#at least this cute ask cheered me up a bit✨

[sketch-guardian]

Very stupid question can odons eye things spin as in if grab one of their horn things and move it will the whole eye move too? Like a steering wheel? Like I’m not even messing with you it has been on my mind since forever

First of all, I don't think that's a stupid question, but instead a valid one😌I honestly find the idea cute and funny💕

Also due to not knowing the RAD classmates too well, every question about them, as long as it's within the limits of decency, is legit in my opinion🤷🏻so please don't worry, because anyone can ask what they prefer about my ocs and you all don't have to feel dumb or embarrassed over your curiosity☺✨

Now let's move on to the ask (the headcanon is a bit short this time, sorry🙈):

ODON'S EYE-LIKE CREATURES PHYSICS

Considering that Odon's eye-like creatures usually float as a method to move around, it's feasible that by bumping into them or pushing their appendages, they would start to spin as if there was no gravity, provided they do not oppose resistance of course, in that case the movement would be short.

Moreover their black parts are also quite soft and elastic, with a flesh/skin consistency, so they're slightly squishy and stretchable, which means that it's possible to squeeze and stretch them a little, however not all the eye-like creatures would be willing to be handled in such way, therefore it's best to respect their boundaries and make sure they're in a docile and unstressed state before proceeding

(although them harming MC is highly unlikely, they could still show offense or worse even start tearing up, so MC shouldn't tease them too much-)

[aclowntiny]

Ateez Taking Care of a Sick S/O

This was suggested 5EVERRRR ago by @jacobbaeluvr & I straight- up forgot about this fora bit 🥲 but this is for you babe! & me cuz I’m super sick thanks ✨recurrent illness✨ *to the tune of Vixx’s On & On* I need surgery la la la la la surgery

Hongjoong

♡ *fails to hide disgusted expression at your snot* ‘Hey love, is it alright if I throw some of these tissues on the nightstand out?’

♡ Feels your forehead with his hand, saying you feel warm & making you test your temperature just to be sure. Slides the thermometer in so gently knowing how uncomfortable they can be.

♡ He has this relaxing herbal heat pillow that he warms up for you- it’s good for muscle aches, chills, or even just plain aromatherapy. You’re skeptical but he hands it to you & you’re immediately in heaven!

♡ Pulls you in close to his chest & takes a nap with you 🥺 even when you wake up his arms will be around you, one protectively keeping your head near his heart!

♡ Knows exactly how much time has passed between medicine doses & is getting you to take it on time like clockwork, even setting an alarm for it on his phone!

Seonghwa

♡ Makes 👏🏻 you 👏🏻 soup 👏🏻 even if you don’t really feel up to having a whole bunch he’ll insist on spoon-feeding you a little bit because the warmth will clear your sinuses & make you feel better he promises 🥺

♡ If you fall asleep you’ll wake up with a new box of tissues magically replacing your empty one & a fresh water bottle there in hopes you’ll stay hydrated. Seonghwa likes feeling like a magical little healing fairy but his heart goes 💗 when you thank him

♡ Traces shapes on your back as you lay together, making sure you’re ok when your warm skin shivers under his touch & smiling when you tell him not to stop.

♡ Flies some of his lego ships around the room for you when you say you’re bored. You’re like I meant the tv right there but this is actually so much better. He was so into making the whoosh noises for you ok?

♡ Undresses you but not in a weird way, just getting you out of sweaty clothes & into clean pajamas or a robe, pulling you into it & kissing your shoulder, then your lips 🩷

Yunho

♡ Holds your hand in both of his & tells you he’ll do as much as he can for you, so please just ask ok?

♡ The type to insist you do not have enough blankets, take one more actually blankets cure everything

♡ Proceeds to then roll himself up into a matching blanket burrito until you two are wiggling around like ridiculous blanket worms & you know what? It cheers you up at least & gives you your first laugh in 2 days, so success in Yunho’s mind 😌

♡ TBH tells you so many jokes & does little performances to distract you. Blanket cape superman impression. Cute version of an Ateez choreography. Dramatic ritual dance to ‘scare the germs away’. ‘Get out of my (y/n)!!! *hand wave*’

♡ Lifts you up & carries you bridal style when it’s time for bed, laying you down so gently it’s like falling on clouds ☁️

Yeosang

♡ Smooths back your forehead to give you kisses even if you’re kinda sweaty 🩷

♡ Will 100% offer to read you a story, this man is far too precious 😭 if there’s a royalty figure in the story especially a beautiful one he’ll change their name to yours!!!

♡ ‘Now will you believe me when I say you need to bring a coat when we go out?’ ‘But I like yours 🥺’ ‘Ok, then I’ll make sure I have it with me.’ On the inside he was thrilled because free excuse to give you his clothes heck yeahhhh

♡ Wriggles in under the fuzzy electric blanket the moment he’s done spreading it over you, making you laugh with his cute satisfied smile & nod.

♡ ‘Hiyah!’ (That’s the sound of Yeosang fluffing your pillow with little chops until it’s nice & poofy for your heard again)

San

♡ Gives you the biggest 🥺 eyes the moment he sees you sprawled out feeling uncomfortable, wishing he could take your pain from you 🥺

♡ Big spoons you immediately & tells you he won’t leave you until you’re feeling better! You can feel him nuzzle into you like he can’t get close enough, lending you his warmth.

♡ Softly sings a love song while you guys cuddle to remind you that no matter what state you’re in he will always love you 🥰

♡ San brings over a whole bag of supplies without having to ask, so he’s already armed with decongestants, tissues, painkillers, vapor chest rub, a container of a soup you like, water, electrolytes & vitamin C, & a plushie at the store he saw & thought might cheer you up when he was buying all that!

♡ Puts the chest rub on you so softly, pausing to let you adjust to the cold & holding your half-raised head steady while he does it.

Mingi

♡ ‘What do you have though? How bad is it? Do you need the doctor? I’ll go get the doctor.’ ‘Mingi no it’s just a bad cold-’

♡ Sits at the side of the bed holding your hands so dramatically as if you were in an irl medical drama until you just pat the half of the bed next to you & have him lay down to watch some tv

♡ Absolute KING though of making you your tea exactly how you want to take it. Insists on the peppermint blend though because duh it’s good for congestion, inflammation, nasuea, & like everything you could possibly be feeling 💁🏻‍♀️

♡ You guys nap together & the moment you wake up he asks how you feel, if it’s any better. When you say yes, a little, he takes your hands in his & claps them, giving a little ‘yaaaay!’

♡ Acts, in fact, like your healing is a personal achievement. Hypes you up like ‘wow, this disease has nothing on you. Look at you go, beating it like a pro. It’s so amazing how well you’re fighting this off’ while you’re just sitting there like Mingi this is not voluntary. He won’t hear of it, though, nope. Too busy gushing over your amazing recovery skills because you’re the best at everything, actually, & you know what maybe he helped too 😎 you guys are both the best.

Wooyoung

♡ OML you are not going ANYWHEREEEE

♡ If you so much as stand up behind Wooyoung’s back he’ll be like ‘Ah ah ah no whatever it is I can get it’. ‘Wooyoung I’m going to the restroom’ He deflates a little. ‘Ah, I see. …oh alright fine’

♡ Part of the not moving scheme is so he can throw himself onto the bed next to your blanket pile self & throw a leg over you & get in all the cuddles his heart desires >:)

♡ ‘What do you want?’ ‘Maybe just some decongestants? Thank you so much!’ Wooyoung returns, dropping like 5 pill boxes & 2 bags at your feet proudly. ‘What is all this?’ ‘I wasn’t sure what kind you wanted so I bought them all. Also got some lozenges~’

♡ Squishes your face & tells you how cute you are even when you’re sick. Just when you think the doting is up is when he starts kissing all over your cheeks instead of squishing them 😘

Jongho

♡ Probably the only one to actually sit down by you on the bed & just ask what you need lmao

♡ Intense battle between ‘nO I CAN DO IT YOU NEED REST’ & ‘yOU’RE SICK & I LOVE YOU STAY STILL’ but you always lose because you’re going up against Choi Jongho & besides hearing him say I love you pretty much always gets him his way

♡ Lays next to you & chats, watches tv, even just goes on his phone & lets you play with his other hand so you never feel alone 🥺 it’s quiet time for him to just make himself available however you personally are comfortable!

♡ If you feel sore anywhere, he’ll offer to massage it in a heartbeat if he can! Even if you’re not specifically sore he’ll do it because you aren’t feeling good, the least he can do is pamper you a little 👸🏻

♡ 50-50 on if he teases you or gets shy, but it’s a 100% chance he will sing you a lullaby if you claim any struggle sleeping & ask for a song!

[bg-brainrot]

Halfway through the BG3 Holiday Challenge ✨

Prompt: Holiday Spirit

Featuring: Astarion x Rogue!Tav

Series: Fits into Love at First Knife, AO3 link here

Premise: You’re used to being stressed: first, life as a rogue on the streets of Baldur’s Gate, then, surviving the Absolute. What you were unprepared for was how particular holiday stress would be. In particular, how stressful hosting would be. When Astarion notices this, he aims to get you back in the holiday spirit.

Tags: POV Second Person, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Fluff, Holidays, post-canon, comfort

Word count: ~1.4k (this was supposed to be short, what happened)

Midwinter is just around the corner and you find yourself running around like a madperson– well, more mad than usual. For some gods forsaken reason, you've decided to have guests over for the holiday– you even had the unmitigated confidence to tell your lover, ‘don’t worry, I want to do this myself.’ You haven't the faintest where to start.

Astarion, the perceptive vampire that he is, notices that as the days to Midwinter countdown, your 'holiday spirit' or so you call it, seems to be dwindling. On this particular evening he watches you as he leans on the doorway to the kitchen.

You're walking in circles, apparently unable to decide where to place a decorative candle. After you put it back in the same spot for the third time, he speaks up.

"Darling, are you alright?"

You jump, not realizing that Astarion's been there this entire time. It's rare that he surprises you, so your heart begins working overtime at the sudden shock. "Oh gods, Astarion," you breathe out. "How in the hells did you sneak up on me like that?"

He chuckles lightly and pushes off the doorframe. "I'm afraid I've been watching you for at least half an hour. It's been cute, mind you, but I figured I should say something eventually."

That brings a small frown to your face. Am I losing my touch? Or is it all of this damned stress? You're about to ask when Astarion places a finger on the corner of your mouth.

“Love, what’s the matter?” he says, prodding your cheek up to form a half smile. “You seem to be in short supply of your usual winter-merriment.” You move to bite his poking finger, but he avoids it easily, adjusting his hand to cup your cheek. “Darling.”

“I guess,” you start glumly, annoyed to be trapped in his loving palm. “I am stressed about this whole Midwinter get-together we have planned.”

He brings up his other hand to cup the other side of your face. “I can see that, my sweet. But why are you so stressed? They’re just our old companions.”

“Friends,” you correct as you give him a look. He’ll get used to the word eventually, you’re sure. “And it’s not them that I’m stressed about. It’s… me.”

You feel your face squished between Astarion’s cold hands as he says, “Don’t you dare say something disparaging about yourself next, I’m warning you.”

The glare you give him is quite likely the opposite of whatever holiday cheer is. “Then why did you ask?”

“Because I thought it would be something reasonable!” he says, indignantly, shaking your head a bit. “Like that you were annoyed Gale actually accepted the invitation.”

You laugh at that despite yourself, and you see Astarion’s self-satisfied grin at your reaction. “No, I’m afraid it’s nothing like that,” you say and your laughter turns into a sigh.

“Fine, tell me. But if you’re too hard to yourself, I will spend the rest of the evening lavishing you with praise,” he warns, finally letting go of your face.

"Astarion, I don't know how to be… domestic," you say the word like it may as well be abyssal. "The only things I know how to do are kill and apparently lead a crew of barely functional adventurers. What if the whole thing is a disaster?"

"You know, for someone who seems concerned about disasters, you sure run toward them a lot, my dear," Astarion replies with a smirk.

"You aren't helping."

"Sorry, sorry, I couldn't resist," he says and moves to grab your limply hanging hand. Holding it between his, he brings it up for a kiss and continues, “Well, if it makes you feel better, I don’t think any of us are very good at being domestic– except maybe Gale, I suppose.”

You groan at that. “You’re right, we should have let him host.”

Astarion tugs on your hand now, shaking his head. “No, no, no. That’s not what that means. What that means is that this is new for all of us, so none of us have any expectations. If your version of Midwinter involves decorating with skulls and blood, so be it.”

You give a breathy laugh at that. “I think only you would like that.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn't rule Shadowheart out either,” he says, taking a step closer to you. “And if you need more brilliant ideas like that, you know I’m here to help, love.”

“But I wanted to do this on my own,” you mutter, looking down remorsefully. “To show you that the holidays can be fun, even if it doesn’t look like it right now.”

“You know there’s nothing I’d like more than for you to prove me wrong,” he begins, finally closing the distance between you and pulling you into his arms. He speaks his next words into your hair, “But I think I’d still prefer it if you were having fun again. To me, the most important part of the holiday is living vicariously through your joy.”

You blink blankly in his embrace for a moment, surprised at how easily his words fill you with relief. “Are you sure you want to help?" you ask, squeezing him to you tightly. "I won't go easy on you, there's a lot of decorating, tidying, and cooking to help with."

"When have you ever gone easy on me?" he asks with a laugh. "And you might want me to steer clear of the cooking, but otherwise, I'm all yours, love."

Pulling away from him, you give him a good, long look, verifying he means what he says. His smile is sweet, his eyes expectant, and you decide that it's alright to let this go – you really could use a second pair of hands at least. "Oh very well," you huff, though you can't resist the smile that comes to your face. "But if at any moment you feel like you’re starting to hate the holiday, you have to warn me!"

He places a hand on his chest in a vow. "You have my word. Besides, I can all but guarantee you that this will be the finest Midwinter I’ve had in 200 years."

“Astarion,” you say, feeling an ache settle in your chest at his admission.

The vampire grabs you by the shoulders and says, “Stop that. I didn’t say that to make you feel bad, I said it to inspire you. Understood?”

“Yes, love,” you say, swallowing down the emotions that threaten to overtake you.

“Good. Now tell me what you need,” he says, releasing your shoulders and gently running his hands down your arms.

You nod. "Alright. Your first task is simple: where in the hells should this candle go?" You gesture to the very same candle he'd been watching you struggle with earlier. It stands awkwardly on your kitchen table like a testament to your frustration.

Astarion looks at it for a moment and places a hand on his chin as he thinks. He walks over to the candle, picks it up, turns it a few times. Finally, he answers you with, “In the bin.”

“What?”

“In the bin, dear. We can do better.” He walks back over to you and hands you the candle, a beautiful white thing that has little snowflakes carved into the side. You wonder what could possibly be wrong with it but he’s already answering you. “I know you were probably trying to be mindful of my taste, but this candle? This isn’t you at all. Where is the red one that smells strongly of cinnamon?”

“Oh, I didn’t think you like that–”

“Nonsense,” he says, waving away your concern. ”If we’re going to host others, we’re going to make our home reflect both of us and be appropriately festive. This is why you were struggling, love. You needed someone with vision.”

You smile at him, appreciating his enthusiasm despite the snark. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you’re starting to enjoy the holidays yourself, Astarion.”

“Oh, darling,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your waist. “You know I can find enjoyment in anything involving you.” His fingers grip you a little tighter and he gives you a naughty grin.

You raise an eyebrow at him suggestively and say, “That’s good, because I plan on keeping you busy all night. Let’s start with picking some placemats.”

Tossing the candle into a pile of decorations, Astarion and you get to work, setting up the home you’ve built together for the allies you now call friends.

[myers-meadow]

Got a short and sweet one for ya! BG3 character(s) of your choice reacting to someone going, "Aw, you two look so cute together! You should date!" and Tav—the object of his/her as of yet unspoken affections—just smiles a little bashfully and says, "Yeah, that would be nice."

(Also, I just wanted to let you know that I still leave with a big smile on my face when you talk about your thoughts and feelings about the thingies I send your way. I say this because I realized that one of my last messages might have made it sound like I only enjoy your drabbles and prompt fills—which I also absolutely enjoy as well, it's actually how I found your blog in the first place. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I appreciate your thoughts on my ideas/prompts just as much as I enjoy anything you decide to make with them; it always brightens my day a bit.) 🐾

omg, thats so cute aaaa. This one with Gale!! ✨

he'd be either flustered, or he'd give the most seductive look you've ever seen, and go "you hear that, Tav? well, what about it..." and then drop it until you come to him in the evening, more flustered than usual and bring it up yourself 🥺💞

I swear im not becoming a gale girly pls;;;

Astarion and Halsin are already very flirty and forward, right of the bat, so they would just take it and roll with it immediately, no blush, no pink tint to the ears, nothing hahaha. Astarion knows (or likes to think he is) very, very beautiful, so to him, it would mostly be an affirmation that both him and you are incredibly good-looking. (he actively thinks about how stunning you are btw, like he will look at you and lose his train of thought bc of it)

Raphael would play into it immediately, in order to seduce (and manipulate 🥰) you. "With such a charming creature such as yourself, I can't help but be flattered when hearing that. Don't you agree, my dear?" And he is def pulling you a lil closer <3. Next step is a dinner date by candlelight, because you're just that promising of a future client, and before you know it, you've fallen even more than you ever thought possible.

I love an upfront, not so easily flustered Tav to write, so the wistful "that would be nice" is really cute. Very telling for the dynamic already too, that they don't expect the feelings to be returned, but yet! They can't help but have that hope. 😭

xoxo Meadow

p.s. how did you find my blog? I'm so curious now hahaha 👀💞. Have I even done prompt fills/asks for bg3 before you? Or was it another fandom? (my memory is so bad omg...) I did those lil fics, like three of them, for Halsin and the devils?

p.p.s. I'm so glad to hear that at least these answers are a lil bit of cheer in your day! Thank you for clarifying that, although I hadn't picked up on it myself 😊. I appreciate that you don't have the expectation that each ask will turn into a fic or drabble, bc that is not really possible for me rn, however much I do want to write more. Stay strong throughout all that life throws at you! The game, fandom, and the characters will be there for you whenever you need some time away from real life <3

[sennaverstappendiary]

austrian grand prix ✩ 02.07.2023

AAAAND WE ENTER AUSTRIA!!! one of the bestest races of this whole season. my goodness gracious. around this time i was really getting into the flow of formula one, watching races, writing, editing, etc‼️‼️‼️💕💕 just having a ton of fun!! austria is a special one though, for many reasons, which i will list below 💌✨🌷

officially summer!! the sun is shining down on my face, life is pretty good - despite the heat ☀️💥 i was liking life!! also done with uni, which hehe, helped a lot LMAO i loved how i could spend all my time now focussing on my hyperfixation YAY 🥺🥰🥰 maybe one day i'll get to do that again...

this weekend was a very special weekend for me, as we had a wedding as well (IT WAS SO CUTE), which meant i would be missing sprint + a part of sprint quali... was i a bit upset? a little, but to be honest, i didn't mind much - i wasn't too scared. i found out later that the guy getting married is also a HUGE f1 fan so now we text while watching 🥺🥺🥺🥺💕���💕 f1 is genuinely one of the best things that has ever happened in my social lifejfdhgjhdfg 😭😭😭

qualifying was fun to watch!! i remember being a little stressed for a chole (charles pole), but max managed to get pole anyway 💕‼️💥 my sweetie... btw the fucking track limits were so funny. it felt kind of like a nightmare or a fever dream: one second ur driver was doing well, the second they were out even after qualifying section had ended... it was quite ridiculous 😵😵😵💥💥 the fia was crazy for that one OMG. ALSO!!!!! CHARLES WINK AFTER!!!!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰

i watched the sprint shootout in my car on the way to the wedding (i was obviously not driving)... lewis out in sq1 and nico in p4 were the highlights for sure hehe... 🌷💌✨✨ other than that it was nice being able to watch it with my brother in the car on his fuckass phone 😁😁

i think the sprint has the funniest story. the sprint started DURING the ceremony so obviously we couldn't watch, but alcohol 🍷 was handed out during the ceremony, and afterwards me, my brother and a couple of friends were hanging out around a table. i asked my dear brother to pull up the stream (intoxicated), he did - i saw max leading with a FUCKING 21 SECOND GAP in a SPRINT‼️‼️‼️😵😵😵😵 i literally cheered and then drank a whole lot more. god bless you max. thank you. 🥺🥰✨🙏🌷 i got very very drunk that evening - but my brother got more drunk sooo.. 😁😁😁

the race was so fucking awesome oh my god 💥💥💥🥰🥰🥰 quite genuinely obsessed with this one!! nurturing a giant hangover, me and my dad on the couch, with da tv on... me praying for a good race... 🙏🙏 and we got an AMAZING race 🥺🥺🥺✨ to start with: lewis snitching will forever be hilarious to me i'm sorry ITS SO FUNNY!!! him complaining so much that toto has to confirm that yes, they know the car is bad (OK P2 IN THE WCC.) 😭😭😭😭 so fucking funny. god bless jzhgfhsdgfs‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ but of course... my favorite part... or least favorite part. FUCK. ASS. PIT. STOP. i remember so vividly watching, turning to my dad after max asked for fastest lap, and saying: "oh wouldn't it be hilarious if max went for a pit stop now LOL i mean... he has the gap tee hee ha ha." I WAS KIDDING. I WAS FUCKING KIDDING. two seconds later. what do i see on my fuckass tv. box. box. i think i died. i started yelling so hard that my dad had to tell me to calm down JDSFJHDGS 😭😭😭😭 i physically almost threw up at the pit stop like it was almost so joever... but then it wasn't... LOL. max, you scare me sometimes. i love you. 💌🌷💕💕💕

✩ song of the race: daydreaming - harry styles

i just like this song okay... and i sure was daydreaming - and listening to this song a lot 🥰

✩ extra: a small photodump

[always-andromeda]

Meda!

your response to my last ask had me in happy tears!! I'm one of your internet pen-pals??? 🥹🥹 me??? 🥹🥹 I genuinely could not me more honored and I'm so glad that my messages can do even just the tiniest bit to cheer you up or share some comfort 🥰

and re: therapists - I totally agree! they'll tell me to try something and I'll be like "oh idk if that will work" but then I try it and it does work and then I'm like "oh yeah I guess they're like trained in this or something lol" 😅 And also I am so so proud of your for trying out the whole "thinking positive thoughts until you believe them" thing about your self-image!!!! that is so fantastic and wonderful and I hope it continues to work for you because you absolutely deserve to feel happy and beautiful in your body ☺️☺️

and godspeed on your schoolwork! when does your semester wrap up? (and also related to that, do you have a favorite animal - or a number of favorite animals? when I was a TA this past year I always gave my students "emotional support stickers" when we would review for an exam and I still have quite a few left over. I'm not sure if I could actually get them to you, but I could certainly take a picture of some to send to you and hopefully the cuteness of the stickers would make up for the fact that they're only digital? but also no pressure at all if you don't want them! (my brother has a phobia of stickers so I get it lol))

sending you huge hugs and all the best always always always!!

charlotte 🎨

Of course you're my internet pen pal!! 🥺 Yeah, being mutuals is cool and everything. But I much prefer calling them internet pen pals. It just feels so much fuzzier and more personal? There are just some internet friends I've made where I feel like they're my bunkmates at summer camp and you're definitely one of them! We might be total strangers, but you best believe that in the back of my mind, I think to myself at least once a week, "I hope Charlotte is doing well today." ☺️💞

As for school, I actually just finished my last final yesterday! Currently feeling lots of mixed emotions about it though because I always feel bizarre at the end of a semester. My brain has kind of been trained to feel worthless if I'm not actively pursuing something academic so summers tend to feel more depressing and less of a relief? I know I'll feel a bit better once I get my classes for next semester all lined up and once I can talk things through at my next therapy appointment though!!

And lucky for you, I am a massive sticker fiend (I have a whole container full of ones I've acquired over the years lol). So I would appreciate them wholeheartedly, even in digital form!! 🥹 And listen...I love...so many different animals. Turtles, monkeys, possums, raccoons, bears, foxes...those are just the first few that come to mind but I love so many different animals.

You're so very sweet to make the offer, Charlotte. 🥺 Thank you so so so much. And congratulations again on the masters degree!! Hopefully aside from the grading and moving, you have more time to decompress and pursue more of your creative outlets. Overall, I just hope that life gives you exactly what you're looking for because you're a lovely and hardworking person who deserves it entirely. All of my love, support, and hugs right back at you, dear. 💞✨

[hiding-from-hybe]

S.S Ark | KNJ

✨Summary - Aboard the Starship S.S Ark, it was your dream to become the next Captain. As a Starship Lieutenant Commander for the last four years, you’re deep in the dead abyss of space and you're under the command of a stern and serious Captain, who has no tolerance for the incompetent or laziness. You’ve been hard at work being the best Commander you could and now he’s about to retire and you are in line for the promotion.

(<>..<>)

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: 🔞smut, one-shot, sci-fi, ex-husband!namjoon.

Warning: vulgarity, swearing,

Words: 7.6k

As Starship Lieutenant Commander for the last four years, you’re deep in the dead abyss of space and you're under the command of a stern and serious captain, who has no tolerance for the incompetent or laziness. You’ve been hard at work being the best Commander you could and now He’s about to retire and you are in line for the promotion as the next Captain.

You mingle with everyone and take a drink from the Darsthrothian bartender who gives you the eye, he’s cute for a non-humanoid but you weren’t even sure you both had the right compatible sexual organs, you weren’t an intergalactic biologist but you were sure that Darsthrothian males didn’t even have a phallus and that when females laid eggs inside them they produced a toxin that would protect their young, much like Earthian Seahorses, the males would carry their young until they hatched.

After he hands you your drink he’s hailed down to the other side, a glass is placed down onto the bar from over your shoulder and you smell a familiar intoxicating scent, it’s nostalgically dreamy yet daunting.

“I didn’t expect to see you here Peaches” you knew that deep sultry voice, it was Commander Kim Namjoon of the S.S Archer, a twin ship of the one beneath your very feet. As you turn you’re struck with his handsome face that you hadn’t forgotten, but what hit you more is that his arms had gotten bigger and he was much more muscular than he had been when you last saw him, his dimples played with you, peeking as his smile lifts and you try to ignore him. He is a widely celebrated and decorated war hero and unfortunately for you, your ex husband.

It’s been five years since you last saw each other, news of infidelity plagued you. He didn’t even fight for the divorce back then, and there were no mediators dividing your assets between you both. You never answered any of the questions he had asked during your separation, and he had no choice to go without closure as you signed your rights away, letting him keep everything anyway as you were starting your life aboard the S.S. Ark. He had just got back from the war, he noticed you had seemingly lost weight at the time as he set off, the size of your dress was practically drowning you but there you stood today looking as healthy as ever.

“Likewise Commander Kim” You say, you’re unenthusiastic about his presence because now you’ve come into contact with him, the audacity to call you affectionate names, you find you're wanting to throw him out of the airlock and into the deep depths of space. “And don’t call me Peaches”

“What’s got your beautiful panties in a twist? Huh?” He jokes but you don’t find it in the least bit funny.

“You—I mean, you don’t have any effect on my panties”

“A-huh” He brushes off “If you’re down here, who has Dehasse got running the bridge?” He tries to dig at your position knowing you’re trying to advance to being Captain one day.

“Hensen Jung of course he’s second only to me, I was personally invited by the Captain and you?” You scoff, knowing full well he must have been invited by someone too.

“Admiral Khan invited me since our Captain passed away and since the old S.S Archer is being decommissioned he thought I could do with some cheering up”

“I heard about Captain Thomas, my condolences I know you two were very close”

“We were once close too” There he goes reminding you that you used to be together and all the unwelcomed memories flash through your mind.

“And we divorced, after you wanted me to give up my career” You sass making him sigh out and shake his head.

“We wanted a family—”

“No, You wanted me to sit on some stupid planet all alone while you were off on your space adventures, I have trained and studied too hard to be here and I will not give that up, I was twenty one years old, I had dreams too.”

“Ahh yes now that Captain Dehasse is retiring you’re out for his job”

“I am the number one candidate and I worked my ass off for five years to get there, without killing anyone or getting some stupid medal”

“War is war, I did my duty” He takes a swig of his drink the bitter liquid burning in his throat “Making it out alive and coming back to you was my only reward, I only wanted you to be safe but as soon as I stepped out of that rescue pod with the survivors, there you were in your Starship uniform, choosing your career over our marriage” His stance is firm and his face is twisted, offended that your mention of the war was in anyway his choice. He had to leave to protect the ones he loved.

“That’s why we’re divorced Namjoon” You whisper and walk away with your drink.

Captain Dehasse stands on the podium in front of the crew of the S.S Ark and guests, a vast starship that boards a team of intelligent and sophisticated crew members, the team are intently listening to his emotionally charged description of how he came to be captain and that whoever may take his place will hopefully stand up to the morals of their fleet and lead the starship as he once had.

“I’d only like to give one announcement” Says Dehasse and you fight through the crowd to get closer, this was it, your chance to finally be a Captain. “I would like to welcome Commander Kim to join our ship and become Captain of the S.S Ark” There’s ringing in your ears as you stare at Namjoon's surprised but happy face.

“Thank you Captain Dehasse, um— it’s an honour of course to be the new Captain” He starts, You worked your ass off all this time and now your ex husband takes the podium and starts to talk about how being Captain was an honour and how he will hope to fill in the shoes of his predecessor. Everyone laughs as the joke leaves his mouth and it cuts deep. You can’t listen to it anymore. Namjoon trails off from what he was saying while he watches you push your way through the crowd before bumbling on again which you’ve drowned out by moving further away from him to the other side of the room.

Everyone is dancing and having a good time together at the announcement of the new Captain, shaking his hand and wishing him well on his way to his new adventure but you’re fuming watching him smile as your intellectual mind is corrupted with alcohol.

Namjoon watches every move you make from a distance, you’ve already lost so you down another drink, he’s never seen you drink so much, he’s actually rather impressed you’re still upright and a tint of a smirk touches his face, until a young man comes to your side, slipping an arm around your shoulder.

“Hey Noona, are you okay?” He says to you as you slip your straw from your mouth to greet him back.

“Jungkook hey! It’s nice to see you” You hugged him a little too long, but his body felt nice as he wrapped his arms around you. It wouldn’t have been so awkward if Jungkook didn’t have a crush on you but as he embraced you fully he looked over your shoulder to see Namjoon clenching his jaw.

“Looks like the new Captain isn’t very happy” Jungkook began to sway with you to the music throughout the room.

“I don’t know what he’s got to be unhappy about” You deadpan as Jungkook leans you to sway with him a little so you’re slightly dancing.

“Power struggles?” He asks and you roll your eyes and scoff.

“He’s my ex-husband, I’ll probably be out of the job soon, and kicked off on the nearest habitable planet.

“Well he should be ecstatic that you’re on board, you’re a great Commander” You smiled in appreciation and Jungkook tucked his bottom lip behind his teeth, dragging his eyes from your face to the floor and back up to your lips, giving you a sexy stare. “Do you want to get another drink?”

“Sure” You agree, it seemed the only logical choice right now.

You drank your sorrows away, as Jungkook talked about his combat strategies with his new students he’s teaching and you just watched his mouth move but most of it went over your head as you continued to drink.

You notice his biceps flex as he’s talking, his hand gestures making them tense and relax as his voice buzzes in your psychological periphery. You lean over to him closely and he smiles as your body has rubbed against his. You shouldn’t be leading him on but it’s nice to feel his warmth against yours, and seeing Namjoon had made you realise it had been a while since you had been intimate with another man. To career driven to see the point of relationships but now it all didn’t seem to matter.

“You’ve drunk a lot Commander, maybe we should get you home?” You feel a shadow loom over your seat and you turn instinctively to no other than your ex husband.

“I think she needs to go and have an early night, you’re on first shift tomorrow morning Commander, you’re dismissed” You scoff at his audacity to dismiss you, son of a bitch had been Captain for no more than a few hours and he was pulling rank on you already.

“It’s actually my day off tomorrow Captain” You sneer.

“Not anymore Commander” He says and you just knew that life was going to be utter hell for you.

“I’ll see you later Jungkook” You giggle sway a little leaving the cafeteria and Namjoon is right behind you as you pace the corridor “There’s no need for you to follow me Captain, I know where I’m going, I’ve been on this vessel a lot longer than you—” You trip and fall over your own feet and now you’re sitting, sulking on the corridor floor wanting to just forget about the universe.

You refuse to move and passers by stare at you on the floor so Namjoon picks you up in his arms and you begin to struggle against him like a child, muttering at him harshly to get off.

“You can barely walk, I’m just trying to help” He says but you straighten up and carry onward as if nothing happened.

“I don’t expect any help from you” He sighs, you’re struggling but using the wall to support you, leaning into it until you come to a window.

This is what you wanted, the abyss of space, to journey the wonders of the universe, you’re drunk-dreaming of commanding your own vessel until Namjoon clears his throat and you scoff. “You don’t have to babysit me, These are my quarters, I’m quite capable of getting myself to bed Captain your quarters are on deck 8” He nods and you abruptly shoo him away from your door, flustered, you’re drunk and you’re not capable of handling anything to do with him right now.

“You're hiding something from me” He’s stares at you suspiciously, he’s onto you and you know it, but in your drunken state you toss it aside, Walking straight up to his chest, breathing in his scent confuses your senses but you needed to get rid of him, you look up through your lashes at him, the sexual tension is rubbing you both the wrong way as you push him softly backwards keeping him away from the door, you fumble with your hand print scan and clear your throat.

“If that is all, Captain” You whispered, turning into your quarters leaving him outside without looking back.

“Goodnight Commander” He says to himself before he turns around and walks away wondering to himself what could have been behind that door.

Namjoon went to bed that night frustrated, he thought maybe you were seeing someone but the way you were with Jungkook stirred up in his mind with doubt, seeing you again made him elated but your distaste of him seemed personal even though you were the one who divorced him over your career.

He couldn’t sleep, he could only think of your face in the darkness, memories of when he jumped out of that survival pod after the war, the confliction on your face, your torn expression when he had kissed you for the first time. Like you were going to burst into tears. Bleek and sad.

He had to know what happened in the years he was gone, it was only a month into his hero tour, that you filed for divorce. He thought that maybe you had found someone else while he was away fighting to keep everyone safe and the man who was with you earlier left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Agitation plagued Namjoon all night and even in the morning as he sat on the bridge. Looking out into the vassed glory of space he could only think of you sitting on his right side.

“Captain we’re being hailed” A crewman announced, bringing Namjoon to attention.

“Put them on screen” Namjoon commands the crew to answer and The com-link appears onto the main bridge, A Terrainian or more commonly known as a Terra-men sits with a gracious and welcoming smile.

“Greetings friends, I am the Viceroy Asor of the city of Arrou here on Terra II. We are ready and awaiting your arrival on our humble planet” He says, bowing slightly.

“Thank you Viceroy Asor, I’m looking forward to meeting you in person, I’ve heard great things about the progress of your province, I shall begin my departure and escort my Chief engineer to inspect the calibrations of your new teleporter, Commander Y/N will take the rank on the bridge”

“Ah the lovely Commander Y/N, lovely to see you again, have you been well?” The viceroy asks and Namjoon can’t help but feel a little bit annoyed.

“Yes very well, thank you. How is the Viserine?” You ask and he coyly smiles at you.

“She’s very well, she remarried and yourself?” He asks and Namjoon hates that you’re talking so openly with another man in front of the whole crew.

“No such luck I’m afraid” You reply and Namjoon clears his throat to gain the attention back to himself.

“Oh I’m—We will be glad to receive you Captain” The Viceroy bows a bid of farewell and the screen goes back to the beautiful depths of space.

“Henson Jung you have the bridge, I’ll be in my office, Orbit Terra II and my team and I will leave shortly” He says and you openly tut knowing he changed his mind and picked him because it would drive you nuts.

“Yes Captain” Salutes Henson Hoseok Jung, and you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“Leaving so soon?” You mumbled sarcastically to yourself.

“Hey, he’s a busy man, meeting with the Viceroy he’s got a lot of catching up to do” Hoseok says and you poke your tongue out as he preps the ship for orbit.

Appearing again after a while Namjoon takes his seat on the bridge, you notice the knot between his brows, and you know all too well that he’s probably been committing the Viceroys dossier to memory, Namjoon didn’t miss much when it came to details, you knew he would be well prepared.

You have to stay aboard the starship as Namjoon takes a shuttle to the planet below, as the first Lieutenant Commander and the Captain do not accompany each other off the vessel as again you’re next in the chain of command and as you’re making sure she runs smoothing Namjoon is off once again on a mission.

His team of scientists and engineers get to work on Arrou’s newest technology as Namjoon is escorted around the council chamber of the Viceroy. They sit courteously and discuss many diplomatic issues but there’s something bugging Namjoon and he can’t help but ask.

“You seem well acquainted with my Lieutenant Commander, Viceroy Asor, It seems you know each other”

“Of course, we’re acquainted, when the previous Captain of the S.S Ark sent her here a few years ago she resolved the conflict between my province and the neighbouring windowed Vicereine” He explained. “The Viserine was distraught in finding her husband had departed this world and blamed his poor health on the lack of medical support from the Capital city, but Y/N—” He blew out a relieved breath, “She manage to convince the Vicerine to open her borders to us here at Arrou for aid and they had bonded over a lot, since the Commander had also lost her husband during the war”

“I see” Namjoon's jaw jutted in knowing, he scoffed inwardly as he thought about his ex-wife telling everyone that he was deceased.

“I had hoped that she would stay with us, and I was going to introduce her to my oldest son Armand, but she was already carrying a child when she came to us” The information had startled Namjoon as he couldn’t comprehend that you would have a child since you were so driven to your career.

“A child..? Are you sure?” Namjoon asks.

“Do you not know your own crew Captain Kim?” Viceroy Asor lifted a confused brow.

“I’m still adjusting to a new ship and new faces, I suppose I have a lot of catching up to do” and catch up with you he will indeed.

“Speaking of, Captain Kim this is my oldest son Armand, My son we were just reminiscing, Captain Kim is the successor of the S.S Ark”

“S.S Ark? Is she here..Y/N?” straighten up his appearance looking around the room.

“No my son, she’s in orbit” Viceroy Asor points to the ceiling but Namjoon's eyes are fixed on the man whose eyes are wide and bright at the assumption that you were here.

“A Captain and the first Lieutenant Commander do not travel together just in case a tragedy befalls the Captain, if something happens to him then she will take command of the ship” His father explains.

“According to her I’m already dead” Namjoon mumbled but brushed it off when the Viceroy looked at him, not hearing what he had said.

“Ah I see, I would have much liked to have seen her again, She’s a wonderful woman.” Armand smiles fondly of you and it pisses Namjoon off.

Further talks about Arrou past Namjoon by, as he couldn’t stop thinking about you, and the possibility of a child, something you were so dead against that you had divorced him over it to further your career, it was eating away at him. He needed the facts.

Upon arriving back at the shuttle he bid farewell to the Viceroy whilst seemingly ignoring his son, it sparked curious attention.

“The Viceroy seems like a nice man” Says his chief engineer officer Jimin as they depart from Arrou back to the S.S Ark.

Not engaging in any conversation to the crew, Namjoon stepped into his office aside from the bridge with the most heinous frown, an office desk and a computer awaiting for his daily schedules and tasks as the new Captain, but he only had one thing on his mind, he could have asked many of the crew about what the Viceroy had said seemingly about a pregnancy but he knew that information in its best form was from a reliable source.

“Computer,” the panel flashed to light waiting for instructions, the A.I was an extraordinary piece of technology “I’d like to check my personal family files”

“Yes Captain Kim” the A.I spoke and the monitor blinked as his personal file flashed across the screen.

Whilst surreptitious reading through the file, Namjoon felt like he was being slightly underhanded, just because you had been married to him he could search your medical history as they were conjoined with his files, up until the point of the divorce. “No surgeries or illnesses, but cryogenics has four reports” Namjoon whispered to himself, almost crossing his brows in a confused focus. “Computer access my cryo bank”

Four files had appeared on the screen, each with pictures of you in a hospital gown, some smiling and optimistic, whilst others you looked weak and defeated.

“There are only 2 tubes of my samples, I left 6 before the war” His head hurts, knowing the possibility of all this he refused to click two and two together until he had exactly one hundred percent of the facts “Computer what was my cryo logs last update?”

“The last update 06.13.4863, a cryo thaw and implantation, confirmed” The A.I informed. Namjoon realised he had come back from the war a month after that.

“What about cryo history?” He asks.

“Three specimens were unsuccessful and the last specimen successfully implanted posed no result, a birth or miscarriage off ship Captain.” The A.I informed.

“Who has authority over the cryo?”

“Captain Kim Namjoon Cryogenics; Spousal access, 1 Commander Kim Y/N, current status: Terminated” Namjoon blew out a harsh breath, readying himself for his next question.

“Computer” He says as it bleeped waiting for his request, steepling his fingers under his chin, he was nervous. “Does the Lieutenant Commander Y/N have any children aboard ship?” The computer blinked and buffered until the screen turned up a data file.

“One child aboard Captain”

“Elaborate”

“Name, Kim Cel, Female Born 03.01.4864” flashed across the screen and Namjoon was beyond furious that he abruptly stood to leave, but true to his heart he couldn’t be mad at you, if his files were undoubtedly correct then he might just have a child.

Leaving the office to the bridge he sees you standing at the helm with your hands behind your back and awaiting orders.

“Commander Y/N you’re dismissed” You’re taken aback but his tone and you were surprised that he had dismissed you but you were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and as you walked by him to leave he grabs onto your wrist lightly pulling you close “We need to talk later” He mumbles gruffly, You were already exhausted, the long shifts were the worst and on top of that you seemed to be in a lot of trouble by the way his eyes narrowed at you.

It’s evening by the time you’ve removed your starship uniform and let your hair down, thinking maybe if you looked pretty that you may be saved from whatever that was going to befall on you from your ex husband.

The doorbell sings and you’re expecting to welcome your friend Angela but stood there in front of you is no other than Kim Namjoon.

“Oh! Captain, you scared me! I was going to meet you in the cafeteria, why are you in front of my door all of a sudden” You push him slightly but he doesn’t move an inch.

“I think this is a discussion best had in private” He gruffs “Who is Cel?” You’re busted and you can’t get yourself out of this one.

“Cel is my daughter—”

“Daddy?” You close your eyes with a distressed wince, when your daughter appears excitedly, you didn’t want it to come out like this but the anger in his eyes turned soft from bitter disappointment to crescent moons as his daughter came to him and hugged her arms around his thick left thigh.

“Your daughter or our daughter?” He whispered so the child couldn’t hear.

“You have played a part biologically, yes” You say then kneeling down to your daughters eye level. “Come on, it's bedtime go and brush your teeth, I’ll be in soon to tuck you in” you rubbed your eyes, as now the unfathomable situation has dawned you motioned for Namjoon to sit in the living room as you stood, it was going to be a long night. “I’ll be right back”

“No, want daddy” Cel looks up at Namjoon with a wondrous hope, how could he refuse?.

“Go and pick your favourite book, I’ll be right there” Namjoon sent Cel off to her room but before he took a step further you signed.

“You don’t have to—” You say, Namjoon turned to you with a strained, disappointed smile.

“Of course I will..I don’t mind, we can talk after” He walks past you, not eager to look at you and as he walks into your daughter's bedroom you can hear them talking as if they’d never been apart “This is your favourite book?” He says and you know the exact book from cover to cover. His auto-biography, a hero’s book but it’s no more than twenty minutes before Namjoon comes back out to face you. “She’s asleep, she knows more about me than I do.” He chuckled.

“Of course, I told her you were off ship on a mission, everyone who’s been here as long as I have knows that we were married and that you’re her father, so naturally people would say how much they admired you and of course I had to tell her who you were.” You explained.

“And you didn’t think to tell me about her, how could you not tell me about her?” Yes, you feel guilt but it was self preservation at best.

“After I had three failed inseminations and I didn’t want to tell you just in case the fourth one failed too” You began to delve into the history that Namjoon had already read through on his file.

“Were you pregnant when I came back from the war?”

“Inseminated, no confirmation until I had symptoms, and after I found out I was pregnant with Cel I did call you, it was about a month into your hero tour and your lover picked up your com, she said that you were going to have a family with her and to send the papers, that I abandoned you and my duty as your wife” You finished, holding back the tears you had shed night after night after that call.

“Wait what! I didn’t have a lover.. I have never cheated on you, I wouldn’t dream of it. Who was it?” Namjoon was thoroughly puzzled, he couldn’t comprehend who would do such a thing.

“I don’t know, but it was your com ID134340 and I’ll never forget it, so you can thank whoever that was for setting you free from our marriage” Namjoon's face turned sour, you knew that face, he was furious.

“I never ever wanted that..”

“But you did want a family and by the time I could give you a child it seemed to me that you had already moved on, but I was happy I had Celestia to keep me company”

“Cel—Celestia.. the name of the planet we met on?” He asks and you can feel the surge of energy run through him as it did with you when you named her.

“Well it was that or room 546” You laughed thinking about the night you met Namjoon during Admiral Wellington's anniversary dinner, getting drunk and running around the botanical gardens and jumping through all the sprinklers until you both ended up soaking wet at his hotel room.

“She’s beautiful” Namjoon said as he picked up and held a picture of you holding Cel in your arms. “She looks just like you”

“Everyone says that except for Dehasse, who knew he had such a boner for you Captain” You smirk as Namjoon rolled his eyes.

“Ah, I assume Admiral Khan had put in the recommendation, probably because of Captain Thomas, he really wanted me to be a captain some day, I’m really sorry, I know it was your life’s aspiration” Namjoon hung his head but knowing what he knew now he was glad he took it, if he had refused the offer he wouldn’t have been here now with you or his daughter.

“It is what it is” You say, even though you’re still bitter over it, there was nothing you could do. The order came from Dehasse himself and you would just look like a sore loser even if you appealed the decision.

“Y/N—About.. the inseminations.., I put too much pressure on you and I’m sorry,, it was selfish of me, especially since I didn’t know if I would live beyond the war” Namjoon puffed out a breath, he was lucky to be alive “All this time I thought you rejected me for your career”

“I know, and I left it that way.. I didn’t want to be pitied by you and your new wife so I left you to think that I just didn’t care.” You turn you face to stare at the wall not wanting to picture him with someone else.

“I didn’t marry anyone else, there’s never been anyone else for me other than you” Namjoon is slightly embarrassed but it was the truth “But that guy at the party is he?”

“Jungkook? No.. he’s Cel’s combat training teacher, now that she’s finally attending school on the ship” It was common for children to learn about combat from a young age, the S.S.Ark even as a colony ship taught self defence and strategy as a necessity.

“Seems like he wanted to teach you some things” Namjoon grit and you couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“I’m a black belt, there’s nothing he could teach me—oh” The realisation hit you as Namjoon looked at you with a deadpan expression “Are you jealous Captain? I’m a single lady, there’s nothing wrong with him flirting with me, it makes me feel attractive” You gloat, Jungkook wouldn’t be the first man that had tried to court you and failed.

“I’ve always found you attractive, you haven’t changed a bit, Peaches.” Namjoon smirked and there was the electric spark that always resulted in your knees bowing to him.

“Don’t call me that, just because you’re here and I’m talking to you doesn’t me that we are anything but colleagues”

“Aw come on now Peaches, don’t be like that, I called you that way before we were married, and I will get to the bottom of who intercepted that call, because children or no children I loved you and no one else” He says clearly and to the point but you can’t even bare to think about it.

“Seems like a lifetime ago now” you say, perching yourself on the arm of your sofa across from him fiddling with your fingers not knowing what to say next.

“Can I be a father to her, I know we’re not married anymore but am I a registered parent?” Namjoon asks in the awkward void of silence.

“Technically no, your name is on her data file but there’s no signature from you, you don’t need my permission to sign it, just a blood sample for confirmation” You say and he nods.

“Then I’ll do it when I’m off duty tomorrow” and you nod right back, the atmosphere is weird and you don’t know what else you have to say until Namjoon stands.

“Then I guess this is goodnight Command—”

“I—”You start but pause as he gives you a questioning look “No it’s nothing, I just have.. some of your stuff from before the war, I don’t know if the clothes I kept will fit you since it seems you’ve bulked up” She motioned to his manly muscular arms and thick thighs “but it’s all there if you want it”

“Erm, okay—actually do you have any of my medals I’m missing a few” You both walk through to your bedroom, and as your looking through your wardrobe Namjoon checks for signs of a male around the room, but nothing seems out of the ordinary apart from an ugly old plushie you still had that he knew you adored.

Bringing everything over in a duffel bag Namjoon routes through a few items, and smiles wide when he comes upon an old T-shirt that you wore when you gave birth to Cel, it’s smelled like him at the time, and it ease the birthing process for you, like you weren’t alone.

“Not that— that’s mine” You steal the old oversized shirt from his hands that once had belonged to him and even though he’s surprised he says nothing as he rummages through the old black hold-all and comes upon a velvet black box.

“You kept your wedding ring?” He says as he opens the box and a white gold band sits neatly in between the cushion.

“I was going to give it to Cel when she came of age as a gift from you—well from both of us, it was too beautiful to waste”

“try it on,”

“What.. why?”

“Go on, Just one time, for old time sake”

“Probably won’t even fit on my finger now, I’ve become too accustomed to the food replicator’s new dessert options”

“Oh c’mon don’t lie to me, you’re in great shape” He motioned the ring to you.

“Fine” you pluck the ring from his hand and place it on your finger, it sits snugly under your knuckle resting in the groove of your fingers either side. “Luckily It seems I’ve gained all my weight in the right places” You chuckled, softly admiring your old wedding ring on your finger.

“You always have, trust me you’re fine af—” He never stopped thinking you were gorgeous, he bet that you'd probably been beating men off with a stick.

“You’re overstepping your boundaries Captain” You warn him as you try to pull the band on your finger, proving difficult as you twist and turn it to somehow loosen it from its fleshy restraint. “It’s not coming off” you panic, your finger now red from the friction. “It’s stuck”

“If you don’t want to take it off that’s fine— oh it’s literally stuck.. okay um.. Don’t panic”

“Panicking!”

“Umm butter! I’ll get some butter” Namjoon moves around to the kitchen to stand in front of the food replicator, “Computer, one stick of butter” a few bleeps and there replicated in front of him on a plate was a stick of butter. “I got it, I got it” he rushes back to you still trying to pull off your old wedding ring. Namjoon rubs the butter around your finger, it’s cold but not really doing much as lubrication, your finger is turning purple from the pulling and your face has started to puff from getting upset. “This is my fault, I’m sorry I just wanted to see you wear it again”

“Why?” you sniff as the coolness of the butter eased the pain slightly.

“Because I shouldn’t have signed those damn divorce papers and I know I’ll never get another chance with you” He mumbles as the ring slides off your finger “ah I got it, better put this sucker away before it causes anymore mishaps” He laughs and you’re you can’t help but smile at his bright eyes as he put the ring back in the box “It won’t fit Cel for a few years but I’m glad you kept it—”

You’ve missed him, the way he talks, the way he is, the way he tastes. You don’t realise it until he reciprocates but you’ve knocked him down to the floor, and you're kissing him and he has the most perfect pout when you part from him, jolting up and taking two steps back.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me” You say and he’s still spread out on the floor rubbing the back of his head “Are you okay, did I hurt you?” You hold out a hand to help him from the floor.

“Yeah—” He says before suddenly pulling you down to him on the floor to find yourself straddled on top of him. “Never been better” He whispers as sits up with you splayed across his lap. He tucks a stray hair behind your ear

“We shouldn’t be sitting like this.. Cel could wake up—” You shuffle to get off and Namjoon moans as you’ve made slight contact with his clothed cock. “Seems like you’re enjoying this too much, good thing you’re ass soften the blow”

“Soft isn’t what I’m feeling right now—Peaches— don’t uuh don’t move” He whines and you can’t help but feel the slight bump in his trousers and you give him a shocked expression “You’re on top of me in a compromising position, how else is it supposed to react?”

“You’re the one who dragged me down here” You point at him and he chuckles deeply, taking your hand he lowers it back into your lap just casually brushing over your knuckles as he brushes his nose with yours, you’re caving to his touch. You still love him and you know it, you never stopped.

“I missed you” He says and you’re transfixed looking into his gorgeous deep brown eyes, still sitting on top of him.

You can feel your breaths mingling as he’s literally a breath away from you, but you’re unsure of what he wants until he slowly locks your lips together, cautious at first for you to push him away, but you don’t. You kiss him back which leads him to delve deeper.

Tangled together as you sit upon him, your kisses are becoming rougher, heavier, more needy, so much so it spurs you into grinding your hips against him, making him depart from your lips to groan into your neck, to softly kissing the erogenous zone beneath your ear.

Namjoon teases the ends of your shirt and because you hadn’t had sex in a while you’re very conscious that you may not look the same as you once did back then so you try to cover your stomach.

“What’s wrong?” He pants out his words, “Do you want me to stop?” He looks at you as you bite your lip and you feel like he’ll be disappointed with how you look.

“No I— I just ” You don’t know what else to say as you look down at your hands and back up at his handsome face, “It’s been a while”

“Me too” He admits in a husky tone, but with your lips slightly abraded and your hair ruffled up he can’t help but think you’re the sexiest person in the world as holds your face between his hands and pecks your lips leading you back in time to the days when you were married.

Namjoon wraps your thighs around his waist and heaves his muscular body off the floor, carrying you over to your elegant black silk sheets and placing you in the middle of the bed. His body towers over yours as he leans over you still indulging himself in your sweet

saccharine lips that still tasted of that nostalgic peachy balm that you always wore.

His muscles are taut at each side of your head, his veins are on full as he holds himself in place above you. He whispers in between kisses if you want more and you welcome it as you nod your head and you want it. You want him.

His hands dance up your stomach taking your shirt with them until your breasts are full in their cups and he can’t help but kiss the bountiful mounds on display before lifting the shirt over your head and tossing your shirt to the floor.

“God you’re gorgeous” He whispers, kissing down the channel of your breasts to your stomach where he lingers and you’re nervous about your stretch marks before his fingers caress the lining of your trousers tugging them down to expose your creamy satin underwear. “Fuck. So gorgeous” He growls, kissing the wet of your arousal making you gasp.

But before he moves on he stands and you can’t help but watch him as he lifts his shirt above his head and throws his black and gold uniform shirt to the floor leaving you drooling over the man he had become in the past few years. His abdominal muscles clench as he pops the button on his trousers and you’re panting in anticipation as he stares at you now just standing in a pair of tight boxer shorts.

You sit up and perch yourself on the end of the bed as he looks down at you biting on your lip, he’s tempted to just lay you out flat and fuck you with everything he’s harboured up inside for five years, but he wants to saviour every single second of time with you, as beyond tonight he doesn’t know what will become of your relationship.

You feel the elastic rim of his boxers tightly fit around your finger tips as you slowly peel them away and down his strong thighs, seductively brushing your lips over his erect phallus as you push them to the floor as he steps out.

His fingers push through your hair pulling it away from your face so he can look at you staring up at him and with a glint in your eye you open your mouth and lay your tongue out flat, inviting him to fuck your throat.

He feels like the wind has been sucked out of his lungs at how fast his heart is pumping blood into his penis.

He’s engorged as he places his dick on your tongue, licking a stripe of saliva under his shaft and he shudders as you take him into your mouth and twirl your tongue around his head.

He knows you’re teasing him, and even though he wants you to suck him with vigor he lets you edge him playfully, putting a hand on your hair, massaging your scalp as he whines, throwing his head back as you take him fully.

Your mouth is as full as it can be fitting just about half of him as you deep throat him, holding onto his ass to keep your motions constant and fluid as you bob your head.

His grip on your hair gets tight trying to delay his release a while longer until you cup his balls in your hand and he warns you in whimpers that he’s going to cum in your mouth, and you strive to get him there by sucking harder until his body jerks and you taste his cum at the back of your throat, swallowing it all and showing him your tongue.

“Mmm Peaches and cream” He says after kissing you before grabbing your thighs to throw you backwards to lay flat on the bed. You lean up on your elbows to him kneeling down in front of you. “My turn” He licks his lips and you're palpitating with exhilaration as you flop back down.

Nipping at your thighs, it’s his turn to tease you and can’t help but whimper every time he’s close to your pussy, but he avoids contact just to listen to you whine for him.

He spreads your labia and you feel so exposed to him that you’re almost embarrassed until he slides two fingers inside you. Loving how wet you feel for him, he curls them until you're whining and needy before he pulls them out covered in your slick and he can’t help but want to taste you as he licks his fingers clean.

“Nam—I need—it, please” You whimper softly to him through bated breaths to steady your heart that he almost didn’t hear you.

“I’m not done yet, don’t worry” He says as he moves his face closer to your pussy.

He licks his way through your folds creating a divide between your lips with his tongue, swirling the tip to then a flatten tongue he then latches onto your clit beginning to suck harshly on the bud and you hold back a guttural moan not wanting to wake up the whole damn ship. You’re not only seeing stars behind your eyes, but a whole beautiful nebula erupts as you fist your fingers in his hair, cumming hard.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and you’re still shaking from your orgasm as he lays above you, pecking the joyful tears that have streamed down your face.

You look completely fucked out so he asks if you want to keep going, he expects you to say no as another tear falls from your eye but you say yes, and he climbs onto the bed and beckons you onto his lap

How it began is how it will end as you straddle his thick thighs, perching yourself over his lengthy girth, Namjoon watches in awe as you slide him inside you with a heaving breath. He’s captured by your facial expressions as you take him completely, your sweet face painting a picture he wants to keep forever in his memory.

“Fuck” you gasp sitting pretty on his cock, bouncing while moaning his name in his ear as he embraces your body, holding you up as he thrusts to meet yours. Forget poxy medals, forget being a hero and forget being Captain, this is all he ever wanted, he wanted you. All of you.

You’re sweating as you hold onto his shoulders, gasping over his broad back as he fucks into you, gritting his teeth, a driving force making you cum over his cock as he fills you full of his.

Coming down together as your rapid heart beats clash together you can’t help your feelings as tears drop from your eyes onto his shoulders.

“I love you” He says to you through the darkness and he holds onto you so tightly as if you’d disappear into thin air or wake up from the most beautiful dream.

“I love you too” You say and you both don’t move from your embrace and fall asleep in his arms.

[midoriaww]

Your Izuku writing is 💋🤌 chefs kiss, so good. Prompt #3 in fluff I feel like would be so cute with grown up hero Midorya, with some sweet romantic tension if you feel like writing about it! Not really sure how detailed a request senario should be, but I was thinking something along the lines of coffee shop, reader is the barista at a cafe that Iz frequents (long time crush type thing going on, where they both like eachother but are too shy to say). Reader spills coffee everywhere as Izuku walks in. its funny at first, cue prompt, all cute laughs… but then he gets serious when he realises she has burnt her hand or something lol. And thenn she wants to get on with her shift but he wont let her until her hand is all treated... ✨romanic tension✨. Very cliche, but im a sucker for those coffee shop fics... honestly take it in whatever direction cause your writing is awesome !

[Author's notes:

You have no idea how happy this ask made me and I loved your concept so I did my best to do it justice. Also, I'm so sorry this took so long but I hope it was worth the wait!

summary: Y/N works at a coffee shop where ProHero!Deku frequents and one evening, an accident brings them closer than ever.

warnings: fluff, mutual pining, lack of proof-reading, Y/N gets burnt]

The attack was over in seconds. The pro heroes had ended the villainous tyranny as quick as they had arrived on the scene, barely breaking a sweat. Yet they remained humble; smiling and waving to the crowds, reassuring the residents that they were now safe.

You watched them from the large window of the coffee shop where you worked, the crowds gathering around the heros and cheering. The sun blared off the heros armour like a God. Soon enough, though, the heros made their leave to make sure the villain was locked away for good.

You sighed as you watched everyone disperse, going back to their normal lives. As much as you enjoyed watching the heros at work, a part of you wished that someone else would turn up - someone you'd had your eye on for a very long time. A hero by the name of Deku. He would come into the coffee shop sometimes and although he was mostly always wearing casual clothing, you recognised him from a few major fights around town. You had seen his resilience in the face of evil and it was admirable, to say the least. Not to mention, he was super cute and always thanked you when you served him coffee with a smile.

However, in the few weeks that you had met, he never once engaged in more than small talk. Was he just too busy? Did he find me boring? You had thought. Or was he genuinely interested in what my commute to work was like?

Your contemplation was interrupted by your boss talking beside you. "Bloody miracle no one got hurt. That villain was huge!" She commented, hands on her hips and looking out the window. "Those heroes are pretty strong to take down a guy like that." You just nodded.

"The only drawback is...they stole all our customers!" Your boss groaned dramatically. You laughed a little as you surveyed the empty café. The brown leather armchairs looked so lonely for once. A bit of dust swirled in the sunlight beside it and the chairs by the windows had been knocked over as people had scrambled to the doors a few minutes ago. I guess it's always exciting to see a fight go down; you even stopped brewing coffee just to catch a glimpse of what was going on outside.

Your boss looked over to you, smiling smugly. "Sorry your heartthrob hero didn't turn up this time."

"What are you talking about?" You squeaked, trying to hide your blush behind your hair.

"Oh come on, Y/N! We both know that you've got the hots for that hunk of broccoli man and it seems like he does too." She teased, leaning her back against the counter.

You were about to laugh at how your boss referred to Deku but then you realised... "You think he likes me too?" You asked incredulously, eyes wide.

She scoffed with her usual dramatics, her voice becoming louder and more enthusiastic. "Yes! You really haven't noticed?"

You shook your head and half shrugged. "I mean...he's always nice to me?"

An eyeroll from the taller lady. "Y/N." She looked down at you under her eyebrows almost pitifully but with a knowing smile. "You should have seen him the other day. After you served him."

You urged her to go on with a curious look.

"You were serving coffee to that old guy by the window and you read out the menu when he forgot his glasses. I was working very hard doing managerial things," You giggled at that. "when I realised...he was totally checking you out!"

Your face exploded in a red flush. "Y-you're kidding!"

Her head shook furiously. "No way! He looked completely whipped by you."

The fact that your boss was telling you this was making your cheeks burn, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy. Was this true? Did Deku really like you? The thought sent a smile to your face, a giddy feeling rushing through your body.

Deku had always caught your attention - along with many others - because of his selfless acts of kindness and heroism. Those green eyes were so full of wonder and every time he reached for the coffee cup you handed him, you noticed the thin scars across his knuckles. You hoped that he didn't catch you staring but you also wished that you could trace your hands over his, feeling the broken skin now healed. You wanted to know all his stories. But you were both too shy to initiate any contact.

The time was now 4pm which meant it was almost the end of your bosses shift so you took this moment to clear the tables of mugs and saucers, making sure everything was spotless, since you'd be serving for a few more hours. You took a lot of pride in your job because you genuinely enjoyed it - serving interesting people coffee and watching as they carried out their lives - it was a form of meditation that you'd come to crave. Sure, there were days where you felt like your head was going to explode from trying to keep track of everything or a nasty customer would give you grief, but honestly, you were content with just being here - making a difference in the smallest of ways. You wondered about Deku in this moment; does he feel the same way?

It was only going to be you left in the shop this evening which you were fine with since it was a Tuesday night and it didn't get very busy usually. You grabbed your phone and set up your playlist, connecting it to the shop speakers.

Your boss emerged from the back of the store with her bag and stuffed her brown apron into it. "Can you make sure the dishwasher goes on tonight? Jacob didn't put it on last shift." She groaned with an eyeroll. 

You smiled and nodded. "Will do."

"Oh, and remember to-"

"Set the alarm before I leave. Let me guess, he didn't do that either?" You couldn't help but giggle at your bosses irritated face.

"Well, at least I know the shop is in safe hands tonight." She sighed and gathered the last of her things. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she headed for the door with a wave.

Once you farewelled her, you took a deep breath and looked around. The shop was quiet for now but you knew that people would still come at this time in the afternoon and you wanted to make their time after work a pleasant one. Therefore, you took extra care in rearranging the wooden chairs neatly, wiping the tabletops until they sparkled and fluffing up the embroidered pillows on the brown leather couches. You had always felt a certain sense of care in relation to your job. When faced with a challenge or task, you found a great attitude always made things easier and more enjoyable. After all, you are what you think.

The sound of passing cars and the occasional train horn were mixed with the chatter of a couple of patrons and the gentle clinking of porcelain. Your music playlist had mellowed into a relaxing Japanese song and in that moment - carefully drying a glass with a striped teatowel - you felt truly at peace. And as you greeted the customer walking through the door with a chime, you made a promise to yourself to make this day an enjoyable one for all.

A couple of hours later, you were in the middle of making a flat white for one of the few customers that sat scattered around the shop. The strong scent of coffee filled your senses as you poured the steaming milk into a mug skillfully. Doing this had become second nature to you, but even so, you never really tired of it. No two coffees were really the same. You took a moment to swirl the milk back and forth to create a pattern in the froth and placed the copper mug on a matching saucer. The customer thanked you wholeheartedly as you placed the art in front of them at their table with a smile. A polite but genuine interaction.

As you were walking back to the counter, you heard the bell chime above the door and spun your head around to greet them. However, your voice sort of failed you once you saw who it was.

"Deku?" You asked, surprised. This seemed to startle him as he hurried to shush you.

"U-um, I don't want to be recognised." He half-whispered to you, looking around.

You felt bad for almost outing him but did he really think that black beanie was going to disguise him? After all, you recognised him almost straight away. You softly winced an apology and led him to the counter. 

"Well then...what can I get you, stranger?" You joked with a friendly smile in an attempt to calm him. It seemed to work because he laughed a little and you could see his shoulders visibly relax. 

"I'll have whatever you feel like making."

You raised an eyebrow. "You're letting me decide?"

He nodded a little too enthusiastically which you found cute and leaned on the wooden counter. 

You couldn't help but giggle and take on his challenge. "Alright, won't be long then, sir."

He blushed a little and took a seat by the counter. "Call me Izuku."

You nodded in response casually and went back to filling the coffee pot, although, on the inside you were ecstatic at having permission to use his real name.

It was mostly silent between the two of you as you made his drink but it wasn't uncomfortable at all, actually, he seemed to enjoy watching you. His green eyes followed your every action, taking in the slow way you stirred the chocolate powder with a bit of hot water. Even this small action seemed to calm him and the smell was divine.

You almost took him by surprise when you placed the mug in front of him with a smile.

"Done already?" He asked, eyes wide and full of excitement.

You nodded and leaned against the counter, smiling proudly. "I make this a lot at home so..."

Izuku listened intently but when he realised you had nothing else to say, he brought the mug up to his lips, the steam kissing his freckled face.

It was a dark chocolatey colour and there were a few specks of dark brown - a spice that he recognised the smell of immediately - cinnamon. Although, when he tasted the beverage, there was another flavour he couldn't quite put his finger on. It was stronger than cinnamon and sort of nutty but with a similar warmth.

"It's my favourite way to make hot chocolate; with a little bit of cinnamon and a pinch of ground cloves." You explained.

Izuku's smile matched the warmth of the drink and he curled his scarred fingers around the mug. "I love it. Thank you." 

Although you were used to genuine thanks in this job, gratitude from the Number 1 Hero was beyond belief. A blush crept its way up your cheeks and you struggled to make eye contact with him. His eyes were so beautiful - an impossible shade of green - with no malicious intent. Surely these weren't the same eyes that faced dangerous villains on the daily?

"Um...what do I owe you?" He suddenly asked, snapping your attention away from your daydreams. You cocked your head to the side, confused, until he pulled out his wallet (was that All Might on the front of it?) and began to start sifting through it. 

"What? No, nothing! It's on the house." You flustered, shaking your hands in rejection. 

"I can't just take it for free. Here." Izuku persisted, holding out some money to you. 

"No, really, it's fine. I wanted to make it for you anyway." 

"Just because I'm the Number One Hero, doesn't mean I can't pay for a drink." 

"I'm not saying that-"

"Look, just take it. Please."

"No."

Clink. The money is put in the tip jar. Silence takes over as you stare at each other. You can see the smile creeping onto his face and you both begin to laugh, seemingly taken aback by both of your childishness. 

"I never knew you were so stubborn." You joked, wiping away a warm tear from your sudden laughing fit. 

"The same goes for you." His smile is infectious.

After quickly serving a customer, you smirked a little at Izuku as he continued to sip at his drink. "So, that's your disguise, huh?" 

The hero brought up his hand to his head, fixing the black beanie atop his dark green waves.

"I mean, it suits you, but why don't you want to be recognised?" You pondered, steaming some milk. "I thought heroes liked getting noticed?" 

He seemed a little sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck, looking down shyly. "Well, um...the truth is...I wanted a chance to ask you out properly." 

Did you hear him right? Did the Deku just say he wanted to go out with you? 

Your heart was pounding in your chest like never before. You suddenly felt very hot, namely, in your right hand. Wait, why was that? 

You winced all of a sudden, dropping the mug with a loud clatter. A few customers snapped their attention over from the sound. 

Deku's eyes widened a little and stood up. "It looks like you're in trouble there. Can I help?"

You shook your head, profusely, embarrassed at making such a mess and acting like a fool in front of him. "N-no, it's fine." 

He felt bad for making you drop the drink you were making but his guilty thoughts were immediately replaced by concern once he saw the careful way you held your right hand. 

"Are you hurt?" Izuku asked, with a seriousness in his voice that you'd never heard before. And although you said you were fine, your watery eyes said otherwise. 

"I-it's just a burn. No biggie." You smiled a little at him, searching under the counter to grab a cloth to wipe up the mess on the floor. But before you could, Izuku's hand gently grasped yours, making you look up at him. His eyebrows were knitted together as he inspected the burn on your hand, careful not to touch it. His hands were hot from the beverage and most likely from his previous embarrassment. 

"You should put this under cold water for a few minutes." He recommended like a doctor, scanning around the back counter for a sink. 

You shook your head slightly. "It's okay. I've got coffee orders to make." Your stubbornness was showing again and Izuku noticed it, becoming more serious, but also concerned. 

"Y/N, don't worry about it. It's my job to help people. Now, go." There was no arguing with him so you retreated to the back and ran your burnt hand under the cool water. It hurt at first but it quickly became soothing and you knew that you needed to keep it submerged for a while. A sigh escaped your lips once you were alone, having nothing to do but think about Izukus confession. The thought of going out with him was like a dream. You had liked him for so long and you craved to know more about him, other than just his pro hero work. You wondered what he did in his spare time, what he liked to eat, what his favourite movie was, what it was like to kiss him? You blushed at the thought of his lips, but you couldn't help it; they just looked so kissable and his smile was to die for. Maybe he had thought about kissing you too?

After a few more minutes, you emerged from the back to see more people than you've ever seen in your coffee shop, all huddled around the counter. Deku was in the middle of it, beanie now discarded and doing his best to fulfill orders that he received from his doting fans. 

Oh, no. This is bad. Does Izuku even know how to make coffee? You thought to yourself.

Yet, the Number One Hero seemed to be doing incredibly, serving out drinks left, right and center. You were impressed. Another thing you didn't know about him. 

Thankfully though, you realised that it was late and stepped forward to announce the closing call. Deku helped you file the people out of the coffee shop, happily farewelling his supporters into the night. 

Once everyone had left, you turned the sign around to display that the cafe was now closed, and thank God for that. You heaved a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding onto. "Well...that was something." You joked, your hand on your hip as you smiled at Izuku. 

He chuckled slightly and ran a hand through his hair, picking up his beanie and dusting coffee grains off it. "Sorry about that. I got recognised." 

You scoffed and smirked at him, walking back over to the counter. "What did you expect? Your disguise wasn't exactly genius." 

He laughed a little, shuffling his feet. 

You bit your lip in the silence. "And, um, you're incredibly handsome too, so..." You shrugged a little. Oh my gosh, I'm flirting with Deku. 

His smile grew and his eyes softened as he stared at you. "Thank you." 

Another patch of comfortable silence. 

"How's your hand now?" He asked, breaking the stillness and stepping closer to you. 

Your breath hitched as you felt the heat radiating off his body from how close he was and you could slightly smell hot chocolate on his breath. Gently, he took your injured hand in his larger ones and examined it. He sighed. "If only I had a healing quirk." 

This made you laugh. "Don't be silly. Your quirk is way cooler than that." Your smile softened as you looked at him. "But, thank you. It'll heal by itself sure enough." You reassured him with an angelic smile that made his heart melt. He suddenly remembered why he came here tonight. 

"Um, Y/N...so, would you like to go out with me?" He had done it. He had asked. But that didn't stop his heart from hammering in his chest and his mouth from feeling dry. He awaited your answer nervously, fiddling with the beanie in his warm hands. 

When he glanced up again, your lips connected with his in a short but electric kiss. "Does that answer your question?" A whisper against his lips.

Izuku smiled, pulling you close by the waist. "So, you've been waiting for this as long as I have, then?" 

You tangled your hands through his hair and beamed up at him. "Longer."

[itsrottenwork]

Hellooo, mj!! Secret Santa here!! Happy New Year, love!! May 2023 treat you with lots of love and positive vibes for your family/friends!! Hopefully, you received my last couple of messages!! 🥳💕✨

I guess I should formally introduce myself!! My name’s Doly (she/they) and I had the pleasure of interacting with you this past month of December!! I had a wonderful time getting to know you through this exchange!! Here’s to a great 2023 filled with opportunity for many bright and beautiful things!! One thing I’d say I’m really looking forward to this year is to get back into my passions and reconnect with the creative side of myself again, whether that be reading more, painting more, getting outside more!! Cheers until the next one, hun!! 🥂✨ I’ll be looking forward to the pictures of your trip in the spring!!

doly beloved hello!! it's so nice to get to finally meet you!! I'm so sorry I went m.i.a. at the end of the month, I know I didn't respond to all your messages but I promise I read them all and appreciated every one (I'll happily answer your questions under the cut, and we can absolutely keep chatting in continued asks/dms if you'd like!!).

I hope you had a wonderful new years (happy belated birthday to your brother hehe) and enjoyed your trip!! I'd love to hear about all the fun things you got to do 😊

I've been very lucky having you as my holiday pal this year and I absolutely hope we keep in touch in the new year. best of luck with finding your creative spark, and I hope to share stories and photos of my upcoming adventures as the year gets into full swing. cheers!! 🥂

okie dokie now I'll rapid fire answer all the questions you left for me while I was away :)

preferred beverage on a hot day: your answer of mango smoothie was absolutely excellent, I always forget smoothies are an option hehe. my answer would be starbucks strawberry acai lemonade, but the secret is to have them add raspberry syrup to it

fictional world/place to go to: this is kind of a bad answer since it's technically a place in real life but I just went there irl so I'll say richmond from ted lesso is such a cute little town and I wish I could go back

any job: I've been desperate for some sort of creative sort of project, so any sort of job where I could tell an artistic sort of story, like a podcast or videos or something (although I get so frustrated with proper video cameras lol). more realistically I could see myself doing something with graphic design and branding, which has an element of storytelling to it at least

how was my vacation: my vacation was good!! it was amazing to see my family again and we had a lot of fun (even though my parents had a lot of travel difficulties). we also ate some really good food, I eat way better when my parents are paying for it hehe. at the same time, I haven't really had a moment to myself for a couple weeks now and I'm relieved to finally be alone again

holiday plans: unfortunately we didn't really do much for the holidays, I kinda feel like hanukkah didn't happen this year tbh. my sibling was with me for new year's which was kinda fun, we had some wine and stayed up for the fireworks, but honestly now that I'm finally alone again I'm treating this as my new year's, do a bit of self care and reset my life and whatnot.

2022 recap: saw one of my best friends for the first time since before the pandemic, wrote my senior thesis, graduated undergrad, had a lot of big work accomplishments I'm very proud of, got into grad school, and moved to a new country!! there's still a lot I wish I had done and hope to do in the new year, but all in all, 2022 was tough but positive, and I'm looking forward to the things I'll achieve in 2023 (dissertation, finishing grad school, finding a job, finally settling down, etc etc)!!

[skztword]

Can I request ler!chan lee!in cheer up fic

Cheer up our cute maknae!

Hey Anon~! I'm sorry this took a long time I swear I'm not ignoring ya'll and this goes out to all my requests that I still have it's in drafts but I have just been a little busy these days but I'm trying to get back into writing as best as I can lmao

Anyways✨

Jeongin seemed to have had a bad day and Chan saw the youngest a little sad and sulking all day.The leader was thinking to himself for the whole day how to cheer up the sulky/sad maknae and seemed to have come up with an idea.

This was the 5th time Chan saw the Maknae sigh and go back to his room.The leader was worried for the little fox who seemed to be a bit down lately since he knew these days the group was getting busier and busier.

Obviously Chan would want to somehow cheer up the Maknae but at the same time he had no idea what to do.These days Jeongin seemed to be a bit sulky ignoring the members a little and just sighing all day.At first the members kept the distance thinking that the Maknae just needs his own time and free space but that didn't seem to change anything.

The leader was really worried since this had going on for a few days now and haven't seen the cute smile of the Maknae instead he saw him frowning and sighing.So Chan decided that today was the day to change everything and try and cheer up the maknae and bring back the smiley maknae back.

But what was he going to do...?Chan was thinking all day long trying to make up an idea to cheer the maknae up.While doing so he seemed to think about the Maknae's smile and how he missed it very much.Then it hit him.Make him laugh.. I mean they say laughter is the best medicine right?

Now as the leader got a brilliant idea he was now smiling ear to ear as he walked towards the Maknae's room."Hey Jeongin can I come in?" the leader asked ad he knocked on the door.The answer he got was a small grumble with he decided to take that as a yes.

"What's wrong Innie?"Chan asked as he sat down next to the maknae who was facing his back lying on his bed.Jeongin just grumbled again in response still looking away from the leader."Aww come on tell me! At least just let me see you smile!" the leader whined as he heard the response from the youngest.And again Jeongin just grumbled shrugging his shoulders.

"Was that a no?" Chan asked teasingly as he poked the youngest's sides lightly.In response the maknae flinched a little and tried to suppress the little squeak."Come on Innie you know you can't be sulking all the time" Chan sneaked as he now used two fingers to poke around the youngest sides.Jeongin who was facing his back towards the leader was not squirming around lightly trying not to let out a giggle pushing away the oldest fingers.

"Hyuhung sthohop!" Jeongin wailed as he tried to stop the movement of the older."Nope! Not until you show me that cute smile of yours!" Chan taunted back as now he was scribbling and squeezing the younger's sides and stomach."nahAHAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG! STHAHAHAP IHIHT!" Jeongin who seemed to fail to hide his laughter was no squirming under the oldest evil fingers attacking all over his sensitive sides and stomach.

"Aww now there's the smile I wanted to see~"Chan smiled as he saw the younger now laughing after a long period of sulking."OHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHI SMIHIHLED SOHOH STHAHAHAHP!" Jeongin who was still squirming and laughing under the leader begged."Hmm... how about.... No! I wanna see your cute smile more!"Chan teased as he laughed along with the younger as he attacked the younger neck while using his other hand to scribble around the Maknae's ribs."AHAHAHAHAH OHOHOHKAHAHAHY! OHAHAHAKHAHAY NOHOHOW STHAHAHAP!"Jeongin laughe as he screamed out his dolphin scream.

From hearing the scream Chan decided that the maknae had enough and paused his fingers letting the maknae rest."... thanks... Channie hyung..." I.N murmured as he panted after from the chaotic feeling."Anytime Innie! Just don't go sulking around for a few days again or you know what's gonna happen~"the leader commented as he winked to the younger playfully as he walked out of the room to get the youngest some water.I.N's face was burning from the comment from the oldest.Maybe he should go sulking around for a few days again....

[themelancholyhill]

I’m feeling very depressed today. I realized that there is just no space for a man and a woman to simply be platonic friends, in my case anyway. I always end up hurting someone, or someone gets jealous, or someone catches unnecessary feelings. I want to have a friend I can talk to everyday, someone I can be silly around, make jokes and share art, and it’s just near impossible because the more you know someone, the more they stop being just a friend.

This is indeed the worst feeling in the world and overthinking has got a lot to do with it—trust me. I'm currently struggling with someone I truly like but he's been distant ad I don't know exactly why: maybe I did or said something wrong? Maybe I was too kind with him?? And all I want us to have do cute things with him, but I'm still in the friend zone area or worst, I'm not even that anymore.

All that to say that finding someone with whom you can just share small daily things without feeling like you're being too clingy or annoying. If you want to get silly or just talk about whatever, hit me up—I'll be glad to listen/read to what you have to say: the sillier the better✨

I truly hope this was helpful to you and it cheered you up at least a little bit. Take care and if you need anything, the ask button is few clicks away!