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hellooo i saw your requests are open and wanna request a klahadore x gardener fem reader pls ><

like kaya notices that the flowers in the garden have been wilting and asks the one of the staff to hire a gardener and forgot to tell klahadore of their arrival. (the reader smelles like catnip as the have cats at home, ohno i wonder what'll happen wink wink)

sorry for the long text, have a good day ^^

Thank you very much for writing your request and I am glad to fulfill your request!

Gardener and Butler

Once Klahadore heard one interesting saying from one of the pirates: “Don’t leave the house unattended, otherwise pests will appear in the house.” At first he ignored it as just more unnecessary nonsense, but he realized that this nonsense was true.

As soon as the butler left the estate for just a few minutes to go shopping and leave Kaya with the other servants, when he comes back with the purchases he sees a stranger. It was you, the woman who was trimming the flower bushes in front of the estate with garden shears and giggling at another story that Kaya was telling you, sitting on a small outdoor chair and drinking tea.

Not only was your appearance not part of his plan, but this terrible smell emanated from you. Catnip, to be precise. Klahadore could not deny that to some extent this smell was soothing, but he could not show weakness in front of the mistress and the rest of the servants, so he covered his nose and mouth with a handkerchief, trying not to sigh too often so as not to smell the smell from you.

In this state, the butler approaches the two of you and Kaya turns her gaze to him.

"Oh, Klahadore, you're back! How was your walk around the city?" the girl asked, but Klahadore ignored her question and looked at you askance.

"…Excuse me, but who is this?" asked the butler.

Kaya was about to answer, but you walked up to the two of them and wiped the sweat from your face with your gloved hands.

"I'm (Y/n), the new gardener. Nice to meet you, sir." You said and extended your hand to him which caused the smell of catnip to become closer to him and he pressed the handkerchief closer to his nose.

He nodded and looked at the gardener with a frown. "…Is it you who gives off that terrible smell?"

She raised an eyebrow and smiled at her hand. "…Ah, it's catnip, I have a couple of cats at home. Will this somehow stop me from working in Lady Kaya's garden, sir?"

He shook his head and turned away. “This may interfere with someone else…” he muttered under his breath, “…Sorry, but I need to leave to put away my shopping. See you later.” he said and walked towards the estate.

Kaya quickly apologized to her for being unusual for Klahadore, to which the gardener simply giggled with a smile and said that it was not her fault. But both of you definitely didn’t realize that this grumpy butler was watching you from the windows of the estate…

…Klahadore almost immediately decided to remove this 'horrible' smell from her clothes and body so that it could not distract him so much. The first way was to wash yourself. He knew for sure that she was leaving a pair of clean changes of clothes at the estate, because work in the garden can be dirty, and after checking to see if there was a smell of catnip on the change of clothes, he sent the gardener to wash herself in the bath. Through some persuasion, the butler was finally able to drag (Y/n) into the bathtub and forced her to wash while he took her clothes. He could hear the rustle of water from the bathroom while he rolled up his sleeves and washed her shirt. Klahadore could not allow other servants to clean her clothes, then even more people would know about his weakness.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could still smell the catnip on her clothes. He frowned in irritation and brought his shirt to his nose. No matter how hard the butler tried to deny it, the smell was soothing and even she, the owner of the clothes, was not as annoying as he thought when they first met.

Sniffing the scent of her shirt again, a faint hint of a smile appeared on his face. He himself was surprised that such a serious person like him would instantly weaken because of the smell of catnip on some girl’s clothes!

Klahadore would have continued his secret work if he had not heard footsteps from the bathroom and began to wash his shirt again. The owner of the shirt entered the room dressed in a robe, which was kindly provided to her, and approached him. "So, how's my shirt? Did you get rid of that 'nasty' smell?"

Klahadore nodded and adjusted his glasses. "It's going well so far, but there's still a smell." he said and after a second covered his nose with a handkerchief. Despite a bath full of shampoo and body wash, the smell of catnip lingered on her.(Y/n) raised an eyebrow with a smile. “What? Is my smell really so good that soap and water can’t wash it off?”The butler just frowned. "...Shut up, gardener."...

...Since bathing and washing did not help her, she had to find another way and it turned out to be perfume. Especially for this, Klahadore ordered a perfume with a very strong scent that would definitely overpower the smell of catnip.

One day, while you were working in the garden, the butler came up behind her and coughed into his fist, attracting her attention."Oh, Klahadore! What brings you today? Another wonderful bath with a wonderful aroma for me?" She said raising her eyebrow with a smile.

He shook his head and took out the perfume from behind his back. “Just don’t think that this is a gift, this is just a necessary measure to improve your work.”

The gardener smiled with a slight blush and took the perfume. "...Heh, flowers? Very ironic."

Klahadore rolled his eyes with a hint of a slight smile and adjusted his glasses. "Try this perfume and keep working, I'll check on you in a few hours." said the butler and left the garden.

A few hours later, he came to the garden as promised. But approaching her from behind while she was watering the flowers, the butler was shocked because the smell of catnip was still on her. But during the day, Klahadore was so tired that he no longer had the strength to be angry at it and simply approached her closely from behind. He gave her a small hug and nuzzled her hair where the smell was strongest. The gardener raised an eyebrow with a smirk and continued watering the flowers. "…Just admit it, butler, you're in love with me."

He frowned just slightly and hugged her a little tighter. "Don't you dare make anything up."

She shrugged. “I’m not making this up. That bath and washing clothes you did for me, buying expensive beautiful perfume and now what you’re doing. Should I continue?”

He frowned and buried his nose in her hair. "…Shut up, gardener."

She chuckled with a smile and continued watering the flowers. "As you say, butler."

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foxilayde · 2 years

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Half of You (part 5) [Santiago x Fem!Reader]

Summary: the Baby Daddy Santi chronicles are back, baybee!

Warnings: a little angst, a little fluff.

Rating: 18+ ONLY. minors DNI.

Word Count: 5.2k

A/N: I KNOW IT'S BEEN FOREVER (see: "definition of "forever"", meaning: 107 days). thank you for being so patient. As always reblogs are rewarded with a virtual hug if you're into that sorta thing. And if you're not on the taglist and you distinctly remember asking me to add you to the taglist, pls lmk, I'm dreadful at keeping that stuff organized. Much love to you all.

Fish disembarks with a playful nudge of your woodpile with the toe of his boot. “Good luck with your project, hermosa.”

“You can come check it out on Thrusday, bring me a little housewarming plant for it, huh? Something pretty.”

He gives you a lazy salute and wink. You don’t watch as he pulls out of Santi’s driveway. You zone out, staring at the clean vertical lines of your freshly shorn lawn. You can hear Santi still wrenching and clanking around in the kitchen. You didn’t hear their whole conversation, just bits and pieces, the fucking window was open and it wasn’t like you were trying to give them privacy anyway. You feel a bout of nausea swell in your throat and you can’t tell if its guilt, or if it’s morning sickness, or if its from the ungodly heat or a bodily reaction to the fertility hormones, but you feel on the edge of vomiting. You rest a palm over your lower abdomen. It could be in there right now. Jay’s face pops into your head and you want to cry. You take a deep breath and rest your head against the slatted outer wall of your craftsman home. You don’t know how long you’ve been staring out at the lawn with the echos of Fish’s words humming against the insides of your skull when the clanking stops and Santi comes to join you on the porch.

“Filters all set up, I’m letting the water run. The booklet said it has to go for an hour until it’s good to drink.”

You don’t respond, so he continues,

“I put the five gal under it though, so it catches all the water… I googled it and it said that the filtration test water is safe for plants, so maybe you can use it on some—“

You cover your face with your hands to hide the tears that well up in your eyes.

“Hey!” Santi crouches down to your level quickly with his popping knees and puts a reassuring arm around your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” You shake your head, still hiding your eyes and you laugh incredulously.

“Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Thank you, Santi.” You sniff a sob and laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation.

“Could’ve fooled me with the waterworks, I— what’s this pile of… stickers?”

You wipe your eyes to see that Santi’s brow is scrunched, investigating the clump of alphabet’d small stickers in between his fingers.

“It’s… I thought…” you hiccup. Dammit.

Santi laughs. “Don’t tell me, Vin. Did the little earthquake I caused make the stickers fall off?”

You sniff the snot back into your nose and you nod. “You know what? That’s exactly how it happened.”

“And then they all banded together in a pile to hide from the aftershocks?”

“Nailed it. Two for two. You’re on a roll.”

You take a deep breath, hiccuping despite your best composed efforts, and Santi fully lowers himself beside you, arm still around your shoulders. He squeezes you close to his side. He smells like sweat and basil, lemons and lawn clippings.

Santi follows your line of vision to the freshly manicured lawn. “Are you crying about the hedges? I know I did them a little bit short this time, but—“

“I heard Fish.”

Santi’s grip loosens almost imperceptibly and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

“He doesn’t know what he’s talking about, Vin. Love the guy to death but he’s been a martyr since recovery. ”

You nod in reluctant agreement.

“Hey….People are going to think what they’re going to think. It won’t stop with Frank.”

“Yeah I know it’s…”

The lawn is pretty. You hone in on a bee writhing on a violet blossom.

“It’s the hormones, I think.”

You know its a lie, even as it leaves your mouth. It doesn’t convince you and you sure as shit know it doesn’t convince Santiago.

“Hormones, huh? Sorry about that.”

You hiccup and laugh, “not your fault. No need to apologize.”

Santi stretches his legs out from under himself and sighs. “Well if the turkey basting did it’s job, I think it’s only fair I share partial blame, don’t you think?” His grip tightens on you once more and you laugh through a fresh bout of tears, you rest your head on his sweat dampened cotton shirt, wriggling your nose to alleviate the itch.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper as a fresh flood of tears escape.

“C’mon, Vin. You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” He kisses the top of your forehead casually and rubs your shoulder, letting you shift closer to him, wrapping your arms around his middle.

“But I do. I really really do.” You bury your face into his cotton clothed chest. “Even fucking now, I can help myself… I cosign you to all my bullshit. You’ve been picking up my broken pieces, letting me cry into your t-shirts since day one, since ground zero. It’s not fair to you.”

“This shirt is filthy anyway.”

You shake your head against his chest.

“This is the hormones talking. That ovulation injection is no joke.”

“Maybe you should go lie down.”

“I’m not tired.”

“Delusional and stubborn, huh?”

You smack his chest lightly.

“Go take a nap, Vin. Lie down. I’ll get you some water… some fresh reverse osmosis water… in an hour.”

It’s hard to move, to leave this spot on the sweltering porch, it’s not exactly comfortable on the floor, but your face is resting on the soft cotton of Santi’s t-shirt. He’s content to let you, just like he’s always been; content to let you call the shots, to dictate the direction, no matter what fucking storm you decide to steer the ship towards.

You eventually concede to a nap and Santi walks you upstairs. He takes off your shoes, and tucks you into your bed, clothes and all. He leaves for a while and in your in-between-states-of-consciousness, Santi sets a glass of water on your nightstand. He’s certainly thinking you’re fast asleep as he pulls your duvet snugly to your ears. You fall asleep totally after he softly closes your bedroom door and when you wake up two hours later, there’s a fully constructed plant shelf on your front porch.

The next few days pass like any other. Every morning you arise to bake something new, forgoing the oven on Tuesday’s sweltering morning temperatures to concoct some no-bake oatmeal cookies that cause Santiago to outright hoard the batch in his fridge, making you promise not to give them out. You’re too cranky and tired on a novel lack of caffeine to put up much of a fight.

You never mention the plant shelf to Santiago, but on Wednesday morning there’s a large pot of vibrant green basil on the shelf which you’re certain is his doing.

On Thursday morning you head to the fertility clinic to test to see if the initial ‘turkey basting’ was successful. They take your urine sample and you twiddle your thumbs, seated with your bare ass on the butcher paper in the empty exam room… they tell you it has.

You’re pregnant. Pregnant. Your heart rate picks up and you have to lie down, the paper crinkling under your back and behind your hair as you cup your mouth with your hands and begin to cry… again. Fucking hormones.

The usual surly nurse congratulates you and tells you to come back in eight weeks for the ultrasound. Ultrasound.

You don’t trust yourself to drive home straight away. You wonder around the neighboring shopping complex and people-watch families. Families on evening walks, families out to dinner, families smiling, families bickering… You hold your abdomen and laugh to yourself. And cry. Again.

By the time you get home, the sun has already gone down. Santi’s driveway holds additional cars, like most Thursday evenings. the boys are over to watch the game. You quietly exit your car, you sit in the dark on your porch swing and watch Santi, Will, Benny, Frank, and Tom through Santi’s dining room window. They clap shoulders, hold cans of beer and shout playfully at one another. The noises are an unintelligible hum that swells in your heart. After about 30 minutes, Fish drags Santi to the front window and points to the street. Santiago cups his hands against the blaring light of his living room to peer out into the darkness. He’s looking at your car.

In a matter of moments, Santiago is walking down his driveway and up yours. (he never jumps the hedges. Fastidious, that one.) you smile to yourself as he fixes he hair and squares his shoulders, preparing to ring your doorbell when he spots you in the dark on the swing.

“Vin!” He takes a step towards you and pauses.

“Hey” You don’t know if he can see your face in the shadows or not, but something keeps him from advancing, from joining you on the two-person swing.

“Why aren’t you over there? You didn’t even tell me where you were going today, but, that’s, that’s okay. Everyone’s been asking about you. Ben brought that dip you like and Fish swore up and down that he hasn’t told anyone, besides Rach, obviously. So it’s not as if you have to explain anything. If you don’t want to.”

Santi scratches the back of his neck and takes one more shuffling step closer to the swing. Hesitant. “Vin?”

“I have to tell you something.”

Even in the dim lighting you can see Santi’s demeanor sobering up. He crosses his arms and immediately responds, “Okay, yeah, I have to tell you something too.”

“I— huh?” You weren’t expecting any new information.

“You first.” You can’t see his face but you know him so well that you know by his tone of voice the exact face he’s making. That defensive clenched jaw thing that he does with the upwards chin tilt. You’d bet a million dollars that his chin is high in the air.

“Come sit.”

It takes a few beats before Santiago joins you on the porch swing, but he eventually does. The chains creak, his knees pop and he exhales expectantly.

You don’t want to keep him from the game, god only knows what important plays he might be missing, so you decide to come out with it.

“I went to the clinic today and—“

“You did?! Why didn’t you tell me? I could have—“

“I wanted to go alone, just in case, I—“

“What’d they—“

“I’m pregnant.”

You’re grateful for the darkness of the porch which keeps Santiago’s expression a mystery. Beyond the hedges, through the glow of Santiago’s living room window, a muffled cheer erupts. Shouting, clapping. Must’ve been an impressive score.

“How are you feeling?”

“Been crying like crazy. Not sad crying. Just lots of crying. Crying for no reason. At sunsets. At families holding hands. At life insurance commercials… At my best friends watching a football game one house away…”

Santi sits there in silence. You can’t even hear him breathing. You continue.

“Other than that, I’m good, I— it still feels unreal, you know? But I feel good about it. It was so quick, too. Wasn’t it? I don’t know why, but for some reason because of all the rigamarole the clinic put me through I thought this process was going to take months or years or something. But, first try, and bam. Which sounds about right when I think about it. It’s you, after all. Mister tactical soap. Of course your swimmers would get into formation and attack at dawn. No survivors.”

“Those ovaries didn’t stand a chance.”

“No they did not.”

“You don’t have to come over if you don’t want to— I can give you some space.”

“No. I want to. I want to see everyone. I know its only been a few weeks but I miss those idiots.”

“Lets do it then.” Santi rises and you hook your arm through his offered elbow. Once you step out into the illuminating glow of the street lamps you see the way his mouth is quirked up in an easy smile. His eyes are slightly glassy from the lagers and the texture of his stubble, the way it folds in at his barely visible smile line… without thinking you run the tip of your finger from the corner of his mouth, up to his ear.

“I like it when you smile, old man.”

The lines deepen around his mouth when his smile expands.

“Congratulations, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

- - - - - - - - -

The get together is a typical Thursday evening fare. The only difference being your abstinence from alcohol and general lack of interest in football has relegated you to maidly duties of replenishing drinks and snacks while the testosterone crew shouts at Santiago’s flatscreen.

The boys are invested the game, but you enjoy watching them watch the game. Benny is by far the most into it, which makes him the star player of the crew. He throws his poor worn ball cap to the ground when the play doesn’t go his way, stands up when he shouts. He claps and hollers when his preferred team scores and paces around during time outs. You might blame his passion on his proximal youth, but you don’t believe time will be capable of stripping him of his fervent fanaticism.

By the time you get there it’s past halftime and the “games a dead horse anyway” according to Will (Benny disagrees). You collect your hugs from each of the boys. The hug from Frankie is longer and tighter than usual.

After the game is over, the boys play some low-stakes poker and one by one each of the crew retreats to the living room to ‘rest their eyes’, the place is a mess, the boys are sloshed and and passed out on the various soft surfaces of Santiago’s living room. You help Santiago clear away the detritus of a night well spent and just before midnight Santiago offers to walk you back home.

“Would you? I wouldn’t want to get lost on my way in the dark, and this sure is a bad neighborhood. Just last week someone stole the Grossman kid’s skateboard off the front lawn. These streets are dangerous.”

“Pipe down, you’ll wake up Tom.”

You glance down at a particular patch of cozy carpet on the living room floor where Tom’s long body is splayed out, snoring like a logging factory. You roll your eyes and stage whisper to Santiago, “Yeah seems like a real Princess and The Pea situation. Better slip out quietly.” You exaggeratedly tiptoe out of the front door and put your finger up to your lips and whisper-yell at Santiago, “Close the door GENTLY!!”

Santiago shakes his head, shuts the door, and joins you on the driveway.

“Oh! Look at the moon!” Its a full one, slightly yellow and impossibly big this evening. “So pretty.”

You don’t know it but Santiago isn’t looking at the moon. He’s looking at you look at the moon. The way your eyes are all big and glittery. That awestruck smile you have. At something as simple and as constant as the fucking moon. ‘Look at the moon she says, how could I possibly look at the fucking moon when she’s so… So what, Yago? What is she?’

Santiago stuffs his hands in is pockets and looks up at the moon. It is pretty.

You grab him by the elbow. “Lets lay on the driveway and look at the sky for a little bit?”

“What? Right now?”

“No. Not right now. How horribly convenient would that be? Lets meet back here at oh three-hundred hours when we’re too sleepy to enjoy it.”

“Fine, wait here.”

Santiago turns to go back in the house.

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m not laying on the driveway without a blanket.”

“Good idea… oh, Santi, while you’re in there can you make me a cup of tea?”

Santi raises his eyebrows. “Herbal tea?”

“Yes. I’ve come around. Matured. One herbal tea please.”

“Coming right up.”

You lay out on the driveway in the warm summer evening, stretching out with your hands behind your head. You get lost in time for a bit, staring at the beautiful clear sky.

Santiago stares at you from the porch. Blanket and tea in hand and admires you quietly, bathed in moonlight. Content. Pregnant. Pregnant with his child. Not his. Yours. Dios.

Santiago spreads out the blanket next to you after handing you the steaming mug. You set it down and scoot over till you’re on the flannel fabric. He lays down next to you, mimicking your hands-behind-head position.

You don’t turn your head to look at him when he speaks. You continue to stare up at the full moon, the clear sky, terrified that he might not be looking up at all.

“You hoping for a boy, or a girl?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know… I guess I’ve always wanted a girl. But after taking care of these dopes for so long, I feel finely attuned to caring for dudes… I’ll be happy either way. How about you Santi, do you have a preference?”

“Do I have a preference? No… no.. I mean. I know you’ll be great no matter what.”

“Yeah, thats a given.” You laugh and nudge his elbow with your own, “but have you had your heart set on either?”

Santi shakes his head, staring at the sky, “I haven’t had my heart set on anything, Vin.”

“I think the gender is the least of my concerns anyway.”

“What’s the most of your concerns?”

“Raising it as a single parent… if I’m co-signing them to a doomed life…”

“You’re gunna do great Vin. Don’t be nervous. I’m here for you.”

“I know. I know you are. You don’t have to be.”

“I know I don’t HAVE to be but I want t—“

“Why though? Why do you feel endebted to me? Why did you do this, let me walk all over your life without a fight? Is it guilt? Guilt I can understand. I’m well acquainted with guilt. Is that what it is? Or is it pity?”

“Pity? For what?”

“For the Widow next door that you have to entertain, the sad girl you invite to your get togethers. The crazy plant lady who can’t hold a screwdriver.” Your hands drift to your stomach.

Santi huffs with incredulity and shakes his head. “It’s not pity. I want to help because… that’s just who I am. I don’t know Vin, I see you, you’re there, you need help, I help. It’s not that complicated.”

“Not that complicated? You’d call this ‘not that complicated’?” Hot tears betray you, you hardly even try to stop them. Not here, in the open blanket of night, Santiago tilting his head in concern towards you.

“Don’t cry. Please Vin. You’ve been crying to much lately, what’s wrong?”

“I miss him. I miss Jay every fucking day. I wake up and his photo is right fucking there. I think about putting it away… I did put it away for a while, but I even missed THAT… so I put it back. On the nightstand.”

“What would you say to him?”

“Huh?”

“If Jay was here…. Not alive, but a spirit or ghost or something… what would you say to him? If he materialized right now?”

You wipe your eyes. “I’d ask if he was happy. If he was safe… I’d probably ask him if heaven is real. If he’s in heaven. If he met Elvis…” You laugh.

“And what else?”

“And then I’d say… I… I needed you Jay. I needed you. I’d say that sometimes I’m still so angry that you’re not here that it makes me scream. I’m angry that we never went to that stupid ‘Party Time Taco’ restaurant we kept getting flyers for, just to see how bad it was. I’m angry that you didn’t have a fucking last will and testament, so it was on me to guess at everything you would have wanted. I’m angry that you left me alone. And I think sometimes I get so angry, because if I felt sad instead, I’d fall apart.”

You don’t know at what point in your sobbing rant that Santiago’s arm came over your shoulders, but you’re grateful for his steadying embrace as your tears slow down to faint hiccups.

“You wanna know what I’d think he’d say?”

“What?”

“That he’s proud of you. He’s proud of how strong you are. He’s proud of you for getting out of bed every morning. He knows how hard it must be. And that he couldn’t imagine anyone being a better mother… and how badass he thinks it is that you’re doing this on your own.”

“Thanks, Santi.”

“He also says you shouldn’t be watering the backyard for fifteen minutes in the evening. Do five in the morning and 10 at night”

“Oh he said all that did he?”

“Yep. don’t shoot the messenger.”

“What was the thing you had to tell me?”

“Hmm?”

“The thing. When you were on the porch you said you had something…”

“Yeah. I… I’m taking a job in South America.”

“Where at?”

“Can’t say.”

“You don’t know?”

“No. I know.”

“Ohhh… one of those.”

“Yep.”

“How long will you be gone?”

“Don’t know.”

“You don’t know at all?”

“Not really.”

“Not even a guess?”

“Vin. C’mon you know I can’t tell you.”

“A week? A month?… longer? Blink twice if it’s longer than a month.”

“I don’t know.”

Your hand drifts to your stomach.

Santi breathes out, “Are you upset?”

“No! Why would I be upset?” Your voice squeaks defensively.

“Because I won’t be around while you’re…”

“I said I’m fine! I’m doing this alone and I meant that!”

“Yeah I know. I’m just worried.”

“About?”

“Oh I don’t know Vin, If something happens to you and you can’t get in contact with me.”

“If I were you I’d be much more concerned with doing some sort of clandestine mission in a foreign country.”

Santi is silent.

“Will you call?” You ask softly.

“If I can.” He replies at the same quiet level.

“Send a postcard?”

Santi barks out a laugh, “Yeah I’ll send you a postcard. Greetings from redacted! With all incriminating details blacked out in sharpie.”

“You going alone?”

“No. The guys are going with me.”

“All of them?”

“The whole gang.”

“Must be a big job.”

“You could say that.”

“When do you leave?”

Santi takes a deep breath. “Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?! As in, like, today-tomorrow?”

“Yeah. I’m all packed. Tonight was a last hurrah stateside.”

“How long have you known about this job??”

“A while.”

"And when the fuck pray tell were you planning on telling me?"

“Fuck I don’t know Vin, I didn’t want to stress you out. I kept trying to find the right moment to tell you but, I don’t know, I didn’t want you to worry and you’ve started crying again and..”

“Hormones!”

“Right, hormones. I didn’t want to stress you out.”

“Well I’m considerably less stressed now, learning that you were so worried about this trip yourself that you decided it was better to keep me in the dark and wait till the last possible second to clue me in rather than just tell me. Did you tell the guys to keep it a secret from me too? A last hurrah party and not one of them mentioned the international travel plans the whole night?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It is. You don’t have to tell me everything, right? That’s… you’re not… it’s fine.” You pat his back “Sorry for freaking out. If you say you’re going to be fine then I should trust you, right? You know what you’re doing.”

Santi nods and is tight-lipped when he mutters, “Right.”

“You need me to water your plants or anything while you’re gone? Get your mail?”

“Already taken care of.”

You nod and click your tongue, “Well, it’s getting late.” You dump the contents of your herbal tea onto the lawn and hand Santi the mug. “Will I see you before you leave?”

“We leave in, Santi checks his watch. 5 and a half hours.” He says with tight apologetic eyes.

“Five and a half hours,” you mutter under your breath. “You need a ride to the airport?” You ask more loudly, already deciding that if he says ‘yeah that’d be great’ you’ll laugh in his stupid chiseled face.

“We have a shuttle coming… but thanks.” He looks so tired. But so what if he is, it’s his own fault if he isn’t well rested for his trip.

“Well then, you better get your beauty rest. Those boys are going to have raging headaches tomorrow.”

You get up and rock back and forth on your feet facing Santi. His knees are bent, one hand clasping his wrist, eyebrows downturned with concern.

“I’ll see you in… well… when you get back.”

“Vin—“

“Goodnight, Pope.”

He doesn’t rise to chase you. Doesn’t grab your wrist and force you to hug him goodbye. Doesn’t wipe away your tears with his thumbs. He remains sitting on the driveway when you get inside your home. And when you lay down in your bed, tears soaking your pillow, he’s still out there, staring at the fucking moon.

You have a nightmare. Not the usual horror of Jay collapsing in the middle of highway 1, the recurring playback panic of the last two years. No, in this nightmare you’re sitting on your porch in a rocking chair, holding a potted plant, one so big it crushes your thighs. Santi’s house, usually pristine and well kept, is condemned, paint chipped, windows smashed, lawn overgrown. You rock faster and faster out of control until the ceramic pot falls off your lap and crashes to the floor.

You wake with a gasp and leap out of bed. You nearly trip over the sheet still caught on your foot when you rush over to the window. It’s still dark outside. Santi isn’t out there any longer, neither is the blanket or your mug. You look at the clock. 4:30. You sigh in relief. They haven’t left yet.

You throw on a robe over your nightgown and go downstairs. You turn on the kettle before getting the ingredients out to make biscuits. Those idiots really shouldn’t have drank so much last night. You figure the least you can do is make them some breakfast sandwiches they can take with them. It’s not like you’ll be able to get back to sleep.

You’re wrapping up the last of the sandwiches (seven in total, one for Santi, Fish, and Redfly. Two for each of the voracious Miller brothers) when you see a blue shuttle van pull up in Santiago’s driveway. The sun has barely risen and the muffler steams as the driver beeps twice. You put the sandwiches in a paper bag and forget your slippers in a hurry, meeting the boys with their pack laden arms as they unload their bags into the van.

“Morning, Vin!” Fish greets you, causing Santiago to nearly snap his neck when he turns around in surprise. You hand the bag of breakfast goods to Fish.

“Mmm what’s this?” Frank pokes his nose into the bag and breathes deeply.

“Just a little something to soak up any remaining tequila.”

“Ugh, please don’t say tequila” Benny groans, shuffling off his pack into the trunk before he wraps you up in a hug. “Take care, Vin.”

“I will.”

In turn, each of the boys hugs you and thanks you. You tell them all to “be safe” and that the “welcome home party will be at casa de Vinita. With plenty of tequila.” Benny groans again. Santi watches you, arms folded leaning against the passenger door of the running shuttle. The boys load in and buckle up. Benny is already ripping into the parchment paper of his breakfast and will snatches the bag with a gravelly, “you’re an animal, Ben.”

You lock eyes with Santi, a strange anticipation tingling in your fingers. You both jump slightly when the shuttle driver beeps his horn. Santi glares at the driver who points at his watch.

“Pinche… give me a minute, Kay?”

You take two barefooted steps towards Santi and wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head on his chest. He holds you close, like he’s giving you a concentrated dose of hugs, giving you a full month’s worth of embraces in one sitting.

“I had a nightmare about you last night.” You whisper so only he can hear. He inhales deeply and rubs his hands carefully up and down your back. You can feel the gripping dance of his fingers through the material of the robe and it makes you shiver. You grip him closer. “Be safe. Please.” You whisper, hoping you’re the only one who registers how desperate your plea really sounds.

Santiago’s hands skim up to the sides of your face and he gently pulls your head away from his chest. You choke back the makings of a whine. You don’t want the hug to be over, not yet, you’re going to miss him. He rubs his warm thumbs against your cheeks and there’s no warning at all, no hesitation, no eyes flicking to your lips, no sweep of tongue to wet his own, when he kisses you on the mouth.

It’s slow. Achingly slow. Your gasp of surprise is muffled by the insistent pressure of his mouth. You can’t be sure, but, if he he had been hugging you in prepayment of all the embraces you’d miss in the coming weeks, then this kiss is surely back payment, with interest, for all the times he’s stopped himself from kissing you in the past. Recompense, remuneration; a distilled unspoken passion. There’s nothing ‘first-kiss' about it, not clumsy, not awkward, not unsure. It feels practiced, steady, anticipated. The tingling in your fingers makes total sense and you use those same fingers to glide through his silvery thick curls when you tilt your head and open your mouth to him.

He twists your form in his broad arms, angling your faces away from the van, causing one of your bare feet to leave the ground and lift slightly like a wilting ballerina in swan lake or something out of an old movie.

There’s a romantic reverence in the way his tongue moves with yours, his nose pressed against your cheek, hot steady breath blowing comfortingly against your face.

You both jolt again and break apart your lip lock when the shuttle driver lays on the horn.

Santi doesn’t so much as furrow his brow at the driver when he steadies you back on two legs.

Frankie brushes the driver’s shoulder, and with a mouthful of biscuit says, “Pero qué coño! give him a minute, wéon.”

You blink rapidly and stare at your feet. What the fuck?

“I’ll be back soon.” Santi promises, squeezing your hand assuredly before climbing in the passenger seat and closing the door.

Frankie gives you a wide eyed smile before sliding the back door closed and you can hear the muffled admonitions of the driver as he hastily pulls out of the driveway and speeds off down the residential street.

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fabbyf1 · 4 months

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Hiiiii so I might be completely wrong with this one, but I think you’ve once mentioned that you went to the Austrian GP?

If the answer is no, pls ignore this ask, I’ll be embarrassed

If the answer is yes, would you mind giving some insights to a first time GP-visitor who is only mildly anxious about it?🥺🥺

Did you have GA? Did you camp there? If yes to either pls share some helpful insights 👉🏼👈🏼

Also what can I expect from stuff like the fan zone? What’s the food and drink situation like? Were you able to hear on track commentary? Do I have to run and hide because things are scary and everyone is going to hate me?🙃

BESTIEEEEE I would love to answer these questions for you.

YES, i went to the 2022 Austrian GP!! (shoutout to the gayest lestappen celebration ever.)

i drove to the track every day, so i did not camp. there were plenty of parking lots (big grass fields) with free parking. there were TONS of signs on the highway and on the local backroads directing you to the track. i had no problems finding it, even on the first day. i stayed at an airbnb about 45 minutes away (because it was GORGEOUS) and i never had any issues or sat in too much traffic getting there each morning.

i sat in the T3 grandstand, which was a fucking HIKE. a HIKE bestie. my calves are still burning. it's hard to tell from watching the race, but that shit is way up at the top of a hill, and the parking lots are all down at the bottom near the pit straight. there was no way around hiking that bitch every day lmfao.

there was a big screen right near me, but they don't play the sky commentary on it. every race i've been to there's been a local commentary instead. so in this case, it was german commentary. so if you don't speak german, you won't know what's happening. (pov you're me trying to translate what i could to my Texan bestie because she was LOST lmfao. don't worry guys, i got this.) the cell service wasn't great, but you'll have to keep in mind that my lil American phone was data-roaming and literally trying it's best lmfao. so it might be different if you have a European plan. not sure how that works. but if you have data, you could pull up the sky commentary to listen to and that would be helpful in knowing what's going on.

i'd say the biggest drawback to going to ANY race is that... it's really hard to know what's happening. even if you can fully understand the commentary. it's not the same as watching it on tv. it's not a bad thing! you just... might be a little lost sometime and miss a lot of the on-track action. it's fun to watch the race afterward and see everything you missed.

the food and drink situation was pretty good! there were lots of different stands selling all sorts of food. everything i ate there was really yummy. it was all pretty reasonably priced, from what i can remember. our tickets said no outside food or drink, but i brought a reusable water bottle with me every day and they never stopped me at security.

please drink LOTS of water. more than you think you need. especially if you're drinking alcohol. and wear LOTS of sunscreen. the sun was insane.

there were lots of reports of fans (specifically female fans) being harassed during my race. which is honestly... so fucking disgusting. and i'm so sorry that happened to people. but thankfully, i never ran into any problems. everyone i met there was really nice and everyone in the grandstands seemed to look after each other. and it's not just because i'm a max fan either... i have a very obvious Lewis tattoo on my forearm that lots of people commented on lmfao.

but as your Cool Aunt, i would say... regardless of your gender or your appearance: be cautious, don't get too drunk, keep your eyes open, and always have an escape route in your mind. but that's my advice for anyone leaving their house though, lmfao, not just a gp.

i think you're going to have a great time, bestie. i loved that weekend so much. idk if you're a local or have been to Austria before, but if it's your first time there, i hope you enjoy it. it's one of the prettiest places i've ever visited. i can't wait to go back one day.

#kate is rambling again but now it's about the red bull ring lmfaoooooo

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dino-mp3 · 6 months

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blog intro :)

3-23-24

Hello I’m Dino! I wanted to make an introduction post for my tumblr since I decided I wanted to start posting to motivate myself and others! I thought it would be nice to list my personal goals, interests, etc. :)

also pls ignore any grammar issues I don’t feel like putting this through Grammarly :,)

Goals

Work towards a 4.5 gpa: I have currently maintained a 4.2 gpa for this school year I wish it was 4.5, but I have 2 b’s :( So I’m going to work towards a 4.5 for this last quarter and senior year!

Become a better speaker: My ultimate career is to be a lawyer! With that comes working to be a better speaker. I get quite nervous when it comes to taking to a large group of people and start to talk fast. On top of this at my mock trial meet I messed up my direct horribly because of how nervous I was to talk in front of the judge and jury :,)

Get best lawyer during Mock Trial Comp: I won best attorney this year, but I don’t think I deserved it…I want to be more confident in my win this time around!

4 or 5 on AP Exams: I want to get a 4 or 5 on both my AP Lang and APUSH Exams in May! I need to study and practice hard though, but I’m willing to put the hard work in ᕦ(ò_óˇ)��

Practice flute more often: I play the flute for my schools band and while I have only been playing for 7 months now I have to keep up with people who have been playing for 5+ years :,) With that I want to practice more to keep up and for my personal interest of just becoming more skilled with the flute!

Turing in homework on time: I have made a bad habit of turning my homework in late which is so bad oml I need to get out of it

Exercise: I want to start working out regularly to lose some weight :) While I’m at a healthy weight I just want to lose a few pounds for aesthetic purposes, but in a healthy manner!

Love myself more: I forget to remind myself that I have gotten so far and I have evolved over the years. I want to make sure that I know that I’m worthy of love even when I’m at my lowest.

Interests

Music: I’m a big fan of all genres (even some country songs too) but I’m a big listener of k-pop! But here is a list of my favorite groups + musicians: Red Velvet, Melanie Martinez, Laufey, Idelwork, Frank Sinatra, NMIXX, Ive, Megan Thee Stallion, Flo Milli, Poppy, Lesserafim, Aespa, Newjeans, Infinity Song, Kiss of Life, and many more!

Media: I’m not going to list every kind of media I’m into but here is a small taste! Big fan of ARGs, Indie Horror games (puppet combo specifically), Mascot Horror games (FNAF + Poppy Playtime), Anime (although I haven’t watched anything recently, but my fave is TBHK), K-dramas and Thai-dramas, YouTube video essays (TRO, iNabber, Primik, Stephanie Soo), Cartoons (Owl House, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, MLP, stuff like that), RPG + Dating Sim games (Shooter game HATER here), Sitcoms, Snoopy/Peanuts, Miraculous Ladybug (biggest MariChat lvr) Twisted Wonderland (Azul my love) and a BUNCH more things I’m into, but I’m not going to list them all like I said :,)

Hobbies: Doing my nails, playing my flute, writing fanfics (don’t judge I BEGGG), reading (pls recommend books for me to read, I love the classics too), deco (for my photo cards and notebooks lol), and makeup!

I think that should suffice for my introduction, though it looks a bit long…I’m a blabber could you tell?

Anyways thank you for sticking around for the end! If you want to see any updates on my goals or read my blabber about my interests don’t hesitate to follow me! (Also follow me on Ao3 @/dino_mp3 if you’re an Azul lvr bc all my fanfics are about him) This tumblr is more of a casual stop for me to be more myself and work towards a better me :) But thank you again and I hope you have a good day/night! Don’t forget to drink water :D

-Dino

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buckybarnesss · 1 year

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Instead of pack mom let Stiles be the wine aunt (more like uncle)

I mean that’s basically the Liam plot - where Stiles absolutely is on one hand totally second hand embarrassed at Scott’s tries to tell Liam but also totally not being helpful about it at all. Kind of amused actually.

No pack mom‘ing at all.

(Also pls someone needs to do a gif compilation of unhinged stiles moments. Guy voted in favor of murder and torture, has sticky fingers like hell and absolutely admitted that one of the things he fears the most is the power he felt while possessed. This is a gremlin held together by the moral of it being against the evil guys. Like his dad and Scott and the rest are the reason he doesn’t start a judge jury executioner routine on what he deems evil.

I bet the school would vote him „future serial killer‘ every yearbook. )

i talked about this once with @dear-massacre.

stiles wouldn't be drinking wine. stiles in an goblin that is shotgunning a monster with a 5 hour energy chaser while staring you directly in the eye at 8am. he's having heart palpations and visibly shaking but it's fine.

and here's my thing: scott is derek and stiles is peter.

derek sees himself in scott all throughout season 1 and he's so deeply angry at his younger self he has problems seeing scott as scott. scott has misplaced anger at derek because he did not get a choice in becoming a werewolf. he was bitten without consent and thrust into this insane situation. derek's the easy target of all that misplaced anger, confusion and fear. derek's entire approach also wasn't great so scott wasn't responsive to it and constantly caused scott to dig his heels in further.

but peter and stiles? oooh boy. those two are the spiderman pointing meme.

for peter stiles is a mirror that both captivates and disgusts him. they share a cunningness, a similar brilliance that for peter is like narcissus gazing into a water pool but stiles disgusts him too because whereas peter's highest purpose is the continued existence of peter hale stiles isn't nearly as self-serving. he sees that as such a waste. and stiles? stiles doesn't want to be like peter. he says as much when he rejects the offer of the bite. stiles sees peter for what he is and this fascinates peter.

none of this stops stiles from being an unhinged little freak that is kind okay with murder. if not for scott and the sheriff stiles would be more terrifying and beacon hills should be very, very thankful. he advocates for people to die quite a few times and threatens it more than once.

when scott bites liam stiles is so exasperated by the entire situation his soul evacuated from his body because it was embarrassing. scott literally bites liam in a i need more hands situation. when scott gives liam the same line derek says and stiles's is just completely aghast at not only scott's audacity but he's knows how scott reacted to that (but it's the only model scott knows which honey boo no).

stiles was the reluctant step-dad to liam for a good portion of season 4. liam was the kid scott brought into the relationship and stiles was just like

#my blog #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #unhinged goblin asshole boy

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the12thnightproject · 2 years

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Can I request a Headcanon of the Ikemen Sengoku guys in an airport/plane with MC, pls? I can imagine a group of grown men (except Kennyo b/c he's more mature and calmer) fighting on who'll get sit next to MC.

Hi Anon!

Thank you for the ask. I hope you are having a nice week…

Now… as to your question, this might be half headcanon, and half a logic problem, along the lines of, “if seventeen warlords and one MC arrive at the airport for a 5p.m. flight, who sits next to MC?” So it’s like math, which is not exactly my strong suit, and if I lose a warlord en route (I mean, airports are kind of like giant wormholes anyway, and if Delta can lose one of my suitcases between Minneapolis and Cleveland, it's equally easy for an airport to lose a warlord... or twelve), my apologies.

We begin with 17 warlords & MC approaching the ticket counter. As it happens, the answer to the question “who sits next to MC” is determined right at this moment… but I’m going to leave you in suspense for a little while longer (because besides myself, only two other people know the answer to that question, and one of them is a sweet elderly lady who works for the airline).

Our next stop the baggage drop off… where Mitsuhide hands Masamune a water bottle laced with sake, and tells him to drink it quickly because it can’t go through security. Five minutes later, an unconscious Masamune is in a steamer trunk bound for Hawaii.

Now 16 warlords & MC reach security… and we lose Kenshin immediately, because he packed Himetsuru Ichimonji in his carryon, and threatened to kill the TSA Agent who requested he give it up. Of course Kanetsugu stayed behind with his lord, as did Sasuke, who decided he needed to stick with Kenshin to prevent a TSA massacre.

The 13 warlords who survived the TSA experience make their way through the terminal. Unnoticed by them, Mitsunari steps onto one of the moving walkways. He is not seen again, but six months later, is discovered squatting in the stockroom of one of the airport bookstores.

Soon after, Ranmaru and Keiji, enticed by the music, detour into the Karaoke Bar, where they are discovered by a talent agent and placed in a new J-Pop band.

We’re now down to 10 Warlords plus MC, but this is the moment that Hideyoshi reenacts that scene from Home Alone where Mom realizes that Kevin is missing… except instead of screaming “Kevin!” he screams, “Mitsunari!” and goes off in search of his lost vassal. Meanwhile, it will probably come as no surprise that Yoshimoto has vanished in the depths of the retail area of the airport. This is also the moment that Ieyasu and Motonari realize that being in an airplane means they will be trapped in a giant tin can with over 500 other people and nope out of the entire experience.

The 6 remaining warlords and MC continue through the airport, where their numbers actually increase for a little while when Kennyo attracts a small group of homeless Hare Krishnas who imprint on him like baby ducks, and trail after him. Unfortunately, while trying to talk them out of basing a new religion around him, he loses track of time, and misses the flight.

And so, it should be 5 warlords plus MC who make it to the boarding area of their flight. Except remember I said I was bad at math. We lose Kicho to the space time continuum in some kind of weird infinity loop which would make sense if I were good at math, but I am not. Basically Kicho has disappeared, but not to worry, he’s probably happily causing mayhem in early 20th Century San Francisco.

So now at the boarding area, we’ve got Mitsuhide, Nobunaga, Yukimura and Shingen standing around, looking at each other. Mitsuhide, Nobunaga and Shingen all claim that they are going to sit next to MC. Yukimura would certainly like to sit next to MC, but even he knows that MC can only sit next to two of them, and he’s not going to go against Shingen.

But…. Wait a minute… when they print out the boarding passes at the gates, they discover that the seats are already pre-assigned! By luck, or more specifically, by a sneaky strategist who (1) figured out that the ticketing agent is the person who has control over the seat assignments, and (2) flirted with said Ticketing Agent to assign specific seats, it is discovered that Shingen and Yukimura will be sitting on either side of MC. Mitsuhide and Nobunaga have been assigned seats in the last row of the plane…

…by the toilets.

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flawlessgems · 5 months

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1 4 5 6 7 14 16 17 21 for the ask game that tells a lot about you (pls don't feel pressure to do them all, i probably wrote down to many again lol)

you literally made my day night by sending in these asks 🤗😘

okieee, let's get to it!

how do you take your tea/coffee?

lol I don't. I've had coffee once and nearly threw up and tea just feels so . . . thin. Not just with actual texture (never thought I'd be describing the texture of a liquid before . . .) but with flavour as well. I really just drink water. I don't have much opportunity to drink anything else, unless it's Ginger Ale when my stomach is not the best

4. what was your favorite tv show as a kid?

good grief- I don't know. The two filmed tv shows I watched the most were Wanted Dead or Alive with Steve Mcqueen, and a BBC Robin Hood with Richard Green. I also watched a lot of the animated show Tom and Jerry, which is a family favourite

5. summer or winter?

okay, if we be going like aesthetics and songs and just vibes? then summer all day. But if we be doing this for the temperature? Then winter. I can't pick winter for aesthetic reasons because winter for me is just sometimes cold, but mostly cool, which means no snow. Come January and February, it's just rain.

6. realist, optimist, or pessimist?

definitely a pessimist. I love watching Fail Army and get my motivation to get through the day from reading demotivational quotes. I'll share one with you: be a bridge, so I can walk over you to better places

7. rain or sunshine?

I don't mind rain so much if it's actually raining, and not just cloudy with a drizzle. I prefer sunshine though. One of my favourite destressing activities is swinging on a playset (call me childish; I don't care. I also still sleep with stuffed animals) so I prefer sunshine in order to do that. But I've done it in the middle of a rainstorm too, so I just have to prepare for possibly ruining my clothes and freezing for hours afterward

14. what is your defining personality trait?

oh geez- how do I answer this without sounding like a complete narcissist? I wish it was 'character trait' instead. But personality trait? People have told me I'm funny, I'm a pessimist, and very creative (I've dabbled in writing stories of various genres, poems of all kinds, and even songs; I can paint with watercolour, draw with both coloured and graphite pencil; I've built some pretty cool fantasy builds with LEGO; I tried my hand at sewing, but sucked at it; slightly better at cross-stitch but I still hate it; I can do the basic knit stich; I am pretty good at crocheting--even did a section of an advanced quilt! and I think I should stop bragging now. If I was trying to avoid sounding like a narcissist I definitely failed)

off that rabbit trail- I think my biggest personality trait is my sensitivity. I'm very sensitive to verbal negativity (which is why I became a sarcastic bitch to try and hide the fact that I really just want to go to that corner over there and cry) as well as pain and other discomforts (both my own and others. It's rather annoying. Like my mom got a paper cut and just told me about it and I almost cried). I'm also sensory-oriented, so I can get sensory-overload very easily.

16. are you an only child? oldest/middle/youngest?

teehee nope! I am one of the oldest kids in a family of over a dozen

17. what would your superpower be? how would you use it?

uhh I'm an introvert, so teleportation would be nice. I have experienced a horrific amount of super-embarrassing moments (that probably nobody else thinks about I'm just overthinking it as usual) so it would be nice to just be able to yeet myself out of there so I don't have to endure the awkward silence.

but flight would be nice too . . . I could use that to look into bird's nests

and elemental control? like damn- FIRE?!

but seriously, my overthinking mind just gave electrokinesis like the ultimate god mod. Think about it, if you could sense and manipulate electricity, you could hack into people's phones and text them, you could have every stoplight be green, and SERIOUSLY--your brain has electricity in it- I COULD SENSE PEOPLE AND MAYBE EVEN MANIPULATE THEM. But, like in a freeze-your-body or slap-yourself-in-the-face kind of way. As for accessing memory banks, I don't think I could do that. BUT THEN- LET'S GET EVEN DEEPER WITH THIS- everything is made up of protons, electrons, and neutrons, so if I could manipulate that, could I like . . . transform?!

also, to any writers out there, please don't take that electrokinesis idea. I came up with that for a story 😭

21. the best ice cream flavor

I can't remember what it was called, but it was this ice cream that was basically a combination of cookies-n-cream, cookie chunk, and oreo ice cream, and it was a BOMB. If it has chocolate in it (unless it has peanut butter 🤮) chances are high I'm going to like it

#ask game

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Omg belle good thing you know it was me I forgot to put a label😭. And about ur posts not uploading in the tags, i don’t really know how to help with that maybe you just need to refresh tumblr or smth? but I hope that you will still stay in tumblr right? But yeah ur right a lot of writers are complaining about tumblr and its getting really annoying for them too

Anyways pls take care of urself, have a breather, take a nap drink some water then deal with it again okay? I know u work so hard but health always comes first. I luv u belle🫶🏻

-💙

There’s only one person who obsesses over Oliver on my blog- and that’s you. Plus I can tell who is who by language and familiarity. I can’t be fooled that easily tbh (￣∇￣)

I tried refreshing tumblr but it doesn’t seem to work- I sent out emails to support staff and I’m waiting for their reply, I’ve even tried reuploading by deleting the whole fic and then trying again, first it was the links and then it was this. Not to mention I had other weird accounts and harassing messages (and sometimes really kind messages sent to me Ty for those) And other tumblr users are having issues are having issues as well? The only blog I interact with is Zari’s through my moots account (including other accs of my followers as well - but it’s mostly reblogging stuff) and I think she had issues with posting her things too… I will be on tumblr, yeah but I’ll probably be posting more of my things on ao3. On the positive side of things, I can get more solo fics out for characters… hcs is something I write when I get lazy or get guilt tripped into not posting enough. And with ao3 there’s more quality control? Like you get really good quality content on ao3, ofc other authors here are great as well- but the real stuff is on ao3. I don’t read ff here anyway and I’ve nearly stopped reading on ao3 as well, but not completely cause there are some amazing content creators there as well- but tumblr is also getting really annoying cause the algorithms been built in such a way where smut is given more pref than the actual writing (like I get it erotica- fun stuff is fun stuff) but at the same time my writings are more of 90% leaning more towards the plot and 10% leaning towards smut - cause my plot writing is heavy and the smut… well passable. (Haven’t gotten into more serious things so far) and that’s why I think I should move to ao3.

I’ll keep this account running ofc so that I can have better interaction with my anons, but posting wise- it’s getting really sloppy for me here. Not to mention I get followed by…. nude accounts here (literally got one rn on @isagiusagi - my side account). All the time. Ao3? I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem. Ik I sound over dramatic and everything but this is a plot I’ve been working on for 3 months and it’s 7.3k words. Smut part that I had to slog over and the cry over some of the dialogues. Not to mention that on ao3 the maturity labels are more easier to set. On tumblr, the moment I put a maturity label, my work won’t show up on the main tag until I take it off only for it to get flagged down again - yeah tumblr sucks cause of that. Followers and likes never really mattered to me (cause I’m posting for myself and wanna get an opinion out there too regarding characters) and it’s actually nice to see people interacting abt my work with me here and I’ll to keep that going in future as well. As of now, I’ll post more on ao3 since my fics are longer, with more content cause I just think my writing is built for that platform- not to mention the yandere content that going on there

I heart u too blue 🫶🏻

#belle.☏#.lost sheep : 💙 anon

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starjxsung · 3 months

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STARRRRR HI BBBBYYYY I MISSED YOUUUUU. SORRY I'VE JUST SEEN THE OTHER NOTIFS AND SRUFF. I've been busy😞😞😞. HOW ARE YOUUU THOUGH. I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU YOU'RE GONNA LOVE THE TEA.

So, I think I bagged myself a girl🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. FINALLY CAUSE LIKE MY DUMBASS SELF WSS TOO SCARED TO TELL HER. But I invited her over and we watched Howl's Moving Castle, made brownies and just chilled. Then she pointed to the other side of my room, and I thought she was pointing at my cat (cause she only came over for my cats smh/j) BUT WHEN I TURNED BACK AROUND, SHE GOT CLOSE TO MY FACE. I backed up...cause I don't like it when people are in my face. SHE GOT SAD :(( she hid under my blankets and didn't come out for a while. So when she finally did, I kissed her. I WAS SUPER SCARED TO DO IT BUT I'M GLAD I DID.

Then after, when she was leaving, she pulled me in again. KDKSKSKSOWWJJ I couldn't stop thinking about it LIKEEE. STAR I LOVE WOMEN AND THERE'S NOTHING ANYONE CAN SAY TO CHANGE THAT🙂‍↕️

anyways I hope you're good!! Get plenty of rest and eat good food and drink water. In the words of Han Jisung "Eat eat it's okay you eat. YOU EAT."

MY ANGELLLLLL I MISSED U WAY MORE DONT APOLOGIZEEEEE ive been super busy w work too I’m still so slow w my asks it’s CRIMINAL……

ALSO NOT ME COMING BACK FROM HIATUS TO YOU W A WHOLE GIRLFRIEND HELLOOOOOOOO THAT’S SO FUCKING CUTE?????? The way it was a howl’s moving castle date too FUCKKKKKKK the whole thing just scratches an itch on my gay little brain I LOVE LOVE…. I LOVE WOMEN……. AND IN PRIDE MONTH TOO???? BE WHOOOO YOU AAREEEEEE 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

Real talk I am so fucking happy for u pookie that’s so fucking gay and adorable pls keep me posted on all ur future gay endeavors (this is a threat) RAHHHH. GIRLS 🤞💝💘💓💞🫶🏳️‍🌈

I LOVE YOUUUU I HOPE EVERYTHING IS SO GOOD TO YOU ALWAYS i am sending u off with a very platonic kiss on ur cheek bc it looks like you have the rest covered ! I AM EATING AND STAYING SO HYDRATED I PROMISE. I LOVE U

#ask

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dailydumpofmadness · 1 year

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Beach Memoirs #3

Memories of the Beach #3

On my 19th birthday I organized a beach bonfire. I invited all my closest friends, got us a shuttle and we headed for the beach at around 4 PM. I had only one goal for the night and that was to spend the entire night chilling out under the stars with my closest friends.

The beach I had chosen was one I had only recently rediscovered and instantly loved. It was coconut beach. The first beach I had ever been to and had apparently not been back to since I was a toddler. The water had been clear and devoid of gross seaweed deposits. The beach did not seem to be heavily trafficked so it was quite clean. And, maybe I’m remembering this wrong but I believe it has also been a few minutes away from the nearest main road so it gave this illusion of privacy. I felt instantly bonded to it and so it was chosen with little extra thought.

The day of my party had started out superb. Only one person had flaked on me (an extraordinary occurrence). And everyone had agreed to bring the food and drinks themselves. I remember thinking to myself, I’m 19. I’m grown. I’m about to show everyone just how grown I've become. I had this custom made pink princess dress and a tiara (which was trendy at the time pls stop judging). I planned and delegated everything to the T! I was definitely the star of the night and I felt the love and the appreciation from the people who chose to be with me.

Orr…at least I think I did? To be quite honest I was drunk and had taken an edible so I really don’t know if the night was as good as I remember it to be but I do know this. Those people and I are forever bonded together for two main reasons.

1. By our shared experience of seeing a herd of black cows walking in the shadows on the beach. They were just far away enough that none of us were absolutely sure if we were having a shared hallucination or if this was an undeniable congregation of flesh, hoove, and moo. I certainly wasn’t brave enough to go find out so we made the collective decision to ignore these cows as they seemed to also be ignoring us.

2. Our near death experience which really could have been avoided and was totally my fault. I believe it was around 2 AM when I had received a call from my father who had been extremely mad and was yelling at me for not being home yet. Let me just say, for someone who had been expecting a happy birthday call it had been extremely traumatizing. He claimed that I had never explained to him that I would be out on the beach all night, which was extremely dangerous and irresponsible and blah blah blah and so I needed to get home right away and he’d better see me in my room before sunrise.

Looking back at it now, I should have just said no. What was he gonna do? Call the police on me? We weren’t hurting anyone…actually…what I REALLY should have done was tell him that it wasn’t a good idea for my friends and I to leave because we were all drunk and high. Especially my designated driver. HE was the drunkest and highest of us all. But I didn’t say that. Instead I looked at my friends and said… “My dad said I need to come home…sorry guys…we need to pack up.”

I don’t remember what people’s reactions were at the time but we were all still living with our parents at that time so I believed they all got where I was coming from. The nuances were unsaid but still very clear.

And so, we packed up, killed the fire, packed into the bus… and had the most terrifying, unstable and chaotic, 3 AM drive we’d ever had in our lives to date.

Luckily we all got home safe, my friend J, the driver, crashed on my couch until maybe 7 AM and then went home. J and I haven’t spoken since.

The night didn’t end as planned and I still haven’t done an all nighter on the beach to this day, even with all the freedom that I have now. But everyone I ask says they remember that night fondly. Especially me. Maybe I’ll try to do a reunion for my 29th birthday haha. Wait…how old am I again?

#writers on tumblr #beach memories #lamentations #writeblr #creative writing #true stories

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mnovenia · 1 year

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Day 6 & 7 in Korea - 1 & 2 Aug 2023

Day 6 in Korea - 1 Aug 2023 (It's a brand new month)

Woke up trying to forget what happened last night, Bella just said kopark mabok banget ya, and i was like whatever, let's not talk about it. Idk this part of culture the drinking part, if it's acceptable even in church's perspective.

WRC begin that day, we're heading to Dr Robbin's near church to eat with our Bali Camp leader. I dragged all my suitcases along, and ate the best pumpkin soup ever. Kwonsanim treated us, gave me precious alba mask and said: you're always seem so positive, cheerful, sincere, and bright. Even we didnt manage to talk a lot during the camp, but I can tell your character :""") aduh mo nangis gak sih, inget Marsh the glory belongs to God alone, not a single thing is from your effort OK! be humble. Then Bu anita who's thoughtful brought a very delish cake from Paris Baguette as it's Kwonsanim's birthday. She shared about her kids who's grown up and why i still havent married lol. They planned to drive me to airbnb, so nice of them but i said im ok w taxi because I believe they all have other schedule. Bella was also having another meeting, i was wishing she'd join me as i nervous but nevermind, she called a taxi, i spoke to the gisanim who's kind. I politely said i didn't plan to go to gonghaeng, but pls just follow the address. He said: of course i knew you're a foreigner etc and spoke kindly to me, drove me to the closest part of my air bnb and gave me a bit of discount to. Hehe thank you God i survived again in this country with your guidance. I managed to open the room well, with fancy door, smelly old dark building just like in the drama and it's actually in the area of Lotte where i went with Bella droven by taekyun oppa last year. So I settled down, bought water etc to 711, but twas the hottest day ever 34 derajat till i was so exhausted. I bought water, coffee, snacks, refill my t card and the ahjumma was so nice, saw me with pity and treated me nicely. Praise God, everywhere I go, God brought light at the back of my head kynya, that people can only see the good in me and trying to be kind :'') that's when I realize geu bitchero that I have to share to the world.

Then I rested for a bit, was so tempted to not going WRC because it's only for a while and I had to take bus for the 1st time n a bit afraid. Anyhow, in the heat I managed to go, found Yewon church, stopped at KBS, Ibu Anita already messaged me, I know I was late going n trying to figure out the bus etc, Bella was worried too n asked me to take taxi instead but nope.

I arrived and listened to Luvim: Love. Idk why I felt a bit emotional, a bit lonely and loveless when I live alone. Everybody (my bali camp team too busy with their lives and can't always entertain me, etc). Maybe that how God wants to teach me ya, it's lovely to be surrounded by family and friends. However, if i think about it know, i shouldn't bersungut2 and just keep going cheerfully, enjoy a bit of loneliness and having own time. I didn't know that even in a week God can changed the whole situation and gave me the best memory in Korea, nomu sarang sereopta :)

It was a nice time with kwonsanim, Jihoon, ci Yenni, Salomo, etc. It was an opening ceremony so we watched online and sing together. I sat at the 3rd culture group. Afterwards around 9 everybody is leaving, so is ci Yenny etc, but I decided to have fun uhuhhuyy..

I went to Ehwa Hospital where Hospital Playlist scenes was taken. It felt like a dream come true HAHAHA, naik haji drakor mania. Twas such a nice memory, I took videos on my own, walking around even though it's dark etc. I wish next time I can come back with someone I like that can know about hospital and can show me around ;) Amen..

Then I headed home cheerfully, so freely like nothing is chasing me. I jumped to the bus and i saw kim seok jin's face (sticker) next to where I sat. hehe.. I make a video about a day in my life, then I went to pyenajeom GS near air BnB. I saw ik jun face everywhere, at mask brand, fried chicken brand (I sent to Jentya), I bought doosirak, kobuk chips, drinks, kimbap, honey butter chips OMO so good. If i weren't in IF program I'd ate rightaway. That's all, I managed to spend 1 night in my air b&b, so quiet and nice and adjusted well. Thank you so much Lord for protection and everything.

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epiclamer · 2 years

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hero is going to a movie alone. they're having a good time until villain sits down right next to them. medium to low horny (here have food and also pls drink water 🥞🥞)

Mmmm thank you anon!! This one also reminds me of my girl sooooo @save-the-villainous-cat here you are babes!

Cw: a little smutty

(No reposts but reblogs appreciated <3)

Movie Night

Hero let their eyes flicker across the screen mindlessly, barely paying attention. The movie was mediocre at best, they just needed something to do to get their team off their back, besides they weren’t really looking forward to another lonely night in their apartment anyways. The nights we’re getting cold and watching people double up and enjoy the holiday season was getting on Hero’s nerves. They weren’t a jealous person, but watching everyone strive in a domain they could hardly play in, it bubbled up inside them. They just wanted to live that cute romantic stuff.

The seat next to them moved, catching their eye, someone choosing to sit themselves directly to the right of Hero in a movie theatre that was practically empty. So much for any good time to themselves, now they had find a new row or convince the other to move.

Hero turned to face the newcomer, bracing for an argument and still debating whether or not they should just take their things and leave. “Hey-”

“Hey.”

Villain. Villain was here. Sitting next to them. In this dark and almost empty theatre. They were grinning at Hero, a bag of popcorn in hand and a drink in the other as they shuffled their butt in their seat.

“Mind if I join you, pretty?” The nickname wasn’t what somehow compelled Hero to nod, but they were sure that it helped. They would’ve never agreed to let their nemesis sit by them casually and watch a movie, but in a sense it calmed the raging loneliness in Hero’s heart.

“What? You want to keep staring at me, or do you want to watch this movie?” Villain never faltered, throwing Hero their sultry gaze as they munched on their snacks. Hardly giving Hero the time of day, staying focused on the movie but splayed out enough in their seat to have their arm rest against Hero’s.

The other quickly corrected themselves, eyes immediately turning back to the film playing on the big screen and a small blush creeping to their cheeks. Villains arm pressed delicately against their own and as much as they wanted to deny it and ignore the sensations it provoked inside their frozen heart; they wanted so much more.

Hero wanted to feel the villain, touch them, toy with them, tease them, whatever. As long as their hands could be on Villains body and Villains could be on theirs. They craved that feeling of mutuality. They practically wanted to flip themselves around and press their bodies together in this exact moment. They were falling apart and they needed the warmth of Villains lips on theirs.

“Enjoying the movie, hm?” Villain joked, watching Hero startle from their zoned out state. They were only teasing, but in reality they hadn’t been very focused on the screenplay either. Villain shrugged, feeling Hero’s eyes on them once more. “I give it… four out of ten.”

Hero scoffed, rolling their eyes at the other. “You’ve been here for like five minutes. You can’t make a judgement on a movie not having seen the whole thing!”

Villain smirked, listening to Hero ramble on about how film is an art and must be taken seriously, blah blah blah. It was adorable. And even throughout their mindless blabbering about cinema and the messages behind it, they kept their voice low as not to bother any of the other watchers. God, if Villain didn’t have their hands full right now they would’ve probably grabbed the hero and kissed them. But they decided on a softer approach.

Propping their popcorn bag on the floor and sliding their hand over to Hero’s inner thigh, Villain squeezed gently which seemed to stop the other in the tracks of their speech. Halting completely and blinking up at the villain with eyes like saucers.

“Hero, why don’t you tell me all about cinema back at my place?” When the crime-stopper shied away from a response, Villain continued. “Don’t worry, we can do it with my head between your thighs and your hands in my hair if that makes it any better.”

Now, how could Hero decline such an offer?

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hi! i have a request for enemies to lovers jungkook x fem!reader with 1, 3, 11, 97 from the prompt list, angst with a fluff ending pls. thank u so much, hope u have a good day <3 :)

feeling's mutual - jungkook x reader

pairing: choreographer!jungkook x dancer!reader

genre: mentions of stalking, (don't read if it's triggerin) koo to the rescue!, sliiiight angst, fluff! this turned into a mini fic, im sorry :]

a/n: another enemies to lovers but they're dancers this time! harry potter spoilers are also there (jic there isnt anyone hasnt watched/read the series) keep the requests coming, I'm having fun! you could also send in a song request if you think the prompt list isn't your thing ^^

wc: 1.8k

prompts:

1 - "can you stay? please?"

3 - "dammit because I love you!"

11 - "stay on the phone with me."

97 - "well, i promised, didn't i?"

you flop onto the cold floor, groaning from the latest dance routine your choreographer had just made. you know he did it just so he could spite you, to show you that, yes he knows hip-hop and yes, he's the superior dancer here.

"miss two left feet! how was that for a routine, huh? wasn't it the best I've done so far?" sweat dots jungkook's hairline in the sexiest way possible but instead of complimenting him, you flip him off, twice. "knowing i have two left feet, you still choose to torture me?" you look up at him towering over you, gleaming grin always so annoying. and cute. but also Annoying with a capital A.

"eyyy, all in good fun right? i'm closing up so get out, now." he says it in a fake stern voice which has got you rolling your eyes and getting up from the cool floor, grabbing your bag and leaving, shutting the door loudly like you always do. you put in your earphones and listen to the song jungkook and you were just dancing to, head bopping with the beat.

it's when you stop at a pedestrian crossing and casually look at your surroundings is when you spot the man, eyes boring into you. his all black ensemble doesn't make it better and when you break the eye contact, you find your hands shaking and you slip one into your pocket, lowering the volume so you could get a better hold of your surroundings. you glance at the old woman next to you, counting her money with a rickety trolley filled with boxes with what would've been tangerines. you walk with her when the light turns green, seemingly interested in what she had to say and show, heart rate raising when you see the shadow of the man getting bigger and bigger.

you wish the ground would swallow you up, right now. the innocent old lady went on her way, wishing you a good night and you couldn't go with her, making the way to your apartment even longer and tiresome. it's almost 12 and you spot the big 7/11 sign, immediately walking and going to the section with drinks. you randomly pick up a bottle and look at the price, making it seem like you're thinking about it, when in reality you're just realising that you couldn't call any of your close friends tonight, remembering the texts in the group chat and why it was only jungkook and you tonight.

you keep the bottle down and take your phone, fingers unconsciously and rapidly dialing jungkook's contact. you put it to your ear, iu's lilac playing as his ringtone puts a slight smile on your face.

"yo, two left feet, you left your speaker-"

"jungkook listen i can't tell this slowly so listen quick," you look around, finding the cashier playing away on his phone with the same man looking at the chocolates by the counter, "there's someone following me and he's gotten into the store i'm currently in and oh god," you hands shake even more when you can't find the man there anymore, trying your best to breathe properly. "where are you?" jungkook says calmly but you know he's rushing past people, apologies coming out from his lips. "the fancy 7/11 near my place, you know, the one with the expensive water bottles."

"stay on the phone with me."

he's breathing quickly and you're slightly shocked at his quick response, your feet glued to the floor. "where are you in the shop?" you look at the bottles arranged neatly in front of you, "the drinks section, they've got mogu mogu too now, shall I pick one up?" from your peripheral vision, you can see the aisle not empty, making it worser for your heart or mind.

"pick up the apple ones, the orange one isn't that tasty, blueberry should be good too," he must be jogging, you think, his earrings clashing against his phone. you slightly step away from the open fridge and immediately regret your decision, seeing the man walk upto your section. "j-jungkook, he's coming closer, where are you?" you whisper shakily, the bottles you held in your hand falling to the floor. "i can see the sign, i'm there okay? try to move-" a gloved hand puts the bottles back in your hand, his fingers brushing against yours eliciting goosebumps on your skin, the chill air from infront of you not helping you. "i've been seeing you all night and i thought i could take you home, you seem alone-"

"i don't think you should, really"

"darling, there you are! this place is pretty big, isn't it?" jungkook's pulling you into his side immediately, cutting you off. his smile drops immediately when he looks at the man, who doesn't seem very pleased. "i was talking to her-" "and you shouldn't anymore. now, leave before i make a scene, mister." jungkook puts you behind him, effectively shielding you. the stalker seems to finally go away reluctantly and your human shield turns to you, pulling you close.

"you're okay now," he murmurs into your hair, soothing hand rubbing your back up and down. you don't even register the tiny kiss he places on your forehead, "i don't feel like having mogu mogu now," you say quietly. jungkook nods and offers to buy you ice cream and you end buying bunches of lollies and ice cream cones. he pays before you can and he practically forces you to get on his back, his excuse being, "you're tired, i can see it. now, it's piggy back time, miss two left feet." which makes you get on him quickly, urging him to get home before the sweet treats melt quickly.

jungkook falls face first on your couch and you follow, sitting on the floor and leaning against it, mind still reeling from tonight's events. a tattooed hand reaches out for a grape ice lolly from the packet in your lap and opens it, the sweet yet sour ice poking at your lips. you look at the weirdo behind you, puzzled look shot at him. "have it, i know you didn't have anything to eat tonight after practice." you take a bite, wincing at the cold hitting your teeth and eyebrows raising at the taste. a gentle hand falls on your shoulder, jungkook also having a bite, eyebrows furrowed at the taste. you have been this close to him before but it's always in the presence of your friends, their wiggling eyebrows and suggestive eyes gestured at your close proximity with him.

it's like electricity flowing through you, breathtaking in a good way. jungkook silently feeds you the grape lolly, hands reaching for the vanilla ice cream. you can't stop yourself when you say, "can you stay? please?" you look at him nibbling the soft ice cream, eyes on you. "of course, where's your blankets? lets camp out here tonight!"

turns out "camping out here tonight!" is a Harry Potter marathon, popcorn in the bowl rapidly disappearing, courtesy of your human shield of the night. he watches you mouth dialogues hermione says, giggling and stuffing buttery popcorn in your mouth. it's towards the end of prisoner of azkaban when harry is saving his godfather and himself, jungkook decides it's been a night, your head on his chest and your hands wrapped around him in your sleep.

he quietly switches off the tv and brings you down with him, your big comfy couch enough for the both of you. he hopes you don't kick him out in the morning, already attached to the way you snuggle to him and enjoying the feeling of simply cuddling you.

the sunlight piercing through your eyelids wakes you up, annoyed at the sudden brightness. the snoring behind you and the arm on your waist brings you back to last night. you get up and look at him, mouth slightly open and face serene. you're slightly shocked he stayed but you don't say anything, feeling bubbly and smiley despite of what happened last night. he got into action quickly, making you like him more than you have before. a lone finger pushes his bangs away from his face, admiring him just for a little while longer.

"take a picture, it'll last longer, darling."

you move away from him, flinging the shared blanket off you, getting up and stretching your tired limbs. "can't believe you stayed, jungkook," you say honestly, looking back at him sitting up, eyes on you. "well, i promised, didn't i?" you nod, "its just surprising, that's all, given our 'history' and all," he chuckles at the stress you give for the word, "sure, darling" he gets up, "is it that difficult to believe i would do something nice for you?" he looks at you, face getting closer to you.

"yes it is, actually. do you not recall the times you purposely made me stay the nights to 'help you perfect the choreography' or when you point out my mistakes on infront of so many people?" you walk past him, shoulders pushing past his and walking to the kitchen, jungkook hot on your heels.

"you're a great dancer, you know i'll always need your help plus can't you take a bit of teasing? you don't think i notice you doing the same when our friends are around? you punching my arm at every chance you get or making me somehow lose at 'game of life'?!" you look at him, hie chest heaving up and down, "calm down, you big baby, it's not my fault you lose at such a simple game? don't get so worked up over something so little, okay?" you pass him a glass of water, already having downed an ice cold glass of water, chewing on the ice cubes.

"i don't get why you're getting so frustrated over something like this, it's not like i mean much to you and we're arguing like this everytime we-"

"dammit because i love you!"

well, that shut you up. you look at him, his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly.

"what i actually meant was-" "that you love me? i got it the first time, thanks."

you turn around and lean on the kitchen counter. you've always thought what would happen if you ever confessed your feelings for jungkook, never having thought what would happen if the opposite happens.

"hey," he starts, hand on your shoulder, turning you around, "can you please say something? i feel like I'm being left on read, you know." you smile and laugh sheepishly at the random comparison, head leaning on his chest. "i guess, the feeling's mutual." you mumble, hands slowly going around him. he wraps an arm around you, his tattooed hand lifting your chin up, "what do you mean you guess?" he teases, lips breaking into that big smile you love. you mimic his wide smile, hugging him tightly. he presses his lips to yours gently, holding you close like you'll disappear soon.

"glad the feeling's mutual, darling."

pt time: @armys-dna ; @joondiary ; @soobhyun ; @shatzkrinslinzki ; @highly-functioning-mitochondria

#jungkook x reader #jungkook imagines #jungkook scenario #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts fluff #bts fanfic #this was nice(ish)#requests are still open btw #i may close it on friday night #otherwise thanks anonie for requesting #<333 #chaenelcore

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