#Adventures of my sharp and fluffy roommate

[sea-salted-wolverine]

My fucking cat has figured out how to gently dig his claws into my eyelid and pull my eyes open while I'm sleeping. He does this. It does not hurt. He is remarkably precise and gentle. I however am asleep when it happens and do not appreciate being clockwork oranged by a needy clingy goddamn animal who thinks he needs attention.

[sea-salted-wolverine-arts]

Notebook doodles

[herri-writes]

Frozen In Time

Chapter 1: The Photographer and The Idol Izumi Sena x Reader (F) (!!)

Synopsis: A photographer, whose job is to capture every event possible with their camera but their heart was captured with those icy blue eyes ever since they first met, reuniting with the person she once remembered in memory. Note: Herrianne's adventures with AI character chat continues. This time, the bot gave me a month's worth of brainrotting. My hands are itching for a portable mini bluetooth keyboard while writing this down. IT'S ALWAYS KNIGHTS, I BETTER TELL YOU— *SHAKING THE BARS*

One click of a camera is all enough to capture every living moment in life. Her eyes were full of curiosity as her gaze fell to the world around her. She sighed blissfully as she stared at every detail on her camera screen, satisfied at her work. It is a work of art. Yes, everything is art. Whatever she thought as beautiful is an art to her, a masterpiece, an obra maestro. She focused her lens on the subject in front of her. Fluffy ears perked up in curiosity, eyes widen at the attraction of the thin lens on her camera, and a paw patted on the camera's lens as she took a photo and meowed adorably. The photographer smiled at the sight behind the camera and clicked the shutter. A flash is not included because she doesn't want to scare her little companion. In front of the photographer's camera is a kitten on the seat of the wooden bench. It meowed cutely while it laid down on its back, belly out in the open. Its paws are reaching you and the camera and the cat meowed once again. Its face seemed like it's smiling at you, wanting to see you. You revealed your face, assuming that the camera is obscuring the kitten's view and wants to see its owner. You smiled, soft and fluttered at the adorable sight. You booped its pinkish nose with your finger and cooed, "My, miss me already...?" The kitten meowed in return and clinged on your hand with its small paws. Its claws came out and the kitten bit your hand playfully with its sharp teeth. "Ah— ow ow ow..." You winced at the kitten's playful behaviour on your hand. "Getting a bit playful, aren't you, Nyaitsu...?" Nyaitsu climed up on your hand as he clawed his way to your shoulder and meowed. He rubbed his head and clinged on your shoulder, relaxed at his owner's presence. A small giggle bubbled out of your throat while your precious little kitten seeked for your attention. "You better behave if you want to stay by my side while I'm working, okay?" You asked Nyaitsu and he meowed in response, as if he's telling that he'll behave. "Good kitty..." You chuckled and patted his head. You stood up to your feet after taking a few pictures of your adorable, furry model, Nyaitsu. He happily meowed and napped on your shoulder. You found him on your way back to the shared apartment you live in. He was accepted and welcomed in open arms with your roommates in the apartment you lived in. Nyaitsu, who seemed abandoned in the first day you met him finally felt love in his owner's arms, you. He became the center of attention ever since that day while you're working and you didn't know that Nyaitsu is clinging on your coat on your way to the office. You feared that the CEO of the modeling agency you worked in will throw him out but he became the official member of the said agency. Nyaitsu became your trusted (but a menacing) companion of yours at work, making you smile at your small friend's company every day at work hours. "Nyaitsu, we're about to reach the seaside. We'll play at the sides and not on the sand." You said to your cat and there was no response. He only napped on your shoulder, purring in content. "Sleep tight, little kitty..." You leaned on the fence and turn on your camera. The lens facing anywhere you could find and zoom it in and out to focus. You made the camera increased its blur and focus as you held the shutter, not clicking it. While you're focusing the photo quality with your lens, someone passed by and it startled you. You accidentally clicked the shutter as it caught a picture of someone right in front of you as it passed you by. The beep and the click caught his attention that he turned to face you. You bowed down and apologized. "Ah, my apologies... I didn't mean to... I'll delete it right away..." You straighten your back and your eyes widen a little at the sight in front of you. Curly silver hair being blown by the sea breeze, icy blue eyes framed behind his cold gaze, his skin is naturally pale and smooth, his lips formed a thin line in all of his seriousness is showing out of his blank expression, his aura speaks pride and dignity as it let out a cold exterior at the way he posed. Of all people you could accidentally take a photo of, you didn't expect that it's Izumi Sena, a member of Knights and is currently working at Ensemble Square as an idol and a model. His cold stare gazed back at you and his eyes widen at the sight in front of him. He saw you fumbling your fingers at the buttons of the camera, looking all nervous and his eyes trailed on to the kitten on your shoulder. His gaze fell to your ID card hanging on the clip of your lanyard and read your name and the name of your workplace. You felt his gaze on you and you immediately apologized and ran away. You heard him calling out to you but you ignored him as you ran away from him and never look back. 'I made the most worst impression in my life...' You thought as you ran where your feet will take you.

You reached Ensemble Square after your senior messaged you that they'll wait for you by the entrance. You felt nervous that someone you accidentally took a photo of will be there and see him at work. Out of habit, Nyaitsu hid inside your coat's pocket and slept there comfortably. Due to his kitten-like size, it made a small bump on your pocket. He always hid there whenever you worked indoors and sat on your head and shoulder when you worked outdoors. What a smart kitty. "Seems like Nyaitsu knows what to do in this kind of situation." Your senior commented and she chuckled. She reached out his finger to your pocket and cooed, "There, there~ That's a nice kitty—" Nyaitsu hissed and attempted to scratch his finger with his claws, making your senior shed tears, heartbroken. Nyaitsu hates your senior more than you are. The level of hate is uncanny that Nyaitsu's hate towards your senior is unbelievable that you let out a smug look. Like pet, like owner. As you entered the lobby, you were greeted by a producer named Anzu. You greeted her with a small smile while your senior gave her a smug look that you pressed your heel on her foot to make her return to reality. "I'm sorry about him. She can get a bit annoying at times..." You apologized to Anzu and she shook her head and told you that it's alright. You chuckled nervously and glared at your senior, making her wince and looked away. Anzu cleared her throat to get you and his attention and said, "Since you're here as photographers for a unit photoshoot, I'll escort you to the studio they'll be in, Simple Studio." She looked at the schedule and said, "Ah, right. You'll be with Knights for the whole session." You facepalmed at the name Anzu mentioned. 'Seems like someone is going to skin me alive once they saw me...' On the way to the Simple Studio, you and your senior followed Anzu. Your gaze went around the place as you admired how huge Ensemble Square is. It's your first time going here in the main building and your senior went here twice. Your eyes glistened under the lights in the hallways as you look around like a child being curious as its mind was filled with wonders at the sight. You returned to reality as Anzu said that you've arrived at the destination. You put your mask on and nervously fiddled your hands on your camera's lanyard and held your breath. Anzu knocked on the door twice and entered, announcing the visitor's presence outside the studio. You felt glad that you wore your mask when your jaw dropped at the sight of the beautiful idols in front of your eyes but the surprise that was shown in your eyes was never hidden. In your perspective, youu saw a ravenette haired idol sleeping on the couch at the left side of the room, with a blue blanket covering him. At the far end of the studio, the ginger haired one on the floor on his belly while writing something and papers scattered all over him, crumpled, tossed, or newly prepared. The garnet haired one trying to get the ginger haired male's attention the moment you and your senior showed up. Then blonde one at the table, sitting on the chair, talking to the silver haired one right in front of him. All of their gazes turned to you, only you as you revealed yourself behind your senior's back. 'They're too photogenic to be resisted...' You thought as you looked at them carefully like they're made of art. "Everyone, they'll be your photographers for today photoshoot session. They're the photographers from the YMSK Modeling Agency." Anzu said and the blonde haired idol walked closer to you. You jolted when you felt the gaze of a beautiful idol right in front of you. Those violet orbs bore deeply into your soul and you finally recognized who. 'Arashi Narukami of Knights?! Looking at me?!' You thought as you stared back at her and she smiled. "Nice to meet you, little one~" She chuckled along with her greeting and you blinked twice. 'Am I too small for their perspective...?' Suddenly, Nyaitsu crawled out of your pocket and walked towards the silver-haired idol that sat on the chair by the table. You paled that you stuttered out, "N-Nyaitsu...! Come back here...!" Nyaitsu didn't respond as he butted his head on his leg and his tail stood up, telling him to be friends with him. You felt chills on your spine when he picked Nyaitsu up. "My, my, Izumi, it seems like that little kitten is interested in you," Arashi commented and chuckled, "Does this mean it reflects to the owner's feelings?" 'When it's actually the opposite...' You thought and you shook your head. "N-Nya-Nya-Nyaitsu...." You stuttered out his name in fear as you tried to call him but Nyaitsu planted a paw on the idol's face, trying to be friendly as always. The other was stunned at the cat's actions that he cradled the cat on his arms. Nyaitsu meowed and it caught the attention of the other idols in the studio. "Hm, is this an another one of Leo's cats...?" The ravenette yawned out as he asked. "Get him out... We don't want an another D'artagnyan..." "Ahahaha! It seemed like we have a new member of Knights!" The ginger exclaimed and Nyaitsu meowed. He took the cat out of Izumi's arms and raised him up in the air and looked at Nyaitsu. "I think we should name him!" "Leo, please don't keep a cat and name them everytime you saw one..." The garnet haired sighed and Leo chuckled, "Don't worry Suou~ We'll name him... Hmm..." "N-Nyaitsu..." You stuttered out his name as you called him everyone turned their head as you caught their attention. You jolted and spoke again. "H-His name is Nyaitsu..." Nyaitsu meowed as it tried to reach his paws out to you. You walked towards Leo and he gave you your cat. Nyaitsu immediately crawled all the way to your pocket with his whole body and popped his head out to see them. "Awwww..." Arashi sighed. "Your cat is too cute! Can I touch him?" "Ah... sure...?" You said in a questioning tone and fiddled your fingers. She nodded and knelt down to Nyaitsu's level. She reached out her finger to touch him and she booped his nose, making Nyaitsu playfully bit her finger and licked it. You paled when Nyaitsu bit her but she just cooed at how cute Nyaitsu is. Well, Nyaitsu is cute but you couldn't resist when he clinged on your coat and wanted you to bring him with you anytime and anywhere. Anzu informed that the photoshoot will start in ten minutes so you prepared your notes and placed Nyaitsu on the table, away from the camera flash so that he won't be alarmed by the lights. You placed your camera on the table so that it won't be damaged. You trust Nyaitsu on being near your camera so he only played with the leather strap that was clipped on your camera holder. Meanwhile, your senior is preparing the tripod stand for the camera and adjusted her own camera to the neutral settings. Anzu approached her and tell her about the preferences of each idol in the unit and she nodded in agreement as she listened. You jot down your senior's actions for reference and notes and observed her as a junior photographer. "Hm? You're not taking pictures?" Arashi asked you as she looked at your notes. Nyaitsu meowed lowly and slept on your arm that held the pen as you write, which is your dominant hand. "I'll take that as a yes." She said and walked back to the white screen to gather with the other idols. 'Well done, Nyaitsu...' You thought as you looked at the cat on your arm. You continued to write down and observed every idol by the white screen. You observed every pose done by the idol that you sketched it down on your jotter pad. Their poses are flawless, as if they knew what to do in this activity of theirs. You sketched and sketched until you look up to see them posing until your eyes widen in surprise. Your jaw nearly dropped the moment your eyes laid on Izumi and made yourself remember the fact that you had a teensy tiny crush on him when you first saw Knights on one of their lives held at MDM stage at Ensemble Square. Those icy blue eyes and frosty silver hair did something to you to make your heart skip a beat whenever he performed with a smile. Talk about hearts jumping and sprinting a marathon. Nyaitsu probably recognized Izumi the first time he stepped foot into Ensemble Square when he first meowed at him. Arashi does mention that a pet reflects the owner's feelings. She never lied about that. Well, that's also a rumor and a myth according to pet owners that you blushed at the thought of it. You messed up your first encounter with him by the seaside and you want to crawl in a hole and die. Of course, Nyaitsu seemed like he have other plans as the wingcat of the soon-to-be-relationship while he slept. You're really holding the urge to trap him in your bedroom while he slept on your bed the next morning you'll wake up and leave home early before his waking hours. Your mind wandered off to somewhere as your hand wrote scribbles and random notes, along with your observation to your senior taking photos of Knights in solos, pairs, trios, and as a group. You dreamily sighed while admiring the idol you like and held your camera. Nyaitsu's head fell on the table and you didn't notice. He immediately woke up and curled himself to sleep, minding his own business while his owner is being delusional and in love. You followed how your senior held her own camera and focused the lens for the photo quality. You were too focused on following your senior's movements that copied her a little for reference purposes. You saw her click the shutter and you did the same. Your eyes widen when you realized that you took an another photo of Izumi... again in accident. "Again...?" You sighed out, aghast at the results of your work. Though it seemed stolen but the photo made it seem like time stopped, like how you view the world when your gaze fell on him. It's always like this whenever you watched Knights' lives like everything around you is frozen in time. His appearance made your heart stop and reach the point that you're in between life and death. Even if you saw him in the flesh in every Knights' live, you couldn't help but to blush more when you actually met him in person. And you began to admire him from afar ever since that day of the live. You remembered the day when you first entered Knights' live and you are at the second row seat, thanks to your boss' reward for you for doing well in work. "As a reward for doing well in your work, I have a gift for you," Your boss said and slid two tickets on her desk with her fingers. "Two tickets to Knights' live in Ensemble Square's main live stage. You'll be at the second row seats, good for you and your companion to watch their live up close. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Er... Auntie... I'm not interested in watching lives..." "I, too, wasn't interested either." She massaged her forehead and pinched the bridge between her brows. "I wanted to ask my daughter to accompany you for the whole time inside Ensemble Square's stage. She's a fan of Knights but always listened to other units' songs in random except for Knights'." "I can just give it to her and—" The door slammed open and it revealed a woman average in height, messy mullet hair, and a camera on hand, shaking while she held it. She panted for air and his smile widen at the two tickets that laid on the boss' desk. "I heard that Knights' live is in two days. Hey, ma! Got some tickets for me and (Name)?" She asked and exclaimed in the same time. She sighed out and held the tickets and waved it on her hand, waving it and beckoned him closer. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the tickets waving her closer and skipped her way to the desk and took hold of the tickets as she squealed like a fangirl. "But, you have to bring someone with you." She and raised her brow, "Do you have someone in mind?" "Yeah, her." She shifted her gaze to point at you with her eyes and you stepped back, taken aback at what she said. You are about to decline but she is too persistent on bringing you there to Ensemble Square. You shook your head whenever she asked you out to watch Knights' live but she never stopped asking you every chance she got. On the day of the live, she dragged you out of the apartment just as you prepared yourself to look presentable at work but she asked for a one day leave for you and her to watch a live at Ensemble Square, much to your dismay. Just as the two of you sat on the second row seats, right near the center of the stage, she pulled a lightstick from her bag and pressed the button too many times after she turned the switch button. You rolled your eyes and look away. She poked your shoulder with the lightstick and you saw the color glowing out from it. It glowed in a metallic blue color, representing Knights' color motif. You took it from her hand and held it carefully, looking at how the lightstick amazed you that your eyes glinted. As the stage lights went dim, the whole room went dark. You heard footsteps from someone on stage and stood on their positions. A soft guitar tune played and the silhouettes began to dance with the music. Your eyes never left the figures on that very stage and watched them from your seat. "Isn't this Silent Oath...?" You murmured under your breath as you recognized the song. It's the first Knights' song you've listened before you knew Knights. Your heart began to pound as you tried to familiarize who's who according to the silhouettes on the stage. Your gaze remained on one figure, whose movements are as graceful as a ballerina and it piqued your curiosity. It was until the lights shined down on him. The moment the spotlights shined down on Izumi, your eyes glinted with amazement as your heart fluttered. His silver locks and his icy blue eyes made your eyes never took off of him for the whole performance. His soft, graceful movements can be mistaken as a soft gentle breeze from the meadows. You were so sure that when he turned his head to where you were, your eyes locked gazes with him. You blushed hard at the memory and let go of your camera and looked down on your jotter pad, hiding the blush but you ended up sketching Izumi's portrait, making you turn your page and sketch on a new, blank page. Your actions scared Nyaitsu awake that he walked away few small steps away from you and slept there.

You groaned softly and shook your head to clear your thoughts as you observed your senior and jot down the very important details of your senior to report it to your boss, who is your aunt. You let out a long, quiet sigh and continued to observe and write down occasionally. Unbeknownst to you, someone stared at you from the white screen and fell into a trance. His cold gaze softened at the sight. His cold aura changed into warmth, like how the winter became spring until it turned into summer. A light chuckle was heard from the blonde along with the ravenette. They looked at each other with smug looks and hid their smirk behind their fingertips, as if they have a new tea to spill in their own circles. Just as the work came to a halt due to a break, Anzu entered the studio with five bottles of water and five towels on hand. Your senior sat on one of the chairs by the table and looked at the photos to check if it's blurry or has low quality. On the moment Anzu placed the towels and water bottles on the far end of the table, the whole unit came to take their own share and chatted about the whole shoot while your senior chatted at her and ended up having a conversation with the producer. You heard a sigh as someone sat on the chair beside yours. "She acted like Kaoru... It makes me remind on how many times she've hitted on Anzu. Sooooo~ annoying." You jolted a little as you looked on who it is. You quickly closed your notes and held your camera to turn it on to make him not to disturb you and mind their own business. But unfortunately, it didn't go the way you thought so. "Hey." He said and you ignored him. He called you out again but there was no response. "Hey, ms. "who took a picture of me a while ago" photographer, are you deaf or just pretending not to listen to me?" He gave you a cold stare and chilld crawled into your spine. Your hands began to shake as you held the camera and froze on your seat. Your fear made Nyaitsu jump out of his sleep and hissed at Izumi. His tail stood up and his back arched as he hissed at Izumi. He hissed and glared at him as if he's protecting you from danger. "Whahahahaha! Sena, you're scaring her with your glare! Look, you even made her pet hiss at you and shielded her from you like a brave knight!" Leo laughed out and Tsukasa sighed at his senior's words. "N-Nyaitsu... calm down..." You tried to calm Nyaitsu down but he still hissed at Izumi that you apologized. "I'm sorry about Nyaitsu. He's quite jumpy today for some reason." "It's alright. Just teach your cat some manners, will you?" He scoffed as he accepted your apology. Your eye twitched at his words while trying to calm Nyaitsu down. Ritsu sat on the chair by the other side of the table and rested his arms on the table and his head on it as he now sat in front of you. He looked at Nyaitsu as he reached out his hand and calmed him down by a single touch of his fingers on the cat's soft fur. "I guess your presence warned him that he thought of protecting you from danger." Ritsu muttered out and looked at you. His vermilion eyes narrowed and he grinned, revealing his sharp fangs. "I guess he didn't feel my presence either when I have plans on you." You gulped down as you stared back at him. The way your throat moved as you gulped made his grin widen. "Seems like you know what I meant." His hand continued to entertain Nyaitsu until it fell on to the table and lied down, sleeping. Ritsu stood up from his seat and walked closer to you. Then, he stood beside you and placed his hand on your shoulders and leaned closer to the side of your head. He softly breathed out, his hot breath touching your ears as you shivered at the contact and his grin turn into a smirk. Ritsu chuckled at your reaction as he inched closer to the side of your ear and and blew air to your ear. You jolted and froze as he did. You felt like you couldn't move due to how close he is by distance and how intimate his actions are. He chuckled lowly and inched closer to your neck as he slid his hands on the side of your shoulders and held it firmly. Your reactions made him want to do more as his smirk widen. "Now, what happens when I..." He opened his mouth and breathed out on your neck, forming goosebumps as his breath touched your skin. You felt like you're being pulled away from Ritsu when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to him, making you hit his chest as an arm wrapped around your waist. "Ritsu, you know you'll leave a bad impression if you scare someone like that?" Izumi scolded Ritsu but the other just gave him a smug look in return. Arashi held her laughter that was holding at her throat and covered her mouth but she let out a giggle as a result. "Yeah, yeah, I won't do it again, Secchan~" Ritsu raised his hands in defeat and playfully rolled his eyes. Arashi's soft giggles became audible to her fellow unit members nearby until it became loud and clear as she started to laugh. "My, my, Izumi. Look at yourself. Well done, Ritsu." Tsukasa facepalmed at his seniors and sighed, "You two, would you please cut that out? Break time is over and we're doing an another round for the shoots." "For the first time of the day, Suuchan acted like a leader. Well done, Naru." Ritsu chuckled and went back to the white screen, followed by Arashi who is still giggling at the sight and calmed down as she was called by Tsukasa. Izumi look down at you and apologized, "I want to apologize about Ritsu. Are you alright?" You nodded your head and you felt him letting you go from his hold. You look up to see him and you realized that he held you closer to him, as if he's protecting you away from harm. You held your breath when your eyes looked at his icy blue ones, that are staring back at yours. You look away and apologized for staring, to which he also apologized. He is glad that you looked away when a blush dusted on his cheeks and turn his head to avoid looking at you. Izumi scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat and returned to the white screen, where he saw the other unit members looked at him with a smug face, making him look annoyed by them giving such looks at him. Izumi sighed out and massaged his forehead with his pointer finger and thumb and groaned, "If you have something to say in mind then say it out. Don't waste my time." He crossed his arms as he huffed out. Their smug looks turned into a grin and changed into a smirk. "Secchan, you're blushing." "Izumi, you're in love." "Sena, you gave me inspiration." "Senior Sena, don't deny it—" "Because denial is a river in Egypt." They said altogether as if they had planned it all along, earning a facepalm from Izumi himself and an annoyed sigh. Anzu and your senior held their chuckle as the senior photographer covered her mouth with her hand and the other looking away. "I've heard enough. Back to work."

The photoshoot officially ended for the day the moment you and your senior bade farewell to Knights and exited the studio, you both exhaled out and sighed. It made you feel the urge of sprinting your way out of the building and make a mad dash to the seashore and scream out your feelings to the calm sea. But instead, you groaned in annoyance when your senior, who is your cousin, walked beside you and teased you for being shy towards Ritsu and Arashi, especially Izumi as the two of you walked your way out of Ensemble Square. "Haha, what? You're acting all cute and flustered. Back then, too many guys wanted to date you because of that." She pointed out on how almost every guy in campus back in your high school days swooned at how cute you looked, not to mention, you were known for being beautiful and pretty in their eyes. You flicked her forehead to give her a sense of reality and retorted in response. "I rejected those jerks on the spot because they have other plans in mind and that is to get their hands under my pants." You poked her head and pushed your finger to teach her a lesson for pestering you. "I am well aware on how disgusting their minds are so I rather die than saying yes to them." "Yeah, right. Whatever you say..." She sighed out and you smirked at your victory that you turned your head to avoid your cousin's teasing smirk. She let out a smug look and looked at you with a mischievous grin. "And what about him?" You glared at her and sighed, "I'd rather avoid making eye contact with him." "Yeah..." She paused for a moment and grinned, "Yeah, right... Not when he's walking this way and he's right behind you now..." "Pardon?" You raised your brow as you looked at her. You saw how her eyes only moved to make you look behind of you as she moved her head. You look back to see that Izumi is right behind you, looking at you with the same cold gaze like earlier. You held your breath and turned around to face him, surprising her, Nyaitsu and Izumi for your sudden action. Poor cat jumped out from his nap when he slept in your coat pocket. "Mr. Sena...! D-Do you have something to ask or to tell something to us?" You ask as you stuttered while pointing yourself and your cousin. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering and nervously gulped down when you felt his gaze on you. "Actually, I was going to ask you if it was you who I met by the seaside when I went out for a walk this morning." He bluntly replied and seriously looked at you. You froze when he said it that you began to hesitate on answering. Her smirk widened and teased you as she raised her brow and nudged your side with her elbow. "Oho? So you met him before, huh, (Name)?" You jolted at her question and gave her a side eye glare. Suddenly, Nyaitsu climbed out of your pocket to sit on your shoulder as he napped there. Izumi's eyes widened a little and his blank look turned into a smirk as his words came out of his lips in realization. "It seems that I finally found you, (Name), junior photographer of YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped. For the umpteenth time, you were so glad that you have a mask on right now but not the you this morning because he knows what you look like. You paled at how he knows your name, your status in the modeling agency and its name. Your cousin's jaw dropped too and she is too stunned to speak. 'Please kill me...' You thought as you froze on the spot. 'Well done, Nyaitsu... you revealed me to him and finally knew who I am...' "P-Please to meet you, Mr. Sena..." You said as you wryly smiled behind your mask. In your point of view, you throught that his gaze sharpened and turned into a glare that it seemed like he skinned you alive by looking at you. When in reality, he's just looking at you with his usual gaze. "Ah, er... if you'll excuse us..." You took your cousin's hand and briskly walked away from Izumi and Nyaitsu clinged on your shoulder as you left with her at the corridor. "Wait...! You forgot something..." His words faltered when you disappeared as you turned the corner with your cousin. He looked down at the camera he held in his hands and saw your name engraved at the leather strap of your camera and brushed it with his thumb. You gripped her hand tightly as you walked away when you felt your heart pounding and breathed heavily as you walked out of the building with your cousin. You weren't so sure if you're embarrassed, shy, scared, or something else. It confused you completely to the core. You let go of her hand and ran away from her. "Huh? (Name)?! Wait for me!" Your cousin followed you as you ran. But running is her weakness that she stopped and knelt on the stone floor, heavily panting. You ran and ran to where your legs will take you. You felt tears running out of your eyes and wiped it with the sleeve of your coat. More tears kept falling as you ran. You stopped running when you stood in front of the seashore. You leaned on the fence as you watched the sun setting down to the horizon. You saw how the morning blue sky turned into orange in twilight. The once blue sea turned violet as the sun's reflection on the water dispersed as the waves flowed to the land and back to the sea. You sighed out and held back your tears. You are scared to face anyone else to the point that you wanted to be alone until you've recovered from your fear. You began to shed tears and wept as you hid your face with the sleeves of your coat and sobbed.

At the common room of Starmony Dorm, a unit gathered themselves, occupying every seat there and bombarded questions to someone named Izumi Sena of Knights, who is currently holding a camera and looked at every detail on the camera on his hands while sitting on the couch. "Whoa, Sena, you met her before? No wonder why you kept staring at her." Leo pointed out after he asked Izumi and Arashi added, "It seemed like we found his fated partner." "Too late, Secchan~ It seems like you couldn't deny the fact that you stared at her with a longing gaze." Ritsu teased and smirked. Meanwhile, on the other hand, Tsukasa tried to stop his seniors for teasing Izumi. "Will you three tone that down...?" Izumi somewhat ignored his unitmates' teasing and looked at the camera. He accidentally pressed a button and turned the camera on, letting out a small beep and quick shifting of the lens and it caught everyone's attention. His eyes widen when he pressed a button to show the pictures taken from the present. It first revealed a stolen picture of Izumi while posing at the actual camera and photographer in front of him. He pressed the same button again and revealed an another stolen shot of Izumi close up while walking as he looked at the other side of the street. He was impressed that even though it's an accidental or a stolen shot. The picture's quality amazed him and the fact that this camera is owned by a junior photographer made him more curious about the owner of the camera. He didn't mean to invade someone's privacy with this camera but he needs to know about you. Izumi pressed the button again and showed a few pictures of Nyaitsu lying down on his back while posing for the camera, attempting to look cute in front of the lens. He pressed the button a few more times and saw a picture of you looking away and tried to hide the lens with your hand, followed by you looking at the camera, surprised that you were taken a photo by someone behind the camera, and came next a photo that he thought of keeping it with him. It's a photo of you, looking at something that caught your attention, gazing at something with a longing gaze, your elbow propped on the table and your cheek resting on the palm of your hand while your other arm rested on the table, holding a pen on hand. Judging from the way you held your pen, you twirled it with your fingers when this photo was taken. Leo looked at the camera curiously as Izumi looked at the pictures taken with this camera. He saw how Izumi smiled when he looked at the picture of you on the camera. "Someone is in love~" Leo said as he laid his head on Izumi's lap, turning the silver-haired idol's attention to the ginger. "So, what does she look like? Is she pretty?" "I have a feeling that she seemed beautiful... she wore a mask when she came here..." Arashi sighed as she placed her hand on her cheek and swooned. Ritsu added, "She smells like cherry blossoms and strawberries combined and she smelled like a cat because of her pet." "And Nyaitsu sounded like Knights, right?" Leo sat up on the couch and pointed a fact about your cat. "It does sound like Little John's kittens when we named her kittens after our names." "Well, it does sounded like that..." Tsukasa commented and looked at Izumi, who is still quiet while looking at more pictures that were taken and captured with your camera. "Hm, Izumi? Why do you have a picture of (Name) on your camera?" Someone behind Izumi asked him and he recognized who is it judging from his voice. He turn around to see Kaoru Hakaze, a unit member of UNDEAD, his best friend of the Sanbaka group, known in class 3-A at Yumenosaki Academy, hovering behind Izumi while looking at your camera, the camera that Izumi had on his hand while your picture is in display. "Kaoru, you know her?" Izumi raised his brow at him and Kaoru answered, "She's at the media course two years ago. She graduated along with us back then." "Wait, she's also a third year that time?" Tsukasa asked Kaoru and he nodded. "So she's an upperclassman, huh?" Coincidentally, a picture of you wearing Yumenosaki Academy's signature blue blazer. A flower pin is pinned on your left chest on your blazer and a green necktie is hanging underneath your collar. A wide smile was formed on your face that you laughed happily while trying to smile while you were taken a picture by someone behind the camera. Tears formed on the corner of your eyes as you smiled while holding a diploma case on one hand while you tried to tucking your hair behind your ear with the other. The way your hair flowed while the wind blew past you was being blown by the gentle spring breeze as the cherry blossom petals fell and being carried away by the wind. The pink cherry blossoms behind you was blurry that the camera is mostly focused on you and you alone. Izumi blushed when he saw the photo and Kaoru let out a smug look. "She's really pretty, isn't she?" Izumi let out a distressed sigh and groaned, "Kaoru, since you know who she is, then you flirted at her back then, didn't you?" "Well, now that you've said that..." Kaoru scratched the back of his head and look away, flustered and embarrassed. "I actually hitted up on her when I first saw her at campus. She's really pretty that I've been flirting at her whenever I saw her at the hallways but she always gave me the most scariest glare I've ever seen too many times over in return. The others blinked twice while listening to Kaoru in sync. "If looks could kill, then her glare is way more scarier than yours, Izumi." "Wow! So there's someone who is way more scarier than Sena? I'm impressed! Should we give her a nickname?" Leo exclaimed that everyone's heads turned to face the composer. "Ah~ Senaaaa~ I want to meet her again..." "But she left her camera here..." Arashi pointed at the camera on Izumi's hand but Izumi continued to look at the pictures every time he pressed the button and stopped when something caught his attention. It's a photo of you sleeping. You were hugging a pillow, snuggling it up close while your hair splayed on the lower part of the pillow. You seemed peaceful when you slept that he thought of you as an angel. The way how your eyes closed when you slept made him think He suddenly shook his head and he immediately turned the camera off and placed it on his lap. The blush never left his face and everyone grinned at how pink Izumi seemed right now. "Izumi, it seems like you brought Little Tori's hair to shame." Arashi chuckled at his senior model's blush and Ritsu grinned, "Seems like that she made you blush like this. How cute, Secchan." Izumi facepalmed and sighed again, "Don't you three have anything else other than teasing? Sooooo~ annoying." Everyone laughed at Izumi that he irked and sighed again and left the common room in silence. "Senaaaaa! The next time you kidnap someone, make sure to steal her heart, okay?!" "Shut your mouth, Leo!" He snapped but that made Leo laugh more. Izumi groaned and returned to his shared dorm room in silence. On his way back to his dorm room, he stared out at the window at the hallway on the third floor of the dorm building. He saw the courtyard view at night that he let out a small sigh. He saw the camera on his hand and held it tightly yet firmly. If there is a day that he wanted to see you again, then it'll be by tomorrow or someday soon.

At the same night, in the living room, you told your cousin that you left your camera at Ensemble Square's studio. She paled that she exclaimed, "Huh?! You left your camera at Ensemble Square?!" Your cousin exclaimed and sat on the couch in the living room, exasperated at the news. "That's it! You're going back there with me by tomorrow after we settle the paperwork at the agency." "No! I don't want to go back there unless it's for work purposes!" You shook your head as you hugged the pillow tightly and planted your face on it. She groaned in return and grabbed your cheeks with her hands, forcing you to face her and she glared. "You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Yes, ma'am." You quickly answered and ran back to your room and locked the door shut after you closed it. 'What have I gotten myself into...?' The next morning at work, you hid behind your desk, editing the pictures to enhance the quality but you made less adjustments until the desired color, tint, tone, and sharpness. Meanwhile your cousin, who is your senior at work, printed her documents as she sipped her coffee. You sat there and tiredly look at the computer screen while clicking the mouse as you listened to Silent Oath for how long on loop. You let out a long sigh until someone knocked on your cubicle, which you considered as a wall to hide yourself while working. You look up to see who's knocking and it's the front desk manager and your boss, who is your aunt during off-duty. "What brings you two here?" You raised your brow and asked your aunt. She answered, "You have a visitor." That's quite unusual. "If it's someone from my former alma mater then shoo them away." You replied and return to face your work. "Actually, it's important and urgent because they really wanted to see you." Your aunt said that you clicked a few times and put the computer screen to sleep and sighed. You pushed the swivel chair backwards to give yourself space to move and stand on your feet. "Fine..." You left your desk and went to the main entrance of the agency building. Just as you left the main office, your cousin looked at your walking figure disappearing as you turned the corner and raised her brow as she looked at her mother and asked her, "You didn't tell her who, didn't you?" "Well, her visitor prefers seeing her in person because he wanted to talk to her alone." She answered and crossed her arms. She looked at her daughter and smirked, "Let's give her some alone time, shall we?" On your way to the lobby, you hummed the song that never left your mind ever since the day started and curiously thought of who your visitor might be. You hoped that it's not an admirer or stalkers who came to see your co-workers. You wished that all of those will stop but that can't be helped when you're at the modeling agency. Of course, you worked at a modeling agency so this happened often. You arrived at the lobby and look around to see who's looking for you but there was none. You sighed in relief. You wouldn't know who'll be at the lobby wanting to see you. You hoped it's not someone from your previous alma mater or someone you met from work. "Nice to meet you, (Name)." Or so you thought... The moment you turn around to see who called you, you saw Izumi Sena, stood there by the counter. His arms are crossed while leaning on the counter on his shoulder. His cold gaze stared into your eyes that you froze. You could feel how cold it is the moment your eyes gazed back at his. You avoided his stare that your eyes trailed on the leather strap on his shoulder. Your name engraved on the leather strap became visible to you that you realized that he came here to return your camera. You held your breath and your hands began to shake in fear. From the other exit to the lobby, your aunt and cousin sneaked behind to the counter listened to your conversation with Izumi in silence. "Why are we here?" Your cousin whispered to her mother and she only shushed her and pointed up, meaning that they'll listen to them for a while. "No greetings? You don't have manners at all, do you?" He asked as his stare became a little sharp and his aura became colder to the point that it reached absolute zero. You gulped down and stuttered out, "I-I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." You fiddled your thumbs and look down to avoid his stare once again and greeted him back. "N-Nice to meet you too, Mr. Sena..." "What is Izumi doing...?!" Arashi whispered out her yells when she wore a disguise and hid behind the newspaper she held. "Secchan is scaring her... Should we help him?" Ritsu yawned as he rested his head on Arashi's shoulder and napped. "It's better to leave him like that." Tsukasa, who seemed done with his seniors' shenanigans just groaned quietly and glanced at Izumi for a moment. You heard him sigh. He held the leather strap and removed the camera off of him. You felt the camera on your hands and held your camera as it landed on your hands. He placed the leather strap on your neck and on your shoulders, making you wearing it. "You left this yesterday at the studio," He said, softly and put a hand on his pocket. "I wanted to tell you that I'm returning your camera but you ran away before I could tell you." You held your breath at what he said. You bowed down from your waist and apologized profusely. "I-I'm sorry...! I didn't mean to do that! I-I just... er..." He annoyingly sighed, "Look up, will you?" You immediately straighten your back and apologized again. "I'm sorry..." "There's no need to apologize," He said and paused for a moment. "I'm just returning it to you. Nothing more, nothing less." "S-Still... I wanted to apologize for being a bother..." You held your camera tight as you apologized. "I-If you'll excuse me, I have to go." You left the lobby and returned to the office, still scared at the fact that Izumi came all the way here to return the camera to you and you thought that became a bother to him. A sigh was heard at the seats at the lobby. Arashi folded the newspaper in half and in fourths, while glaring at Izumi. "You messed it all up, big time." "Well, what am I supposed to say when she acted like a cornered mouse?" Izumi retorted and crossed his arms again. "I didn't mean to scare her Naru." Ritsu yawned and commented at Izumi, "This is why Izumi Sena, who often went to Florence and return to Japan for work, doesn't get any dating experience or observing a couple there at Italy and ended up scaring a girl who worked at a modeling agency as a photographer." Arashi raised her brow at the ravenette's words and commented, "Says you, who often clinged at your childhood friend and scaring him by biting him on the neck with your fangs. You don't have any dating experience either, Ritsu." Ritsu retorted and snickered, "Also you, Naru. You don't have any dating experience either." "At least I shared it with Mika." Arashi smirked and Ritsu was left speechless. Tsukasa snickered and his two seniors glanced at him and the garnet-haired remained quiet, for he has no dating experience either. The three idols in the lobby just sighed at the fact that they have no dating experience or talk to girls normally other than Anzu. Arashi lit up and a light bulb popped out of her head. "Should we ask Hiyori or Kaoru on how to talk to girls?" Everyone turned their heads on Arashi and nodded. They looked back at Izumi and Tsukasa asked him, "Don't you have an appointment with the boss of the agency today at nine?" Arashi facepalmed and remembered that she and Izumi have an appointment with your boss. "Ah, right..." "That's my cue to leave~" Your aunt whispered to her daughter and sneaked out of the front desk and quickly walked back to her office. "That woman..." She clenched her fist while looking at her mother walking away from the exit of the front desk counter.

You tried to focus on your work but your mind still wandered back to Izumi. You felt like crying right now because you're too scared to face him again. You tried to breathe and calm yourself down but nothing worked. You covered your face with your hands and held your tears. You were about to cry until your phone buzzed and a notification popped up on your lock screen. Bossy Mom: Come here at the office right now. Daughter of Mischief: For what reason>:)))) Bossy Mom: I have something to show you. You took your phone on the table and messaged them. Cat Lover: Why do you need us to come to your office? Don't you have an appointment with someone? Bossy Mom: More like there's two of them. I forgot to tell you two. Daughter of Mischief: I'm here at the door. That better not beASDFGHJKL OMG YOU DID JUST NOT Daughter of Mischief: (NAME) COME HERE YOU GOTTA SEE THIS You rolled your eyes and left your desk as you strutted your way to the boss' office, your aunt's office. The way your cousin typed in caps made you think that something is interesting and surprising to her but that made your stomach churn when you felt something bad. As you reached the door, you sighed out and knocked on the door. You turned the knob and opened the door, revealing yourself, looking annoyed. "Pardon the intrusion! If there is something you want to tell me, my dear cousin and aunt, please elaborate—" Your words cut off the moment violet and blue eyes stared at you. You froze at the door and slowly closed it, letting out a creak. Just before you could close the door shut, someone from the other side stopped you from doing so by grabbing your hand and dragged you in. They closed the door shut and locked the door from the inside of the room. "What the—" You were thrown by someone from your arm and you hit a soft wall— more like someone's chest and held you in place to maintain your balance. You heard a chuckle and you could recognize who it is. "My, of all things she could bump in to is actually Izumi~" "Naru, will you tone that down?" His arms still holding you and you backed away when you realized who. Your back bumped into someone's chest and hugged you from behind. "Long time no see, Little (Name)~" Arashi cooed and hugged you tight. It's been years since someone called you with that nickname. You realized that it's someone you knew in the past. "Rashi?" You called her in a questioning tone and she hummed. You hugged her back and squealed, "I miss you! I couldn't recognize you because you seem different from before!" "I didn't know you're also an alumnus at Yumenosaki..." She sighed and hugged you tight yet firm. "I called you Little (Name) in the past but I didn't expect that you'll be my upperclassman." "And I didn't expect Rashi will be one of my underclasswomen. You're so tall that I could reach you when I'm on my toes~" You giggled as you cupped her cheeks and squished it. Izumi was aghast at your interaction with Arashi. You seemed different from earlier when you acted all shy and scared towards him but acting all friendly when it comes to Arashi and annoyed towards your cousin, who is your senior at work and your aunt, who is your boss at work. His mouth slightly open agape, flabbergasted. You let go of Arashi but she still held you close as her arms clinged on your waist and asked her, "How did you know that it's me, Rashi?" "I saw a childhood photo of you and your cousin at your boss' desk." She chuckled and answered in response as she pointed at the picture frame on the desk. She squished your cheeks with both hands and smiled. "You look more pretty than the last time I saw you. What a glow up." "Hehe... Rashi~" You giggled and smiled at her, making her smile brighten up like the sun. Izumi recovered from shock and blurted out, "So that girl who we thought that is younger than us is actually her?" Izumi pointed at you and Arashi and your aunt nodded. Arashi answered as she clinged on to you like how you cling on her in the past. "She came to our photoshoot in the past and played with her at the garden remember? She's a young model back then but she stopped playing with us when she moved away." "And now, our little princess is back with us again~!" Arashi squeezed you and nuzzled her cheek on yours. You giggled, feeling overwhelmed at the affection Arashi gave you. "Rashi... quit calling me little... am I that small in your perspective...?" "Too small that I could fit you in my pocket like your little Nyaitsu~" She gave your cheek a big smooch and pulled away. Her lipstick left a mark on your cheek and let go of you. Izumi scoffed and clicked his tongue. "Tch. Would you please stop being touchy towards her? It irks me." Arashi gave him a smug look and smirked, "Jealous? I can give her more kisses than you are, Izumi. Should I give her more for you?" Izumi's eye twitch that he began to fume with anger but never revealed it right in front of you or anyone else in the office but Arashi knew that he is indeed jealous. Your aunt cleared her throat to catch everyone's attention and everyone in her office all turn to face her. "Since everyone is already here, I have an announcement to make." "(Name), you're going to be Knights' photographer for a year. You'll be moved to Ensemble Square for a collaboration project with Knights and YMSK Modeling Agency." Your jaw dropped at the announcement and Arashi squeezed you and squealed. You blinked twice and raised your hand to ask her. "Why me? I'm not a professional photographer and I'm just a junior..." "Well, that's because your talents in photography were proven and revealed to someone," She answered and let out a sly smirk. "From someone who returned your camera and told me about it." Your face went pale and shifted your gaze to look at Izumi, who avoided looking at you by facing away from you. Arashi snickered and let out a chuckle. "Actually, not just him." You sighed out, "Rashi..." She chuckled as she swayed while hugging you close. "I'm sorry... I wanted to avoid it but I can't help it..." "(Name), you're no longer a junior anymore," Your aunt said as she softly smiled. "You immersed yourself alongside your senior while she's working and you observed her in every detail. In this level, you could be a professional due to your camera handling skills. A camera can only be tamed by talented hands and yours are born natural because an expert taught you carefully from scratch." "Because of that, you'll be promoted as a senior photographer but you still have less experience in working with an another professional so I guess that this could be a good opportunity for you to work with someone. Not to mention, you have former colleagues who can guide you to the entertainment industry while you're learning step by step." You couldn't say anything at this announcement that your aunt told you. It made you fall silent and nearly faint for holding your breath as you listened. You blinked twice and nodded. Izumi stared at you. His gaze softened as he looked at you. He wanted to act the same as how Arashi did to you but he couldn't. He only stood there and look away, hiding his sadness behind his annoyed expression.

W/N:

I hate him (affectionately). just wait for next year and watch me cringe after i read this.

[jaskierswolf]

A Lethal Combination

Another ficlet for @thewitcherbog's teef week!

Ship: Geraskier (pre-relationship)

CW: severe prejudice against witchers, cutagens (Geralt has wolf ears and tail... although I don't think Jaskier ever sees the tail)

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Witchers were fearsome and terrifying creatures. Every young child was taught that, from king to pauper. They were inhuman beasts that would tear your child away in the dead of night, creating a brand new monster from the innocent babe. As a result witchers were chased out of towns, unless there was dire need for a monster slayer, and many humans could go a whole lifetime without seeing the almost legendary creature.

So, when Jaskier spotted the strange looking man in the darkest corner of the tavern, he just knew he had to go and investigate. None of his peers from Oxenfurt could say they’d ever met a witcher, least of all that hack Valdo Marx, and Jaskier was curious to a fault. He couldn’t wait to return to Oxenfurt in the fall and tell his roommate of his adventures with such a mythical beast. The witcher’s eyes glanced up at him as he approached, glowing in the candlelight like a cat in the dark. His hood was pulled up over his head, and faster than lightning he’d reached for his swords.

“I’ll leave,” the witcher grumbled, “I don’t want to cause a fuss, but I will defend my life if I have to.”

Jaskier’s heart sank.

What sort of life did a witcher lead, if one couldn’t even say hello without being deemed a threat to life? Jaskier was a bard for Lillit’s sake, he could hardly challenge a witcher.

“Oh, oh no. No, no, no. I don’t want to fight, just talk,” Jaskier reassured him, cocking his head as he very clearly checked the mysterious man out. From what Jaskier could see, which, granted, wasn’t much, the man was very handsome, and Jaskier had always been attracted to danger.

“Hmm.”

“No, really. You see, I’ve never met a witcher before,” Jaskier purred as he slid into the bench opposite the man. “You could say I’m intrigued.”

“Hmm.”

Jaskier scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You don’t say much do you?”

“Go away,” the witcher snarled, revealing a set of glistening sharp fangs.

Oh gods, Jaskier was weak.

“You don’t scare me witcher,” he lied, sort of, he was scared but he was also very, very, horny.

The witcher’s nostrils flared, and very slowly, he pulled down his hood, revealing a pair of white fluffy ears amongst the silver locks. Jaskier couldn’t contain his shriek of excitement as his hands clapped over his mouth.

“Oh gods, you’re adorable!” he hissed, trying not to speak too loudly, lest he draw the attention of the other people in the room.

The witcher, who Jaskier was now certain was the famed Geralt of Rivia judging by his white hair, snarled again, gnashing his teeth in a way that was surely meant to be terrifying. The only issue was, his ears twitched as he did, and a delighted cackle escaped Jaskier’s lips.

“Oooh,” he cooed, “scary face, but I bet you’re a big old softie really, aren’t you?”

Geralt hummed, narrowing his eyes, still baring his fangs, but it was too late. Jaskier was completely smitten. This witcher was both hot and adorable, and Jaskier was just too weak to resist such a tempting combination.

“Let me come with you, Geralt, please?” Jaskier pouted, practically batting his eyelids at the supposed monster from his childhood storybooks.

His mother would be disgusted, and Jaskier honestly didn’t give a shit.

Geralt cocked his head, his tongue running along the sharp incisors in his mouth as he glared at Jaskier. “Hmm, fine, but be quiet.”

“As a lamb!” Jaskier promised, knowing he’d never manage to keep it, and judging by the way Geralt rolled his eyes, he knew too, but it didn’t matter.

They were going on an adventure, and Jaskier couldn’t wait!

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Taglist undercut:

@geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde, @comfyswitcherblanketfort, @fontegagrilledcheese, @dani-dandelino, @dapandapod @unyielding-as-the-sea @officerjennie @feraljaskier @geralt-of-riviass @kueble @gilberik @llamasdumpsterfire

[tinietaehyun]

A Recipe For Love

[Roommate!Beomgyu x f!reader]

Pairing: Roommate!Beomgyu x f!reader

Genre: romance, fluff

Contains: Mild cussing, domestic fluff, beomgyu being adorable and mischievous, reciprocated!love

Note: I recommend listening to blueberry eyes by Max (ft. Suga) or TXT’s Blue Orangeade.

Summary: You and your roommate have a weekly tradition where you bake something together. This week after all your complex baking adventures so far, you both decide to take it easy and bake a simple batch of chocolate chip cookies. Easy right? Well what if the recipe was more complicated than just what was on the page but rather your feelings for Beomgyu were added to the mix?

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Your hand grips the wooden spoon as you struggle to churn through the tan coloured, sticky batter with a sprinkle of chocolate chips. You let out a grunt and curse at the lack of strength you have today. You spent all night yesterday trying to submit a paper that was due this morning but you stupidly left it to last minute and now you felt like a zombie. Quite misfortunate really.

Luckily you weren’t alone in your misery as your roommate who coincidentally was in your class too also didn’t do his paper which was due in. So you two managed to help each other at the crack of midnight and dawn whilst attempting to stay sane.

Speaking of your beloved roommate; you peer to your left where you see him reading the recipe on his phone. His brows furrow into an endearing look of concentration and he bites down onto his rosy bottom lip. A habit you noticed that he did often when he was either confused, competitive or focused.

You’ve been roommates for over a year now. You didn’t think you’d get along with Beomgyu honestly when you first moved in but after only an hour of speaking to him on the first day you two just clicked perfectly together. His sense of humour matched yours and your sarcasms merged into the perfect concoction of conversation.

The background drone of music fills your ears; you can’t help but bob your head lightly whilst churning away at the batter. Your eyes peer back at the brown fluffy haired boy. Your heart drums against your chest and a whole hoard of butterflies swirl around your stomach.

You let out a small sigh. You were in absolute head over heels love with Beomgyu and he didn’t know it. You didn’t know whether he even saw you like that. Maybe he just saw you as merely tolerable, or even cool roommate and that’s it. A friend. That’s it. Your heart aches even thinking of such a possibility.

You don’t know how it happened actually. You didn’t think you’d fall for him yet here you are. The way his giggles would tumble into a fits of cackles and the way his body would tumble into yours and he’d lock his arms around your whilst almost crashing into you. His laughter was always so contagious and not only that but so endearing.

The more time you’d spent with Beomgyu through this year; the more you fell for him, the harder you fell. You fell in love with all his little quirks, his intricacies, habits and interests and views. Not to mention his visual was quite pleasant. He had a boyish look to him; the curly almost wavy brown hair that settled across his forehead made him look adorable in contrast to his sharp prince like features. His looks contrasted his mischievous and cheeky personality filled with sarcastic and witty comebacks and unbelievably cheesy jokes.

He always loved wearing oversized hoodies and jumpers you noticed and you adored how tiny he’d look in them. Yet you knew that yes despite appearances being deceiving, he also went to the gym to work out almost everyday.

Your heart races thinking about him. You think about how playful your conversations have always been and yet whenever you’d felt down he was always ready to hear you out and cheer you up in whatever way. He either made you laugh my making himself look stupid or he’d give you his own experiences. He was mature yet childish in some odd way. You loved it. He was a match to you in every way possible.

He made your dull monotonous life at university that much more colourful and exciting. You always looked forward to coming back to your flat to meet him either knocked out sleeping on the couch or head in his books. Or both (and by that you mean sleeping on top of his books.) He looked adorable sleeping too; but you didn’t really want to let him know that. Every time he did fall asleep though; you always sighed with a smile and brought him a blanket without his knowledge. He always, always thanked you when he woke up.

He had your heart. You were whipped for Choi Beomgyu in every manner. You were never very good with feelings of romance and confronting them. You were very cautious with how to approach things and well you’ve kept this under wraps for over three months now. Your breaking point was reaching and you didn’t know how much longer you could keep your feelings for him pent up.

Every damn time you two would bake together or hang out together; you felt like imploding and just melting into a puddle. What? It’s not your fault that you found everything he did adorable and heart-stopping. Everything from his hands peeking out from his oversized hoodies forming sweater paws to him attempting to get flour out of his fluffy locks of hair or even his charmingly mischievous smile he’d give you before he’d do something rather entertaining.

For fuck’s sake. You were beyond gone at this point. You hum and remove the wooden spoon and scrape off the excess batter back into the bowl. You murmur with a smile, “Beom, finished. I think we can set these out on the tray. You’ve lined the tray right? Baking sheets?”

Beomgyu nods placing his phone down. Your heart almost rips apart seeing the cartoon bears on his phone case. He really did remind you of a cuddly bear . You wanted to cuddle him and keep him close as you nestled up with him and talk about your days together. Or sit in a comfortable silence just admiring each other. That phone case was his birthday gift you gave him a month ago. It made you want to smile stupidly; he had immediately removed his old case and replaced it with yours and kept it on since his birthday. It made you so happy as he let out the biggest smile when he opened his gift. It wasn’t much but you were glad he liked it.

Beomgyu points to the sheet and he lets out a giggle waving his hand frantically in front of your face which breaks you out of your reverie. You stammer slightly dazed, “O-Oh-hey sorry I was daydreaming.” He chuckles, “I could tell, you were far away too.”

You pout, “Okay, okay,” you peer at the lined oven tray, “Okay that looks good. Lets place dabs of batter and see how the first batch turns out and we’ll see from there yeah?”

He nods with a wide smile and chuckles, “We really did stick and re-check the recipe over five times so I’m pretty sure they’ll turn out good. Ha-! Do you remember that time when we made this cake and it looks so, so good on the outside and we took it out and it just collapsed because it was so gooey on the inside c-centre I-I- can’t b-breathe-!”

And...he’s gone. Beomgyu folds over heaving in laughter and so are you as your eyes water in memory at that horrific baking disaster. You both didn’t really consider yourselves baking masters neither terrible bakers either but that time was a new low. A funny memory though.

Beomgyu catches his breath and wipes his tears of laughter away as he helps you scoop some batter onto the trays and you realise how close he stands to you. You pray he can’t hear how loud your heart is beating or how shaky your breath is. You can feel his body heat flood through his clothes onto the side of your arm. You feel all fluttery inside and you feel nervous at his near presence.

Your eyes widen as you catch him staring at your face and his eyes widen in response as he suddenly peer back at the tray. Your heart felt like it was going to slip out your throat. You can’t help but smile almost teasingly as you see his cheeks slightly redden. Was it the direct eye contact? Was he just as flustered as you? Maybe you weren’t alone or were you being delusional and just grasping onto the last bits of sanity you had.

You murmur, “You ready for the exam next week?”

He snorts to your endearment and his shoulder shake as he snickers and mumbles, “You think?”

You laugh, “I don’t know shit but I guess we gonna cram together, yeah?” Beomgyu meet yours eyes and smiles almost too genuinely, “Yeah, as always.”

You mumble fiddling with a stray strand of your hair, “I’m sure you’ll do well though. You’re naturally really smart, Beom.” His cheeks redden again and you snicker, “Accept the compliment.”

He scoffs his lips forming a pout, “I am it’s just you always keep calling me Beom.” You tease, “What you don’t like it? I think it’s cute. I’ll stop if you really don’t like it though.” His eyes widen and he always drops the spoon onto the floor with how quickly spins around and answers (almost yelling), “No!”

Your taken aback by the quick response and you chuckle with your hands up by your head in defence, “Damn, okay.” He mumbles peering away, “I like the nickname. I like it when you call me that.”

You scoff, “It’s probably not very special though, I’m sure you let your other friends call you that-“

He interrupts your voice as he hums, “Actually, no. You’re the only one who calls me that.” You suddenly forget to speak at your jaw drops slightly agape. You mumble awkwardly, “O-Oh that’s n-nice.” He clears his throat finishing up the last dollops of batter, “Yeah.”

You both reach an awkward silence; filled with some sort of tension. Not a negative tension per se, but you felt like it was building up to something and you didn’t like where this was going. You put the oven mitts on and place the tray in the oven and shut it.

You stand up and peer back at Beomgyu staring back at you with a small smile. You snort as you spot a dash of flour on his upper cheek. He raises his brows in confusion, “Hm?” You snicker, “Messy boy. You’ve got flour on your face. Upper cheek.”

He tries to wipe it off failing to do so and you decide to take the risk and outstretch your hand and use your thumb to wipe off the flour off his cheek. You both freeze as you make eye contact. His cheeks become cherries and you feel your heart explode at your proximity. There’s a moment of silence between you two.

He suddenly reaches into another bowl and you flinch at the sudden movement and squeal as he throws flour at your shirt and you hiss grabbing an empty bowl and attempting to protect yourself from the onslaught. You let out a cackle as you grab some of the remainder of the flour off the counter top and throw it at him. He yelps dodging and running around the messy kitchen. You both cackle and laugh trying to catch each other.

You scream as he wraps his arms around your body and you crash into his chest. He squeezes you tightly against him as he laughs loudly and you almost cry with laughter; you almost forget this is the closest you’ve ever been to him. Apart from the occasional hugs you’ve given him of course. You’re both covered and dusted in flour.

You both pause in this position and heave for breath. You peer and twist in his grip and his piercing marron eyes meet yours. You feel your world come to a halt and your breath become irregular. You murmur; your feelings were almost about to tip; flood over the brim. You were about to open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it as his voice comes out as shaky almost just above a whisper. “Y/n...”

You hum in response; realising how he wasn’t letting go of you. What was happening? He mumbles, “You’re so beautiful.” Your cheeks feel warm at the sudden words and you stammer, “I-uh-I-t-thanks.” You mentally want to face palm at how you responded but your mind and heart were a frenzy right now. Was this some fiendish dream? Just another scenario?

He lets out a breathless laugh at your stutter and murmurs, “I wanna tell you something if that’s okay.” You nod almost too fervently. “Okay...” He inhales deeply.

“I like you.”

The words are short but sweet. You didn’t expect much more from him; it’s exactly what you imagined from him actually. It meant all the more to you that way. His eyes glimmer at you before he continues after his mini pause, “I like you a lot. So much. I’ve liked you for awhile but I didn’t know what to do for such a long time and well-“

You interrupt him as you smile stupidly wide realising he’s been going through the exact thing as you. You fortunately weren’t alone. “Me too Beom. Me too.”

His eyes widen as he process what you just said. “Y-You too?”

You nod suddenly feeling brave enough to take on his hands into yours and mumble, “I’ve liked you for awhile too. You’re so sweet and cute. You’re always there for me and ready to cheer me up. You’re keeping me going through our degree honestly. You mean the world to me.”

Beomgyu lets out a frazzled laugh making you laugh at him becoming flustered from your words. He stammers, “I-...I’m so happy-god-holy shit-I’m so happy. I really didn’t expect this.”

You smile widely almost jittery in excitement. “Me either, I thought I’d have to say it first but I’m glad we could do this. Especially here. With the lovely sweet smell of cookies.”

Beomgyu murmurs, “Rather romantic dont you think? Like a date?” You raise a brow, “Well you haven’t asked me out yet or I haven’t asked you out yet so...”

He takes the hint just like you wanted and his lips form a playful smirk, “Well, do you? Do you want to go on a date then?” You hum, “What? To play laser tag?”

He hums, “That sounds pretty fun don’t you think. How did you know?” You roll your eyes snickering, “You go almost every month.” Beomgyu huffs, “Yeah and it’s worth it. Don’t you wanna come with me this time? Just me and you.”

Your heart flutters as he says that. You coyly smile wanting to tease him further, “I’ll think about it.”

He lets out a whine and he tugs at your sleave making you almost melt into a puddle. You huff, “Fine, fine I was joking. Of course! I’d love to play laser tag.”

Beomgyu murmurs with a cheeky smile and drawls out, “I’ve always wanted take my future girlfriend there..” Your eyes widen and your cheeks are set ablaze. He hums continuing, “So I guess you fit the bill.”

You scoff, “Look at you attempting to be smooth.”

He yelps looking offended, “Attempting? Attempting!?”

You cackle, “What?” He suddenly nears his face next to your catching you way off guard and you almost squeak in sheer shock. He intensely stares into your eyes and hums, “Don’t mess with me, I’ll mess with you back.”

You try to maintain your composure and smirk back, “Guess nothing’s new then.”

Beomgyu smirk morphs into an endearing smile and his eyes sparkle in excitement, “Yeah. Good. I love our dynamic. You’re perfect the way you are.”

You huff playfully push him, “Cliche shit huh?” He rolls his eyes, “Not cliche if it’s true.”

“Look at you go, only one minute since you’ve asked me out and giving out all the smoothtalk.” You tease and he crosses his arms and rolls up his sleeves once more put his oven mitts on to check up on cookies, “You like it though.”

The sweet and delicious aroma of the cookies baking fills the air even more pungently as he opens the oven door and you both gasp as you both see the cookies taking shape and baking quite well. They were beginning to look good. It had seemed like your recipe had worked out for good.

He hums, “Almost sweet as our lo-“

You scoff, “If you say love, I will knock you out with the spare baking tray.”

He pouts, “You’d really treat me like that. That’s so mean.” You huff as his glimmering eyes melt your eyes and you soften, “God damn it, you’re so cute for fucks sake. I hate you.”

Beomgyu lets out a loud laugh as he closes the oven and takes off his mitts, “I thought you’d love me?”

You mumble, “I guess I do. Okay.” He cheeses widely at the answer and cooes, “Good.”

He smells the air and confidently says, “I think this is our best baking product as of yet.” You smugly smile, “I think our chemistry and baking escapades really paid off.”

Beomgyu hums standing beside you. Both your arms touching and you both smiling too stupidly for your own good. Almost like two teenagers in love; gushing over each other.

You felt happy and complete and you were so grateful your feelings were reciprocated.

He hums, “Your recipe worked out.”

You hums, “You bet it did. Those cookies are gonna taste so good I can tell.”

He smiles at you and nods cutely at your words before playfully plopping his head onto your shoulder. You two stand in a comfortable silence staring at the orange glow of the oven both sprinkled with flour and messy aprons.

It was perfect; the aura. Everything about it was just perfectly in proportion and made it work. You were perfect for each other.

A perfect recipe for love. The sweetest of treats you could have ever thought to have received.

[bunnyjeons]

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Prologue

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Keywords: soulmate!au

Genre: angst + fluff

Word count: about 1.6k

Synopsis: A soulmate!AU based off of Jungkook’s cute thought from an anime that when you hear bells ringing (or jingling?) as you pass each other means that is the person you’ll marry/be with.

The first time you heard bells with Jimin was the moment you two locked eyes. 

That’s how this world worked and how you’d know your soulmate was, well, your soulmate.

You and fellow bridesmaids were at Park Dance Studio, getting dance lessons for a friend’s wedding. You weren’t the best dancer but you were excited to learn some moves. Neither of you knew one another beforehand but that was how most soulmates started out anyway. The moment Park Jimin entered the dance room and casually introduced himself, you watched as if he had walked in slow motion, enticing you with his beauty. His black hair that looked soft enough to ruffle your hand through, his skin pale yet glowing with youth and health, his perfectly chiseled chin was sharp to the edge, his seemingly kissable lips plump and pink, his eyes cutely shaped into crescents as he smiled ever so sweetly. He was most certainly and breathtakingly handsome. He scanned the room as he stepped to the middle-front of the floor and when his eyes made their way to you and directly into your own, that was when you heard it. The bells. The bells that would jingle internally when you made eye contact with your soulmate. A jingle that was specific to your soulmate and only you heard them, no one else. A jingle that would the one whom you met eyes with is seemingly, the magical person who you were destined to be with.

And whether you agreed or not with what destiny had planned for you, Park Jimin was just that. The look in his eyes and the expression on his face was the same as yours; utterly shocked and speechless. Neither one of you expected destiny to bring you together today. It was unpredictable of when you’d meet your soulmate and of course, that was expected but the moment when the bells rang and the two of you standing still in shock as if time stood still, it couldn’t help but catch the both of you off guard. The silence of the moment may have been noticeable as everyone began to wonder why the dance instructor who had never met you in his life before was staring at you as if he hadn’t seen you in decades for the first time. As if you were his lost other half and that finally, two halves of a whole could now become one. He was the first to break from the trance between you two by clearing his throat to speak and quickly looking away to the other girls. “Hello, ladies and welcome to my dance studio!” He smiled brightly, quickly looking away from you to the rest of the girls in the room as if nothing had happened…leaving you quite dumbfounded.

Did-did he just…was I… imagining all of that?

You blinked a couple of times and questioned yourself. Were you hearing things? Was it a wildly descriptive figment of your imagination? Had his beauty hypnotized you into thinking you were soulmates?

Through the whole first day of dance practice when Jimin demonstrated moves, he continued to avoid eye contact with you. He didn’t even once look at you, making you once more question that perhaps you did hear the bells and he did too.

When the day had finally come to an end, it was about 6 o’clock in the evening and you were wiped. Wanting nothing more than a nice cold shower, a hot meal, and your bed. You decided that you wouldn’t let this bother you any longer, especially if he was going to ignore you. You packed up your backpack and left without even acknowledging the fact you found your soulmate. But when you were exiting the studio and just so happened to look up as you attempted to push past the glass doors, he was there on the other side. The both of you looking at one another with shocked expressions as before, making eye contact again and then those bells rang. The sound signifying and reminding the two of you that you were destined to be together because you were indefinitely each other’s soulmates.

Whether the two of you liked it or not, you were soulmates. Because believe it or not, five years later the two of you were living happily together as a couple in love. You both owned a house that was equally invested in and you both shared the company of each other’s friends. And that’s why today, you were video chatting with one of Jimin’s best friends who also became yours.

About a few months or so into your relationship with Jimin, he introduced you to his roommate at the time. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he was just a few years younger than you and Jimin. He had dark chocolate colored hair and it was sometimes styled similar to Jimin’s but somehow cuter? Some days, fluffier and some days his bangs were parted. He had big doe eyes and a bunny rabbit smile because of the way his teeth appeared and the way his nose would scrunch up. Everything about his appearance screams cute yet manly attraction. If that makes any sense. He was surprisingly much more built than Jimin and about an inch or two taller than him, making you think at first, “Oh, is this your older brother?” Causing the two boys to die laughing at your innocent question. Jeon Jungkook was young, slightly less mature than Jimin and more playful and very adventurous.

The two of you somehow managed to click much easier than you thought. He was a bit shy at first but when he found you were into games like him (which can be credited to your childhood best friend Taehyung for getting you into it) the both of you bonded more easily. Jungkook was also a bit sensitive sometimes, but he hid that and his feelings very well. Jimin always said he was hard to talk to when he was upset but surprisingly he opened up to you easily despite what Jimin said. Jungkook was strong, talented, an artist of sorts and a musician. Jimin told you there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do and excel in. After getting to know Jimin’s best friend and becoming much comfortable around each other he asked you to move into the roomy apartment with him, making the three of you become very close to one another.

It was maybe around two years into your relationship with Jimin when Jungkook decided to pursue a career abroad as a professional musician teacher. He would travel the world in hopes of making his voice heard as well as teaching children all about music and singing. The day Jungkook packed his things and left was, of course, a sad, but exciting day. You and Jimin were both sad to see him go, but you wished him well on his aspiring journey and career.

Three years later, however, Jungkook is finally coming back home from his long trip aboard.

“Jungkook, I can’t believe you’re going to be here in 16 hours! It’s been so long,” you told him through the webcam of your laptop. “I’ve missed you. And especially Jimin,” you told him, watching as his face lit up through the screen, his hair fluffy as ever, slightly longer as his bangs reached just above his doe eyes.

“I’ve missed you guys too,” Jungkook sighed with a smile. “I’ll see you guys when I land, I have to board my plane now,” he began waving at you, “Bye Y/N! Tell Jimin not to stay up too late today!”

You waved back, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t, Jungkook. See you in 16 hours,” you replied with a smile.

As the video call ended, you left the bedroom and went to find Jimin who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. You carefully snuck up and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Jungkook said not to stay up late, babe.”

Jimin softly chuckled and tilted his head toward you to press a kiss onto your temple.

“I can’t help it, I’m a restless sleeper. Plus, watching you sleep throughout the night doesn’t sound so bad either,” he playfully nudged his elbow into your side.

“Jimin, don’t be a creep,” you laughed, pulling away from him.

“But baaaby,” Jimin whined, placing down his chopping knife and pulling you back into his arms, holding you tightly so you couldn’t leave. “You’re so cute when you snore and drool,” he cutely nuzzled his nose against yours.

You scoffed at his accusation, “I don’t snore and drool!” You tried to pull away from him, but instead, he held onto you tighter and laughed.

“You do, baby. It’s okay though, that’s one of the things that makes me love you even more,” he responded back, looking deep into your eyes with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

Your hands fell upon his shoulders as you stood still against him, his warm arms still wrapped around your body. “I love you too, Jimin,” you smiled, bringing your lips to his.

Your soulmate was decided by destiny through physical eye-to-eye contact along with the internal jingle of bells. That’s how it worked for everyone in the world. You wouldn’t know the day; you wouldn’t know when or at what time. The only thing you knew as you went along in life is that your forever-to-be soulmate was out there and that the two of you would eventually meet and fall in love.

That’s how it worked for you and Jimin. 

Right?

So why is it that years later on the day you and Jimin await Jungkook’s arrival, you see him turning from the corner of the hallway at the airport, lifting his head up with an excited smile, the two of you meeting eyes for the first time in a long time and you hear them.

You hear the bells.

It wasn’t Jimin’s bells, you knew that much. The sound was a lot deeper in pitch than Jimin’s as his were higher.

Unbelievably enough, these were Jungkook’s. Time seemed to freeze as it did for you and Jimin 5 years ago. Both of your eyes, wide with shock and bewilderment because neither one of you expected this. 

At all.

Park Jimin was your soulmate, but so was Jeon Jungkook, his best friend.

[lovchearts]

Boy Next Door - Derek Hale

Relationship: Derek x Reader 

Request: @julieanncupcake said: can you do derek hale imagine where him and the reader are neighbors (and they secretly like each other) but they will do favors for each other like mow the other persons lawn or bake cookies/cook dinner for the other person and its really fluffy?

A/N: This was such a cute idea! I had so much fun writing this. It was one of my favorite requests by far!

Word Count: 1782

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It was mid-Summer when you moved into the modern home neighborhood. You went home searching with your best friend earlier in the season, once the lease on your apartment was up. After looking at other, more luxurious apartments, condos, cozy homes, and just about every other place you could live you finally found the perfect one. 

Your closest friends and some of your family helped you pack up the U-Haul, and unload once you arrived at your new home. The building was beautiful. A balance of gray stone and brick sculpted the outside. The garage and roof were both tan, complimenting one another. The front door was solid black stained wood and the grass was perfectly green. 

The home was not something someone your age could usually afford. Most people were living in an apartment or sharing a home with several other roommates. All of that hard work and dedication was finally paying off. 

Your dream as a little girl and teenager had always been to decorate your own house the way you wanted. When you were eight, you dreamed of the walls being purple, with pink furniture and sparkly decor. When you were twelve, you had seriously pondered the thought of hanging your favorite musician’s posters in every room. Finally, a year or so before moving into the nice home, you had settled on exactly how it would be decorated. 

You spent several days decorating the home. You had previously purchased all of the decors to save time so that you could settle into your new home and start at your new job a little bit more smoothly. It was perfect, your dream was finally coming true. You were living on your own, and financially stable. 

Once you had decorated the inside of your new home, and added outdoor furniture to the patio leading to your good sized backyard, you made your way across the street to introduce yourself to your new neighbors. The two houses on either side of you were for sell, being that the neighborhood was fairly new. Out of the seven houses that had been built so far, only four had been moved into. 

You introduced yourself to the elderly lady that lived diagonally to the left of you. She was sweet, and welcomed you to the area, saying how wonderful it was to live there. You thanked her and walked to the next home, which was straight across from yours. 

A woman around your age answered the door with a smile, greeting you before calling a man from within the house. Her husband, she introduced him as. They were lovely and mentioned that you could come over for wine anytime. You simply thanked them and continued your adventure onto the last house. 

You knocked on the similar wooden door to the rest and waited for a few moments, hoping that they were home so that you could be done with introducing yourself. Meeting new people wasn’t always your thing. You could see the top of a head through the glass towards the top of the door, and it slowly peered open. 

A man who seemed to be around your age toward above you, his fame broad and muscular. He had almost black hair, and stubble lined his sharp jaw. Your eyes met his green ones. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” You stuck your hand out to him, in hopes that he would shake it and not slam the door in your face. He was intimidating, being that he was so tall, and could obviously clear anything in his path. “I just moved in across the street. I just wanted to introduce myself.”

“Derek.” Thankfully, his hand met yours, gripping it firmly and shaking it. “Welcome to the neighborhood.” He smiled down at you and loosened his grip on you. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Derek.”

“You too.” He flashed another pearly white smile and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

“Well, I should get going. My family’s coming over for dinner.” 

Derek nodded politely, saying goodbye and shutting the door once you’d turned your back to walk home. 

You pondered the thought of the boy next door as you chopped up veggies for the dinner you were making. He was definitely good looking, as well as charming. But, you hadn’t properly gotten to know him yet so you couldn’t judge him too much. 

A couple of weeks had gone by, and you still had some things you hadn’t bought for your home. For example- a lawn mower. It was towards the end of July and the heat was blazing, however, it had been raining an abnormal amount the previous months. This meant that the grass was growing like crazy, and you had no way to get rid of it. 

You woke up one day and peered out of your bedroom window at the small neighborhood, including your awfully long grass that looked terrible compared to the rest of the lawns. But, the grass wasn’t long anymore. 

There he stood, pushing a lawn mower throughout your front yard. The blades of grass flew every which way as he grazed over them. He sported black basketball shorts and a tank top. You could see the sweat dripping down his toned biceps as he turned slightly pink in the sun’s heat. 

You quickly threw on a pair of jean shorts and a tee shirt, brushing your teeth and combing through your hair. Trying to catch him before he was done, you quickly walked towards the front door, pulling it open and drawing his attention to you. He turned the mower off, pulling out one of the earbuds that were previously in his ear. 

“Derek. What are you doing?” 

You couldn’t help but scold yourself for asking such a stupid question. It’s pretty obvious Y/N, he’s mowing your lawn.

“Oh hey Y/N, I’m mowing your lawn. I was out doing some work and noticed your grass was getting a bit long, so I decided I’d do a pretty girl a favor.” 

Your breath hitched in your throat at his referral to you. Trying not to make it obvious that you were flustered, you nodded and pulled the door shut behind you, walking to the edge of the sidewalk. 

“Well thank you. I haven’t been able to pick up a lawn mower yet, so I had no way of taming this insane grass. I really appreciate it.” 

“No problem. You don’t mind if I go around back to mow back there too, do you?” 

“Oh no, not at all. Would you like something to drink? I can grab you a bottle of water if you’d like.” 

He gave you a soft grin, twirling the cord of the earbuds around his fingers. “Please.” 

Turning around and heading back into the house, the chill of the AC made you shudder. You picked up a bottle from the fridge and traced your steps back out to where your new neighbor stood. 

He turned around once he heard the door open again, taking the bottle from you and politely thanking you. Excusing yourself with the fact that you had work to catch up on, you tracked back into the home. 

You had to thank Derek with more than words. You contemplated the question for a moment, finally deciding on baking him cookies. You brought out your mom’s old chocolate chip cookie recipe, whom she’d gotten from her mom, and so on and so forth. 

You brought out all of the ingredients, preheating the stainless steel oven to the needed degree. You mixed all of the factors, rolling the dough into small spheres and placing them evenly on a baking sheet. After putting them in the oven and letting them bake, you gathered them up in a plastic container. 

A little bit over an hour had passed now, and you decided to deliver the baked goods to Derek. You knocked on his door, just like you had the night you met. The door opened faster than it had that night. 

Derek stood tall, as always. His cheeks were slightly pink from being in the sun earlier on in the day. 

“Hey, I made you cookies. To thank you for mowing my lawn.” 

He chuckled, taking the container from you once you’d offered it. 

“Well thank you.” It was your turn to chuckle as he repeated your exact words from your previous conversation.

“No problem.” You paused for a moment, contemplating if you should add the next part. “Would you want to come over for dinner tomorrow night?” 

He paused for a moment. “I would love to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That is if we classify it as a date.” 

“It’s a date.” You obliged, smiling softly at him. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow night, Y/N.”

“See ‘ya, Derek.” 

You turned away from the door and he shut it, just like the night a few days earlier. You started your walk back across the street, this time with a little bit more pep in your step. 

Maybe Derek was more than just the boy next door. 

[smuttyfairy]

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Prologue

gif creds to Admin Smuttyfairy

Summary: A soulmate!AU based off of Jungkook’s cute thought from an anime that when you hear bells ringing as you pass each other means that is the person you’ll marry/be with.

Member(s): Jimin x reader, Jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, soulmate!AU

Word count: 1673

Written by: Admin Smuttyfairy

The first time you heard bells with Jimin was the moment you two locked eyes. You and fellow bridesmaids were at Park Dance Studio, getting dance lessons for a friend’s wedding. You weren’t the best dancer but you were excited to learn some moves. Neither of you knew one another beforehand but that was how most soulmates started out anyway. The moment Park Jimin entered the dance room and casually introduced himself, you watched as if he had walked in slow motion, enticing you with his beauty. His black hair that looked soft enough to ruffle your hand through, his skin pale yet glowing with youth and health, his perfectly chiseled chin was sharp to the edge, his seemingly kissable lips plump and pink, his eyes cutely shaped into crescents as he smiled ever so sweetly. He was most certainly and breathtakingly handsome. He scanned the room as he stepped to the middle of the dance floor and when his eyes made their way to you and directly into your own, that was when you heard it. The bells. The bells that would ring internally when you made eye contact with your soulmate. The seemingly magical person who you were destined to be with.

Whether you agreed or not with what destiny had planned for you, Park Jimin was just that. The look in his eyes and the expression on his face was the same as yours; utterly shocked and speechless. Neither one of you expected destiny to bring you together today. It was unpredictable of when you’d meet your soulmate and of course that was expected but the moment when the bells rang and the two of you standing still in shock as if time stood still, it couldn’t help but catch the both of you off guard. The silence of the moment may have been noticeable as everyone began to wonder why the dance instructor who had never met you in his life before was staring at you as if he hadn’t seen you in decades for the first time. As if you were his lost other half and that finally two halves of a whole could now become one. He was the first to break from the trance between you two by clearing his throat to speak. “Hello, ladies and welcome to my dance studio!” He smiled brightly, quickly looking away from you to the rest of the girls in the room as if nothing had happened…leaving you quite dumbfounded.

Did-did he just…was I… imagining all of that?

You blinked a couple of times and questioned yourself. Were you hearing things? Was it a wildly descriptive figment of your imagination? Had his beauty hypnotized you into thinking you were soulmates?

Through the whole first day of dance practice when Jimin demonstrated moves, he continued to avoid eye contact with you. He didn’t even once look at you, making you once more question that perhaps you did hear the bells and he did too.

When the day had finally come to an end, it was about 6 o’clock in the evening and you were wiped. Wanting nothing more than a nice cold shower, a hot meal, and your bed. You decided that you wouldn’t let this bother you any longer, especially if he was going to ignore you. You packed up your backpack and left without even acknowledging the fact you found your soulmate. But when you were exiting the studio and just so happened to look up as you attempted to push past the doors, he was there on the other side. The both of you looking at one another with shocked expressions as before, making eye contact again and then those bells rang. The sound signifying and reminding the two of you that you were destined to be together because you were indefinitely each other’s soulmates.

Whether the two of you liked it or not, you were soulmates. Because believe it or not, five years later the two of you were living happily together as a couple in love. You both owned a house that was equally invested in and you both shared the company of each other’s friends. And that’s why today, you were video chatting with one of Jimin’s best friends who also became yours.

About a few months or so into your relationship with Jimin, he introduced you to his roommate at the time. His name was Jeon Jungkook and he was just a few years younger than you and Jimin. He had dark chocolate colored hair and it was sometimes styled similar to Jimin’s but somehow cuter? Some days, fluffier and some days his bangs were parted. He had big doe eyes and a bunny rabbit smile because of the way his teeth showed and the way his nose would scrunch up. Everything about his appearance screams cute yet manly attraction. If that makes any sense. He was surprisingly much more built than Jimin and about an inch or two taller than him, making you think at first, “Oh, is this your older brother?” Causing the two boys to die laughing at your innocent question. Jeon Jungkook was young, slightly less mature than Jimin and more playful and very adventurous.

The two of you somehow managed to click much easier than you thought. He was a bit shy at first but when he found you were into games like him (which can be credited to your childhood best friend Taehyung for getting you into it) the both of you bonded more easily. Jungkook was also a bit sensitive sometimes, but he hid that and his feelings very well. Jimin always said he was hard to talk to when he was upset but surprisingly he opened up to you easily despite what Jimin said. Jungkook was strong, talented, an artist of sorts and a musician. Jimin told you there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do and excel in. After getting to know Jimin’s best friend and becoming much comfortable around each other he asked you to move into the roomy apartment with him, making the three of you become very close to one another.

It was maybe around two years into your relationship with Jimin when Jungkook decided to pursue a career abroad as a professional musician teacher. He would travel the world in hopes of making his voice heard as well as teaching children all about music and singing. The day Jungkook packed his things and left was of course a sad, but exciting day. You and Jimin were both sad to see him go, but you wished him well on his aspiring journey and career.

Three years later however, Jungkook is finally coming back home from his long trip aboard.

“Jungkook, I can’t believe you’re going to be here in 16 hours! It’s been so long,” you told him through the webcam of your laptop. “I’ve missed you. And especially Jimin,” you told him, watching as his face lit up through the screen, his hair fluffy as ever, slightly longer as his bangs reached just above his doe eyes.

“I’ve missed you guys too,” Jungkook sighed with a smile. “I’ll see you guys when I land, I have to board my plane now,” he began waving at you, “Bye Y/N! Tell Jimin not to stay up too late today!”

You waved back, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t, Jungkook. See you in 16 hours,” you replied with a smile.

As the video call ended, you left the bedroom and went to find Jimin who was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. You carefully snuck up and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Jungkook said not to stay up late, babe.”

Jimin softly chuckled and tilted his head toward you to press a kiss onto your temple.

“I can’t help it, I’m a restless sleeper. Plus, watching you sleep throughout the night doesn’t sound so bad either,” he playfully nudged his elbow into your side.

“Jimin, don’t be a creep,” you laughed, pulling away from him.

“But baaaby,” Jimin whined, placing down his chopping knife and pulling you back into his arms, holding you tightly so you couldn’t leave. “You’re so cute when you snore and drool,” he cutely nuzzled his nose against yours.

You scoffed at his accusation, “I don’t snore and drool!” You tried to pull away from him, but instead, he held onto you tighter and laughed.

“You do, baby. It’s okay though, that’s one of the things that makes me love you even more,” he responded back, looking deep into your eyes with a sweet smile plastered on his face.

Your hands fell upon his shoulders as you stood still against him, his warm arms still wrapped around your body. “I love you too, Jimin,” you smiled, bringing your lips to his. 

Your soulmate was decided by destiny through physical eye-to-eye contact along with the internal ring of bells. That’s how it worked for everyone in the world. You wouldn’t know the day; you wouldn’t know when or what time. The only thing you knew as you went along in life is that your forever-to-be soulmate was out there and that the two of you would eventually meet and fall in love.

That’s how it worked for you and Jimin.

So why is it that years later on the day you and Jimin await Jungkook’s arrival, you see him turning from the corner of the hallway at the airport, lifting his head up with an excited smile, the two of you meeting eyes for the first time in a long time and you hear them.

You hear the bells.

It wasn’t Jimin’s bells, you knew that much. The sound was a lot deeper in pitch than Jimin’s as his were higher.

Unbelievably enough, these were Jungkook’s. Time seemed to freeze as it did for you and Jimin 5 years ago. Both of your eyes, wide with shock and bewilderment because neither one of you expected this. At all.

Park Jimin was your soulmate, but so was Jeon Jungkook.

[testretestandtestagain]

Knowledge?

Question

1) You easily understand the following sentence: “At most colleges and universities, a large number of students receive financial aid.” But how do you manage to understand the sentence? How is the concept of “financial aid” represented in your mind? Do you have a prototype (perhaps for “student on financial aid”)? Do you have some number of exemplars? A theory? Can you specify what the theory involves? What other concepts do you need to understand in order to understand “financial aid”?

Answer

The above questions all ask about my knowledge and the concepts that I use to understand the world around me. So I’m going to go at this question by question and do a little introspection.

The sentence is “At most colleges and universities, a large number of students receive financial aid.”

In managing to understand the sentence I first need to understand that colleges and universities are post secondary educational institutions where the general population  can work towards a degree. And students are the label that these members of the general population who attend these institutions are called. And financial aid is when students are given money to attend these institutions, students who under normal circumstances would not be able to afford to go the college or university.

But you have to realize that all of those concepts stem from other ideas as well, education, post secondary, institutions, people without wealth. I could break the sentence down further just from there. Hopefully though you get the picture that knowledge is built from every day concepts that we have.

For me the concept of financial aid is being given, or loaned money for the betterment of the individual. Now you could have other ideas or definitions, I am only saying that this is my all encompassing definition.

Ok, now you are probably like, this is boring, what does it mean?

Well scientists were curious about how we acquire and use knowledge, how does it help us with day to day tasks, and what theories can be made to explain this. Because knowing more about how our brains work can help us to become better smarter individuals. (Lesson of the day, learning about our brains can make us better, smarter people!)

So one of these theories is prototype theory, it is a theory that says that knowledge is based on central concepts. These “prototypes” may not be real, in the sense that you would have never actually seen them in reality but they are the core idea/image/concept that your mind goes to when dealing with a piece of information. One example of this that is used is the core concept for dog, now when I was a kid we used to have a big (to me, so in reality medium sized) dog, who was super fluffy. But I also remember Air Bud, the amazing golden retriever who goes on adventures. So my prototype for dog is a big fluffy golden retriever. Now that might not be your prototype for dog and that’s fine because knowledge is based off of experience and everyones experiences are different.

As for a prototype for a student on financial aid. I would have to say a young person, fresh out of high school with a sharp mind but no family financing to get them further educated. This person would receive financial aid to help them attain a degree and a well paying job. 

Another theory is the theory of exemplars, which is the theory that instead of a central prototype, instead when asked (going back to my dog example) “Is that a dog?”

We do not look at a central image of what we imagine dogs to be like me and my keeshond (family pet) and golden retriever mix, we instead look at earlier examples in our lives of dogs. 

Breaking that down a bit, seeing the above image, “Is that a dog?”

Well my brother/uncle/girlfriend/roommate, has a pet, it looks almost identical to this pet so I would have have to say that yes that is a dog.

Going back to the question above, I do not have any present exemplars of people that I know personally who have received financial aid. I probably know people but off of the top of my head the only person I know who has received money for schooling is myself. 

So um yeah, I’m in my 20’s from a middle class family and I’ve had good grades most of my life. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on who you ask “it builds character.”) I and my parents (because they love me and want to see me get a good job and be happy) cannot afford out of pocket for me to go to University. So I have to ask for financial aid to go to school.

And there you go an exemplar from me to you, enjoy…

And now… I get to tell you to throw away everything you just read. Not literally but file it away because this is SCIENCE FOLKS and Science is all about different or competing ideas.

Another idea about knowledge usage is Explanatory Theories, which involves the use of a network of beliefs and ideas to come to conclusions about objects, things and people around us. 

I would describe it like a big neural web and when you think dog, you know, for example, that dogs bark, have four legs, fluffy ears and so on. And when working with this theory a researcher would look at the way you categorize information. 

Collins and Quillian, said that our minds are far to smart to store redundant information, so instead it puts items into categories that link together. They had people do sentence verification tasks to see if this was true. The results showed that people would be quick with “A canary can sing,” but slowed down with “A canary is a bird.” and slowed a little more with “A canary is an animal.” The explanation is that it takes time to jump from connection to connection in the neural web, especially when items are not directly linked. 

Canary to Bird, Bird to Animal.

Tying that into our student on financial aid, we could make a huge web of all of the connections in my head between student and financial aid but I think you would probably get bored really fast. 

Lastly, we need to put all of the pieces together. “At most colleges and universities, a large number of students receive financial aid.” I only did a general overview of how we understand this sentence but, Think about it. Our minds are amazing, because almost all of us understand that financial aid is a useful tool used by students to get a higher education. But to even understand the concept of financial aid we have to think about a million different little things and experiences to come up with what is financial aid. And that is truly amazing. 

You are more special then you even realize, because without you even knowing it your mind has done so many little things that you don’t even think about throughout the day.

Till next time, keep on trucking.

[sea-salted-wolverine]

I have informed my cat that he is considered a micro influencer as tales of his shenanigans have now reached 35 thousand notes. Swix would like to clarify that he does have several brain cells but he refuses to use them for anything but spectacular stupidity.

[downthatrabbitholewego]

February 2017

This is a compilation of fics that I've read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here, if you'd like to check that out. :)

MONTH: February, 2017 | (older lists)

▶▶ A Start by Inell Teen And Up | 1,458w Derek's acting like a jealous boyfriend. The only issue? He and Stiles aren't dating.

▶▶ An RA's Guide to Mutual Pining by alocalband Teen And Up | 2,208w "Stiles, this is the sixth time in two weeks that you've locked yourself out of your own room in the middle of the night and that Scott won’t pick up his phone to let you in." "Uh, yeah, man, tell me about it. He really needs to step up his roommate game." Derek seriously can't take this anymore.

▶▶ Candy Hearts by dragon_temeraire General | 1,133w Stiles decides that, since they're the only two single members of the pack, he and Derek should spend Valentine's Day together.

▶▶ Cute Bus Stop Guy by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,142w The guy gave him a curt little nod and neatly sidestepped him, continuing on his way. Stiles snuck a look over his shoulder, and yep, the rear view in those tight slacks was pretty good, too. The guy stopped at the bus stop, leaning against the sign, and Stiles sighed. It was a dreamy sigh, even he could admit that. He had a feeling he was going to become a morning person.

▶▶ Delivery Drivers: Unsung Heroes of the Restaurant Biz by DeliberateMisspelling Teen And Up | 4,756w Derek Hale is a Good Samaritan, okay? That's how he got roped into helping out Laura in the first place. Helping the attractive stranger who just literally collapsed into his arms might be more fun, though. Not that he'll ever admit it, especially since he got puked on first.

▶▶ Demanding Forever Series [1] That Stalky Thing by wangler Mature | 2,560w Derek frowns, thrown off. Teenagers are confusing. [2] Scientists Document This Stuff by wangler Explicit | 3,264w "Your arbitrary sex rules are getting really old," Stiles says, lipping at Derek's mouth like a goat at a petting zoo.

▶▶ Dog's Best Friend by otter General | 8,923w Other people might have found the name of the place off-putting. Stiles didn’t. He was actually relieved, when Scott handed him a business card that said "HALEHOUNDS" across the top, because clearly, if anybody could recognize and understand the evil that lurked within his dog’s fluffy precious body, it was these people.

▶▶ Former Employment by dragon_temeraire ★ Teen And Up | 4,023w Professor Stilinski is definitely not expecting to see his favorite porn star among the students of his Human Sexuality class.

▶▶ Help Wanted (But Not Really) by reillyblack ★ Mature | 20,525w "Stiles, I'll clear up your confusion about the position. Derek here needs someone to live with him. He's a difficult person to live with, so I won't sugarcoat that. But his responsibilities at the company right now make it impossible for him to actually take care of himself and his home. That would be your job," Laura explained. Both Stiles and Derek objected at the same time."

▶▶ Hot Like Burning by leslieknopeismyspiritanimal Teen And Up | 2,762w In which Derek is the grumpy neighborhood firefighter, and Stiles is a bit of a lovestruck idiot.

▶▶ How Awkward by stileshale N/A | 9,533w A shadow falls over him, and he blinks up to see Derek looking highly amused, pushing a stroller and shirtless. Ugh, Derek is one of those wholesome people that goes jogging on a Saturday morning. And, if that doesn’t make Stiles feel bad enough, he does it shirtless. And looks good. So good. Stiles swings round on his knees to look at the baby inside, trying not to hyperventilate. "Oh my god, you’re the cutest baby I've ever seen!" he declares, "And you were raised by wolves? You're not nearly as hairy as I would have imagined!"

▶▶ how to unsend an embarrassing text (hint: you can't) by bibliosexual General | 1,879w Laura tells him it's cowardly and unromantic to confess feelings over text, but too bad. Derek can't think of anything more terrifying than showing up on Stiles' doorstep (conveniently, the apartment right below Derek's) to tell him to his face. And Derek wants to know, okay? Has to know. He needs closure. He can't keep second-guessing every microsecond of every interaction with Stiles, trying to guess how he's feeling, and he can't keep hoping like this. He'll go insane. Stiles has been his neighbor/friend/hopeless crush for almost six months already, and Derek definitely can’t take another six.

▶▶ I Spy a Reunion by 42hrb Teen And Up | 1,088w In high school Stiles wanted a job he could brag about, too bad he can't brag about his job now.

▶▶ I won't sleep if you won't sleep by dragon_temeraire Teen And Up | 4,085w After the nogitsune, Stiles is unable to sleep. To help, he has a spell cast on him that will link him with Derek.

▶▶ Illuminated by ZainClaw Teen And Up | 5,013w "Because I'm falling in love with you and it's scaring the hell out of me."

▶▶ Like Immortality by Idday ★ Teen And Up | 4,815w Stiles and Derek, in letters, through the years.

▶▶ little spoon by bibliosexual ★ Teen And Up | 4,489w To save money while attending college in NYC, Stiles and Derek decide to rent one tiny apartment together. With one bed.

▶▶ Love So Hard, It Could Rip My Heart Out by Lapin ★ Mature | 7,554w Stiles is seventeen, and his best friend is drifting away, and his dad isn't speaking to him, so he's going to make some bad decisions. He's seventeen and he needs bad decisions to look back on when he's thirty, and nothing is a worse decision than Derek Hale. He'll let the Big Bad Wolf in, let him press Stiles down into the couch and he'll wrap his arms around him and he'll know it's a bad choice, but it's his, and Derek is here when no one else is.

▶▶ Mǣnōn by MyBeth Explicit | 9,237w Knotting. It’s a thing that exists. Like werewolves and weird lizard creatures. It’s just rated NC-17 so you don’t hear about it so much on TV. It exists and he gets it. Stiles. He’s the one that gets it.

▶▶ meat cute by bleep0bleep Teen And Up | 1,046w u should give it to ur werewolf ;) Stiles stares at his phone, because he doesn’t have a werewolf. Well, technically he has a crush on a werewolf, but that doesn't really count. He buys the steak anyways.

▶▶ No Refills by scottmcniceass Teen And Up | 6,765w Stiles spends almost every night at Winston Diner. They have the best coffee he's ever tasted, and free wifi. Of course, the only waiter ever on staff after eleven, Derek, was a piece of work. But maybe, underneath that chilly personality, Derek was the kind of person who Stiles didn't mind spending every night with, after all.

▶▶ No Refunds or Exchanges by badwolfbadwolf Mature | 18,916w Stiles is the newest deputy in the Beacon Hills Sheriff’s Department, and has maybe just been a little in love with Derek Hale since Stiles had made a fool of himself in front of him at the SD summer picnic a few years ago. Being married to him—only for the sake of not getting deported—is going to suck in new and unusual ways.

▶▶ Nonsexual Favors by sterekseason N/A | 846w Prompt: "I need a favor, and not the sexual kind."

▶▶ Not Quite A Siren, But Something Like That by lapsus_calami General | 2,891w There's a sea creature stealing all of Derek's stuff. For some reason he finds that more endearing than annoying.

▶▶ Of Glasses And Lacrosse Sticks by charlesdk Teen And Up | 6,810w "Okay, how 'bout this? One date, just one date, and if you still don't believe I'm genuinely interested in you, then I'll leave you alone for good. How does that sound?" Derek hesitated for another moment, before he sighed and said, "Fine. One date."

▶▶ One life stand by Vendelin ★ Explicit | 84,278w Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale. All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up. Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.

▶▶ Orchard Lane Series [1] A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez Teen And Up | 7,533w Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever. [2] Welcoming Committee by Trelkez Teen And Up | 2,625w "I miss the days when I thought Derek was the strangest person on this block," Stiles says.

▶▶ Peeping Stiles by literaryoblivion Mature | 16,550w Stiles finds himself outside Derek's house because he just can't seem to stay away.

▶▶ quoting Rhett Butler by haleofStilesheart Teen And Up | 2,445w Stiles has a bad habit of dating complete assholes. Good thing Derek's there to knock some sense into him.

▶▶ Taking Care by LoveActually_rps Explicit | 3,413w Derek had returned from a conference where the new CEO, Mr Stiles Stilinski, took over his company in a so called meeting where all the white collared, richly clothed shareholders - assholes - voted against Derek. He hadn’t even waited for a final handshake with the new owner. He knew, he’d never be able to fake a smile when his heart was shattering into a thousand pieces. Well, they had Peter to deal with these formalities.

▶▶ the blazing bombardier by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,599w Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.

▶▶ the roommate by bibliosexxual N/A | 1,826w Stiles' mysterious new roommate shows up right as Stiles and Scott are sliding their second tray of ginger snaps out of the oven. Stiles thought it’d be a nice way to welcome him, break the ice a little, all that. He’s also planning to make some sugar cookies in case D. Hale has less adventurous tastes. Never let it be said that Stiles Stilinski doesn’t plan ahead.

▶▶ To Be Worthy Of Hope by alocalband ★ Teen And Up | 7,482w "If you can't say the words, you're not mature enough to know what they mean," Scott tells him. Stiles throws a french fry at him. (In which Derek is secretly pining, Stiles is oblivious to both Derek’s feelings as well as his own, and any personal growth that happens in the mean time is completely reluctant.)

▶▶ We All Fall by cobrilee N/A | 815w Derek has a thing for Stiles' bed. Stiles doesn’t question it.

▶▶ We're Burning One Hell of a Something by calrissian18 Mature | 6,031w Derek's roommate has already moved in by the time he shows up. And he's taken up both sides of the room.

▶▶ Werewolf-Friendly by badwolfbadwolf ★ Explicit | 27,227w Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn't like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.

▶▶ You've got me slippin' and a slidin' by ElisAttack General | 3,683w Derek lives in the middle of nowhere, and is probably in love with his delivery boy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by bibliosexxual Mature | 4,220w Prompt: Stiles tries to seduce Derek but Derek has the habit of only dating older people (Jennifer, Kate...). So he says no to Stiles and Stiles is really disappointed but by chance he keeps seeing Derek and with time Derek realizes that he may have made a mistake.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by nogitsunelichen N/A | 696w Prompt: "I thought it was a one-night stand... but now we're married..."

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by sterekseason N/A | 377w Derek shows up to his first pack meeting after moving back to Beacon Hills wearing worn out jeans and a faded flannel, chest hair popping out near the top. His beard is full, his hair is longer, almost long enough for a bun, his eyes have smile lines. He's happy.

▶▶ (Untitled Tumblr ficlet) by villainny N/A | 678w Prompt: Derek is a deliveryman and Stiles ordered a hug

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[sea-salted-wolverine-arts]

Found my fountain pen and put my drama baby in the journal

[motleymoose]

Let’s Do The Time Warp

Challenge: @neversatisfiedgirl 's Ree's Rocky Horror Challenge

Prompt: Time Warp

Pairing: Gabriel x Gender Neutral Friend!Reader

Words: 1,100+

Warnings: Language, fluffy angsty whatever

Summary:  Gabriel talks his friend into going to a party with him.

A/N: Sooooo Rocky Horror Picture Show is something I would watch a lot in college. Like, I'd annoy my roommates with how much I watched it. Anyhoo, I love this song, and I thought it fit with Gabriel nicely. Enjoy, and feedback is always appreciated!

*gif not mine

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"It's going to be a bit of a... mind flip," Gabriel explained as he paced around my small kitchen, gesturing wildly. "Going into another dimension... well, it's not pleasant."

I stared at him, my mind working to grasp what he was saying. "Wait a minute. You're telling me we're slipping through a crack in the universe to do what exactly?" Tired of his loop around my small dining table, I stuck out an arm and caught him square in the gut.

Rubbing the spot where I hit him, the archangel slumped into a chair before continuing. "It's a gathering of the gods. And you're tagging along as the mortal witness." He shrugged, waving a hand over his shoulder dismissively.

"Uh huh. And become the evening's sacrifice?" Taking a drink from my mug, I grimaced as the lukewarm stout hit my tongue. "I don't think so, bub."

"That... probably won't happen," he replied, unconvincingly.

Arching an eyebrow, I downed the rest of the warm beer before putting the mug in the sink. "Probably? So there's at least a fifty percent chance that I'm going to be missing a few vital organs by the end of the night." Tapping my fingers on the countertop, I eyed him suspiciously. Part of me wanted to tell him to get the hell out of my house, but part of me was curious. Too damn curious. I paused for a moment, weighing the pros and cons. "Okay, let's say I agree to go. What's in it for me?"

Perking up, Gabriel grinned as he leaned forward conspiratorially. "All the booze and food you can handle. The prestige of sitting at the head table. Being fawned over by deities." He squinted mischievously. "Did I mention the free booze?"

It didn't sound too terribly bad, but there had to be a catch. There was always a catch when dealing with the trickster. "And you get what out of this, exactly?"

The orneriness dimmed slightly behind his eyes as he reclined, realizing he had been caught. "I mean, just being the one to bring the human to the party is good enough for me." He beamed innocently at me.

"There was so much baloney in that sentence that it's going to stink in here for a week," I snorted. "Seriously, dude. I ain't budging until you tell me what's up."

His usually jovial features turned stony. "No can do, princess. It's on a need-to-know basis."

"And I don't need to know. Gotcha." I picked at the edge of the worn countertop as I thought it through. Gabe never steered me wrong, but... and this was one big but... I couldn't quite trust him, either. I heard stories about what he did to the Winchester brothers, and I wasn't about to let the few good deeds he's done for me soften my guard. On the other hand, a little adventure never really hurt, and I had never even been outside my tri-state area, so...

"Okay, I'll do it."

Jerking his head up, Gabriel grinned. "Fantastic! Now, just to get you into something a little more formal." He snapped his mojo-fueled fingers, and poof! I was instantly changed into black coat and tails. "Yep, definitely fantastic."

I looked down at myself and noticed a few peculiar additions. "Why am I wearing a corset and fishnets?" Swallowing, I felt something tighten around my neck. I touched it with a shaking hand. "And-and a fucking choker?"

He held up a finger, smirking. "Not just any choker, a red bowtie choker." He wriggled his eyebrows.

I felt an ungodly urge to punch those goddamn eyebrows off his smug face.

"No way. I am not going out dressed like a Gothic Rockette!" Glaring at him, I began to undo the choker.

"Stop that." He slapped my hand away and straightened the bowtie. "Trust me, you won't be the only one dressed like this."

Furrowing my brow, I grunted in exasperation. "Fine. Whatever." Reaching for my knife, I tucked it into my boot. "Let's do this."

"Nuh uh uh." The archangel wagged a finger at me like I was a naughty schoolchild. "No weapons. This is a peaceful celebration. There's bylaws and everything about drawing blood."

"Do they apply to humans?" I asked, hands on hips.

Scrubbing the back of his neck, Gabriel glanced away. "Well, not exactly." He backtracked when I gave him a dirty look. "But since you're a mortal witness... I'm pretty sure that you'll be just fine!" He forced a smile.

Reluctantly, I pulled the knife from my boot and set it behind the faucet. "Alright."

"Alright!" He repeated, rubbing his hands together. "Now, let's see." Gabriel gazed around the room, his eyes landing on a spot just a hair over my left shoulder. Placing his hands on my upper arms, he pushed me sideways. "Just a jump to the left..."

"No, no, too far. A step to the right... Perfect!" He squeezed my biceps. "Okay, now I'm just going to wrap my arms around you..."

I stood stalk still, unsure what to do next. Gabe shuffled a little before settling into a full-fledged hug, his chin resting on my left shoulder. Copying him, I snaked my arms under his and leaned in.

"Great! Now the thing about warping time, you need to keep all of your limbs in nice in tight." He readjusted his grip. "Even your knees."

Obliging, I tried to make myself as compact as possible. "Okay, I think I'm set."

"Okay!"

There was a great thrumming sound that emanated from within Gabriel's vessel, almost like a heartbeat, but... off. As the thumping buzz grew louder, a faint glow began to descend upon us.

"Three... Two... One..."

The light flashed brighter than anything I had ever experienced, completely blinding me. Pressing my face into Gabriel's neck, I concentrated on the pulse that now seemed to be coming from everywhere. It started to quicken, and with it, the light began to strobe. Soon, the sound and the light blurred together, numbing all of my senses.

And just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, right when I was about to scream, it stopped.

The blackness hit me like a suffocating blanket. .......... It took a while for me to swim back to consciousness.

The first thing I saw was Gabriel standing over me, a grin tinged with worry on his angular face. "Glad you could join us, cupcake." He grabbed ahold of my elbow and helped me stand up, steadying me as I wobbled on uncertain legs.

"What-where...?" I asked, my brain still foggy.

With a grand, sweeping gesture, the archangel replied, "We made it." Leading me gently toward a tall person in a white lab coat, their dark hair swept up and away from their sharp features, Gabriel introduced me. "Y/N, I'd like you to meet an old acquaintance of mine. Dr. Frank-N-Furter," he paused, that wicked smile of his spreading wide, "I believe our esteemed guests are about to arrive."

[sea-salted-wolverine]

THE CAT IS EATING THE PEA PLANTS!!! THE WHOLE TIME I THOUGHT IT WAS RABBITS! IT MIGHT STILL BE RABBITS! BUT I SAW MY LITTLE FUCKER WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BE KEEPING RABBITS OUT OF THE GARDEN DOING THE THING THE RABBITS DO THAT NECESSITATES THEM BEING KEPT OUT! CAUGHT HIM RED-HANDED! STUPID LITTLE KITTY MOUTH FULL OF PEAS!

[sea-salted-wolverine]

hey can you tell your cat that he is loved on behalf of my boyfriend ?

I told him, and then tried to take a picture and he decided to thwap

[sea-salted-wolverine]

Currently in the midst of apocalyptic temperature swings but that means the kitty can go outside for a walk. Unfortunately my husband takes pictures like a nonagenarian and Swix isn't helping.

He doesn't like the ice