#so im hoping by spring i will be able to get back to doing more hobbies and being a person outside of work again

[internetgremlin-writes]

it's been 2 months since u gone now... I used to remember ur voice and how u made me happy 💔 R.I.P internetgremlin-writes we all going to miss you

BESTIE IM NOT DEAD I JUST WORK 40+ HOURS A WEEK NOW 😭

And I went on holiday because this bitch hasn't left her country in 7 years and it was LONG overdue

I wanna write but I'm currently half asleep by the time I finish work + have a lot of additional reading and stuff to do to make sure I stay on top of things + complete my mandatory first year portfolio thingy + trying to move out of my parents house and in with a BOY + making time to spend time with said boy + trying to read books and go outside and do vaguely human with hobby things as well

I'm sorry I don't mean to keep scaring you guys by vanishing and my drafts are so full of chapters and ideas and it's breaking my heart seeing them sitting there gathering because I'm just too tired atm

[luvrxbunny]

crybaby

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader 

Prompt: Dacryphilia(?)

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, insecure thoughts/relationship doubts, piv, unprotected sex  (lmk if I forgot anything)

WC: 3.1k

A/N: *gasp* im on time?! i hope this counts- reader is crying but it's not a turn-on or anything, it's kinda just something that's happening

Eddie’s band had been on tour for a month now, all his classes were online and he’d Facetime you so you could ensure he’s doing his work but you still miss him. He’s supposed to come home in a week and you don’t know what you’re going to do. You’ve been stressed out of your mind without his calming presence, you’ve told him about some of your stresses and he’s helped but you’re starting to feel like you’re just putting a dampener on his tour so you stopped. 

You miss him so much it’s heartbreaking. You knew it would be hard, after being with Eddie for two years now you guys have never spent more than a week apart. You thought though, that after being with him for so long you’d be fine, you’d saved up enough ‘Eddie Time’ to get through the month. You couldn’t have been more wrong. 

He was nice enough to let you stay in his room for the month, and you never noticed how big his bed was. You actually used to complain that it isn’t big enough for the both of you but now the only thing you can think is how big it is. If this bed was really made for one person then why is it so big? 

Your math homework is scattered on the floor, thrown off the bed in a fit of frustration. You miss him. It’s not that he could’ve done the math for you or anything but he’d make you feel better at least, help you google it and try to figure it out, maybe make you feel like less of a dumbass. But he’s not here. You sigh into his pillow before inhaling his faint scent, tears almost springing to your eyes. 

You try not to tell him too much about how deeply your yearning for him goes. You don’t want him to feel bad for leaving, you couldn't be more proud of him for booking this little tour and you’d never want him to stay back for you… but it wouldn’t hurt if he could make a little more time. These past few weeks you’ve barely been able to keep him on the phone, only being available for a few minutes before having to run into a meeting, a practice session, or a vocal lesson. Apparently, he tried to cram all of his meetings and such into this week so that he could spend his last few tour nights getting shitfaced. 

He had told you the plan in a rushed and staticky call while he was in an elevator, that was the only free time he had for you, his girlfriend. An elevator ride.

So now you’re in his favorite pair of panties and one of his shirts in case he wants to video call. He gave you piles of silly promises of video-chat sex, you laughed at them when he made them but started craving them after the first two days. He called you on the Wednesday of his first week gone with plans for ‘sex’ but ended up a bit too tired. That was the only time he called… You’re still hopeful though. 

You try your best to hold back your tears as you press your face into his pillow. You jump when you hear the front door unlock but when you check the time you realize it’s just Wayne. He doesn’t mind you being here, you make your own dinner and buy groceries sometimes, other than that you guys don’t really interact so you stay where you are, sniffling into Eddie’s pillow. Unfortunately, you miscalculated how loud you were because suddenly Eddie’s room door opened and your body froze. You’re waiting for him to make some awkward attempt at a soothing, comforting conversation, muscles tense with the promise of embarrassment. 

“Man, I don’t even get a ‘hi’?” Eddie.

Your head whips up from the pillow and your heart breaks at the way his smile drops along with his bags as he rushes to your side of the bed. “What’s wrong? Did Wayne say some-” You’re sitting up and crashing your lips into his with a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling his body to press against yours. You’re still getting up, wanting to be as close to him as you can and now kneeling on the bed, almost his height as he’s standing. You’re gripping the sides of his face, whimpering into his mouth as he coos into yours and his hands are around your waist, pulling your body into his.

You only pull away once you begin to feel light-headed from the lack of oxygen and even then you’re still pressing kisses all over his giggling face. He has to wrestle you into a hug to get you to stop, laughing into your ear with his chest bouncing against yours. “So you missed me?” He says with a cocky tone, but when he pulls away to smile at you there’s a genuine vulnerability in them that you’re in love with. 

You kiss him again, a little peck before smiling against his lips. “I missed you so much, Eddie.” Your voice cracks with emotion and his arms tense around you for a moment before lifting to cup your cheek and pulling you in for a slow, romantic kiss. His tongue slides over your lips before slipping into your mouth and relearning your taste. You can already feel yourself melting for him, all your bones turning to jelly and dampening your panties. You’re pulling him down already, trying to get him in bed and he’s laughing. 

“Slow down, baby! I-” You kiss him again, a silent beg for him to just get in bed with you. You bring your hands into his hair and whimper against him as your hips twitch in the air just from his taste. You slide your tongue into his mouth this time, earning a shocked moan from the back of his throat as your tongue slides against his, admiring its softness and the moans the action elicits from him. His hands leave your body as he fumbles with his belt. He’s nodding subtly and subconsciously against you as he gives in to his needs. 

You can hear him growing more unrestrained as he takes his pants off, his breaths quickly speed up and become heavier. His movements get a bit fumbled and frantic as he tries to kiss you and get his long legs out of his skinny jeans. He ends up crashing on you, tripping over his pants, and landing half on you half on the bed. He’s giggling intermittently, still trying to drown his lips in yours. You’re grinning wildly at his desperation, happy that he needed you as badly as you needed him.

“Calm down, sweetheart.” You chuckle half-heartedly against his neck once he gets his leather jacket off. He’s left in his wife beater, boxers, and chains, climbing over you, hands roaming every part of your body. He has this animalistic look in his eyes, one you’re sure matches the look on your face. You wrap your arms around his waist, running your hands lightly up his back and smiling at the way he shudders as his eyelids flutter. His hand comes up to rest beside your head as he lowers his crotch to yours, holding eye contact and groaning once his pulsing cock comes in contact with your hot core. 

He leans back and reaches down for the hem of the t-shirt- his t-shirt that you’re wearing and pulls it up. He has to apologize for the way his hips jerk against yours, thrusting him against your covered pussy like he was actually fucking you, but he couldn’t help it, not when you’re wearing these panties. He leans back down and presses his forehead against yours to let a ragged groan out against your face. Your hips twitch into his slowly building pace at the sound.

“How-” He cuts himself off with a groan and buries his face in your neck, muttering praises and kissing the skin there before coming back up. “How can you tell me to- to calm down when you know-” One hand comes down to the band of your panties, reaching between your thighs to pull the elastic there and snap it against your sensitive skin. “You know you’re wearing these… hm? Explain that, sweetheart.” He says the last tone with a drop of venom, teasing the nickname you used for him earlier while purposely grinding his tip into your clit so he can watch you stumble over your answer. 

He chuckles and pulls away once he’s had enough of your silent, trembling lips, trying desperately to form words for him. He pulls his boxers down to his thighs and takes one leg out before pulling on the elastic of your panties again. “Are you just gonna watch or do you wanna get undressed too, my love?”

He says it with a smirk but there’s something about it that’s more loving than teasing as it has a new heat blooming over the one that’s already resting in your stomach. You’d been just staring at him, admiring him as he undressed and you’re sneaking peeks at him even now, as you take your panties off. He smiles at your struggle to take them off, wiggling on your back to shimmy them around your thighs and he’s climbing back over you the second you have them off. 

“Been needing you so long, baby.” His statement sounds so genuine as he strokes his cock against your entrance, the tip nudging into your messy hole on every other stroke. It’s a tease but Eddie doesn’t even mean for it to be, he’s just mesmerized by the way his cock is just crying into you, pouring everything he has into your perfect little hole. He groans and has to shut his eyes, a bit worried at how the thought makes his cock throb. He looks up at you for assurance once more and his face crumbles at the way you’re already staring at him. You’re giving him the big pretty eyes, the sweetest face you have, begging him to put it in, to fill your every crevice with his thick cock and he gives it to you before you can even blink. 

He thrusts his hips forward, plowing his way through your tight ring of muscle, groaning at the way you squeeze his cock and the way your hands are gripping his shoulders, looking for purchase from the pleasure he’s assaulting you with. You try to stay calm, you keep your limbs from shaking, your eyes from rolling back and you’re trying to keep your face neutral but his cock twitches inside you once, and your entire resolve breaks. A shiver runs up your spine as you curl in on yourself and groan his name while pulling him down to lean into his neck. You can’t see the way his eyes roll back at your breath on his neck but you can feel the way he’s already shaking against you. His arms give out, dropping him to press flush against you with a grunt. He apologizes mindlessly, his hips never stopping their steady pace. 

You are surrounded by him, floating away yet grounded by him. You love him so much and he’s been gone for so long. You’re overcome with joy at finally having your boy back in your arms, moaning sweetly into your ear, his adorable little body shaking against you as he fucks his desperate cock into you. He didn’t even know you were missing him so much but he came home early anyway, ready and wanting for you. You feel embarrassment nip at your belly as tears spring to your eyes. You try to bury your face in his shoulder and ignore it, let him keep fucking you as much as he needs. 

You don’t want him to stop and if he sees you’re crying that’s exactly what he’ll do. You’ve never felt so consumed, so wrapped and completely enveloped in love before. You only started to even understand what love was when Eddie started loving on you. You’re so grateful for him and everything he is and his dick is sliding into you so perfectly. He’s bullying your G-Spot every time he thrusts in, his fat tip hitting your most sensitive spot and turning your brain to mush with every movement. 

Your tear slides down your face when he moans your name into your ear like a prayer, like you’re the best thing he ever has or will have. It falls onto his shoulder and rolls off his arm, he slows for a moment, his moans turning into muted pants as he listens and observes. His hips slow even more when he takes in your shaking hands and trembling shoulders. He tries to pull your head from his neck, his pace more of a lazy thrust now but you refuse and that’s what makes him stop completely. “Baby?”

His voice is shaking and scared, his hand is trembling on the back of your head, softly cradling it. You whine into his neck and lift your hips, sinking his cock back into your hole with a hushed moan as Eddie clamps his eyes shut, bites into his lip, and presses his hands on your hips, forcing them back down to the bed. “Can’t fuck you if you’re crying, my love. What’s-” You cut him off with a shaky whimper at his term of endearment and try to explain yourself. 

“Still wan’ it.” You whine to him like that’s the most obvious thing in the world. His hips twitch against you before his cock slowly slides out and back in again. “Yeah?” He questions before speeding up a bit, still keeping a tame, relaxing pace. Your muscles un-tense and your head falls back, exposing your neck to Eddie who happily dives in. “Yeah..” You sigh out as he starts pressing air-light kisses to your sensitive skin. 

“Jus’ missed you so much, Ed.” He whimpers into your neck at the confession and his hips speed up just a fraction. “Needed you all the time but-” You whimper as he bites your skin gently, choosing to use a bit more force on some parts. “But you were so busy- an’-” You moan and dig your fingers in his hair as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to draw in, slowly tightening from Eddie’s thrust and your outpour of emotion and love. “An’ now you’re here and you’re so perfect and so good, Eddie.” Your eyes roll back as you lock your legs behind Eddie’s waist forcing him to keep his cock pressed into you fully, making you feel so full. His thighs are jumping at your words- so innocent but somehow have more effect on him than any dirty talk he’s heard before. 

He pulls his head out of your neck, little droplets of water littering his long lashes. “Missed you too, doll.” His words are a rough whimper against your lips before he dives in, his hips now moving at a new speed, reinvigorated by your love. He’s kissing you messy, basically just pressing his lips against yours and fucking you, your tongues are everywhere, trying to taste everything and making a mess of both of your faces, all while his hips fuck into you with mind-blowing precision, sending tsunamis of pleasure through your bones on every thrust. 

The coil in your stomach tightens even further, reaching the point of no return as your legs tighten around him again. You try to calm down, to keep your pussy from fluttering around Eddie but his knowing chuckle in your ear breaks your resolve, and your pussy spasms around him. “Yeah. Felt like you were trying something.” He reangles himself and adjusts his thrusts, changing them to a slow, hard grind so he stimulates your clit, bringing you to the edge closer than you expected. 

Your hands fly to his shoulders, your nails grip him and he groans against you, his eyes rolling back with a gut-wrenching smirk on his face. “Mmm- Mark me up, sweetheart. I-” He breathes out a desperate breath of air, inhaling you instead with a strained whine before dropping into your neck again. His hips grow a bit frantic and his whines turn to rabid grunts as he fucks into you with everything he has, trying to hold off his orgasm as you moan and twitch around his overly sensitive cock. 

“Cum all over me, baby.” It’s a request and Eddie was ready to beg but you let go at his first utterance. You explode all over him, he has to reach up lightning fast to slap his hand over your mouth as your eyes cross and you moan, completely debauched into his hand. He grunts out against his hand, biting his lip to try and hold his sounds in as you soak his dick, squeezing him erratically as you cum. He tries to hold back, let you finish basking in your orgasm before pouring his seed into you but your muffled sounds are too much. He whines out curses and moans of your name against the back of his hand as you moan for him into the other side. 

His hips slam into yours one last time to push himself as deep as he can go before his cock explodes. He doesn’t know how he had so much cum inside him but he’s sure it’s going to overflow. He can’t even think as his orgasm tears through him, he can hear you encouraging him distantly and it forces another load to rack through his body. His balls are painfully tight as he tries to give you everything he has, completely empty his balls into you. It’s all for you anyway. He lets you know too, it’s the only thing he’s able to mutter to you as he cums. “S’all f’you, baby. All for you.”

He whimpers against you with a few more tremors shooting through his body before wrapping his arms around your waist and rolling onto his back with a sigh. You giggle softly and try to climb off of him but you get a groan of protest. “Eddie, m’heavy, baby.” You smile as you speak, letting your fingers run over his wet, pink lips. He snorts in response. “Liar.” He readjusts his position, sinking into the bed some more, wrapping his arms tighter, and falling asleep. You pretend to be upset that you’re left with no option but to cuddle with him until you fall asleep in his arms. 

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[kyleknight]

bed bugs: something I hope you never have to see irl

Hello there. I just spent about $800 or more dealing with and getting rid of bed bugs (and my infestation was thankfully not bad at all) so Im making this post to hopefully help someone else out there.

What are they?

horrible tiny bugs that are masters of hiding that come out at night and suck human blood (although they can bite pets)

they are good at hiding but they can’t really burrow down into things, so they tend to hide in folds and creases of your mattress and box spring

they can only suck blood and inject anticoagulant to make you bleed. they dont have claws or pincer mouth parts, so their only defense is hiding when they’re not eating

they do lay eggs but they don’t lay a ton of them. if you catch them early enough, then there might not be too many bugs in your home

How do they get in my house?

it only takes one to start an infestation. they can be picked up just about anywhere, but the more likely places are associated with high volumes of travel: hotels, buses, trains, airports, and sometimes even hospitals, nursing homes, or day cares

they sometimes come in on luggage, personal bags, or shoes, hide until they feel comfortable, and then seek out people, which they can track by body heat and air exhalation

How do I know if I have them?

if you are getting insect bites on your arms, back, and legs which are not the little red spots of flea bites and also not the small swollen spots of mosquito bites. bed bug bites tend to swell up a lot across patches of skin, especially if you’re allergic to them (which most people are)

basically they look like rashes or welts and they can be VERY itchy

also, if you inspect your mattress and box spring and you notice tiny little spots of blood on the edges, it’s a fairly clear sign

the actual bugs are very small and hard to spot but sometimes you can find their eggs, which are also tiny and white in color, in your dryer lint

Can I get rid of them with sprays?

unfortunately no. any of the sprays you can buy at Walmart or any other store are useless unless you are spraying the bug directly. the only method of completely eradicating them for good is to contact an exterminator and have them handle it. the sooner the better

if you do see them, you can spray them, but doing so will only be scratching the surface of the actual infestation

Do I have to get a new mattress or new bedding?

as long as you thoroughly wash and dry all of your bedding, you don’t have to get rid of anything. make sure you dry on high heat to kill anything that might potentially be hiding in it

also a VERY important thing to get is a zipped mattress protector. put that on your mattress and your box spring and the bugs will never be able to get through it. you can sleep comfortably again. it HAS to be a zipped protector that completely encases the mattress

and vacuum your floor. vacuum it and empty the vacuum immediately. throw the contents away, tie it all up tight in a trash bag, and take it to the dumpster right away

I truly hope that nobody reading this ever has to go through what I went through. It’s frustrating not being able to sleep because you’re so worried you’re going to get bitten by tiny bugs you can’t even see. It’s not your fault if you get them; it only takes one to start a serious problem.

But if you do suspect them, act on it as quickly as possible. The worse it gets, the more expensive it is to treat your home to eliminate them.

Take care!

[yenqa]

APPLE CIDER (bedroom sessions)

Sparkling apple cider. Once a sweet, refreshing drink you could easily enjoy. Now everytime you’re reminded of that cursed drink all you get is the sour memories that came with it. One memory including the fallout of yours and (now ex) boyfriend, Jay's relationship. But, it just so happens Jay is determined to win your heart back once again. Will he be able to restore the sweet taste? Or will apple cider ruin your life once again?

read part one here!

genre : exes to lovers, written fic, angst, fluff, dual pov (but more y/n, highschool au

featuring : enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, kwon eunbi, ocs : hyun-woo, mrs. lim

warnings : swearing (lots), ignorant parents (only mentioned), crying, food, parties, groveling??? idk, reader has the same bad habits, blood/injuries

wc : 7k

pairing : jay x fem!reader

YENQA : i worked really hard on this and im really happy with the outcome!! i hope you guys like it as much as i do :) also!! everyone thank @yeokii and @redm4ri for proof reading this!!

000 FIRST HEARTBREAK (prologue)

It was junior year when you first met him. Just last year (2022), Hyun-woo walked up to you in the library with a charming but sweet smile, he sat next to you and introduced himself. At first you were skeptical, unsure of your new friendship. But his stupid cute smile and his enchanting eyes lured you right in.

That night you had left with his number and a smile on your face.

The next few weeks he barely ever talked to you, sufficing with a small wave in the hallways or small talk about classwork. But when spring was just around the corner, that had immediately changed.

Hundreds of messages came through in the span of two months. You two would talk for hours and hours on end about anything really. His sweet smile would stay throughout all those facetimes, sometimes you wondered if his face would fall off if he smiled any longer. 

After months of talking, you figured out you were hopelessly falling for him. And there was no way out. But you also figured he must’ve liked you back—I mean those hundreds of calls weren’t for nothing were they?

At first, they weren’t. He eventually asked you out in May and you dated happily for three months. 

Since he was your first you didn’t know how a relationship should work, or how one should act in it. You thought him ghosting you for weeks on end was normal, and that everyone went through it. Even if it wasn’t normal, he came back to you, showering you in gifts such as stuffed animals and gold jewelry. So, you continued on with the relationship, knowing he would come back to you anyways.

But then, he didn’t come back. It was September and you hadn’t talked to him all August—to say the least you were confused. Where had he been all this time?

The first day of school you had immediately ran up to him, you remembered you had said, “What’s wrong? Why have you been ignoring me all last month?” 

And he laughed.

He laughed straight at your worried expression. 

And you want to cry.

It was all a bet, he said. One that involved completely playing with you to win some money.

You couldn’t cry in front of him, nor could you run away from him like a fucking loser (which you really wanted to do but you wouldn’t want to see the pleasure on his face). All you could do was say “Okay,” and walk away. That’s all you did—So hopefully to him you seemed unfazed. But that facade didn’t last long.

You almost tripped over things or even people on the way to the bathroom, sobbing your eyes out until they had wrung dry.

You were sad—Yes, but you were also frustrated by how stupid you were.

He didn’t even talk to you half the time, he barely even knew what you liked or disliked, he didn’t even pay attention to the kind of jewelry you wore—he bought a gold necklace for you as a loyal silver wearer, and overall you were just stupid. Stupid to fall for the role he put on.

Crying usually didn’t take long for you, usually an half an hour at most. But that day you had sobbed and sobbed in that stupid toilet stall for one hour and you didn’t feel like going back to class with your crusty eyes, so you accidentally skipped your first three periods. 

You remember that day as vividly as possible. Your parents were furious that you skipped three classes—So angry they didn’t even look twice at the dark circles under your puffy eyes or the red tint that had covered your face.

One thing you knew was that you never told them, the only thing telling them would get you was a scolding because you skipped three classes over a boy. A boy who was your “first love”. And as stupid as it sounds, they wouldn’t understand. Honestly you wouldn’t be surprised if they told you that they thought your feelings were just little pranks you were playing on them.

If your parents thought that, everyone probably thought that. So, you put on a happy face for Chaewon, even if she knew you were sad she probably didn’t even care. I mean if Hyun-woo didn’t even like you, who would?

001 REALIZING THE OBVIOUS

Jay never thought he was stupid. Actually, he found much pride in how smart he was. He was always the kind of person to think before they say something. He was never impulsive—Well until he met you that is. But that didn’t really end well did it?

It made it even worse that nobody seemed to care. Sunoo didn’t even send a sad look his way (which by the way—Was totally deserved even if he did mess up).

“Why the long face, Jay? You lose another cute girl?” Jake teases, a grin appearing on his face. 

“Who was it again? Hyun-woo’s ex-girlfriend?" Sunghoon's smile grows, “Finally played her?”

Jay groans, “Yeah, i did, but i messed up, bad.”

“What- did Hyun-woo threaten to jump you again?” Jungwon's eyebrows furrow, almost worried that Jay would lose in a fight with him—which he definitely wouldn’t.

“God, you guys are so ignorant, think about the poor girl for once.” Sunoo sighs, rolling his eyes at his friend's fuckboy-ness.

Jay almost rolls his eyes at Sunoo's comment. Were you thinking about Y/n when you blurted his secret out? But he knew he had to take accountability, whether he liked it or not.

“No way. Does the Park Jay feel bad about a girl? The Heartbreaker Park Jay?" Jake asks. And Jay wonders why he’s even friends with them. “Okay, I do feel bad. How do you apologize to a girl? Also Sunoo?" 

He tilts his head.

“Never get drunk again.” Jay warns.

He scoffs, “Weren’t you planning on telling her anyways? I just ripped the bandage off for you.”

The group of boys burst into laughter but Jay couldn’t seem to figure out what was funny. “I didn’t come here for you guys to laugh at my misery.”

Niki gasps, “Jay, you’re actually serious about this one? This is a first.”

This time Jay actually rolls his eyes, “No dumbass- I’m just mad I can’t play around with her anymore.” The group seems fully convinced, some nodding their heads in expectancy. Jay’s eyebrows furrow seeing them be so blind to his problem, “I was kidding.” He deadpans, “I’m serious about her.”

His nose scrunches ever so slightly, “Oh. Well then you’re in huge trouble.”

“I know.”

“Okay—But seriously,” Jay asked, “How should I apologize?” A sudden wave of silence washed over them, looking at each other and shrugging.

-

Apologies, apologies, apologies was what went through his brain that night. What could he do that could fix the mess he had made?

People say real apologies came from the heart, but what even came from the heart? It’s an organ.

Jay’s mind felt like it was about to explode. It’s been an hour but his mind was empty, completely hollow. How could he fix this situation? Well first he could say sorry—Not that you would forgive him easily but it was a crucial part to his fix.

Until it finally clicked.

002 JAY’S “MASTER” PLAN

Last week you couldn’t bear the thought of coming back to school after the party, but here you were, driving yourself to school after a very sad three week mid winter break. A band aid now covering the tip of your finger that you had picked off. And—Of course. You forgot your water bottle again.

You sigh, fixing your silver necklace, you brush your hair behind your hair and open the car to—Oh fuck.

Why did Jay just happen to look like a fucking angel fallen from heaven at 7am in the morning?

And why was Jay here so early at school? You usually arrive much earlier than him.

You compose yourself, walking past him. Holding yourself to not even slightly slow down or look back. 

Finally arriving at your locker you open it, looking at the light pink bag in it, one that you never put in it. Your eyebrows furrow as you pick it up, opening the mysterious bag.

You smile at the small snacks inside. A small bag of your favorite chips and a few of your favorite candies. That smile drops when you see an apple shaped sticky note with familiar handwriting inside. 

Some gasps behind you, you jump,  quickly turning around to see your beloved friends. “Someone’s got a secret admirer?” Eunbi teases, both Chaewon and her walking up to you.

You sigh, “It’s from Jay, do you want it?” You offer to both of them. They both grab it, sharing whatever snacks are in there. 

“Oh!” Chaewon lights up, “Here’s your coffee.” She smiles with guilt. You smile back, gladly taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink to quench your thirst.

“Did the note say anything?” Eunbi pulls out the slightly crumpled sticky note in there. You glance at it, noticing Jay’s very asymmetrical heart.

You unconsciously laugh, quickly covering it up before grabbing the small note, reading it.

To My Apple,

I was stupid to use you to get back at him. Honestly the most stupid thing I would ever do and I deeply regret it. I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want to see me right now and I understand that you want your space from me. I just want to make it clear, I really do love you and I would never ever do something that horrible to you again. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to be on good terms even if you don’t fully forgive me for what I did to you. I truly am in love with and honestly I can’t live without you. Fuck I just miss you, you don’t have to respond or anything I just want to make it clear that I’m sorry, and I love you so much.

Jay

And your lips tug up just a bit.

“Y/n are you okay? You’ve been quiet since you’ve read that. What’s on there?” Chaewon asks, moving next to you to read from the flimsy paper.

Your eyes widen slightly, “Oh—It’s nothing.” you fumble with the paper a bit, “Nothing important.” 

Eunbi laughs, “You’re such a bad liar, Y/n. But if it’s from Jay then you have to tell us.” Chaewon nods.

“No! I mean, it’s not from Jay. Let’s just go to class?” You smile at them shoving the sticky note into whatever pants pocket you have.

“You’re lucky you have your first period alone Missy.”

Throwing them a cheeky smile, you quickly walk to the nearest trash can, quickly tossing it in before looking around. You make eye contact with Jay and quickly look away again.

God—Why was the universe never on your side?

Though you try to ignore the small frown on his face, it runs through your head all day. Until, suddenly you're walking to your math seat again.

“Y/n you’re lucky that this is the only period I have with you, and that we spend all of lunch with our mouths stuffed” Eunbi groans, unpacking her notebook. She places it down neatly on her desk, before leaning forward to you.

“So, was it from Jay? Weren’t- like apples your thing?”

You let out a sigh, turning around “Apple cider was our thing. And maybe.”

She frowns, “Maybe? Y/n tell me, yes or no.” 

You shrug again, turning back to the front making eye contact with the man himself again.

Does this man ever stop looking at you? Because you were almost certain his eyes were glued onto you. You look down at your notebook, trying to act as unbothered as possible—Which doesn’t really work since you hear Eunbi snickers..

You roll your eyes even though Eunbi can’t see it, she can read you like a book, whispering “If you keep rolling your eyes they’ll fall to the back of your head.”

Leaning back, you whisper, “I don’t think that’s how it works, stay in school Eunbi.”

003 PLAN IN MOTION

Getting out of the car the next day you hope and pray to every fucking god you know that you won’t see his familiar face again. But nothing ever seems to go well for you, because you see his sad smile through the window of his car.

You repeat what you did yesterday, walk away as quickly as you can without looking weird. But your legs quickly pick up because of your nervousness, speed walking to the entrance doors instead. You lean on the door, pushing to open it before walking in the same pace to your locker.

Then you finally slow your pace, opening your locker to see another light pink bag.

This time, the same snacks but with a plastic water bottle inside, with a little note saying “Make sure to drink lots of water <3”. You subconsciously smile, fishing out the piece of paper neatly tucked in.

Unfolding the paper, your jaw drops at the pencil writing that manages to cover the whole page.

Apple, my love, I might not be the best at words but I think seeing your lips tug up at my other small note motivated me to write this. Did I ever tell you that your smile brightens up my day? As cheesy as it sounds at night I used (I still do btw) to think about whatever stupid joke I made when we were on a date and how you would laugh happily at it, even if it was the worst joke ever known to mankind. And as embarrassing as it is to admit it I would giggle about it. Before and after we started dating. But you always cover your mouth when you laugh. but you shouldn’t. Your smile makes me feel like everything going wrong in my life will fix itself. When I was with you I had no worries, you made me feel free. But I’ve only brought you worries. I’m sorry. 

Recently, I’ve been noticing you’ve been smiling less and yesterday you forgot to bring your water bottle to school. Please stay healthy and eat well, okay? Even if you hate me, I still care for your health. Don’t skip meals and drink lots of water, please. I’d do anything just to have a five minute conversation with you. I understand that what I did was unforgivable and that you shouldn't trust me again but please, put your trust in me one more time and please come to Azalea park at 3pm tomorrow and I’ll explain everything. I know you're angry but I beg that you be angrier at a closer distance. I’m sorry for the mess I’ve made, and I promise I’ll fix it.

Jay

Your eyebrows furrow. Was he serious? Was he trying to publicly embarrass you? Why did you want to go so bad?

Opening your phone to quickly text up Eunbi and Chaewon, who mysteriously hadn’t shown up yet.

You

bitch jay just wrote me a long last letter abt how hes sorry and how he truly loves me and wants to meet up and make things right????

where tf are yall btw

eunbi mlll

SHUT THE FUCK UP.

ARE YOU SERIOUS??

YOU HAVE TO GO

also chae cant drive me so bus it is…

chaechae

sorry ill be late to school 2day bc doctors lolsies

but r u sure eunbi????

y/n i love u but idk if this is a good idea

wait what did he say

eunbi mlll

NO U HAVE TO GO

but let us see the letter to confirm if hes sincere

You

im not about to show U guys the letter

Omfg guys i almost giggled reading it. this is Bad.

he said that he would do anything for a five minute talk with me and that he knows im mad at him but to be mad at a close distance???

now… i am Nawt your strongest soldier.

chaechae

shit if he wrote me that i wouldve folded too

changed my mind i say do it

You

so…. 2/2 votes yes?

thats kinda nerve racking idk if im ready to face him

eunbi mlll

y/n i am ready to get down on my knees and beg for u to go

you got this girl!

worst case scenario u slap him and embarrass him

chaechae

or maybe slap him when you get there, saves you the time

Just Kidding!!! Hahaha

You

Not funny at all.

hate u all

FUCKK now i have to text him and say im going

eunbi mlll 

why not let him suffer???????

You

ill feel bad

chaechae

Oh

i mean did jay do that when you guys met??

You

fuck u

You exit your group chat, looking several spots down and spotting Jay contact, wincing at your last messages.

You

i’ll be at the park by 3. don’t fuck this up park

jay

wouldn’t even think about it 

004 THE MEETING

Why did I agree to this again? 

You glance at the clock, 2:58, I should head out now. 

Sighing you open your door, walking to—From what you can distinguish from his back, Jay. you walk around the bench, brushing whatever dirt was on it and taking a seat.

Jay gives you a relieved smile, glasses framing his face perfectly-

“Glasses?” You blurt, studying the frame of them.

He coughs awkwardly, “Yeah- I um—I got them yesterday, forgot to wear them to school.”

Awkward silence washes over you two. Well was he going to say something or not?

And it’s almost like he can read your thoughts, because he starts, “Look—Apple. I just wanted to apologize in real life. It was a shitty move of me to use you-”

“Yeah- very shitty.” You interrupt, “Sorry, go on.”

“Oh okay, um- it was a terrible decision I made and I totally messed with you at the beginning, and never told you, I’m sorry.”

He pauses, choosing his words carefully.

“And—I regret it so much. I mean, you were the best thing that ever happened to me and I didn’t want to fuck it up, which would’ve happened anyways. I should’ve told you earlier on before I asked you out but I was afraid. Afraid that the only good thing in my fucked up life would vanish. So I ran away from the problem instead of talking to you about it like I should’ve. I’m sorry for running away and I swear, I would never hurt you—ever again. You don’t have to give me an answer yet, but just know that I still love you with all my heart.”

You take a deep breath, Fuck—what do I say? Should I ask him what he had against Hyun-woo?

Deciding to ask, you look at him with a hint of disappointment, “So why? What do you have against him that made you play with me?”

His eyebrows raise slightly, surprised you didn’t slap him and leave. 

“Oh— it’s kind of stupid.” He says, pushing up his glasses slightly.

“I mean he both kinda fucked us over, right? I won’t judge, I hate his guts anyways.”

Jay lets out a breathy smile. “I used to be on the rugby team, remember?”

“Of course I do.”

“Well—I sound like such an egotistical jerk when I say this, but he took the captain position from me by sweet talking his way to the top. It wasn’t mine to begin with, but everyone thought that I deserved it the most, but of course, he took it from me. I wasn’t super mad or anything, I actually thought I was too cocky for um—thinking I deserved the position. It didn’t really help that he also kind of made fun of me any chance he got for not being captain. Blaming me for every loss we had then I just- snapped I guess? I quit then and there and here I am now. Even after I quit he still talked shit about me and I couldn’t really do anything. And I saw you and…” he trails off, “You know what happened.”

You swallow hard, trying to take it all in. “I’m sorry that happened to you.” 

You nervously start picking at whatever skin on your ring finger you could find, looking down so you wouldn’t have to look at his expression.

“It’s not your fault, don’t apologize, Apple. Plus I’m over it.”

He suddenly scowls, grabbing the now bleeding hand. 

“Stop doing this. It’s not good” He pulls out a bandaid from his pocket, carefully placing it around your finger.

You laugh at the sight, “You carry around band aids now?”

“Ever since I met you, yeah.” He slips out and you both go silent.

Was that true? He noticed it?

You clear your throat awkwardly, yanking your hand away after he finishes. “Thank you for the band aid—uh, about your apology, I appreciate it, but I need some time to think about it, if that's okay?”

“Yeah, take your time, I understand.” He gives you a soft smile, which you return. Waving at him while walking to your car.

You sit in the driver’s seat, calling the group chat while backing out.

Chaewon joins first, “So…. How’d it go? Did you slap him? Or did you forgive him?”

Eunbi joins just after, waiting for your answer.

“I don’t know how to feel.” You answer, sighing.

“Hey, you’ll figure it out Y/n! Don’t worry, everything will be fine.” Eunbi gives you a thumbs up with a soft smile.

You nod, returning her smile, and you try to believe it too.

005 THE CALL

As soon as you were out of view Jay pulled his phone out, noticing the ten text messages from the man himself.

sunoo 

jayyy

hello

where r u

wait r u two meeting today

OK IK U WONT SEE THIS

so i just want to say sorry for… kinda ruining ur relationship.

IM SO SORRY I WAS DRUNKK PLEASE FORGIVE MEEE

anyways.. text me back whenever u can!!

have fun with y/n

hope it goes well

A smile grows on Jay’s face, he presses his contact photo, bringing his phone to his ear.

“Jay! I didn’t think you would answer so soon?”

“It’s been fifteen minutes? I feel like that's a good amount of time to have a conversation.” Did you just want to leave him as soon as possible? Fuck maybe he didn’t have a chance to win you ba-

“Oh! It’s been fifteen minutes? I guess time flies when you’re on your phone right?” Nevermind.

“So! Did you and Y/n kiss and make up? Or was she angry?”

“No, we just talked? Like I said we would?” 

“Are you sure?” Sunoo says in a teasing tone. With that simple sentence, Jay could tell Sunoo was probably giggling to himself about you two meeting up.

“Yes I’m sure? Why would I be lying?” Jay feels the wind pick up some speed, an indication he should go home. He walks himself to the car while talking to Sunoo.

“So you’re telling me, all you did was apologize and she left?”

“Yeah.”

Sunoo groans, “That’s so boring! Totally thought you would have a movie moment then.”

“I mean the only thing unexpected I told her was what happened with Hyun-woo and me.”

He dramatically gasps, “But you never tell anyone? Why does she get to know and not me?”

“She asked.” Jay shrugs, starting the car.

“But you never told me, I only know that you two hate each other! This is straight favoritism. Can’t believe you.” Sunoo angrily exclaims, deciding to hang up the call.

Jay sighs, driving back home.

006 DAY RUINER 

Today, you smile as you leave your car. Instead of walking as fast as you can to the doors, you even wave at Jay’s car pulling in. He waves back, a big smile on his face that catches onto yours. You happily walk to the entrance, pushing open the entrance door and walking to your locker.

Getting your first period textbook, and closing your locker, you quickly spot Eunbi and Chaewon walking towards you. 

“Someones happy, did you get a good morning message from your lover?” Eunbi teases.

You take a sip of the coffee Chaewon gave you. “No? Can’t a girl just have a good day?”  You twirl around.

“Okay you’re acting really weird. Is something wrong?” They exchange glances, waiting for your answer.

“Yeah, somethings wrong.” A male voice comes up to you. Your smile immediately drops. Hyun-woo looks at you, standing between you and Eunbi, he grabs your hand dragging you away.

“What the fuck? Get off me!” You exclaim, trying your best to yank your hand away from him. But apparently his rugby muscles could keep you in his hold, but definitely way too tight for comfort. Hopefully you won't get a big ass bruise there.. He leads you to a hallway which is surprisingly empty.

“Can we talk? Y/n?”

You scoff, “Are you crazy? You drag me here and expect me to want to have a civil conversation with you?’ huffing, you turn back around.

“I want to get back together, Y/n!”

You stop in your tracks, turning around at his conflicted face before bursting out laughing. You only laugh more looking at his hurt face.

“Y/n are you laughing? I’m serious! I want you back! And I know you want me back too!” 

You finally stop laughing, taking a deep breath “Gosh you’re funny Hyun-woo. Okay, I’m leaving.” He grabs you again. Does this guy think he’s in a kdrama or something?

“Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I miss you. Can we get back together?”

“So… you played me, and you want to get back together?”

“I wouldn’t say played-”

“Oh but I would. And can you get your hand off me? I can feel your odor latching on to me.” Yanking your hand away, you look at him in disgust.

“Y/n please. Can we-”

“You’re insane Hyun-woo. If you haven’t gotten the hint yet—Which I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t, I’m not interested in dating someone who’s a lookalike to the hunchback of Notre Dame. Actually, maybe that would be an improvement to you.” You shrug, walking away. Shivering in disgust at the thought of him grabbing your arm.

How did I even like this guy? Also what is it with men these days? A scowl is very obvious on your face as you walk back to your lockers. Before you get back to Chaewon and Eunbi, someone taps you from behind.

You turn, “I swear to god Hyun-woo if you-”

“Not Hyun-woo, just me.”

You turn to see Jay, a frown present on his face. Your mouth widens slightly and you close it right away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for that, but are you okay? Why did he do that?” He checks your wrist for any forming bruises. Tsking at the slight red tint on your arm. “I’m fine, Jay. It was for something stupid anyways.” you answer, grabbing at his hands to stop.

“What’d he do?” You can hear the genuine concern in his voice and you know you’ll feel horrible if you don’t tell him.

“He just,” you cough awkwardly, “asked to get back together.”

His face changes slightly, but you can’t tell how, “Did you agree?”

“Oh god no—oh my god I wouldn’t even spare a single thought thinking about it.” You laugh, squeezing his hand slightly. A wave of relief washes over his face, “I’m glad. Call me if he does it again, okay?”

“Am I supposed to be your damsel in distress?”

“I was thinking we could kick his ass together.”

You let out a giggle, “I’ll make sure to let you know then,” waving goodbye, you walking back to your beloved trio.

“Oh my god, I didn’t know the talk went that well, you guys were flirting so hard!” Chaewon whisper-yells.

“We were not flirting.”

“Oh you so were. You literally giggled while talking to him” Eunbi agrees.

“I did?”

“See it was so natural you didn’t even notice! I wasn’t really a fan of Jay but he clearly makes you happy.” Chaewon admits, putting her hands up in surrender from Eunbi’s offended look.

“I don’t know. I mean he did kinda use me. So who says he won’t do it again?” 

“Me, I do. If he does I’ll literally punch him to oblivion” Eunbi and Chaewon start pretend boxing, the bell interrupting their match. They both groan, giving up mid match.

“I’m glad I’m friends with the next Muhammad Ali, but I’m going to go to class now.” You laugh, waving goodbye and walking to your first period.

007 CALLS AT MIDNIGHT

Your math class gave you time to think about everything going wrong in your life, because who was actually listening to Mrs. Lim’s blabbering? You doodle little hearts in your notebook, now noticing that you hadn’t written a single note and the whole page was just covered in your drawings.

Does this class never end or something? You wonder, checking the clock. 

Twenty minutes left, you internally groan, how is it that time moves so slow during times like these? You bring your hand to your mouth, biting the nail off your ring finger. Feeling a vibration coming from your phone, you quickly take a look at the board, making sure the teacher was still writing before checking it.

jay

stop

You

whatd i do???

jay

stop biting your nails

i can see you doing it yk

You

thats none of your business

jay

it’s not

but i still care ya know

You

oh really?

jay

really.

You

fine whatever 🙄🙄

The smile that had grown on your face quickly fades the moment you even notice it was there. Why are you folding so easily Y/n? You have to give him a hard time! You sigh louder than you realize, quickly feeling embarrassment when Mrs. Lim stares right at you.

“Is something wrong, Y/n?” Mrs. Lim asks, a cruel eyebrow raised.

Oh, fuck me. “No Mrs. Lim, nothing is wrong.” You smile as sweetly as you can.

“Then I guess you won’t mind answering one of these questions?” She showcases three equations on the board.

Your smile falls slightly, not this shit again, you complain, walking up to the first equation staring at it blankly while she picks the next two students. Holding the marker up and pretending to think, knowing damn well that you hadn’t listened to a single thing she said that day.

Looking over to the person next to you, Jay, seems to already be looking in your direction, a small smile on his face.

“Looks like you need help this time, Apple? What a twist.”

You roll your eyes, “You didn’t even need help last time. But yes, I do. Could you please—like give me the answer or something?”

“X equals four point five seven.”

You finally return his smile, a small thank you coming out as you write it on the board.

After another long twenty minutes the bell finally rings, indicating that school is finally over. Your usual after school routine was, 1. walk to your car with Chaewon and Eunbi (sometimes you hung out, but today you weren’t) 2. Go home (duh), and start your homework,  3. Eat dinner, and 4. Go on your phone until you fall asleep. You didn’t mind this arrangement, it kept you comfortable knowing that you had some free time later in the day. But today, you were dreading it more than ever.

Why? you ask?

Every couple of days, whenever your phone wasn’t doing your boredom justice you put it down for a good three minutes. And those three minutes entirely made up of you staring at the ceiling and thinking. That was the problem. You didn’t want to think about a single thing that happened today. You didn’t want to think about your upcoming tests that only got you nervous before you were about to go to bed or your love life (which it sometimes went to but you always dreaded even bringing up the topic to yourself).

Tonight was one of those nights you would stare at the ceiling.

The topic you always first thought of was what you did earlier that day. But unfortunately for you, half of the day you had thought about you and Jay basically holding each other's hands. And the other half was thinking about if you forgave Jay yet.

You wanted to say you didn’t. That you would have to take at least two weeks after the apology to even think about the apology. But two days after the apology, here you were. Staring into space about how you think he would react to you forgiving him.

I mean you had basically already forgave him, I mean you wouldn’t have squeezed someone's hand you hated, right? And you definitely don’t miss the voice of someone you hate.

Staring at the ceiling clearly wasn’t a good idea. Because you were already grabbing your phone, looking at his contact. Just above it is your group chat with Eunbi and Chaewon. Maybe you should get a greenlight before you decide to call him.

You glance at the clock, making sure it wasn’t too late to text your friends. The clock hits 11:52 as you look at it. Typing out the texts, you wait until the message sends before closing out of the app.

You

hey guys lawl

r u awake 

pls say Yes!

Luckily, Chaewon answers just a few seconds after you close the app.

chaechae

hi im awake

is eunbi awake around this time???

You

no shes never awake past 10 LMFAO

shouldve messaged u privately

chaechae

HELPP FR

wait so what did u want to talk abt

You

Uhmm

so uh

do u think its weird that i’ve forgiven jay so easily and should i call him.. lowkey miss him

chaechae

BITCH U FORGAVE HIM??

WHEN

ok but no??

i mean anyone could literally see how hard he tried to make it up to you

and call him!! Yolo

You

ok Thx!!!!

chaechae

yw 😘😘

Closing the chat, you look at his caller i.d, noticing how big his smile was in the contact photo you never deleted. Smiling, you look down at the call button, wondering if this was a good idea or not. You hesitantly lift your finger, hovering over the rectangle before clicking it.

The phone rings twice, before he answers.

“Y/n, is everything okay? Why are you calling at midnight?”

“Everything’s fine, don't worry, but sorry, did I wake you up?”

You can hear shuffling on his side of the call, before he answers, “No no, I was awake. Why did you call?”

“Honestly? I just wanted to hear your voice.”

He lets out a low chuckle, “Really? That’s it?”

“I also think I forgive you and I want to be your girlfriend again.”

A wave of silence washes over you two. Not a single sound comes through your phone, not a single shuffling or anything. Maybe you shouldn’t have called him, this was a stupid idea. Who let you make important decisions past ten o’clock?

Until he starts up again. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“You don’t have to answer that right now if you’re not ready to, I can wait eternity for you.”

“No it’s okay, That’s my answer. Let’s give this thing another try.”

“Thank you, Apple. I’ve missed you a lot, you know?”

You smile, “I’ve missed you a lot too.”

008 FOREVER

“Jay, it’s a Saturday.”

He has a huge grin on his face, he very proudly presents what’s in his hands. A bouquet of white and purple roses with a mix of some unknown flower sit in his hands, the brown paper wrapped by twine making him loudly announce every move he’s about to make.

“So? I missed my girl.”

You sigh, rubbing your pried open eyes. “At nine in the morning? I wake up at like eleven.” His smile never falters, not a single bit, “I got you flowers.” Jay says, handing them to you.

“Thank you, Jay. But these are so bright they could literally blind me.”

“I put a lot of thought into this, you know? ‘Made sure to pick the prettiest one for you.” He points to the unknown purple flower. “This is called a Heliotrope.” 

“Is there a meaning to it?” 

“You’ll figure it out.” He smirks. Rolling your eyes, you invite him into your house. placing the bouquet carefully on your desk before inviting him to sit on your bed.

You lay back in the spot you were before you had opened the door. About to tuck yourself back in when you realize you have a guest with you, you toss the blanket open, gesturing for him to lay next to you. Jay gladly accepts, laying next to you. Closing your eyes you feel the dip in the bed  right next to you.

You two both move to get comfortable, finding it best when you’re facing each other, arms lazily thrown over each other.

“Did you just come here to cuddle?” You ask, the words barely coming out of your throat. A soft chuckle comes out of him, you can feel the vibrations of his chest when he says, “Would you mind if I said yes?”

You shake your head no, pulling him impossibly closer. He wraps his arm around your head, softly caressing it until you fall asleep.

Later, you wake up to Jay still sleeping soundly. Checking the time you realize you’ve been sleeping for at least an hour. You grab your phone from the bedside table checking your notifications and social media apps. 

In your peripheral view, the bright purple flowers stand out brightly to you. You quickly switch apps to look up the meaning of the flower.

Pressing enter you read the first box you see.

“In the language of flowers, Heliotrope symbolizes devotion and eternal love.”

A smile grows on your face, Eternal love, I could get used to that.

009 TO DRINK SOME APPLE CIDER (extra timeskip)

Sitting down at your vanity, you look over at Jay to see his familiar dyed silver hair, and a nice dress shirt. You turn back to the mirror.

“Can you believe 2024 is over?” You ask Jay, blending out the eyeshadow you’re putting on. He walks next to you, wrapping his arms around your body, laying down on you. “I’m glad I’ll be spending it with my girl.”

You cover your face feeling the warmth grow on it, slapping his arm, and he quickly pulls away, hissing at the contact. 

“Hey! What was that for?”

“For not letting me get ready.” You jokingly roll your eyes, he quickly kisses your cheek before going back to fix his shirt.

Once you finish you showcase your look, you decide to wear a satin green dress, matching Jay’s dark green shirt. You both look at your full length mirror admiring how you look.

“You look so pretty, Apple.” He says, pressing a soft kiss on your forehead.

You smile when he does that, “You don’t look too bad yourself, Park.”

He frowns, “Don’t call me Park.” he says. You smirk mischievously, “I’m sorry, my big baby.” You tease, pinching both his cheeks. A knock to your apartment door sets you apart. You quickly let his cheeks go, a red tint fills them as you run to open the door. Chaewon and Eunbi greet you two, both holding food of some sort.

Later everyone arrives and the sound of the room grows. Laughter and banter fills the air as the clock continues to click to midnight. 

You stand off to the side, wanting a break from everyone for a little bit, taking a sip of the sparkling apple cider you’ve had in your hands the whole night. You look back up to see Jay approaching you with a smile, showcasing his matching cup.

“We both have apple cider!” He exclaims, gesturing to the amber colored drinks in both of your hands.

“What a coincidence.” You laugh, enveloping him in a hug. “Where have you been all night? I haven’t seen you since Jungwon arrived.”

“Sorry, I was just talking with them. Got caught up and then suddenly it’s minutes to midnight! Couldn’t miss my new year’s kiss with my girl could I?” 

The seconds count down as the crowd of friends all join to count down from ten. 

“Ten!” They exclaim.

“Who said you were getting one?”

“Nine! Eight! Seven!”

“I’ve been hoping for one. Would you like to be my New Year’s kiss?”

“Five! Four! Three!”

“I’d love to.” You respond,  he barely hears it before the friends scream in excitement. 

“Two!”

You close your eyes, smash your lips into his, tasting the sweet apple cider from both of your lips. He smiles into the kiss as the whole apartment celebrates. He wraps his unoccupied hand around your waist, as you wrap yours around his neck, being careful to not spill.

You finally pull away and he looks at you with a love sick gaze. You let out a breathy smile, “Happy New Year, My love.”

“Happy New Year, Apple.”

Giving him a huge hug, you look at everyone chug down their champagne drinks, laughing when Sunghoon spills on his shirt. 

“I love you.” Jay whispers.

“I love you too, Jay. I hope we spend the rest of the year together.”

“Maybe even forever.” He replies.

You look back at him, tilting your head slightly. A huge smile still plastered on your face. “Forever and always.”

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his universe - ★｡･:*:･ﾟ

pairing: dad!jisung x F!reader

tags: fluff, angst [kinda]

summary: jisung is worried about not being a good father to his daughter, y/n convinces him otherwise.

word count: 2K

it wasn't unusual for you to hear the soft patter of footsteps along the hallway carpet as your boyfriend, jisung, paces up and down it. it was a sign he was anxious, and whilst most days you were able to tell what it was about just from a look in his eyes, today he wouldn't give you so much as a glimpse into his worries. if you weren't preoccupied right now, you would've have immediately gone out to soothe him, but your arms were currently rocking your daughter back and forth as the sleepy baby gargles she was making slowly quietened into a tiny snore. once she was settled, you places her gently in her crib, flicking off the nightlight and slowly meeting jisung in the hallway as you close the nursery door. his pacing stops and his gaze drops to the floor and he's stood right in front of you, so you place a soft hand on his shoulder.

“ji? are you ready to talk yet? aera is finally asleep” you speak to him softly, hoping that he'll be able to open up to you now. he'd been in an anxious state all day, barely any words spoken between the both of you, in the short time you'd seen each other since he'd gotten home from work and you'd been busy with aera. he looks up slowly, tears forming at the corner of his eyes and he nods, letting out a sniffle. your heart almost breaks in two seeing him like this.

“come on love, let's go talk.” you softly take his hand, and walk into your own bedroom. he sits on the bed, and you sit beside him, hand still in yours the entire time.

“what's going on ji?” he looks back up at you, tears falling fully now and attempts to start, finding it difficult each time, but he gets there eventually, your eyes never leaving him for a second.

“i feel like im not a good enough dad for aera.” he sighs between sobs. you frown and his tears spill harder.

“oh ji, you're such a good dad for her, i promise. the best even, why do you think you're not?”

“i’m never here, i haven't spent any time with her because i'm always working, when we start touring or have another comeback im going to be here even less and i feel like im just going to be abandoning you both. i leave you to do absolutely everything because i'm terrified of doing it wrong. she adores you, of course she does, you're the only one she sees everyday. im just there sometimes. i don't have time to spend with either of you as much as i want to and i hate it because i don't want to chose between you and my work, because i love it all too much. i don't know what to do y/n. i feel like im being torn in two.” his tears have since stopped but you can still feel his shaky breaths as he speaks quickly. it's hard for you to take it all in, but you get the overall message and your heart breaks for him even more, tears springing to your own eyes.

“jisung. i promise you that you are the most amazing dad that aera, actually scratch that, anyone, could ever ask for. it's okay that you're not here all the time, you're providing for us both and i don't expect you to give up your big dream for the two of us. we're here to support you, always. just think about how many presents you've bought for her that she can't even thank you for yet. you wrote her a song and begged for it to be put on the next album because she's your whole world, how many kids can say their dad did that? you come home to us both every single night, you give her goodnight cuddles and sing her lullaby's. yeah sure, there's a lot that you don't know how to do, but we're only young ji. im still learning as well. we've got time. we're in this together. you're an amazing dad. and you're doing so so well. im so proud of you baby.” tears are now streaming down both of your faces as he holds you close to his chest, stroking your hair softly.

“you really mean that?”

“every single word of it ji. you're doing so good.”

“thank you baby, you are too. im proud of you too. you're the best mom to aera.”

“thank you.” you sigh softly against his chest, basking in the warmth of your bodies being pressed together, you crave these moments more than anything. you sit there for a few moments, calming both of your breathing, and you break the silence after a while.

“she really loves you, you know.” jisung pulls away from the hug and looks at you, his head slightly tilted quizzically.

“hmm?”

“the way she looks at you, she looks like she's looking at the whole universe. you are her whole universe.” you smile at him softly and he looks down shyly.

“i mean it ji, she does. she loves you so much. how could she not. you're you.”

your hand moves up to softly stroke his cheek, pinching it softly making him giggle. one of your favourite noises in the whole world, making warmth flood through your veins and a soft blush appearing on your face.

“you're so cute. i love you.” you whisper, and you give him a soft kiss on the lips, rubbing his cheek with your hand again.

“i love you too.” he replies with a tiny smile.

the two of you decide to go downstairs and make some dinner, even if it was a bit late, you'd both been too occupied to think about eating earlier and the hunger was catching up to you. you offer to cook, giving him the option to watch something on the tv, but he insists on at least sitting in the kitchen with you, but decides to help you anyway by cutting up the veggies for your meal.

halfway into cooking, the baby monitor that was in the kitchen starts to make a few noises; aera was due for a change and she was getting fussy upstairs.

“ji?” you call to your boyfriend, who was currently washing the veggies.

“yeah baby? what do you need?”

“could you keep an eye on this in the pan for me? aera needs changing, she's about to start crying.” you stop what you're doing and go to leave when jisung stops you.

“you keep doing this, you're better at cooking that i am and i'll probably end up ruining it, i'll go change her.”

“are you sure?” you ask, eyebrow raised, half expecting him to be grossed out by the prospect of changing a diaper.

“yeah, i'll be okay. plus you've probably done it about a million times today, it's only fair i take this one.” he smiles at you and waltzes out of the kitchen and quickly upstairs to her nursery before you can stop him.

you finish cooking the meat in the pan within seconds of jisung going upstairs, and move over to continue with the veggies, when you hear jisung speaking softly to aera over the baby monitor, and you secretly thank yourself for buying the ones with the screen, so you could see jisung flick on the nightlight and carefully pick up your daughter and take her to the changing table

“it's okay baby, daddy's here, getting you all cleaned up” he whispers to her softly as she wails rom discomfort. he continues to clean her up extremely carefully, buttoning up her pyjamas again and slowly rocking her in his arms. she's still crying, and he decides to speak to her softly again

"it's okay,, shhh, im here. you're okay. everything is okay. you can sleep now bub." you watch as he softly strokes her head like he'd seen you to soothe her cries, pressing soft kisses to the crown of her head and singing a her lullaby quietly. it's not long until you realise he was singing the song he'd written for her, and her cries had almost completely stopped, once again tiny baby gurgles until there was complete silence, and he was placing her back in the crib carefully.

“goodnight little one, i love you so much. mommy and daddy love you so so much. you and mommy mean absolutely everything to me. she's doing so well with you, isn't she just the best?” he whispers softly as he tiptoes back out of the room, flicking the light off as he leaves. your eyes are filled with tears watching the entire scene and he comes back into the kitchen with a smile on his face

“baby? what are you doing? is the food done?” he asks when he sees you wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

“a-almost. sorry i was watching you put aera down. im so proud of you ji, you did so well.” you smile at him and give him a hug as he walks back over to you.

“do you really think so?” you nod, kissing his cheek softly. “thank you my love.”

“of course ji, i told you she loves you. she doesn't go back to sleep for me that fast. you're the best dad to her.” he smiles again and kisses you on the forehead, before pulling away

“let's continue? im starving.” you giggle as you hear his stomach rumble slightly

“hmm i guess so.” you tease, and you both get back to work

once the food was cooked, you eat in the living room while watching some television, before the tiredness from the eventful day washes over the both of you. you take the plates to the kitchen, about to start cleaning them yourself when your boyfriend stops you.

“i'll do it, you go get ready for bed baby.” he ushers you upstairs

“nooo, i don't wanna be alone.” you playfully whine, and you insist on staying in the kitchen with him this time, just enjoying being in his presence. he allows you to stay, and you wrap your arms around his waist as he gets on with it, and you practically fall asleep with your face smooshed against his back.

he lets out a soft chuckle as he untangles himself from you, picking you up softly and taking you upstairs to your bedroom, where he helps you find and get changed into some pyjamas since you were almost completely asleep at this point, the exhaustion had finally caught up to you. once you're both dressed, he takes you to the bathroom and sits you on the toilet seat, passing you your toothbrush as he does your skincare routine on you, which he'd mastered perfectly from watching you do it almost every single day you'd been together, making it a quick routine so you can both sleep faster. he cleans his own teeth quickly, before taking you both back to your bed, where you cuddle up to each other the minute you're both uncle the covers.

“goodnight ji, i love you.” you mumble sleepily, yawning as you speak, your head resting on his chest.

“goodnight baby, i love you too. sleep well.” he gives you a kiss on the forehead, making you hum sleepily, and almost instantly you're asleep.

jisung lies awake for a while, listing out for aera, so that you wouldn't have to get up to sort her out, but once he's certain everything is okay, he comfortably falls asleep too, thinking about what you'd said.

he was aera’s universe, and the two of you were his.

omg hi hello this is my first time publishing anything on tumblr !! i hope you enjoyed reading this - reblogs & feedback would be greatly appreciated <3

[chrisevansonly]

Harry Styles A Dad Headcannon 🤍

Harry was meant to be a dad, you knew it from the moment you met him, and his mother knew it for a while now too

He was the sweetest with kids, didn’t matter if they were newborn or 7 years old, he adored children, but it was a different story with your kids

Harry is the most attentive father, even father to be, he is the absolute best throughout the 9 months of pregnancy, from giving the best back rubs, getting all the cravings you could ever need, or reading your unborn baby bedtime stories

If you needed Harry he would be there no matter what, you and your growing family are the most important things in his life and he would drop anything at the sound of a ringtone

Harry is definitely more over protective when you’ve got a bump showing, careful not to put the two of you in any harms way, making sure you’re always comfortable and forcing you to stay off your feet saying

“just get nice and comfy love, i’ve got it promise”

Throughout the birth of your baby he would be the support you’d need, holding your hand, towelling you with a cold cloth, feeding you ice chips and pressing kisses to your forehead

Nothing can beat the tears that spring from his eyes when you first hold your baby, they only intensify when he gets to hold them, letting them rest on his bare chest

“They’re so perfect…I-I can’t believe m’a father..”

When you’re able to go home, he’s ensuring you’re resting and helping in anyway I can, taking the first few night shifts so you can sleep, getting lots of love and cuddles in with his little love

Of course as they get older he’s the best dad, encouraging them to be whatever they want, whoever they want and ensuring they know he loves them no matter what

If it’s art, he’ll be at every showcase, football, every practice and every game; he’s your kids biggest cheerleader

He never wants your children to feel as though they don’t have a safe space with him always, no matter what the case

You and Harry both recognize how fortunate your family is so your sons/daughter grow up knowing that as well, you’ve never over spoiled or taught them not to have drive and work for what they want

Harry will have father daughter date nights with your daughter(s) once a week and he’ll do the same with your son(s) so they have time to bond and get out of the house

Just as he would for you, he would drop everything for his kids, no matter what, no questions asked

Harry is also the best confident for them if they ever feel overwhelmed or like they need a break from the craziness that their life definitely has due to Harry’s fame

Your kids adore Harry just as much as he does them, the bond he has with his children is one that is so special and will always be remembered by you and your sons/daughters

Of course he loves you just as much and never lets you forget it, whether it be dealing with post partum depression or just having an off day, he will be there to take your hand and guide you through every obstacle, every tear and ever emotional moment

Harry is really the best husband & dad imaginable🤍

a/n: this is bad i know, but i just feel like shit not posting so I hope this can hold everyone over until i get more done, im sorry🤍

[dnvrsmedia]

Petrichor

Ellie Williams x reader 

A rainy day in with Ellie 

slight Farmer!reader 

warnings: none! pure fluff 

AN: this is my first Ellie ficlit! I haven’t written in forever so im starting small. Farmer!reader x Ellie may turn into a mini series though so look for that :) Hope you enjoy!! Requests are open 

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Petrichor.

(n). The pleasant smell that often accompanies rain after falling on dry soil. 

The delicate tapping upon the roof and distant sounds of the people of Jackson slowly come into the foreground of your mind. As you begin to awaken, the smell of fresh rain puts a smile on your face. The first rain of spring has arrived. Comfortable in your little cocoon, your mind wanders to the many exciting crops you hope to plant this season. 

Other than in your lover's arms, you find that your favorite place to be is with the earth. Hands digging into the soil, giving birth to an array of fruits, vegetables, and wheat. While staring off into space, you feel the spot beside you begin to rustle. The auburn haired girl with a face dusted with tiny constellations laid ever so peacefully next to you. A brighter smile adorned your face as Ellie opened her eyes with a deep groan. Today was her day off patrol in a very long time. You had to beg her to take a step back and have been doing so for months. Tackling the nagging voice in the back of her head that tells her that she needs to prove herself to someone has been no easy task. Although she will never admit it, you can read her like an open book. Ellie has never needed to say what was troubling her with you, she never had to explain herself to you, and that is what scared her the most. 

Your hand caresses her face in the ever so loving pattern your sweet girl has gotten used to. Ellie allows herself to soak up all the comfort you are giving her by leaning into your touch. Her heart warms as she stares back into your eyes. She looks for any sign of deceit or lies and yet she cannot find any. You look at her with the purest form of love she has ever been given in her nineteen years of living here on this terrible earth. When she looks into your eyes she remembers what Joel told her. She has found something worth fighting for. 

The overwhelming sense of love and warmth swarms her body. Now, Ellie has never been one to have her way with words. She has only been able to write them down in that ratty journal she protects with her life. She has always been one who shows instead of tells, and showing you is exactly what she does. A surprised yelp leaves your slightly chapped-from-sleep mouth as Ellie leaps to press her lips into yours. The kiss starts off slow, yet quickly heats up to something very passionate. Ellie throws her leg around your hips so that she is straddling your lap as the pace quickens. Her skilled mouth sucking and biting your swollen lips as her dominant hand massages your head. She lets your lips go with a ‘pop’. She can’t help but chuckle at your spaced out face from the very heated kiss you two have just shared. 

“Well, good morning to me.” You giggle. Ellie laughs back once again; a symphony of laughter you could never get tired of. Ellie pinches your hip and pecks your lips once more. 

“You know I love you, right?” She frowns. Her brows turn down as she nervously bites her lip in waiting for your response. You know she must have had a rough night coming back from a tough patrol. You caress one of her boxer clad legs as the other hand turns her chin to look into your eyes. 

“With your whole soul, Ellie Williams. I love you too.” You respond in the same serious tone. The flicker of doubt flashes in Ellie’s eye before she leans down to hold you in her arms. You know she has had a terrible time with trusting, especially with her heart. The stubborn girl tries so hard to keep these walls built up and yet, here you are before her, turning these walls to rubble within a blink of an eye. You will always be grateful for having a love as beautiful as yours. 

“You won't lose me, pretty girl. I'm yours forever ‘ya know?” you reassure the girl in your arms once more. That seems to make the girl squished onto your front happy as she plants kisses to your neck. The pair of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments, enjoying the time you have with each other. You appreciate the slow moments that seem to come by rarer than a blue moon. 

The tip tapping of the rain comes to a lull just in time for the loud rumbling of your girlfriend's stomach to erupt. Ellie’s head shoots up from being tucked in your neck, her face as red as the cherry tomatoes you plan on harvesting. A huge bout of laughter escapes your mouth after a beat of silence. Ellie groans and (non committedly) smacks you on your bicep. 

“You’re an ass, you know that? A real dickhead!” She smiles knowing she means absolutely nothing of what she says. You move she so that you can rise from your bed with a dramatic roll of your eyes. 

“Would a dickhead be getting up to make the love of their life breakfast while they go get a shower?” You raise an eyebrow. Ellie smiles wide, she loves your cooking. 

“Yes, but you’re my dickhead, babe.” She stands off the bed, giving a polite smack to your behind. You let out a loud laugh with a shake of your head. 

“You are so lucky I love you. Now go shower, I want to stop by the farm before we meet up with Dina and Jesse.” You plant a kiss to her forehead and move to grab the ingredients for her favorite breakfast. You set your favorite record on the record player Tommy had found and gifted to you for your birthday and got started. 

A half an hour later, Ellie arises from the bathroom with sweats on and  her damp hair in a bun. You roll your eyes at the fact that she still doesn’t listen when you tell her not to go out with wet hair. She must sense that you are about to grill her for not allowing her hair to dry when she snakes her hands along your waist for a hug. 

“I don’t deserve you my beautiful girl, it smells amazing, thank you.” She kisses your neck and moves to sit at the small dining table in your apartment. You blush at the nickname and shake your head. You bring the food out for the two of you and take a seat in front of her. 

“Anything for you, babe.” 

[justin-chapmanswers]

hi justin! im an older fan here, been watching since i wasssss..... 8? 9? old enough to see s2e8 come out, thats for sure! i fell behind with ii3 though, stopped keeping up past episode 4 due to... well, i dont remember, haha... anyways, i met a newer fan IRL today and they convinced me to get caught up! so i did. In one day. since its been a while, i forgot that doing that would be an emotional roller-coaster and it Was.

As im sending this im Fresh out of the experience so that being said this is gonna be so incomprehensible

balloon and nickel especially. i remember coming home from school excited to see "kick the bucket part 2" drop and i was DEVASTATED. i really loved suitcase, and the alliance, and balloon and dearly wished that they could all get along as a kid! seeing balloon and nickels relationship develop in ii3, especially now that im older and can understand things clearly, was refreshing and interesting to watch! but that suitcase appearance.... i dont even know what to say. It was executed so well, it was the perfect punch in the gut. Im excited to see where these two go from this point, especially with what bot told them. SPEAKING of which!

Bot. Bot bot bot. ohhhhh my gosh bot. im. AUGH. Ok sooo... paintbrush kinda was my nonbinary awakening! so seeing bots identity develop, seeing their relationship with test tube develop, with a queer-coded narrative unfolding, it had me screaming into my hands a lot!!! i literally screamed and pointed at their little drawing when i saw their pronouns! it was sad to see them go, but man, you guys manage to put me back together with just two words from test tube. "It's... you." oh, to say so much by saying so little! i hope to see more from the two of them in side content like the comics, and hopefully fan too!

tl;dr how does it feel knowing you made the most emotionally destructive episode an episode with a cartoony spring as a cereal mascot as the main antagonist. good job and thank you by the way

Thank you for the super super super sweet message!!!! So glad that you've been able to connect with PB and Bot, they mean a lot to me, as well! Good news is, I don't think we're done with any of the contestants 100% quite yet, more adventures to come! :D

And some of my favorite kinds of episodes are the ones that mesh hyper-silly and hyper-dramatic. Always so excited to see them come together in cases like these! Keep ooooon springin'!

[greetings-from-the-eraser-king]

Hlvrai kids au

Basic premise the crew go on a field trip to Black Mesa they stumble upon a secret experiment b-u557 and end up releasing him and Black Mesa security desperately tries to stop him

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Tommy- is the oldest and is in 4th grade and is in a gifted class with darnold he has a huge collection of soda cans and stuffed animals his favorite thing to do is line them up in different patterns. Hes mainly happy and cheerful. him and benrey live together as brothers though there not biologically related he's not quite sure we're ben came from. Gman takes Tommy to black mesa a lot to show him different science experiments going on. Wants a dog so bad his toy dog is doing the job for now.

Gordon- he's in 3erd and is mainly a loner who doesn't fit in a chronic over-thinker he mainly likes to play videogames or read (mainly magazines about video games) he is a smart kid and maybe next year he'll be in the advanced science class. Anxious but loyal and can get easily annoyed. Him and benrey are frenemies both bonding over videogames and other nerdy things but benery is a bit to annoying to be a true friend (benery constantly taunts him by calling him feet man because when he was in kindergarten he stepped in peanut butter and ate it Gordon regrets telling him this) he carries a Gameboy wherever he goes.

Darnold- is one of the smartest kids in the 3erd grade but unfortunately the shortest which leads to constant taunts from forzen though not in the same grade him and Tommy are in the same gifted class and are very good friends. They enjoy making positions out of soda and doing all sorts of strange experiments.more shy and less confident than Tommy he still has a similar joyful attitude. Reads fantasy books and constantly has a new one every week.

Benery- in 3erd lives with Tommy and has no memory of how he got there but meh who cares loves to skate board and do tricks though no one knows how he holds onto it at all times seemingly appears and disappears at will. He wandered a lot and seems to forget things you just told him. You can't tell when he's joking or being serious. His helmet never comes off. Chill jokester who doesn't take a lot of things seriously and likes to hang around Gordon and annoy him. He is not allowed near black mesa.

Forzen- moved from France when he was around 3-4 his dad's in the military and he's a bit spoiled has had to move a lot because of his dad but he's been in the same neighborhood as the gang sense the end of 2ed grade. He's not truly one of the bullies of the school but is annoying to Gordon darnold and Tommy he quickly became friends with benery when he moved and benery taut him how to scare board. He was supposed to graduate to 4th last year but was held back and is still in 3erd.

B-u557- a top secret black mesa experiment to be the ultimate life form he was still brewing when the kids broke him out of his tube so he might have some defects mostly annoyed all the time but he is thrilled to be out of his tube and even more thrilled to finally be able to hear a scientist who has been visiting him.

Dr.coomer- a good friend of Tommy's dad but usually not taken very seriously by his coworkers. He is a little unusual and loud but is a very kind soul other scientists complaine that he talks to much. he works in many departments around black mesa but is most offensive seen in the robotics department is the founder of the black mesa boxing ring and has not lost his wife in the divorce yet. He likes to visit the secret experiment B-u557 to see how he's doing he does his rants to the experiment even though he knows he can't hear him. But b-u557 doesn't ever seem to be annoyed so he keeps visiting. Even if everyone else in black mesa tells him to stop.

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[kristina100000]

the first month has already gone by, although i cant remember days well. i could tell you a little bit about what happened today but i wouldn't be able to tell you about last week or the week prior and i'm trying to write something. i have been trying to, i want to be more mindful of time, to remember. i have been trying to write, take pictures, there is comfort in going back in time, remembering what i once had for breakfast and that food reminding me of how old i was back then, my taste buds changing. going through pictures on my computer and phone, remembering my old habits. i do not apply my favorite perfume the way i used to, i dont tap it against my wrist or my neck, i just spray it all over. when i hug a man, i love the way his winter jacket smells and so does his sweater, and i can tell he didnt tap the perfume on his neck, he just sprayed it all over. i love how it makes me feel, i have been doing that lately too. i will be 23 soon, in a matter of hours, how will i feel, will i remember? i hope i will, i want to remember.

i astonish myself with how mundane my life has become, i rely on lessness. i used to think: what makes me believe i have the right to renounce the pleasure of not just having a body to experience life but having a life itself, what if things can be good and not just tedious? and some aspects of my life have changed for the better (somewhat) but i've asked and got way too much. i am indoors a lot, i have become more sensitive to loud people in public transportation, i get nervous when someone asks me if they are on the right bus because i forget. i know the street, i know where they want to go but i cant mouth it, my brain is not allowing me. sometimes i will visit the church nearby because that is the most silent place i can think of. is spring coming? did winter end yet, is it close? i have been looking for a woman that i cant find, lately i have been thinking that i will never find her. maybe im super forgetful and i will find her, just need to remember where she is

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WE NEED MORE YOSUKE TODOROKI FICS PLEASE ANYTHING AJSJAJAJSJSJ

😭 IM INLOVE WITH HIM NO CAP

to be honest - yosuke todoroki

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→ fem!reader

todoroki can still remember the first day he met you.

ironically it was spring and the pink and white cherry blossoms were in full bloom. with his arm slinging his bag behind his shoulder, he has his head tilted up, admiring the pretty blossoms went his body collided with another one's.

"i'm sorry!" he heard you say in a rushed tone. "i wasn't looking where i'm going. i'm sorry!" you spoke again before turning to the side, rushing away.

todoroki could only turn around and look at your fleeting back figure. he turned around and continued walking on. not knowing that meeting you like that isn't going to be just a one time thing.

to show and display affection didn't occur to him until now. all he knows is to think with his fists, think on how to get back with rival gangs and become a top figure at SWORD. but now, the lines of his goals were becoming a blur. being replaced with such goals like

get your number

walk you home at least once

ask you out on a date

as much as his heart wanted to reach out to you, his ego kept getting in the way. telling him who is he to do and ask you for such things; he thinks he'll just embarrass himself and become a laughing stock to you.

and so what he does? instead of saying how he feels, he acts on them.

the first time todoroki showed you that he likes you is when he found himself sheltering under the same bus stop as you, watching the pouring rain fall down from the gray skies, pitter patter on the ground. and though he has an umbrella inside his backpack, he didn't want to leave you.

"here" he spoke to you, handing to you his umbrella. "take it."

"b-but...what about you?" you stammered, hesitating to get the item from him.

"it's fine. i have a spare with me." he says, giving you a tight lipped smile.

later on that night, you told tsuji and shibaman how todoroki had given you his umbrella and how you were thankful for him. much to your surprise, the two of them confessed how the guy they follow showed up in front of them all drenched.

the second time todoroki showed you that he likes you is when he showed up at the cafe you are currently in, all dressed and hair perfectly combed. taking your order and paying for everything.

before getting there, he is aware that you were going to meet up with a guy whom asked you out on a date. he felt bitter, hopelessly wishing it was him you're meeting up with. but all he could do is wish you good luck on your endeavor.

but when he received a phone call from you, hearing the distant tone of your voice how you got stood up, he is already on his feet, getting dressed and going to where you are. it isn't a question anymore as to how he knows where you are, he just knows.

the third time todoroki showed you he likes you is when he waited for you by the convenient store near your house. apparently, he learned that you were staying at a friend's house and would be coming home late. he knows he's gonna get scolded by his mother for missing dinner, but he'd be damned if something were to happen to you.

"ah! todoroki!" he hears your feminine voice, a smile painted on your lips as you get closer to him. "what are you doing here?"

fuck. where you always this beautiful? the close proximity had the air sucked out of him, brain fuzzy and tongue tied.

"ihaveafriendwholivesnearhereandidecidedtopaythemavisitbeforegoinghereandirealizedthattheweatherissonicesohereiam." he replies, giving you another tight lipped smile.

though you didn't understand a single thing, you simply nodded your head.

unbeknownst to him, it was you who fell first but it was him who fell harder. he hopes that someday, he'll get rid of his own ego and be able to tell you how he truly feels about you.

[cleromancy]

while from the doylist perspective the stories are specifically propping tim up compared to jason by doing this... i am obviously still very interested in, and compelled by, jason canonically having a pretty high opinion of tim going all the way back to their first meeting.

(for the record, absolutely nothing in-universe justifies jason having this opinion of tim up until tim springs him from prison imo. he beat the snot out of tim in tt29 and it wasn't even hard and yet for some fucking reason he still walks away thinking tim is a Better Robin than he was? like... ok. sure. more thoughts on this later in the post tho)

so the new earth (post-crisis pre-reboot) continuity tim-jason interactions we have, in order, are batman 617-618 (from batman: hush, this ones a retcon and barely counts, its just jason holding tim hostage with a batarang to his throat; and you might also get a glimpse of jay doing this in batman annual 25 lol but its in the other room so im not checking), tt29 (published in the middle of uth coming out, lol), tt47 (countdown tie-in), robin 177 and 182-183 (post-countdown, immediately after jason dumps his red robin costume and one of tims rogues fishes it out of the dumpster to wear, correctly intuiting *for some reason* that this will get to tim), and......... sigh. stupid battle for the stupid cowl.

(and, since were talking about jasons perspective, theres also the picture wall in lost days. i dont know what issue it is because to me lost days is not "made up" of "issues", it is one book i simply open to devour whole whilst weeping.)

i think tt 29 is the interaction i find the most frustrating because... we have an idea what tt29 would have been like if it were good. bc we have ga01 69-72. and granted Tim is such a cocky little shit (affectionate) that jason simply. Would probably not have been able to scare him no matter what, lol... but imagine if this fucking issue had been good.

ok cutting 4 length

the problem with johns. .......the FIRST problem with johns. is that he regularly has interesting ideas and his execution of them completely falls flat. the second problem with johns is that he can't write dialogue. the third problem with johns is that it was really really important to him that you understood what a Talented And Special Boy tim is but instead of showing you that he just forced other characters to. tell you. over and over. jason is not johns' only victim in this quest. (and johns was also not the only perpetrator, as we will see when i get to fuckin fabnic.)

but like i said i *am* actually interested in the potential here, because i do think there is potential.

and i also think that--at least when you read into it as deeply as i do--jason is sympathetic in this issue. (don't give me "hes beating up a child" crap here btw. jason's only 2-3 years older, tims a peer to him, they could easily have gone to high school together if jason hadnt fuckin died.) johns deliberately shows us Jason hoping raven gets a reprieve from the nightmares, and he certainly was *trying* to show us how much it would fucking suck to be remembered as the Bad Robin, forgotten except to be a cautionary tale, what kind of things that would do to a person emotionally. AND he makes a point of highlighting Jason's loneliness and isolation as robin, and. tbh i dont think the issue itself rly blames Jason for that. (you most certainly do not gotta hand it to him though. under no circumstances do you gotta hand it to johns for anything.)

and while jason tearing off his clothes to reveal his party city knockoff robin costume--the better to beat you with, my dear--was, erm. falling mostly on the wrong side of the line btwn camp and cringe... i do think jason writing his own name in blood on the wall was right on the money, *especially* because it was obviously not tims blood. like, tim wasnt bleeding anywhere near enough for that. it was either fake blood or jason prepped his own beforehand for them to DNA test--but also if they saw it before they saw tim, to make them fear for tims life, as a reminder of the risks theyre dealing with here.

oh but i was planning on talking specifically about like. what Jason might actually have seen in tim that left him with a positive impression. as-written? kinda nothing. lmao. or well the one thing imo is this

just kidding i couldn't find the panelz somehow despite posting them literally like yesterday and i ran into this lol:

>:| got distracted again. by this.

anyway i give up ill add the pics later. but its the exchange where jason has *decisively* won the fight, tims crumpled on the floor concussed and winded, and jason demands if tim *really* thinks he was good enough to tail bruce unnoticed for weeks.

and tim says "yes." hes beat up enough he can barely talk but there's still no hesitation whatsoever. and jason is *really* down on himself in this issue--he calls himself a failure, he feels like no one cared about his death, he feels unremembered. and jasons stated intentions here were to get the measure of tim but i also stand by the interpretation that he wanted to warn tim off of the sidekick gig, to remind him you uh. you have to be dick fucking grayson to survive it. (i dont believe either of them mentions him by name, but hey, dicks shadow is big enough for the both of them.)

i think what jason finds worthy of respect here--and, on top of that, intriguing enough that in robin 177 he entreats tim to join him--is the confidence, and also? at absolutely no point does tim believe jason is there to kill him. not a fuckin high bar, i know, but like i said i do think jason had *planned* to try and scare tim off (just also mega derailed himself by accident bc he got too in his feelings about the statue room 🥺), and... its not a bar he would have expected Tim to clear, is all im saying. particularly because while it is *possible* this took place in the middle of uth (tt 29 was released in november 05, between batman 646 and 647, which is the part where slade shows up bc black mask hired him to take jason out, so tt29 couldnt have happened in the middle of those two specific issues, but there are several other points at which jason could have taken a break in menacing gotham to fly to san Francisco), with Jason talking so negatively about himself i have to assume this is after the end of uth.

(you might be able to place this in the in-universe chronology by if/when teen titans mentions chemo dropping on bludhaven, which happens immediately before the bruce-jason-joker final showdown. however i dont feel like poking around for that or any other details to anchor tt29 to the other events happening at the time rn.)

i just also think so much of what jasons doing in this issue is like--he doesn't know *what* hes there to do. he had a plan and hes kinda fumbling it, not because tim is being especially resourceful but because jasons still licking his emotional wounds from uth, and titans tower is bringing up ones i dont think he ever realized hadnt healed. hes feeling everything at once. hes angry and hurt and full of self loathing but i think by the time tim simply says "yes," jason hits the stage of just being... burnt out. done lashing out, fucking tired, just wants to go home, if he can ever find it.

but i do think that "yes" would stick in his craw for a long time afterwards.

tt47: tim kicks jason in the nuts and pretty much declares them even for tt29 lolol. you may have seen my post about how jason only *sometimes* wears armor in countdown--hes drawn in the armored turtleneck and tac pants in tt47, but there are times in countdown hes out there fighting aliens and metas and shit in his jacket, a *t-shirt,* and *jeans.* just a squishy regular degular baseline human doing this and no one ever brings it up. but anyway. do i think tim would have seen jason wearing the equivalent of civvies plus a domino mask, narrow in on that, and immediately decide to kick him in the balls? i sure do. do i also think that this would make him rise in jasons estimation?

yeah. yeah, i really do. lol

anyway after this! after this is jasons briefish world-hopping stint as red robin saving the universe being a big damn hero and getting paid dust by everyone around him, in countdown; i think i mentioned before in this post that at the end he abandons the red robin suit in a dumpster, where it gets picked up by one of tims rogues. this storyline sucks and fabnic is a hack unfortunately. the rogue did it bc he wants tims attention or whatever. not important except for how irritating it is that fabnic fumbled a concept this juicy (tim inheriting and eventually purposely adopting The Bad Robin Mantle) which is also further fumbled by stupid battle for the stupid cowl, and the people who it falls to to salvage it are. johns again, in adventure comics 3, and yost, who is a better writer than johns or fabnic but not by like a huge margin.

and while i do think tim having a bad opinion of jason at this point was inevitable i find it so frustrating the way it was executed... like so often with Bad Tim Writing and also fuckin DC Editorial's Jason Slander Agenda shit it wasn't because in-universe thats how the characters would feel, the writer was using tim as a mouthpiece, and jasons competence and things he cares about arent taken seriously... BUT WHATEVER the point is that when Tim goes to stop Jason from his villainous scheme to reduce crime or whatevr jason has such a high opinion of him that he asks tim to join him:

and jasons loneliness, his desperation to be heard, is such a theme for him in the new earth/post crisis era and i wish it had been. Handled better lol are you noticig a theme here its that Jason has been written badly. (tim too, tbh.) and when tim says no jasons dejected but unsurprised acceptance breaks my heart. but to me the most interesting part of jasons appearance at the end of tims robin series is in 182, when tim--for absolutely no good reason--gives jason the means to break out of prison.

he says something about how its what Bruce would have wanted, but for. reasons i wont get too deeply into rn, that absolutely does not hold water.

anyway i just think there's no way jason doesn't start crushing on tim at least a little at this point. shrug.

bftc sucks and i dont want to look at it rn. but its also got examples of jasons high opinion of tim. and also im mad at it bc both countdown AND his appearances in robin feel like they could have been taking jason to a like. more of an antihero type of role and then we get bftc and morrison and its kind of. fucking hard to get jason anywhere near back on track after that for those of us who still like playibg in the post-crisis pre-reboot sandbox. and i wouldnt be mad about that if bftc had been good bc Jason absolutely does make an incredibly interesting and effective and tragic antagonist when handled well but well. he wasnt. and i have no idea what bftc would.have even been like if it was good bc it was so off the wall and dumb and assassinated actually *everyones* characters. so.

anyway

im just going to roll back to robin 183 now

jasons referring to the damage tim got when he got a little bit exploded in 180, this pretty nasty burn on the back of his head, which was actually why he wore jasons RR cowl for the first time (he was still robin). but what you do see here--aside from Tims narration which puts him *firmly* on the side of obnoxiously arrogant and judgmental instead of charmingly cocky in this issue, to my estimation, thanks for nothing fabnic--is the two of them on firmly cordial terms. jason still thinks more highly than tim does of him, but theyre asking each other about their injuries... tim caring about the wellbeing of people he doesn't even like is par for the course with him, ofc, but once again Jason doesn't really get that a whole lot. constantly haunted by this panel from countdown btw:

does he though!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

here is another jaytim preboot canon interactions post from a few months ago with some more thoughts, some repeated lol.

anyway. incoherent rambling complete for now. however. jaytim time is all the time 👍 i will revisit this.

[snowflakesnsundry]

The Embrace of a Stranger: Part 1

Word Count: 5,961

Summary: There are rumors about the Beltane celebration in the Golden Palace. It’s said it’s an event where no one appears as they are-where people of all classes and ranks mingle without the burden of status-and where the air is filled with the smell of sweat and sex.

This is your first time in attendance, and Loki has sworn he would know you no matter who you looked like. You’re nervous, but you have to trust him- and hope the man who ends up burried deep inside you is the man you are hoping him to be.

Warnings: Story is Rated R, and contains elements of mistaken identity, dub-con, public sex, free use, and just general debauchery.

Author’s Notes: So this is that fic I mentioned earlier. This thing is over 15k words long so im breaking it into parts- largely because i want to do some further editing/polishing on it. Part 2 is now up on tumblr!

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            The stars, and twisting colors of the galaxy in which Asgard was nestled, shimmered against the ink black sky. Brighter than usual, you wondered if it was because the moon had gone dark-fallen into shadow as if closing her watchful eye.

            With what was unfolding in the city below, you found it hard to blame her.

            For weeks now soft, pastel banners had woven themselves across the rooftops in a colorful web. All across the city they hung from shop fronts, homes, and market stalls alike; even gracing the halls rof the palace, wrapped around pillars and dangling from arches alongside floral displays- undoubtably kept vibrant by the very same magics that preserved the gardens. It was clear that the Queen had put her all into preparing the event. But oh how you wished she wouldn’t…

            You would only be able to stall for so much longer, but your fingers dug into the balustrade as you considered what must be going on down below. For a while now you had watched the silver trails of smoke lift from the rooftops and escape towards the sky; each fresh brush of night air bringing the scent of the feasts and flowers as music mingled with singing, shouting, and…

            The later it gets, the worse it will get.

            Beltane had always been a festival you avoided-for a litany of reasons- but you had at least enjoyed a tradition here and there; the maypoles and flower crowns; the lighthearted dancing and singing in a giddy welcoming of spring. But every tenth year the festival changed. You had seen it in the eyes of those around you; in the giggles that came from hidden corners as you passed, the constant -brazen- flirtation between not just the servants but the members of court. It was hard for you to tell why they even bothered.

            None of you will recognize each other anyway.

            Pressing your eyes closed you turned back into your quarters. The gown Lady Ragna has made for you lay draped across the bed you and Loki shared, it’s golden fabric shimmering in the firelight. For the first time it was something she had made without input from either of you-tradition, you were told. In fact, the thing had not even arrived until that morning, carefully packaged in black cloth so that not even the fidgety courier would know what lay inside.

            There had been a breif argument between you and Loki earlier in the day. You had begged to see what she had sent for him-promising to show you what had been sent for you in exchange. It would be a way for you to recognize one another- something to temper the nerves that had you shaking from head to foot- but he had refused. He had smirked at you, promising he would be able to recognize you no matter what- that he would never let you attend this on your own.

            If Loki left you alone, you would kill him yourself.

            A trembling finger reached to trace the soft fabric of the gown. If you could call it a gown. It looked more to you like loosely joined strips of fabric. This was not to say it hadn’t been crafted with Ragna’s usual polish and care, but your nerves had long since got the better of you.

            Every ten years-when this celebration occurred- the attendees of the Palace’s Beltane event were expected to all dress in a single color. What color that was shifted from year to year, rotating between the banner colors of the members of the royal family, landing this year on the Queen’s signature gold. Anonymity was the cornerstone upon which the event was built-it would not be what it was without it- and so uniformity of color was just one more level added to ensure no one could recognize who they walked among.

            That, in and of itself, was a bit of a blessing-because you did not know how you could continue on if anyone saw you like… this.

            You brushed your fingers across the gold band that would wrap around your neck. Etched with great care, twisting patterns wrapped around gems of yellow topaz that were sure to catch the light. Two chain links hung from it-about where you would expect your collar bone to be- a long strip of gold fabric hanging from each. Were you not so horrified that this was all there was to the top of your gown, you might have marveled at the cloth Ragna chose. You had worried what she would provide you might be a gaudy sort of metalic- the kind of fabric that would stick to your skin and chafe all through the night; but this? It was soft-cool to the touch- and pooled delicately in your hand.

            Almost as if it were made up of a million tiny links of chain. 

            Though it glittered under the touch of firelight, it was subtle- gentle. You were equally glad for how cool it was to the touch; because if the rumors were true, the heat from entangled partygoers might boil you alive.

            Cautiously you undressed, not daring to look in the mirror as you did so. The collar opened easily-a perfect fit around your neck- and you slipped the small latch that held it closed into place, praying it wouldn’t come undone.

            When it had arived, you had been a bit offended Ragna had also sent along instructions; but as you held the strips of fabric in your hand you were incredibly grateful they were not just written, but illustrated.

            Left strip to cover the right breast, right strip to cover the left breast. 

            The strips crossed one another right below the dip where your sternum met your clavicle, broadening just a bit to cradle each breast before tying togeather at your back. It was the sort of outfit beneath which you could wear no underthings- a major concern when you had first seen the gown- but you should have known a few enchantments could fix a myriad of problems.

            Something to ask Loki about later.

            To your releif each time you adjusted your chest, the fabric molded to it-holding it in place without any rigidity or discomfort. It made you wonder why she hadn’t made all your dresses this way.

            Small comforts asside, you still had the skirt to face. It too was set with a gold band-engraved and set just as the collar had been. To your dismay, you realized was the wrong size to fit your waist- but just the right size to rest about your hips. The fabric here, at least, was more recognizable as a skirt- though the double slits on its front ran so high that the place where the fabric joined was hidden beneath the golden band. Just as cool and mailable as the first piece, it fell smooth over your backside; pooling about your ankles in a way that let you know the heels Ragna provided would be unavoidable. The strip of fabric that ran down your front was not nearly as wide as you had hoped; and just like the top, it left no place to hide underthings.

            A few items had been provided as well- decoration for this ‘gown’- and whose instructions you were equally grateful for. A broach, carved from some honey yellow stone you could not name- had been shaped into a flower that bloomed up between the curve of your breasts. From its base hung a chain of gold that fell loosely over your exposed stomach- a second gemstone carved to look like a seed attatched to its end, weighting it to swing like a pendulum across your skin.

            You were happy to learn that the heels you had been provided were remarkably comfortable-which left you with only one last task before you left for the night.

            Upon your vanity sat a single glass bottle, filled to the top with a liquid that glowed a soft red in the darkness. Loki had taken his with him when he had departed- opting to prepare in an unoccupied guest chamber after deciding he could not trust you not to peek. You could still feel the kiss he had left upon your lips as he swore to you there was no reason to worry. He would find you; he would know you anywhere. Everything would be fine.

            As you sat before the mirror you decided you wouldn’t look at your reflection until the potion had been downed. Perhaps then you would be less anxious about how you appeared. The taste was cloyingly sweet. Wrinkling your nose, you tried to swallow down any of the taste that lingered on your tongue, but you feared it would be quite some time before you were free of the taste.  

            In seconds you felt the heat spread across your body, the prickle of magic against your skin raising the hairs on your arm as it traveled through you. The sensation was not comfortable, but you had endured worse. With eyes pressed shut you waited until the sensation passed; only then lifting your eyes to the mirror.

            Seeing someone elses’ face in place of your own was beyond jarring. You looked nothing like you had before-the potion changing everything from the features of your face to the curve of your hips. The person in the mirror was someone new- and oh was she lovely.

            Your cheeks warmed as you ran your fingers through your hair. What was there before had changed into long waves of jet-black hair- a feature strikingly reminiscent of Loki. It sparked a glimmer of hope that this might make it that much easier for him to find you.

            Something about the familiar strands made you want to style it with great care. It would make you later still, but in the back of your mind you almost hoped you could stall long enough to miss it entirely.

            And yet…

            As your fingers worked braids into your hair, your mind wandered. The festivities in the city could get quite… lewd; but if rumor was to be believed, it was nothing compared to what went on within the walls of the palace. How much rumors could be trusted, you couldn’t say, but if they could…

            In your head you could hear it-the cries of pleasure and the strike of flesh against flesh rising high above the chatter in the corrination hall. Nobles, servants, and soldiers alike tangled in one another- never to know who they had spent their night in or on. A shiver ran down your spine, and you tried to ignore the way you found it not entirely unpleasant.

            ——

            You hadn’t the faintest idea how long you stood at the end of the corridor, eyes trained on the door leading into the coronation hall in which the event would be held. You could hear it, feel it, smell it even from so far away. You could feel your pulse hammering across every inch of your body-anxiety fighting with the unexpected heat you felt building between your legs.

            Perhaps that heat only made it worse.

            The smell of wine, fruit, and sweetened bread mingled with the sharp tang of sweat and sex. From where you stood you already had felt the temperature rise; and though the singing and chatter within carried across the air, it was the cries of pleasure and unrestrained moans that stole the entirety of your focus.

            This is what you get for arriving so late.

            Any tame moments that might have eased you into the evening had long since passed-and you knew what waited for you inside.

            You have to go in.

            But your feet wouldn’t move.

            Hovering, you could feel the eyes of the guards stationed at the door; and you wondered if they resented being chosen for this shift. Now and then a giggling couple would bump into them as they stumbled from the hall-slipping away to enjoy one another privately as opposed to publicly.

            You swore beneath your breath. Why were you so nervous? It wasn’t as if you had never seen a nude body before, and you weren’t some untouched maiden- so why did your heart continue to hammer so?

            As you shifted on your feet, you felt how slick it had become between your thighs.

            It’s not fear you’re feeling…

            You shook your head. You wouldn’t think of it; you wouldn’t pitty yourself or hover outside the door as the soldiers watched you standing there. You would enter with your head held high-find Loki- and get through the night unscathed.

            You shoved down the little twinge in the back of your mind that felt something like disappointment.  

            Briefly you took comfort in the idea that, if there were soldiers on duty, their Captain would likely be similarly occupied. Of all the people you did not want to run into at a festival such as this, Baldur was at the very top of your list; but the idea of his absence made the room seem safer- so you grabbed hold of that little bit of courage and took your first step- just as you heard a voice speak up beside you.

            “Finally found your courage, have you?” The abrupt interruption had you nearly leaping from your skin; you had to slap your hand across your mouth in order to stifle a scream.

            Irritably you turned to the man who now stood beside you, faltering as you looked up into a pair of wild, glimmering eyes. He was tall, his long blonde hair hung about his shoulders, a few silken braids woven to frame his features and keep the strands out of his face. His eyes were a rich brown, and they shone as they reflected the glittering gold dancing in the firelight.

            He did not hesitate as he placed a broad hand on your lower back, his fingers spreading delicately across your skin. His smile was soft-kind- as he ran his thumb over the curve at the base of your spine. “It can be quite intimidating-I nearly lost my nerve the first time I attended, but once you’re inside it’s not nearly as overwhelming as you might think.”

            You stared at him, shocked by how casually familiar he was with you, and yet unable to shake the feeling of familiarity that he stirred.

            He pulled you closer and you caught the faint scent of dust and steel.

            Every bit of tension that had built up in you-every knot that had twisted its way into your muscles- unraveled in an instant; the fear you might never find him fully washed away. Your whole countenance brightened, and you sank into him as he pulled you close. He pressed his hips firmly against yours and you allowed your hands to settle about his waist.

            A warm, ochre yellow, the wrap shirt he wore fit loosely- the V formed by the two sides of the shirt dipping nearly all the way down to his waist. He had bound it loosely, the knot of its band resting just above his hips. The pants he wore were just as loose as the top- shifting about him with his every move, and thin enough to make you painfully aware of what rested just beneath.

            Almost on instinct your fingers crept to his bare chest, wandering freely across it as you lavished in his embrace. “I must admit, I do feel a bit uneasy entering alone,” a coy grin slipped across your features, “but if I could find someone to acompany me…”

            His eyes flashed, and you felt him stiffen against your hips. He had begun to move his fingers slowly across the skin at the base of your spine, and you let out a soft sigh as you felt them journeying further down than up. “Well then, good Lady,” he said with a wry grin, “I would be delighted to serve as your companion and… entertainment for the evening.”

            An electric current seemed to pulse across your skin. “How shameless,” you purred. “Were you any more eager I might think you have been out here waiting for me.”

            Hunger burned behind his eyes sending another jolt through you. Despite the heat growing within you, his touch felt warm as he brushed his knuckles across your cheek. The hand at your back slipped lower, and you hummed gently as it slid over the curve of your ass. His scent consumed your senses as he leaned in, lips brushing against the curve of your ear. “Darling, I think you are exactly who I have been waiting for.”

            Your breath wavered, fingers curing against his chest. Suddenly it seemed so obvious why he proclaimed he would be able to recognize you no matter what; everything about the man in your arms was so familiar. You recognized the way his fingers brushed your skin, the curve of his grin-even the cadence of his speech was familiar; and he had waited for you.

            “Well then,” you whispered, breathless, “I would hate to see the efforts of such a charming creature go to waste.” His growl of approval only served to worsten the heat growing within you.

            “Well then,” pulling back, he offered you his arm-as if just moments ago he hadn’t been pressed against you… “Tonight, you may call me Vidar; what might I call you?”

            You tried to force down a smile so you might match the gentlemanly demeanor he had decided to adopt-at least, for now. Each invitation had come with a name- one different from your own that you would go by until the spell wore off at daybreak- and you had to dig through the back of your mind to find what had been written on your page.

            “Sigrid.” You slipped your hand into the crook of his arm, unafraid to keep him close. ‘Vidar’s hand slipped atop yours, interlacing your fingers as he gripped you tight.

            “Lady Sigrid,” he announced with a grin, “I promise you will not regret your choice. I will do everything in my power to ensure this is a night you will remember.”

—-

            What lay beyond the doors was breathtaking in more ways than one. The event hall was already grand without a single bit of decoration, but what unfolded before your eyes went beyond the pale.

            “Nines…” you muttered, holding a little tighter to your companions arm.

            Before you sprawled a single, long table that boasted every sweet thing you could imagine. Wines, fruits, sweet breads and the like filled every possible space until its wooden surface was invisible to the eye. Were it not for the towering figureheads at each end you might have guessed it didn’t exist at all- and the remainder of the room would only lend credence to that.

            Above your head was not a ceiling, but an intricate mosaic of blooming flowers arraigned to mimic the night sky. Trees grew, reaching up towards the fragrant sky with branches dotted by violet petals and leaves of emerald green. Beneath their canopies sat lavishly upholstered chase lounges, each one seemingly wide enough for at least two partygoers to occupy.

            And occupy them they did.

            Face burning you turned instead the veritable maze of gossamer curtains colored delicate pastel versions of the royal colors. You did not need to see within them to know what they were for.

            You were pulled from your thoughts as the strands of Vidar’s hair brushed against your cheek. “Don’t take it in all at once,” he whispered, his breath hot as it wound around your ear. “We can explore one thing at a time-and if any of it catches your fancy…”

            You squeezed his arm, turning to meet his eye -something that seemed to catch him just a bit off guard. “Thank you,” you replied, stifling a laugh as you leaned to press your forehead to his “I suppose if I never quite find the courage to enjoy you here,there will be plentywe can make up for back in your quarters.”

            His breath shuddered as he pulled cautiously back. “Be careful what you say, girl; or I might find it quite difficult to keep myself restrained.

            Fire coursed across your skin as you felt your eyes go wide. “P…Perhaps we start with a drink, then.”

            Something wicked flashed in his eyes, the corner of his mouth curling upward into a downright predatory smile. “That, I believe, is the perfect place to start.”

            Togeather you descended the few stairs that separated you from the golden crowd, plunging into sea of revelers and all the sensations that would come with it. Food and wine mingled with a delicate incense-no doubt selected to mask the scent of sex that hovered in the air; but it was to no avail. Those around you seemed to wander about in various states of undress, hands wandering freely between strangers that would never know eachother’s names.

            “Do you have any preference with wine?”

            You looked at Vidar with a frown. You were certain you had discussed it before- but then again, it had been months since you were free to drink when under the court’s watchful eye.

            Perhaps he’s just forgotten.

            “Something with some bitterness to it,” you said, “too sweet and it will make my stomach turn.”

            “Ah, it would be a crime to put you out of commission so early in the night.”

            You laughed as he kissed your hand, vanishing into the crowd as he sought a glass for you both.

            Alone, the racing thoughts in your mind began to fade. The initial shock had worn away, and as you allowed your eyes to wander found yourself glazing over nude forms without a second thought. Couples beneath the trees seemed nothing of note, and there was an odd sort of freedom you doubted anything else could replicate. Without the burden of titles and names they were no one- but in the arms of a passing stranger they could spend a night at the center of their world; becoming a strangers everything.

             And if you left it at that, the night might have progressed rather uneventfully; but what stood at the end of the maze of curtains was impossible to ignore.

            There were large, upholstered platforms -somewhat reminiscent of a bed- stationed at regular intervals. By your estimation five individuals could lay comfortably upon it- so long as they were tall enough to make it there.

            The legs were abnormally long, and you realized with a flutter in your stomach that they seemed to be about waist high. Pillows of a number of sizes and shapes were strewn about, likely to be used by whoever opted to… perform.

            Golden fabric lay strewn across the stone floor -discarded by those who occupied a suprisingly large number of the beds. Though watching crowds obscured your vision, you could hear the cries of pain and pleasure shouted unhindered toward the sky. Your mouth suddenly felt incredibly dry.

            You tried to tell yourself you weren’t curious about what was happening- that you didn’t need to see what elicited the cheers and lewdencouragement from those watching and waiting. Chewing at your lip you felt your breathing shift-becoming quick and shallow as something in your core began to burn. Between your legs you could feel the eager swell of your cunt despite your efforts to direct your attention elsewhere. Your hands fidgeted restlessly, and before you knew it your legs were carrying you toward the circle that had formed around one of the beds.

            Several individuals lay stretched upon it, their bodies writhing with every touch and thrust their partners provided. They seemed to move from partner to partner like honeybees to flowers; slipping fingers, tongues, and cocks slick with cum in and out of whoever they pleased.

            Who were they? How did they find themselves laying there?

            Your mind placed you there atop the upholstery, Loki burried between your legs- his thrusts so desperate inside you that they would make the whole platform shake. You wanted the sting of his teeth against your skin, the cries of others in your ears, the heat of…

            Your stomach flipped and you lost your nerve.

            Quickly exiting the ring of spectators you felt the subtle urge to flee- or at the very least, move- but you reminded yourself that you did not want to get lost in the crowd. Restlessly you pulled at your fingers, wondering what might be taking him so long.

            You could wait. You would be fine.

            And still, your eyes were drawn to those waiting crowds.

            It was as if you had drifted into a haze, the fog in your mind dulling the sounds and smells of the swarms around you until two observers stepped back from one of the circles-offering you a glimpse at what lay beyond.

            The looks of pleasure upon their faces stirred something deep within you. It wasn’t just the expressions of those on display, either- it was the look of desire; of insatiable hunger painted across the faces of those who looked on. As the space closed you noted how many had their hands beneath their clothes, pleasuring themselves to the melodies of lust that continued to play.

            Again, that heat within you stirred. Everything that lay before your eyes seemed to vanish in favor of the fantasy that played in your head. What would they do if it were you splayed out before them. Would they stroke themselves at the sight of your bare form? Would they revel in the way each touch-each forceful stroke of Loki’s cock- would make you sing? Would they want you for themselves? Would you let…

            No. No no no you cannot…

            But why, you wondered. There were none here to judge you, and not a one of them would know who you are. You could lay yourself at the mercy of every last soul in Asgard and come tomorrow, they would be none the wiser.

            But if Loki doesn’t feel the same…

            Even in the haze of your lust you were willing to accept he might not take kindly to watching those who were eager and willing as their touch explored every inch of you. Watching them sheathe themselves inside you. A shiver coursed down your spine, leaving you shaken as you tried not to watch on.

            “I see something has drawn your eye.” You could hear the smirk in his tone. Low and gravely, his voice slipped across your consciousness, inflaming your desire even further. An involuntary whimper slipped free of your lips, your hand reaching back as you sank your fingers into his shoulder- desperate not to let your legs fail you.

            “That bad, is it?”

            Your grip tightened as he slid his fingers delicately over the exposed skin of your stomach-his touch so hot it burned against the midnight air. He wrapped himself firmly around you, his knee wedging between your legs before he sank his teeth into the curve of your neck. A strangled cry escaped you before your hand could clap down over your mouth.

            “Lo… Vidar, I…”

            “Before you say a word,” he growled, his hips rolling against your backside, “know I don’t want to hear the word ‘sorry’, nor do I want to hear you say ‘I can’t’ without providing me with good reason.”

            You swallowed hard. “And what would qualify as a good reason?”

            “I’m not cruel, girl,” he chuckled, “tell me honestly that you don’t want to- that it holds no interest to you- or that it would cause you undue pain.” As he spoke, a hand began to slip down past the golden band at your waist, his broad fingers inching asside the strip of fabric that shielded you from the world. “But be careful, good lady- because it will not take much to know you are lying.”

            Cool midnight air drifted across your exposed cunt, Vidar’s fingers following close behind. All you could do was whimper-clinging to his arm as the heat of his hand reached down to cover all of you. “Go on then,” he growled, the heel of his hand beginning to press ever so slightly against your clit. “Tell me what it is you need. What it is you want.”

            Oh no…

            Your head was spinning now that you could feel his hands on you. Closing your eyes you sank into the pleasure stirring at your core-your mind devoid of any thought but his touch. “I don’t want you to be angry,” you whimpered between increasingly heavy breaths.

            “And why would I be angry, my dear?”

            You scoffed lightly, “I don’t quite know if you’re the type to… share.”

            The sudden throb of his cock where it was pressed to your backside suggested otherwise.

            When he withdrew his hand you whined in protest, but he took your hand-pulling you along before you could say much else.

            The pulse already pounding in your ears became almost deafening as he pulled you towards one of the far beds- using his size to push through the large crowd until he pulled you through to the very front.

            Your eyes went wide.

            She looked exhausted. Her chest heaved, her fingers clambering for purchase on whatever they could find. Her hair was a tangled mess above her , every inch of her skin slick with sweat, saliva and cum. Between her legs stood a broad-shouldered man- his form bent over her, gripping her hips as he drove himself so violently inside her that each thrust caused the platform to shake.

            And all the while, she sang. Cries of pleasure greeted every clap of his skin against hers, the expression on her face seemingly locked in a perminant state of bliss

            It made your heart race, your face burn, your stomach flip and flutter in ways you did not quite know how to handle. When you tried to turn your eyes away you felt Vidar’s fingers dig into your cheeks and chin. His breath was in your ear as he forced your eyes back on the woman before you, writhing in pleasure. “Don’t look away- not until you’ve told me the truth.”

            So long as your eyes were open, you knew you could not look nowhere else-and something about it let your body settle in and embrace the pooling heat between your thighs. When your legs began to falter, he wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you up as he pulled you tightly to him; a move that only seemed to make matters worse.

            So to speak… 

            You could feel him- the swell of his cock pressed firmly against your back. You could feel the slight shudder that came with each exhaled breath, the heat radiating from his body. Once more you felt his knee wedge itself between your legs, parting you just enough for his fingers to explore.

            Once more the front panel of your skirt was moved asside- but this time he lifted it fully, wrapping the cloth around your back before tucking it into the golden band about your hips. When his touch settled gently against your clit, you could see the curious eyes his gesture had drawn.

           Without meaning to, you met the gaze of a pair of striking blue eyes. Bright and clear they seemed to stare so deeply into you that you may as well have been already rendered bare. Those eyes had once been locked on the woman before him, but now? Now they were locked on you.

           As you squirmed, he held your gaze.

           “So eager,” Vidar sighed, lavishing his tongue against the delicate skin of your neck. “But I wonder, is it just curiosity that has so… riled you? Or perhaps…” his finger lifted from your clit to settle as far back as he could reach on your folds. “Perhaps it is envy.”

           Slowly he slipped his finger between your folds- already so slick that there was almost no resistance. You cried out in pleasure and agony as his finger dragged torturously slowly from back to front- warm and wet by the time it slid across your throbbing clit.

           “Good lady?” You could hear his grin. “Is it really envy? Do you see the way he takes his pleasure from her-without anyhesitation?” You whimpered in reply. “Tell me then, in your own words… tell me how you want to be her.”

           Eyes still locked straight ahead, your vision was filled by the scene before you. Vidar’s finger ran through your folds over and over as wild pleasure made your head spin. Table still shaking, you watched as the man burried inside her falter-his stroke losing its rhythm as his shoulders began to tighten.

           Oh…

           With each erratic thrust he chased his climax, his moans rising in harmony with hers as they both sought their high.

           Tell me you want to be her…

           Weight collapsing onto his elbows, you watched the man’s head fall to the mattress beside her - her hand rising to cradle the back of his head, her fingers twisting into his sweat-soaked hair. You couldn’t hear what they whispered, couldn’t see where he had pressed his lips into her skin- but as he pulled himself from inside her and stepped away, you could see what he had left behind.

           A slow, thick ribbon of white dripped from her cunt to pool on the floor.

           “Goodness,” Vidar teased, “for something like that…” he rolled his hips against yours, pressing you against his finger just enough to hint at the promise of slipping inside, but nothing more. “It takes more than one man to leave a mess like that.” His words settled inside your mind, thick and sweet as honey. “How many would you guess shes had? Five? Ten?”

           “Vidar…” More eyes were upon you as you gasped his name. Hungry expressions watched and wondered if you too would soon be on display. 

           “I might guess a little closer to twenty. You might be too short to see, but from the looks of the floor? That is not the first time so much has slipped free.”

           The sound you made was neither moan nor desperate cry- it was need, a primal, deep-seated desire that basked in the eyes trained upon you. Nails digging into the skin of Vidar’s arm, you hoped the words you were trying to force from your mouth came through as actualwords.

           “I’ve struck a chord, haven’t I?” You nodded eagerly, grinding your hips into his hand- your body aching with the need to have something burried inside you. As the next guest stepped forward to claim the beauty splayed across the table, you felt something akin to… disappointment.

           “Y..yes…”

           “Then say it.” His finger rested motionless at your entrance, his fingers sliding from your chin to wrap tightly around your neck. “Tell me you want me to fuck you- that you want them to fuck you.” Your shaking legs began to fail you, only serving to tighten the grip around your neck as your falling weight sank his finger one knuckle deep inside you.

           Nothing could have held back the moan that resonated in your chest. “Please… please- I need something inside me… someone inside me…” These words were ones you would have never expected to utter; not in a place like this. Not with so many eyes upon you. Yet your mind was so addled with desire that you spoke them through shaking breaths- unafraid and unashamed. “Fuck me… let them fuck me…please…”

           There was no reason you could find not to. He seemed as aroused by the idea as you were and, when the sun rose over the city, the only ones who would know what had transpired would be you, and Loki.

           Enjoy it.

           It would be ten years before such a chance arose again

CONTINUE TO PART 2

[lesbianhotch]

quality control (a sugar daddy hotch fic)

hi my loves! back at it again with another fic!! i really really hope yall like this one, its a little different for me but im happy with the final product! notes: 18+, female reader, phone sex (?), sex toys, just a smidge- a sprinkling of d*ddy kink

Late night phone calls with Aaron have always been your favorite.

You used to talk for an hour or two, polite conversation until he excused himself for work and followed up by sending you money.

The talks happened much more often now, and for longer intervals, and after a while, Aaron felt that the money transferring was getting a little tedious.

Now he just lets you borrow his credit card.

You’re sitting on your bed, phone tucked between your ear and shoulder, as your hands are otherwise occupied with painting your toenails.

“What color have you gone with this time?”

“It’s a kind of, a pastel violet.” You dip the brush back into the bottle so you can turn it upside down to read the label. “Suits You Swell.”

“And what does that name have to do with the color purple?”

“Not a thing. But I don’t care. As long as it looks pretty.” You wiggle your toes for effect, and you find yourself satisfied with your at home late night pedicure. “I bought some other colors too, but I decided the purple was right for spring.”

Aaron hums. “I saw. Got my credit card bill today. You did some shopping?”

“I did. Just a few things I wanted.”

You can hear the squeak of Aaron’s chair, like he’s leaning back to relax. “Tell me. You know I like to hear how you’re treating yourself.”

You smile, setting the nail polish down on your bedside table. “Well, I got the polishes and I got a new skirt I had my eye on.”

“The one you saw in the window at Burberry?”

“Yes! I thought it’d be perfect for work, it’ll go great with that blouse you like.”

You can almost hear him smile over the phone. “The sleeveless one with the v-neck? Now how did you know that’s one of my favorites?”

“Just a hunch.”

As if you hadn’t caught him staring at your chest every time you wore it.

“What else did you get?”

“Oh, uh. That’s it I think.”

Aaron clicks his tongue. “No, I think I see something else here.”

You feel the blood drain out of your face as you realize exactly what purchase he must be seeing.

“That’s just- I needed to-”

The thing was, your favorite vibrator had finally kicked the bucket. Ole faithful had been with you through many lonely days and hard nights, and lets just say that since your relationship with Aaron began, you’d been making it work overtime.

Age and over use finally caught up to it last week, and you couldn’t revive it no matter how many fresh double A batteries you crammed into it.

You usually preferred your discreet websites, but you’re guessing Amazon didn’t value anonymity the way actual sex shops did.

You were desperate and horny and needed something now, not in 5 to 10 business days.

You were so caught up in the idea of being able to get off again as soon as possible that you forgot ‘Multi-Speed, Wireless, Power Wand Massager’ might show up on Aaron’s computer screen when he got his monthly bill.

You put your head between your knees, sighing.

“Aaron, I’m sorry, I am so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. You know I don’t care what you buy.” You know he means it, and he says it so casually, like you aren’t talking about you purchasing sex toys with the money the federal government pays him. “However,” He takes a breath. “I do need to know if what you’re buying is worth the money.”

You sit up in a flash, spine straight as an arrow.

“If it’s….worth it?”

“Of course. I don’t want you spending Daddy’s money on something that doesn’t do the job.”

Oh, that bastard. He knows what he sounds like when he says that word, the way it makes you blush.

You shift against the bed sheets, trying to ignore the growing ache between your legs. “I uh. I haven’t gotten to use it yet.”

“Oh?”

“I was planning on using it for the first time tonight.”

You’d planned the perfect night for yourself. Off from work early, takeout from your favorite restaurant, a relaxing bubble bath followed by a DIY mani pedi, with the grand finale of breaking in your brand new toy.

You’d even set it out to charge before work.

“Are you still going to?”

“To what?”

“Use it tonight?”

Of course you are.

Even if the conversation ended because Aaron got called away to middle of nowhere Nebraska to hunt down a murderer, you’d still be spending the entire night thinking about him while you got yourself off.

“I want to.” There’s silence on his end, only the soft sound of him shifting in his chair. You realize after a moment that he’s giving you an out. You can hang up right now and he’ll forget he ever said anything.

You have to be the one to make the next move.

“Would you like to listen?”

Aaron sighs in relief. “I would, baby.”

You remove your bottoms in a flash, flimsy shorts that get tossed to the end of the bed without a second glance. Part of you is worried that if you take too much time, this living breathing fantasy of yours will come to an end.

You lean over and unplug the vibrator from its spot on your side table, pleased when the light on the bottom flashes green.

You settle back onto the pillows, and after a moment of consideration, place your phone on speaker and set it down right next to you.

Aaron’s voice is right in your ear, and you imagine what it’d be like if he was truly in bed next to you, talking to you with his voice warm and low, tired from a day of use.

“If at any point you don’t want to keep doing this, you tell me, okay?”

You nod, realizing a second later that he can’t see you. “Okay.” You swallow heavily, willing your nerves to settle. “What should I do?”

“I want you to tell me about what you bought. Describe it to me.”

You pass it from hand to hand gently, getting used to the weight of it.

“It’s silicone, so it’s soft. The wand fits in my hand and then there’s the, uh, the head of it. Round at the top.”

“Are there buttons?”

“Yes. One to turn it on and another to change the speed.”

“Let’s start at the beginning, and then we’ll try them all out ok? Daddy needs a thorough review.”

You feel lightheaded and you haven’t even touched yourself yet. It’s another shift in your relationship, and he’s not even in the damn room with you, instead he’s preparing you for the hottest phone call of your life.

Is this even phone sex? He’s hardly said anything dirty, and as far as you know he’s sitting in his office as stoic and put together as always. You’re certain he’s feeling something too by the way his voice has started to shift into something low and husky, but you also don’t think he’s the type to get off in his own office.

You decide you’re overthinking it, shaking yourself out of your brain fog and taking Aaron’s direction. You push the button and you can feel the soft rumble in your hand.

You rest the head over your underwear, just to get you started, ease you into it, and you hum softly.

“It’s nice. Not too strong, not too gentle.”

“How are you using it?”

“I started over my underwear. I’m sensitive, and I like to make it last.”

You hear Aaron let out a stuttered breath, like he’s trying not to groan.

“You need to get yourself wet?”

“Don’t need to, I already am,” you admit.

This time he does groan, and he doesn't try to hide it.

“Did I do that to you, baby? Get you wet just by talking to you?”

You nod curtly, moving the wand up and down over yourself over the cloth, pressing down a little more.

“Yeah you did. Aaron, can I try the next speed now?”

“Of course.”

You click the button, and it’s a nice upgrade, an extra jolt of speed that has you wiggling your hips.

“It’s faster, but st-still pretty gentle.”

“Can you take your underwear off now?”

You don’t bother responding, using your free hand to pull the panties down and off, throwing them to the side.

The vibrations feel even better against your bare skin, and you audibly moan this time, rubbing the head against your clit.

“God, that sounds so good. Gonna have me hard in my office sweetheart.”

The idea of Aaron, impeccably dressed in his pressed suit in his nice office chair, hard in his pants only serves to turn you on more. You’re so wet you can feel it on the sheets, and when you press the vibrator against your opening you sigh in satisfaction.

“I usually-“ You suck in a breath, moving your hand a bit faster. “I usually use my fingers. Or another toy.”

“Like what?” When you don’t answer right away, Aaron chuckles, and the sound makes heat coil in your belly. “Don’t be shy now. Tell me.”

All the things you’ve done so far tonight and this is what makes you blush down to your toes. “It’s nothing special. Just a regular dildo. Don’t want to use it tonight though.”

“Why not?”

Because deep down you know it won’t compare to what you could be having.

“It-it takes some time. And I don’t feel like wasting any.” You click the speed button again, and it's much stronger this time. There’s only 4 settings, so you’re not surprised that this one really ups the ante.

“Fuck that’s-that’s good.”

“How’s this setting? Better?”

“Faster, more intense.” You rock the soft head against your clit more steadily now, rolling your wrist in time with your hips. There’s wetness on your fingers, and you do your best to keep a good grip on the toy as you start to get lost in the feeling.

You had originally wanted this to last, but with Aaron talking you through this you’ve found yourself closer to the edge far quicker than you expected.

And really, who could blame you? It’s not every day the man you’ve been pining for since the day you met him finally seems to be reciprocating those feelings outright, and he happens to be doing so by guiding you through getting yourself off, all in the name of product quality control.

Aaron keeps talking in your ear, hushed tones that feel intimate, even with him so far away.

“I’m so happy I get to help you feel good sweetheart, so happy I get to hear the sounds you make, you sound so sweet baby.”

“Jesus- Aaron I need to cum, please.”

“Soon baby, soon. One more speed, we need to test it all, remember?”

You click the button over to the final setting, and the vibrator practically jumps in your hand. It’s exactly how you like it when you’re this worked up; fast and strong, and you make quick circles around your clit, back arching against the bed.

“God yes, yes that’s it, s’good.”

“Go ahead, let it happen. Let Daddy hear it.”

And you do. You throw your head back and whine and let the pleasure take over as your chest heaves and you see stars.

Overstimulation comes quickly, and you turn off the vibrator, leaving it stranded in between your spread legs. It takes a moment or two to come back down to earth, but when you do, you can’t help but let out a giggle.

“So um, was that a good customer review?”

“I’d say 5 stars.”

You laugh at that, full bodied and loud, and Aaron does too. You hear some shuffling on his end, followed by a grunt.

“Sorry. Needed to do some….adjusting.”

“What, no ‘afternoon delight’ for you?”

“More like an ‘evening delight’ at this point.” You smile and roll your eyes. “But no not for me. I’ll save that for when I’m somewhere a little more…private.”

You bite your lip at the thought of him at home, taking care of himself with you on his mind.

“Maybe I can give you a call? When you’re somewhere more private.”

There’s a moment of silence, as if Aaron’s surprised by your offering, but there’s a hint of a smile in his voice when he responds.

“I think I’d like that.”

You two start exchanging sweet goodbyes so Aaron can return to work, but before you disconnect he stops you.

“Oh sweetheart-“

“Yes?”

“Next time you want to buy anymore….toys. Please, don’t hesitate.”

taglist: @sadgirlml @arsonhotchner @needinghotch @jaspxr @angelfxllcm @shyhotch @ssamorganhotchner @ashhotchner @anlin2058

[applejongho]

2023 has come to a close so that means it's time for my year in review! i've been a gif maker on tumblr for more than two years now and this account keeps growing and getting so much love. im so grateful for all of my (jong)homies and mutuals that have let me get to this point and have fun along with it. like, i hit 1k and 2k followers in the same year! thats fucking rad!

i giffed a lot more this year than last and i think it's because i was finally able to get ps and vapoursynth near the end of 2022. my confidence soared as a result. not to get mushy, but this year on tumblr has been amazing because of that. :( this was the first full year i felt like a "real" and "competent" gif maker because i finally was using the tools that everyone else was using and i knew how to use them. thats a big thing for me, because for so long i struggled with figuring out how to download vs (and ps) (on mac btw) and i felt jealous that everyone else could do it so "easily." ps and vs are also really unintuitive if you dont know what youre doing so to basically brute force my way to success is something i want to pat myself on the back for. i did this. im insane. and now ive been properly expressing my insanity via gifs for over a year now that ive been so proud of! yippie!!!! as a result of my Trials and Tribulations, ive been thinking about creating tutorials for how to download ps, vs, and how to properly use ps to make gifs for those that dont even know where to begin now that i am a Seasoned user. bc i fucking get it. let me lend a hand.

but anyway.

some highights of this year that are worth mentioning:

i hit 1k followers in january! heres my 1k followers event posts

i hit 2k followers (!!!!!) in november!!!!!! heres my 2k followers event posts (so far)

i dabbled in combining ateez x (usually) alt/metal/rock songs now that i am a Confident and Certified Alternative Lady. here are those gif sets

still insane for jongho. also happy one year to biasing hongjoong. also happy almost three years of being an atiny.

i learned some new coloring tricks. i learned some new sharpening tricks. slayage all around!

below the cut are my most popular and my personal fav posts from each month this year as well as the total number of gif posts made each month!

tagging mutuals to view and to also do their own 2023 year in review (only if u want! absolutely no pressure ❤️): @yunwooz @hwanswerland @miinsang @booskwan @wifehwa

JANUARY

most popular: hongjoong doing a handstand

my favorite: short hair jjongie comp set

total posts made: 39

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FEBRUARY

most popular: guerrilla era hong comp set

my favorite: also guerrilla era hong comp set!

total posts made: 13

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MARCH

most popular: cruella hair hong comp set

my favorite: red hair jjongie

total posts made: 23

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APRIL

most popular: driver yunho

my favorite: gorgeous brown-red long hair jjongie just standing there

total posts made: 31

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MAY

most popular: barefaced ot8 (top post of the year!)

my favorite: gorgeous brown-red long hair jjongie pt 2

total posts made: 35

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JUNE

most popular: hong says fuck

my favorite: sparkly jjong

total posts made: 37

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JULY

most popular: bouncy relay dance ot8

my favorite: guerrilla one year anniversary post

total posts made: 32

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AUGUST

most popular: thanxx woo

my favorite: hala hala jjong

total posts made: 19

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SEPTEMBER

most popular: gorgeous blond hong

my favorite: dune yeo

total posts made: 22

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JJONGTOBER

most popular: one day at a time san

my favorite: jjong according to the tags birthday post!

total posts made: 12

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HONGVEMBER

most popular: hong according to the tags birthday post!

my favorite: also hong according to the tags birthday post!

total posts made: 10

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DECEMBER

most popular: hong smirking and giggling

my favorite: halazia yeo comp set

total posts made: 20

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i hope that 2024 brings a lot of new opportunities for me. i'll be graduating from uni in this spring and will hopefully obtain a Big Girl Job. thanks for sticking with me, jonghomies. have a happy new year!

-- anne 🍎🐻

[onigirio]

I might as well beg you to make a series of headcanons of Percy and Sunny please. I’m invested now 😭what about them going on a quest??

a/n: this is not my best work! you wanted headcanons but this is some kind of hc-one shot hybrid😭 i still hope you enjoy <3

with a lot of struggle

you FINALLY finished your school year

the bell had barely rung and you were already dashing out of the school

your mom was waiting in the parking lot with your camp bags

“am i still picking up percy?” “no that loser went early”

you were still a bit salty about it

you made a playlist for the car ride

party of one </3

now your mom was gonna berate you for your report card

after a bit of driving (and a lot of back and forth between you and your mom)

you finally got to camp!!!

you had barely managed to drag yourself across the threshold of camp before you heard a familiar voice

“SUNNY’S HERE” will yelled

as much as he annoyed you, will was like your little brother

you care about him a lot, and he’s always gonna be your number one

percy is still a little salty about that

SPEAKING OF PERCY

you can barely greet him before he’s tackling you with a hug and peppering your face with kisses

this is not a surprise for campers since percy has been counting the hours until you would be at camp

“only 76 more hours” “until what?” “until i can hug sunny again”

poor boy missed you so much

he went to your spring show, and that was the last time he saw you before he was called to camp

that was about 3 weeks ago

as much as you called on IM, you missed him a lot

but now you’re back at camp together!

he helps you with your bags and he’s extra careful with your guitar

“PRECIOUS CARGO COMING THROUGH!”

you can’t tell if he’s talking about you or the guitar

when the stoll twins almost set your hair alight with a flaming arrow

you realize he’s talking about you

“sorry sun-“ “WATCH IT”

percy has made you into a minor camp celebrity

except for during capture the flag

when you guys are on opposite teams? GOOD LUCK

you’re always on defense because you have a little bit of foresight

you can’t see that far into the future, but you have a sort of spidey sense

your sunny sense

so you’re always left around the flag for good measure

no matter what, percy has never been able to capture the flag when you’re on guard

“percy coming in at 3 o’clock” “what?” “bro just trust me”

they shot and pinned percy to a tree

sunny is never wrong

you have a tally going for how many times you’ve shot at percy

it’s a lot

games aside, you’re just happy to be back at camp

just peace and quiet

until chiron called you to his office

“i fear your father is in a bit of distress”

‘when is he not’ you thought to yourself

“his bow has mysteriously gone missing”

ah, that explains it

long story short, you’re going on a wild goose chase

a wild bow chase if you will

it was last seen in brooklyn, and your father wants you to find it

bye bye peaceful summer

either way, you’re leaving the next day

you’ve only been at camp for like a week

quests were never your forte

people usually ask you to go because of your foresight

you mostly say no, because of personal reasons

things like medication, sensory issues, etc

but it seems like your dad had other plans

percy was waiting for you outside the big house

“what’s up?”

he was worried

you hate it when he worries

“i’m going on a quest for my dad” “when do you leave?” “tomorrow.”

then it was silent, and the two of you stood on the porch to the big house

“who are you taking” that was the question you dreaded

“i’m going alone”

percy then followed you as you walked back towards your cabin

the two of you sat on the floor of your cabin getting a basic pack together

first aid, ambrosia and nectar, snacks etc

your bow turned into a little charm on your bracelet for easy transport

sometimes your dad was useful

only sometimes though

carrying arrows around would be a problem though

hopefully you don’t get arrested

the afternoon continued as normal

dinner was great as always, and the campfire was bittersweet

percy always had his hand in yours

poor boy is worried

then the morning came

you were making your rounds, saying goodbyes and giving hugs and that’s when you realized

percy hadn’t come to say goodbye

your heart ached a little, because you needed a little boost from your boyfriend

so you got in the van

putting your bag and quiver on the ground

“ow”

car floors do not talk

and if they did, they definitely did not sound like percy jackson

you looked down, and sure enough your boyfriend was there in the signature orange chb tee and a goofy smile on his face

“so i know you said-“

he was immediately shut up by your lips on his

“you’re an idiot”

“i’m your idiot”

you pretended to be mad

but you were actually really happy he was with you

because you were extremely anxious

percy doesn’t force you to talk

you both just hold each other until you’re comfy

sooner or later you were in brooklyn

the last place the bow was seen

that was helpful!

except you didn’t even know where to start

because brooklyn is very big

make it worse? you don’t know what the bow looked like

you could really use a little hint from the guy right now

how do you even find a lost bow

is there like a lost and found for greek artifacts

if yes, was it in brooklyn

if no, it was a brilliant business idea

you were so nervous you didn’t even notice your speed walking

by the time percy turned to talk to you, you had already walked a good distance away from him

(you made sure to apologize after he caught up)

your boyfriend understands the stress that comes with quests

especially ones surrounding retrieving an item

so he holds your hand and helps you stay calm on your little search and rescue mission

with little to no progress, your first day ended quite peacefully

now you were just broke teens wandering the streets looking for shelter

“we could just sneak into someone’s house” “we are not breaking and entering percy”

hotels in brooklyn were expensive

at least more than the pocket money your mom gave you

lowkey you just wanted to go home to your comfy sheets and cuddle with percy

damn the gods and their carelessness

“psst!! you there!!”

you turned to see some guy wearing sunglasses at a cafe table

he looked oddly familiar

mostly because you see the same face every time you walk into your cabin back at camp

“oh, dad” “sunny wait- that’s HIM?”

percy seemed to be the only one out of the loop

you found it kinda funny

like you see apollo in your dreams a lot

your own lil gossip sesh in your head

sunny fave kid (not that you’d ever tell your siblings)

obvi you sit next to him and start chatting

percy was there like “🧍🏼‍♂️”

“so then i assume this is the boyfriend”

you nodded and apollo did a once over

“ig love really is blind…”

cue confused noises from percy

papa apollo just wants the best for you

and he did not think the son of poseidon was the one

“i thought we had a quest to do”

another side eye from apollo

“who is WE?”

let’s cut to the chase

“i last remember having it somewhere in a park, now i find it”

clearly the forgetfulness was genetic

“okay but how do we find it” “you should be able to feel it”

so now you were going off of vibes

like find my iphone for your dad

why couldn’t he do it? gods know

he has a chariot to drive for gods sake

knowing that you were a human bow tracker, you and percy left to continue your search

your dad gave you some money (dollars and drachmas) as an apology for making you find his bow

he gave percy a side eye over the rim of his sunglasses before disappearing

with a newfound determination (and milkshakes), you took the quest head on

you two found yourselves in an overgrown park secluded from the rest of the city

the foliage was so overgrown percy had to chop his way through it

the lamps didn’t work so you two were feeling around for a while

it was a struggle to get there, but it was worth it

because apollo was right

you felt the energy of his bow

“sunny you’re glowing” “percy now is not the time for flirting” “no- you’re glowing!”

you looked down and he was right

you were glowing just the faintest bit

it’s like a game of hot and cold

you were just walking around and comparing the strength of the energy you felt to the brightness of your glow

you almost jumped when you weeded through a bush and saw the bow almost immediately

you went to grab it, but something felt wrong

this quest was a bit too peaceful

“is everything okay? let’s just grab it and find your dad-“

percy was cut off by you tackling him to the ground

he was confused, but then he saw it

the minotaur standing a few feet from the bow

percy barely noticed

but sunny sense is never wrong

this was not percy’s first rodeo

but it was basically yours

you were never on quests, so random monster encounters were new to you

he didn’t miss the way your shoulders quivered slightly

percy just wanted you to make it out okay

he would make sure of it

so you got off of him and pulled out your bow

he uncapped riptide and you two were ready to go

“i’ll distract it, you go in for the bow” you suggested

“no let me distract it, you’re faster than me” he retorted

it went back and forth like that even when the minotaur noticed you

you heard a menacing growl and immediately ceased your argument

like clockwork you guys bolted in opposite directions, and to your relief, mr minotaur chose to follow percy

meaning you were on bow rescue duty

so you had to be sneaky

but it’s hard to be sneaky when you’re glowing like a dollar store disco ball

you would move an inch before the minotaur would turn a little bit

percy would then stab at it as a distraction

this high stakes red light green light went on for a bit

until you FINALLY got your hands on apollo’s bow

and just on time it seems, because your foresight was tingling

you turned around and placed an arrow onto the bowstring, pulling back

“hey! oversized cow!”

the minotaur was seconds away from disarming percy

it turned to face you, and all the confidence you once felt drained from your body

your face paled and the bow almost fell from your hands

without warning, the minotaur dashed at you

you braced for impact, the last thing you heard being percy’s worried exclamations

but the impact never came

you opened your eyes and saw a geometric dome of light surrounding you

this was not on your bucket list

the minotaur wobbled around, clearly dazed

percy once again, stood confused

you shrugged, mirroring his expression

pulling back, you shot the arrow straight into its forehead

you picked up the horn that remained after the corpse withered to dust

“now we match”

however percy did not match your excitement

“how did you do that”

your hands still had a residual glow from the energy

honestly you were too tired to care

you wanted to say something, but your vision turned black before you could even mutter a sentence

the last thing you heard was a panicked percy yelling your name

then it was black

no visions, no visits from your dad, just pure darkness and silence

it felt somewhat peaceful

you liked it

until a bright light started splitting the inky abyss

and your head started pounding like crazy

sitting up and looking around, you realized you were back in the infirmary

and when attempting to move your hand, you were only met with a vice grip

in your lap, slept a messy mop of dark brown hair

said mop began to wake up when you yanked his arm

at first he was annoyed

then he realized

and squeezed the living daylights out of you

and you both sat there for what felt like hours, but was really only minutes

until will solace came in and kicked percy out so he could make sure you were okay

you got away with a few scratches, but when you passed out apparently you hurt your shoulder too

meaning you were off the shooting range for a little while

you almost cried

bandaged and sore to the bone, you walked out of the infirmary

“sunny!”

you turned your head before being tackled into another bear hugging

“ow ow ow percy my shoulder my shoULDER”

he apologized and opted to hold your hand instead

you asked him what happened when you passed out

percy told will, and apparently being around so much solar energy from the bow awakened some kind of heliokinesis

“it’s kinda useless if you pass out every time you use it”

he got a punch on the shoulder for that one

“and the bow?” “oh your dad came and took it a little while after you passed out, he gave you a ride home”

you paused

wait a second

“only me?”

“i got a taxi”

you almost died of laughter

of course you apologized for your dad and gave percy the biggest kiss

he begrudgingly accepted as long as you two go questing together more

after that? you think you can handle a few more quests

“next we go to tartarus” “okay that’s enough out of you”

<3