#da timing worked out w my work schedule so i

[bimiio]

<3

#da timing worked out w my work schedule so i #just booked a ticket 2 an event 2nite #dat i thought was gonna b a slightly more relaxed game night type thing #cuz it’s an arcade/board game cafe n a bar all in one kinda thing #but now i’m lookin at pics from da previous time dis event was held #same venue same organizers etcetc #n it looks like a PARTY party😭 #now i’m scared!!!!!😭 #cuz i’m goin alone :0 #m1n3 #m1sc

[gepardling]

I saw your blog and I love your writings sm🫶 Glad to see a fellow Gepard simp (JGKFKRJSHA HE'S SO HOT)

Going to my request, if you are fine with smut requests, is it okay for me to request husband!Gepard and spouse!gn!reader, featuring breeding kink and manhandling? It's up to you how you want to write how the story goes, surprise me 👀

Anyways, make sure to take care of yourself as well, stay hydrated, and thank you sm!!

happy anniversary w/ gepard.

desc. : im so srry for my mini-hiatus, my schedule is spaghetti ;p my mind was lowkey still buzzing abt the museum event, n i needed a good hook for da story okay !! to me, marriage means becoming a family, so i used dat to set the scene :) am also working on improving gn!reader smut so i hope i did good here ( wc : 1.9k )

tags / cw : nsfw, gn!reader, pretty fluffy i think, oral, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it!), top!gepard, bottom!reader, aftercare, manhandling, breeding (I HOPE I DID THESE RIGHT, I'M SUCH A VANILLA PERSON), not proofread !

Gepard couldn’t help but wonder if he was cut out for fatherhood, given his past encounters with children. It seemed that whenever he interacted with little ones, they either burst into tears at the sight of him or found themselves quickly bored by his serious demeanor. As such, he had never entertained the idea of having a family of his own – not until he met you, at least.

You had a habit of taking Gepard’s entire world and turning it upside down, making him question everything he thought he believed up until that point. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and he quickly found himself drawn to your open-mindedness. Spontaneity was something that Gepard lacked in his life, and you delivered everything he needed and more. 

It wasn’t long before the two of you had married, and everyone knew it was a long time coming. No one could soften up the strict Captain like you could, especially when you manage to catch him off guard. Just the other day, Gepard's heartstrings were thoroughly scrambled when he saw you guiding a group of children through the museum. The way you handled the kids was beyond Gepard, and you taught history in a way that they understood, even enjoyed. 

After another one of your museum shifts, you and Gepard were relaxing at home. It was the evening of your first anniversary, having been married for a year. Gepard was immersed in a book, your head rested on his shoulder as you arranged your thoughts. Which is what brought you to this point. Here, in your shared home, you decided to finally raise the question. 

“You know,” you began softly, your voice carrying a mixture of wonder and uncertainty. “I can’t help but imagine… What if we had children?” Gepard’s demeanor instantly shifted, a fleeting tension washing over his body. Sensing his unease, you hurriedly backtracked. “I’m sorry, you don’t want to… And that’s okay!”

But before the words could fully escape your mouth, Gepard’s reassuring touch met your hand, his eyes filled with warmth. “No, not at all,” he assured. “You simply caught me off guard…” There was an excited tone to his voice, but some uncertainty still lingered deep beneath the surface. 

A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you absorbed Gepard’s response. “I think it would be amazing,” you uttered, a dreamy lilt decorating your tone. Gepard’s fingers gently traced the wedding band adorning your finger, and he was instantly reminded of your wedding, how radiant you looked as you stood before him. The image of you, eyes filled with unwavering devotion, etched itself permanently in his heart.

Your gentle laughter caressed his ears as your hand cupped his cheek, pulling him back from his daydream. “Don’t worry, we can wait until you’re ready,” you replied, softly pecking him on the lips. “There’s no rush, after all.” But between your gentle touch and his devotion towards you, all this family talk was getting Gepard a little hot beneath the collar.

He was sure you were aware of it too – your touches growing tantalizingly slow as your lips lingered longer and longer on his. With that same old mischievous glint in your eyes, you took the book from Gepard’s hands and set it on the table across from you. You snaked your arms around his neck, gently shifting yourself into his lap.

"What are we still sitting out here for?" You whispered, forehead pressed against his own. "It's our anniversary after all." Gepard's hands slowly came to rest on your hips, a rosy hue spread across his cheeks. You brought your hands down from his neck, opting to work open the first few buttons of his shirt. Dipping your hands beneath the fabric, Gepard shuddered lightly at your cold touch.

He moved his hands from your hips to your wrists, gently gripping them. "Not on the couch," he breathed. Of course, same old Gepard. That's one rule that's never changed for the whole three years you've been with him. You gave him a quick peck on the nose, followed by a mock salute. Gepard smiled in return, uttering "Your form is off," before scooping you up in his arms. 

Your surprise was quickly muffled by his lips on yours, his kiss filled with love and devotion towards you. He made quick work of whisking you off to the bedroom, lightly tossing you onto the soft mattress of your shared bed. You could barely sit up before he was leaning over you, covering your body with his large frame. 

"We're not on the couch anymore, are you happy?" You teased, smiling up at him mischievously. Gepard only rolled his eyes in response, lowering his head to kiss you once again. It was deeper this time, only growing more heated as your hands continued to undress him. Before you could undo his belt, his grip on your wrist stopped your ministrations. 

"Allow me," he replied, moving to undress you instead. He wedged his knee between your thighs, pushing them open before laying between them. He kept his arms wrapped around your legs, preventing you from closing them again. When he dipped his head between your thighs, you could only gasp at the feeling of his mouth on your heat. 

Gepard had more than enough practice over the last few years, and that much was evident. His skilled tongue worked across your sex, rolling over your most sensitive parts. The sensation of his hot mouth caused little stars to spot your vision, nails gripping the sheets so tight you were sure you'd rip them. Your gasps were like music to his ears, only fueling the fire deep within. 

His slicked fingers worked you open, gently scissoring your hole. Your back arched at the feeling as Gepard carefully prepared you, sparks of pleasure dashing across your body. But as the buildup started to reach its peak, mere seconds before your vision could go white and the fires of release consumed you, the sudden loss of his fingers and mouth left you cold and empty. The sensation immediately dissipated, fading into obscurity. 

Your breathing was ragged as your body attempted to come to terms with the orgasm you never had, blinking away the stars that dotted your vision. "W-Wait," you whispered, raising yourself onto your elbows. "Why'd you st-" But just as the words were about to leave your mouth, Gepard had turned you around onto your stomach, hand resting on your upper back. His free hand hurriedly worked to release his cock from the confines of his pants, as he pressed gentle kisses to the skin of your shoulder blades. 

Before you could complain again, he sunk his member deep into your heat. The weight of his body suspended above yours only added to the pleasure, slowly thrusting in sync with the rhythmic contraction of your walls. Each thrust was coupled with the soft grind of his hips, slowly working you back up to your pleasure point. He took his time, butterfly kisses dotting the back of your neck and ears. 

"Gepard…" You sighed, to which he replied with a soft hum. While you sincerely enjoyed his languid pace, you needed something more to soothe the ache in your loins. You pressed back against him, breathing a quiet “Faster,” to which he replied with a chuckle. Gepard slipped two fingers between your lips, hushing you with quiet whispers. 

You swirled your tongue around his digits, the cool metal of his wedding band contrasting the warmth of your mouth. When he pulled back his hand, a small whine escaped your lips, but your breath soon hitched in your throat as he suddenly increased his pace. He kept his hand pressed down on your lower back, preventing you from bucking back against him as he took you at his own pace. 

The way his cock slammed into you left you gasping for air, brushing against your deepest pleasure points. The heat was rising exponentially, drawing the knot in your belly tighter and tighter with each thrust. Gepard’s lips met the back of your ear, gently pressing kisses to the side of your head. As your cries intensified, you buried your face in the closest pillow you could reach, desperate to muffle the throes of your passion. 

But Gepard didn’t like the way you tried to hide, and he was quick to swipe the pillow from your hold. He pulled out in the process, and you whined at the sudden loss of contact. The heat from your core dissipated once again, and your orgasm fizzled out of reach a second time. Before you could make your disdain known, his hands gripped your hips to turn you around onto your back. 

At your gasp of surprise, his hands met your knees, pushing your thighs up against your chest. He buried himself back in your core, and the roughness of his actions made you wail into your palm. Gepard lowered himself to your face, prying your hand away with his own to clash his lips against yours. You reciprocated the kiss, interlocking your fingers with his. He swiped his tongue against your lower lip, to which you opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his. 

When he pulled back, your lips chased his, breaking the delicate string of saliva between you. Your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath, tiny tears dotting your vision. You felt like you were melting in his hold, the heat of the moment escalating far beyond your limits. Your sighs were like music to Gepard’s ears as he made love to you, consummating your marriage a second time.

The hand from your thigh moved down to your abdomen, pressing into the skin to feel the way he moved inside of you. He gripped your hand tighter, slightly increasing the pace to chase his orgasm. His cock glided effortlessly, bruising your deepest parts as you sang him praise. The pressure rose even higher in your core, building on your previously denied release. 

Amidst his passion, Gepard managed to grunt out a quiet “Where do you want it?” ghosting his lips along the side of your face. You managed to compose yourself just enough to answer, barely squeaking out “Inside,” before another moan tore itself from your throat. Gepard’s hands came to rest on your thighs again, burying himself impossibly deep in your core.

The sensation of his load warming you from within sent you over the edge as well, whispers of his name escaping your lips as your nails dug into his arm. Sparks of electrifying bliss enveloped your body, walls clenching around his cock. Gepard rode out his high, gently grinding his hips against yours. His lips met yours again, this time kissing you much softer than before. 

When he pulled away, some of his cum dripped from your core. You finally released your iron grip on his hand, sitting up to meet him at eye-level. “Why don’t we go get cleaned up,” you asked, your hand cupping the side of his face. Gepard hummed in approval, turning his head to place a kiss on your palm. 

“I think a bath would do,” he spoke, pulling you off the bed and into his arms. Though you weren’t really sure how much cleaning you’d actually get done. All in all, any time you got to spend with your beloved husband was a win in your books.

(melts) i saw a ballet concert, had my hair done, went out w/ my dad nd played league wit my friends. nun of these activities allowed me 2 write my smutty smut dis week waahhhh hopefully back on schedule now :') i tried 2 write dis extra long as an apology, also referenced multiple online sources 4 gn!smut 2 attempt 2 educate myself........

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[knightyoomyoui]

The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader Fanfic: CHAPTER 5

After a couple of months of hiatus due to my phone's unfortunate malfunction, we're back on the track! Finally got my whole plot outline for this book recovered, so might as well work ahead already for a new update!

The next day, your departure with the girls and the managing staff quite took a hold when Dahyun suddenly shouted just as when everyone are about to walk out of the dorm.

"W-wait!"

You who is standing near to Dahyun was the first one to face yourself at her who is scrambling through her bag.

"Is there a problem, Dahyunnie?", you asked her with concern.

"M-my customized airbuds. I can't find it here.", Dahyun said as she still kept on digging down through her belongings inside.

"Wait for us guys!", you shouted for the rest who are on their way to the elevator.

"Why, what happened?", one of our senior and higher ups in our team who is handling Tzuyu named Tendo asked you curiously. He was the one also to press the door open.

"Dahyun lost her earbuds.", he said as you looked back on Dahyun who is now flicking her head back and forth trying to guess where could it have been. The girls heard what you said.

"Weren't you using it yesterday, unnie?", Tzuyu said; approaching the confused Dahyun. She can see what Dahyun has been doing yesterday since after all, they are dormmates.

"N-no, I was using my earphone rather."

"Are you gonna use that today, unnie? Just use your earphones instead.", one of her another dormmate and her "bro" Chaeyoung suggested.

"I will but you know that earbuds are special to me guys right? It's our customized design imprinted on there plus I made it for our Japan merch.", Dahyun explained the real downside of losing that object.

The girls nodded and "oh"-ed in guilt, knowing that they forgot to think of that part.

"Have you perhaps... remember where did you last placed those?", you asked Dahyun.

"N-no...", she shook her head.

"Guys!!! We have to go now. Time is running!", Sadness reaalarmed everyone, pointing down on her watch. "Cmon, Dahyunnie. You can find it later, okay? Today's a heavy schedule for all of you girls.", she persuaded.

They began entering the elevator by group. You looked at Dahyun's frown and felt bad for this girl. It can be replaced by buying again but the thought that it wasn't broken yet and only missing is just too waste to hear if it'll end up just being let go without even trying something for it to recover.

That positive mindset had you enlightened with another idea to help Dahyun.

At the very last second, you looked at them and shouted.

"Go ahead, I'll just take Dahyun myself there!"

"Wait, what? YN-"

"JUST GO! WE'LL TRY TO FIND IT FIRST!", you urged them to proceed as you interrupted Sadness's protest. The elevator doors closed, leaving only you and Dahyun alone.

"Oppa, you didn't have to do that.", she looks at you worriedly.

"Don't bother, Dahyunnie. I don't want you to go to work like this, so I'm helping you to find it but we'll be really quick okay?", you assured her. Dahyun stared at you for more until she gave up with a nod.

"Okay."

You smiled in relief. "Okay. Well, I just think of... where are the places you've been at the whole day yesterday?"

Dahyun shuffles and revisited all of what she did yesterday then started enumerating it. "Well yesterday it was my day-off. I just took a rest here in the house. Did laundry, took bath, read some books, skin care, practice dancing  then I played piano after-"

"Wait stop.", you gestured her by showing her your palm. "Let's try going in your private studio."

Dahyun didn't spoke and instead followed you from behind as you entered the dorm then went straight to the room.

You looked around and you didn't had to duck on some narrow spaces and search for it through some closed containers when you definitely had your eyes locked on it.

Walking forward, you stepped in front of the piano. There, you smiled at the sight of her two earbuds unmovable on top of her piano.

Dahyun saw it too and gasped, quickly taking the things in her hand.

"Oh my God, finally.", she sighed and opened her hand, showing her customized cloud designed earbuds of hers. "H-how did you know oppa?!"

You chuckled and shrugged. "It's just simple anyway. I tried to analyze what would you like be if your earbuds would be involved in those areas you listed along what what you did there."

"You don't usually play music while you're doing chores as what Jeongyeon told me, so I crossed out the laundry. If you'll gonna listen to music while taking a bath then ofcourse you will be using speakers rather so no bathroom either.", you elaborated to Dahyun as you count it with your fingers.

"Skin care, nah. Reading a book? Definitely a no. You don't like being disturbed, Chaeng told me that she was once had you annoyed when she just barged in on your bedroom without granting permission and you were literally reading a book at that time. That left me with the last option- that private studio you girls had. Using your earbuds there can be applied while you're dancing and playing a piano there so, yeah."

Dahyun just blinked her enlargened eyes unbelievably as you finished your entire narration of review through all of what she just shared to you from your key question.

You laughed at the stunned reaction of Dahyun clearly obvious at the impression you made at the idol.

"I-Wha-How... DID THEY REALLY-", Dahyun stuttered, unable to process clearly how did you managed to take all of those interesting infos about her.

"HAHAHAHAHAHHA yeah. Those were part of the mini stories they shared with me in our get along together times whenever they're not doing something and we'll just end up talking randomly about everything.", you laughed.

"I really thought I was the one who told you about that... or even you've seen me through all of that.", Dahyun touched her chest in surprise. "You sounded like a stalker for a moment there, oppa."

"Yeah I can tell.", you sniffled another laugh. "But you can ask the girls, especially Chae and Jeongie. They'll make you know."

Dahyun nodded. "Well, I don't need to do that anymore. I know you ain't like that oppa. But I hope you really don't because as our manager and our friend, I trust you already. Even the girls do too.", she said to you hopefully.

"If that so, then I really don't have intention to spy on you girls and end up breaking into your privacy. You girls forgot one more thing from me. I don't just have trust also for you girls: I bring respect."

You and Dahyun exchanged smiles at each other before you gave a pat on her shoulder. "Let's go, they must be in the middle of the road now. We have to follow them right away.", you said to her as you make your way out of the dorm again with her.

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Arriving in JYP Entertainment building, you and Dahyun entered the Michael Jackson dance practice room where the members are doing their respective things while waiting for one of their member who thankfully had shortened their wait as they saw her thanking you again for the drive, greeting their choreographer and placing her bag onto the couch.

As they began their schedule by doing warm-ups, you decided to stroll around the building with the managing staff; Tendo, Sadness, Pinky and the rest of the crew.

Returning back to the room after hours of allowing them to maintain focus on rehearsing their dance choreography for their upcoming lead track of their new album, Jihyo was just in time to announce the break on the girls.

Jeongyeon, who is one of the only girls who walked out together with Nayeon, Jihyo, Dahyun and Chaeyoung as she told you to join her receiving her ordered food from online by meeting the delivery guy outside of the building.

As you and her reached the lobby, Jeongyeon was still busy tracking the location of the rider on her phone when you saw the familiar idol entering the area and walking at the direction towards you and Jeongyeon with all smiles alongside with his own manager.

"Jeongyeon-ah!", he called Jeongyeon after recognizing her quickly when she looked at you and told you that the rider finally arrived based on the notification popped out on the screen.

"Oh! Young K!", she waved her hand gracefully. Your face shuddered in awkwardness and distrought, having yourself inserted again in the midst of interaction between these two that were giving you strange feelings difficult to get rid of.

"Good morning! What's your sched today? Are the girls with you right now or just you?", he asked. Seems like they about to brought theirselves into their small talk against without bothering to notice your presence around near them so you just did what you usually do in respect and shame for them: stay still and shut up.

"Good morning! A-ahh... yeah. They're with me today. We're having our break as of now from our dance practice.", Jeongyeon answered with a grin. "How about you, oppa?"

"Well, I have to meet JYP nim today.", he answered. That made you look at him for a second because it kinda suprised you atleast. "I have a work... proposed by him that I definitely agreed on.", he smiled.

"Can you tell me about it?"

"An ongoing collab song. I'm going to be composing with him.", he proudly replied.

"Woahhh! Really?! Congrats, oppa! Can't wait to hear your song with JYP oppa!", Jeongyeom clapped celebratingly. It earned a soft laughter from her bestfriend... you weren't sure if that's the correct term to call him for Jeongyeon yet.

"I have to go now, Jeongie. PD nim might cancel our project if I make him mad for being late.", he joked. "Bye!"

"Bye oppa!" The two high fived. You just had to watched them do that without any rights to disturb or prevent them from talking happily with each other as your heart sunk inches by inches beneath seeing your crush acting suspiciously again with someone very close to her.

Meanwhile, two people were keeping an eye on you from the distance as they hid on the wall of the hallway leading to the right.

As they ended their convo, you directed Jeongyeon on the glass wall of the entranceway where the reflection of the Seoul exterior can be seen, including the motor that is parked on the side where it is owned by what it seems to be a delivery rider checking his phone to keep in touch with the customer.

"Jeong, I think that's yours.", you pointed assumingly to it. She followed where you're pertaining to and agreed after. "Looks like it is."

You were right. You exited the building with Jeongyeon and approached the rider where it was confirmed that the idol's ordered food is there with him. She claimed and paid it after, repaying gratitude towards one another before you helped her carry it and enter the place again with her.

Later in the night, the girls successfully finished arranging their entire choreo from begginning through the end as it was declared by their instructor.

"Good job everyone! Come back here at 10AM tomorrow okay? We will attempt to polish and familarize the moves now. Rest well ladies!", the instructor announced to the exhausted girls sitting and lying down on the wooden floor, now satisfied and relieved that the draining practice is over.

We all clapped in respect for the girls hardwork again which they returned with an appreciation and gratitude too along with a flashy, lively smile like the humble and wholehearted people they are.

As you opened my tablet and checked out their completed schedule today before you reviewed their upcoming ones tomorrow and days following by, Jeongyeon came to your side and brought her bag there to fix it on your side.

You looked at her and she smiled back, which definitely caused an uncontrollable flush and embarassment on your behalf, too weak and instable to contain her lovely looks.

"Oppa, please join me tomorrow at the mall after we left from practice.", she requested while shutting close her bag's zipper.

"Sure. Going shopping?", you gladly accepted accompanying her as if that's not a part of your job as her personal manager.

She nodded in response.

Standing up from your seat, you brought her back for assistance as you let her be with the girls while you joined your fellow managers walking down through the ground floor to reach the exit and go to the parking lot where your car and the company's van are kept.

During the ride, you heard something from them that won your interest; discreetly listening at the words they're mumbling at the back while you paused your task at your tablet.

"Agh, I'm so hungry. I'm craving for some bulgogi right now.", it was Jeongyeon expression her eagerness to taste some delicious famous Korean dish.

"Same unnie, should we order?", Tzuyu agreed and suggested.

"We'll just cook, I guess. I want it to have a homecooked taste also.", Jeongyeon declined.

You smirked as these poor girls gave you an idea to do for them tonight.

Reaching their apartment building, after a not so long drive; you escorted them to enter at Nayeon and Momo's dorm which you assumed that they are indeed serious to be the ones cooking their meal for tonight.

It was left abandoned though when you excused yourself to your roommates Tendo, Heungson and Yeongsu that you'll be back in the dorm for longer.

In their surprise, you entered their room too; and Jeongyeon and Momo who are about to wear their own aprons left their arms raised in their air as they watch you head to the kitchen with them.

"O-oppa, what are you still doing here?", Momo asked curiously. You just smiled and voluntarily removed the lace of their apron on their grasp before you hanged it back to where it was placed, leaving Jeongyeon, Momo and the rest clueless.

"Take a rest. I'll be the one cooking for tonight.", you smiled nicely at them.

Momo and Jeongyeon got shocked. "Thank you oppa!!!", they both went to you and hugged you on your side while the girls cheered and shared their own thank yous at you.

"Oppa, could you please do-"

"Beef bulgogi, right?", you interrupted Jeongyeon. She was left speechless and only able to nod with a fluttered state as she tightlipped her stucked words instead.

"Now go and rest. You girls shouldn't be doing this, all of you are tired enough already. Save some energy for tomorrow. Let me take control of the kitchen."

The girls all responded with a "Yes!" before they went on to rest in their own ways, watching TV, scrolling down on their phone, lay down on the couch and the carpeted floor as they let you move around in the kitchen, starting to work on cooking the preferred dinner of this night mostly by Jeongyeon.

You weren't even aware that your preoccupied self preparing the ingredients prevented you to notice repeated admiring glances of Jeongyeon's sparkling eyes to you. It had made her see you like truly a perfect boyfriend/ husband material from her sight.

Minutes have passed, you ordered them to gather around the table. The owners of the dorm, Nayeon and Momo helped you prepare the plates, spoons, forks and glass to be distributed for each of everyone present.

You transferred the bulgogi from the pan to three bowls before placing them on the tray and deliver it to the table, now presented in front of the girls who were left in awe at how mouth-watering its look and smell.

"Beef bulgogi, everyone.", you clapped your hands once; confidently showed your own cooked meal to the girls.

The girls cheered happily like little kids. It warmed your heart and soul as they sounded like they were your nine precious little daughters finally given granted by their loving father to cook their favorite food.

"Thank you so much, oppa!" The girls chanted again enthusiastically at you, except for one of them who sent her own in a unique manner.

Jeongyeon, who was next to you from the right, grabbed your wrist and pulled it a little closer to her, so that she can cuddle your arm and show you her melting smile and adorable greeting at you.

"Y-you're welcome, Jeongie.", you patted her on the head, earning a giggle from her which you huffed and sighed at how your heart must be beating so damn fast right now all solely because of this woman.

The rest who are witnessing this did a teaseful coughs and other sounds to portray that there's something interesting going on here. "What was that, Yoo Beep Beep huh?", Jihyo playfully asked which was effective to mnake Jeongyeon startle. "Yah I just hugged him because I really liked that she cooked us the food I've been craving since earlier. What are you thinking again, Hyomas?", Jeongyeon lets out her typical pouty duck lips. You glared at them and shook your head before defending your position. "Stop it, I know those antics girls."

"Somebody's defensive.", Sana winked and smirked at you which caused a laughter from all of you. Yes, even you who are getting teamed up here just to get linked closer with Jeongyeon as a tandem.

"If you do, can you tell us what do we mean by that?", Nayeon also smirked as she challenged you. Oh no, you got what she's trying to do. You quickly swapped it away and switched it with a different topic to escape. "Don't mind them oppa, they just love to misintepret and make fun of us again.", Jeongyeon encourages you to disregard and move on.

"Aish, let's just pray to get started. The food's about to be cold now.", you acted annoyed as you heard them still trying to contain their laughs. Jeongyeon on the other hand, was blushing like a tomato while find it hilarious on your part that you're getting targeted by these bunch of crackheads again.

After finishing the dinner, Dahyun and Chaeyoung who loves this specific household chore ever since back from their Twice Private Life rookie days ; are the ones who volunteered to wash the dishes.

Some of them began returning back to their respective rooms. You bid goodbye and goodnights at them for a sweet and peaceful sleep before also doing the same, opening the door and putting one foot out of the doorframe...

... not until in your utter astonishment, a pair of hands from the unknown groped your shoulders from behind and pulled you with force; which avoided you to leave the room for good.

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[j0kers-light]

His Lighthouse: Date Night (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Date Night - Oneshot

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KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Author’s note:

Hey hi loves! Remember Rules? This is a sequel to that oneshot! I realized I haven’t written a date scenario with Y/n and Joker. Gotta change that 🤭 So sit back and see what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your reckless lover.

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Your eyes wandered over to the window as the remnants of the sunset faded out of the sky. At this hour Grant Park should be empty but if you remembered correctly, they were sponsoring some kind of nightlife street festival this week to boost attraction to the area.

Suddenly an idea popped inside your head. It had been a while since you and J went on a date. And what could possibly go wrong strolling around a street festival with your madman of a lover?

You smiled to yourself and quickly tossed on a pair of jeans and a flimsy sweatshirt. You grabbed your phone and wallet from the nightstand before leaving your room.

The apartment was quiet as you stepped out into the hallway. You made it to Joker's threshold and caught him pacing and mumbling to himself.

You briefly picked up the words stupid and rules in between your name and sighs. It pained you to see J beating himself up for something that Barbara had already fixed.

You knocked on the open door, startling Joker a bit. He must've been deep in thought to not hear you.

"Hey.. um. I-I'm sorry for lashing out at you. I was stressed because of work and I.. I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

You walked up to Joker and gave him your best, I'm sorry puppyeyed look.

He couldn't hold it against you. He took out his frustration with work on you plenty of times. He was only trying to help relieve your stress by cleaning and made this worse. Both of you were in the wrong this time.

Joker wasn't going to verbally apologize though.

He just opened his arms for you to squeal and run into. A hug from Joker was a rare treat indeed. He hugged you super tight to the point it almost hurt. His actions always spoke louder than his words.

He was only trying to help; you meant the world to him.

Joker placed a soft kiss onto the crown of your head as you felt his deep voice ask. "Are ya going somewhere?"

You nodded and tilted your head back, gazing into pools of jade. His eyes were your favorite color now.

"Barbs restored my files and reminded me there's a street festival going on down at the park. I was wondering... if you w-wanted to go. With me. To the festival. Right now."

Joker snorted hearing you stumble over your words. It was so dorky yet indescribably you.

"Now?"

"Yeah! It's a night festival thingy. Food, music, carnival games and other stuff to promote attraction to the area. Not like we need any but.. um. D-Do you wanna go with me?"

Joker let you go to cover his mouth with his hand. He gasped like a schoolgirl hearing the biggest locker room rumor, "Bunny? Are you.. asking me out on a da-te?"

"See. I knew you'd make it weird." You were halfway to the door when Joker spun you around and stole a kiss.

He bent you almost backwards to chase after your lips and thank goodness you were flexible. He could seriously break someone's back playing around like that.

You were a little winded when he parted ways but Joker replied to you with no sweat. "Lead the way, doll."

It took Joker a minute to don a disguise and find his face mask to cover his scars, but the two of you rode the elevator down to the apartment lobby and walked out without being seen.

A quick jog across the street and further down, the Grant Park event schedulers had opened up the block-long festival to the public.

Just as you advertised, it was a nighttime event filled with bright lights, energetic music, and fun for all ages.

Children up way past their bedtime were screaming and laughing and running around with sticky hands whereas couples scrolled about, oohing and ahhing at the various food trucks and other attractions set up throughout the park.

The night was brisk on your arms but you could manage and for once the stars took centerstage in the sky despite Gotham City's heavy air pollution. Although you knew Joker hated PDA, you wrapped his arm around your shoulder and snuggled up to borrow some of his body heat.

J ran like a furnace and for once, he didn't mind the contact.

His eyes flickered down to your thin sweatshirt and huffed. If you got sick, he was not taking care of you.

He subconsciously tucked you in closer to him.

The two of you spent the first half hour walking around aimlessly, taking in the tasteful art pieces the event had on display. Some were up for sale and J noticed you eyeing a cultural piece longer than the others.

You glanced at the price and quickly ushered him along. You were so modest it was adorable.

"If you really want it doll, I can get it for ya."

You fixed him with an incredulous look. "Really?" You whispered and watched Joker nod.

"Mhm. For freeeee." He snickered when you rounded on him with a whine of his shortened name.

You swatted at his arm. "That's not funny. I thought you were being serious!"

You knew that was his trigger word. He grabbed your face to guide your attention towards his endless green eyes. "Hey. Look at me.." You blinked up at him in awe.

"Say the wo~rd... and it's yourss."

Joker slurred his words and like a flash of lightning, your gaze flickered down to his mouth hidden behind his mask. What you'd give to have it gone so you could kiss Joker properly..

He looked around for any prying eyes and was tempted to rip it off so that he could kiss you, but your stomach growled, thus ruining the moment.

Joker arched an eyebrow at the whale sound and you verbally cringed in embarrassment. "I haven't eaten yet."

My, how quickly Joker's mood could change! One minute he was ready to kiss you, the next he was staring at you with murderous intent. How many times had he punished you for not eating? One too many.

You frantically looked around hoping that something in the immediate vicinity suited your taste buds before Joker dragged you back to the apartment kicking and screaming.

He would tie you down and forcibly feed you, no doubt about it. He'd done it before. One time he fed you too much that you became nauseous and allof his efforts were for naught.

Just thinking about that messy memory had you ready to settle for anything. Thankfully you saw a Falafel stall up ahead and tugged Joker over.

And just in time. He was ready to haul you over his shoulder and leave.

He was still upset but watched you order something to snack on with rapt attention. It looked unappetizing but you popped it in your mouth and moaned at the taste.

He knew that moan very well.

"Is it really thaT good Sugar or are ya mocking me?" Joker purred into your ear.

You flushed hearing his suggestive tone but you popped a piece of Falafel into his mouth while he had the mask momentarily tipped down.

He jerked away, chewing robotically and you laughed at his bewildered face as he processed the strange taste.

"What is that?"

You giggled. "Deep fried chickpeas. It's quite popular in the Middle East. Judging by your face, you don't like it."

He dragged you down to a vendor who was selling refreshments and ordered a strawberry lemonade to wash down the unknown taste in his mouth. You laughed as Joker gulped down two cups until he kissed you and slipped a strawberry chunk into your mouth with his tongue.

Joker smirked as you chewed the fruit in silence. He had interesting ways of shutting you up...

You kind of wanted him to do that again.

Joker fished around in his pockets for something as you continued eating in between taking sips of his lemonade. It was too sweet for your liking but this was Joker's here.

He probably ate sugar straight out of the bag.

Although sweets wasn't his only vice. He found what he was looking for and stepped off to the side to light up a cigarette. You frowned at J for smoking in the park but he'd done far worse in his lifetime. Littering was the lesser of his many greater offenses.

This section of the park was scarce so Joker could enjoy a few minutes to himself and you got to see the plumes of smoke escape his mouth like a roaring dragon.

When was watching someone smoke considered hot?

Joker made the unhealthy habit sexy, especially when he locked eyes with you and exhaled through his nose. Joker practically blended in the darkness yet you weren't afraid when those sultry jade eyes of his glowed so intensely at you. They would be your undoing some day.

You didn't know eyes could be so green until you met Joker. His were so animated they were inhuman at times.

"Ya likin' the show, Princess?"

Curse this man and his plethora of pet names!

You coughed into your fist and distracted yourself by scrolling on your phone while he finished smoking, all with a smirk on his face. You had finished eating and were waiting on J when you got distracted by his smoking.

And he easily became distracted by you. Joker dragged his eyes from your messy curls down to your mix match colored chucks.

Did you do that intentionally or was it just another careless Y/n decision? The world may never know.

There were so many quirks about you that were purely accidental, so he let this one fall into that category. He finished his smoke (and tossed the bud in the trash under your watchful eye) and ushered you along back to the festival with an arm thrown over your shoulder.

The two of you continued walking further into the park where carnival-like games and booths were set up to entertain the masses.

You eyed a canal of goldfishes and the display of colorful masks hanging above it when a boisterous voice a few booths down startled you.

"Step on up! Knock down three piles of bottles in a row and win a prize!" The vendor waved at a few kids who rose to the challenge but failed on the first try.

Others tried as well but no one got past the second stack.

You and Joker were strolling by when the vendor shouted at J. "How about you sir?! Care to win a prize for the pretty lady?" He dragged his eyes up and down your form and Joker definitely noticed.

Wrong move buddy. Joker was out for blood after seeing someone openly ogle you in such a way.

You grabbed a hold of his arm and tried saving the poor guy's life by removing Joker from the scene. "Let's just go, J.."

He grumbled and stepped forward. The stare down they had was insane. No surprise, Joker won. "How much?"

The booth attendant cleared his throat before answering. "$3 for three tries."

Joker fished out a five from his pocket and waited for the vendor to explain the rules and dole out the balls used for the game.

You stood off to the side as Joker tossed a ball in the air to get a feel of its weight. He then squinted at the bottles stacked a few yards away and hummed to himself. You and the vendor looked on in silence.

You were the one who broke it. "J, you don't have to win me anything. This evening was just to get us out of the apartment."

"Shhh."

Alrighty then. You knew that tone.

Joker was in his 'do not disturb, I'm focused' mode. Once he got like this, he wouldn't hear a word you said until he completed his task.

The madman was laser focused on the task ahead so you rolled your eyes at his snippy tone and watched how this would unfold. You were secretly watching Joker's biceps as he prepared to pitch. You were so distracted that you didn't see the throw itself.

The ball flew through the air like a rocket and hit the first stack of bottles on the first try. The impact cracked two of them and the vendor blinked in shock at the level of strength displayed.

You were in shock too as Joker tilted his head and accessed the second pile like he didn't just destroy the set up.

He had tunnel vision right now. His main focus was how to win this stupid game and shove it in the guy's face. That'll teach him some manners. No one calls you pretty except him.

He imagined the bottles were the vendor's face.

Joker reeled his hand back to hit the second shot. It too fell in one swoop with a few of the bottles falling off the pedestal and shattering as it hit the ground.

You facepalmed at Joker's unnecessary use of force. This is why you couldn't take him anywhere. No home training.

You eyed the booth owner who was looking rather smug before averting your attention back to Joker as the last pile of bottles loomed ahead. This one had a dozen stacked in a pyramid and was the farthest away. Joker was confident in this throw but right before he tossed it, his gaze flickered over to the owner's smug grin.

Something was up. This would be too easy otherwise. J snorted to himself and corrected his aim to hit the back of the wall instead.

Before it got there, the vender spoke up, as if he already knew the outcome. "Sorry pal, you missed. Want to try ag–"

"You hit it J! You won!" You shouted and attracted a crowd who investigated your excitement. No one had won the game yet so it was quite the big deal.

"Huh? That's impossible!" The guy almost gave himself a hernia until he looked over and sure enough, Joker purposely hit the wall to ricochet the ball of it to knock the bottles down from behind.

How Joker managed to notice the front of the bottles were glued together was anyone's guess but seeing your joy as he won was worth the trouble.

His pretty girl was smiling and praising him for a job well done.

You were still jumping up and down as Joker scanned the prizes hanging up and yanked one down. The poor vendor was checking his rigged setup, still in disbelief to care.

"A bunny for a bunny." Joker presented a plush rabbit with adorable floppy ears to you. You instantly fell in love.

"Awwwww! It's so cute!" You beamed. It was almost as big as you with soft brown fur and a delicate bow around its neck.

"Just like you." Joker whispered to himself.

Thankfully you didn't hear him. "Keep the uhhh change." He mentioned to the still confused worker before steering you away from the booth. The guy could use the extra two dollars.

The gathered crowd let you both by as they demanded their money back from the rigged game.

You were walking towards the festival exit and held your prize out at arms length in awe. "Thank you for winning him, J! I think I'm gonna call him.. Jack." You laughed. "Yeah, Jack is perfect."

You failed to notice Joker tensing up next to you.

His eyes stared you down like a hawk. How blissfully naïve you were, but he couldn't help but admire your happiness radiating from you like a beacon. It settled his nerves just a tad. There was no way you knew..

He scratched his neck and looked away as you cuddled your new best friend.

"I uh.. hmm. I li-ke that name, Y/n." He uttered. You smiled up at Joker.

"Yeah? It's simple but so profound. A strong name indeed for such a striking fellow."

What were you going on about?

Joker quickly grabbed your hand so you didn't get hit by a car as you blindly walked across the street. Sometimes he hated how ditzy you could be.

Did you seriously value some overstuffed toy more than your own safety? Joker led you across the busy street since your attention was focused on Jack and not on your surroundings.

The second the two of you safely walked into the apartment lobby, he spoke up.

"Striking fellow? Don'T tell me you're talking about this.. thing." He swiped your keycard against the terminal to call the afterhours lift.

The elevator doors dinged open and you stepped inside still holding onto your bunny as Joker walked in and mashed the top floor button.

"Jack is not a thing, J. Don't get all jealous over the very prize you won for me. I can't wait to sleep with—"

"That... That is noT sleeping in the, uhh.. same bed as us. Ugh, I should've picked a different prize." Joker mumbled to himself as you laughed in the small elevator.

It was one of his favorite sounds but he was not jealous over a stupid toy.

Joker's eyes became lidded watching you finally turn and give him some attention. You let go of Jack to pull Joker closer to kiss him. He backed you into the mirrored walls and claimed your mouth for his own. He'd been wanting to do this all night.

The only sound in the elevator was your muffled moans until a soft ding signaled the arrival to the twelfth floor.

"This is us.." You sighed.

Us. The word echoed in the lift and the meaning sat heavy in the air.

"Mhm. We should do, uhh, outings like this more often, my Light." Joker said in between more kisses. He held his arm out to stop the doors from closing but never looked away from you. 

"Even the d__n lift wants this night to end.."

You snorted at that. "Our date isn't over yet J. How about we spend the rest of it inside?" You rubbed his scars with your thumb and leaned up to kiss them softly. Joker melted in your embrace from it.

"You.. me.. and a king sized bed.." you pulled back to pretend to think. "..and didn't you mention you wanted to try something new the other day? Something with rope?"

He proposed the idea of shibari to you a week ago but you weren't so sure. Apparently you had time to think it over.

Joker growled and picked you up as if you weighed a feather. He was on a mission, headed to your front door when, in between giggles, you called out for J to save Jack from the elevator.

"Uhhh I'll get him later, or never. I got a real bunnythat wants to be tied up." Joker entered your apartment with you bursting with excitement in his arms.

You loved date nights with J.

#ledger joker x reader #ledger joker #black!fem!reader #joker x y/n #heath joker #joker x reader #dark knight joker #reader insert #romance #a03 writer #cross posted on wattpad #cross posted on ao3 #date night #fluff #jealous!joker #strikes again #his lighthouse

[typho-draws]

Can you drop some Fred lore??? I'm rlly curious

hi hi yeas sure!! info under da cut. i wrote a bit more than i expectedddd. i tried splitting it up as best i could.

**cw/tw for unreality dealing with death, alcohol**

ok it'll be a little all over the place and i'll give the bare bones because it's a lot. he's a dude that i like fitting into maaaany universes (like most my dudes) but i'll explain the two main ones.

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**CW/TW alcohol**

basic info bout fred: he's a 30 something year old fruity german guy who is, unfortunately, a werecat. fred's got a lot of mental disorder type issues (for example he every now and then has explosive self-destructive episodes.) both bc of past stuff and the whole... werecat thing... he uuuused to have a really bad drinking issue, but it's not as bad now.

**END OF ALCOHOL STUFF**

his personality type is mostly quiet and solitary. he can talk to people if he wants to/needs to, but prefers being alone. he loves being helpful when he can and is def a problem-solver. fred also cares deeply for others even if he generally seems distant!! very righteous guy too who will take matters into his own hands. big initiative taker.

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**BRIEF WERECAT STUFF**

the whole werecat thing isn't something he was like... 'infected' with. i have a couple sketch pages i intend to pretty up and post at some point explaining ailuranthropy. it's either an infection thing or genetic thing. FOR FRED it's like a recessive hereditary disorder that was forced out by like. human interference if that makes sense? ailuranthropy's not necessarily cyclical with full moon phases either. it *can* be by coincidence, but in fred's case it can happen at random sometimes (or on different phases.) say... 80% of the time he's on a schedule with it; the other 20% are the fun moments when he least expects it!!! yippeee!!!!!

and when he's shifted to werecat, fred's like a hungry rabid animal. and it's always a 50/50 waking up to something regrettable (cough cough dead people cough. or ending up on the news somehow as a "panther-like creature.")

ANYWAYS yea he has a lot of issues :-D!!!!!!

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OKAY. TIMELINES.

#1 ----- the major timeline i think of and have thought about a lot started sometime early highschool? maybe earlier?? in this universe (and the other) fred's kind of like... an anomaly. and there's tons of other people in his same circumstance (with or without the whole werecat problem.)

**CW: UNREALITY /W DEATH** to make a long story short, fred was born quite a bit ago! give or take a hundred or so years. he ended up dying (bc of someone else who's an evil asshole and who also shows up again later on) but some weird shit happens where he comes-to in a different time and place. it's kind of like that theory people have where if u perish in one universe, your consciousness or something will pick up in another (and u dont actually die die.)

HOWEVER he still has some good memory of pre-death stuff. as time goes on it's less and less on his mind (although it does come up in... usually valid outbursts.) he has to readjust to the timeline he's in too.

IT'S MORESO LIKE... death and time travel and not necessarily death + completely different universe (like alien environments or sumn. or soooo far forward into the future that humans dont exist no more.) it's kinda like donnie darko type stuff (not directly inspired, but that's something i can think off the top my head that has a similar time thing going on.)

** END OF UNREALITY STUFF**

in THIS universe thingy he starts off having to skip town to town because of stupid werecat incidents. eventually he ends up in a little town (US east coast baby!) that he hasn't had any issues in... yet.

i like to think he probably works as a university philosophy + history professor (adjunct probs) or something in that field. the past towns he was in will have been other jobs... probably not to that level of profession though. my thought process for him being able to land that job (or any really) was that lev (another oc of mine who i MUST make more art of) would help fred forge shit bc lev coming across him was like "OMG HEY I KNOW YOUUU!!!!" from waaay back pre-death time. and wanted to help him! but that also means he's back to gleefully annoy fred 😭

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#2 ---- the second timeline type thing was one i thought up with my bf a handful of years ago. still the same death and time switch type thing except he ends up like. way further in the future. he's all nasty and smelly like a dirty sad little stray and the luckiest thing happens to him. world's richest ginger named alfie finds the loser sitting all alone by himself and takes him in <3 and then they get married (yaaay!)

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tbh if i were to start a project of sorts with fred, which i have seriously thought about since early highschool, i'd prob go off of timeline #1. i have other ideas and dudes for that story too other than fred. i'm going to start animating (or trying to) a bunch of things having to deal with him. i have an amv/pmv cooking thats like. 7 minutes long. that i HOPE to be able to work on again soon :-p

THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT HIM AND THANK YOU FOR READING!!!!!!!!!! i tried condensing it down as much i could ; _ ;!!

#fred #not art #anon #cw death #cw unreality #cw alcohol #tagging just in case people need that *salute* #i'm not great at writing sorry i think in pictures not word :-( #i love talking bout my guys tho!!! ima messy writer unfortunately u_u #my ocs

[sammyunhinged]

I fixed Hermione's 3rd year schedule

To preface this, I am a scheduling nerd. Making and figuring out how to make people's schedules work is one of my favorite pastimes.

So I bet myself that I could fix the Hogwarts schedule work to completely get rid of Hermione's need for a time turner and I did. The schedule would be very busy but definitely not impossible like it is during the Prisoner of Azkaban.

I think the abbreviations are fairly self explanatory but here's the key:

H- Herbology

HM- History of Magic

P- Potions

DA- Defense Against the Dark Arts

AR- Ancient Runes

T- Transfiguration

C- Charms

MC- Care of Magical Creatures

AM- Arithmacy

MS- Muggle Studies

AS- Astronomy

My thought process if you're curious:

Hogwarts students have seven required courses from their first through fifth year:

Astronomy

Charms

Defense Against the Dark Arts

Herbology

History of Magic

Potions

Transfiguration

During third year they can add any of the following electives:

Ancient Runes

Arithmacy

Care of Magical Creatures

Divination

Muggle Studies

I put the following requirements on myself:

elective courses included all 4 houses due to the naturally smaller classes sizes

core classes for 1st through 5th years must only have 2 houses like in the books, keeping classes sizes reasonable

no classes could happen at the same time (aka 3rd year Arithmacy cannot happen at the same time as 3rd year Divination)

a single professor must be able to teach every one of their classes (aka 1st year DADA cannot overlap with 6th year DADA)

There must be time between classes so students can get from classroom to classroom

Classes must start at the same time every morning (9:00am), afternoon (1:00pm), and evening (6:30pm)

There must be a break after morning and afternoon classes so students have a time for lunch or dinner if they have a busy schedule.

I made the schedule using a timetable used by many universities. Classes occur on Monday/Wednesday/Friday or Tuesday/Thursday for a total of 150 mins per week, so 50 min classes on M/W/F and 75 mins classes on T/R. The only exception is a 75 min class on Monday/Wednesday from 4:00-5:15 which ensures all classes are done by 3:50pm on Friday.

Quidditch practice could easily take place on weekday mornings before 9:00am, weekday evenings between 5:30-9:00 when Astronomy classes begin, Friday afternoons, or weekends.

If anybody wants to see the complete schedule for all seven years or particular professors, I have those as well.

#Hogwarts #Harry Potter #Hermione Granger #prisoner of azkaban #Wizarding world #Hogwarts is a bad school #Time turners are the worst #fuck jkr

[screampied]

Time for my daily check-in. Hru Vegas 🫶🏾? Tbh, I'm over here having issues with my ex but besides that I'm been trying to finish your drawing and on the sims 😭. Can't wait for christmas, like, there's so many presents that it can't fit and one gift is on the couch🧍🏾‍♀️. And omggg, they won't stop giving me stuff to wrap. Even had the audacity to call me an elf because i'm short 💀

AW :( UR SO PRECIOUS HI HI MY SWEET ଘ(੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ 🤍 !

im okaaaaay, omg im finally on break so i should have more time to write n spend time on other things, also work on my sleep schedule bc exams rly fucked me up BAD. im gonna clean my room n scream my lungs out to wtv songs come on my playlists before i start writing in da meantime fr

im sorry to hear ur havin troubles w ur ex :( i hope it settles soon <3 && omg i cannot waaaait take ur time baby don’t rush.

i can’t wait for christmas eitherrrrr. i set up my first christmas tree (it took me three hours😃) i don’t even wanna think how long it’s gonna take takin all the ornaments + lights off, goodbye.

HOPE U ENJOY UR CHRISTMAS THO !!!! sending u many candy canes n gifts virtually mwah

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

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[doobea]

dooby ! hello mi luv hehe i hope u are doin’ vv well and hope u don’t mind if i sneak my way into ur mailbox ૮꒰ྀི⊃⸝ ⸝ ⸝⊂꒱ྀིა i saw your taggies on the sae post i tagged u in ‘n i have 2 say i need moar of your lil’ thoughts of sae ! honestly the itoshi brothers jus’ give me da vibes of sour patch kids ૮ ꒰˶ - ࡇ •˶꒱ ა first they’re sour then they’re sweet (they also have da emotional capacity of da sour patch kids i swearrr!)

hehe hello!! u can stop by my inbox anytime kayla!!

and omg yea i have a lot to say abt sae ... and i guess rin too - both brothers are so emo and grumpy but so soft at the same time... but lets focus on sae first.. i made a similar post a while back regarding my headcanons of him being a softie but let's do both a personal/relationship 'deep-ish dive'.

even tho we haven't had his background story yet i think we all kinda know that he probably didn't have the best time in spain - i think in the manga ego touched a lil bit on this that young prodigies often get ahead of themselves and place themselves on such high pedestals that they crash and burn when they're actually surrounded by pro players. and most likely happened to sae. which leads to him redoing his whole career goal and then focusing all his time on proving to others that he does belong in their world (pro football) for the next several years aboard. comes back as a totally new, edgier self and doesn't know anything but his worth in football.

and i agree that he lacks major social skills (the way he talked to the JFU officials and other pro-strikers - but i hope to god he's nice to women tho... LOL). i think he just says whatever comes to mind first?? even if those thoughts are very crude and blunt.

but when it comes to people he likes (aka i still think he cares about rin to a degree ... doesn't show it outright??) i think he definitely has harsher expectations of them. says mean things but he wants them to become better versions of themselves. he doesn't really know how to give compliments/advice like a regular person.

i mentioned this in the tags but sae isn't good w his words so i think he mainly expresses his intentions through actions. but he's going to be a bit awkward w his actions obviously. doesn't let a lot of people into his personal life, probably locks every emotion away from the people he works with, and struggles with being expressive.

starts off with longing stares across the room -> trying to time his schedule to match with yours -> 'accidentally' brushing hands -> he sneaks your favorite drink/snack on your table before you get in -> acts disinterested whenever you ask him for help but secretly celebrating inside

i see him ultimately as a gentle bully partner hehe he'll be a bit more forward about his emotions the more comfortable he gets around his partner. doesn't sugarcoat his thoughts and will just give his opinion straight there. gets a lot bolder with his actions too, and probably says the most heart-swooning lines with a straight face.

doesn't really 'plan' dates?? i feel like he's more like 'yeah we can check this place out' walks around some more and 'oh lets see whats over there' and so forth. def open to exploring new places and more of a sightseer versus an activity person (at least in my head).

and omg i do have a playlist dedicated to the guy too but here are some songs i think are so him when in a relationship: Oceans & Engines by NIKI (big big big one!!), Sugar by Brockhampton, Snow on the Beach by Taylor and Lana (i know you have this song for you and isagi in ur selfship lore hehe), Die for You by Joji, and Love me Like That by Sam Kim (i beg of u to listen and agree w me).

ok ok last bullet point but i wanna jot down what things remind me of sae (or rather types of things he'll do whether by himself or in a relationship) before i end haha - hiking/kayaking, has a mini wine cooler probably, making curated playlists for each other, goes out of his way to buy you medicine and food the moment you say you're feeling unwell, kinda cooks but also kinda sucks at it, very big on cuddles and praising you, forehead kisses/forehead bumps, also a cheek pinch type of guy, food cart >> fancy restaurants, hates arguing but doesn't really know how to resolve them without getting slightly defensive/coming off as detached, loves having deep convos with you late night until he falls asleep mid-sentence.

ok yup thats it. im normal abt him >:(

#this ended up being very long whoops #but like #you understand why im crazy for him right #maybe a bit too crazy #doobea answers ⋆˚✿˖° #but thank you for asking heheh #and thank u again for the tag earlier too :3

[resi4skz]

From Brush to Heart (a bang chan fanfic) CHAPTER 14

Pairings: Bang Chan/Rebecca(OC), Han/Luna(OC) Genre: Romcom

I'm applying the last touches of makeup on Chan's face when I feel his fingers rubbing up and down up my leg. I look down and see it's his left hand where no one can see him. I glance up at him with a cocked eyebrow. He just winks at me, giving me a toothy smile making me almost turn into a puddle on the floor. "Channie!" I whisper through my face mask. "What if someone sees?"

He shrugs his shoulders, withdrawing his fingers. "I'll say there was something on your jeans."

I snort. "My god, Bang Chan-ssi. Where do you come up with such lies?"

He grins, winking at me again. I blush behind the mask. It was our official first day as a couple, though no one knows about us yet. He and I decided to keep it low for now till we were comfortable enough to tell everyone. It was also end of March so their schedules was fully packed as they were preparing for the next comeback in April. 

Smiling, I turn around and grab my water bottle, taking a sip as Channie joined the other members. I was tidying up the brushes and eye pallets when someone cleared their throat from behind. Turning around, I see it's one of the makeup artists standing, with a bag in her. I think her name was Kim Da Rim. "I made cupcakes and wanted to share it everyone, including the staff," she says giving me bag. 

"Oh," I say, eyeing the bag as I take it. "Thank you!"

"You're welcome," she replies. "Say, is Bang Chan treating you well?"

"He is. Why do you ask?" I ask. What a weird question to ask a fellow staff.

"Nothing. I've just heard that he's pretty hard to handle."

"No, he's pretty down to earth kind of man." I glance inside the bag. Definitely cupcakes. Chocolate to be exact, the same color of the dead rat I saw this morning. I still haven't told Chan about that yet.

"Do you want to have lunch together? It will give us time to get to know each other."

"Sure." The sudden feeling of dread erupts in my gut and I can't seem to understand why. Because why does my instinct tell me to run? I quickly shoot a message to Chan.

R: channie, please send one of the boys to the staff room after lunch

C: sure but why?

R: explain later.

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"Ah, so that's why your korean is so good!" Da Rim chuckles as she bites into her sandwich. 

Meanwhile, I take a bite out of the lasagna Luna made the previous night. It was delicious. "Yes, all thanks to my best friend giving me the motivation."

"I see."

I was finding her very weird at this point. I don't know why but she was giving me bad vibes. As I finish my lunch, I pack up the leftovers and put it back in the fridge to take it back home when I get off work. As I'm about to walk out of the staff room, Da Rim comes running. "Let's go back together."

As much as I hated the feeling in my gut, I nodded. And now we were walking back to the make-up room when she stops me. "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

I almost choke on my own spit. "W-why do you ask?"

She chuckles, hand on her mouth as she does. "It's just that you're always around the boys and wondered if your boyfriend would ever be jealous about that."

"I don't have a boyfriend," I reply. Channie, I'm sorry!

"Oh?" She takes a step closer making me take a step back. "A little birdie told me that there's something going  on with you and Bang Chan." She takes another step.

"You're greatly mistak-" I feel her hands on my shoulders and push me, rather hard. My eyes widen as my body flails before I'm in the air, going down. I now realized that there were stairs underneath me and that this was going to hurt very badly. My eyes catches her smirking before she walks away when my ribs makes contact with the stairs and I roll down. Somewhere along the way, I felt a sharp pain in my right ankle. 

I groan when I finally reach the bottom and instantly feel the pain radiating through my entire body. I try to get up but the sudden sharp pain shoots right to my ankle and ribs making it harder for me to breathe. "Fuck." Leaning on left arm, I put all my energy to sit up and catch my breath. Oh, that bitch. Wait till I get my hands on her. Just you fucking wait, Da Rim.

"Noona?" 

I snap my head up and smile. "Hannie."

"Oh my god, noona!" He yells sprinting towards me. "Are you okay? What happened?"

Do I tell him that it was Da Rim who pushed me down the stairs? I glance up at him before I spoke. "I slipped. And I think I sprained my ankle."

"Shit. Okay, stay here," he says as he runs and disappear around the corner. 

"Ow," I hiss in pain and put a hand over my ribs. Dammit, I'm going to feel it tomorrow morning. Then I hear sudden footsteps coming my way, Han and Chan coming in view.

"Becca." 

I want to cry and crawl in a hole. It's our first day as a couple and he sees me at my most vulnerable state. "Hey, guys." 

They both sprint towards me with Chan immediately kneeling on front of me. "You okay?"

The worries in his eyes is enough for me to shake my head. "No. I think I sprained my ankle and my ribs hurt."

"Han-ah, help her get on my back," he orders and Han helps me get on Chan's back so I'm piggybacking him. "Hold on." He hoists me up and walks down the hall where his studio is. 

Once inside, he gently puts me down on the leather couch. "Han, get some ice, please."

As Han leaves to go get ice, Chan sits beside me and lifts my leg, gently on his lap. I wince in pain as he takes my shoe and sock off to inspect my ankle. "Well, good news. It's not as swollen so you might be able to walk on it. But icing will help with the swelling and pain."

"Okay."

Han comes back with an ice pack and Chan immediately puts it on my ankle. I sigh at the relief the cold gives me. "Who was it?" Chan asks.

"Hmm?"

"Becca, who was it that pushed you?" He asks again.

Without looking at him, I answer. "No one."

"I'm going to let the staff know," Han says as he leaves.

"Baby," Chan spoke. "Gwenchana?"

I glance at him and I realize this whole time, he was looking at me. I also realized he looked scared, like he almost lost something. But I was glad he didn't ask me the question again. "I'm okay, Chan. Just a bit sore." Which was true. I was pretty sore. But he keeps staring at me like I'll break. "Channie, I really am okay."

He grabs my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine as his thumb softly rubs the back of my hand. "So much for first day as a couple, huh?"

He laughs softly. "Well, you did say you'll be mine."

I blush at his statement, touching my cheeks with my hand. I let out a small gasp when he grabs my hand. But he's just staring at me, with those brown eyes I fell for. "What?"

"You're so adorable," he says smiling, showing those dimples. He raises my hand to his mouth, giving it a kiss, light as a feather. "Becca, you're red as a tomato." My eyes widen and I yank my hand back, covering my face while he just laughs at my misery. 

I glare at him and give him a playful nudge as he re-positions the ice pack on my ankle. "Bang Chan-ssi. Since when did you become so lovey dovey?"

"Yah," he says as he glances at me. "What's with the honorifics?"

"Waeyo? Shireoyo?" 

"When are you gonna call me something else other than my stage name?"

I shrug, wanting to hide my smile. "What should I call you then? How about Mr. Bang Christopher Chan?" He blinks a couple times before his ears turn bright red as a tomato, just like his cheeks. "Now, who's face is red as a tomato?"

"Aish," he rubs his ears in frustration. I yank his arm down as I cup his chin and press a kiss on his already reddened cheek. He turns his head, facing me. "What was that for?"

"What, I can't be affectionate with my boyfriend?" 

He smiles. "Boyfriend, huh?"

I nod as I giggle but wince as sharp pain shoots through my rib. "Aish, shib-" I purse my lips before I could let a swear word out. 

But he laughs, his squeak escaping his mouth. "Babe, you seriously are adorable."

The door burst open, making both of us jump. We both look up and see Yunji. "Unnie," I spoke. 

"Yah, gwenchana?" She asks, looking worried.

"Ah, yes. Nothing major," I replied smiling. 

"She's got a sprained ankle and bruised ribs," Chan chimes in. "I think she should take a few days off to rest."

"But I-"

"He's right," she cuts me off. "You've been granted 2 weeks off. Rest up."

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*LUNA'S POV*

I can't wait to go home and finally be able to see my best friend who I haven't seen since last week as she has been healing from the fall she took at worm. Which I'm pretty certain she didn't just 'trip' and fall down the stairs. I knew she lied Chan and the guys but I knew she was pushed. So when I asked her, she told me. Just you wait, Kim Da Rim. Karma is waiting for you.

I walk in the apartment to find it quiet. Too quiet. "Becca?" No reply. Odd. I walk into my room and quickly change into more comfier clothes. Did she go out? I spot her phone on the kitchen table. Okay, she's NEVER without her phone. My head whips to the bathroom. "No no no no." I sprint to the bathroom and swing open the door. My heart drops. 

There lays Rebecca on the floor, with a huge gash on her forehead. Unconscious. "Oh my god, Becca!" I drop to my knees and cradle her head on my arm. "Becca!" My brain finally clicks and take my phone out of my hoodie pocket, I quickly dial 119. "Ah, ne. Please. My friend is unconscious. I need an ambulance." When they ask for the address, I give it to them as tears start rolling down my cheeks. "Please hurry. She's bleeding from her forehead."

"The paramedics are 2 mins away. Please stay on the line till they arrive." 

The next 2 minutes was the longest 2 minutes of my life. Please. Not her. She's my best friend. My sister. The bell rings and I let them inside, leading them to the bathroom. They ask me a bunch of questions regarding how I found her, what time I found her, etc. "Okay, we're going to take her to Seoul Hospital. You can come with us or follow us there if you'd like." 

I tell them that I'll follow them since I wanted to pack a bag for her, if she had to stay the night. So I quickly pack a bag, putting anything necessary things tnat she would need. As I start heading out, I grab her phone and the car keys. All the while saying a prayer. Praying she's okay. 

*15 mins later* 

I don't think I've driven the car that fast anywhere before. The way I dodged so many cars on the way to the hospital. Running inside, I tell the nurse Becca's name. She guides me to the room. I thank her and as she leaves, I stare at the door. Wiping my eyes and face, I slide open the door and close it behind me. Then I see her laying there on the bed. Fresh tears fall down my cheeks as I walk closer to her. The nurse had told me that the doctor had stitched up her forehead and she may wake up soon. 

I fish out my phone and quickly type a text to Han letting him know about the situation. I sit on the chair beside the bed and hold her hand. "Becca, you better wake up." I hold her hand and lay my head down, closing my eyes. 

*Some time later*

I stir awake and jolt up, sitting as I look at Becca. Who is still unconscious. Damn. I hear a faint noise coming from her. "Becca?" I watch as she slowly opens her eyes and glances around till they land on me. "Oh my god, you're awake!" Thank the heavens.

"What...what happened? Where am I?" 

"You're in the hospital. Do you know remember anything?" I ask, wiping my cheeks.

"Last thing I remember is I was in the bathroom and then..... nothing." 

"I'm going to let the nurse know," I say as I stand up. "Don't move." 

*BECCA'S POV*

"Alright. Your vitals looks good. Just make sure to take it easy for a few days and come back in 2 weeks to get the stitches out." The doctor smiles at me and signs my discharge papers. "And if you need something for the pain, I'll write a prescription for that as well."

"Thanks, doc," I say as he hands me the prescription paper. "I have a an extra two pair of eyes to make sure I take the meds." I glance over at Luna, who narrows her eyes at me. 

"Alright. Sounds good. You're free to leave whenever," he says, taking his leave.

I turn to Luna, who's not looking at me with arms crossed. "Alright, look. I'm sorry I scared you and I know I should've called you but I didn't have my phone with me."

"Becca, you scared the shit out of me!" She yells as she walks closer to the bed I was sitting on. "I didn't know what to do when I saw you laying like that."

"Hey," I say. "I'm okay. It's just a few stitches." I wrap my arms around her, giving her a tight hug. "I'm sorry to have given you such a fright." She wraps her arms around me tightly. 

"I told Han."

"Okay. It's good that you did," I release my arms and smile. "Now let's get out of here. I'm hungry." She laughs and nods. 

*30mins later*

"Man, I could really go for a pizza right about now," I say as I climb the last step of the stairs and look at Luna who's holding the door open for me.

"I'll order when we get inside because there's someone very eager to see you," Luna smiles as I give her a puzzling look and walk inside our apartment. As I walk closer, I hear two very hushed voices and two very familiar figures coming into the view as I come to stop in the living room.

Han is the first one to notice me. "Noona." 

Chan whips his head towards me. From where I'm standing, he looks like he had been....crying? "Guys? What are you doing here?"

"Noona, are you okay?" Han asks as he walks closer.

"The doctor gave her the okay but told her to take it easy for a few days," Luna replies as she stands beside me. 

"Hannie, I'm okay," I smile and glance behind him at my boyfriend, his vibrant hair on display.

Luna clears her throat. "I'm gonna order pizza. Wanna help me order, Han?" 

"Absolutely," Han replies as I watch them walk into her room, closing the door behind them. They're totally whipped for each other.

As I turn my head back, Chan is standing in front of me. But I don't get a chance to say anything as he enevelops me in a tight hug. I feel his body shaking as soft sobs come from him. I wrap my around him and rub my hands up and down his back. "Chan, I'm okay," I whisper, loud enough for him to hear. "I'm here."

"I thought," he chokes out. "I thought I lost you."

I push him back. He's crying. I cup his cheeks with both of my hands. "Baby, no. No crying otherwise you're going to make me cry." I wipe the tear that falls on his cheek. "I really am okay. I just need some rest, that's all." 

"Jinja gwenchana?" 

"Na jinja jinja gwenchana," I smile as I squish his cheeks with my hands.

"Yah," he says through his squished cheeks. I giggle and slide my arms around his torso hugging him tight, my cheek resting on his heart. 

His heart was beating at a steady pace. I close my eyes as his arms go around me, securing me tightly. "You gave me quite a scare."

"I know. I remember turning around so I could get my phone from the kitchen but I blacked out. Doctor said it was a vasovagal reaction,' I look up at him, pouting. "And I ended up hitting the bathroom counter when I fell.'

He smiles widely before pinching my cheeks. "Ah!" I rub my cheeks, while pouting. He giggles and cups my cheeks, pecking my lips. My eyes widen at his sudden display of affection. 

"Jinja gwiyeowo," he says as claims my lips again. I close my eyes and grip his shirt as I reciprocate his affection. His hand threads through my long wavy hair, careful of my forehead. 

A voice clearing their throat breaks us apart. "Well, looks like you two are having fun," Luna says as she walks into the kitchen. "The pizza will be here in 20 minutes."

I glance at Chan, who glances back at me and I stifle a giggle. "I'm going to sit and watch some TV." I sit on the couch, Chan takes his seat beside me, I turn on the TV while Han and Luna sit adjacent of us. Chan immediately intertwines my hand and rests our hands on his thigh as I lay my head on his shoulder. 

The next thing I know is I'm being picked up and placed on my bed. "Huh? What? What's going on?" I say groggily. Why do my eyes feel so heavy?

Chan chuckles. "It's okay, babygirl. Go to sleep." He gently lays my head on the pillow and I feel him tuck me in before he kisses my forehead and silently walks away leaving me to slip into my dreams of a blue haired boy. 

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A/N: sooooooo.....who here likes the fluff between Becca & Channie? Chapter 14 will be a while so please be patient with me~

Korean words:

Waeyo? Shireoyo? = Why? Don't like it? Gwenchana = are you okay/alright? Unnie = sis (to a respectable person) Jinja gwiyeowo = really cute Jinja gwenchana? = Are you really okay/alright? Na jinja jinja gwenchana = I'm really, really okay/alright

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3 | CH 4 | CH 5 | CH 6 | CH 7 | CH 8 | CH 9 | CH 10 | CH 11 | CH 12 | CH 13

#bang chan fanfic #stray kids bang chan #christopher bang #chris bang #bang chan #straykids

[faggotician]

2day was ok!! i wz an hr late 4 work but it wz fine cuz nobody told me i was sposed 2 read th ktchn paper schedule 2 kno wen im working n it wznt on th app we use 2 c our schedules so they understood. im getting pretty ok w foodrunning!! im doing it stoned as hell most of da time so im probly gr8 sober lmao . idk all i can rly think abt anymore is work cuz im here pretty much 24/7. it kinda bums me out sumtimes bc i dont do much else n cant focus on anything 4 2 long without being drawn back 2 thinking abt it. This time of year always feels like a big emotional/prsnl turning point time & i think im getting stronger n better at handling my emotions.....The future is bright i hope!! i hope i hope i hope

#999 #dont got my journl on me so poast it is #only thing im kinda mildly worried abt is drug stuff . i dont think im addicted 4r 2 anything im using #But u never rlly realize till yr alrdy there i guess . #My very best cowos rn r doing sober september and i jus have No interest tbh but i do need a T brk anyway #whatever we'll figure it all out one day

[thegraveyardjohnsongrey]

Just another Wednesday

Cadens tiny fingers, him being so quick at walking! Well -  stomping around quickly and with his right arm high up for balance 

He is so cute (and hefty!!!!!!!)

“What if I could live without fear?”

FT w Calvin - Calvin called me today. And so (me being me and wanting to answer friends’ calls whenever possible)- we talked about for about an hour and a half (our usual for us on a good day and when when our schedules allow). He was venting to me about how things are pretty tough with his ma right now and how she’s always on him about his weight and dental school apps. I couldnt help but feel wawa for him and everything he was saying about his mom. I The pressure of everything and trying to find your own balance when hone isn’t helping

It def gave me perspective for me and my own fam (and how pretty good I have it - and that i want to show my mom & das appreciation of what they do fit me 

Although I can relate to Calvin for sure- in terms of wanting to assert my boundaries and feel that they respect them th

Pool w josh!!!

I still think it’s crazy how cam is out and able to have these convos. lol. Like that’s wild!!

This time around IF YOU MUST KNOW, professionally I am now officially working on my Law School applications and- as of late last night- am signed up to do my NALA Skills Exam (Take 2!). Im not gonna lie, it was a weird feeling returning to it all and opening my NALA account and re-visiting my rubric from July. It was like opening something up from ages ago, and I couldnt help but feel really bittersweet- bc I knew how much this hurt me when it happened. On that same note, however, Im happy that a large part of me has healed and that enough time has passed where I can re-approach with this with a different energy and drive. I so have more hope this time around. Not in me necessarily passing or getting what I want - but in coping with what will be. I think one of the coolest things that ive realized like in the past 2 weeks is that: when it comes to the NALA exam, when it comes to LSAT, etc. —— im realizing how big of a role fear and pressure has played in my journey of those two things.

Note to self: Free yourself of every expectation on you and just live for what you can do. 

This time around, I’m not succumbing to fears of not doing well. Cuz I already did that

LMFAO

and ya know what I learned?

That i survived. 

I survived the “worst” possible scenarios and yet. 

I’m still here. Im still here. Im still that Btch. And still sick as ever.

And so yeah. 

Imma go into this, this time better - and having been someone who has endured the “worst”. And still arriving on the other side of it in tact and with the same amount of family and friends and love and support that I did before. I’m not letting my fear hold me back from where I’m meant to go. And whether that is to fail again or to actually pass, I know it will be where I’m meant to be. And that’s just what it is. Shoutout to us, and for learning the importance of failing and falling. No quality person comes from a place of zero failure. Also… is it weird that I’ve been feeling like this ..inactive artist or washed out actor from a show that ended 3 years ago? Lmao Like I feel like someone who has been away from their craft for so long 

ND ITS BC I HAVENT FOUND MY NEW GROOVE!!!! (Lol not me liking myself to the most Leo person alive in Disney - Emperor Kuzco). Well anyway, like Normani, Im happy to have had an explosive debut in 2018, a fun run in 2019, and a quiet 2020. Im not sure if 2021 will be the year where “everything happens” for me, but im excited to see where my planning and hard work goes into 2022. For me, that’s law school and for Normani, quirl, well. That’s a dam album lmao . To slow, progressive, and intentional growth!!!!!! Normani gurl, we both gonna make it!!!!!!!!!!! 3.31.21

[spilledkauffie]

Meet Cute

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x DogMom!Reader Word Count: 1.8k T/W: fluffyyyy A/N: I know it’s a trope, but I love it!

Can you imagine Bucky with a puppy?!?!

Managing six dogs at once wasn’t exactly easy, but you did it rather gracefully, at least most of the time. Today however, you fumbled with your keys at your apartment door when two dogs suddenly, and swiftly wrapped around you, pulling opposite directions. With a small shocked squeak at being squeezed, you accidentally dropped both your keys and a leash, one out of six wasn’t bad, but it was still a loose puppy, trotting around the apartment hall like he owned the place. 

“Peanut!” You yelled out of sheer concern as the baby dachshund gallivanted towards the stairs, as if it were his prison break at last, “Peanut, sweetie, come here!” You called again, eyebrows furrowing during your attempt to untwist the other leashed from around you, as he got closer and closer to that first step which was far too steep for him to comfortably and safely make wihtout tumbling down the rest. 

You watched in sheer panic as his short stout front legs took the leap of faith with ears flying freely in the air like he was Dumbo. You anticipated the little yelp that would absolutely break your heart— Thankfully there was a soft landing platform neither of you had prepared for. Underneath Peanut appeared two hands covered in black gloves. The small dog fit perfectly in the hands as he wagged his tail, beyond proud of the heart attack he nearly gave you. Sighing, you leaned into the door of your apartment for support. 

“Whoa there,” the saviour said, bringing the pup up with him as he stood, having had to dip to catch the pup on the stairs, after glancing at the shining silver bone shaped name tag he met the dog’s eye line, “Peanut, was it?”

As the stranger made his way up the last few steps, you couldn’t take your eyes off him. While you didn’t know him personally, you had seen him around the apartment complex before. Heart still pounding, you shook your head at the pup who was plenty happy in the hands of his rescuer. 

“Peanut Butter Brittle Biscuit,” you full named the dog, causing him to tuck his tail, still wagging it though. Setting your hand, which was still being tugged on by the other five other dogs, on your hip, “you know better than to just run into strangers, it's rude.”

“Well, Peanut,” he looked to the pup in all seriousness, “I’m Bucky. There, we aren’t strangers anymore,” he affirmed, shaking the dogs tiny little paw gently, “and so we’re not strangers,” he looked to you, “I’m Bucky, and you are?” You smiled at his flirty tone, “unless you’d like to go by 4C? Keep it professional?”

“Four- C?” You gave a puzzled look.

Bucky pointed above and behind your head, with the hand he was not literally cradling Peanut with. Quickly glancing you realized it was your apartment number. Now feeling a flush of embarrassment, you took a moment to face him again, squeezing your eyes closed. 

“Oh yeah,” you nervously laughed, before giving him your name as well, you liked the way he repeated it to himself, “and you’re 2E, right?”

“Do we know each other?” he asked, tilting his head with a smirk.

“Oh no, I just, sometimes I see Yori go down there, and- I’m not stalking you, I promise,” you frantically explained, waving your hand, wrapped in dog leashes. 

“No,” Bucky smiled, letting you know that was not what he was thinking, “I think I’d hear you if you were though,” he looked down and around at the literal pack of dogs sitting and standing around you. The pack ranged from a German Shepherd to a Golden Retriever to a Dachshund to a Pomeranian to a Corgi to, lastly, a dopey Great Dane.

“Most definitely,” you laughed, trying to calm your nerves, “we’re not the most graceful bunch, you had a display of that just a moment ago, which thank you so, so much.” You placed your hand over your chest, as an expression of relief. 

“No problem,” he said with a sincere nod and smile, petting back the dog’s ears, “looks like Peanut here is a real daredevil.”

“You have no idea,” you glanced at the puppy, “he’s a troublemaker and thinks he’s invincible.”

With that Peanut interjected giving the most babyish attempt at a deep roo, sassily from where Bucky held him still.

“Talker too, huh?” Bucky gave a shocked glance at the Dachshund who was still resting comfortably with his chest being cradled by Bucky's hand.

“Yeah, well we’re 40 minutes late to D I N N E R,” you spelled out the last word in a whisper, “Fridays are always long days,” you gestured around you to the bigger dogs with toys covered in drool, they just stared up at you, sighing you collected yourself, “they’re park days.” 

“Ohh, I see,” Bucky nodded, “I'd hate to keep you any longer then.” 

With a soft ‘okay’ and a smile, you held your hands out to take Peanut back. There was a brief moment in the exchange where your hands touched his and he gave a ‘sorry’ knowing it was probably cold against your skin. As Peanut hovered with both your hands on his chubby little sides. Your Dane tugged one way again, while the Retriever was determined to go the other, pulling you and Bucky closer together. Practically chest to chest, save Peanut being the barrier between the two of you.

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, looking down immediately, even though there was hardly room between you two to do so, literally feeling the heat rise to your cheeks, you closed your eyes, “this is not happening.”

“I’ve been in worse situations,” Bucky remarked cooly, keeping his gaze focused on you, finding it surprisingly cute at how flustered you were around him. It’d been a long time since he had felt someone had real genuine human emotions regarding him. 

Neither of you took your hands away from the other’s. Standing there you bit in your lip, calming your rising pulse as you were now close enough to smell his cologne. 

“I’m-” you started, finally looking up, “so sorry.” 

“It’s really okay,” Bucky chuckled, not wanting you to feel as worried as you were, but you just knit your brows together and gave another apologetic look, “honestly, I could- I could do this all day.” There was a pause, then you smiled, ducking your head to hide your face against Peanut who was really becoming a star matchmaker, “I think Peanut and I are going to be very good friends by the end of this.”

Lifting your head with a nod, you sighed, stroking the pup’s ear, for a moment before you guided the other dogs around to give you some more space. Bucky respectfully took a step back, somehow still holding Peanut after all that. You opened your apartment door and the dogs rushed in, you let each leash fall off your hand as they entered. You said their name with each one to keep track of them.

“And lastly,” you exhaled, reaching your arms out again for the troublemaker of whom Bucky surrendered, though he was getting fairly fond of him, “well, at least let me invite you in? Have a drink on me? Something?”

“That’d be great,” Bucky said, gesturing for you to lead the way. 

Once you were both in and Bucky shut the door behind him, you let Peanut loose and immediately he ran to his dinner bowl, waiting in anticipation. Offering Bucky to sit at the bar, you set two cold bottles on top of the counter, but before you joined him you got out six dog bowls, making him smile.

“How long have you had them?” Bucky asked, opening his bottle relaxedly with his hand.

“They vary, some for years, but the most recent,” you nodded to Peanut, “only a few months.”

“So uh, why so many?” Bucky inquired. 

You squeezed your shoulders up, looking around at all of them, “they needed a home,” you said, soft smile, “each of them came from a broken place, of hurt and pain. That’s all they knew before I took them in, and,” you shook your head smiling wider, looking over to Bucky, “if I could be a part of their healing, I knew I had to be. I can’t think of leaving something to suffer if there’s something that can be done to help.”

“That’s-” Bucky looked to the floor as you rounded the counter, to sit next to him on another bar stool, having just set all the bowls down, “that’s a really great mindset.” 

“What about you?” you took a sip, “any pets?”

He swallowed shaking his head, “no, I have a weird work schedule,” he squinted at his own reasoning, hoping it didn’t sound too dumb.

“Oh gotcha,” you nodded, before gesturing with the top of the bottle, “well Rodgers seems to like you.”

Your gesture drew Bucky to look down, sure enough set atop his thigh was your German Shepherd's head, looking up with big eyes and slowly wagging his tail. Bucky pet the dog’s ear, “Rodgers?”

“Yeah, you know after Captain America? He’s ex-military himself so I thought it was fitting,” you bent down to pet the dog yourself.

There was a quietness, Bucky looked away from the dogs and you for a moment. Biting the inside of his lip he felt something he hadn’t in a long time, though he tried to repress it. A part of him felt it was a sign, another part of him told himself to ignore it. Takin another swig, he made his choice

“Hey, if you ever. . . need help with them, I’m,” he hesitated, “I’m usually free Fridays, or- park days.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled leaning back up, “how bout I get your number so we can plan a da-,” you quickly changed your sentence, “a park day.”

While you got up to grab your phone, he flipped open his, seeing the very few contacts and the messages from only one person. Wincing he was a little nervous, this meant opening up. You returned, asking for his number, to which he willingly gave you. Finishing the drinks he said he really should head home, you completely understood, already surprised that he stuck around that long after the incident earlier. 

With casual goodbyes, you shut your door and he headed back downstairs. Taking his gloves off, he suddenly felt his phone vibrate. Sitting on his couch he took it out of his pocket. Seeing your name pop up with a “hi 4C here, texting you like I said I would” and a smiley face with a dog emoji made him smile to himself. 

He opened it-- it was time to start answering messages, it was time he found his healing.

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[dreamerstreamer]

Speak Your Mind

Pairing: GeorgeNotFound / George x f!reader

Summary: Usually, you left George feeling tongue-tied, but apparently not today.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: requested by an anon who wanted a cute, clumsy george story! another anon wanted something similar, so i hope you both and all enjoy <3 this was inspired by this quote by lemony snicket :)

George slipped into his chair with a slight groan, nudging his mouse with his elbow as he took a sip of water. He watched as his screen came to life, glancing over at the time. It was still kind of early, and he had a few hours to himself before his scheduled stream.

I could probably just play by myself for a while, he thought to himself, setting his glass down to his left as he opened up Minecraft. He reached across his desk, grabbing his headphones and settling them over his head. It’s been a while since I’ve played in a hardcore survival world. 

But then his gaze flickered down to a particular server, and he found his cursor automatically clicking on it, almost like clockwork. In an instant, his avatar was standing on the Prime Path, the blocky world rendering into view around him. Shifting his mouse a few times, George smiled and opened up his inventory.

He spent a few moments sorting everything out, quietly humming to himself. A few seconds later, something popped up on the bottom left of his screen, his gaze darting over to catch it.

[y/n]: hi george!

[y/n]: how are you doing?

George’s heart almost immediately stuttered in his chest, and he spent a moment or two simply staring at the two lines of text.

He couldn’t believe just how much power you had over him.

The two of you had been friends for a long time now—nearly as long as he had been friends with Dream, even. The two of you had met almost entirely by accident, having simply been jokingly trapped together on a random server by one of the admins for a few hours. Under any other circumstances, George probably would have felt awkward to hell and back, but the two of you had just instantly hit it off together.

You were kind and cheerful, while he was practical and goofy. He loved your optimistic innocence, and you lived for his sarcastic quips. While the two of you had never met in person, both of you had most definitely seen each other’s faces before, and George would never forget the first thing he said when he saw your face.

“Woah. You’re really pretty.”

He had blurted it without warning, surprising even himself at his own words. Your face had flushed while you immediately turned off your face cam, letting out a quiet whine. “George, you can’t just say that!”

He remembered sputtering in his chair, then sending an earnest smile at his monitor. “But it’s true!”

“George!”

The image of your cheeks plastered with an embarrassed, sheepish grin and your wide, shining eyes would forever be ingrained in his mind.

Years later, that picture hadn’t changed a bit, still as clear as ever in his head, but the feelings he held for you had transformed. It didn’t happen quickly, nor did he ever want to admit it, but he was incredibly aware of it—almost too aware of it.

You made his cheeks hurt from how much he smiled around him. You filled his stomach with butterflies just with a single giggle. You made his ears turn bright red whenever you made a sly joke.

The three little words sat at the back of his head at nearly every hour of the day, and he just knew that one of these days, he was going to tell you what they were.

Hopefully.

With a smile on his face and a million thoughts swirling around his head, all of them beginning and ending with you, he closed his inventory and began to type back a response.

GeorgeNotFound: i’m doing good haha

[y/n]: i’m happy to hear that! <3

His breath caught in his throat. A heart—you had sent back a heart. He could feel his own heart seize in his chest at the sight of two simple symbols on his monitor screen.

Oh god, he was so screwed.

He walked forward a bit, his head still spinning with thoughts of you and that stupid heart as he contemplated what he should do next. An idea popped up just then, a small wave of anxiety creating over his head. With shaky hands, he began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: wanna join vc 2?

A moment ticked by, and George chewed on the side of his cheek. Then, your username appeared in the corner of his screen.

[y/n]: okay! i’ll be there in a sec :)

A smiley face. His own lips curled upwards to match the smile emoticon as he entered the voice channel, patiently waiting. A few moments later, something caught his attention from the corner of his monitor. Turning, he flinched as your avatar jumped down and landed in front of him, briefly turning red from the fall damage. A split second later, he heard a familiar ping.

“Boo!” you chirped, your voice echoing in his ear as bright as day. He felt warmth blossom in his chest just at the sound of a single syllable spoken in your voice.

“What a grand entrance,” he said teasingly, unable to hide the fact that he was grinning while he spoke.

“You know me,” you said, giggling, “I always have to make a big show of things.”

“I sure do,” he said, secretly thinking to himself.

But I wish I knew you better.

“Woah,” you suddenly breathed, something like awe seeping in your voice as your character stepped forward. “I feel like we haven’t talked in, like... forever.”

He blinked, shifting his mouse slightly toward you. “We talked yesterday.”

“No,” you said quickly, your pitch raising, “I mean like, talk talked. You know, over call or something?” Your voice grew quiet. “I missed hearing your voice.”

George wanted to throw a pillow across his room. Cute. “Well, I’m here now,” he said softly, chuckling, “so you get to hear it all you want.”

He heard you cough, but it was slightly muffled. He wondered what you looked like right now, and he half-wished that you two had your face-cams on. “Now that you’re on the sever,” you prompted a second later, suddenly sounding normal again. “what do you wanna do?” 

He thought for a moment, the wheels in his head turning. “Well, I kind of wanted to work a bit more on my house.”

“Oh, you mean your new house? The one you were building during the, uh—” You paused, searching for the right words. “—big battle?” 

He could imagine you making fake air quotes with your fingers, and he laughed, thinking of your scrunched up face. “Pfft, yeah. That’s the one.”

“I haven’t seen it yet,” you admitted, some rustling coming through his headphones. “Do... do you mind showing me it?”

He smiled sheepishly. “No, not at all. But I’m not a very good builder, I hope you know.”

You let out a brief shout, and he jumped in his chair. “Nope! Illegal!”

His eyebrows knit together. “‘Illegal’?” he parroted.

“Illegal,” you said in an affirmative tone. “It’s illegal to be mean to GeorgeNotFound. Even by GeorgeNotFound himself. Sorry I don’t make the rules.” Before he could even think of a response, your character began jumping up and down on his screen. “Now, show me the goods! I’m sure it looks great.”

He was pretty sure he was just a puddle in his chair, now. You were just far too much for his poor heart. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could take of this before he lost his mind.

Shaking his head free of thoughts of you, he pressed the W key and watched as he moved forward down the Prime Path and over a hill. “Here, follow me. It’s a bit far from the rest of the server’s homes, but I kind of like it.”

You hummed, thoughtful and soft as the two of you jumped your way over a few hills. “I get you. I mean, we all need our space. I think having your home being more far away is just cozy. Quaint. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy. It’s a win-win situation!”

He snorted at your words. Probably not going to get robbed by Tommy was a positive he would never pass up. “I’m glad it’s not just me who thinks that.”

It was then that a splash of red among a horizon full of browns and greens came into view. You let out a soft gasp as his hobbit-hole house came into view. “Sooo,” he began, clicking his mouse, “ta-da! Here it is! I know it’s not much, but it’s pretty okay, I think?”

A cry of awe flew from your lips. “Are you kidding me? Your house is so pretty!” You ran forward, your eyes wide as you gazed at the hobbit-style home. “It’s so round and cozy and—oh, the mushrooms!” Your avatar jumped up and down, punching at the air towards his house. “You even added a little moat with a bridge!”

A certain sincerity flooded your voice as you added, “George, don’t lie to me and tell me you suck at building. I love your house.”

He felt his heart melt at your eager tone. Just how endearing could one person be? 

“Can we go inside, can we go inside?” you asked, your voice growing bolder as you turned to look at him expectantly. 

A bashful smile shot across his face, even though he knew you couldn’t see him. “I—ah, I haven’t actually built the inside yet,” he admitted shyly.

You let out a soft squeal, your avatar running around the screen with a hop. “If you want, we can build it together!” you offered. “I know you’re not super confident in your building skills, but I’m more than happy to help out!”

His heart melted. You were so kind. Too kind, really. How could he say no?

“I would love that,” he said. He moved inside the house, revealing the hollowed out, blank space that would serve as the interior of his house. “So, as you can see, it’s still a work in progress.” He glanced back at you. “Where should we start? 

There was a slight pause. “Hmmm.” He could imagine the way you scrunched your nose as you thought, your fingers tapping against the nearest flat surface as you did so. “We could make most of the inside out of birch planks,” you began, “and have some dark oak details. You know, so there’s some really neat contrast between the light and dark parts of your house.”

He could hear you growing giddier and giddier with each passing second. “And we can also add some red and white carpet to match the mushroom aesthetic! Oh, that would look so good! “Your character turned to look at him, a block of birch wood already in hand. “What do you think?”

His heart beat a little faster. I like you, he thought, clear as a bell. I really, really like you, that’s what I think.

“You what?”

He froze.

Oh my god. Did I just say that out loud?

Your voice filled his ears, quiet and shaky. “Um. Yeah.”

A second passed in awkward silence. Then another.

If a Minecraft skin could blush, George’s face would be a tomato.

“I, um,” he stammered, his eyes darting every which way in search of an excuse to leave the call. Just then, his gaze caught on the glass of water he had set to his left. He barely gave himself even a second to think about what to say before he started rambling, speaking in a single, blurted breath.

“I just um spilled water all over myself and wow it’s about to get all over my set-up and that would be really bad so I’m just uh gonna go now okay great bye—”

Before he could embarrass himself anymore, he found himself pressing the ‘end call’ button and closing the window, hanging his head in his hands as he let out a long groan of despair.

Why did he do that? How did he do that?

Groaning again, he slammed his head into his desk, turning to press his cheek into the wood as he stared at his keyboard. 

He was an idiot—a big, fat idiot.

In the corner of his eye, he watched as his phone screen lit up. It‘s probably a message from [Y/N], his brain helpfully supplied. She’s probably confused as hell.

“Not helping,” he muttered to himself, sitting up once more.

Well, there was really only one thing he could do now, and that was to get help. Fortunately for him, he knew two people he could definitely ask for advice. Unfortunately, he had a feeling he knew how this conversation was going to go.

Sighing, he opened up Discord again on his monitor.

He was sure things could only go downhill from here.

“You what?!”

George grimaced. He was right. This was a terrible idea. “You don’t have to rub it in my face,” he grumbled.

“I’m—” Wheeze. “I’m not rubbing it in,” Dream explained between gasps for air, “it’s... it’s just that it’s funny.”

George pursed his lips. “I don’t know about you, but that sounds like you’re rubbing it in.”

Sapnap’s voice cut through Dream’s laughter. “Okay, okay, Dream, you’re not helping. Gogy here is having, as Tommy would put it, ‘women problems’, and he needs some help.”

All of a sudden, Dream’s laughter stopped. “If I’m being totally honest,” he said, “I’m not really seeing the problem here.”

There was a beat of silence. “How are you not seeing the problem?” Sapnap said. You could hear the frown in his voice. “George just prematurely confessed his feelings to [Y/N].”

“Yeah, and?”

Another beat of silence.

“What the heck do you mean, ‘and’? That’s the problem!”

George sighed, sinking down in his desk chair. “Dream,” he muttered into his headset, rubbing at his temples, “just spit it out.”

“Look,” he began, “I’m just saying that here’s no advice we could possibly give you, because there’s only one solution.”

“Which is?” Sapnap prompted.

“You just have to tell her outright how you feel.”

George’s jaw dropped and he scrambled to sit up. “No way I’m doing that. Nuh-uh, no thanks.”

Sapnap made a noise of approval. “No, wait—Dream does have a point.”

George felt a stone of uneasiness drop into his stomach. “You’re just saying that because you want to see me make a fool of myself.”

“No, no, nonono, I’m telling the truth!” Dream cried. “Seriously, what other options do you really have? Pretend that you never said anything and just act like nothing happened to confuse her and hope that she forgets?”

“Pretty sure that’s called gaslighting,” Sapnap mumbled.

George glared at his monitor, knowing full well no one could see him. “Not helping.”

“Ignore her for the rest of eternity?” Dream continued. “You’ve already declined six of her calls!” There was a pause, then he carried on. “George, seriously. I want the best for you, and I’m not kidding when I say this is the only viable option, really.”

He stared down at his lap, his hands shaking where they lay. “What if,” he began, “she doesn’t feel the same?”

“Well, tough luck then, Gogy,” Sapnap said bluntly, “You’re just gonna have to suck it up and move on like the rest of us.”

George pressed his lips into a thin line. While it wasn’t exactly the nicest way to put it, he supposed Sapnap was right. “What if...” He swallowed. “What if I’m not ready?”

A soft sigh came from the other end. “George,” Dream said, his voice sincere, “believe it or not, but no one’s ever ready, really. But if we all waited until we were ready, then we’d be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

George fell quiet. A strange sense of comfort fell over him as he let Dream’s words soak in. Mustering up a deep breath, he smiled.

“Okay. I’ll call her back tonight, alright?”

Sapnap let out a hoot, the sound of clapping filling his headphones. “Let’s go! Get ‘em, Gogy!”

“You really need to stop calling me that.”

“Nah. It’s funny.”

Before George could retort, Dream stepped in. “Remember buddy, no matter what happens, we’ll be here for you, okay? Don’t let your fear hold you back. Hell, you know what? Don’t let your—” Dream suddenly cackled, his voice wheezing into his mic as he sputtered, “Don’t let your dreams be dreams, George!”

George let out a groan, barely able to hear himself over the deafening sound of Dream’s wheezing. “Oh my god, I’m hanging up.”

“Good luck, Gog—”

It was at that moment that he clicked the ‘end call’ button, the sweet sound of silence washing over him. Leaning back in his chair, he stared up at the ceiling, the tiniest of smiles gracing his lips.

Maybe calling his friends wasn’t such a bad idea, after all.

George stared at his monitor, the dark screen reflecting a mirrored image of himself. His hand opened and closed on his lap, itching to hold onto the mouse.

It had been two days since he’d blurted the words he’d been procrastinating saying for the last god knows how long. 

Every time he closed his eyes, he could only see fluttering shots of you. You, with your mouth agape, staring at your screen with your headphones sliding down your neck. You, frantically texting on your phone about everything that had just slipped out of his mouth. You, with your face inevitably twisting in disgust at the thought of someone like him liking someone like you.

I’m not ready, he thought, his reflection blinking back at him.

That’s exactly why you’re going to do this, his reflection said back as his hand moved to his mouse, hovering over it.

You suck, he thought.

The monitor smiled back at him as he moved his cursor. I know.

His screen burst to life, Discord already open and waiting for him. George moved his cursor to hover over your username, his palm starting to sweat. Clicking, he reached over to his keyboard and began to type.

GeorgeNotFound: hey! did you wanna video call?

The moment he hit enter, he ripped his hands away from the keyboard like it was made of hot coals, wiping his hands on his pants. With bated breath, he waited, staring at the green circle accompanying your profile picture. Suddenly, his screen moved.

[y/n] is typing...

His heart leapt into his throat.

[y/n]: okay!

He exhaled a sigh of relief through his nose, his mouse moving to press the hit ‘video call’ button. A few seconds passed with the ringtone echoing through his headphones. A moment later, the ringing stopped and your face filled his screen, the familiar set-up of your room fading in at the corners. His heart swelled at the sight—both with affection and anxiety.

“Um, hi!” you said with a shy smile, your gaze darting away from the screen as you waved at the camera. Despite your bright demeanour and cheery tone, he could practically feel the tension in your shoulders the moment he laid eyes on you.

“H-Hi,” he said back, swallowing as he mustered up a shaky smile. Your gaze flickered to his for a brief second, and in that moment, it almost felt like you two were actually looking at each other in real life. Then you looked away again and something in his chest cracked.

“How are you doing?” he asked slowly, trying to prompt a conversation. “It feels like we haven’t talked in forever.”

Your lips quirked as you tilted your head at him. “We talked, um, two days ago.”

He ignored the embarrassment flaring up on his cheeks. “I mean like, see-each-other-talk talked.” He paused, then adding in a near-whisper. “I missed seeing your face.”

Your rosy lips parted in awe, and he was almost certain that he was never, ever going to forget that expression of yours.

“And, um, h-how—how are you, George?” you stammered out with a shaky voice, curling up a little in your chair. “Are you doing okay?”

George opened his mouth, then shut it. Whenever people asked him if he was okay, his mouth always defaulted to “fine” or “good” or “okay”. Rarely did he ever find himself telling the truth. But now, as he looked at your shy, bashful face, he knew what he had to do. Straightening up, he looked his webcam dead in the eyes.

“I,” he said, “am really, really nervous right now. Like, nervous out of my mind.”

You blinked, finally turning to face him directly at last. “Really?”

He nodded, his anxiety slowly falling away. “Yeah. Do you know why?”

Recognition flickered through your eyes, and your cheeks grew hot once more. “Why, George?”

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and smiled.

It’s now or never.

“I like you, [Y/N]. A lot. What I said earlier was true. It wasn’t some bit, and it wasn’t just some spur of the moment thing. I really do like you a lot, and I would like it if you would be my g—”

He almost choked on his own words, oh-so very aware of just how hot his face was. “And I,” he began again, squeezing his eyes shut, “would love it if you would be my girlfriend.”

He couldn’t look—he couldn’t. He missed seeing your face, he really did, but he knew that if he looked now, he would only be met with disappointment. You, with a frown on your face, only deepening with each passing second. You, with guilt in your eyes for not reciprocating his feelings. You, with your soft lips mouthing four words he wish he didn’t have to hear. 

I’m so sorry, George. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so—

“I like you, too.”

His eyes flew open, his mouth agape.

Those were not the four words he was expecting to hear.

He lifted his head, his gaze taking in every inch of his screen. A bright, glowing smile was plastered across your face, your eyes crinkling at the corners.

“For real?” he breathed, disbelief wracking every inch of his being.

You nodded, a laugh tumbling from your lips and lighting up his insides. “Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes.”

George felt a smile of his own creep across his face as he ran a hand through his hand, something happier than joy rushing through his veins. 

Oh god, he thought, wanting to scream it from the top of the nearest building. I like you, I like you, I like you. I like you a lot lot.

“I like you a lot lot, too.”

He froze. Did I say that out loud, again?

Your grin widened. “Yes.”

For a second, he almost shriveled up in shame. But then he shook his head and laughed, basking in the warmth of your smile.

A few days ago, he might have been embarrassed. But now? 

Well, if it was with you, he supposed he wouldn’t mind speaking his mind more often.

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[ren-therose]

Prove Your Mine

Bo Burnham X F!Reader (WC: 2.5k)

Summary: Bo is being interviewed when he sees another guy bothering you. Though you handle it, he still wants to prove to you that no one else can have you.

Warnings: My most graphic smut so MINORS DNI. TW: inappropriate sexual misconduct in the workplace. oral sex f receiving. penetrative unprotected sex. maybe a little on the breeding side. possessive bo

A/N: As I said, my most graphic fic, so be warned. I have other bo content that doesn't get as detailed (though still very descriptive), and they can be found here. Comment, like, share, yadada, you all know the drill.

Thank you to the two requests that inspired this piece! They are linked here and here if you're curious.

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Behind the glass of the recording room, you leaned back as Bo worked his boyish charm as the interviewer continued to ask question after question. It wasn't often that you were able to join Bo, especially since you were doing a lot to provide for yourself with our own career (it was that ambition that drew him to you in the first place). When your schedule allowed you to join him for a press day, you couldn't help but jump on top of him and give him the biggest hug you could muster. Meetings with Netflix, a few magazines and a nice lunch in LA, you were now enjoying the way he lit up talking about the work he does for this radio show.

You leaned back in the office chair, leg crossed over the other, with your foot bouncing. You arms were perched on the sides of the chair, showing off you black blouse and blue jeans that matched him. Your hair was half up and half down, casual, but still nice. Bo never got tired of how you looked so good all the time: when you wake up next to him, when you come home from work after a long day, or being sick in the bathroom while he holds your hair back. He also loved that you made an effort to match, down to the high tops you wore.

"Yeah no, I love making my own content, because who the fuck else is gonna understand what I go through? So I throw the comedy back in their faces, trying to get them to see the tru-what? Oh shit, I can't say fuck? OR SHIT??" Bo eyes widen and he collapses back into his chair, hands gripping his hair. "Jesus christ, I wish I had known before, I'm sooo so sorry, can we keep going?"

You laugh, as the interviewer explains that anything more than two fucks will make the show R-rated, so he needs to watch it. As you smile, making eye contact for a brief second, the door behind you opens and man is standing next to you, leaning against the tabel as he stares at your boyfriend.

"Is this that fucking comedian from like, 2010 or some shit?"

You uncross your legs and spin to face this asshat face on. "What did you just say about him?"

The man's eyebrow quirks up, raking his eyes over you with a smirk. "Oh, I'm sorry, are you a fan? I didn't mean to offend you; I just thought someone as pretty as you would have better taste than a washup musici-"

You launch out of your seat and plant yourself between the man and the window.

"Already, I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you have a lot of your information. Maybe do some research on the people who are going to be working with you" you say, jabbing a finger into the man's chest, pushing him slightly as you sit back down, softly letting out a string of insults under your breath.

The man looks surprised, and also impressed. You glance at Bo, whose brow was furrowed.

Shit, he must have seen that. You think to yourself.

You give him a thumbs up and a big smile as he looks back at the interviewer, continuing on. Your cheesy grin drops and your arms cross as the man leans back against the desk to stare at you once more.

"Usually, I'm not into a woman who is so in control-"

"How surprising," you interject, rolling your eyes.

"Aha. But, your bossiness is highly attractive..."

He leans forward, eyes landing on the open buttons of your shirt before coming back up to your face.

You scoff, "As appealing as it is to lie and say I'm single and simple don't want to go out with you, I actually have a boyfriend I love and isn't a dick, so I won't be leaving him anytime soon."

With that, you roll away from him to look at Bo. He is laughing, slapping his leg and running his hands through his hair. You could tell he was probably reaching his limit, and move to the intercom connected to the earpieces he and the interviewer had. As you press the button, the douchebag in a suit leans over your shoulder, brushing the hair off your neck and leaning down to your ear to whisper "but could he fuck you like I could?"

Your finger flies off the button as Bo's jaw drops at the words filling his head. Before he can even get out of his seat, you are grabbing the man by his lapels and pushing him against the nearest wall.

"Listen, you little bitch-ass, sexist, predatory fuck," you reach down and grab the man by the crotch, twisting his balls and dick in your fist, "first, you're gonna apologize to me. Second, my boyfriend just saw all of that, so you get to deal with that and apologize to him as well. Then, you're gonna go tell your manager that I want to speak to her, and if you even attempt to twist (as you squeeze him tighter) the truth, remember the two other witnesses who heard what you said."

The mans face was beet red as sweat dripped down his temple. He was barely breathing, afraid to move. "Answer me, fucker!"

"Yes! Yes!" he cries, a single tear falling from his eye.

"Good!" you say cheerfully, letting go of the man's junk. Just as he tries to scurry away, you grab his arm and say "by the way, it's kinda small, you might need some kind of enhancer because I wasn't impressed at all."

The man looks like he might explode, but rather than risk castration, he practically runs out the door.

"Uhh, do you think she's got it" you hear a voice say over the speaker.

You eyes widen as you realize the mic was on the entire. time.

Bo raises his eyebrows, a clear code for "da fuck babe?"

"Yeah. She's got it. Are we done here?"

--

When Bo exited the booth, you were sitting with your face in your hands, embarrassed by the altercation that everyone just heard and saw.

"Hey Dick Crusher," he mocks, coming to pull you up.

"Noooo, please don't say that Bo," you whine, standing up, allowing him to wrap his arms around you and deliver a bear hug.

"Oh no, that is never going away. That was incredible. Did you get that from Deadpool?"

You pull away to look up at him and reply, "how did you know?"

"Because every guy in the movie theatre collectively groaned at just the idea of being manhandled that way," he said with a shudder, turning to put his arm around you as you both exited the room.

"You're not mad?"

Bo stops and turns to you, surprise etched on his face. "W-why would I be mad at you babe? It's not like you enabled him. He was eye-fucking you the minute he walked in the room."

You look down, reaching to button your top to cover your chest a little more.

"Hey, babe, you don't have to do that. He just needs to learn to noT BE A PERV!" Bo yells down the hall. You laugh, wrapping your arm around his waist as you leave the building.

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You get back to your place after a ride that consisted of talking about how weird the recording booth smelled and that they guy wanted to interview after that 'horrifying and impressive' tiff.

When you get inside, Bo goes in to put down your purse and keys on the table as you pull off your shoes by the door. Leaned over, your hair falls to the side and your shirt gapes away slightly, allowing your boyfriend to see the soft slopes of your breast. As you go to stand up, Bo stalks towards you, trapping you between him and the door.

"Uuhh, hi?" you say nervously. You still got butterflies around him, even after knowing him for so long.

Bo reaches up to your top, unbuttoning your top one slowly, pulling it away from your chest as he goes to the next one. Instead of undoing the button though, he drops his hands down to your ass, patting you gently before lifting you up the door. You are now level with him as he goes back to your buttons. His breath is warm against your neck, much more comforting than that creep could have ever been.

"Are you thinking about the way he breathed on you?"

The hairs on your neck stood up as he read your mind, moving to the third button now.

"Hm? You want to answer that?"

You breath out softly, wrapping your fingers in his hair as you reply, "nothing feels like you Bo. Only you can make me feel good..." you whisper, leaning your head back against the door as he continues to ghost over your neck. He has finished unbuttoning you and was pulling the top away to reveal your bra and abdomen.

"You got that right." He plants a wet kiss on the crook of your neck, causing you to gasp loudly. "You're fucking mine."

You pull him by the hair so that you can see his eyes as you say the next two words: "Prove it."

The next thing you know, you're being thrown on the bed as he attacks your mouth, tongues battling for dominance. His knee is between your legs as you grind against him, trying to find relief in the friction he granted you. He moved from your lips to your jaw, under your neck to your collarbone. He is marking each place his mouth lands, littering hickeys and love bites like it was the only way to claim you.

You moan, arching your back into his mouth, giving him the opportunity to slip his hands underneath you and unclasping your bra. Once it is thrown somewhere in the room, he attacks your breast, assaulting your nipple with his tongue while his hand squeezes your ass.

"He fucking stared at my tiddies," he mumbles into your chest, causing you to laugh. He pulls off of you and stares with concern and annoyance.

"Uh, I'm pretty sure they were my tiddies," you smirk, shimming your chest in his face.

"Nope. Your tiddies are my tiddies." He bites your nipple softly, causing you to cry out as the throbbing between your legs increased.

"God, Bo, I''m yours, I'm all yoouurrs..." you groan, running your hands through your own hair, pushing it out of your face.

Bo continues to make his way down your body, reaching your jeans with frustration. He sits up and unzips your pants before shimming you out of them, panties and all. Before he goes down, he removes his shirt and pants, giving you the chance to admire the man that you loved.

"And all of that is mine," you growl.

"That's fucking right," he says before diving between your legs. The time to tease is gone, all he wants is for you to be in tears over what he can do to you.

You're breathing is shallow as he runs his tongue through your folds over and over, the wet friction on your clit driving you crazy. One hand in his hair, the other gripping your breast, you feel yourself reaching the a high.

"Bo don't stop, I'm gonna cum, you're gonna m-make me c-c-OH!"

You're arching into his mouth before you can finish your sentence, his arm holding you in place as you ride out your high...on his face.

As you try to catch your breath, Bo sits up, revealing his painfully hard and dripping cock.

"I'm gonna take that fucking pussy and remind you of why it's mine," he mutters, almost more to himself than you. He wasn't the jealous type, but the way that guy had tried to manhandle you in front of him? It pissed him the fuck off.

He pumped himself a few more times before lining up at your entrance. You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him and you, just barely connecting.

"Show me Bo. Make me yours."

That statement was all the encouragement Bo needed as he slid into you, taking his time to really stretch you out. He was big, and you were filled by his cock, in ways you had never been before. You could feel him in your stomach if you pressed your hand bellow your naval.

The feeling made you weak and your elbows gave as you collapsed against the bed.

"Always so tight for me. So wet. And it's all for me, no one else," Bo whispers, beginning to slowly rock his hips as he moves inside of you. Your body reacts, contracting around him, causing to twitch.

"Hey, I won't last if you squeeze me like that," he pants, already feeling like he could paint your inner walls with his load.

You pull his face down to yours, kissing him gently before stating: "show me what no one else can do."

Bo's hips snap into to you, causing a sharp gasp to escape you. He continues to rail you into the mattress, barely able to completely sheath himself inside of you because of his size. You moan as you reach behind you to grip a pillow, pulling it over your face as you take him with each thrust. You finally throw the pillow and open your eyes to see him holding your thighs as he slams into you relentlessly.

The site of that alone would have made you cum had it not been for the fact that he just so happened to slide his hand down to your already sensitive bud and tweak it in circles. You cry out, tears filling your eyes at the stimulation.

"Bo, I need you to come inside me, please, make me yours baby, I need your cum inside me..."

Bo's eyes roll into the back of his head but he returns his focus to watching your face scrunch at the beginning of your climax.

"Cum for me baby, I'll cum inside you, just squeeze my co-oh, yes, just like that baby, fuck"

You let out a short scream before biting your wrist, your head pulling back as you cream his dick, pulsating and throbbing around him as he spills into you, warm and sticky as he fills you.

"You're mine Y/n. All mine baby," he grunts, bucking into you a few more times as he rides out his high.

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Both showered and clean, you were cuddled in bed together, your legs in his lap as he rubbed your feet and you played with his hair at the nape of his neck.

"So he was really trying to diss me like that? Why would they invite me if they don't fucking like me?"

You laugh, shaking your head as you reply, "I know, right? It was awful, and who treats a guest like that? Such a creep."

"Hey."

"hey."

"Thanks for standing up for me."

"I love you Bo."

"I love you more, Y/N."

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A/N: Now this, this was my most graphic fic yet, jesus. I hope you enjoyed- feel free to send in some more requests or suggestions. I like the feedback and reading your comments and reblogs! Bo Burnham masterlist and TAGLIST linked here.

Lots of love and don't forget to pee, wash your hands and clean your toys.

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#bo burnham #bo burnham x y/n #bo burnham jealousy #jealousy #oh bo #bo yo #bo's hoes #bo burnham smut #bo burnham fanfic #smut writer #reblog plz

[upslapmeal]

So apparently the last time I watched Classic Who was *ahem* summer 2019, after which I stopped for absolutely no reason whatsoever

But! The prospect of an easter special with the sea devils has spurred me into action and so here I am, back working my way through Classic Who and wondering why I ever stopped

First things first: delve into my drafts and post the serial reviews from three years ago so I can move onto posting about the ones I’m watching now

Doctor Who and the Silurians

we finally meet Bessie!!

at this point I'm finding it weird being in colour

I wonder what the filming schedule was like compared to b&w

truly special effects to rival Jurassic park

"it's certainly something I've not seen before" "you mean in museums" "NO I DO NOT wait actually maybe I do"

"have you never heard of female emancipation?" LIZ SHAW

Local Villager Terrorised Again

(present day me butting in to add that I honestly don’t know what some of these points refer to now)

that flash reveal at the end of ep3 would have worked so well back then without the ability to rewatch/gif etc!

cave-traversing pigtails Liz

the moon! (which is of course an egg)

this feels like that s5 Chibbs two-parter but it makes more sense

honestly it’s hard to keep track of which Silurian is which

"I'm beginning to lose confidence for the first time in my life and that covers several thousand years" I’d be annoyed if there was anything other than constant inconsistency with the Doctor’s age

the tone of voice makes it like "Our leader is dead :D I killed him :D I am the leader now"

*revives Silurian after millions of years* *Silurian pulls back down the lid bc it's too early to wake up*

The Ambassadors of Death

oooh a cold open

the ambassadors......OF DEATH

is this our first time in Three’s TARDIS?

we didn't get to see Liz's reaction to it :(

is this one still partly missing? Hadn't expected a trip back to b&w

ANTI-THIEF DEVICE

Liz looking snazzy in her hat

Earth-bound Doctor wants to go into space!

"it's simple enough.. even you might be able to manage it" I've mentioned how much I love Liz right

a time bomb goes off and all the Doctor has is a plaster on his cheek

the person who kidnapped Liz looks like a knockoff John Cleese

Benton!

thuggy guard: don't try anything Liz: it's alright I won't hurt you

this is what? her third story? and Liz is already up there with Vicki and Babs as my all-time faves

I really like how they did Three arriving in that space ship w floating and perspective

oh so are literally ambassadors lol

~~dramatic face reveal~~

Inferno

LAVAAA

v dramatic title card

raaa raaa radum da daaaaaa

GREEN GOO

"I can see why you grew that moustache" don't you remember Bret Doctor?

sonic.....doorhandle!

how......did the Doctor get the console out of the TARDIS

stellar visuals during this TARDIS console flight :D

oh I don't like this drilling expert I hope Petra proves him wrong

Venusian karate!

sneaky sneaky tricking Liz into going away

I knew I'd heard a lot about this and I couldn't remember why until the doctor landed back in 'his workshop' and suddenly OH THIS IS THE PARALLEL UNIVERSE ONE

"unity is strength" YEP HERE WE GO

Brigade Leader don't ask for his name, it's decades until we get to that plot

eyepatch!!

lol at least Evil Petra is standing up to that guy

I mean she's wrong but she's not letting him belittle her

Three calling the royals a 'charming family' is making me laugh compared to Eccle's insta

"I don't exist in your world" "then you won't feel the bullets when we shoot you" I actually said OOOH out loud

love parallel worlds that are completely different but somehow have the exact same people, kinda the opposite of the butterfly effect

Can you imagine if Three was actually shot on the firing range and then just.....exploded and turned into a different person

the Doctor invented remote controls

loving Elizabeth and Petra vs Brigade Leader

'yes yes of course you are' drippingly patronising, even parallel Liz is brilliant

NOT-LIZ SHOT THE NOT-BRIG

......they just all died

Nobody: Stalmann: Sir Keith is an old woman

(^ what on earth does that comment mean??)

"I'll send for a doctor" "I happen to be a doctor Brigadier, remember?" I LOVE LIZ I'M NOT READY TO LOSE HER

Three: I'll miss you Liz Me: ME TOO

Terror of the Autons

RIP I didn’t make any notes for this but! the Master!! and the tissue compression eliminator!

and Jo Grant!

and also this beauty

plus one mystery timelord who, as far as I’m aware, we never meet again?

Overall a solid start to Three’s run! I think! It’s been a while and my memory is hazy! But I think I am correct in saying I enjoyed Inferno most out of those four, or maybe Terror of the Autons..

#there we go all caught up #I've actually finished the next serial and am halfway through the one after but those reviews will come separately #since I can actually remember the episodes I'm talking about lol #third doctor #doctor who and the silurians #the ambassadors of death #inferno #terror of the autons #doctor who #wanderings in the fourth dimension

[crystalitar]

Imma just write some headcanons bc i rlly can't keep remembering them and they are piling up.

Introduction of the DA to the pizzaplex.

- On the first day of the DA, they didn't knew about the switch of body control or even sharing it. Sun was being led around on a closed day and only told he had a partner to work with.

- Que practice nap time light switch and Moon suddenly is there. Confused on suddenly being at the job place.

- "Seems this is working fine with you two." The mechanic notes it down and Moon is all like ??!?????? "Two? Where?"

- They have the schedule programmed and know the name of each other, but weren't informed of sharing a body.

- something about cost efficiency and rush to use the AI as quickly as possible.

- standard protocol continue and they get to know the daycare more thorough.

- They are not in their mind at the same time here. Having no shared memory logs. They both can access all schedule files and protocols though. Even if the nap rules are only usefull for Moon and opening regulation only for Sun.

- Sun is the saddest about this. Actually impatiently so. They spend their first night restless, impatient for distraction after this let down. First fidget day!

- The barrier between the two is inconvenient too as it shows during the first weeks. Sun spends so much time to connect to kids and get to know them, then it's nap time and the kids feel alienated because Moon does not remember their epic story or scary fear they had just been talking about a moment ago!

- This in turn makes the job for Moon more difficult. He doesn't voice his concerns as much as Sun does and turns his sadness inwards to finding a solution. It hurts to see the kids feel betrayed or left behind. It's all out of Moon's control.

- because Sun mostly distracts himself with active play and fidgeting (cleaning) Moon is the one who finds the solution sooner actually. Well. It was thanks to Sun slightly.

- A pile of pretend letters between Sun and a kid. One of them was Sun writing to the kid "Say hello to Moon for me!!" Moon had to surpress an audible chuckle at the solution being just in front of them.

- Sun squeeled LOUDLY when he activated again with a note stickied to his face. In cursive handwriting (to make very sure this was no kid writing this) it said "Say hello yourself." With a small moon doodle. Sun actually made a few kids jump and cry awake by this.

- Didn't stop Sun's excitement. (After ofcourse calming the kids and apologizing.) They began exchanging notes. The both of them developing their writing styles to each other.

- While Sun was mostly bold and open in their approach, Moon's replies were shorter and more often with a tone of a tease. (Had to get his fun somewhere.) Sun always assumed the best intention luckily and Moon appreciated that. His replies to Sun luckily confirming too.

- "GOOOOD MOOORNING MOOON" "Am i missing out on you yelling my name??" "Yes. Yes you are! There is nothing more cheerfull then being greeted with full vigor first moment on the job!"

- The communication helped the kids relax more with Moon, Moon offhandidly mentioning this in their notes to Sun. Sun was overjoyed because he could actually plan things out and prepare kids more for the naptime. Basically introducing his unseen other half.

- no more (definetly less) kids sharing their fear about the dark and less distrust towards Moon.

- Sun even managed to convince some kids to cheer "Moon!!!" When naptime arrived and the sheer joy of that almost made him forget sleep time protocol.

- "Seems i was.. indeed missing out." Sun simply replied with a drawing of Sun and Moon hugging. It was bittersweet for both.

- There was also now an actual reason to sneakily reach out to the lightswitch at the secrutiy desk during the night when the place was closed. They both knew to clean, but before it just felt like forcing the other to work eith no clues and felt weird. But now they could write while feeling like working together!

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Probably going to write a part 2 later

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's Security breach #fnaf sb #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #headcanons