after a long day of exhausting work.

The moment both car doors were closed he was all over you. He kissed you everywhere. You felt his scar grazing your soft lips and his tongue prying its way to open it. It felt hot, sloppy and impatient.

You hummed through the kiss as he pulls you on top of him, squeezing your ass tightly with his big hands.

"You're pretty fired up today, doll. Bad day at work?" Toji whispers to your ear as one of his hands snake under your skirt to palm your wetness, agonizingly slow.

You were about to say something when he suckled a hickey on your neck and inserted two fingers inside of you ー and you can't help but moan at the sudden, satisfying pain that were all too familiar to you by now.

Even though practically, you can't get used to it. You can't get used to him. You can't get used to how big he is.

"Please, just- just decide where we can do it." You breathed shakily. But Toji ignored you, wiped your smeared lipstick and unbuttoned your blouse, smirking in refusal.

He was about to rip it off (as he always does) when he noticed something different.

"Oh? White lace?" He asks, brows raised in curiosity.

"For fuck's sake, if you don't like it then we can stop. And it's not just lace. It's cotton with lace frills."

Toji laughs, and you can't tell if he mocks you or appreciates the thought of you putting this white lingerie set for him.

Why did you even do that anyway? It's not like you two share something serious. Maybe it's because you still want to keep him around. After all, the sexual compatibility between both of you is through the roof so it's more than enough for you to be satisfied.

Or at least that's what you thought.

It's not like I'm having thoughts of insecurity and shit like he'll get bored of me-

Toji puts you back on your seat and looks at your state, deep in thought.

"By any chance, did you wear this for me?"

That's all it took for you to kiss him again to save face from embarrassment.

"You're a mess." He chuckles. You scoff at that.

The drive back to your house was tense as fuck. Toji kept caressing your thigh with a smile on his face and you did your best to keep a straight face but to no avail.

Toji carried you with your legs wrapped around his torso and kissed you rough as you make your way to your bedroom. He then laid you down on your bed and proceeded to undress your wrinkled office uniform.

"Wait, I forgot something." You tell him, pushing him away from you as you walk to the bathroom.

You can hear him groan slightly but he obliged.

"I'll be right back."

When you came out wearing white thigh highs and the cotton-lace lingerie he clearly loved, Toji rose from his seat and pushed you roughly on the bed, again. To think that this night has been a series of déjà vu is laughable. But then again, how many times did he handle you roughly like this?

And how many times did you love it?

"I'm going to say this once. You look beautiful." Toji pushes away a strand of hair from your face.

"That's… oddly sweet of you. You're usually not like that." You chuckle.

Toji leans down at you and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then the either sides of your cheeks, and then your lips.

It's… intimate?

You want to say something but you figured it will ruin the mood. The man then cups your breasts and slowly unclasps your bra. A pop echoed lightly in the room when his lips left your neck as he trailed open mouthed kisses down to your tits.

Your thighs couldn't help themselves so you, in a growing pathetic state, start to rub them seeking relief as the wet patch on your panties grew bigger.

You practically grinded yourself up his cock as your wanton moans sweetly laced your room.

"Stay still for me darlin'. I want t' enjoy the feast you prepared for me." You want to laugh at his choice of words but you know he's being serious.

And so you obliged.

Like the bratty, but pliant little thing you are.

Toji carefully removed your panties and dragged his hands up and down your clothed legs, admiring the softness of the socks hugging your skin just the way he likes.

Huh, maybe he does like this after all.

The first lick was soothing. It was slow, but deliberate that it was almost romantic. Toji took his time and basked in your wet warmth ー in which you responded with content moans and closed eyes.

"Fuck… just like that."

His slow licks gradually became faster and you can feel his tongue switch from lapping at your clit and prying at your entrance.

"T-Toji… ah… w-wait…!"

Sex with him drives you insane.

You feel him smile beneath you as he continues his ministrations. You rock your hips up to his face to meet him and the rhythm of his tongue-fucking. Then just when you're reaching your climax he inserts two fingers and thrusts into you so quick you can hear the squelches of your pussy get louder.

"I'm close…!"

"Not yet, doll. C'mere, wanna feel ya inside me."

You whine at the abrupt orgasm denial but you did your best to wait for him patiently as he takes off his clothes.

Toji holds you by your waist and you take his cock in your hands as you grind your slit on it.

"Can I… suck on it?"

"I'm not in the mood for teasing, doll."

And with that he lifts you up and slams you on his cock, eliciting a lewd moan from you. You pawed on his back and suckled on his jaw as he uses your ass to fuck into you ruthlessly.

You really can't get enough of him.

It doesn't matter who he is or what he does. It doesn't matter if he's even a societal outcast or someone dangerous. It doesn't matter that you really don't know much about him outside sex.

Maybe you're abusing this, but what you know for yourself and what matters to you is that he's here, body entangled with you.

"T-Toji… fuck… so good!" You scream with wanton as he continues fucking you, cock diving into your warmth all the way to his hilt.

He holds your face and kisses you ー tongues dancing with each other. Your moans were muffled as he gives your breasts with a harsh squeeze, then he sucks on your nipple as if his life depended on it.

You find it funny sometimes ー how two strangers can share so little time with each other yet have sexual chemistry so intense one would think you've been married for years.

"A-aah! Shit, w-wait…!" You held onto him tighter and wrapped your legs around him as he folds you suddenly to a mating press, the sudden change of position stinging your already trembling body.

You closed your eyes and envisioned your juices coating your sexes ー a white ring of cum forming on Toji's cock ー

And you can't help but tighten around him.

"Fuck, what are you up to?" Toji's sweat trickles down your chest as he pushes into you harder, deeper and faster. You can't help but admire how much of sex machine the man above you is, that it almost makes you feel envious.

You clench around him tighter.

Toji rocks into you deeper.

"Get up, I need your hair." Toji flips you onto your stomach and lifts your ass up to him.

"Wh-what-"

Before you can even finish asking, he holds your hair and buries your head onto the mattress and ruts into you again. The squelches of your fucking echoes as skin slaps ー it was too erotic.

Your mind grows hazy as he practically treats you like his own personal fucktoy.

His other hand rubs your clit in rhythm with his fucking and you chant his name again and again ー all in the name of pleasure.

"Can't tighten around me now, huh? What, are ya losin' strength?" Toji mocks you and swats your hand away when you try to reach for his arms.

You prayed that whatever position he puts you in next, it would be the last because gods, you can't take this anymore.

As if the heavens heard your prayers, Toji shifted yourselves again in another position, a nelson.

He held your breasts and you grabbed on his burly arms as you fuck each other to oblivion.

Well, at least he does.

"Mmph! Oh my god! Faster, please!" No, you didn't want more. But your body betrays you.

Every single damn time.

"So, you're praisin' me now, huh. I always love your choice of words, doll." Toji groans into your ear as his pace starts to falter.

It's unfair. How this happens all the time. It's unfair that he can only treat you like this. You're too fragile to even land a single crack in him.

"Oh my…! S-slow down! Please…I'm close." You reach for him for a kiss and he gives it to you. He even starts to praise you and whisper sweet nothings to your ear saying how pretty you are and how good you feel ー in which he'd never done before.

And that's when you decided that he's awfully giving today.

You feel yourself squirt and your white, cotton socks were drenched. Toji doesn't stop at that. He continues to fuck you, seeking his own release.

"Gotta be a good girl and stay still for me."

His cum was white, warm and thick. You could practically feel it drip out of you as he pulls out.

Toji kisses your forehead and chuckles. Yet another endearing gesture that's unusual coming from him.

"You told me once that I have nothing special about me but my body. Well, I think I'm starting to believe it." He says out of the blue.

"Where did that come from?" You ask, confused.

Toji lays you down and stays beside you, with a look on his face you once again cannot read.

You both stay like that for a while, admiring each other in silence. Though you wish you could talk about your lives more.

But no, sex is sex. Sex will always be sex. That's all there is to it. You think to yourself.

Toji caresses your face once again, a content smirk displayed on his face. You can't help but do the same to him, admiring his rugged body ー his rugged heart.

"I should clean up." You say, making your way to the bathroom.

You wonder what changed between the two of you today.

And you wonder if this can do you more harm than any good.

ー Lolita

#lolita writes #jjk x reader #jjk smut #toji x reader #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #toji smut #toji angst #toji fluff

[colourfullsims]

DAY 3 | It Takes Two (4/6)

Nina: Hmm, now this is a turn of events I didn't foresee. Yana pulls Hikaru aside, originally only wanting to thank him for saving her tonight. But now it seems that these two are walking away with an alliance of sorts: keep each other safe long enough for them both to find who they want to go thru to the end with. Not a bad strategy. We'll have to wait and see just how successful this partnership will be.

Welp, viewers it's about that time that we send our islanders off to bed! But will they all stay put through the night?

@galaxsims-x @nilonne

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Yana: Hikaru!

Yana: I…I wanted to talk to you for a second. If that’s alright with you.

Hikaru: …Okay.

Yana: [in the DR] My best case scenario tonight was Ramone choosing me. When he went with Camryn instead, I was convinced it was a wrap for me. But here I am, still here somehow. I don’t know what to make of tonight’s results, or Hikaru’s decision. But I’m determined not to waste these next few days like I did the last.

Hikaru: What is it?

Yana: …I wanted to say thanks for choosing me tonight.

Hikaru: …You’re welcome. Though it isn’t like I had a lot left to choose from.

Yana: Okay, ouch. Even so, I’m grateful that I’ve got another chance to meet someone here. I also just wanted to get a general vibe check between you and me.

Hikaru: Vibe check?

Yana: Yeah, y’know, what this “is” so to speak. I heard you say that you had someone else in mind that you wanted to couple up with, so I assume you still want to talk to whoever that is.

Hikaru: Yeah… I definitely wasn’t considering this as anything more than a partnership of happenstance… Do you want it to be more?

Yana: Depends. What do you want?

Hikaru: Ideally? I need the flexibility to keep looking for that perfect match. I have plenty of unfinished business with who I wanted to couple up with. And I’m sure you’d want the freedom to find a guy who’s a little less…haughty…than me.

Yana: [chuckle] Maybe a little. But what I’m hearing is you want this to remain pretty casual and open. I can definitely work with that. I have someone in mind myself that I’m also looking to get closer to. Maybe we can keep each other safe while we figure our situations out.

Hikaru: …I think we have a deal.

#guess this means these two are cool now #definitely an odd pair #but we'll see what happens #another two for today! #back tomorrow with (fingers crossed) three more posts! #ts4 #sims 4 #love island challenge #ts4 love island challenge #sims 4 love island challenge #sims of color #colourfullsims #hikaru togami #yana maely joachim

[cellsshapedlikestars]

look, I missed WIP Wednesday, but whatever. Here’s WIP Thursday.

I wrote this in a sort of fever dream after remembering the show Business Proposal on Netflix.

I’m sharing here because it’s in my head and I need to get it out or else I won’t be able to work on my actual WIPs. I’m *really* trying to finish You on the Run. This is all I currently have written. Ignore any grammar or spelling issues, I was half watching Bachelor in Paradise while I wrote it.

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It takes less than two hours for his father to find him.

“Jaehaerys, there you are,” Rhaegar waltzes into his office without knocking, like he owns the place. Which, technically, he does, so Jon bites his tongue.

“Here I am,” he says back, though Rhaegar doesn't hear the sarcasm. Or maybe he does, and he's ignoring it.

“It's been too long,” Rhaegar hums, and when Jon looks up from his screen, he can see the frown on his father's face, and unease begins to build. Rhaegar doesn't frown very often, unless he's not getting his way. “You really shouldn't spend so much time up there.”

Jon resists the urge to roll his eyes. Rhaegar put him in charge of their Northern branch in White Harbor, and yet he isn't supposed to spend his time up there? What Jon assumes his father means is that it's harder to control him when he's not at headquarters.

He's proven correct with the next sentence out of Rhaegar's mouth. “We need to discuss your future.”

Jon leans back in his chair, wary, and waits for whatever his father is going to say next, though he thinks he knows what this is about. And sure enough-

“It's about time you settled down.”

“Not this again,” Jon groans, letting his head drop back and squeezing his eyes shut. He's been back for less than two hours, and already this.

“You have an obligation to this family.” He can tell Rhaegar is frowning again, even though Jon's eyes are still closed. “To uphold and further the family name.”

It takes all of his willpower not to remind Rhaegar that he'd spent a good fourteen years of his life not knowing the Family Name. Not until mom died and Rhaegar miraculously appeared to scoop him up and bring him into the fold. He'd grown up Jon Snow, not Jaehaerys Targaryen, no matter what Rhaegar insists on calling him.

“I've scheduled a date for you,” Rhaegar says, and Jon's eyes snap open and he sits bolt upright.

“No.”

“Yes.” Rhaegar's smiling now, a small tilt to his lips that Jon does not like at all. “Tonight.”

“No,” Jon tries again, but that smile doesn't disappear, and the dread builds in his stomach. “I have plans tonight.”

“You'll cancel them,” Rhaegar shrugs. “And any plans for the foreseeable future. I have dates lined up for the next month, and I'll keep making them until you find a wife.”

Panic rips through him, and he swallows against the rise of it. He needs to be calm and rational about this. He needs Rhaegar to listen.

“It's archaic,” he tries, though he knows this is probably the worst argument to start off with.

It's something he'd been horrified by when he was first brought into the Targaryen fold – the arranged marriages. Apparently it's extremely common and pretty much expected in the world of the ultra-wealthy to use marriages as alliances, as they call them, when in reality, they’re little more than business deals. A way to keep money within the upper echelons. He remembers when he first got here, he got along best with his aunt Dany, until they married her off at eighteen to some mogul over in Essos who manufactures parts for weapons. He hasn't seen much of her since. He thinks about her a lot, though. How she's doing, after being sold off like cattle.

“You've already married off everyone else, I'm just the spare. A bastard,” he tries to emphasize. “Who would want a match with me?”

“You're a Targaryen,” Rhaegar frowns even harder, and Jon can feel the argument slipping away from him. “And the fact that I've managed to schedule you three dates a week for the next month, with plenty more clamoring for a chance, will tell you just how sought after you are.”

Jon feels nausea roil in his stomach, and he knows he won't win this. There's only one solution, he needs to-

“And no running away,” Rhaegar interrupts his thoughts, as if he can see it in Jon's face. “If you do, I'll shut down the foundation.”

For a moment, the room goes silent, and Jon's sure he didn't just hear that. He couldn't have heard that.

The foundation - the Northern Children's Foundation, that he started five years ago. His side project, that he only got approval for because Rhaegar said the charity work made the company look good.

But for Jon, it isn't about the optics. It never was.

The North has some of the poorest cities in the entirety of Westeros. Last Hearth, Castle Black, all the tiny towns and villages dotted in the far North, beyond where the Wall used to stand. Places that barely get clean water, where drug use soars and alcoholism is rampant, where most kids drop out of school by the age of sixteen.

Jon knows. He used to be one of those kids.

“You wouldn't,” he says, laying his hands flat on his desk so Rhaegar won't see them shake.

“Well, I don't want to,” Rhaegar sighs. “But I will if you keep acting out.”

Again, Jon has to bite his tongue, he clenches his teeth together hard enough he thinks he might crack his molars. Acting out. As if he's a child throwing a tantrum, and not a full adult refusing to get roped into an arranged marriage.

“Once you're married and we've secured an alliance, you can run back up there and leave your wife here, for all I care,” Rhaegar waves his hands idly, as if it means nothing.

Jon sits and tries to think of a way out of this, but he can't see one. He might run the foundation, but it's his father's money that funds it.

It's his freedom, or his foundation.

He has to choose one, and he knows which one it will be. He'll choose the kids, the families, every time.

“Fine,” he finally grits out. “I'll get married. Who's my date?”

...

Sansa sits at her easel, letting her eyes go soft so her painting blurs a bit in her vision. The sunlight streaming through her window, the gentle breeze, the soft hum of her painting playlist filling the space – she feels inspiration flow through her, and she refocuses her eyes and dips her brush into the blue-green she's already mixed.

Her concentration is interrupted with the sharp chirp of her phone, and she huffs in annoyance. She swore she put it on silent.

That annoyance disappears quick enough when she sees the name on display, and she sets her brush down and picks up her phone.

“Hey Margie,” she says, tucking her cell between her shoulder and ear and picking up her brush again.

“I need your help,” Margie says, sounding harassed and stressed, completely jarring with the meditative atmosphere Sansa has worked so hard on creating. She sighs and sets her brush down again, the mood ruined.

“I thought you had everything set?” she asks, wiping her hands on her apron and swiveling around on her stool to start recapping her paints, so they don't dry out. When Margie's like this, conversations are never short.

“Set?”

“For tonight?”

“Ugh,” Margie groans, though it half sounds like a pathetic whine. “I had everything set. Then I got a call from Nana. She set me up on a date tonight.”

“So tell her you can't go,” Sansa suggests, though the minute the words leave her mouth, she regrets them. Margie's silent on the other end of the phone, and Sansa winces and says, “sorry.”

She's met Margie's grandmother a few times, and Sansa knows, just from those meetings, that there is no saying no to Olenna Tyrell.

“I need a favor,” Margie's tone changes, and Sansa recognizes it. It's the tone she uses when she's trying to get her way, and it usually works. “Go on the date for me.”

“What?” she laughs – actually laughs, because it's so ridiculous, she can't help herself.

“Please? Just... go, pretend to be me. Scare him off. You know the drill.”

Sansa rolls her eyes, remembering back to all of Margie's blind date stories – her different tactics for scaring the men away.

“Just tell your Nana you have something really important planned. She loves you, I'm sure she'll understand. She rescheduled that one date, remember?”

“Yeah, but that was with a Stokeworth,” Margie whines. “She won't reschedule this one. Apparently there's still a Targaryen out there without a ring, and Nana has decided this is our big chance to get in with them.”

“Why does that name sound familiar?” Sansa frowns.

Her parents are wealthy enough that she'd been sent to the same boarding school as Margie, but her family is nowhere near their level – nowhere near arranged marriage rich. She tries to remember if there was anyone named Targaryen at their school, but she comes up blank.

“They own Dracarys,” Margie explains, and that name absolutely rings a bell, and Sansa looks guiltily over at the tablet she uses for digital illustrations, the silver flame logo on the back.

“Right.”

It was originally an Essosi company, before they moved their headquarters over to Westeros a few decades ago, something about less restrictions on manufacturing, and now they're slowly taking over as the biggest tech company here, too.

It is wild how much Sansa knows about multi-billion dollar corporations, just from being friends with Margie.

“Please Sansa?” Margie isn't playing anymore, Sansa can hear the real distress underneath. “I can't miss Asha's birthday.”

Guilt and sadness clench in Sansa's stomach, and she brings a hand up to cover her eyes, because she already knows she's going to do it. How can she not?

When Margie had tried to explain to her grandmother that she was gay and didn't want to marry some male heir, Olenna Tyrell had shrugged, said 'that's what affairs are for', and continued to set her up on dates. Sansa had been horrified, and even more horrified when Margie wasn't. Margie had expected the reaction.

“I don't look anything like you,” Sansa says feebly, one last ditch effort.

“Please, Nana sends out the same headshot to everyone, it barely looks like me anyway, and you know I keep my socials private as fuck. I've been on a million dates and most of these guys wouldn't notice if I sent a walking bear in a wig.”

“So send a bear in a wig.”

“Sansa.”

“Fine,” she groans.

“Yes! Thank you!” The relief in Margie's voice is palpable, and Sansa resigns herself to this. “It'll be fine! You'll get a free meal and all you have to do is deal with some asshole for an hour or two. It's like you're going on a regular blind date, except at a nicer restaurant and I'll let you borrow my clothes.”

“And scare him off?” Sansa asks, trying to fight against her sudden bout of anxiety.

“Please,” Margie laughs.

The thing is, though, Sansa isn't Margaery. They're best friends, but they're so different that sometimes, Sansa wonders how they've lasted this long. Margie is... well, Margie, and Sansa has been told – more than once – that she is too nice for her own good. At first she'd taken it as a compliment, but as she gets older, she understands it isn't one. She has a hard time telling her own dates she isn't interested in a second, but maybe she'll be better at scaring one off for Margie. She's always been better at standing up for other people, more than herself.

“I love you,” Margie sighs, and it helps ease the anxiety that sits like a stone in the pit of her stomach.

“Love you, too. Now, go get ready for your actual date. And tell Asha I say happy birthday.”

Right, Sansa thinks as she hangs up. Go on a date, be as obnoxious as possible, scare away Whoever Targaryen. Easy enough.

...

Marriage.

It's not like he's opposed to the institution, it's just...

Jon sighs, and signals at a waiter to come refill his glass. He'd ordered a whiskey for himself, and a glass of red for his date, who is now verging on fifteen minutes late. Her bio – because apparently these families send out resumes for their eligible daughters – said she likes red wine. He doesn't remember much else, he'd barely skimmed it. He hadn't even looked at the picture.

It doesn't matter.

He's going to marry this girl, he's decided.

The idea of staying in King's Landing and going on three dates a week for an indefinite period of time makes him want to jump off a bridge, so he needs to get this over with. Unless she's the worst person in the entire world, he'll pick her. The end. He knows Rhaegar had frontloaded the dates with his favorites, so Jon will comply. He'll marry Rhaegar's top pick, Margaery Tyrell, and then he can finally get back to White Harbor. Back to his real life. She can stay down here if she wants, and Rhaegar will be so happy, maybe he'll be willing to loosen the purse strings even more. Jon could get a lot done at the foundation with extra money.

Finally, she appears at the table, and Jon takes in the sleek black dress, the heels, the designer purse. Then, the giant sunglasses on her face, even though it's evening and she's inside now. Her hair is perfectly curled, with highlights that offset the chestnut color. She must have extensions in or something, because it seems like a lot of hair, and so shiny he swears it looks a bit fake.

He stands, but she pulls out her own chair and drops into it before he has time to do it, which is fine enough with him. He doesn't mind pulling out chairs, but he also likes his partner being able to handle herself.

She takes off her sunglasses with a sigh, as if she's annoyed to be here, and Jon wonders if she feels like he does about all this. That's... a surprise. A pleasant surprise, actually. And if he's going to be pleasantly surprised, he might as well go ahead and notice that she's gorgeous. There's a small part of his brain that perks up, that thinks maybe this isn't so terrible an idea after all.

“What's this?” she asks, before she even introduces herself, or asks his name. She likely knows his name, just like he knows hers, but still, it would be polite to do introductions first.

“Uh, red wine?” he answers, when he sees her gesture at the glass waiting for her.

“I prefer white,” she sniffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Jon doesn't know how to respond to that, the disdainful way she says it, like he's an idiot for not knowing.

“Sorry,” he says, forcing a casual, pleasant smile on his face. “Your grandmother sent us a list, it said you liked red.”

For a moment Margaery's eyes go wide, before her expression seems to ice over. “Well, red was my favorite, but then Jessalyn said her favorite was red and I can't like the same things as Jessalyn.”

Jon blinks, utterly confused. Who the fuck is Jessalyn. “Alright,” is all he says, reaching for his glass of whiskey, though it's already his second and he needs to slow down. Any hope that this might not be completely horrible is fading away, fast.

Just get through the date, he tells himself. Get through the date, and then... marry her. That's the plan, isn't it? Marry this complete stranger, who showed up to the date nearly twenty minutes late and seems annoyed with him that he doesn't know Jessalyn's preferred wine.

Gods, he can't do this.

But then the idea of more dates like this.

He tries to think about the NCF. His big plans to lobby for better infrastructure in the far North. He needs the Targaryen money for that. He needs the name.

“Your hair's long,” she says, and Jon comes back to the conversation to see her lip curled into an obvious sneer she makes no effort to hide.

Once again, he pushes down his annoyance, the biting response on the tip of his tongue. Luckily, he has a lot of practice with that, considering who his father is. He forces another easy smile onto his face, leaning back in his chair as casually as he can.

“It's actually shorter than it used to be. I run the White Harbor branch for Dracarys,” he says, “longer hair is more traditional, I wanted to fit in.”

Not a complete lie, and less embarrassing than the truth. The truth was, he got so overwhelmed in his first months up there - being suddenly thrust in charge of an entire branch at too young an age - that he barely slept or ate, and he certainly never scheduled himself a haircut. At this point, though, he swears he's keeping it long just to watch Rhaegar get pissy over it every time he comes back to King's Landing.

“Where are you from?” he tries, hoping to steer the conversation into something less... hostile. That's the feeling he's getting from her. The vibe, as Aegon would call it.

#jonsa #literal nonsense #hopefully this gets it out of my system and i can FOCUS

[nyrator]

Got the Rotten Nyan tumblr queued up with art I've neglected to post on there.. keeping a few more sketchy doodley art still on Twitter/the website, but should be all up a little after midnight my time~

... still feel really self conscious with the kind of content I've been making vent art of lately, please don't be afraid to message me with any concerns or criticisms... I tried tagging it all with a custom warning tag (that way it won't nuke the post, I think...) hopefully that's enough... if not hopefully people let me that as well

In other life news, I'm seeing a therapist, got a job, etc~ More in the cut

So, yeah. Life.

Still a vtuber, but feels like I've stalled lately... Not in terms of growth (if anything I keep growing), but in terms of motivation. I have a list of games to play, but I just can't focus on playing games anymore, it's rough.. mostly do zatsus, but even those are pretty hit or miss and sometimes I spiral into really dumb personal unprofessional rambles...

My art commissions are picking up- more than I can handle, honestly... My clients have gotten pretty big and it's getting me recognition, I have a few big offers in store once I can get around to them and I'm excited about it... but commissions are hard. I'm going to raise prices in January, and I try to accept five a month... but I can't keep up. I can't even do one a month it feels like... And yet I keep getting dozens of requests..

So in spite of this, because of my own doing and lack of doing, I've been bleeding a lot of money. I'm at a dangerous point of money... so I finally got a seasonal job at a local chocolate shop.

Haaaaaaaa.....

It's rough... I was in a huge depression over it, and I still don't want to work... The people are nice, the hours are light, and the pay is better than expected, but it's still so stressful... My social anxiety is terrible lately, it makes me want to curl into a ball and cry. I can't stand it, I can't stand being seen, I can't focus or memorize anything on the register, I can't handle dealing with customers or fast-paced environments...

They say the season lasts until Easter because of the nature of the store, but maybe I'll leave after Christmas time if it doesn't work out.. It's really a pain, and also could affect things like my food stamps and subsidized rent. Plus, the gas I have to spend, the clothes I had to buy, etc etc.. I wonder if it'll be worth it (probably, but nyeh)

I'm in need of money, though... one, my phone is on its last legs. The battery barely lasts an hour, it's very slow and unresponsive, and the 32 GB of storage is becoming more and more unwieldy.. Going to maybe buy one tonight...

My throat is also been a mess lately- I've had trouble swallowing, to the point I was unable to eat anything without a 50-50 chance of just choking on it. Drinking water was like waterboarding, it was like I was drowning. After raising my mattress, it's helped a lot, but not entirely, so I think it's something to do with scarring thanks to acid reflux- been trying to get an endoscopy for a year and finally have one scheduled in mid December. I'm worried how much it might cost.. hoping insurance covers it, but I still had to pay almost a thousand for my colonoscopy a few years back, which terrifies me...

Other small things- items I'd like to own, taking care of Bootsie (she's fine but overdue for a checkup and she's like 13 years old), etc.

But yeah, therapy. Also started taking that- we're trying to avoid me taking any medication, but I'm afraid I might need it.. I see her every week and I've been going since early October, and she seems like a decent therapist- she's the same age as me and understands a lot of internet culture, which.. is weird to talk to someone like that who "gets it" (she's a cosplayer, for example, and knows of vtubers), but it's nice.

Been reliving a lot of past stuffs... Been trying to improve, had some good phases, but fell back apart recently and not sure how far I can really get... keeping my apartment clean is hard, feeding myself is hard, drawing and doing anything is hard. I don't watch any media these days besides some indie vtubers I know, I don't really do much of anything but be depressed.

My biggest issue, as always, is my complex/trauma/whatever you want to call it... I've started trying to embrace it the past year. I've openly admitted to it, I made an alternate Twitter account for vent art of it, etc. But it makes me hate myself so much... It's become an addiction it feels like. Do I let it consume me and fully embrace it, even though it will push people away and make people think worse of me? Even though it will attract strange people who want creepy things from me? Even though it's expensive and gross and exhausting and uncomfortable to manage?

Or do I try to quit cold turkey? Get it all out of my system, and then never talk about it again. Delete the vent account, stop drawing it, stop being paranoid without things to take care of it, and just move on. I don't know. It's a part of me. But I hate it. And I really hate myself for it, it's my biggest tool to hate myself with.

But I've tried to embraced it, and that's what the RN update will have, and I apologize for it. I don't know how to move forward now. Therapy reopened a lot of thoughts about it- it really is a weird trauma, and a lot of it stems from my childhood... I want it gone. I want to be okay and not hurt myself mentally...

But such is life I supposeee. Again, I apologize that most of my art lately has been venting about it.. even if I embrace it, I don't want to be exclusively that kind of artist, you know? It's just one of many aspects. But it's invasive. And I don't want it to be invasive, but I don't know how to handle it.

The main goal of therapy is to get me drawing again. To give me what I've lost- a drive and motivation to continue. It feels like I just go through the motions when I draw. It's awful. I can't picture anything, no ideas. Rotten Nyan is completely stagnant lately. I don't know what to do about it. Life is just empty and depressing, it feels like. I gave up on myself, and now I don't know how to un-give up. But that's what therapy's for. Hopefully it helps... She brought up medication again, and I wonder if I should try it at this rate...

My anxiety is very bad. I end up relying on my complex trauma coping methods a lot when anxious. It's embarrassing and gross. And it just fuels my anxiety more using those things. I can't stand driving, or being around people, or crowded situations. I can't handle stress, or excitement, or being praised, or anything. My nerves are shot and I just have to curl into a ball. I don't know how I'm going to improve, but I have to try...

And then my focus, which I just can't focus at all anymore.. I don't know if it's depression/anxiety, ADHD, or what, but I just can't focus at all. It's awful. Very forgetful, very not-able-to-draw.

Otherwise, not much different. Got the new Nagata Kabi manga (I still worry about her a lot... she's so relatable though, she speaks to me, but she flares my anxiety like crazy too...) Still obsessed with my Disney anime boy gacha game, it's great, Vil's great. Vil, Cater, Lilia, Jade... so many good characters....

I guess that's all for now. Hope everyone has a happy thanksgiving- will keep doing what I can to try to improve.

And again, I'm really sorry about my art output and that most of it is just gross vent art about a gross personal trauma... I'm sorry...

#text stuffs

[laceyeb]

If you don’t want to read an essay about my experience, you can skip this.

But holy fucking shit. I did it.

So I took my iPad to work this morning and connected to the hotspot on my phone because I couldn’t get on ticketmaster via the work wifi. Fair enough. I got all set up, brought the site up at about 9:30 for the presale that started at 10:00, and I was ready to go. My students were working independently because I told them we were going to do an “experiment” and see if they could actually figure out how to work on their assignment on their own without me giving them the instructions a million times and I bribed them with class points. My students very conveniently have recess at 9:59. (Total coincidence. That is their actual recess time.) Then 10:00 came and went and nothing happened. The screen was loading and loading and loading and then it popped up with the date and time for regular tickets. I knew that was wrong.

At about 10:07, I went to the ticketmaster twitter and saw that west coast presale had been rescheduled for 3PM. At least a was then able to calm down for a bit, but we had TWO parent teacher conferences scheduled at 3:00! All the 7th grade teachers were meeting together to do the conferences. I finally was able to slide my iPad over and get into the waiting room at about 2:50. I left it on a desk behind me, but another teacher saw me keep glancing back at it. Jokingly she said, “What are you doing? Trying to get Taylor Swift tickets or something?” To which I responded, “YES I AM IM VERY STRESSED!” Something like that. (She basically said, “Well get me one too!” So we’re going together! She’s also very excited!) The queue started at 3:00 and I saw the dreaded “2,000+ people ahead of you.” I did not panic, but I did sit there and watch the thing not move AT ALL. I was ultimately waiting about an hour and ten minutes before I got to look at tickets. I know people were waiting for hours, so I think that was pretty good! The little slider showing where I was at started moving, but the 2,000+ did not. Very suddenly at about 4:05, my number dropped to about 1400. Then suddenly 1100, then 400, then like 40 all in about two minutes. I was getting all worked up. The other teachers in the room looked a little frightened, but luckily our conferences were done.

When I got in to get tickets, there were not a lot left and they were disappearing under my fingers as I was trying to click on them. It was very chaotic. The stupid credit card company sent me THREE codes to ensure it was me AND I got a fraud alert message. But I finally got through all of that and got our tickets! I was freaking out. Another teacher was freaking out on my behalf. The PE teacher was giving me fist bumps. It all still feels like a dream.

Maybe a minute later, three of my seventh grade girls walked in because they had a basketball game tonight and I saw them and I said, “OH MY GOD GUESS WHAT I JUST DID?!” And they all freaked out!

It was quite a day and I’m not even sure how to go on.

[is-this-a-sideblog]

Maybe i'm just super lazy or something but it feels like any time I try to use one of my campuses resources I have to go through a maze or jump through hoops or something. Two great examples of this is:

Trying to request help from a librarian

Trying to get help from the mental health services.

(I get kinda sappy and wierd, just warning you)

For some of my classes last semester, I had to find academic resources as well as primary material for a project. My best bet? Ask a librarian who specializes in the topic I'm covering. The thing is l: I can't just walk up to a librarian and ask for help. Not a problem, because I can schedule an appointment online, right? Maybe, if I ever find which of the hundred links will take me to that leads me to the form. Email them directly? Always get an email back saying they are out of the office. Just walk in and ask to talk to someone, ANYONE. Get an assistant librarian that tells me to look up the sources online (which I've been TRYING to do because the deadlines approaching and I need something) or even worse, directs me to the main website where somewhere, surely, a form to schedule a meeting with one of the main librarians.

Next is trying to reach out to the CAPS services on campus. Idk if this happens to anyone else, but during the day I'm doing pretty well. I have classes and school work to keep me busy and if nothing else, I can go for a walk around campus.

It's at night that I feel like shit when all of my thoughts come rushing in. Without going in to too much detail about whats making me upset, just know I don't have many people that I feel comfortable talking to. My roomate? I love her to death, but not a chance. My best friend? Why bother her more than I need to. My family? Part of my unhappy thoughts involve them. Besides, I wasn't really raised to be that expressive.

So that leads me to the free and (hopefully) confidential mental health services on campus. Every time I feel brave enough to fill out a form to get a meeting, the website says "fuck you pal." It's always temporarily unavailable. Just tonight I've figured out why. You can only fill out a form in between 7:30 am and 4:30 pm. Since I usually feel fine around those times, I never think to do it. When I wake up innthe morning I've got enough to do that I just think I was being dramatic the night before and that everything's fine.

But how many times am I just being dramatic when it's the same thoughts over and over again at least three or four times a week at night?

Idk, just venting about this made me feel a bit better. I guess this sideblog will be my diary now lol. I always feel better when I write this kind of thing down because it gets out of my head and somewhere where I can reread my emotions.

That being said, I'm going to post it with just a few tags so if on the very off chance someone sees this, I can kinda see if it's just me being silly or not.

K bye.

#college #mental health #? i guess

[astrellium]

Multitasking by writing Tailor AU fic in my head while rushing to finish this sewing project

#I can do it! Worst case scenario I end up sleeping on the train #Pretty sure I can do enough work tonight to keep to my schedule--maybe even get a bit ahead? #Problem is I still have to domost of the hard stuff tomorrow lmao #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #Oh but the payoff will be GREAT even if just for me

[kainscape]

Slashers with an S/O who talks in their sleep

@chibizombiebehindyou: Could you do the slashers (including Asa and Jesse) with a reader who talks in their sleep?

A/N: Decided to do this in a short prompt type of writing piece so I can practice writing short stories without going way overboard

A/N: okay maybe it’s not as short as I thought but hey, it’s not over 2 pages- yeah no it’s pretty lengthy 💀 and it’s not proofread ‼️

Bo Sinclair

It was a consuming and bone-breaking job that the Sinclair brothers did. Therefore, sleep was never guaranteed. But, with you? You decided on your own that you would keep yourself awake to see Bo come home in one piece. He always brushed your worry off as your so called obsession with him. After a few times of butchering your sleep schedule, it wasn't long before you were fast asleep when Bo retuned home. He made his way up the stairs, shedding his boots at the top. Discarding his mechanic coveralls, he was left in a stained but washed grey t shirt and his boxers. He had heard some quiet mumbling but didn't really look into it. The noise had vanished as he pulled back some of the old cover, slowly resting his body beside you. You had looked dead asleep, your body contracting slow and steady breaths. Exempt your mouth moving and forming words. He smirked, realizing you were taking in your sleep. He had some assumptions about it when you would ask questions with no reasoning. He wasn’t too worried. He propped himself up on his elbow to look over at you. “What do you mean you didn’t see it?! It was as big as your ass dude!” That’s something he’s never heard before. He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at your behavior, shaking his head until he heard his name. “Well, Bo, what else do you want me compare it to, your dick!? Yeah right.” His face deadpanned, furrowing his eyebrows. He scoffed, turning over dramatically as he rolled his eyes. He faced away from you, biting the inside of his cheek. In the morning, he might tease you or ask questions around what you said. Either way, he’s not bothered by it.

Vincent Sinclair

It had been a long day for the boys and you within Ambrose. What a better way to go to sleep cuddled up together and arise later in the day by Bo? Of course, you were always first within the bed, already dead asleep and dreaming of whatever your mind wander to. Vincent kept awareness of where the creeks were in the floorboards, avoiding them so he could peacefully lay in bed next to your sleeping form. Yet he heard some prominent mumbling coming from you, serving closer and gently easing up the blankets to slip in. He had removed his mask already, carefully turning to face you. You had your arm over your eyes, mouth open and moving from incoherent sentences. But one was clear as day, “I’m convinced Vincent uses Gucci conditioner and shampoo, my god.” You mumbled a few after that but he was utterly confused. Why were you talking about that weird brand you had showed him once, and why did it correlate to your dream?? He shook his head gently, scooting closer and resting his arm across your waist/stomach, pulling himself against your form until he fell asleep to your rhythmic breathing. Sometimes, he’s entertained by your night time conversations.

Lester Sinclair

Your boyfriend had a fairly easy job compared to his brothers, but when there were visitors piling up after one another, it took a whole lot longer to come back home to you and your shared bed. The frogs and cicadas were a whole lot louder than usuals, but it was like a lullaby to you by now. Which queues the small mumbling escaping your mouth. He was quiet when he came, but of course, Lester wasn’t the best at silence. Luckily you were to lost in your dream to realize he was already snuggling in beside you. He had took notice of your nonsense sentences from time to time, not that it bothered him. If anything, it was an entertaining thing to listen to before going to sleep. It gave him a sense of what your brain really thinks of. “Lester… if I dressed up as roadkill… would you pick me up too?” He tried so damn hard to stifle his laugh, his body almost shaking as you formed a stupid grin on your face. Lester took in a deep breath, biting the inside of his cheek as he buried his head into the side of your neck. “Sure, hun’” he was sure to keep his words to a hush, taking note to your shared silence. There was a comfortable coldness that covered your bodies compared to the blistering heat outside. What a way to end the day.

Will Graham

Go to work, panic, panic some more and get no sleep. This was Wills routine even with you trying to hassle him into bed. He was always focused on something, or just simply to stubborn to let himself rest for once. But tonight, he had one hell of an excuse. Jack had kept him for a lot longer than both of you would like. But you knew what you signed up for when you accepted to go on a date with Will. You figured out after multiple nights of fruitless attempts at staying up and waiting for your boyfriend, you just gave in and went to sleep on your own terms. This gave Will the opportunity to overthink in peace without the guilt of making you worry. The job had took a huge toll on his physical capacity, leading him to shrugging off his clothing while he made his way to the side of the bed. He rubbed his eye, yawning as he lifted the blanket to the new queen bed you guys had bought, giving more room for dogs and the two of you. He stopped his motions, watching closely as you turned your body towards him. You were mouthing words but they were quiet and blotched. Will slowly slid underneath the covers, feeling his body sink in the end to a relaxed position. He had took not of your sleep talking, not bothered by it. To be honest, he likes to hear what you would say when you weren’t conscious of it. “I wish we had one of those stress powered lightbulbs…” A very quiet and short chuckle made its way out of you, “of course it’s for you, you could probably power Russia with how much stress you have.” And with that, he scoffed and turned the other way, mumbling to himself before attempting to sleep.

Jason Voorhees

Jason always makes sure you’re getting enough rest for your health. He’s adamant about you being your best self with a healthy body and mind. But, he’s never really surprised to see you up waiting for him time to time, honestly he can’t complain. He loves seeing you there in the cabin with the fire still going as you greet him with that beautiful smile. It’s truly warming for him. The rest of the nights, you’re always in the dark comfort of your shared room, resting atop the creaking bed and under the quilt blankets. The cabin door whipped open, quickly caught by the giant hand wrestling against the harsh winter wind. He tried his best to quietly close the door, pushing the lock in place he had added after a break in from a trespasser happened. He observed the room, laying his machete within the kitchen sink after shedding his jacket and laying it on the chair around the wood table. Expertly avoiding the creaks in the floor, he gently pushed open the bedroom door, slipping in without a sound. There was a severely dim light coming from the window, which shadowed over your face just right so he could see you. Jason had took off his boots while he listening to the common small talk from your sleeping form. You guys had decided to look in all the cabins, landing on the jackpot of a bigger bed so you could have more room. Therefore, it wasn’t a huge hassle for Jason to slip into the bed without the alarm of waking you. You were turned away from him, slow breaths from to body. The hockey mask laid on the dusty end table, facing up as Jason looked down at you. A small smile formed on his lips, listening as your talking grew a little more coherent. “Come on Jason, you got all that cake.. and you’re not gonna give me none?” His smile slowly faded, realizing what you meant by ‘cake.’ It ha mentioned before, especially when you went out of your way to slap his ass and look him in eyes to say, “a whole damn bakery back there..” Jason took it on himself to get used to it, not bothered by the comments. He shook his head, inching down so he could pull you closer to his chest, a very strong arm wrapped around you.

Michael Myers

There’s never a sleep schedule with the two of you. There’s times where Michael is out for days at time, retuning only when your asleep and unknowing. There are those very rare times like this one where you’re aware of Michaels presence in the bed while you drift of into sleep. He’s definitely not the type to pull you close or make a move to hold you, but he’s not going to push you away if you wrap yourself around him. Which is where you lay on his chest, listening to his eternally calmed heart beat as you knocked out. It had took a damn long time, but you achieved the privilege of seeing Michael without the infamous mask you grew accustomed too. His eyes usually zeroed in on the ceiling, waiting until he need to close his eyes came. But this time, he looked down at you shifting a bit in his chest, a few words spoken. “I really don’t know how people can’t smell you form your hiding places.. I can literally smell you before you walk in a room.. it’s not a good thing either.” His eyebrows furrowed together, trying to understand why you were composing about how he.. smelled. Yet here you are, your face completely shoved into his chest. He gave you an unimpressed eye roll, turning his head on the pillow for an attempt at some sleep. He found it rather amusing that you would speak whatever you thought without restrictions when you would sleep talk. Something to quietly tease you about.

Jesse Cromeans

He had already experienced your sleep taking, the cameras in his house capturing anything you did. Sometimes you asked questions or said random comments, all that made Jesse smirk or silently laugh. He had also taken notice to the earlier times you went to bed, your stubborn idea to stay up and wait for him dying down. He didn’t mind this, satisfied with your healthy sleep schedule returning. He set the tapes in a box for tomorrow’s checking. Jesse eased open the bedroom door, a small ray of light traveling across the room to reveal the bed you laid in. The black silk sheets covering your sound figure. He pushed the door back closed, taking off all his work attire to be left in his boxers and undershirt. He shimmied underneath the covers, slowly scooting closer to your body. Of course, there were some unconscious words to be shared. “I just realized I’ve got to sleep in every room…” there was some silence before you spoke again, “why?… look don’t even worry about.” There was humorous tone in the last sentence, one that felt oddly genuine for someone asleep. He shook his head, smiling while he took in your scent that comforted him. His hands caressed any exposed skin as the room fell silent, including his mind as you both shared a deep sleep.

Asa Emory

It wasn’t something he really cared to take notice about, never really sleeping at the same time as you due to his large amounts of work he took on. It was to the point he would drift off into a dreamless sleep on his desk. Not that you could really do anything about it with his stubborn view point, so you kept to yourself and went to your bed without him. Well, went to bed also meant brining a pillow and blanket down to Asas work place and sleeping the the chair. You just wanted to feel your boyfriends presence before you fell asleep. He only looked up for a few before looking back down at the scatter of papers, shuffling though some before writing. You made yourself as comfortable as you could get, sighing as you let your body relax. The sleep came easier than expected, the few sniffles sounding in the room letting you know Asa was still there. It was oddly comforting. A flash of worry did strike you, the worry that your sleep talking would annoy him, causing you to have to leave. But it was worth the few bits of it. Asa sighed, running his hand down his face as he battled the tired feeling back. Lending back in his seat, he crossed his arms while looking up to you in the leather chair. Without a warning, a question was asked out loud from you, “What color box would I get if I was one of your butterflies?” He tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows before humoring himself by answering, “Red. To match the original one.” It seems like your dream had answered for you, the words quiet on your tongue as your chest arose slowly. Asa took in another breath before rising to his feet, walking over to you. He brought a hand up to your resting face, his thumb brushing your drink. What a beautiful butterfly you would be.

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[henry-and-the-seven-lords]

(u can choose for it to be a hc or anything) the brothers go to the dentist with MC and see the process of her wisdom teeth getting removed

Ok! I actually haven't had mine removed, but I have had similar dental work so I am going to base it on that!

So I got REALLY into this for a few days and then I forgot where I was going with it so it turned into headcannons with a super long intro instead of an imagine... Hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions Dental work, Mentions Needles, Mentions of Blood, Mentions of surgical procedures

Brothers Masterlist | Datables Masterlist

Brothers Reacting to a Wisdom Teeth Removal

MC had been crying out in pain for the past couple of weeks. They had continually mentioned their teeth or jaw being the source of the problem. The Brothers did all they could in the Devildom, but in the end they decided take MC to the human world to see a dentist.

"Well, it looks like your wisdom teeth are coming in. There doesn't seem to be much room left for them, so I would suggest an extraction." The dentist looked at the x-rays and back to MC who was currently surrounded by 7 scared men.

"Extraction!? Ain't no way you are taking anything from my Hum-," Mammon caught himself, "...MC."

The doctor eyed him suspiciously before going back to the x-rays. Lucifer sighed, "Mammon. He is not taking anything. This is going to help MC."

"Will it hurt?" Beel had made his way through the crowd of his Brothers to talk to the doctor.

"They won't feel a thing while they're under. There could be some aching after the procedure, but as long as it is properly taken care of there will be no complications."

The Brothers breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.

"I'll go through with it." MC pipes up.

The doctor smiles and says, "Wonderful. You can set up an appointment and get the paperwork at the front desk." He then turned on his heel shutting the door behind him, leaving MC and the Brother alone in the room.

"Are you sure this is the best idea, MC?" Levi's voice shakes as he speaks.

"It'll be fine guys. This is a common human procedure, plus I have all of you to help me afterwards." This seemed to easy their qualms. MC went to the front desk and scheduled the surgery sometime during the next week.

Before they knew it, a week had almost passed and the procedure was to take place the next morning. All of the Brothers were frantically running around trying to prepare until Lucifer finally got their attention.

"I want all of you to listen closely," He stood tall and spoke to his brothers now gather in front of him.

"MC is not allowed to eat anything after dinner tonight. They are only allowed to drink water," Beel's face turned sullen, as MC was usually his partner in crime for midnight raids of the fridge.

"The surgery is said to take two hours," Levi's face lit up at the thought of being home early enough to join his team in game and maybe even have MC assist. Only for it to fall again as Lucifer continued, "But before we come home, we will need to pick up some human pain medicine for when the medicine from the surgery wears off."

Asmo seemed quite intrigued with the mention of shopping in the human world, but his thoughts were cut short when Lucifer added, "And we will not be picking up anything else."

Lucifer sighed before continuing, "I have already made a shift schedule for who will take care of MC when we get home. It is in the center of the table." Satan reached for the paper as Lucifer droned on while Mammon peered over his shoulder.

"I will also be giving you instructions on how to change out the guaze and other things to stay away from." Lucifer gave the stack of packets to Belphie who didn't even take one. He just yawned and passed them to Beel.

"MC will be unable to participate in most activities for at least four days. So put any schemes you have on hold until they feel better. Understood?" Lucifer's words were stern as he glared at all of his Brothers.

"Understood." They all groan in unison.

MC, meanwhile, had taken their seat at the table and has began to fill their plate.

Satan grabs his pamphlet and sits across from MC. He quickly flips through the papers before skeptically looking up at them.

"You are confident that this is safe?" He eyes the human nervously as they swallow their food.

"Sure it can't be that bad. Some of my friends had it done and they're still alive." The brothers look between themselves as they all begin to read the possible outcomes of the procedure.

Dinner ends with everyone but MC and Beel leaving their plates mostly full. Slowly they all go their separate ways to their rooms.

When morning arrives, Lucifer wakes everyone up. He quickly goes through the house and rushes everyone out the door in order forC to get to the human world on time. It takes a lot of effort, but the group eventually makes it up to the office in one piece.

Asmo sits next to MC holding their hand and talking to them, "They better not mess up your face. If they so much as make a wrinkle on your skin. I will personally tear them apart."

MC chuckles, "Asmo. They have to have something to keep my mouth open. Don't be so dramatic."

As MC finishes their statement, their name is called and the group goes back with them.

They watch as the dentist helps MC into the chair resembling a torture device as he talks to them.

"You should be out for about two hours, you didn't eat or drink anything correct?"

MC shakes their head no and the doctor smiles before putting on his surgical mask, "Great! Then let's start the procedure."

The brothers gather around MC gently laying their hands on the human's body as the needle penetrates the human's arm.

"I'll be fine guys... Don't worry... One... Bit..." They watch as MC's head slowly lulls towards them. They look at the doctor in fear only to be quickly ushered out by the nurses.

Thankfully, there was a small room where they could sit and watched MC being worked on.

As they watched horror struck their faces.

💙 Lucifer

He really just trusted the process and had no idea what was going to happen.

So when he sees a tube being shoved down MC's throat he is upset and nearly breaks down the glass.

Then he remembers that MC is doing this to feel better and restrains himself.

But only because MC wants this done.

💛 Mammon

Mammon did not like this idea from the beginning! It sounded to dangerous and no one should be taking ANYTHING from MC (besides him).

Definitely was not happy when he started to watch them cut into their gums and blood started to get everywhere.

Lucifer and Beel had to hold him back so he didn't rampage.

Immediately grabs MC when this is all over and does not let them go.

🧡 Leviathan

Levi thought this would be a quick and easy process because it was only going to take two hours.

So they pull out a tooth and that is it right? Wrong.

He is horrified when he realizes they have to cut the teeth out and sew MC back together.

Why would they agree to something so invasive!? Why is this normal for humans!?

💚 Satan

He did a bunch of research and was the reason they went to a human dentist in the first place.

He knew what the entire procedure would entail and even tried to tell MC that it was pretty intense.

But he wasn't going to go against MC's wishes if they wanted to get it done.

Definitely stepped out of the room when it was happening... He didn't want to see it.

💖 Asmodeus

Asmodeus was fine to do anything that MC agreed with, then he saw them pulling their cheeks back and he got angry.

He was quite upset that they were stretching MC's precious skin! They could get wrinkled! And don't even get him started on the tube in their throat.

He wanted to march into the room and stopped them, but he remembered how much pain MC was in and that they needed to get it done.

He will get revenge later. Right now, he is focusing on MC.

❤ Beelzebub

Beel just wants to make sure MC is safe and feeling better no matter the cost or procedure.

So when he starts to see all the terrible stuff happening, he steps out with Satan to get some snacks.

By the time he comes back full, the procedure is over and he can walk in with everyone else as they wait for MC to wake up.

He did save MC one bag of chips... he was worried about them not eating breakfast...

💜 Belphegor

Belphie would be upset at what's happening, but more upset that he can't be next to MC to take a nap.

He definitely cares about them being safe, but he knows they agreed to it and human procedures are weird so he isn't too worried.

He just wants to take a nap and he needs his human pillow.

He will lean on MC's arm and immediately fall asleep whenever he is allowed in to see a groggy MC.

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[butwhyduh]

Coffee Girl

Connor Kent/Kon-El x Reader

Summary: he gets stuck in Smallville but it isn’t all bad.

“Connor Kent!” Boomed Clark’s voice. It was rare to hear him yell no matter how mad he was. That was usually Bruce’s job. Kon blinked in surprise. Clark clicked a button on the remote and a big screen turned on to Connor completely tanking a mission. Bruce joined the room shortly with his arms crossed in disapproval.

“You have been working continuously and refusing to take time off. You are tired and when you’re tired, you mess up. And when you mess up, people could die. Connor, I hate to say this but you’re benched. Even Nightwing agrees,” Clark said softer. Kon had his mouth opened to argue but couldn’t. They were right. He was screwing up. “3 weeks off. Mandatory with the only exception, world ending events.”

Kon closed his eyes to keep from protesting. It would probably end up with a longer time off. Instead he nodded curtly and went to his room. He didn’t know where to go. He was always on a mission. Maybe he did need a break. His phone rang, Ma Kent.

“Hiyah, Connor,” she said brightly in her Midwestern accent. He couldn’t help but feel warm towards her. Was it him or memories of Clark’s? Connor didn’t know but he had a bit of a smile when talking to her.

“Hi, Mrs Kent,” Connor said.

“Call me Ma,” she always said. “I was calling to invite you out here. We’ve got tomato harvest and we could always use a hand. You’ve been working hard lately and I think you could use a superhero break. Clark would get a little too into the job when he was your age.”

“Did he talk to you?” Connor asked.

“Clark? No he’s been busy I guess. Been gosh, a week or two since he’s talked to us last. Are you okay,” she asked. Connor relaxed. Ma Kent would never lie to him.

“Is it okay if I come tonight?” He asked.

“Absolutely!” She said happily. “I’ll make your favorites. You still eat meat, right?”

“Oh yes. Yes I do,” Connor said. “I’ll pack and then come. Is that okay?”

“Sure, dear. We’ll see you in an hour or two,” she said before they both hung up. That’s how Connor ended up with a backpack slung over his shoulder, knocking on the screen door of the Kent farm’s front porch. Pa opened the door with a smile. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes felt warm.

“Come on in. I hope you’re hungry. Ma cooked enough for 12 of your closest friend,” Pa said. “Take your bag to your room and wash up.”

“Okay, thanks,” Connor said hoping the stairs two at a time. Chicken fried steak and mashed potato smells enticed Connor back to the kitchen where Ma was plating up food. She loaded a plate with meat and potatoes and green beans in bacon, all of Connor’s favorites she made. She slid a huge glass of sweet tea next to it. Ma plated Pa and herself a much smaller plate of the same before sitting.

“Wow, this looks great,” Connor said. She smiled at him. At first he felt uncomfortable around the Kent’s. Was she just looking at Clark through Connor or was she looking at Connor? But a throw away remark about how bright Connor was, much smarter in science than Clark had been at that age, such a smart grandson, had him relaxing. They didn’t just see him as a replacement for his father. They talked about all kinds of things as they ate.

“Tomorrow I’m going to need to get out there around 5 to start harvesting. Then around 6 I need to start dropping product off for the restaurants in town and the trucks pick up product to be sold in Metropolis around 8 so it’s a pretty tight schedule. Usually I hire someone to take stuff to town so I can stay on the farm. I can’t really pay you more than room and board,” Pa warned Connor.

“Good thing I love the food,” Connor said with a smile. Ma beamed. “I’d love to help. I’d lose my mind if I did nothing.”

“Sounds great,” Pa said with a smile.

Kon woke up before the light of day even peaked out over the horizon to dress for work. A warm breakfast sandwich wrapped in foil along with a thermo of coffee waited on the counter for Connor. He got in the truck with Pa and they went to the fields. Rows of tomato plants were plump with fruit that they gently harvested into boxes. Connor carried stacks of boxes to the truck where he loaded up the bed to be sold in town. Each store had a certain number of boxes that Kon would deliver according the paper Pa gave him.

Kon parked behind the first store and double checked his list. A coffee shop needed 2 cases of tomatoes? He knocked on the back door.

“Hold on Mr Kent, I’m coming,” called a woman from inside. You wiped your hands on your apron as you opened the door. “Oh, I thought you were Mr Kent. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I am Mr Kent,” Connor joked and you looked confused. “I’m Connor Kent but everyone calls me Kon.”

“Hi Kon,” you smiled before telling him your name. You looked at the absolute unit of a young man in front of you. He was certainly built similarly to Clark Kent. Connor grabbed both cases of tomatoes and turned to you. Wow, he was pretty strong, you thought.

“Where do you need this?”

“Oh right,” you said after being distracted by his arm muscles. “Over here,” you said and he gently laid it down on a counter. You couldn’t help but glance at his pecs through the white shirt he wore in the summer heat.

“Need anything else,” he said with a bit of a smirk. If he hadn’t noticed your eyes on his chest, he certainly heard the way your heart was beating faster in his presence.

“Uh, no. Thank you,” you said with a nervous laugh.

“See you in a few days,” he replied with a nod. You felt a bit like a fool for being so flustered around him. Cute butt, you thought as he left.

“You gonna get in here? Breakfast sandwiches won’t make themselves,” your boss Amy called. She was making scones while her wife was prepping the coffee makers for the early risers.

Connor went on to fill all the orders in Smallville with only one mishap that turned out fine. Apparently 123A is a bookstore and 123B was the sandwich shop he needed. The owner laughed and Kon got his deliveries on time. He spent the rest of the week working on the farm and delivering produce as needed. 3 days later, he delivered to your store again.

You weren’t nervous to see the tomato farmer dropping off vegetables. That would be lame.

“Why are you wearing makeup? And that shirt?” Asked Melinda, your other boss.

“What? It’s just a shirt?” You stammered while feeling up the condiment station.

“Uh hu. You know we’re gay, not dead, right?” She said with a hand on her hip and you almost knocked all the napkins off the table in shock.

“I don’t-“

“I know. And I also know that you like that Kent boy,” she said with a smirk. “Ask him out. It’s 2021. Ask him out. Peg him-“

“Mel!”

“Just don’t fuck up my agreement with the farm. I’d fire you for those tomatoes. They’re godly on a sandwich,” she said with a laugh before going back in the kitchen.

You scoffed before finishing your job. You heard the back door bell and went to answer it. Calm down, it’s probably just Mr Kent again, you told yourself. But no, standing in the door with 2 more cases of tomatoes was Connor Kent. He had a grin and happily set the vegetables on the counter.

“So do you always do pick up?” He asked and you couldn’t help but notice his eyes glance down and then back to your face.

“Just for cute vendors,” you said with a shy smile. He grinned widely.

“Well in that case, can a cute vendor ask you out on date,” he asked leaning one arm against the counter beside you. You couldn’t help but notice, once again, how fit he was.

“Uh, sure, yeah,” you said.

“Today? 3 or 4 at the diner downtown?” He asked.

“Yeah, that sounds great. I can meet you at 4,” you said.

“Then it’s a date,” he answered back walking to the door to leave. “See you at 4, diner downtown.”

“Yeah,” you said as he walked out. You had a stupid smile to your face as you returned to the front.

“Earth to coffee girl,” Amy said. “She sees one cute boy and forgets who she is.”

“I saw one cute girl and I burned the hell out of my hand when we first met,” Melinda teased. “And I’m pretty sure you walked into a pole.”

“Heresay, you didn’t see it,” Amy answered tossing her braids over her shoulder in mock offense. She turned back to you. “Check the timer on the croissants, will yah?”

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“I’ve got to get back to the farm. I uh, I have a date,” Kon said with a little smile. Jonathan Kent nodded knowingly.

“Okay, that’s why you were working so fast. Don’t forget to wash up. And be gentle with a date. They aren’t super strengthed here in Smallville,” he reminded Kon. It sounded like a repeated phrase has had told Clark more than once.

“Of course, Pa,” Kon said running to the porch as soon as the truck stopped in the drive.

“And be a gentleman…. He’s already gone,” Pa said. Martha stood in the doorway.

“He said he has a date,” she said.

“Mmhmm, that’s what I hear. Guess it’s just us for dinner tonight,” Jonathan said giving her a hug. “Maybe we can have our own date with the house empty.”

“Hmmm, that sounds nice,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes.

20 minutes later and the familiar scent of cologne and body wash could be smelt up the stairs of the Kent home. Connor rushed down.

“How do I look?” He asked. He was wearing nice blue jeans and a shirt sleeve blue plaid button down shirt that was open to mid chest and a white tank top was visible beneath. He had attempted to brush his hair back but a stubborn curl popped out right in the front.

“You look adorable,” Ma said with a smile. She straightened his collar. “Be kind and open doors and pull out her seat. Don’t ever do anything she don’t want. And for goodness sake, don’t make her walk all over town if she’s wearing heels.” She looked over a Pa who shrugged.

“I didn’t know how they worked when we first started dating,” he said sheepishly.

“I won’t forget,” Kon said. He shoved his phone and wallet in his pocket.

“And nothing super. We keep it a secret for a reason. And be careful of your strength. It wouldn’t take much to hurt her,” Pa warned.

“I’ll be careful. Thank you both,” he said before running out the door. About 10 seconds later he came back in. “Can I boroughed the truck?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Pa said with a smile before tossing Kon the keys.

Kon showed up to the diner that had a sign out front saying “Starlight Diner, Best Chicken Fried Steak this side of the Mississippi since 1953.” And that was exactly how the diner worked. Same recipes the owners grandfather used in the same location and with many of the original customers’ grandkids as customers. He walked in to a plump woman with bright red lips seating customers.

“Hiyah welcome to Starlight. Just for one?” She asked.

“No, 2,” Connor said. You weren’t there yet. Most of the other customers were slowing eating pie or drinking coffee rather than eating. It was post lunch rush and before dinner. She sat in a booth by the window and Connor people watched until you arrived.

He saw you walking down the street. You had changed out of your clothes from earlier into a sundress. The wind curled the edge of the dress around your knees as you hurried to the diner. You barely talked to the hostess before hurrying back to the table.

“Sorry, I’m late,” you said earnestly before sitting down. Connor took a sip of sweet tea.

“No it’s fine. It’s only a few minutes. I’m sure traffic was bad,” he joked. You looked out the window where you could probably lay on the street for a minute before getting run over.

“Work tied me up. Our ice maker overflowed so I was holding buckets to catch it as it just poured ice out everywhere,” you said. You looked up to Connor staring at you. You looked down at your shirt and back at him. “What? Do I have something on me?”

“Hmm? No, you’re just look really pretty today,” he answered and you smiled a little shyly.

“Thank you. And you look very handsome. I know you’re related to the Kent’s but where are you from because I know practically everyone around our age from Smallville and you aren’t from around here,” you said.

“I’m from Metropolis,” he said. “And the family tree is complicated but Clark is like my cousin, I guess you could say.”

“You do look a lot alike,” you admitted. “But your smile is different. And you don’t sound like a hick.” You teased.

“Hey now, you’re from Smallville,” he warned.

“Yeah, but not for long. I’m going to Metropolis in the fall. I’m going to college and I’ve already got an internship,” you said with a pleased smile.

“Doing what?” Connor asked. Were you going to be journalist like everyone he knows?

“Microbiology and my internship is at Cadmus connected to Lexcorp,” you said. “It was hard to get and I was one of a billion who applied..” you kept talking about your internship but Connor couldn’t think after learning you were going to work at Cadmus.

“Connor, are you okay?” You asked after a minute. You noticed he wasn’t listening.

“Yes, sorry. Long day. I just-“

“What can get for you two?” Asked the waiter. Saved by the bell, Connor thought. The man took both of your orders and left.

“You were saying?” You asked.

“I don’t remember,” Connor lied. “So why microbiology? Why do you want to do that?”

“I was in high school biology class one day and they pulled out the microscopes and I fell in love. It was the coolest thing. And when I learned that people do that for a job, I was interested,” you said. Connor liked the way you perked up as you talked about your interests.

“I thought Cadmus was a genetic lab,” Connor said.

“Partially. There’s also a division that works on disease prevention and that’s where I’ll be working. Not on the genetic side,” you said.

“Not going to be cloning anyone?” He asked jokingly. Mainly joking.

“Not unless you count single cell organisms as anyone,” you joked and Connor laugh. He could handle this. You weren’t working on that side. The side that made him.

The food arrived and while Connor couldn’t remember exactly what you had said that day, he certainly remembered just being happy. It was nice to just smile at someone who was smiling back at him. And before Connor knew what was going on, he was seeing you as often as possible. Everyday if he got out early enough. And Connor got thinking about extending his break from superheroing.

“Guess who?” He said standing behind you with his hands over your eyes. Your boss had a bit of a smile. It was okay, work was slow.

“Hmm, tall, handsome, blue eyed city boy maybe?” You answered. Connor tickled your sides and you swirled in his arms until you faced him. “Yep, I was right. City boy.”

“Hey now, I’m a full fledged farmer,” he said with another tickle that had you giggling and swirming. He gently kissed your lips as you closed your eyes. A bell at the door had you both breaking apart so you could help a customer.

“Date tonight?” Connor asked. “At the pier?”

“Yeah, see you there,” you answered.

The pier was an area where the people of Smallville would go swimming or fishing. It was also a great place to meet for a date. Usually there were a few kids from town playing but it was a windy cloudy day so you were waiting for Connor alone.

You sat on the edge of the pier and hung your feet in the water. It was actually really nice and cool. You checked your phone.

“Shoot, it’s almost dead,” you said. The wind picked up suddenly and you checked the weather on your phone. It took far longer to load than usual, even at the pier. There was a chance of a thunderstorm. You called Connor.

“Hey Kon, maybe we should meet in town instead of the pier. It’s going to rain soon,” you said.

“Oh man, sure. You can come to the farm. No ones home,” he suggested as he stood in the barn running a hand through his hair and down to scratch at the back of his neck.

“Are you saying ‘come home my parents aren’t home?’ Mr Kent?” You flirted as you walked towards the shore.

“Well, maybe,” Connor answered with a smirk. He leaned against the side of the farm truck. “Just me, you, a twin bed surrounded by my cousin’s spelling bee trophies.”

“Sounds romantic. But I do wonder about your motives,” you said with a laugh as you walked to your car.

“Very much ulterior motives,” he answered. “Possibly even salacious.”

“Oo, sounds fun,” you said unlocking your car when movement on the horizon caught your eyes. “Connor!” You gasped.

“What, what’s wrong?” He asked. He could hear your breathing increase over the phone.

“I think- I think I see a tornado,” you said with a tremor in your voice. “It’s the way back to town. What if it’s coming this way?”

“Hide under something. The bathrooms are brick right? Hide in there and I’m on my way,” Connor said already flying out of the barn. Pa Kent’s words that secrecy was very important burned in Connor’s mind but he didn’t care. He was going to save you.

“Okay, wait, what do you mean you’re on the way? It’s a tornado! You can’t drive in it,” you said confused.

“Don’t worry about me. Just get to safety,” he said and soon he was flying so fast that the phone couldn’t get signal and the call was lost.

You ran to the bathrooms and were lucky the door opened. You moved to most inside toilet and sat on it while locking the door. You needed to grab something to hold on to in case- in case the tornado hit. The sound of wind picked up to a loud roar. You grabbed at a pipe to hug it. The tornado was definitely coming your way. Your breath was erratic and frantic as your heart pounded.

The bathroom door was ripped open and Connor called out your name.

“In here,” you yelled over the roar before unlocking the door. Connor joined you in the bathroom stall and hugged you. The sound of something being ripped apart could be heard and Connor covered your body with his own. You whimpered and pressed your face against his chest as wind and noise whipped around you. Connor covered you both in his tactile telekinesis like a protective blanket.

“We’ll be okay,” he said rubbing your back. “It’ll pass. We’ll be okay.” You nodded against him but your fingers gripped his shirt tighter. After a few minutes the wind started to slow and you looked up.

“What,” you asked, staring at the debris around you both but not touching you. An invisible bubble protected you both. “What is that?”

“Uhh I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you about me. I’m from Metropolis, right?” Connor said as the wind died down to almost nothing. “I’m actually Superboy.” He smiled nervously.

“You’re- you’re Superboy?” You asked faintly. The evidence was clear in front of you. “That explains how you’re so strong.”

“I guess,” he said with a laugh. He watched you nervously. Connor just admitted that he was an alien and some people weren’t too fond of that. How would you react?

“Connor, you saved my life,” you said before pulling him down to a kiss with a grin. You pulled back and looked at him. “God I love you.”

“You what?” He said and the storm was almost forgotten. Did you just say you loved him??

“Oh I- I didn’t mean to say that,” you flushed. “Not that I’m saying I don’t. I do. But it’s too soon-“

“Hey, I love you too,” Kon said and you shut up. You kissed him again.

“We should probably get out of here. The storm has moved on,” you said. Outside, tree branches and trash was thrown across the parking lot. Luckily your car was still there with just some leaves and water on it. “I guess we’ll drive to the farm to check on the Kents?”

“Yeah sounds good. They didn’t sound in trouble but we can check,” Kon answered. He could tell they were fine but he was so keyed up that a solid plan was a good idea.

When you got over to their side of town, the tornado had clearly gone a different way. In fact, the only destruction was the bathrooms down by the pier. The Kent’s were fine. They weren’t exactly happy with Connor for spilling his secrets like that though.

“You’ve been here about 2 months and that’s all it took to say the huge family secret we’ve kept since Clark arrived on the farm ages ago,” Pa said.

“Well, yes. But-“

“You can clean the barn out. No powers.”

“Sounds good.”

Conner was free to go in a week’s time but instead stayed the rest of the summer and helped you move into your new dorm room in metropolis. Superboy showed up in the city shortly after.

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