#i think you can see that love is not what creates the beauty of these connections

[estellan0vella]

Doodles Older Brother Sukuna AU HFBU

You return to the tattoo parlour, balancing a tray of coffee cups and a bag of pastries. The aroma of fresh coffee mingles with the scent of antiseptic and ink, a peculiar but comforting mix that you've grown to love. You push open the door with your hip and are greeted by the familiar sight of Gojo lounging on the couch, Geto perched on the edge, and Toji leaning against the counter. They glance up as you enter, offering a mix of smirks and lazy waves.

"Coffee's here," you announce, setting the tray down on the table.

"Finally," Gojo drawls, reaching for his cup. "I was starting to think you'd run off and left us to fend for ourselves."

"I wish," you retort, handing out the drinks. "Where's Sukuna?"

"Office," Geto replies, taking his cup with a grateful nod.

"Sleeping Beauty needed his nap," Toji adds with a chuckle.

You smile, picturing Sukuna sprawled out on the couch in his office, one arm draped over his eyes. "I'll go check on him."

Balancing the last cup of coffee, you head towards Sukuna's office. The door is slightly ajar, and as you approach, you hear the faint sound of giggling. You push the door open wider and freeze.

Yuji and Megumi are perched on either side of Sukuna, markers in hand, drawing elaborate patterns on his face. Yuji has a red marker and is carefully colouring a heart on Sukuna's cheek, while Megumi, armed with a blue marker, adds swirls and stars to his forehead. Sukuna, deeply asleep, is blissfully unaware of the artistic masterpiece being created on his face.

Your mind races. Should you wake him up? Stop the kids? Scream? Laugh? You have no idea what to do. Instead, you stand there, mouth slightly open, until Yuji notices you.

"Y/N/N!" he whispers loudly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Look what we did!"

"I see that," you say, voice hushed but incredulous. "Where did you get the markers?"

"Gojo let us use them," Megumi whispers, as if that explains everything.

You glance back at the trio in the other room. Gojo, Geto, and Toji are watching with poorly concealed amusement. None of them made any attempt to stop the kids. You shake your head, sighing.

"Okay, you two, let's go. Quietly," you instruct, ushering the boys out of the office. They giggle as they sneak past you, and you close the door softly behind them.

You return to the main room, where Gojo is practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. "You just let them draw all over his face?"

"We thought it would be funny," Gojo replies, grinning. "And it was."

"Very mature," you say, rolling your eyes. "You know he's going to wake up soon, right?"

As if on cue, a loud "What the fuck?" echoes through the parlour. You all freeze, and then Gojo and Geto dissolve into laughter, Toji smirking.

"You're all so brave," you mutter, as they push you towards the office. "Why me?"

"You're the best at calming him down," Geto insists, still chuckling.

"Yeah, go use those girlfriend superpowers," Gojo adds, winking.

Toji gives you a nudge. "Suck him off if you have to."

You glare at them as you walk towards the office. You can hear Sukuna's muttered curses and the sound of him moving around in the office. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and step inside, closing it behind you.

Sukuna is standing in front of the small mirror on his desk, staring at his reflection with a mix of disbelief and irritation. His face is a canvas of colourful doodles, and his eyes snap to you as you enter.

"Hey, Kuna," you say, trying to keep your voice light. "How was your nap?"

He points to his face. "What the fuck is this?"

"Uh, art?" you offer, giving him a sheepish smile. "The kids got creative."

His glare softens slightly as he looks at you, but he's still clearly annoyed. "And you just let them?"

"I didn't even know until I got back," you explain. "But, hey, it's washable. We can clean it off."

Before Sukuna can respond, Gojo's voice rings out from the other side of the door. "Put in the good work, Y/N, you're saving us all!"

Toji follows up with, "No teeth unless he's into that!"

Sukuna's expression shifts from irritation to something more dangerous. You can almost see the murderous thoughts forming in his mind.

"Ignore them," you say quickly, placing a hand on his arm. "They're just being idiots."

"You think?" he growls, but he doesn't pull away from your touch.

Geto's voice joins in, "Show him who's the real boss, Y/N!"

"And don't forget to swallow!" Gojo adds, laughter in his voice.

Sukuna's eyes narrow, and you step closer, trying to distract him. "They're trying to rile you up."

"They're succeeding," he mutters, but he's looking at you now, his gaze softening as he meets your eyes.

"I'll help you clean it off," you offer, reaching for a cloth and some cleaning solution from his desk. "Sit down."

He sits, still grumbling, and you gently start wiping away the marker. "You know," you say, trying to lighten the mood, "you make a pretty good canvas."

He snorts, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips. "You're lucky I love you."

"I know," you reply, smiling back. "And I love you too, even with marker all over your face."

Gojo's voice calls out again, "Y/N, you still alive in there?"

"Yeah, she hasn't killed me yet," Sukuna shouts back, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Well, keep up the good work!" Geto hollers. 

"Only because you're scared of him," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

Sukuna chuckles, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. "They should be."

"Can't argue with that," you agree, finishing up the last of the marker removal. "There, all better."

He stands, looking in the mirror again. "Thanks, babe."

"Anytime," you reply, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Now, go deal with those idiots."

You step out of the office with Sukuna, your fingers entwined with his as you walk towards the front desk. Yuji and Megumi are already there, giggling and playing with their toys. You lift them both onto your lap, balancing them with one arm while grabbing your coffee with the other. The kids snuggle into you, their laughter bubbling up as they see Sukuna approaching the trio.

Gojo, Geto, and Toji exchange wary glances, trying to maintain their innocent expressions. "All clean?" Gojo asks, a cheeky grin on his face.

"For now," Sukuna replies, his voice dripping with ominous intent. "Now, who's first?"

The trio scrambles, but Sukuna's quicker. He grabs Toji by the collar and hauls him back, planting him firmly in a chair. "Hold still," Sukuna growls, pulling out a black marker from his pocket.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Toji protests, but he's laughing, clearly enjoying the chaotic turn of events.

Sukuna grins wickedly as he starts drawing on Toji's face, the crude outline of a penis taking shape on his cheek. "Just adding a little artwork. Sit still."

Gojo and Geto can't stop laughing, even as they try to make a run for it. Sukuna is relentless, though. With Toji marked, he quickly corners Geto next, who throws up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, I give up!"

"Good choice," Sukuna says, drawing another crude image on Geto's forehead. The laughter continues, echoing through the parlour as Sukuna finally rounds on Gojo, who's been trying to hide behind a potted plant.

"Come on, Sukuna, you don't have to do this," Gojo pleads, but he's grinning, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Oh, but I do," Sukuna replies, pouncing on Gojo and quickly drawing yet another obscene image on his face as Gojo screams. The room is filled with laughter, yours included, as you sip your coffee and watch the chaos unfold.

Yuji and Megumi are practically bouncing with excitement, their giggles infectious. "Suku drew on their faces!" Yuji exclaims, clapping his hands.

"That he did, Yuji," you say, ruffling his hair. "Isn't it funny?"

Megumi nods vigorously. "Funny!"

Once Sukuna's done, he stands back to admire his handiwork. The three men sit there, each with a ridiculous drawing on their faces, their expressions a mix of embarrassment and amusement.

Sukuna turns to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Well, babe, what do you think?"

You raise your coffee cup in a mock salute, grinning from ear to ear. "Beautifully done, Kuna. A masterpiece."

The room erupts in laughter again, and even Sukuna chuckles, his earlier annoyance completely gone. The kids cheer, and you feel a warmth spread through you as you watch everyone having fun together.

"Alright, you three," Sukuna says, crossing his arms and towering over Gojo, Geto, and Toji. "Maybe next time you'll think twice before letting the kids use me as their canvas."

"To be fair, it was pretty funny," Toji says, trying to look innocent despite the crude drawing on his face.

"Yeah, you did look kinda cute with the whiskers," Geto adds, winking at you.

Gojo just laughs, slapping Sukuna on the back. "Consider it payback for all the times you've messed with us."

Sukuna rolls his eyes but can't hide his grin. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't make it a habit."

As the laughter dies down, you take another sip of your coffee, savouring the moment. Life at the parlour is never boring, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

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[jenchan-writingmultis]

For the TWST Fairytale AU could you do one for Rook? I am hopelessly enamored with him

Your radiance or His satisfaction?

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A/n: This was requested last June 6, and I just got to it right now, I'm really sorry that it took so long (╥﹏╥), and wow, I actually half liked this, but the ending was a bit rushed, but here you go! I really hope you liked this one, it was stressful to write but also fulfilling! I wanted to create some kind of trope but at the same time being far away from the fairytale itself. Thank you so much for requesting this!

Pairing: Rook Hunt x Snow White GN Reader, Vil x Snow White GN Reader (One-sided)

Credits: The design was made by me in Canva and the art that was used is all from the Official Twisted Wonderland Cards Warning: A bit of Angst, and creepy behavior a bit from Rook, but he means well! Ooc(?) I hope not. Obsessive Vil (vague, since it’s one sided) Bad French

Ma chère/ Mon cher: My dear (both feminine and masculine) Masterlist ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══ Synopsis: Rook Hunt was assigned a straightforward mission:, one simple mission to take the life of a beauty who was claimed by the mirror as the "Fairest of them all"However, he never anticipated becoming captivated not only by your appearance but you as a person as well. Now, he finds himself tangled in quite a predicament. ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══

Rook Hunt:

When he first saw you, he thought that an angel fell down heaven and he was happy to help! You had a bit of a scrapped knee, most likely from stumbling down the steep stairways earlier. How did he know that?... Intuition of course! And how the scrape looked.

"Ma chère/ Mon cher!" walking to you, he'd kneel, immediately placing a sterilized handkerchief on your wound. "Are you alright?"  You were gorgeous, wearing a yellow and blue outfit, and a red bow, how adorable you are, it makes him want to kiss you!

"Yeah, I think so…" You winced as he began cleaning your injury, though you noticed he was extra careful. He was an odd stranger who had appeared just in time—or perhaps not, since you still fell and hurt your leg.  Rook on the other hand was wearing a simple outfit, something you'd notice huntsmen wear.

"Do be careful" he uses a medical kit he kept in his bag for emergencies. He gently lifted your leg, supporting your knee to wrap the gauze more easily. "Vicious boars are around the forest, who knows what could happen to a lovely person like you" Rook knew that blood is what attracts animals around, an exposed wound like this needed to be treated as soon as possible and he was happy he got to you first before any animal.

You trusted him so readily, allowing his gentle hands to wrap the gauze securely around your injury. "What's your name?" you couldn't help but be curious, you were quite attentive to your surroundings so the fact that someone managed to see you fall, it surprised you.

"Rook Hunt at your expense Ma chère/Mon cher" he offers his gloved hand to you, urging you to take it so that he can easily lift you up for you to stand. You accepted it, feeling his firm grip as he effortlessly lifted you to your feet. The way he handled you made you feel almost like a princess; his hand on your waist, fingers intertwined as if you were dancing in a grand ballroom.

That might have caused you to instinctively step back, as Rook seemed reluctant to release you. If you hadn't pulled away first, the two of you would have found yourselves in quite a compromising position.

"Right" you muttered awkwardly you didn't really know where to go from this, but Rook seemed to have other plans. "By chance Ma chère/Mon cher, will you be willing to help me with my project?"

That piqued your curiosity. "What project exactly?" Rook placed his hand on his chest, his gaze narrowing on you with a predatory intensity. "Nothing much," he replied smoothly. "I simply wish to have the opportunity to observe you."

Usually, he doesn't ask his targets if they're willing to be observed, but your case was interesting, the queen having his focus locked on you, he wanted to know, aside from your beauté, what else do you have?

Well, color him surprised, you agreed, he could see confusion in your eyes, but you didn't even question it, and that's where your weird but pleasant relationship started, he would often come to the cabin where you live with your friends, by friends, the animals you keep around, he even hunts for you! However, you eventually persuaded him to switch to a more vegetarian diet. After all, most of the animals in the forest were your friends, and you couldn't bear to see them harmed.

Rook on the other hand, doesn't even show up normally, he doesn't knock at your door, he sneaks in, seeing you already in bed and he'd grab a seat before placing himself on your side just to watch you sleep, kind of creepy, but he couldn't resist observing the way your expression softened when he traced his fingers along your cheek, as if he were gently petting a small bunny.

You wouldn't wake up catching him in the act though but do expect to see him drifting to sleep while sitting down.

Why was Rook doing this? Well, because he was weighing whether he preferred you in his arms or his hands drenched with your blood; and so far, your beauty and interesting personality got him wanting to witness more of your unpredictability.

After a few months of being around you, helping you with chores, feeding the animals, and learning more about you as a person, he decided to mention to you about the queen wanting your head on a silver platter, the reason? He doesn't know yet, but instead of fearing for your life, you just laughed. "Why would he need my head just because I'm 'prettier' than him?" You playfully hit Rook's arm as if he'd told the funniest joke ever, which made Rook chuckle. He took hold of your hand and placed a kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm not joking; unfortunately," he saw you freeze up due to his blatant affection and the obvious gravity of the situation. "he really does want your head," he states. But no matter how serious he sounds; you still find it amusing. How strange of you.

"I still don't see how I'm the fairest of them all; that mirror must be lying," you added, pulling your hand away and rubbing the spot where he had kissed it, even after all these times you've known him, you still can't get used to his sudden touches.

"You don't?" he looked genuinely surprised as he placed his hand on your cheek, gently tracing it to your chin as he lifted it up to make you see him eye to eye. "Why that is hard to believe Ma chère/Mon cher?" he watches your expression turn from surprise into a deep shade of red, you knew what he was implying however that doesn't stop him from continuing, if you really can't see the beauty that you blessed his sight for, at least his words would explain what he sees.

"Whenever I observe you, I notice that the stars in the sky seem to have found a new home in your eyes, Ma chère/Mon cher," he wonders how such a common eye color would look so alluring to him, he guesses everything a person possess becomes vibrant the more they show it or at least the more you show it. 

"You are the embodiment of grace under pressure, handling life's storms with an elegance that is both humbling and inspiring."

"Okay stop!" you pushed him away, feeling like you're being suffocated under the pressure of his love, "That's too much Rook," although you did like the effort and love that he was giving to you for the past months, you can't help but feel off about it, there's more to what this little "project" of his that meets the eye.

Ah, did you notice? The way he observed you; had a different reason than merely knowing you as a friend.  "I apologize Ma chère/Mon cher" Seeing that saddened look in your eyes, you didn't believe him despite knowing that he never lied to you right?

He stumbles from your push, but he doesn't mind. "I hope my words find their way to your heart beauty from afar." He's running out of time with this, his queen was getting frustrated because every week, the mirror only talked about you, the fairest of them all, it was obvious that he wasn't doing his job very well.

"What? Rook what are you talking about" you asked, becoming increasingly confused by his perplexing way of speaking.

"It'll make my heart happy if you thought of what I said thoroughly during my absence" he repeats once more, grabbing his bag from the tree trunk. 'I must leave for now, Ma Cherie/Mon Cher," he says, giving your head a gentle ruffle. "I'll be back in a few days."

And just like that, without acknowledging your protest, he departed, just like how he had arrived.

On the other hand, you attempted to decipher what he said. Was it a confession, perhaps? Or a code of some sort? What was it? it really does direct you more that he loved you.

Rook knew what he had felt when he first saw you; he believed it had been obvious from the start. His intuition had strongly leaned towards the idea of keeping you close, of protecting you from harm, especially from the wrath of the queen. He loves you, yet he also cannot fathom the idea of betraying his queen, what a predicament he got himself into.

That was all he could think about while he made his way back to the castle, the doors opening automatically for him, magic so dense that it made his breathing feel ragged. The moment he reached the throne, the smell of poison was evident in the air, "Roi du Poison" he called out to him, not completely devoid of affection but it was lessened, and Vil noticed that.

"How long will you continue sparing this person's life, Rook?" The mention of his name caused a shiver down his spine, yet he maintained his smile. "In due time beautiful Vil, I'm merely having fun with our prey" he states as he bows down to Vil the moment he sees the Queen stand up.

"This is unlike you" Vil sighed, his robe fluttering as he walks down, holding an apple as it glistens like temptation, even Rook wanted to take a bite of it. "If you continue this seamless cat and mouse chase, I will do your work myself"

"Trust me Roi du Poison," he says as Rook notices Vil offering his gloved hand. Chuckling, he takes the other's hand and plants a kiss on the gloved fingers. "I will do whatever the queen demands, you will not see their faces on the mirror, and you will only see yours"

Rook had observed if his beautiful words pleased Vil, which it did as he pulled his hand off, walking back to his throne. "Tomorrow night, I shall be awaiting good news from you."

"Certainly, Roi du Poison."

What should he do? The moment he went out of the castle, his heart wouldn't stop thumping so fast. He didn't even notice you trying to snap him out of his thoughts when you held his hand actually, he didn't even notice that he had mindlessly traveled to the cabin where you lived, the only time you got him to snap out was when you cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look into you, to see you instead of drowning in his worries.

"Rook Hunt!" you called out to him causing him to snap out of his thoughts, what a sight, you, touching his cheeks while squishing it, glaring at him all huffy. "Can't you explain to me the real reason why you decided to observe me?" you asked as his mouth turned into a thin line.

He nuzzled your hand as much as he would love to keep your touches on him forever, he should clear things up before it causes a misunderstanding, he didn't know what he talked about while being in a trance, but it might be connected to what he told you before.

"I was stating the truth when I told you that I wanted to observe you" he pulls your hands off his cheeks, a faint smile etched on his face. "I genuinely wanted to understand why the queen herself wanted you dead. Besides the mirror declaring you the fairest, I see no reason to end your life simply to claim your throne of beauty."

"Wait… so you're?" you couldn't believe it, were you so oblivious to the fact that he has been nothing but nice to you that you didn't realize that he was sent there to kill you.

"I was sent to take your life" Rook looked unfazed, but you on the other hand, had the look of betrayal, your eyes tearing up while looking at him, catching him surprised.

"What's wrong my dear?"

"You were planning to kill me?" you asked, looking down, seemingly defeatedly, but Rook grabbed your hands pulling it to his lips as his eyes narrowed. "Never Ma chère/ Mon cher!" he protests.

"I could never take the life of the fairest of them all- "

"Is that all I am to you?" your question silenced him as his grip loosens.

"Of course, not"

Rook, while he cherishes different kinds of beauty, whether it was negative or not, he realizes that seeing your distraught was not something he liked. He didn’t know how to explain to you that you were so much more than your outward appearance, he fell for you not only because of that.

"Let's run away" he states, letting your hands go as he had a determined expression on his face. "I do not want him to kill you either, so please"

He would have used his nicknames on you, but this was a dire situation, finally realizing his love for you too. Right, did you manage to understand what he said before? That he loves you?

"But- "before you even got anything out, he gave you a look that shut any protest of yours up. "I assure you, your friends will find their way back to you, no matter what."

"Why are you helping me? Was what you said before true?" Doubt clouded your thoughts. You loved him, cared for him—yes. He was an enigma in your normally mundane life. But he was also the one sent by the queen himself to kill you. Should you trust him again? "Do you have feelings for me, Rook Hunt?"

"I don't just like you, Ma chère/Mon cher," he admitted, his gaze dropping momentarily. It was amusing to see that a man like him would be speechless during the time he was supposed to profess his love for you.

"I love you" like a breath of fresh air, those three words came out of his mouth so casually, it just felt right.

Just like that, he captured your heart, managing to destroy any type of doubt that your brain was manifesting, it felt real, and for a moment you felt like some kind of princess eloping with their prince, which is almost the case with you, except this man was trying to save you from a grueling death.

"What do you say?" Once more, he extended his hand to you, reminiscent of the time he first helped you up. Now, he was guiding you towards a path you never imagined you'd tread.

Without hesitation, you grasped his hand, the horse Rook had used to reach you standing nearby. Both of you were prepared, of course, you said your goodbyes to your animal friends, promising to come back for them once the queen has calmed down. You can't leave them alone.

And during the high time of the night, Rook snuck you out, knowing that Vil's eyes would be everywhere, he also made sure that you were out of sight of any type of magic you were magicless yourself, so it was pretty easy to bypass magic induced barriers without alarming them.

"That lying piece of…" Vil's hand smashed a glass against the floor, as lightning seemed to strike the ground in perfect synchronization with his glare at the mirror, Rook lied, deceived him when he was one of his trusted sidekicks. How could he?

Do you think you can just stroll away effortlessly, avoiding any consequences? How laughable. He'll track you down somehow, and he'll ensure you either lose your position or become his possession.

[marigold-hills]

June 26: burn | @wolfstarmicrofic | word count: 556

NOTE: NSFW, a bit kinky, explicit, minors do not interact etc etc

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They lay curled together, Sirius and Remus, and night falls around them. The spelled sky on the canopy of Sirius’ bed comes into view. Love me under the stars, he thinks.

Remus looks at him like he’s a holy mouth peace: awe inspiring in both meanings of the word, wonderful and daunting. “The things I want to do to you,” he says, “if you’ll let me.”

Sirius feels both prey and hunter. Some ancient instinct tells him run but the madness says yes, anything, devour me whole or leave me in pieces.

“I don’t want to stop you.”

“Good,” Remus says and pushes him down, into the mattress, hand on the apex of his throat. Like a valve releasing, something in him shifts. “If you don’t enjoy anything, you will tell me. Yes?”

There is nothing that Remus could do that he wouldn’t like but he nods, agreeing, because there is steel in his Moony’s expression and he realises, just like this: it’s a two-way street. If Remus is his, then he belongs in turn, and isn’t that just the sweetest thought?

“Take of your shirt.” (And Sirius does.) “Merlin, you have carved me into your skin, and you didn’t know it.” (Hand tracing the lines of the tattoo, laying across the symbol of antimony, the wolf.) “Whatever made you realise, I will repeat every day just to keep you.”

Sirius wants to say don’t because he realised under the full moon, but before he can say so Remus leans down and pulls at the skin next to the tattoo with his teeth. “You marked yourself up for me, so very prettily. Let me finish the job?”

He must answer, somewhere amongst the whines, because Remus doesn’t stop, creates a line of bites and bruises up to Sirius’ throat. Each one a burn of liquid fire, molten honey poured on skin and Sirius wants more and more and more.

“Open your mouth,” Remus tells him.

Yes. Feed me chocolates or feed me you, keep me filled up until I spill over.

Sirius does. Remus licks at his bottom lip. “Beautiful.” Doesn’t kiss him, and Sirius thinks he might be begging for it. Instead, two fingers breach his mouth: “lick them for me, love,” and Sirius obeys. Mind whites out, eyes close over. “Look at me, come on. See what you do to me.”

There is vulnerability in the eye contact. Remus is flushed, pretty pink spreading across the bridge of his nose. Sirius sucks on the fingers in his mouth (“Good job. There you go.”) and it’s almost as good as when it was filled with Remus’ cock.

Remus doesn’t bother taking off Sirius’ trousers, only undoes the zip. Pulls his fingers out of Sirius’ mouth and pushes his hand under the fabric, wraps it around him. It’s something like bliss, if bliss was fire and ruination because Sirius knows, just like that: nothing will ever be the same again. He will do anything to keep this man, cross every boundary and break every law.

Hand sure and sturdy around Sirius, Remus leans down to kiss him. “Want to see you cum for me,” says in between.

It’s minutes, until Sirius does, wraps himself around Remus like a vine. Remus talks him through it: there you go, so good for me, you’re perfect, gods I love you.

NOTES:

It’s the quiet ones

Only four parts left, I’m going to miss these two :(

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[bloodyhoon]

Hey heyy. I see you don't have any fics yet for Jiwoong, and I was thinking if you could write maybe something fluffy (because I'm a sucker for fluff). Also 'he fell first and harder' (because I'm also a sucker for that too😩). You can create a scenario if you want, but if I can make a suggestion maybe 'coworkers to friends to lovers'... Thank you in advance. And love your fics btw, they're soo good.

Hope you have a good day/night❤️

hii <3 i was wanting to write something about jiwoong and i couldn't think of any scenario, so your request came at the right time, thank you and i love writing fluff even though i'm the most grumpy person in the world✨️ lol

pairing: kim jiwoong x female!reader.

genre: fluff. coworkers to friends to lovers. she fell first but he fell harder trope (kind of?)

warnings: mention of alcohol, drunk reader, mention of weight loss by reader, slight jealousy reader. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 2.9K

note: i'm going to take this request as my return to tumblr since i almost left this blog after being deeply insulted and offended (i can't help it, i get offended easily)

"What's your name?"

That was the first meeting between you and Jiwoong at the time when the manager of the cafeteria where you worked told you that he would be your new coworker and you had to explain everything to him. You heard his name, his age and some other things that he told you, but honestly you were lost in his warm tone of voice and the beauty of his face, his deep eyes and his smile had captivated you from the first moment and you had fallen for his charms without him even making an effort.

"But don't worry if there are some drinks that are difficult for you, they will still buy them" you shrugged as you left the blender jar in its place. You had finished explaining in detail each thing Jiwoong had to do and how to do it, which he had understood perfectly, showing you that he was quick to learn.

“Why do you say that?” Jiwoong was confused by your words as he watched your every move.

"If someone with your face offered me the entire menu, I would buy it without thinking twice and come back for more" you said casually, out of the corner of your eye you saw how the cup he had in his hand almost slipped when he heard you and you looked at him carefully. Jiwoong shook his head and with his cheeks a little flushed he let out a laugh.

"Are you always like this with your new coworkers?" he asked, his tone amused. "Do you suddenly blurt out those kinds of comments?"

"Only with pretty faces like yours" you left everything in its place before walking away from your position and approaching the cash register where several people were waiting to be served. Jiwoong watched you walk away and couldn't contain his laughter, stunned and surprised at the type of person he had as a coworker, but somehow wanting to know more about you.

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As time went by, you and Jiwoong had gotten along more than expected. You were an energetic and fun person, you liked to make jokes and flatter him in everything he did or said, while he was a little more reserved, not shy, but he was a little more introverted than you and sometimes he was overwhelmed by the way you treated him and the things you said to him, but you had managed to create a good friendship.

"So..." you linked your arm with Jiwoong's and he looked down at you. "Let's do something, it's weekend and I don't want to lock myself in my apartment like a sad old lady who has no social life."

You two had finished your work schedule on Friday and the night had fallen, so when you left work you were in the mood to go out with your friend to have some fun, practically forcing him to follow you by linking his arm with yours. Jiwoong just let himself be handled by you and let you do whatever you wanted, he loved spending time with you listening to you chatter and planning to do things together.

"It's freezing" Jiwoong pulled your body closer to his, noticing how your face had turned red and steam was coming out of your mouth with every word you said. "Don't you prefer to be in your bed wrapped up and sleeping?" he joked, he knew you would never say yes and he noticed it when you stared at him.

“Jiwoong, my god, you’re such a grandpa” you laughed in his face. "How about some drinks?" you pushed his body playfully with yours while you winked at him, the boy looked at you in silence for a few seconds.

"Your low tolerance for alcohol tells me I shouldn't accept it" he denied.

There were several times that the two of you had gone out for drinks and the boy always ended up carrying you on his back to your apartment and laying you down on your bed after telling him repeatedly that you were sober and that you could stand to continue drinking more, when clearly you couldn't even stand up. Normally you wouldn't do that with another guy, but Jiwoong had become a close friend in a short time and you were convinced enough that nothing bad would ever happen to you with him and that he would take care of you and he had taken it upon himself to show you that. The next day, with a hangover that split your head in half, the boy always appeared at your home with pills and something for you to eat without you asking him. Remembering that made you have butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks would blush.

"I promise you that this time it will be different, I will have more control over what I drink" you nodded trying to convince him as you grabbed his hand "Besides, it's your fault that they always give us free alcohol because of that pretty face of yours, it's annoying that I can't be the only one to see you" you whined as you played with his fingers. He rolled his eyes when he heard you and you laughed knowing that he wouldn't deny you anything you asked for, so pulling his hand you forced him to follow you to the first store that appeared in your sights.

Of course you didn't keep your promise and now you were on the boy's back again, who was walking slowly so you wouldn't get more dizzy and end up vomiting on his shoulder.

"Why do I still believe your promises?" he sighed and readjusted you on his back, making you tighten your arms around his neck.

"I'm sorry" you closed your eyes tightly. You sounded choked because your face was pressed against his back. "I didn't keep my promise, but next time I swear I will" you sounded sad.

"There won't be a next one, don't even dream of it" the boy protested. He was simply playing hard to get, in reality he didn't mind carrying you and much less listening to your incoherencies that he liked more and more, he was just worried that you drank so much. "Why are you so light? Did you lose weight?" he felt it the moment his hands held your legs and they felt thinner.

“Yes” you admitted. Sober you wouldn't have said it because you knew he would give you a whole speech about how you had to take care of your health and things like that. "So that when you carry me like this it won't be heavy for you because I have a few extra kilos" you sounded embarrassed and Jiwoong was surprised, you? embarrassed?

"What extra kilos are you talking about, y/n? You were fine, now too, but with your supposed extra kilos you were also fine" you opened your eyes and noticed that you were entering the apartment complex where you lived, you held on tighter to him, not wanting him to let you go. "Also y/n" the boy stopped in front of the door of your house, opening it as if he himself lived there. "You don't need to lose weight, I'll always take care of exercising myself so I can carry you however you want, so you don't worry about your weight, which is nothing anyway." those words made your cheeks take color and when you staggered off his back, you didn't dare to look him in the eyes so you just walked into the apartment clumsily and tried to close the door, but jiwoong stopped you. "Now what's wrong with you?" at this point he sounded quite resigned. He looked for your gaze, but you avoided him. “Y/n?” he let out a laugh when he noticed that your cheeks were red and you looked very embarrassed. "Are you blushing?"

"No, what are you saying?" You laughed nervously and pushed him slightly. You felt stupid, like a schoolgirl who blushed when the boy she liked walked past her.

"Is it because of what I told you?" Jiwoong let out a disbelieving laugh and wanted to get closer to you. Jiwoong found you cute because there were few times that he saw you blushing and shy so he wanted to take advantage of it, but you didn't let him get close. "Come on, don't be like that" he continued laughing and tried to grab your hand, but you gently pushed him away, guiding him to the door.

"Go home Jiwoong, didn't anyone tell you not to be at a girl's house at this hour? My neighbors will make up rumors." you really didn't care and Jiwoong knew it, they were excuses for you not to let him see you in that state, so he allowed himself to be pushed by you and almost forcibly thrown out of your house. The moment you closed the door in his face after a quick goodbye, you leaned against it, feeling your head spin and your heart race. What excuse had you just given him when in reality he always came and went from your house as he pleased? You covered your face with your hands, completely frustrated.

"See you tomorrow to cure your hangover, Y/n" you heard him from the other side of the door, his voice showed amusement and you wanted to put your head in the dirt and never come out again.

(***)

Time passed and you couldn't help but feel like a fool in love to the point that your eyes were only focused on Jiwoong's every movement and every word and smile he gave you, causing the manager to catch your attention a couple of times and you will even almost burn yourself by pouring a cup of coffee.

“Where is your head, Y/n?” Jiwoong helped you clean up the coffee you had accidentally spilled.

"Nothing, it's just-" normally you would have said something like "your pretty smile" or "your bright eyes" but you felt like if you said something like that you would blush furiously and end up with your legs shaking with nerves. "Hey, there's a client, you go and I'll clean this" he put aside the cloth he was cleaning with and with his best smile he approached. You sighed and finished cleaning up the mess just in time to hear the client talking to him.

"I'm sorry, do you have a girlfriend? If not, would you give me your number?" You didn't hide it when your eyes focused on her and Jiwoong's reaction, who had his eyebrows slightly raised at her with a surprised expression. The girl was pretty, she was more than that, her face and body were like a model and you could see the kindness in her face. You frowned slightly, completely uncomfortable, and walked past Jiwoong, clumsily dropping some napkins in your haste. The boy saw you fleeing the place, but not before noticing your frown in annoyance and your red face. He couldn't help but smile tenderly at the image.

"Sorry, I'm interested in someone else" Jiwoong handed her her coffee with a kind smile, the girl smiled a little embarrassed and said goodbye to him with her coffee in hand and a disappointed look.

The rest of the afternoon Jiwoong had tried his best to get closer to you, but you had completely ignored him and only talked to him to communicate things related to work. Jiwoong could only laugh and nod at everything you said or asked. He knew that you were upset about the girl who had asked for his number, he also knew that you had feelings for him because you were very bad at lying and acting.

"You didn't have to accompany me" you turned to open the door of your house when Jiwoong stood next to you. When you left work, you had done everything possible to avoid him, but he was always faster and was already waiting for you at the exit ready to accompany you home.

“I do it every day, Y/n, why wouldn’t I do it today?”

"Maybe you have messages to answer?" you bit your tongue in regret after letting those words out resentfully and you heard him laugh next to you.

"From the girl who asked for my number today?" you looked at him and nodded, waiting for him to say something else. "Don't worry, I turned her down, I told her I was interested in someone else."

"S-someone else?" your heart fell to your feet. Was he interested in someone else and had rejected that pretty girl? Was there anyone prettier than her in the world? You felt your stomach twist at the thought.

"Yes, on you, silly" he rolled his eyes when he noticed your worried look and your scheming head. "Aren't you interested in me too?" he brought his hand to your face and removed the hair that fell on it, so he could see your blushing face better.

“Don't play with me, Jiwoong ” you gave him a gentle smack and faked a laugh, returning your gaze to the door you had been opening.

"Y/n"

"Mhm?"

“Look at me, Y/n” he asked, you stopped what you were doing and looked at him, his face was serious and his bright, big eyes were fixed on you, with all his attention. "I like you, I'm not playing with you, I really like you a lot" he admitted. "I like your eyes, your lips, your rosy cheeks. I really like your laugh and your light personality, the way you make everyone laugh with your witty jokes and mainly I like that you are always yourself, and that's why you are beautiful in your entirety"

Your legs trembled and your eyes widened in surprise as you heard each word. Jiwoong held your hand as if he saw that you were about to faint. The fact that he knew you perfectly and read each of your movements and reactions surprised you but you liked it even more.

"But-" you shook your head "That girl..."

"You are prettier, you are more interesting and you are perfect. Don't think about her, or any other girl. I have all my attention on you and how perfect you are for me." your heart beat quickly and you could only almost throw yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck and clinging to him. His arms surrounded your waist and he felt your breathing accelerate. "I'm sorry to make you angry, I like to tease you a little, I admit it. Will you forgive me?" you nodded several times without daring to say a word. Jiwoong heard you sob quietly. "Are you crying?" he was surprised and you tightened your grip on his shoulders.

"Shut up" you simply said, completely embarrassed. You had never been a shy girl, but you had never been in love either, so you didn't know that you would become someone like that in that state and you could only cry. Jiwoong held you tighter in his arms and rubbed your back softly as he laughed a little.

(***)

The warmth of your home felt even cozier as you snuggled into Jiwoong's arms, who wrapped you in his arms while you lay on his chest. You felt his heartbeat against your ear and how his chest rose and fell according to his relaxed breathing. You smiled and settled into your place, enjoying that feeling of tranquility and warmth. Months ago you would'nt have imagined being in the arms of the boy on the couch in your apartment and you also did'nt imagine that you would go out with your fingers intertwined every day showing him off as your boyfriend.

"Are you asleep?" his voice sounded like a whisper. You were sleepy, but you couldn't allow yourself to fall asleep because you had things to do so you couldn't let time pass. You shifted in your spot and raised your head, meeting his soft gaze.

“I have to get up” you shifted in your place trying to get out of his arms, but he pulled you close to his body.

"No, you don't" he denied, indifferent.

“Jiwoong ” you whined. "If I don't do this now, then it will be too late" you didn't try to get out of his arms again, but you knew you had to. Jiwoong moved in place, pressing your body against the couch and practically crushing you with his own body, he approached you and kissed your forehead.

"But we're comfortable like this" he looked into your eyes with false sadness, trying to convince you to give up your activities.

"Move, Jiwoong" you laughed, pushing him by the shoulders, he laughed too and wrapped his arms around your torso, putting his face in your neck.

"Don't leave me" he asked you, brushing your neck with his lips. "I promise that later I will do for you what you had to do, but stay here with me, I can't tolerate being away from you."

You took a deep breath and felt your face heat up, you felt overwhelmed because the moment you both started dating, Jiwoong took a turn in terms of his feelings for you and you could never take him away from you, he was always next to you hugging you, kissing you and asking you not to walk away from him, always telling you how much he adored you and how good it was for him to have you by his side.

"Will you stay here with me?" he removed himself from your neck and approached your face, his gaze fell on your lips and you couldn't hide the smile.

"Are you so in love with me?" a playful smile was on your lips and he nodded quickly, completely serious.

"A lot" he admitted confidently. His body leaned over you and kissed you tenderly and lovingly while his arms were still wrapped around your body. He left short kisses repeatedly on your lips and you just laughed, hugging him.

“I am too” you assured him, feeling his heart rate quicken. Your hug extended to hours lying on the couch, clearly leaving aside everything you had to do and complying with Jiwoong's whim that you not leave his arms.

send me request for zb1 pls

[perfectlyoongi]

HUSBAND!JIN who proposes to you backstage before a concert. if he was already nervous about the concert, why not add the extra nervousness of the proposal? it was the only logical solution for Jin who, just minutes before he stepped on stage, held you by the hands and simply asked you to marry him, without a ring, without a speech, without an apparatus — just those four words, sparkling eyes and a nervous smile. “i have to go, but first i wanted to ask something. will you marry me?”

HUSBAND!JIN who asks your wedding guests to write a message for you to open on your first anniversary without telling you anything. from table to table, from person to person, Jin made a point of asking all your guests to keep secrets that little surprise, wanting to show you in a year that all the guests, that all the people who were dear and important to you, believed in your love as much as you did — the reassurance that your passion was destined long ago. “i know how important they are to you. i thought you would like to see their love for us in form of written words.”

HUSBAND!JIN who sees an image of two items together and sends you with the caption us in another universe. two cardboard boxes in the trash, two open paint cans, two shiny marbles, there was no limit to Jin's precious heart; it was a strange quality, especially when the objects became more eccentric, but you saved all the images on your phone, smiling when you saw hammers and chandeliers in the middle of your photos with Jin — maybe he was right, you really were those two cowboy hats. “look at these straws! it’s us in another universe, don’t you see?”

HUSBAND!JIN who buys his sweaters with you in mind because he knows you're going to steal them. it was already a habit for Jin to buy clothes with you in mind: with so many shirts and sweaters, your part of the closet was filled with your husband's clothes and it was easy for Jin to know which patterns and colors caught your attention the most; so, Jin's shopping bags were full of clothes for him, yes, but all the colors and patterns were your favorites so that when you steal his clothes you'll feel more beautiful than you already are. “today i went shopping. do you want to see what sweaters i bought? i think you’ll like them.”

HUSBAND!JIN who takes you to ikea to pretend to be a melodramatic couple in a hollywood movie in the kitchen section. you and Jin were happy together, with some arguments occasionally, but nothing that a kiss or apology couldn't fix; but you and Jin also liked the drama, feeling the adrenaline rushing through your veins and forcing you to say gibberish; so, visiting ikea while looking for furniture for the house always ended up in the kitchen section, where between counters and sinks the two of you adopted the role of a long-saturated couple, always ending up in ridiculous arguments that made you laugh. “if we go there now, we can have ten minutes. want to go? we need new chairs anyways.”

HUSBAND!JIN who insists on having a gallery of your photos in the living room of your house. photographs he took of you and you of him, photographs of both you and photographs of the most important moments of your life were forever framed on the white wall of your living room, telling, through bright colors and genuine smiles, your love story to whoever came to visit you — it was Jin's favorite part of the entire house. “i just want everyone to know how our love only grows with each passing moment.”

HUSBAND!JIN who swears that your love is linked by a red thread that will never break. Jin believed that, at the beginning of time, the gods admired the depth of your love and, as such, linked you with a thread with the intention of uniting you in all the lives you lived; it was destiny, it was history, it was true — your love would never end because the thread that united you was created by the most enduring stars in the universe. “in this universe or another. in this life or the next. it doesn't matter where or when. but i will always look for you and i will always love you.”

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

the father [solar lunacy] the son [you move to dayshift but aren't paid any more, go figure] and the holy spirit [i see you, sundrop!]

[fitpacs]

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[bloodbathfortwo]

What does everyone think of Nigel Forbes-Colbie ever getting pregnant? It doesn't matter how you interpret it: Omegaverse, males can get pregnant Au, Trans! Nigel. Just tell me your guys' headcanons of Nigel's pregnancy: The changes, the hardships, the softness, and the vulnerabilities.

[hellogoodbyegirl]

Supertramp in Melody Maker

[cowardstiel]

i think it should be mandatory that everyone watch The Social Dilemma at least once every six months

[cistematicchaos]

ID: a post by @ / myceliumgirl from Sep 16th, 2022 reading:

"Call it solidarity, call it the evolutionary drive towards mutual aid, call it friendship, call it camraderie, call it community. Call it whatever you want, but understand that it is love."

I love this post. It's poetry, it's beautiful and it's true to me. But I also think a lot about how (I think it was) @jacuzziwaters who pointed out that the last part of it doesn't apply to plenty of us. Like, obviously, all of these things are connected and it's glorious, but your foundation for these things doesn't have to be love, love doesn't even have to be part of the picture.

I know the idea of loveless connections, relationships, ect is just completely unfathomable to some people but they're here. They exist and they're beautiful and important too.

Obviously, solidarity/community/ect can be shitty as well, falling into abusive structures and patterns and/or existing solely for bigoted reasons but if we're gonna acknowledge their beauty, I think it's definitely worth pointing out love isn't what makes these remarkable. Or rather, it doesn't have to be love; there is beauty in these connections alone, in community dedicated toward taking care of its own. Loveless relationships/connections prove that all the time and deserve the acknowledge for it, honestly.

[coffeeandcalligraphy]

ok ok so you know how my life has majorly revolved around my pain since july & how that has been extremely difficult :) well lately I find myself getting up later than I want to & making my bed as badly as I possibly can & getting out of the house after noon when I planned to get out in the morning & walking to the library when it’s sunny & sitting there for hours & the whole time I’m most concerned with writing & that it’s incredible what I’m doing, it’s a little paradise

[sunsoak]

Men never fail to disappoint at the met gala. Theme could be anything in the world and every single time half of them are in a plain black tux. Do you ever get tired of being so boring

[secattention]

Tennessee Senate passes Bill that Bans ''Chemtrail'' Spraying in their skies

[sirfrogsworth]

Remember this joke?

Well, I am going to do something similar only with photography. This is a photo someone took for an Amazon review of their Clinique products.

Honestly, it is not a terrible photo. They did some staging. They have an interesting background. All of the labels are legible. It is properly exposed. This would be a perfectly acceptable product photo for an Etsy page.

I've been taking these advanced photography courses in preparation for whenever I am able to create a new studio in the house. And my teacher is a photography badass. I just watched a 6 hour class on how to recreate a professional Clinique ad. And at first glance it looks deceptively simple. It's just some skin care products being splashed with a little water.

Which is why I wanted you to see an average person for reference.

This is what Karl Taylor came up with.

And I don't think I've learned so much about photography in one tutorial before.

Product photography is just loads and loads of problem solving. You have to light the chrome caps with a gradient. Which requires giant diffusion scrims.

Those big white panels are literally only there for the two chrome caps.

You need a pure white background, but you can't let light spill all over the studio, so you put up giant black light blockers.

And you have to add another light just for the orange bottle on the right.

Oh, and if you want the bottles to glow, well, you have to hide a silver reflector behind them.

But you still want the edges of the bottles to be darker so they have some contrast. So you add some black tape to the sides.

And in order for the reflective labels to have bold black lettering, you have to reflect black cards into them.

Ack! Karl's beautiful bald head is showing up in the chrome caps! He must put on the naughty blanket.

And once you get every aspect of every bottle perfectly lit, you finally get to yeet some water at it all.

I don't love product photography because I have a weird obsession to help greedy corporations make their wares look more beautiful. I love it because it is a complicated and challenging new puzzle every time. Every product is a different shape and requires a different technique to make it look its best.

I don't know if I will be able to live up to Karl's standards.

This is about the level I was at in 2017 before I quit photography.

I have so much more knowledge in my brain now. I'm really hoping I can surpass that.

[teaboot]

This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.

I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.

(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)

Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.

And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.

I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.

And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.

But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.

But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.

And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.

So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.

And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.

But what if I hadn't known how to do that?

What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?

What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?

My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.

And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?

How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?

I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.

I think I'm gonna frame it.*

(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)