#do u not have enough posts catering to you already -_-

[raytorosaurus]

every time ppl in my tags make a ray post about frank or a ray + frank post about frerard a star dies

#literally get better soon you are sooooooo BORINGGGGGG #multiple of these today -_- #keep ur frerard tinhatting away from the boydykes #and go for half an hour without bringing up frank's totally real and obvious and 1000% true and accurate puppyplay kink challenge #do u not have enough posts catering to you already -_-

[honeytonedhottie]

your life is yours⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🍵

the fact that ur life is ur own is something that we often tend to forget but most importantly your life is all about YOU. in this post im going to talk about ways in which u can romanticize being the main character in the cinema of life~

find ur individuality : its great to take notes and inspiration from others, but when ur trying to be like someone else you've literally already failed. bcuz when u try and become someone else, you'll never be them, so ur gonna be trapped in a never ending loop of not being enough. so find the beauty in ur own uniqueness. you have ur own vibe so rly embrace that

exclusivity : you know the expression dont show all ur cards at once? keeping an air of mystery is so magnetic. u dont have to constantly explain urself bcuz its enough to just exist and do you. no one has to know every little detail about u, bcuz no one ever will anyways.

with that being said dont feel the need to respond to every hate comment that u receive, bcuz the world revolves around you (in a non-pretentious way ofc)

unapologetic : tap into ur childlike self, when ur confidence in being urself wasn't constantly being chipped at. when u would just do you without the nagging fear of being perceived. tap into being unapologetically urself. bcuz thats ur beautiful and magnetizing vibe.

how you treat urself matters : be comfortable in ur own skin. treat urself as though you would treat someone that u loved unconditionally. be proud of yourself!! and take baby steps bcuz the goal is to be proud of who you are

nurture and pour into urself the way that u should. treat urself like someone that u love. nurture urself -> compliment urself -> cater to urself -> spoil urself. bcuz you'd do all those things for someone that u loved right?

improve what ur already good it : nothing is better than becoming exceptional at something. find whatever it is that is ur gift or that comes naturally to you. maybe something that you liked to do when u were younger, or something that ur good at and do often. and enhance it. master it. bcuz this sets u apart ofc which would die into my first point of individuality.

embrace change : the goal is to continuously evolve. when u think of a main character you'd often think of someone who has experienced immense change. with that being said dont hold onto the past. especially if you see it as "baggage" or "dead-weight" be able to step into the next chapters of ur life, if ur life was a book and u were stuck on the same chapter you wouldn't wanna read it would you?

"but what would they think" : stop being so consumed with what people have to say about you. a lot of people have a fear of being perceived but that fear of judgement or what other ppl think will keep you STUCK. at the end of the day someone's judgement of you has NOTHING to do with you. the people that have the most to say are always doing the least.

#advice #self concept #it girl #becoming that girl #self care #self love #that girl #it girl energy #dream girl #dream girl tips #dream life #self development #self improvement #self reflection #self growth #self healing #happiness #the pursuit of happiness #girl blogger #hyperfemininity

[blueberry-pride]

hi, can i ask for a part two for this with Floyd,Azul,Riddle,Malleus and Ruggie please?

If u accept request rn?

Don't Deny It Babe~ Part 2

warnings: semi-proof read Berry: I didn't think that the previous post would gain a 2nd part so thank you for the chance! as always, enjoy! <3

"W-wait, are you sure?" Riddle would have a brief mental pause. He'd then have that cute pouty expression when he's embarrassed thus furthering your point. *cue his blush*

Riddle would be a bashful and stuttering mess especially if he's present or within earshot of you talking about his 'cute' qualities to others. He has a reputation of being the strict dorm leader after all!

There would be times that you'd find this young gent to be quiet and a lil timid as you continue to ramble on cuz slowly overtime he'd like this approachable view that you see in him.

Eventually, He'd slowly accept your image of him but I'd imagine you would catch him puffing up his chest as he tries to make himself more refined in the mirror. (Why do I lowkey see him getting "manly" advice from Trey and Cater?) Antics aside, he'd get all warm and fuzzy thinking about your comments, putting a very soft smile to his face whenever he thinks about it <3

If there's anyone who doubts your views, He'd simply watch you debate or argue from afar cuz he enjoys seeing you be so passionate even if the topic is about him. If the others laugh or starts making fun of either you or him tho ...just remember, he IS watching *looks to Ace*

"Uh...what?" Ruggie's ears flattened at the comment. "You think I'm CUTE?" he spoke with wide eyes. I feel like this wouldn't be the first time this hyena was called that compliment. Most likely his grandma. Meemaw Bucchi: *pinches his cheeks* awww you look so cute all dressed up in that uniform!

He'd be the type to ask you the why's, when's, and how's or just whatever type of reasoning you've had to decided out of all descriptions, you chose 'cute' for a guy like him. I see him also being the type to check himself out in front of mirror but in a very confused state.

He'd at first don't want ANY of the Savanaclaw guys hear about this. (he might as well be chopped meat if Leona ever got a word of this) So the moment he'd sense that you're about to go in one your tangents about him, he'd start messing with ya like tickling or hell even spinning you around just to whisk the two of you away from curious eyes and ears.

But I supposed overtime, this hyena beastman would be curious enough to try and use his this 'cute' side to soften people up for opportunities. (Outside of campus most likely) Of course he'd first test it out on you and often times you'd let him cuz after all, who couldn't say no to such a face?

But here's the thing, you're definitely not safe from HIM calling you cute and all~ Imagine he'd playfully steal your pen or something after class and as you try to grab for it he'd give a fleeting peck on the cheek. "Oh would you look at that." He chuckled. "Guess we're both the cute ones now eh (Y/N)~?" goodluck

"eh...HEH?" He stammered. He tries a little too hard to regain his composure afterwards but you'd know that your comments shot through to his classy exterior. Now you're left with a blushing and babbling octo-man.

Similar to Ruggie, our boi also has a lot of questions but the key difference is that he deals with them...internally. You, along with the rest of Octavinelle and even Jamil would notice his scrunched up face at random points throughout the day. A million and one questions running through his mind on why you'd think of him like that.

It was already too late for him because he already overheard you talking about this with the leech twins. He might as well evaporate at that point. You know the gif of the dog smiling while the room is on fire and saying 'This is fine'? That's our boi Azul right there

It takes a while for him to open up to the idea. He takes baby steps by also teasing you and showing you his perceived 'cute' side to you in private just to entertain you and see his precious pearl smile.

Overtime, he'd enjoy it and thinks it's also the best thing ever to rub it in people's face as you talk their ear off especially Jamil. "My precious pearl that is (Y/N) lovingly proclaims that I am the cute one, so that is now law."

"Hmm...You mean" Floyd tilt his head to the side. "Koebi-chan thinks I'm...cute?" He mostly says this out loud to confirm it to himself. After a few seconds he smiles gleefully towards you. Get ready for a wild ride (Y/N)!

Every time he thinks about it or you'd say it again. He'd chuckle and spin you around like as if there weren't any other people around. THAT'S how happy he is. His classmates and the rest of his dorm would find it a lil terrifying seeing this man just humming, kicking his feet in glee during class or in the lounge repeating the words "They think I'm cute~ my Koebi-chan thinks I'm cute~"

I could see him sometimes using this as an excuse to skip his shift at the lounge. Poor Azul cutting his lifespan in half every time he heard Floyd utter the words "Because Koebi-chan said so, wouldn't want to ruin a cute face like mine from all the stress. Maybe you should try it sometime Azul~"

You guys probably already see this one coming but he would be the scary shadow looming over you as you explain your side that your boyfriend is in indeed the cute one out of the two of y'all. 'You dare say otherwise to my (Y/N)?'

Threats aside, I know that Floyd genuinely does love it when you call him cute. I also know that he's clever enough that people would find him scary due to his height and his personality so he lowkey gets all soft when it comes to you, acting all bashfully as he hugs with all the adoration he has for you <3

"Could you please repeat what you've just told me?" He'd ask. "You find me...cute, Child of Man?" Genuinely surprised and has the shooketh or cute dumb-founded expression we all know and love.

This dark Fae overall finds it amusing, chuckles to himself from thinking about it from time to time. The memory of you semi-debating to him, that he, one of the most strongest and formiddable mages in Twisted Wonderland, is adorable.

Diasomnia or just the entirety of NRC is often concerned and question about your state of mind but then you'd shoo them off or rather, they 'unexpectedly have a change of heart and mind' and totally not from the dark aura with horns behind you.

He likes watching you debate about it especially if its his family in Diasomnia (looking at you Sebek) He thinks that when you're like this, he finds it sweet and endearing to defend your case about your judgement of him.

As the mischievous Fae that he often is, I see him doing small tests for you, showing off terrifying magical shi like shaking the ground beneath you, skies littered with thunder and lightning or hell surrounding you in a circle of green flames all to see if you still call him cute afterwards. (GG Night Raven College )

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twstファンアート #twst wonderland #twst headcanons #twst x y/n #twst x reader #twst x mc #riddle rosehearts x reader #ruggie bucci x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #floyd leech x reader #malleus draconia x reader #riddle rosehearts #ruggie bucci #azul ashengrotto #malleus draconia

[infamous-if]

would u be willing to post seven's internal monologue?? pretty please just for us??? 😳

So sorry I don't mean to write all my characters with such sad internal monologues that's just what I tend to gravitate to 😢 hope it's not a problem

I shouldn’t be here. 

That thought follows them outside the car. It follows them down the street. To the Heavenly Isle lot. To the entrance. To the dancing crowd.

Their logic is practically yelling at them to turn around by the time they’re becoming one with the audience, shouldering dancing bodies as they maneuver through the human current, keeping one eye on the stage. The singer of the band on stage belts out lyrics to their song, baring their soul as they relay a love letter to an unrequited love, Annabelle. The subject of the track.

Seven clears their throat, oddly uncomfortable, before finding a relatively empty spot in the crowd.

Seven’s bandmates join them a moment later, crowding around the circular standing table by the edge of the crowd. Seven senses a few eyes on them. They brace themself for someone to ask for an autograph, even a picture, but loosen up when no one does. Good. Let them be a ghost. Let their image disappear. Let them cease to exist. Just for this one night. 

They just need this one night. 

“Why are we here?” Pope whines, going as far as stomping his feet. “We ditched a rager to watch BOTB auditions? We already won.”

Seven stares ahead, expression unchanging as the singer dives into a bridge full of confession and regret.  It was just last week they were up on that very stage, auditioning for the chance of a lifetime, singing lyrics just as raw. Just as vulnerable. 

Oddly enough, Seven wasn’t even half as nervous then as they are tonight.

“It’s good to get to know our competition,” Seven replies, surprising themself with how casual they sound. It’s funny, really. There’s nothing casual about their appearance tonight. 

They feel eyes on them and they meet Avina’s gaze, who shoots a pointed look at the table. Seven looks down, finding that their hand is tapping relentlessly against it. They turn it into a fist, shoving it in the pocket of their plaid shirt, hating how observant their friend is. 

“Our competition?” Keiran asks, doing a perusal himself. “When did you become so”—they make a vague gesture with their hands—“involved?”

Seven clenches their jaw. “Is it a crime to want to win? If you want to slack off this competition, be my guest, but you’re not doing it in this fucking band.”

Kieran’s brows lift. 

Seven shuts their eyes. “Sorry, that—“ They huff. “I didn’t mean that.”

Pope shoots Seven an odd look. “Why are you—“ Even beneath the dimly lit mezzanine that shakes with the weight of the dancers, Seven can see the dawn of their realization clearly. “Oh. Oh. I get it now.” 

“Get what?” Kieran prompts, whipping his head back and forth in search of an answer. “Get what? What?”

“Seven didn’t come here to scope out the competition.” A teasing smile grows on his face. “Well, they did. One competitor in particular.” 

Seven shuts their eyes as Kieran lets out a child-like ‘ohhhhh.’

“Pope,” Avina sighs out, staring at Seven with a trace of worry on their face. Which makes it worse. “Stop it.” 

Pope raises his hands in surrender. Kieran has enough decency to pat Seven supportively on the back. 

“The pain we reap. The lives we seek. Would you bury me with the rest of your past misdeeds?”

Seven looks around, soaking in the dancing crowd. Are they listening? Truly listening? Do they resonate with the pain of the singer? 

Do they care?

That’s one of Seven’s biggest problems as an artist; having to deal with the fact that sometimes a song is just a song. That for Seven, it could be their whole heart on a track. And for others it could just be another three minutes to escape. 

Seven briefly wonders if they watched their performance. Would they have listened to the lyrics Seven wove in the quietest hours of the night, catered specifically for them? Would they have understood?

Seven clears their throat, shaking away the thoughts just as Donny, the host, comes up on stage. The next few minutes melt together in a blur of cheering and conversations Seven hardly hears. 

Because they’re there. Right there. And Seven has lost all grip on reality. Any sense of self. For a moment, it almost feels like a dream. 

If only they cared a little less.

They feel an arm on them and look up to see Avina smiling. “Howdy, partner.”

Seven faces ahead, watching as (MC) and the band takes their places on stage. Their eyes track MC’s every move, as though MC is in danger of disappearing. Isn’t that what they did the first time? “Hi,” they say finally. 

“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Avina says. The lights dim, signaling the start of the song. “You can just leave.”

“I know,” Seven clears their throat, “but I can’t.”

Avina says nothing to that, instead choosing to face ahead. Pope and Kieran come closer, whispering to each other as the first notes of the song start. 

MC’s voice is just as Seven remembered. Smooth. Hypnotizing. They hate that it still gives them chills. Hate that MC still has that kind of power over them and their body. 

As the crowd becomes increasingly excited, Seven’s will to stay weakens. The lyrics are too close. Too real and watching MC up there cuts a bit too deep. Seven wants to care a little less? No—they don’t want to care at all. They wish they could wash MC off them like filth. Strip memories of their scent, forget the way they laugh, strike out every memory with a marker like some failed lyric in one of their notebooks. Just erase it all until there’s nothing left. 

And it’s in that moment, while Seven is thinking up every twisted metaphor, that MC notices them. 

A stifled sound they didn’t know they could make crosses their throat. MC eyes pierce through them as if Seven were made of glass. That’s surely how they feel right now—delicate and liable to break. 

MC’s voice pitches upon the realization and they look around, as if to check if anyone noticed. No one does. But Seven did. Seven always does. 

It’s then that Seven answers their own question. If you heard my song, would you understand? They know MC would, because this is not just music to them. Their songs used to be another language. It was the way they laughed, the way they knew what the other was thinking with one kiss. The way they touched and danced and did nothing at all under the pulsing lights of the stars on their mom’s roof. 

And it’s all gone. 

“This was a mistake,” Seven whispers to Kieran, hating how choked their voice sounds. Despite their earlier humor, Kieran remains grave when they nod.

Seven doesn’t have to say anything else. Their friends know instantly. Just like what Seven had with MC, they have their own language. This is how it is—you move on by finding something else. By burying the past with the Seven they killed the night they decided to leave. 

Seven gives themself ten seconds. Ten seconds to allow themselves to feel. Then, once the ten seconds are up, they imagine themself scribbling this moment out like a song in a journal, doing so dark enough that even the most painful moments can’t been seen under the messy wall of black. 

They turn around and walk through the crowd. They don’t look back. 

#Just like Rowan's this is quite long #once again pls excuse typos or any awkward sentences #i only do one draft of drabbles #seven lawless #drabble #POV drabble #seven's pov #i should be correcting errors #haha

[astrum-aetherium]

hello hello!! wondering if u could pls do more intellectual rival stuff with henry!! lots of love! -star

i would love to, my dear, except with a request so vague i'm not even sure i can cater to it whilst simultaneously being convinced you will like it. i hope you can see this from my perspective. i've made a few posts in the genre already, and beyond the general overview, i'm afraid merely requesting 'more' doesn't tell me precisely what it is you want — thereby defeating the purpose of a personalized request — and merely granting me full artistic freedom tells me that whatever i may come up with runs the risk of not suiting your imagination/needs/preferences, which you have not specified.

in an environment as collaborative as a public blog predominantly thriving off of user-submitted scenarios that i expand and develop, i cannot be sure what to respond to you with except an equally vague selection of inklings that i can try and aim at your preference but can never be sure whether you'll actually end up enjoying. it's a shot in the dark to me, as i don't know you enough; i hope this doesn't come off as rude. i am merely unsure as i try to appeal to the masses equally and with maximized accuracy in regard to their named preferences.

therefore, here go a few vague enough thoughts that i can assume you may find suitable:

stealing academic rival!henry's textbook on purpose to get him in trouble (joke ends up being on you, as he has his translations and justifications memorized)

arranging a competitive study date with academic rival!henry to see who can get more done in the same timeframe (you're absolutely baffled by his efficiency)

teasing academic rival!henry during sex via being on top and halting, proceeding to quiz him on random intellectual matters as a motivator to keep moving (angers him beyond belief, wherefore you end up flipped on your back and worn out completely as a result)

#astrum asks #love you so much but i need a little bit to work with if you want me to satisfy your request <3 #henry winter imagine #henry winter x reader #henry winter thirst #henry winter smut #indulgent thoughts #who doesn't love a good academic rivals setting

[forcebewitht]

i'm the same anon that requested the athletic MC for Leona!! if you'd allow me- can I give one or two more prompts? The first.. how is the entire Savanaclaw (or Heartslabyul) dorm gonna view MC after this?? because holy f u c k. The second is, I like to think Leona —and if not Leona then his entire fucking family would— just straight up asks MC if they'd marry him after hearing the story; MC says yes, that was the plan already, because they'd never risk THAT for someone they didn't wanna marry,,

Nice to see you again, anon! Glad that you asked such questions because I already had ideas on it!

Now, I'm sure one recalls the power that the deemed more.... I guess you could say "alpha" animals within a clan, whether it be hyenas, lions, whatever- would have over the rest of them? Yeah- the entirety of the Savanaclaw dorm is like t h a t. If they thought you were a weakling before, regardless of your gender, that sure as hell changed once Ruggie excitedly (and terrified) relayed the story of you literally SOARING through the air to stop their dorm leader from Overblotting like that. Like, I mean- if one of them dares to try and purposefully piss you off after that, you can guarantee that as least half of the dorm is gonna snap at them. They tried making you the vice dorm leader on the spot- but, what with Ramshackle and Grim and all, that conversation soon was cut incredibly short (RIP Ruggie's constant hard work-). Jack quietly seems to keep an eye on you after such events so as to protect you for his dorm leader, which you definitely would need in events to come with a certain aquatic dorm...

As for Heartslabyul, they had already seen your hidden power since you had taken down Ruggie when he Overblotted just before Leona- but this only solidified something...that you were truly not somebody to be messed with. Cater starts trying to ask what your workout routine is- and you have to stop him before he tries to post your feats from Leona's Overblot all over magicam. Oh yeah- he was recording. Are you kidding? Of course he was recording. You instead had to offer to do your usual leaps and soars in the cafeteria off of things instead to avoid him posting that. And- occasionally, some outside or around the various dorms. Trey genuinely.... doesn't seem to know how to react? Is it the shock? It's probably the shock. He'll just see you doing some stunts for a recording for Cater and just whisper "....And we're sure they don't have magic-" under his breath. Riddle, however, just solidifies the thought he had to experience firsthand about your abilities- you may not have magic, but that doesn't mean that you were helpless (like he might've thought originally). Deuce and yourself take up a little thing of going to work out pent up energy together...and you may or may not begin to show him how to do what you do to make him more self confident. Ace watches all the while, making his usual offhanded comments, but there's something about the glint in his eyes when he looks at you now that you know he doesn't view you the same now as he did before. Overall, the Heartslabyul dorm is just as shook as the Savanaclaw one- but theirs may be less out of a generalized respect and more out of genuine questioning now.

All Leona knows- and well....all he needs to know? His S.O. is now starting to become one of the most questioned and sought after people in the halls for their abilities. Does this boost his ego? Ohhhhhhh you surely bet it does. In fact, it boosts his ego SO much, HE is actually the one to set up some sort of call with his family just to brag about how awesome you are (TAKE THAT, FARENA)- not just to himself, but as a whole. Cheka cutely soon is heard piping up over the line something about "ARE AUNTIE AND UNCLE GONNA GET MARRIED?!?!" to which Leona was actually left flabbergasted for but a moment- but it was long enough for you to confirm the small lion cub's suspicions....but not right now. There were things to do still, after all.

Let's just say you didn't escape Leona's grip that night with a proclamation like that. ✨💕

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney #twistedwonderland #twst #leona kingscholar #force writes #force writing #twst leona #twst leona x reader

[itsjaywalkers]

hiii how are you? :) may i please request 2, 21, and 29 for the ask game? 🫶🏾

*flutters my big brown eyes back at you*

hi darling! i'm quite well, i've been lazing around all day tbh, which is exactly what i needed after working the whole weekend

and yes, you may <3 blushing and tucking my hair behind my ear.. (girl who's a brown eyes enthusiast)

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

yes!! i'm guessing this refers to reading them for fun and not to edit, ofc, and yes i do. i usually wait a few days, even weeks sometimes, bc i need to distance myself for a while to be able to enjoy it. but at the end of the day, i mostly write them all for me and to cater to my tastes, so when enough time has passed, i read and reread them all the time and genuinely have the time of my life

you wouldn't even believe me if i told u how many times i've reread i know better than to call you mine (nothing happens part 3)

21. Have you ever deleted an entire scene after spending hours laboring over it? If so, why?

soooo many times. and it's bc i'm a perfectionist and i agonise a lot over my writing, especially considering it's not in my first language. it's happened a few times with making ghosts!! and i deleted and rewrote from scratch the first scene of nothing happens part 2!! also deleted the beginning of the second one. that fic was such a pain in general for some reason, it took me way too long to finish it

but yeah, this happens to me more often than i'd like to admit </3

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

i checked my wip graveyard doc and i . refuse to share any scenes from there, i cringe with every new one i read, there's a reason they've been put there after all..

so instead i'd say i had this idea for a smutty one shot last year based on this awful and lowkey problematic and very toxic spanish reality show that me and my best friend are very much addicted to!! (except mil talked me into writing it recently so . it's probably gonna happen . i don't have any plans on getting to it any time soon tho)

fic writer ask

#fic writer asks #anons

[emcscared-whumps]

WiJ 2023 - 17: What Inspires me to Create Whump Content?

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Well, I create whumpy works for one very simple reason

Myself :)

As you well know, I can get VERY picky about the whump I enjoy-- needs to have this, needs to have that, the already obscure whump type needs to have hyper-specific stupidly rare tropes in it...

And, well, at the time of creating Pete and Shifting Phases, I had just never come across anything that satisfies my thirst for whump, I barely even knew or understood that I had a taste for whump, or how I did it until I created my perfect whumpee who was by design extremely angsty, cute, and tragic.

I just knew I wanted a certain flavour of angst, and often in life, my solution to problems has been 'do it myself.' If I ever thought I could get or do the thing by any other means, I usually end up going, 'well, this sucks and is disappointing, I might as well have just done it myself, never mind, I'll forget ever asking again.'

So, when I have specific wants which no piece of media I was able to find satisfied (and I was already stupidly bad at finding media), I had this approach, a very literal, "Fine, I'll do it myself :)"

While technically, I was inspired by the likes of H2O and Aquamarine, probably also a bit of Cyber Girl and the 2010 Astro Boy movie, Vampire Knight, and maybe some other stuff I can't think of, especially anything else that had even a HINT of mer or fun non-human secret were my original inspirations, I was inspired more by the lack of what they did, where they fell short, and what they could have done with their lore.

They never put their characters (who were barely even my taste anyway ^-^') through straight up hell lmao

To summarise, what inspires me to create my whump works is the total lack of media that caters to my stupidly specific tastes, and my strong internal motivation fuelled by whumperflies to get that hyper-specific whump :) I'm addicted and obsessed, what can I say? And then ofc when I ramble on and on and on to all of you lovely people about my various ideas and plot bunnies <3 You listen to me and encourage me and I love u for it <3<3<3

I love the satisfaction and whumperflies for myself, and I love inflicting my blorbo upon anyone foolish (affectionate) enough to let me even speak to them <3 The sharing brings me joy :)

#wij23day17 #whumpmasinjuly2023 #wij #wij 2023 #whumpmas in july #whumpmas in july 2023 #whumpblr #whump community #whump writer #whump artist #also i don't really make content i create works ^-^' #i understand it's a catch-all but the term 'content' still bugs me ^-^' #anyways another benefit of having a blorbo that is an oc means i don't need to rely on fandom and shows #blorbo from my brain not from my shows i can do whatever i want uwu #not that you can't anyway but like #nothing is quite as satisying as a homemade blorbo that is perfect for every concievable situation that you enjoy

[lightvsdark18]

After spring break, Grim and Alice needed a place to stay while their dorm was being repaired. So, she asked the dorm leaders about allowing them to stay at their dorm for a week each.

Heartslabyul

Alice was given a dorm uniform and drew a star on her cheek, but Riddle told her to choose from one of the four suits. She stated a star suit exists and since she's not a official card soldier she should have something different from the card soldiers to symbolize that, her as the star and Grim as the joker. He was convinced. (Grim got a red bow.)

Slept in the middle of Ace and Deuce's room. She bought an air mattress from Sam.

She liked how neat but crazy the place looked. Walking through the front yard of the dorm during the night was her favorite.

Ace and Deuce had fun joking and teasing Alice and Grim during their stay.

Riddle and her spent time in the dorm's lounge and talked about their interests.

Cater invited her to cafes and took pictures of the desserts she ordered like promised. She asked him what he wanted to take a picture of and decided that way.

She found Trey in the kitchen when she was looking for a snack and started a conversation with each other, leading to her asking for recipes from him to try out when she returns to her dorm.

Grim had in trouble with Riddle a few times.

Savanaclaw

Leona complained about getting her a uniform because he had to make the bean necklace before she arrived. Had to wear the bandana around her neck to cover the low part of the collar. Grim wore a bandana.

Plain bedroom, no real details. Grim hid in the closet and surprised her.

The lounge was her favorite because it felt relaxing. Didn't like the heat, but that quickly changed from the Fairy Gala.

Ruggie pushed her into the pool and Jack yelled at him.

Found Leona napping and just sat next to him to draw. In the middle of sketching, his arms wrapped around her waist and couldn't break free from his grip, (he knew what he was doing).

Trained with Jack during her stay, but did light workout compared to his.

She had to protect Grim from the students when he angered them.

Slept in Leona's bed during the Fairy Gala... with Grim in between them every time.

Octavinelle

Time to get fancy. She felt pretty good in their uniform and tipped her hat to her friends. A little hat and scarf for Grim. (I want the shoes, Alice give me yours.)

Simple and plain bedroom. Floyd tried to break into her room one night but found the door was locked. Still got the chance to flop on top of her and crush her with his body weight.

Trying to survive a week with the Sus Trio. She did like the feel of the dorm and how mysterious it looks at night. She likes the ocean, but the trio don't need to know that.

Did fall asleep on the couch one night and the twins found her. Azul, fortunately, was gracious enough to save her from them.

Cater took pictures of her in the uniform because aesthetic and she later posted them on her Magicam.

Floyd pulled her out of the dorm to go swimming and pulled her along like a rug doll.

Jade and her talked about gemstones, stuff from the sea, and the literal jade she had back home.

Found a tired Azul one night and gave him a mom hug when he asked.

The twins teased and scared Grim a few times during their stay and the cat would cling onto her leg out of fear. (I'm sorry, but I can't protect you from them.)

Scarabia

Alice was stuck in this dorm during winter break and needed clothes, so she already had this dorm's uniform in her closet. Kalim made a new bow for Grim.

There was a small vase of flowers on the desk. Cute.

The vibes were good from Kalim's positive energy to the delicious food. She enjoyed herself. What she didn't like was the heat, but I'm from Florida so I can deal.

She asked Jamil for recipes because her food is bland and not creative, watching and taking notes while he made dinner and explained.

Freaked Jamil out while telling him the story about the bugs in her parents' house like the big spider on her ceiling when she woke up one afternoon, roaches crawling everywhere.

Going to the Camp Vargas with Jamil.

Had a heart to heart conversation with Kalim one late night.

Grim often fell asleep shortly after dinner and had to be carried to their bedroom.

Pomefiore

She was able to keep the uniform as a gift from Rook for helping, Vil just had to get her the dorm shoes and a mini version of the robe for Grim.

The room had an apple pillow on the bed and a vase of flowers on the desk.

The elegant and graceful atmosphere was nice.

Surprised Vil with her keeping the promise she made to him. But it didn't stop him from complaining and lecturing her on different things.

Grim got in trouble with Vil a lot, and she would just glare at Vil when he annoyed her.

Vil kissed her face in the lounge. Rook teased her about it while Grim was confused.

Epel and her spoke in their accents when it was just the two of them. She jokingly responded in her southern accent and apologized shortly after, but Epel seemed surprise and gave a small chuckle.

Went to the second part of the Camp Vargas.

Rook took her through the garden and chatted about themselves.

Vil pulled her into his room to do her hair and make-up because why not.

Ignihyde

After coming back to the school, Ortho requested she stays in Ignihyde to ensure her health is doing okay and can assist her if needed. The jacket makes sound when you purposely rub the sleeves against it. Another bow for the cat.

The entrance was a bit spooky, but the inside looks cool as hell. The bedroom was, once again, simple and plain.

Was told the students here aren't social and keep to themselves, so she kept her distance and had to continuously tell Grim to leave them be.

Often spent time with Ortha and got called "Big Sis" a few times by him.

Watched some anime and played games with Idia. He did get shy at her hanging out with him in his room and got slightly comfortable around her. Ortho eased some tension.

Grim got mad when he lost a game and pouted against her arm.

Had a heart to heart with Idia one night.

Diasomnia

She thought since she stayed in every dorm, why not stay in the last dorm. Malleus pouted at her for denying him her collarbones in the uniform. A hat and jacket for the boy.

Spooky place. The bedroom had a flower on the pillow.

Got cuddle by Malleus almost every night. I mean, Malleus was around her the most and often sat together and talked.

Teased Sebek for acting cute and laughed when he tried to deny his cuteness.

Grim was spooked by the place and clung onto her leg often.

Silver saw Malleus entering her room at night and told her in the morning he's happy for them and wishes them a good future together. "I'm glad you and my lord finally becoming a official." "Me and Malleus aren't dating!"

#twisted wonderland #Alice #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #twst grim #written work

[altaroracleguidance]

Hello hun, how are you? I hope you are doing well 💕.

I would love a reading if u don't mind.

My name is Sarah and I would like to know who is my Future spouse? Like some details about them (appearance, characteristic or like where/how could I meet them)

Thank you so much for offering free readings

Hi Sarah! I'm Alexandra and I'll be completing your reading today 🦋

The Fool Reversed – In the reversed position, this card encourages you to stay on your current path. You are on the right tracks already in order to meet your future spouse. You may feel anxious that you are not doing ‘enough’, and consider making some changes to your approach. But actually, this card suggests that you are doing exactly the right thing already. Continue to do your own thing and keep an open mind for relationships. If you try to ‘force’ meeting your future spouse, you may end up self-sabotaging. It will happen naturally, so keep plodding along for now.

7 of Swords – This card represents someone who is untrustworthy and malicious. This suggests that in the past, you have experienced some relationship trauma. Past potential lovers have let you down, and taken advantage of you, maybe even manipulate you. Either way, past relationships have left you with a lot of hurt and pain to sift through. So, it’s really important that you heal from this trauma before you can find your future spouse. The universe will provide your future spouse ONLY when you are in the healthiest mindset, and the best version of yourself. So until then, continue to heal and do that necessary inner work to overcome your triggers and trauma.

6 of Cups – This card represents a person who is extremely compassionate and loving. They are generous and always try to cater to others needs. This is confirmation that your future spouse is someone you can trust, someone who will love you and tend to your needs genuinely and with the best intentions. I know this reading didn’t answer some of the questions you had, but I feel this overall message was something you needed to hear as a priority ❤️

I hope this reading was insightful for you lovely! As an energy exchange, I would really appreciate it if you could leave feedback in the comments of this post, or in the comments of my pinned post. You won't be able to get another reading until you do! Since this is a side blog, we won't be able to respond to your comment, but we will definitely see it!

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- Alexandra

#psychic readings #tarot #tarot reading #spiritual #spirituality #free psychic reading #free tarot readings #free readings #sarah #hellomochiq

[phasebun]

omw to fight Ares and Paemon to death for Yi'laae and Solene *my beloveds* (10/10 would romance because how aren't they in-game charas??))... also steal Raediira from her Princess (or die trying lolz). YOU've gotta be one of the most creative and innovative BG3 peeps out there bECAUSE HOW DO ALL OF YOUR TAVS/DURGES LOOK SOOO GOODT?!! 😍✨ please don't stop sharing your creations with the rest of us. and if i may, pretty please share the presets/mods for these 3 drop dead GORG ladies? 👉👈

You literally chose 2 dudes with the most criminal attachment issues anonrofl umm I commend you??♡♡♡♡ Ares just started resisting Bhaal, Lord of Murder, and Paemon literally went "Taken" (and is actually devoted to that very same god) to find Sol LOL Like I get it, all strong, beautiful, women, a cleric to a goddess of luck, Tymora, and a literal cannibalisticbhaalspawnthatevenIwishwasum---, I'd risk my life too omg~ OH and then u wanna steal Raediira, who's Princess, Galsya, is a literal princess of the Nine Hells like, no, I'm glad you're going first so I can see if I have a chance cause then I [redacted].

[long post cause lack of self control]

Sol: "I don't know, they're kinda making me lau-, oh my apologies, I forgot to tell him I was kidding."

FUCK.

Ok but AHHHH TYSM omf!! This is really kind of you to say, I really do have so much fun creating my charas LOL this is such a sweet message!!!! ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐ Ngl, I was so on the fence about even creating this thing omg x.x but sooo much stuff was kinda piling in my brain creatively and I needed to flesh it out a bit, at least.

Truthfully, I really use the presets available already! I think for only 2ish? charas I edited the heads overlay? .dds file, whatever, to tweak how the skin looks. However, I really do hope I can wrap my head around making heads not only for my own pleasures (my OC's are fr my living jellybeans, I'm so sorry) but then I could make something separate and for others. I desperately feel like there isn't enough for the ladies that caters to my visions/what I'd like to see available. ( I am also a hoarder of heads ngl, so when I come across a good one O.O )

Some mods I swear by tbh (I should prob make a mods list page of mods I use/non-personals):

New Character Creation Presets WIP

New eye colours (and blindness for all eyes)

Shibariwaluigi's NPC Hair Edits

Tav's Hair Salon

Honey's Hair Kitchen (WIP)

Astralities' Hair Color Supplement (for the black hair that should've been in the game already imo)

#anon #no but like u did make me laugh loool #u said you were already otw too lmfao #u also chose lvr girls ; .; ♡ #save her #mods

[yogurtlid10000]

okay so you probably shouldn’t respond to this message so you aren’t harassed again but… as a fellow NHK artist I’m getting annoyed with that one person who hunts through the NHK tag and tells everyone to put image descriptions. I just don’t think a blind audience is looking at art blogs? And if it isn’t loading, there’s no reason to like it or reblog if you can’t see it. I understand when it’s things like memes or some videos, but I’m getting annoyed when I only post art and I’m told to cater to people who want nothing to do with my art. Again I don’t want them coming after you again so just sending this to let you know you aren’t alone in this :,)

hi anonymous!!!!! so first of all THANK U!! for telling me this!!! yay! and when u say "NHK" i assume you mean... Houseki No Kuni right? (i call it HNK) but uh yes the person who keeps on commenting on my hnk posts about adding image descriptions is something I have encountered personally! i know that image descriptions are used for blind or visually impaired audiences and a device can read out loud the caption so that people can see it.... Ok so anyway the person kept on asking me in my comments but I did explain to them my own reasons for not putting them! Ill put them here too... (please respect my opinion and yada yada) ok 1) it's my choice and my art, and I don't believe im actively being discriminative by not putting descriptions! I promise you that I am not discriminatory against blind or visually impaired people. 2) I'm not mainstream nor probably have a large blind audience, so I personally don't see the need for me.

I did explain to this to the person, multiple times in the comments of my hnk posts, but they seemed to ignore my reasoning, and continued to ask, so I felt uncomfortable and I decided to block them! Anyway then they used the anonymous question feature here n tumblr to ask me AGAIN why I didn't put descriptions. I had told them before that I wish they could respect my choice and respect that we have different opinions, and to leave me alone. Going as far to use the anonymous question feature after I had blocked them was kinda.... not it for me, so I decided to ignore their question!! Unfortunately soon after they sent another anonymous question saying that if I did not answer why I don't put image descriptions (which I had answered previously in the comments) they would report me!! SO aight that was enough for me, I didn't feel like telling them again when they clearly weren't very reciprocating, i reported them for uhhh harassment, idk if they reported me because I didnt put descriptions, just wish they could have respected my boundaries.

Really appreciate you telling me that I don't have to post this, but I already blocked them, and also thank u again for telling me im not alone in this

hmmm this turned out a lot longer than i intended! Just wanted to clear up my experience with it, that's all :))) hope u have a good day anonymous, ask me if u have any questionnnss yay yay yay

more phos art soon hopefully :33

[mariolandavid]

Hoi An

Multiple people we'd spoken to named Hoi An as their favourite place they'd visited in Vietnam. It makes sense - this small trading port, part of the Silk Road, has had centuries of Japanese and Chinese influence, which it wears proudly on its sleeve. The buildings in the old town are all painted a specific colour of yellow, all protected by the government, all with beautiful, glossy wood interiors. At night, the paper lanterns and the traditional boats in the river look like they've been plucked out of a Disney movie. There are no harsh streetlights here: there's candles, the soft glow of older gas lamps, the flickering signs of bars and restaurants. Even the irish pubs and the sports bars have hung up their own colourful paper lanterns, and at night cleaners sweet the cobbled walkways to ensure Hoi An wakes up pretty and intact.

It is a must visit destination for both foreign tourists, and Vietnamese nationals, who all spill out into the streets at night. In the morning, visitors get measured up in one of the thousand tailor shops, or grab a bike and explore the rice fields and mountains surrounding this city, taking in a water buffalo or two.

It rained a lot of the time we were in Hoi An, which we knew might be a possibility due to us visiting at the peak of rainy season. So we spent quite a lot of our time huddling in dark wood coffee shops, all of them based in traditional shop houses which did not have glass windows or AC. All open, but covered, which made reading or typing up a blog post a very relaxing affair, with the only background music being the sound of the rain against the cobbled floors and old buildings. We later learned that Hoi An is subject to ferocious storms and severe flooding, which luckily we managed to miss. This was perfect for us, as our first port of call was Banh Mi Phuong, famously featured in Anthony Bourdain's show.

It was as good as they said it would be. Apparently, Banh Mih was really originated and perfected in Hoi An, so if this was the best place in town, it was by extension, the best in the country. Ordering it was a feat: the counter was mobbed with people, with 6 ladies making the sandwiches, taking your order, and giving you change all at once. The menu, on the wall, had around 10 varieties of the famous sandwich, and despite there being a couple of tables at the back, the thing to do is to take it away and stroll around the old town. So that's what we did, me with a BBQ one, David with a pork one, snaking around the tiny streets and admiring the beautiful tailoring shop fronts, a faint melody of a man with a guitar from a bar just far away enough to not be able to place it. The colourful laterns reflecting on the shimmering water, which holds dozens of small tourist boats, like a little mini Venice.

It was all romantic until we got to a sports bar. I've grown up with football and don't mind watching it with people, and dating an Englishman I knew I was going to have to watch it in random seedy places, drinking most probably western beers, surrounded by men. And that's what happened then - we walked into an irish bar and went straight to the bar before the Man U match kicked off. And luck would have it (you did get this spoiled before!) that our friend Lebo was there, who we'd met up with in Hanoi. He and his partner and their friends were already sat on a table, first row, a couple of pints deep, so of course we had to join.

Even more friends showed up in Hoi An: the group of boys who'd been admonished by telling fake stories of Kalimocho were there, as well as a group of lads from Stockport. I'd say I'm quite a chatty person and find it quite easy to strike up a conversation with anyone I might have a small thing in common with, so we spent quite some time comparing growing up in the North stories.

Quite hungry at 9.30pm, and crestfallen due to Man U's defeat, we searched for somewhere to have dinner in that catered to vegans and not vegans alike. Most places were shut down (they have dinner early), but a lady took pity on us and sat us on a covered terrace table in her restaurant, which served only Cao Lau. This dish is central Vietnam's answer to Pho, which is apparently more of a Hanoi thing, and it was delicious. Whenever you eat anything surrounded by friends, after seeking refuge from the rain, whatever you end up having tastes 10 times better.

We'd been recommended the 'Morning Glory' restaurant by a few friends that had been to Hoi An, and we got into the one by the night market for dinner. It was worth the hype: we ate stingray summer rolls, pork fried rice, and a Hoi An special, white rose dumplings. It was great to try a more 'refined' dinner after eating mostly street food, and the icing on the cake was when the waiter told David that he'd rolled his stingray rolls really well. I super recommend the 'Morning Glory Signature' restaurant if you make it to Hoi An: it's got a gorgeous terrace overlooking the river, and it serves delicious Vietnamese food, with a modern edge but still keeping all the essentials. The owner had published her own cooking book, which we will be ordering when we're back home, and she turned out to be a successful celebrity chef, with more than 4 locations in the area.

To keep it classy, in the evening of our second day, when it'd been raining most of the time and we'd enjoyed a delicious meal, we went to the Mr. Bean bar. It wasn't great, with early 2000's music, neon lights, and Heineken beer, but there were posters of Mr. Bean everywhere and David got to buy a tshirt. It was a surreal experience, a clear tourist trap, but a fun night nonetheless.

The next day, we got picked up from the hotel/hostel we were staying in, Backhome. It was some decent accomodation, a nice 10 min walk to the old town, with free breakfast. No lift though, which is always painful when you have 16 kg backpacks on you. And are on the fourth floor... From our hostel we were taken to meet our host, Quin, for the day: we had booked a basket boat and cooking class experience for half a day, which I would also recommend people do. In the central market we were taken around a dozen different stalls, each of us clutching a colourful bamboo basket, getting taught how to differentiate between the different types of Basil or Chilis, and given a few teasers of what we would be cooking later on in the day.

When we got to the basket boats, it started to rain, but that did not deter the basket boat rowers, who took us all around the river. These boats, looking like half a coconut, had been used traditionally to fish and catch crabs, but now they were mostly a touristic 'must do' experience. In a procession of boats, with tourists huddled under umbrellas, the rowers sing, spin the boats, and rock them from side to side. All around you little screeches and laughter as folks hold on to dear life. It isn't only a thrill ride however: the rowers teach you how they used to make fishing rods out of bamboo, and you even get a speed crab catching class. We were able to catch two river crabs, small creatures that are lured with a tiny prawn on a stick, and released them before hopping off the boat to start our cooking class.

We first began by making our base Pho broth, and letting it simmer for the next 2 hours as we prepared and ate the following dishes. In between the cooking demonstrations, we learnt how rice was milled, and how it was 'squeezed' to create the starchy liquid that then forms rice paper. They really make the most out of rice here: noodles, paper, dumplings, and of course, standard and delicious rice.

The menu included summer rolls with pork and vegerables, rice and prawn crepes, seafood and vegetable noodles, and a delicious beef pho. It was a very satisfying experience realising how quickly a lot of these dishes can come together, and together with the dipping sauces, realising how balanced and delicate Vietnamese food really is. We had a blast with the cooking class and it exceeded our expectations: folks were joking around, we all had an apron and a hat, and you were overseen and supported by a professional chef. We left the experience full, and happy, and with a printed version of everything we'd made with the exact recipes so we could recreate it at home. Win/win.

For our last half day in Hoi An, we'd booked a walking tour of the old city. We'd stomped around it enough, but given the non-stop rain, we hadn't really had the chance to learn more about its history. The tour was ran by a university student, and it was us and a couple from Singapore being led around today. She showed us the water mark from the city's worse flood, and told us about any renovations or changes in the old town need to be approved by something like a historical society. We also went to the Japanese bridge, a landmark of the city and a beautifuly preserved structure. This wooden bridge was built to communicate the Chinese part and the Japanese part of the city, as trade began to grow and the two groups realised that it was more prosperous if they collaborated. And who would we find in that bridge but the Spanish couple from Badajoz! Still dressed like they were in Safari (yes there's mosquitos, but just spray on repellent and wear normal clothes, it's entirely too warm and humid for long sleeve and big bags), they'd done a very similar route to us. In fact, we even the French family in our cruise in Ninh Binh, so the Hanoi - Ho Chinh Mi route stopping at Hoi An is clearly very common. After we said our goodbyes we moved on to a Chinese temple - out of all the places we'd been to in Vietnam so far (and would go), Hoi An definitely had the most outside influence, which was a fun change when we recalled that there are no Chinatowns in Hanoi as all the chinese inmigrants fled during the war. Our last stop was an old shophouse that had been transformed into a museum of sorts: it housed reconstructions of how Vietnamese people farmed, slept, dressed, and travelled during the older times, and you could also see a collection of clothes and jewelery. We were glad to learn more about the city, especially as we hadn't been able to really enjoy it with the rain. If you can ride a bike, I do recommend you rent it and ride to the beach and to the rice fields around the town, which are said to be gorgeous.

Last but not least, history was made in Hoi An. After dinner one day, we popped into 7/11 were David spied a spicy Taiyaki ice cream, and decided to rate and review the experience on his Instagram Stories. If you follow him on Insta, you'll know that from them on, his weird snack reviews have not slowed down. What a moment.

[twistedr0se]

jellou , I am the anon who made the request for the angel reader, I am very grateful I liked a lot u///u 💕, I was wondering if I could ask for the same but for heartslabyul? please ☺️

Heartslaybul with an angel s/o 🕊

Note: GN(gender neutral) reader

Riddle Rosehearts

- “hm? An angel?”

- Riddle’s a bit skeptical at first, but once you assured him that he wasn’t dreaming he was taken aback at how he hadn’t noticed until now

- Are there certain rules you needed to follow as a heavenly being? Are there any specific events that you have to partake in as a part of those rules? He asks a lot about your role as an angel and what that entails

- He overheard you singing your hymns in a secluded part of the heartslaybul garden, he couldn’t help but stand back and listen to that angelic voice that seems to pull him in the more he listened to you…

- Of course, it’s hard to hide when your lover knows your presence at all times, so you beckon him forward to show him something. “I’ll need you to stand back for this one, dear”. The surroundings began to shake ever so slightly as you glowed a bright white light, and suddenly…”are those wings?!?!”. You decided to be a little playful and gave the poor boy a warm hug with one of the wings, holding him tight and lovingly as you gave him a little kiss on the forehead

- lets just say it’ll take hours before your boyfriend’s face no longer reddens…

Trey Clover

- Trey is…completely speechless

- He’s very soft with you already, so imagine him being as sweet as possible now that he knows that you’re an actual angel. Though, he does this more because he adores you than anything else. I mean, what’s not to love about you?

- Your singing voice, your wings, everything about you sends a tornado of butterflies in his stomach. He really wonders what a wonderful being like you is doing with someone as ordinary as him.

- Trey listens to you sing while he bakes, and sometimes (if riddle allows it) you perform in the gardens with your holy lyre, serenading him while he works to paint the white roses red with cater.

- He brings angel cakes to any unbirthday party you’re invited to, even decorating it to have a mini angel on top of the slice!!

- Trey may not be the religious type, but for you he can always learn more about the god you worship and what your religion is!! But regardless of whether or not you are an angel, he’ll still love you all the same

Cater Diamond

- The moment you reveal to him that you are an angel his eyes suddenly lit up. It all makes sense now!! Your energy, your grace, everything connects!!

- Knowing you’re an angel is already more than enough information to send him flying, but once you show him your angel wings is when everything just breaks loose

- You often join him during club hours just so he can show your singing voice off to the other club members. Every song and praise session always ends up in you attracting an audience or two

- this boy would NOT stop posting about you on his magicam 😭 Hed always make sure to add an angel filter on his magicam stories and hashtags related to angels on posts. For once this is one of the pictures he posts thats out of genuine love and not out of desperation…

- All of his magicam followers will soon learn about his growing passion for you through his posts, some even swore that he turned into a fan account. Many comments ask who this mysterious someone is but does cater dare to tell them about you? Would he enjoy the speculation among his family and followers as to who his lover is? If you’re comfortable, he’d probably tag you in every photo you take together and would always tell his folks about you !!

- he just can’t contain his happiness around you is all!!!

Deuce Spade

- Deuce finds out about your angelic status by accident when he accidentally stumbled upon one of your worship sessions, wings and all. From that point on his life changed completely.

- He gets very shy towards you afterwards. “Angels are supposed to be heavenly beings so, I don’t want to hurt or disrupt you in any way..” You’ll have to reassure him that no, just because you’re an angel doesn’t mean you’re going to administer judgement day anytime soon

- He’d accompany you as a boyfriend/bodyguard whenever you go anywhere. Heavenly beings such as yourself could use some extra protection from any outside evils!

- Would unironically get on his knees and plead for forgiveness whenever he does something wrong (I.e get into a fight with a senior, beat someone up even if it was self defense, etc). You try to hold back your laughter as he begged for redemption when he thought he crushed all those baby chicks in the egg carton…

- He becomes more comfortable with sharing things from his troubled past with you, being vulnerable isn’t exactly something he’s good at but when it’s with you, he feels like he could confess anything to you.

- Deuce doesn’t need any reminders from you nor any other person that he’s a lucky guy, he’s blessed enough to have a guardian angel like you by his side.

Ace Trappola

- “eh? An angel? EH??? THOSE WINGS ARE REAL???”

- Honestly he wont believe you at first, he’s very skeptical about angels even existing so it’ll take awhile before he finally gets it. He’s seen overblotted students, ghosts, and even a talking cat but this??!? He’ll need some time to process

- He’ll playfully tease you a lot about how you don’t look like a biblically accurate angel. But once you transform into said form then he’ll stay quiet for a long time…

- Joins in with your daily praise and worship ceremonies (even if he doesn’t know all the words) and he might even do a little dance right after just to impress you ;3. You appreciate your boyfriend’s participation but healing magic might not solve all of those injuries from falling while dancing…

- but when it comes to sermons…he’s falling asleep just as quickly as Leona at every other day 😭

- No matter how much he jokes and teases about you being an angel, he genuinely is happy and lucky to have you by his side.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #deuce spade x reader #Ace Trappola x reader #ace x reader #deuce x reader #cater x reader #trey x reader #riddle x reader

[elysianslove]

Hiii! I loved your Iwa fluff headcanons and was wondering if you could do one with Suna? thanks <3

yesyesyes i would love to!!! iwaizumi’s version. 

↬ when suna was younger, he really, really wanted a pet bunny. like he really, really loved bunnies, and would beg his parents day and night for one. he even made a really badly edited powerpoint on bunnies and why he deserves one (aside the editing, it was a very persuasive powerpoint. they filmed him while he presented it and the video haunts him to this day). his parents were relentless, though, and didn’t get him his bunny. instead, though, they surprised him with a cat. a cat isn’t as high maintenance since they’re very independent creatures, but can also be very fun. they figured any pet would make him happy. they were wrong. suna hated her so much and would never interact with her. like to the point where he nicknamed her “bitch” and now she mainly answers to that instead of her name. but all that only worked against him, and the cat just kept getting more and more attached to him.

↬ suna now loves her so much, and she’s just as attached to him. like he would kill for her, honestly. it’s his cat >>> everyone else. he has an album on his phone dedicated to pictures and videos of only her, and her bed is in his room because she always ends up sleeping there anyways. he realized later on when he grew older that a cat was the perfect animal for him, and he’s not sure if it’s a parents thing and they really knew or they were just winging it and hoping for the best, but she’s his favorite ever and he would risk it all for her.

↬ his favorite sleeping position with her would be when he’s casually laying on his back scrolling through his phone and she comes and crawls along him to lay on his chest. the warmth he feels within his chest like he just gets so giddy.

↬ suna is crazy obsessed with serial killer documentaries, horror movies, unsolved mysteries, everything like that. his favorite pastime is watching and reading these things, but honestly, it’s not even a like, “wow that’s so cool,” and more of a, “suna what is wrong with you???” type of thing, because he’s the type to have like insidious 2 in the background as he does his homework or gets ready or something. it’s kind of scary how unfazed he is with things like that.

↬ but! yeah he’s extremely brave when it comes to horror movies, borderline unhinged, but his biggest fear? his phobia, if you will? spiders. insects in general, really. he will scream like a sixth grader that’s yet to hit puberty if he sees a spider crawling near him. once he was peeing in the miya twins’ bathroom and some kind of cockroach crawling on the wall and nearly fainted. thank god he was already peeing because he would’ve pissed his pants either way. it’s so embarrassing for him, so he’s so good at hiding it. he just freezes impossibly when he notices an insect and doesn’t take his eye off of it until someone else notices it and kills it. there was this instance when they were at a training camp and he kept feeling as if something was crawling on him, but assumed it was just really hot and his skin was tingling from that. something was crawling on him, though, and it was not just really hot. Top 10 Most Traumatic Moments of his life, especially because atsumu’s first instinct was to record the whole thing.

↬ suna is extremely, and i mean extremely, touch-starved. physical touch has always made him uncomfortable for a reason unknown to him, so he never really accepted hugs or kisses from his family, and would feel so icky if he was roped into a group hug b by his teammates. so when he met you, he thought you’d be so against the fact that he’s uncomfortable with it, because who would want a partner that doesn’t wanna touch or be touched? turns out he actually craves it, and needs it badly, he just needed to take his own time and pace approaching it, and with how understanding you were, he doubted he could ever figure this out without you. he just took it slow, you know? but the more he touched you — held your hand, pinched your cheek, rested his head on your shoulder, pecked your lips for a few seconds longer than last time — the more he wanted you.

↬ when suna became comfortable with the thought and idea that yeah, he actually craves physical touch so damn bad, he wouldn’t stop touching you every second he could. he became insanely clingy, no matter if you were in public or alone. just always has a hand on you at all times. when he’s alone with you, he’s always trying to cuddle with you. you wanna sit and chill on your phone and not really talk? sure, just come do it with your head on his chest. you wanna watch a movie and munch on some popcorn and possibly share a drink? of course he’d love to! just come sit between his legs with your popcorn on your lap so he can steal some and also offer you some sips from the drink. you don’t wanna hug him after a game cause he’s too sweaty? that’s too bad, he wasn’t asking for permission. so you see, suna is a clingy mf. like latches onto you like a koala clingy <3

↬ suna’s music taste is very diverse. his favorite genre is alternative and rock, like the neighborhood, arctic monkeys, etc, but he also loves, loves loves glitchcore music, but also will un-ironically listen to kpop, and rap, and hannah montana’s old music too because why not. he just doesn’t care. if a song is good, it’s good. so what if it caters to a bunch of 12 year olds and not him? who decides that anyways?

↬ suna is very good at hair. like so good. as his sister started to get older, and her hair grew longer, she would sometimes ask him to do it for her before school. at first he was terrible at it, except maybe ponytails cause his hair was long enough at some point to push back into a ponytail, but everything else like parting her hair for pigtails or doing braids or a bun… he was just awful. so, in response, he’d just practice. he’d watch videos as he’s doing his little sister’s hair and be so focused, with his tongue sticking out a little and his eyes squinting as he tries to get it accurate. eventually, he becomes a master at it! you find this out when one day, as you’re just over at his house, his sister comes into his room with a hair tie and a brush and he just carries her up onto his lap and braids her hair as he chats with you and it was so endearing and so impressive and you genuinely believe that was the moment you realized you were in love with him.

↬ he offers to do your hair for you all the time now!! especially if you’ve just showered and are too lazy to brush it and tie it in some way, so he does it for you. he’s actually so, very gentle when brushing your hair, you don’t even feel a thing. if anything, it makes you really sleepy.

↬ when he joined the national team and started to become more and more of a public figure, he’d send you really explicit fan art of him and other teammates he was shipped with just to piss you off. if he was feeling really bold, he’d send you smut written about him. he says he wants to make you jealous. he just wants to provoke you in every way possible, really. one time someone made an edit plot twisting you and him to him and like atsumu so he downloaded video star and made such a bad edit of you and him and posted it on his twitter and instagram and it went viral. like it was one of those edits of just pictures flipping and hearts flashing and lights spasming all over the screen it was so bad it made you cry with laughter. that was his way of telling the world, no one but this person for me, right here <3

↬ i think he’d be very good at doing chores and cleaning and all that, despite how lazy he is. i just think it’s a habit kind of thing, where he grew up doing laundry and making his bed and cleaning his room and washing the dishes that he genuinely doesn’t mind doing it cause it’s natural for him. and he’s learnt to enjoy it.

↬ suna’s favorite color was deep, deep purple at some point, but now it’s between green and black.

↬ he’s caught up with all seasons of keeping up with the kardashians. please don’t ask him why, he doesn’t even know.

↬ once when you were out with him you just gave him a rock that was on the floor and he’s kept that rock with him ever since. like it’s in the drawer next to his bed and sometimes he just takes it out and holds it in his hand while he’s doing homework or scrolling through his phone.

↬ he spams you a lot. like at any time time of the day he just sends you a million videos of him doing the most mundane things; he sends you a video of him eating some almonds and at the end it’s just him going, “i’s good,” or him lip-syncing a song you sent him to listen to, or him trying to do eyeliner because why not. or maybe it’s pictures of him and it’s always ridiculous: him exaggerating him thinking, and then captioning it “thinking,” or just a picture of him on the roof with a peace sign and a pretty smile, or a close up photo of his face saying, “miss u.”

↬ he also spams you with memes all the time. and there’s no set type, it’s just all kinds. really corny memes and really cursed memes, wholesome memes and also memes that bully you. it’s all about the versatility.

↬ suna loves to sleep, he really does, but before meeting you, the only place where he could properly fall into a deep sleep was his bed. after meeting you, anywhere where you were next to him was the perfect place to sleep. if he had your presence near him he could sleep, it didn’t matter, especially if he was resting on your lap or shoulder or gripping onto your hand or resting his legs on your lap. he just wants you close to him, you know? like he feels so safe and comfortable when you’re around, it kind of scares him if he’s honest.

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[hansolmates]

busted in busan 

summary; you’re snowbound at the airport, when the only thing you want is to be homebound. your anxieties heighten as the snow rises, worried that you won’t make it in time for christmas where your fiancé and his parents expect you—picture perfect. when all flights are cancelled due to a massive storm, you have to turn to the hands of an unlikely, hard-headed hero who knows the fastest way out of busan (and into your heart) pairing; jungkook x (f) reader genre/warnings; a christmas detour!au, fluff, angst, slice of life, strangers to lovers, enemies to lovers, pining, this is a total romcom, hallmark movie galore! tw–microcheating (or not however you look at it) mentions of sex, making out, profanity w/c; 10k   a/n; for @suhdays​ holiday hallmark event! this event was totally up my lane, i couldn’t wait to post it! a huge thank u for @eerieedits​ for making this wonderful fic banner! this is totally unedited, i’ll to go back to it tonight but pls enjoy! for those of u who need a little more christmas charm this year, this is for u

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“The Korean Air 1102 flight from Gimhae International Airport to Incheon International Airport will be delayed six hours due to the intense weather conditions. Please be on standby for any further updates.” 

You’re twitching, fighting the urge to nibble on your nails because you’ve just got them done for Christmas. They’re a sleek champagne gold, because your fiancé insisted that they’re far more mature than your usual red and brown reindeer art. This is awful, and is only going to get progressively worse as the snow builds and builds. Right now the weather isn’t that bad, the snow isn’t even sticking to the ground and—oh. 

Gnawing at your lip, your fingers brush over the cold window, a clear view of the landing strip you should currently be boarding. The touch is icy, and the pads of your fingers are enveloped in little rings of fog at the sudden warmth nudging the glass. Upon closer inspection and a squint of your eyes reveal that in fact, the snow is now sticking to the ground. Big, fat clumps are covering the freeway and destroying your Christmas plans. 

Your fiancé will understand if you’re a little late for their Christmas Eve party, but you’re not sure if his parents will. You’ve been on livewire all week, wanting to at least spend the morning of Christmas Eve with your family back home. Knowing that your fiancé’s Christmas Eve party would run until very late, you booked a noon flight with enough time to get ready and impress his parents. Evidently, it was an ill-prepared idea. 

Immediately falling into your terminal’s line, you hope that you can talk with the receptionist in hopes they could put you at ease. 

“How soon will you announce our flight’s departure?” A sad smile. 

“Is there any way you can put me on the next possible flight?” A shake of the head. 

“Will the weather let up?” A frown. 

Every bit of rejection weighs you down, and you’ve run out of questions to ask. For a receptionist, she’s not very receptive. 

“C’mon lady, you’re holding up the line,” a voice tugs you from behind, “you’re not the only one who’s gotta get down to the city on Christmas.” 

You fight the urge to roll your eyes, wanting to slap the rudeness off this man’s face. Instead of falling back in line, you move to the side to glare at him. He’s unfortunately attractive, albeit in a rugged sort-of way—nothing like your fiancé. The leather jacket that he carries tall is worn and crackly at the collar. Wavy dark hair he constantly has to hold back, a gesture that looks flirtatious and to your chagrin the receptionist is definitely recepting to him. 

“Your refund should be processed in about two to four business days, Mr. Jeon,” the receptionist murmurs, the simultaneously sultry and chirpy voice making you twitch in your spot. Maybe if you drank a cup of tall, dark and handsome you’d be getting the same kind of treatment. 

“Thanks,” he replies shortly, and it’s then you notice the extremely large luggage next to him. It’s the size of you, and despite the broad shoulders under the baggy jacket, he lugs it with careful force, making sure not to bump into anyone as he wheels it away from the counter. 

It seems that your trainers have a mind of your own as you follow him down the terminal. He side eyes you as your feet pick up the pace to match his long legs, but he waits for you to say something first. 

“Why did you ask for a refund?” you ask, frowning at him, “the flight is only delayed.” 

He scoffs, “Do you see the snow? They’re just saying it’s delayed so they can hold onto your money a little longer. Besides, it’s a win-win. I get my refund sooner and some other poor sap can take the ticket and wait until five in the morning.” 

“Five A.M.,” you exhale to yourself, slowing down. 

It would be too late by then, far too late. Your shoulders slump, people start to bump into you without a care. 

“Besides,” you hear his voice say from your stricken form, “I had a backup plan.” 

That’s when your feet start to burn up, and you whip around to pump your legs, catching up with the man who’s already far down the hall. “What kind of backup plan?” you blurt, raising your voice because the crowds are starting to get noisier and deeper the further you follow him. 

He hooks his lips into a confused frown, “You’re awfully nosy.” 

“I’m in a pinch, my fiancé’s parents will kill me if I don’t show up to their party tonight.” 

“Your fiancé’s parents… will kill you?” 

“That’s an exaggeration,” you cough, immediately feeling self-conscious, “they’d kill me with their eyes. They’re really big, really pretty corporate people. They have high expectations for their future in-law.” 

“Ah, and you're the country pumpkin who managed to sweep the rich guy off his feet?” 

“Something like that,” you reply, rocking on your heels, “my dad was his dad’s former secretary, and we grew up together.” 

The stranger with a plan stops in front of a long line. It’s so long that you’re not entirely sure where it leads to. People are piling out the door two at a time, and you can see they’re trying to get through the process as fast as possible. The window leading outside is blurry and caked in white ice. He hooks one leg over his luggage, the metal and plastic case is so high that his feet barely touch the ground. Like a kid with a flat scooter, he wheels himself through the line. 

“These lines are for busses going in the direction of our flight,” he jabs a finger out the door, “if the flight got cancelled I was just going to ride one of these,” out of his pocket he pulls out two tickets, flicking it in front of your face.

“Are there any tickets left?” your eyes bug, and you immediately pull out your phone to reserve a spot. 

“Nah, been booked since last month.” 

It’s then that your eyes zero in on the second ticket he has in hand. Both tickets are addressed to the same name. You lower your phone in your pocket, narrowing your eyes. “Why do you have two for yourself?” 

He pats his luggage as a response. 

“That’s not fair!” 

“It is when you buy it, sweetheart.” 

“A literal human could be in that spot, wanting to go home for Christmas!”

“You’re just salty you don’t have a ticket, don’t take it out on my luggage,” he feigns a pout, rubbing the handle of the heavy container, “you’re hurting it’s feelings.” 

It doesn’t take long for you and the stranger to reach the end of the line. To others in line the two of you look like two companions bickering good-naturedly, but in reality the only thing you want to do is slap that smug smile off his face. 

“You want my ticket,” he states. 

“I want your luggage’s ticket,” you bite back, staring petulantly at where he sits comfortably between the handle. 

Unbeknownst to you, the man’s face morphs into a teasing grin upon seeing you glare a little too hard at the silver and black case. It just so happens that your eyes gravitate to the middle of the luggage, at the apex between his long legs leading up to a pair of black sweats. Despite the soft, baggy fabric you can see how the bulge of his thighs outline the thin cotton, looking large and inviting which—

Fuck. You’re engaged. Why are you checking out some stranger’s thighs? Your fiancé also has nice thighs, think about those! 

“How much do you want for it?” you cough, crossing your arms and turning to the side to hide your flaming cheeks. 

“Who said I was offering?” 

“I’ll pay that and then some.”

“With your rich-boy’s money?” 

If your hands were not digging into your elbows and you weren’t so concerned about your gold-foiled manicure, you’d deck him. Do the holidays normally make this person so snappy? He simply flips his hair, and you catch the shaved ends of his sides. 

“Three-hundred,” he says easily, and if he notices you staring he doesn’t say anything, “including any extra fees for my luggage.”

“Done,” you hold out your hand for him to shake. 

“I’m Jungkook, if you care,” the man named Jungkook adds wryly, practically swallowing your small hand with his larger one. You shortly reply with your name, and he merely nods, “a thank you would suffice.” 

“Thanks,” and it’s then that you manage a scarily pretty smile, one that Jungkook finds both alarming and amusing. It’s a catered smile, one that you’ve trained yourself to accomplish after hours in the mirror in fear of your fiancé’s parents seeing right through you. It’s the smile you give during work when you don’t give a shit but you need to suck it up. It’s a 9/10 success rate. 

“Scary,” he shivers, and then you realize he’s the 1/10. 

The only bus for you two to pile on is one of the smallest. Probably half the size of a regular coach bus, but at this rate you don’t care. You’ll fly by hot air balloon if the weather wasn’t so crappy. 

“Taehyung!” you startle at Jungkook’s sudden belt, and he does a big, beefy-chested bro-hug to the driver. Ah, so he has connections. You watch the two interact from your corner, pulling up your hood to stop the rapidfire snowflakes from pelting your eyes. 

The driver is a classically handsome thing, dark eyes and dark fluffy hair. His paperbag pants look absolutely frigid however, and his teeth are chattering as he regards Jungkook with annoyed eyes. 

“Listen, so plans have changed—”

“As always, Kook.” 

“—and I need you to do me another solid. Do you have room in the compartment for my babies?” 

“The answer is, and always no. That’s why you bought two tickets.” 

“I know but,” he gestures to you with a jab of his thumb, “like I said, plans have changed.” 

“Jungkook,” Taehyung frowns, “trying to do some Christmas miracles? In this snowstorm?” Taehyung shakes his head, eyes flickering to the running bus. Most of the ticket holders are already on it. “I can save you two a three-seater, but there’s no room in the compartment. It’ll be a tight fight but—” 

“It’s perfect. You’re dynamite, Tae,” Jungkook even has the audacity to reach his hands out and squish the driver’s cheeks, much to his distain. 

The two of you are ushered quickly into the bus, leaving you in the very front diagonal to where Taehyung is sitting. The three seats are tiny, it probably barely fits Jungkook’s thighs with the large luggage nestled in the other two seats. The two of you suggest to put the luggage out in the aisle and take turns holding it, but Taehyung interjects that the luggage is a fire hazard. 

“But not a human,” Jungkook decides, and he gestures for you to sit down in the available seat. You’re practically shoved against the window as Jungkook manages to squeeze his gargantuan luggage in the other two seats. He’s tall enough to grab the metal rungs of the bus, steeling himself in the middle of the aisle.

Taehyung doesn’t fight with that, and finally puts the bus into drive. Pulling out of the airport feels akin to leaving the eye of the storm. It’s going to be a long journey, and it makes you worry as to whether you’re going to make it on time or not. 

Your favorite pastime is watching the window on a long car ride, especially when the snowflakes crystalize and melt away through the warmth of the vehicle. However, you’re irked. You thought Jungkook was a bit of a wank, a little too full of himself and far too mysterious for your own good. 

Exhibit A, the luggage that’s currently threatening to wheel over and crush you against the glass. You wonder what’s so special about this luggage that Jungkook so desperately wants to protect, even so far as to buy its own seat. Sneakily, you lean over to smell the zipper. Surprisingly, it smells a little vinegary, the fumes getting you a little lightheaded within seconds. Your eyes dart to Jungkook, who’s currently engaged in conversation with Taehyung. You tilt your head and sniff again, confirming the slightly rancid smell. 

It’s then you take in Jungkook’s form once more. He dresses a little schlubby, his clothes are old, his eyes are sunken in, and his luggage is filled with weird-smelling things. 

Oh no. Is Jungkook a drug dealer? 

Your fiancé’s parents would surely have a fit if this man gets arrested and you come up in the report as an accused accomplice. It makes sense, he would want to make sure that his goods are in his view at all times, and it explains why he so easily gave you his ticket for triple the actual price. 

A giggle interrupts your thoughts. Yes, a tired, yet bubbly giggle. Jungkook’s face is pressed against his bicep, and you catch the fluttering of his eyes as he tries to keep up with Taehyung’s rambling. His grip is starting to loosen on the metal bars, and you’re worried that he might accidentally slip, or not hold tight enough in the event the car takes a sharp turn or slips on black ice. 

“J-Jungkook,” it’s the first time you’re saying his name out loud, tasting it on your tongue as you regard him steadily, “why don’t we take turns sitting? I don’t mind standing for an hour while you sleep.” 

He regards you with a sleepy smirk, shaking his head against the fabric of his jacket. “You’ll be flung in two seconds, besides can you even reach the handles?” 

Good point, but Jungkook is far more muscular and if he does end up flying he’ll crash through the window and further hinder your commute. It’s why you choose your next words carefully, and you convince yourself it’s the only reason as to why you propose your solution. 

“I’ll sit on your lap,” and since it sounds super weird coming out of your mouth, you tack on, “I’ll put your jacket over your lap as a barrier.” 

He slacks, regarding you with a scrunched face. “Is the jacket supposed to make that situation any better? I’m fine standing like this.” 

“This ride is going to take hours and you’re barely on your own two feet,” your point is made when the bus topples over a speed bump, and Jungkook looks awfully small as he moves to grapple the top bar with both hands, “my fiancé doesn’t get jealous, I’ve sat in plenty of friend’s laps before.” 

“We’re not friends,” he blurts with a raise of his brows.

“Yes, I know that,” you’re a little insulted by the curt reply, but he still looks rather horrified that you’re proposing the following, “I don’t like it either, but I’m sitting in your seat and now I’m feeling guilty as hell.” 

It’s a lot of shuffling and shifting after that. You try not to laugh as Jungkook rips off his leather jacket, folding it into a perfect square, ironing out the corners of the crinkly fabric as he gestures for you to take a seat. You try not to take note of how sturdy his thighs are, or how the muscle stretches across the seat so well that there’s no way for you to fall between the cracks. 

“You��re going to sleep anyway,” you try to assure him, side eying him as he presses his forehead against the window, “it’ll be like being with a dead body.” 

“Didn’t know you were into necrophilia, but whatever floats your boat,” Jungkook mumbles, eyes immediately fluttering shut. 

At first it was easy, ignoring the fact that you’re sitting on top of a human. The drive seems endless however, Taehyung driving further and further into a sea of white ice. You force yourself to thread your fingers together, sitting on the very edge of his knees with your back ramrod straight. Eventually, you tire out and relax against Jungkook’s lax body. Your face is centimeters away from Jungkook’s. Long, dark lashes, and a strand of equally dark hair falls in front of his eyes. His cheeks are flushed from the blaring heater, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. 

Hm, for a drug dealer, he smells pretty. 

Despite the weird-smelling luggage that looms over the two of you, the white long-sleeved shirt he wears is soft to the touch and smells fresh. 

You huff, and shift in your seat. 

“Stop,” Jungkook mumbles into your shoulder, and you don’t have the heart to look at him. 

“I’m sorry, it’s cramped,” you reply. 

“I get that, but you don’t have to—hike yourself so far up here,” he sounds almost embarrassed saying it, and his hand shuffles to adjust his belt. “Literally can’t sleep because you’re making me pop a boner.” 

“Why, I’m engaged!” 

“God, I know. It’s like your personality trait or something,” Jungkook retorts, “just because you’re engaged doesn’t stop my body from reacting. I’m sure your fiancé has reacted like this, stop acting like a blushing virgin.” 

You tense, your eyes glued to the window in front of you. How do you even make a comeback to that? Wringing your hands in your lap, you feel your palms sweat with nerves the longer it takes for you to reply. This causes the gears to run in Jungkook’s mind. 

“Holy fuck, have you two not—” 

“Shut up,” you hiss, turning your body around to slap him in the chest, “shut up shut upupupshutup!” 

You make seething, burning eye contact with Jungkook. You expect him to have a shit-eating grin on his face, teasing you for your relationship. Instead, Jungkook is wide-eyed, mouth parted open like a confused guppy and his big bug-eyes looking stricken. He says nothing. 

The road starts to get bumpier, and the drive swerves from time to time to avoid black ice. Neither of you are relaxed. Combined with the heart of the storm, your heart is currently wrung on electrical wire, pumping blood with a fervor you cannot stifle. 

“I’m going to put my arms around your waist,” Jungkook murmurs softly, and you lift your arms slightly to see him lace his fingers over your belly button. “Like a seatbelt.” 

You sigh, relaxing in his hold. Now it’s awkward. He feels compelled to hold you to keep you safe, even though he clearly finds it awkward you’ve already put him in this position. 

Jungkook isn’t so bad, you think as you let your gaze linger on his hands. They anchor you to his lap, making sure you’re not jostling during the ride. He may have a razor sharp tongue and gets under your nerves just for the heck of it, but he’s kind of nice. Under the prickly leather jacket, there’s a softness to him you can’t help but gravitate to. 

It’s dark outside, save for the speedily descending flakes and the dim lights of the highway. You’re sitting on the lap of a total stranger, yet it’s a stranger who’s holding your waist like he’s a seatbelt, a stranger who’s making you feel safe to say the words that have been haunting you for the past few months. 

“I’ve tried to initiate sex,” you finally say. “I don’t know why he doesn’t want me, it’s already been two years.” 

Your eyes turn red with bloody horror. Your vision blurred by the insanity of what you’ve just blurted out to this surprisingly kind stranger who’s offered his seat (both times) to you. 

“I didn’t mean to word vomit like that. Forget I said anything—” 

“Must be his loss,” Jungkook cuts you off, and when he says it doesn’t feel impolite at all. However, Jungkook doesn’t continue on, doesn’t give you rhyme or reason, just lets you linger on his reply like a madwoman. 

Maybe it’s because you’re so touch starved, maybe you’re just seeing things, but for some reason Jungkook’s fingers feel more apparent against the seam of your jacket. They tighten a fraction, drum around the metal zipper that holds the thick fabric together. Your palms feel like a fountain, and you try to ignore the burn between your legs, the liquid heat betraying the commitment that sits on your finger. 

You’re engaged to be married, you chastise yourself. All eighteen carats that symbolize that bond glare at you, bright and eager to make you feel guilty. The whole reason why you’re on this cramped bus ride is to get to your soon-to-be husband. Some pretty stranger with strong hands won’t change that. 

“We’re here! Finally!” Taehyung cheers, and you realize now that you’re parked into a tunnel surrounded by other buses. 

Jungkook and you wait until everyone steps off the bus. The pads of Jungkook’s fingers play an unsung tune, absentmindedly drumming to a song you can’t put your mind to. 

“God, you can’t just pay the extra money for someone to take care of this?” Taehyung hauls the large luggage in the aisle seat, and you feel like you’re being revealed under a curtain, doing something you’re not supposed to be doing. 

You hop off his lap, scoop your backpack in your arm and scramble off the bus. The cold, winter air bites into every available pore in your body, replacing the warmth that Jungkook gave in the tiny bus. You hike the collar of your oversized turtleneck higher up your chin, prickling in shivers as you wait for Jungkook. 

“I don’t remember Seoul being this, empty,” you say to yourself, frowning at the lack of humans past the bus station. You peer curiously at the dark, dark road off the terminal. There’s no flicker of light, or a skyline filled with bustling sounds and flickering head beams. 

“That’s because we’re only halfway there,” Jungkook walks past you, luggage in tow. 

“What?” you pull out your phone, it’s already 4PM and it’s pitch dark outside. 

The snow is beating down as you two speed walk out of the hangar, reaching a nearly vacant parking lot save for a pure white minivan. You barely notice the vehicle with all the snow, blending in perfectly as wave after wave of ice beats down on it. The pops of rust by the tires, gaudy orange stripes is the only thing you can focus on as you try to make it to the car as fast as possible. 

“Get in and start the car,” Jungkook practically shoves the keys in your hands, gesturing for you to take the passenger seat. 

When you enter his car, you’re hit with a scent scarily identical to the one in Jungkook’s luggage. You nearly gag when you inhale too much, and your eyes flicker over to the lemon air freshener attached to the exhaust, trying its best to mask the smell. You vaguely remember all the warning stories your parents told you as a kid—never enter the white van. 

Ohmygod, you’re in a white van and all of Jungkook’s drugs are in the back. 

You shake your head, willing the car to start as you arch your back over the console to start it up. You’ve been around your fiancé’s parents too long, letting them fill your head with judgemental gab and crazy assumptions only rich people have about people lesser than them. 

Once the car spurs to life, soft holiday music plays from a pop station. The front window of the car is absolutely covered in snow, you can’t even budge the windshield wipers to scrape the layer of ice off. 

Suddenly, a blanket of ice slides off the window, swept to the concrete. You’re met with Jungkook’s toothy smile and horror-esque stare, and you have this jerk reaction to nervously laugh and jump in your seat. Your nails dig into the cheap fabric of your seat as Jungkook’s scary expression melts into a more softened one, as if happy to have gotten you to laugh in such sucky times. Jungkook continues to brush your windows, meticulously making sure no ice can cause any damage as you two go into the night. 

“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” Jungkook whips the door open, throwing the snow brush at the space between your feet. 

As soon as he shuts the door, your stomachs growl simultaneously. 

The two of you break into a quick laugh, giggles that overlap the twinkly holiday chimes and the packed snow crunching under Jungkook’s boots. 

“After McDonalds,” Jungkook declares, setting up the GPS for a quick pitstop to the nearest fast food joint. 

Ten minutes into the drive, you pull into a generic food joint, too starved to find gourmet McDonalds. You make it a point to flick your card and lean over his body to meet the cashier, telling him you’re spotting the meal. Jungkook doesn’t complain, and tells the cashier to add in a vanilla sundae for good measure. 

Color yourself impressed, but you can’t help but gawk as Jungkook expertly sets up his food on the dashboard like a five-star meal, with fries in the cupholder and a burger unwrapped perfectly to catch any spills and to keep his fingers from getting greased up. For such a terrible snowstorm, he pulls out of the joint gracefully, a brief intermission in your long journey. 

“So, is my fiancé’s place far from where you need to be?” 

Jungkook shrugs, a stray fry hanging from his mouth. “It’s not far, not close either. I don’t mind, I like driving.” 

“Do you drive around a lot?” 

“Yeah, for work. It’s a little annoying that I have to spend Christmas alone, but it is what it is.” 

Pausing on your speculation, you take a big bite of your burger. You were hoping that your conversation would spur on a little more detail about his drug-esque job. However, all you start to feel is the heaviness of your fast food meal, stemming from your chest and filling your grease-filled stomach. 

“You’re spending Christmas alone?” you say, and you don’t mean to sound so sad saying it, but the thought of him being alone tonight makes you feel pinched with pain. 

“I can practically feel your puppy-eyes,” Jungkook shakes his head, not even needing to look at you as he focuses on the road. “I’m fine, don’t you worry.” 

“Do you wanna come to the party?” you offer, trying to sound as neutral as possible as you throw the suggestion on the dash.

“Not my thing,” Jungkook scrunches his nose, “with my line of work, I prefer to lay low.” 

Trying not to feel a hurt by the sudden (but expected) rejection, you practically eat your burger whole, eyes glaring on the road. You surmise it’s a valid excuse, drug dealers aren’t exactly one for highly-populated areas and with your fiancé’s reputation, you’re sure his parents would smell Jungkook’s reputation in a micro-minute. 

The drive isn’t anything special. You’re sure if it were spring, the foliage would be pretty and the sun would be setting into melty orange hues by now. It’s all black and white, boring shades that are aggressively pelting at the van and hindering your evening. 

“So, what other character traits do you have?” Jungkook cuts through your semi-brooding, as easily as one slices through butter, “other than the obvious that you’re engaged, and that you’re getting married. And oh yeah, you have a fiancé!” 

You scoff at his cheesy joke, folding your arms together. “I like spending time with my family. Watching movies under a weighted blanket. Plants.” 

His stare dips away from the road for a fraction, enough for you to catch that he’s rolling his eyes, “Fascinating. Not a plant person myself. I like those cute little succulents though. Had a bunch of those in college.” 

“I am also a ramen connoisseur,” you say pointedly, turning up your nose. 

“Ah, are you?” you smile a little when you see Jungkook’s eyes light up at the mention of food, “what’s the criteria for good ramen?” 

“Deep, creamy broth. Also, the egg. Gotta look like a custard-y, eggy sunset. It’s just,” you smack your lips together, mimicking a chef’s kiss, “perfect.” 

He chuckles, and goes on to tell you a story about a ramen shop he’s visited on his travels. It’s one he declares that you need to visit, one he still dreams about often. It takes a ferry and it’s a bit of a trek, but he says it’s worth it, and the eggs are as custard-y and sunset-y as you’d like. 

It’s between pockets of his story and pulling yourself out of this little bubble of a van you realize:  are you flirting with Jungkook? 

The longer this trip goes, the more your stares linger. They linger like the snow that sticks to the ground, unable to do nothing but cling. Layer after layer of confusing feelings, building up to a blizzard that you’re unable to quell. 

“So, your family’s also going to be at your fiancé’s party?” Jungkook asks, poking at yet another one of your personal facets. He’s being blatantly nosy, yet neither of you seem to mind. 

“Oh, no,” you shove your hands in your pockets, “they wanted to stay back in our hometown with the extended family. Y’know, the older members can’t really travel as much as they used to.” 

“Ah, so you’re splitting up your time,” Jungkook drums his hands on the wheel, eyes drooped slightly as he continues along the monotonous road, “your fiancé couldn’t make it?” 

“Couldn’t,” you reply lightly, “just, y’know, work.” 

“Been there, done that,” Jungkook replies, “I’m sure he missed out though. What’s your family like? Are they the type to bake cookies until 3 A.M.? Oh, or do they get wine drunk and talk shit about their annoying cousins—” 

“Jungkook,” the words fly out of your mouth before you can even think, “I’m engaged.” 

The weight of your words holds differently now. A whole day has passed with this man, and you’ve developed an attachment that simultaneously scares and thrills you. Not an hour goes by that you have to think to yourself that you’re taken, to the point that you can’t even tell what’s in your head and what’s being spoken out in the air. 

Instead of a snippy comment, a snarky retort of, “I know, I know!” like you anticipate, Jungkook stops the car. 

There’s no human trace for miles, so it doesn’t scare you when he slows down and pulls off to the side. He gears the car into park, roughly pulling the handle. He lays his arm over the steering wheel, turning his body so he can face you fully. The heat in the car suddenly feels too cloying, and you shrink in the seat as he leans in on you. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asks, and from the looks of it, he’s genuinely hurt. 

“I—Jungkook,” you plant your feet on the ground, trying to find some power in this situation, “I mean I, we—you just can’t keep doing this.” 

“Do you feel like I’m trying to steal you away? Or, seduce you or something?” Jungkook is starting to talk himself into a stupor, eyes flickering from the window, to you, to behind you, and back to you. It’s almost jarring, seeing how self-conscious he starts to get without the presence of an audience. Gone is the smooth talker that you met at the terminal, willing to haggle it all for your cash. “Are you uncomfortable? Is it weird I have a crush on you?” 

“Wait, you have a crush on me?” 

He reels back, nearly pressing his head against the window. Jungkook runs a hand through his hair, exhaling deep from his lungs. “Adults still get crushes, y’know.” 

“Yeah, but not to people you met eight hours ago.” 

Jungkook arches a brow, “People fall for people in the most unlikely of ways.” 

That singular statement hits you, hard. 

Jungkook looks like he wants to get out of the van. He seems stuffy, and he unzips his coat and shoves it under his legs. 

“You’re cute,” he echoes the statement like he can’t believe that in a short amount of time, he’s attached to you, “you seem to have good taste, you love family, and your personality isn’t half bad,” the last bit is meant to be teasing, a lighthearted way to end his bout of emotion, but it only makes you ache further, “And it makes me upset knowing that you have to keep convincing yourself that you’re in a relationship that isn’t as fulfilling as you hope. This whole drive, you’ve been anxious about going to his parents, worrying that you’re not going to make it on time instead of relaxing with your family. Where you actually want to be.” 

“I also want to be with Jimin,” you say weakly, a half-hearted attempt to defend yourself. 

You never mentioned your fiancé’s name until this point. It makes Jungkook stiffen a little, finally putting a name to the man that’s supposed to have your heart. It makes the relationship concrete, palpable. 

“I’m sure you do,” Jungkook smacks his lips, evidently sealing the conversation to suffocate under the snow. 

Jungkook puts the car into drive, sliding back into your current route. 

“And to answer your question, Jungkook. No, you having a crush on me is not weird,” and smaller, quieter, you reply, “because it’s weird that I might have a crush on you, too.”

You know that Jungkook catches your statement, because he cranks the volume of the radio harder, effectively shutting you out.  

The first thing Jungkook says when you finally reach the Park’s house is: “Wow.” 

His van looks completely out of place, parked on the side as limos and Escalades drop off more and more people into the large estate. It’s pouring with elegant piano music, and the large window in the middle of their home reveals a century-old chandelier, crystals beaming and winking against the hundreds of guests that lie underneath. 

The rest of the way driving was almost painfully fast. After that awkward wave of emotion, neither of you said anything. Well, you didn’t at least. Jungkook attempted to clear the air by singing along to the Christmas songs on the radio, but it only further attracted you because to your chagrin—Jungkook’s a pretty good singer. 

The estate isn’t in Seoul persay, it’s a sizable plot of land that definitely comes from old money. It’s decked up like the North Pole, lit up and tiny crystal lines dotting the expanse of the rooftops. The snow certainly adds to it, and many guests are outside taking pictures of the picture-perfect holiday show. The blizzard has finally subsided, leaving a clean blanket of snow across their yard.

You scoff to yourself. What they find to be a Christmas miracle only derailed yours. 

Jungkook stares at you while you send a quick text to Jimin. You tell him he needs to come fast, because you don’t want his parents to see you all sweaty and dressed like you’ve been traveling for hours. 

“Oh, uh,” you finally take a look at him, and you immediately regret it because you’re getting sucked into his gaze, “I think you put my bag in the trunk?” 

“Right,” he shakes his head, “follow me.” 

He tilts his head down when he’s outside, as if the snow’s going to start back up and drown him. Your thumb scratches the ring on your finger as you hop out of the van, effectively popping the bubble the two of you have been sealed in for the better half of the evening. Is this going to be it? Is the last you’ll see of Jeon Jungkook? 

All those thoughts evaporate when Jungkook opens the trunk. 

There’s no drugs. 

In fact, you don’t even know what to think. The van is absolutely filled, wall-to-wall art supplies and canvas carefully lined up like Tetris blocks to avoid damage. The floor of the van seems to receive the brunt of the messes, and you catch recent paint stains and spray cans stacked to the side. It explains the smell. 

There’s some clear cases in a corner, protecting completed prints that are already framed. Your eyes cling to a vibrant hyacinth, coral and satin blue petals bunching in the middle of a black background. It’s absolutely gorgeous, if it wasn’t for all the paint lying around, you’d think it’s real. 

Jungkook’s an artist. 

“Holy shit, I thought you were a drug dealer,” you blurt, and you want to smack yourself in the face. 

 “Excuse me?” Jungkook jerks his head towards you, “did you think I was a drug dealer this whole time?” 

“N-no,” you frown petulantly, letting Jungkook loop your arms through the straps of your backpack. “Maybe. You were very shady.” 

He laughs, a genuine laugh. It confuses you, the way he tucks his hands in his pockets and bends his back over to look up at you through his dark lashes. It’s like nothing’s wrong, like he’s trying to erase the past eight hours and leave with no qualms. You don’t know if that comforts you or terrifies you. 

“So, you were willing to let a potentially dangerous man be your travel partner for eight hours so you can make it to your fiancé’s party?” Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to the front door, “you must really love him.” 

“I do,” you say the phrase like it’s second nature. Rehearsed. Practiced. 

“Merry Christmas,” Jungkook pulls out his hand, and you don’t hesitate to grasp it. 

Liquid heat sparks through your skin, one that tingles from where his large palm encases yours, all the way to your heart. 

“Merry Christmas,” you echo, and your feet feel like lead as you back away from him. 

Jungkook waits until you go inside the house, even though the valet is side eyeing him and mentally telling him to leave already. Turning your back to him is rough, like you’re without snowshoes and you’re trudging through snow. 

The goodbye feels rushed. Your heart is cold and heavy. Unfortunately, by the time you realize you haven’t paid Jungkook for his bus ticket and the ride, it’s too late. Jimin has already pulled you in his awaiting arms, and Jungkook has peeled out of the driveway. 

“You look awful,” Jimin coddles you, dusting the invisible dirt off your jacket. You know Jimin means well by the statement, but you can’t help but feel a little unsupported by his words. You did all you could to make it to Jimin in time for this party full of faceless, nameless people. And yet, Jimin inadvertently manages to put you down for finally making it. 

The hallway is relatively empty, save for one staff member who cleans the wet linoleum floors whenever someone with snow steps in. You can easily make out where the heart of the party is, the tinkly holiday music playing from the speakers, along with all the bodies huddled by the extra large Christmas tree that is brimming with presents. 

You do feel like a wet noodle, in comparison to Jimin and Namjoon’s complementary pinstripe suits. Jimin’s deep burgundy suit pops in the endless hallway of marble and light wood as he quickly leads you upstairs to a spare room for you to change. Namjoon’s more muted grey still looks stunning on him, cutting his tall figure nicely. You think it’s cute that Jimin made an effort to match with his assistant, not making him feel out of place in this big party. 

“I hope you don’t mind,” Namjoon interjects softly, gesturing to the garment bag hanging on the boudoir, “I picked out your dress.” 

“I’m sure whatever you bought is beautiful,” you assure softly, stepping fully into the room. It’s an extra bedroom, you’re assuming it might be yours. 

“We’ll give you some time to freshen up and get ready,” Jimin squeezes your arm, a touch you can barely feel due to the puffiness of your down jacket. It’s just an awkward escape of air to you, a sssttt that you catch Namjoon hiding his smile for, “we’ll walk around a bit and bring you some food.” 

“I want cupcakes,” you blurt impulsively, and the two of them laugh on their way out the door. 

Once you’re finally alone, you strip yourself bare. Jacket, shirt, socks, underwear. You make quick work of taking a hot, damp towel to wash your arms and legs, scrubbing your face of any oil and dirt from the day. You wrap yourself in an indulgent fluffy robe, the plush material comforting you as you flop on the bed. 

It’s been a day. 

You take a five minute cat nap, the weight of the day taking its toll on you. When you finally flutter your eyes open however, you see him. 

It’s not exactly him, it’s his art. It’s mounted right atop the headboard, a large blown up painting of a tiger lily. The orange and gold flecks flicker and go perfectly with the decor of the room. The piece is longing, aching for you to go back to two hours ago when you could’ve phrased your words better, balm the situation into something to salvage. This must be a sign, you think. Upon closer look, you see the signature Jeon JK etched in silver in the corner. Who knew the Parks were buying Jeon Jungkook’s work, the world is smaller than you’d originally thought. 

It ignites you. You rip the zipper of the garment bag, pulling on the slinky glittery gold dress Namjoon picked out for you. It’s gorgeous, and you don’t know how he managed to find your proportions, but you figure an assistant of his caliber has access to many things. You don’t have much time, so you slap on some light makeup and swipe some highlights across your eyes. By the time Jimin returns, you’re pulling your hair up and out of your face. 

Jimin walks to the bed with a pretty red velvet cupcake, “You look beautiful,” he says immediately, and you follow to sit with him at the foot of the bed. 

You don’t hesitate to grab the cupcake from his tea plate, nearly shoving it in your mouth. You definitely need a rush, something to curb you over for the plans you have tonight. “Sugar sugar,” you chant like a mantra, and you don’t care that your lipgloss is smudged and crumbs cling to your cheeks. 

Jimin just rubs circles onto your thigh, letting you eat and relax. He knows you’re not a fan of these kinds of parties, preferring to wallflower it, preferably at  a wall closest to the buffet. His touch is comforting, and you chew slower in order to prolong the inevitable. It takes a beat for you to finish your cupcake. 

“I need to talk to you,” the two of you blurt at the same time, and you point and giggle at each other like you’re still five year olds tinkering in the sandbox. 

Jimin pouts, “Can I go first? Mine’s kind of important.” 

“Mine’s also really important,” you don’t mean to invalidate Jimin, but you really need to get this out. “I might explode if I don’t say this now.” 

The blonde scrunches his nose, obviously weak to your unusual distress, “I guess I wouldn’t want that.” 

You clutch his hand, the hand that holds the plain wedding band he picked out for himself two years ago. Your eyes flicker to how your ring kisses his, “Jimin. I love you, like really love you. I can’t imagine my life without you, you’ve been my best friend since we could crawl. But as I traveled down here, I realized that even though I love you, I think I’m not in love,” you wince at how cheesy that sounds, “I don’t want you to feel like you’re not good enough, but the whole trip down here made me realize I don’t think I can commit to this.” 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you gasp, watching relief wash over Jimin’s features. You’re not even done with your whole spiel and he’s already unbuttoning his blouse, “this makes what I’m about to say a whole lot easier.” 

“Jimin,” you trail off, squeezing his palm, “what do you mean?” 

“I mean, I think I’m in love.” 

Your jaw slackens slightly, seeing the sweat that lines Jimin’s slicked back hair. He must’ve been thinking about this all night, waiting for you to tell you this. Your chest aches, weighing in on all the sudden facts. “Who is it?” you ask. 

Jimin shrugs, “The man who does my taxes and makes sure I sleep at least seven hours a night.” 

“Namjoon,” you conclude, eyes moving to the sealed door. You think Namjoon is waiting out there right now, silently supporting you two as you go through this. Of course, Jimin’s parents would be livid if anything would tarnish his reputation. A broken engagement would be sticky to cover up, and Jimin falling for his assistant is a headline right for the books. 

“I’m sorry,” Jimin whispers, despite the room being vacant he feels the need to keep his words short, “You came all this way to hear this. But I guess we’re on the same page, huh?” His soft fingers make a beeline for your ring finger, removing the diamond band, “And by the way, I love you too. Which is why we’re going to come clean in the morning and work this out with my parents, together. I’m sorry if you felt obligated to follow me all this time just because our parents did.” 

“Hey, like you said, we’re in this together. Both in and out,” you chastise, pulling your engagement ring from his grasp and holding it to the light. “Can I keep this? Instead of an engagement band, it can be our best friend band. I’ll even get it re-sized so it can go on another finger.” 

Jimin pulls you into his arms, crushing you. The silky material of your dress bunches and rides, but you don’t care. The two of  you can’t help but be a little crybaby-ish about it, feeling much like your younger-selves when you had to pull each other out of trouble. 

The two of you walk out of the bedroom hand-in-hand, and Namjoon is leaning against the banister in the hallway, a soft smile melting on his tanned skin. 

“I’m so happy for you,” you gush, hugging Namjoon tightly. You’ve only known the man for a few months, but you can tell he’s taking care of Jimin and that’s enough for you. 

“I… really thought you’d be more upset.” Namjoon marvels, patting your back. 

Jimin interjects, “I think she’s found someone hotter than me.” 

“Impossible!” 

You could stay at this party, lay low until you and Jimin have to confront his parents in the morning. They suggest to get all the food they need and sneak out to the home theatre. The three of you hustle it down the stairs to another part of the house, in order for you to make your getaway and avoid Jimin’s family. 

“Hey,” you stop in front of another painting, pulling the two men to a stop. Your eyes lock on a framed droopy peony, tipped with pink dye. You realize you can’t stay here, not when someone’s home alone tonight. “Namjoon, I need you to locate someone for me.” 

Jungkook does not expect to see you at his front door. 

You’re stunning, and look as breathless as he feels. The liquid champagne number that hugs your frame does things to him, and he’s strangely attracted to the fact that you paired this expensive dress with your snow-drenched trainers. 

You showing up at the wee hours of the morning was the last thing Jungkook thought would happen. It’s nothing short of a holiday event, you look like you’ve just walked out of a gala and then ran a marathon to reach him. 

He thought when he said goodbye, it would be the last time you’d cross paths. At first, he was okay with that. After all, feelings come and go, and spontaneity only works a percentage of the time. Seeing you presently however, throws all those half-hearted concedings out the window. 

“Hi,” you finally say, drinking from the fact that you actually found him. 

“Hey,” Jungkook breathes, “you look, beautiful.” 

“Thanks,” you smile. 

“So, is this about you not paying me back for the ticket?” Jungkook suddenly feels guilty, having dipped out of Jimin’s manor once he saw him appear at the door. It was unrightful jealousy, and because of that he needed to drive away as fast as possible. “Because honestly, it was me messing with you. I really don’t need the money.” 

“I figured, from the fact that I had to take the elevator up to the penthouse of the building.” 

“So then why are you here?” Jungkook wobbles on the balls of his feet, unsure of what to do with himself. 

“My ex-fiancé is in love with someone else,” you lay your cards out just like that, and Jungkook’s unprepared to deal.  

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry—” 

“Let me finish,” you cut in gently, “my ex-fiancé is in love with someone else, and that’s okay. We’ve been best friends since we were little, and we want nothing but happiness for each other. And for me? Happiness is right in front of me.” 

You bite your lip, and Jungkook fights down the urge to run up and pull you into his arms. You must be so cold, running out without a jacket and rushing to his home. However, he lets you finish, and he holds himself down by clutching the door frame as casually as possible. 

“I also have a big, fat crush on you,” you say boldly, “and I had to tell you as soon as I could. It took a twenty-minute phone call and some serious leverage from Jimin’s company to figure out where you lived. That receptionist is definitely not letting me use my frequent flyer miles next flight.” 

“You harassed an airport receptionist just for me?” he smiles wanly, placing a hand on his chest, “I’m touched.” 

“You make me excited to try new things, to be spontaneous and do things for myself,” with every statement you take a step further, and soon enough you’re in his dimly lit apartment. The plush couch in his living room looks awfully warm and comfy, and the light music that plays from his speakers is soft and soothing. “So, let’s spend the holidays together and see where this goes. And go to your art gallery tomorrow, because I did research you on the drive and found out you had to rush here because of a big show.” 

“So you’re actually a stalker?” Jungkook teases, tugging you over to the couch. 

He takes the lead, plopping himself on the couch first and inviting you to sit next to him. You take a detour and plant your body atop of him, and with an ‘oof’ the two of you are sinking. 

“A stalker and a potential drug dealer does sound like a promising pair,” Jungkook jests, his hand palming the silky material of your ruched up ball gown. 

“I’m sorry,” you pout, wrapping your fingers around the long tresses of his hair, “can you please stop bringing that up? It was judgemental of me.” 

“I like when you’re judgemental,” he pokes your puppy-faced cheeks, ruddied with embarrassment. “I like picking fights with you and getting you all riled up.” 

“Will you rile me up now?” 

Sexy, he thinks. He figures a vixen has been hidden under you, one suppressed by a complicated engagement and many other factors he’d love to learn about in the near future. The situation at hand however, is far more pressing. Your body is finally warming up, and Jungkook tries to ignore the weight your body is causing, re-igniting an ache he felt hours ago when you two were squished against each other in the coach bus.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you declare, and you look a little frustrated that Jungkook is taking so long to process this information, “and I hope I take your breath away.” 

You taste like sugar and the softness that comes with the holidays. It’s tender and oh-so comforting, and Jungkook can’t help but squeeze your hips closer as your lips brush fervently against his. The feeling is both new and old, and Jungkook figures you’ve finally uncoiled a flame that you can no longer quell. 

Soon enough your kisses turn hungry, and Jungkook has to remind himself that you two have only known each other for a total of twelve hours, and he isn’t sure of what’s appropriate to jump to due to the speed of your relationship. Once he feels the first roll of your hips, a liquid heat that Jungkook can’t help but return back, he pulls away from your soft lips. Not too far, but a few centimeters apart so that Jungkook and you can catch your breath. 

“We should take this slow,” he starts, trying to make a reasonable impression now that you’re a guest at his home and finally settled from their long trip. “I really, really want to get to know you. And you’re so beautiful and I really do want to have sex but—” 

“Jungkook, I have not had sex with someone in two years,” you speak with a depraved tone, as if it’s been centuries since you’ve been touched. He can’t help but throw his head back and laugh, “a night full of sex sounds like the best last-minute present ever.” 

You bring his hand over to your core, the shiny glassy material of your gown doing nothing to hide the glimpses of pleasure you’re minutes away from experiencing. You whine desperately at the thought, and Jungkook’s a goner. 

“Well, I guess I’m about to pull a Christmas miracle,” he murmurs against your lips, ready to work his magic. 

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