#sparkle cursor

[vinnybox]

Do you think you could paste the code you have for the sparkle cursor on your blog in an answer ( maybe to this )? The website you linked for it some time back has unfortunately been removed, and now everything's all messed up and it's hard to find :sad:

I did what I can :o !

Otherwise I found this other site with sparkle cursor code but you'd have to change the color yourself. Just change the Random in the script to the desired color code or color name

Code below cut

<script type="text/javascript">

// <![CDATA[

var colour="random"; // in addition to "random" can be set to any valid colour eg "#f0f" or "red"

var sparkles=50;

/****************************

*  Tinkerbell Magic Sparkle *

*(c)2005-13 mf2fm web-design*

*  http://www.mf2fm.com/rv  *

* DON'T EDIT BELOW THIS BOX *

****************************/

var x=ox=400;

var y=oy=300;

var swide=800;

var shigh=600;

var sleft=sdown=0;

var tiny=new Array();

var star=new Array();

var starv=new Array();

var starx=new Array();

var stary=new Array();

var tinyx=new Array();

var tinyy=new Array();

var tinyv=new Array();

window.onload=function() { if (document.getElementById) {

  var i, rats, rlef, rdow;

  for (var i=0; i<sparkles; i++) {

var rats=createDiv(3, 3);

rats.style.visibility="hidden";

rats.style.zIndex="999";

document.body.appendChild(tiny[i]=rats);

starv[i]=0;

tinyv[i]=0;

var rats=createDiv(5, 5);

rats.style.backgroundColor="transparent";

rats.style.visibility="hidden";

rats.style.zIndex="999";

var rlef=createDiv(1, 5);

var rdow=createDiv(5, 1);

rats.appendChild(rlef);

rats.appendChild(rdow);

rlef.style.top="2px";

rlef.style.left="0px";

rdow.style.top="0px";

rdow.style.left="2px";

document.body.appendChild(star[i]=rats);

  }

  set_width();

  sparkle();

}}

function sparkle() {

  var c;

  if (Math.abs(x-ox)>1 || Math.abs(y-oy)>1) {

ox=x;

oy=y;

for (c=0; c<sparkles; c++) if (!starv[c]) {

   star[c].style.left=(starx[c]=x)+"px";

   star[c].style.top=(stary[c]=y+1)+"px";

   star[c].style.clip="rect(0px, 5px, 5px, 0px)";

   star[c].childNodes[0].style.backgroundColor=star[c].childNodes[1].style.backgroundColor=(colour=="random")?newColour():colour;

   star[c].style.visibility="visible";

   starv[c]=50;

   break;

}

  }

  for (c=0; c<sparkles; c++) {

if (starv[c]) update_star(c);

if (tinyv[c]) update_tiny(c);

  }

  setTimeout("sparkle()", 40);

}

function update_star(i) {

  if (--starv[i]==25) star[i].style.clip="rect(1px, 4px, 4px, 1px)";

  if (starv[i]) {

stary[i]+=1+Math.random()*3;

starx[i]+=(i%5-2)/5;

if (stary[i]<shigh+sdown) {

   star[i].style.top=stary[i]+"px";

   star[i].style.left=starx[i]+"px";

}

else {

   star[i].style.visibility="hidden";

   starv[i]=0;

   return;

}

  }

  else {

tinyv[i]=50;

tiny[i].style.top=(tinyy[i]=stary[i])+"px";

tiny[i].style.left=(tinyx[i]=starx[i])+"px";

tiny[i].style.width="2px";

tiny[i].style.height="2px";

tiny[i].style.backgroundColor=star[i].childNodes[0].style.backgroundColor;

star[i].style.visibility="hidden";

tiny[i].style.visibility="visible"

  }

}

function update_tiny(i) {

  if (--tinyv[i]==25) {

tiny[i].style.width="1px";

tiny[i].style.height="1px";

  }

  if (tinyv[i]) {

tinyy[i]+=1+Math.random()*3;

tinyx[i]+=(i%5-2)/5;

if (tinyy[i]<shigh+sdown) {

   tiny[i].style.top=tinyy[i]+"px";

   tiny[i].style.left=tinyx[i]+"px";

}

else {

   tiny[i].style.visibility="hidden";

   tinyv[i]=0;

   return;

}

  }

  else tiny[i].style.visibility="hidden";

}

document.onmousemove=mouse;

function mouse(e) {

  if (e) {

y=e.pageY;

x=e.pageX;

  }

  else {

set_scroll();

y=event.y+sdown;

x=event.x+sleft;

  }

}

window.onscroll=set_scroll;

function set_scroll() {

  if (typeof(self.pageYOffset)=='number') {

sdown=self.pageYOffset;

sleft=self.pageXOffset;

  }

  else if (document.body && (document.body.scrollTop || document.body.scrollLeft)) {

sdown=document.body.scrollTop;

sleft=document.body.scrollLeft;

  }

  else if (document.documentElement && (document.documentElement.scrollTop || document.documentElement.scrollLeft)) {

sleft=document.documentElement.scrollLeft;

sdown=document.documentElement.scrollTop;

  }

  else {

sdown=0;

sleft=0;

  }

}

window.onresize=set_width;

function set_width() {

  var sw_min=999999;

  var sh_min=999999;

  if (document.documentElement && document.documentElement.clientWidth) {

if (document.documentElement.clientWidth>0) sw_min=document.documentElement.clientWidth;

if (document.documentElement.clientHeight>0) sh_min=document.documentElement.clientHeight;

  }

  if (typeof(self.innerWidth)=='number' && self.innerWidth) {

if (self.innerWidth>0 && self.innerWidth<sw_min) sw_min=self.innerWidth;

if (self.innerHeight>0 && self.innerHeight<sh_min) sh_min=self.innerHeight;

  }

  if (document.body.clientWidth) {

if (document.body.clientWidth>0 && document.body.clientWidth<sw_min) sw_min=document.body.clientWidth;

if (document.body.clientHeight>0 && document.body.clientHeight<sh_min) sh_min=document.body.clientHeight;

  }

  if (sw_min==999999 || sh_min==999999) {

sw_min=800;

sh_min=600;

  }

  swide=sw_min;

  shigh=sh_min;

}

function createDiv(height, width) {

  var div=document.createElement("div");

  div.style.position="absolute";

  div.style.height=height+"px";

  div.style.width=width+"px";

  div.style.overflow="hidden";

  return (div);

}

function newColour() {

  var c=new Array();

  c[0]=255;

  c[1]=Math.floor(Math.random()*256);

  c[2]=Math.floor(Math.random()*(256-c[1]/2));

  c.sort(function(){return (0.5 - Math.random());});

  return ("rgb("+c[0]+", "+c[1]+", "+c[2]+")");

}

// ]]>

</script>

[themoondkid]

MY NEW BLOG LOOK🌙

EEEKK! I cannot hide my excitement about this, because this is the coolest and most fun thing I've discovered about Tumblr as a newbie still. I have enjoyed myself customizing it, reading about how everything works, what widgets can you attached to your web. Like what?! I love how you can make it your own.

I spent a good amount of time looking at the html codes and wow... THAT is something difficult. I'm still trying to figure out the basics because it's so satisfying to me, but props to the themes, makers. You guys are so talented.

Now let's go through my blog...

✨TUMBLR THEME✨

This Pixelution theme by yeoli-thm is honestly perfect. I was browsing through the internet trying to find the best theme for me and this one touched my vision the closest. Tbf there are tons of beautiful themes. Here are some sites I've browsed through:

https://themes-collection.tumblr.com/

https://themes-resource.tumblr.com/

https://bychloethemes.tumblr.com/tagged/theme%20rec

As my username is themoonkid I wanted to stay in the cosmic feel. I picked this stars & moons picture from pinterest and just worked with the colours around it. My image shape represents the full moon as well, just saying.🤭

There's a little taylor easter egg with the sidebar image text - meet me at midnight. I'm not gonna lie, now I want to post my stuff at midnight (CET) just because of it, but I don't how I would do it if I had more than one post to post as I don't want to post them at the same time. So this thought is still in the process.

✨MUSIC BOX✨

You may already know I love music, so this music player is chefs kiss. All credits to glennthemes. They have other music players and widgets, they do themes and pages. All with instructions!!

Here's the one I have - https://glenthemes.tumblr.com/post/182383802314/music-player03

Of course I had to rename the music box to something taylor related. Other names I had in mind were:

our songs

my time, my music, my spirit, my trust

'tis the damn playlist

it's nice to play some songs

karma is my playlist

But ultimately went with The Anti-hero line����

✨MOUSE CURSOR✨

And last but not least, my sparkling cursor. Here's everything you need to know about the sparkles, just follow the steps - https://mf2fm.com/rv/dhtmltinkerbell.php/

If you need help with anything I linked, you can message me, I'll try my best to help you.

That's it for now. I'm sure I will make some small changes in the next few weeks, but everything I mentioned is cemented and it's staying.

[mossolantern]

hehe i learned how to add the sparkle mouse particle thing to one of my blogs

[rychardrider]

my blog theme i commissioned a few days ago

[adlibitur]

doing any computer science courses has my brain right back to coding neopets and tumblr pages

[spark1edog]

also i’ve been in a hole for the last few days making two (2) neocities sites

[vampire-fanboy]

FUUUUUUUCKKK YESSSSSS LETS FUCKING GO GAMERS I FIGURED OUT THE GODDAMN CODE WOOHOO!!!

i'm so use to editing html and such within custom codes that i forgot with custom tumblr codes you dont Need to go into the html (for the most part)

so lets fucking GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

with that being said, hi guys! new theme! i dont think i'd be changing from this either anytime soon :o] i rlly like how this looks its so stunning and catches a great myspace feel just like i love

[xumoonhao]

oh btw i cant remember if i mentioned this when i was trying to find out whether animated cursors work or not, but the ONLY browser they work on is fukcing internet explorer. like. cmon man wtf is that about TT like you mean to tell me in this our year of 2023 there is one (1) browser that will accept .gif files for cursors and it is INTERNET EXPLORER??? the glitchiest, laggiest, most annoying browser known to the internet and yet its the only one to have such a feature like....naur..........

[mochalaxy]

Pssst...

Hello dearest ISATer.... Tell me... Have you ever wanted to use Loop's shiny face as a cursor...?

...

UH. you haven't? WELL UHM. FEAR NOT UH!!! For I have... Just the thing for you....

I present to you....

�� THE ISAT CURSOR SET!! ✧

Made by yours truly (Sparkle!!), I am publishing FOR FREE the ISAT cursor set!!!

They have each been made individually by myself, using RealWorld Cursor Editor (it's free btw!! you should make your own cursors too!! :D) I have been having a LOT of fun coming up with those- In fact, I may come up with more and keep updating the drive as I get more ideas!! YOU can even send ME suggestions!! Keep in mind they'll stay suggestions and it isn't guaranteed that I'll ever turn your ideas into cursors. But if you have ideas please send them!!! The best outcome would be a new cursor! The worst outcome would be... nothing. GIGGLES!!

HUZZAH!!! Cursors be upon ye!!!

And as a final note. It isn't an obligation of any sort, but it'd mean a lot to me if you could donate to my ko-fi, as a token of appreciation~!!

And even if you don't donate, either because you can't or simply won't (nothing wrong with just not wanting to, teehee), it still means the world to me if you'd just simply use my cursors. Thank you truly. <3

NOW HAVE FUN!!! HAVE FUN WITH THOSE SILLY CURSORS!!! USE THEM!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[mister0ctopus]

Server Room (4)

series - jeon jungkook

Pairings: IT!JK x Reader

Summary:  Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?

Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents

Au/Genre: Office au, Mini Series

Word Count: 4.4K

a/n: sorry for the delay, ive been feeling meh these past few weeks. i couldnt do anything, but i got out of the house yesterday and it was great 😌

🐙 Masterlist / AskMe?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 5, Part 6

“We haven’t seen you in a while!"

Taehyung announces, his full voice cutting through your frantic typing. “This project is keeping you from us,”

You swivel in your chair, blinking as you return to the real world, and you see Taehyung pouting and Jimin, holding out a cup of coffee like an angel of mercy.

"Your boss is always giving you hard projects with tight deadlines!" Jimin states, as he hands you the coffee his irritation seeping through the smile.

“Thanks,” you mouthed. One sip of the caffeine reminded you  that you’d been glued to this chair since morning with no breaks. Your legs probably forgot how to walk.

"Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying! She’s either obsessed with you or trying to kill you," Taehyung chimes in, crossing his arms. “Or both. She doesn’t do this to anyone else on your team. Tell me this is your villain arc.”

You sigh as you stretch your back. "I’m the only senior left in the team, okay? After Mr. Tan resigned, all his VIP clients became mine. I don’t really have a choice."

"You need a break," Taehyung declared. "Let’s try that new place across the street for lunch. Jungkook says they serve the best Mexican food."

Ah, Jungkook.

The name pulls at something in your chest. You cleared your throat.

"Since when are you into Mexican food? You don't like spicy.”

He grins, unbothered. "I can skip the hot sauce. But Jungkook says it’s legit, and he doesn’t lie about food."

"Seems like you’re becoming besties with him," you say, keeping your voice casual.

"Oh, he’s great! Always chill, fun to be around. Knows all the best spots for food!” He turns to Jimin for validation, and they high-five.

"I think I’ll pass," you said, taking a sip of the coffee. "I really need to finish this today. You guys go and let me know if it’s worth the hype."

Jimin frowns, his eye smile turning into a pout. "You sure? You’ve been working non-stop. It’s not healthy, YN. Take a break!"

You glance at the screen, the cursor blinking like it’s mocking you.

"I promise,” you replied, your voice softer. “I will," knowing full well that you wouldn’t.

You decided to take your lunch later than everyone else, choosing the quiet solitude of the office cafeteria at off-peak hours. Ordering something light, you sat in a corner, hoping to catch a moment of peace.

But peace? Lol.

Staring blankly at your mug, you tried to turn your brain off, but the week’s events replayed on a loop—meetings, deadlines, late nights. And, of course, the project. Your golden ticket to the promotion you’d been breaking your back for.

You were halfway through your sandwich when muffled giggles from the table next to you pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. Curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced over, only to see a group of girls from HR, eyes sparkling with admiration. Following their line of sight, you landed on him.

Jungkook.

Effortlessly charming as usual, chatting with a girl from Marketing. His raven hair styled to show his forehead. His smile was so easy and disarming it could probably convince a cat to take a bath.

Fuck. Why was he getting hotter?

You hadn’t seen him since the night he dropped you off a few days ago, your entire interaction limited to his car radio and your yawns. You’d been so exhausted you didn’t even have time to process his stupidly perfect profile in the dim glow of his dashboard, and his glances here and there.

The girl laughed, leaning in closer, completely captivated.

Yeah, girl. I get it.

You got it. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t just attractive, he had that rare ability to make everyone around him feel seen, like they mattered.

He had helped you many times, and you couldn’t deny that he made you feel important.

You rolled your eyes, biting back a scoff. "Lunch with my friends, now wooing the entire company.”

Of course, because the universe has a sense of humor, his gaze flicked in your direction.

Caught!

You panicked and snapped your attention back to your table, hyper-focusing on the crumbs scattered across your plate.

Back to work, you reminded yourself. Stop dilly-dallying. Deadlines don’t meet themselves.

Without sparing another glance, you stood, your chair scraping lightly against the tile floor. With purposeful steps, you left the cafeteria, your focus already shifting back to the mountain of tasks waiting at your desk.

Hours later, your phone buzzed, pulling you out of the depths of your typing. The buzzing continued, and when it started to feel too annoying, you finally checked to see what all the fuss was about.

You had been added to a group chat: CABIN IN THE LAKE.

Oh, right! The annual cabin trip. That chaotic tradition where you and the group rent the same cozy Airbnb cabin, always timed perfectly for a three-day weekend, thanks to the holiday on Monday.

It started as Jimin and Taehyung’s tradition. Best friends since college, they used to rally their old friend group for Tae’s birthday back when no one was married, living abroad, or caught up in other life changes. But life stole their original squad, leaving just the two of them clinging to their precious tradition.

Enter: the work friends.

First, there was Yoongi. No one knew how Jimin and Taehyung managed to convince him to join. He initially declined, calling it a hassle, but then showed up ridiculously early on the day they were set to leave. Next came Allie, the organizational queen who meticulously planned everything down to the last detail on Excel sheets. And finally, there was you—the corporate masochist roped in because, apparently, you 'needed a break.' They weren’t wrong, of course.

Now, three years later, it had become your thing.

Allie: 📢 Attention: Our annual cabin escape kicks off this weekend. Prepare yourselves, pack early, and leave the burdens of work behind. NO work allowed at the cabin. @ YN, I’m talking to you. 👀 Jimin: If I see a laptop in there, I will literally throw it outside. Tae: no work on my birthday event please thank you! @ YN I’m talking to you 👀 Allie: @ YN, don’t ignore us! You: Calm down, lol. I’m literally finishing everything this week so I can relax with you all Jimin: finally, work-life balance 😀 You: 🙄 im trying my best to work-life-balance the shit out of this Tae: we invited Jungkook during lunch fyi Jungkook: yeaaahhhh👍 Allie: lets talk tomorrow what food to prepare when youre back from your vacation @ Yoongi Yoongi: 👍 Tae: I wish I had so many paid leaves that I could go on a trip after a fishing trip like Yoongi. Jimin: then stop using your PTOs for stupid shit! Yoongi: seen

The phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. Jimin rambling about work-life balance, Tae hyping Jungkook up for the trip, and Allie sending yet another reminder about what to pack. You muted the chat and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.

Cabin. Lake. Jungkook.

Before you could overthink spending a weekend with him outside of work, you put your attention back to your computer screen, pouring all your tension into the project.

The next day, as expected, you nailed the presentation. Of course, you did. Your boss was full of praise, and the VIP clients were very impressed with the discussion. Sometimes you wondered why you stressed so much, but deep down, you knew the answer. Being good wasn’t enough, you had to be great.

Your sense of self-worth was deeply tied to your accomplishments at work. Sad, but whatever.

You walked into the pantry after the presentation, on your way to another client meeting, when you see your friends, all huddled around.

Yoongi’s fresh off vacation, laughing with Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook. The energy in the room was light, the kind that made you want to linger, but…work. Ugh.

“Didn’t catch a thing!” Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.

“So why do you always go fishing with him?” Jimin asked, barely holding back a laugh.

“Eh, I didn’t want him to be alone,” Yoongi shrugged, crossing his arms. “Also, someone had to be there for his dad jokes.”

Jungkook groaned. “Man, I miss Jin’s dad jokes. They’re so awful, but it grew on me.”

“You say that now,” Yoongi said dryly, “but after two straight hours of ‘What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh,’ I was ready to jump in the lake myself.”

The group burst into laughter, and you found yourself laughing too. They spotted you lingering in the doorway.

“YN! Join us!” Yoongi called, waving you over.

You shook your head, holding up a hand. “I’m literally just passing by. I have a client meeting in like… right now.”

Jimin and Tae both dramatically groaned.

But before you left, you walked over to Yoongi and gave him a quick hug. “Missed you, though. Tell me more about your fishing trip later.”

“You know where to find me,” Yoongi replied with a smirk. “But it was mostly Jin and I sitting on a boat.”

“Sounds riveting,” you teased, waving everyone goodbye as the laughter resumed behind you.

You caught Jungkook’s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it.

The week went by fast, and everyone seemed excited, looking forward to the weekend trip.

After a three-hour drive in the early Saturday morning, you finally arrived at the cabin. The scent of firewood and cedar greeted you like a familiar friend.

The cabin was a perfect blend of modern and rustic charm. It ss a two story retreat with three cozy bedrooms, a spacious kitchen, and an inviting living room. Large windows shows off the breathtaking views of the lake, letting in an abundance of natural light that made the space feel even more open, serene.

The crisp air nipped at your cheeks, but the way the sun glinted off the lake beyond the porch made the chill comfortable.

Slowly, you could feel the tension from work beginning to melt away. This was exactly what you needed.

Everyone naturally fell into their roles without a single word exchanged. Allie and Yoongi immediately took over the kitchen, playing MasterChef, while Jimin and Taehyung turned the living room into an entertainment hub. As for you? Well, you were graciously tasked with giving Jungkook the grand tour—not that you minded… at all.

He trailed behind you, nodding intently as you showed him around. You almost sneered at his attentiveness, the way his eyes widened as if you were explaining something groundbreaking.

So, this is Yoongi’s room,” you said, stopping at the first door by the stairs. “You’ll be sharing with him.” You pushed the door open, staying just outside the hallway, revealing two double-sized beds and a massive window with a stunning view of the lake. Jungkook stepped inside, dropping both his and Yoongi’s bags with a quiet thud.

He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the view before shifting to the door across the hallway. Before he could ask, you preemptively pointed. “That’s Jimin’s and Tae’s room, and here,” you gestured to the door beside his, “that’s mine and Allie’s. Yoongi insisted on not being next to Jimin and Tae. Gods know what they’re up to at night, they make weird noises.”

Jungkook grunted in acknowledgment, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.

“Oh, by the way, each room has its own bathroom. That’s honestly why we keep coming back here. Aside from the lake and other stuff, of course.” You laughed, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. Just as you were about to show him the balcony at the end of the hall, someone downstairs shouted your name. Probably Jimin or Tae yelling about the cottage.

“Ah, the cottage by the lake!” you exclaimed, snapping your fingers. “It’s a great spot to chill. Or stargaze. We usually take dinners there or nap. It’s kind of our favorite spot,” you added with a grin, gesturing downstairs.

Jungkook mirrored your excitement with his signature scrunched-nose smile. Before you knew it, Tae and Jimin had joined in, whisking Jungkook away to show him around the cottage and the lake. The three of them looked like overgrown kids finally let loose on a playground.

Back in the kitchen, you joined Yoongi and Allie to finish cooking—though, most of it was already done. You ended up as a taste-tester. By the time everything was ready, the three boys had returned, eager to help set the table.

Lunch was a mix of chaos and calm, the former courtesy of Jimin, Tae, and Allie, while Yoongi’s steady presence, and your quiet nature balanced it all out. Jungkook, as the newest addition to your group, fit in seamlessly. Though he was closest to Yoongi, his easygoing nature made him click with Jimin and Tae almost instantly, their shared humor evident in their playful banter.

By the afternoon, everyone was sprawled in the cottage by the lake.

The cottage was a cozy wooden structure with a slightly weathered exterior, which added to the charm. It is surrounded by large windows , always kept open to let in the fresh breeze and the gentle sound of waves at the lake shore. It was warm and inviting inside, with soft lighting, and a wraparound porch showing panoramic views of the lake.

You and Allie lay on a mat, scrolling through your phones and occasionally showing each other funny memes or cute animal videos. Yoongi was settled in a chair with a glass of whiskey, reading something through his phone with the occasional hum of approval.

The three boys decided to swim in the lake, and you immediately began muttering prayers under your breath, for what, you weren’t entirely sure.

Maybe for divine intervention to stop Jungkook from being so infuriatingly distracting, or perhaps for the strength to keep your jaw from hitting the floor every time he emerged from the water.

He was wearing a black compression shirt that clung to him perfectly, revealing his colorful inked arm here, the outline of a toned torso there, and let’s not even get started on those thighs, perfectly framed by his black basketball shorts. Every time he strolled over to grab a snack from the picnic basket near you, you pretended to be deeply invested in your phone, eyebrows furrowed like you were decoding quantum physics. Anything to mask the heat creeping up your neck and the very inappropriate thoughts threatening to invade your peace and relaxation.

By evening, you all decided to eat dinner in the cottage, the vibe now tinged with the warmth of alcohol and laughter. The moonlight perfectly cascaded over the lake, its silver glow reflecting off the water and illuminating the cottage like a serene painting. The soft glow of lamps inside added to the ambiance, making everything about the place perfect.

Everyone seemed louder now, the alcohol buzz turning the cozy cottage into a chaotic, laughter-filled arena. Tae and Jimin were wrestling on the floor, mimicking exaggerated WWE moves that made Allie’s contagious laugh echo throughout the space. Yoongi, now a little chatty and loud, had taken on the role of their coach, shouting absurd instructions.

“Chokehold, Tae! No, no, Jimin, counter with the sleeper hold!” Yoongi barked, his face uncharacteristically animated as if he was controlling two game characters.

You watched Jungkook laugh at their antics, his bunny teeth flashing as he swatted away Jimin and Tae’s attempts to drag him into their chaos. But when the two of them finally lunged at him, intent on overpowering him, Jungkook barely even flinched. With a fluid, almost effortless motion, he sent both of them sprawling back onto the couch like they weighed nothing more than throw pillows.

Jungkook is strong.

You don’t know what to do with this information.

It wasn’t the strength itself that caught you off guard, you knew Jungkook worked out, but watching him do it with such ease felt almost... dangerous. You wonder how those strong hands gripping your thighs, pinning you against the wall, as he pounds—nope. Nope.

Stop right there you horny bitch.

You gulped down the flavored beer in your hand, the cool liquid doing little to douse the heat crawling up your neck.

“Thirsty much?” Allie teased, nudging you with a smirk as she caught your flustered state.

“I—yeah,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the chaos.

Jungkook’s laugh broke through your spiraling thoughts again, and you stole a quick glance at him. Thankfully, he seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you, just being his playful self, swatting Jimin away like an annoying fly.

You feel the heat building in your core becoming more and more unbearable. You press your legs to try to soothe the feeling but it’s clear that you need more. You need a cold splash of water on your face, or better yet, a shower.

Standing abruptly, you excuse yourself for a 'bathroom break.' Your friends barely glance up, offering quick nods before returning to the chaos around them.

Chaos.

This chaos is the perfect cover for Jungkook.

Ever since he met you, there hasn’t been a single day he hasn’t felt like he’s stuck in his own personal hell.

He’s been avoiding looking at you for far too long, for obvious reasons.

The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. Now that he’s close to you and your friends, he’s doing everything to keep it together, to not let anyone, especially Yoongi, catch on. Yoongi’s too observant, and Jungkook’s painfully aware of that. He’s not ready to talk about whatever is going on with him. Or whatever it is he's feeling towards you.

But that moment in the Server Room? He feels a gnawing guilt in his gut, the worry that he made you uncomfortable. He hasn’t heard a word from you about it, though. Didn’t give any hint that something was off. You would’ve said something if you were uncomfortable, right?

You, with your cold, uptight air, focused only on deadlines. You wouldn’t let him get close if you weren’t okay with him. You’d cut him right away if he crossed a line, right?

Was he imagining you there? Maybe you didn’t actually see him. Maybe you weren't actually in the Server Room. He was probably hallucinating in desire. He’s not sure anymore.

But damn, you don’t make it easy.

Earlier, when you were lying on the mat with Ally, your shorts slipping up just enough to flash him a taste of your soft skin, he nearly choked on his drink.  And now, sitting across the cottage from you, your short dress riding up as you adjust your position, the soft glow of your skin under the dim light…

Fuck.

He wonders how your skin would feel beneath his hands… how it would feel if he buried himself in you.

Focusing on Jimin and Taehyung provides some distraction, though the temptation to steal another glance at you lingers like a ghost. Thankfully, no one seems sober enough to notice his wandering eyes, or the way his shorts have grown uncomfortably tight.

You, oblivious to the war raging in his head, excuse yourself with a quick smile at Allie before heading to the cabin.

Thank God.

Finally, Jungkook lets out a deep breath and forces himself to join the conversation.

But just as he thinks he’s getting a break, Yoongi’s voice cuts through. “Jungkook, can you grab the portable speaker I told you to bring?”

“Yeah, I’ll get it.” Jungkook stands up without a second thought, almost like it’s automatic when someone older asks, barely processing Yoongi’s other questions as he heads to the cabin.

You step into the bathroom, stripping your clothes as you go. Your damp panties are a clear evidence of your need, and you groan in frustration. With a shaky breath, you turn on the shower, hoping the cold water will wash away the tension building inside you. But as the droplets hit your skin, they do little to distinguish the fire within.

It hasn’t even been a day in this cabin, and Jungkook is already a problem.

Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been with anyone, or perhaps the close proximity is making you hyper aware of him. Maybe it’s the memory of him, lost in his own pleasure in the Server Room, fingers working his body while thoughts of you flickered through his mind. The image awakens something in you. Was it just one-time thing? What did he picture you to be while he touched himself?

You pull yourself out of your thoughts, allowing the shower to wash away your lingering filthy desires.

After the quick shower, you step out, wrapping yourself in a towel. But you’re still burning up.

Sighing in frustration, you sit on the bed and brush through your damp hair, but it's still too wet… so you pat it dry. As you glance into the mirror, your reflection catches your eye. The soft, golden light from the lamp casts a warm glow on your skin, drawing your attention, and for a moment you're entranced by your subtle radiance.

You trail your fingers over your arms, your collarbone, down to your chest. Your nipples harden under your touch, and you groan softly. The cabin is alive with distant laughter from the cottage, your friends blissfully oblivious to your desperation.

The craving intensifies, and without thinking, your hands drift lower, over your stomach, to your thighs. Your legs part instinctively, your fingers finding the slick heat between your folds. You press against your clit, your breath hitching at the electric shock that runs through your body.

You imagine Jungkook’s hands there instead. The way he would touch you, soft and rough. The way he would devour you, make you beg for more.

You picture him. His body, his hands, his mouth—all of it.

As your fingers slide inside, you bite your lip, your body shuddering with need. You pump in and out, the friction building, but it’s not enough. You groan in frustration, you need more.

You need something bigger, harder. You need him.

Your eyes lock onto the round brush on the side, its dark wooden handle glistening in the dim light. Something primal snaps within you. Without a second thought, you grab it, your fingers curling around the bristles as you lift it to your lips. The thick, rounded handle presses against your mouth, and you drag your tongue over it, coating it with your spit.

Your heart races as you slide the handle down your body. Lifting yourself off the bed just enough, you position it at your entrance, the anticipation making your thighs tremble. Slowly, deliberately, you lower yourself onto it, gasping as it stretches you open. Your eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching every inch of the handle disappear inside you.

The sight alone makes your body shiver in need, and soon you can’t hold back. Your hips move instinctively, a slow grind that quickly builds into something desperate. You ride it hard, fast, the rhythm of your movements echoing through the creaks in the room. Each thrust draws a whimper from your lips as your imagine Jungkook beneath you, his strong hands gripping your hips, his dark eyes blazing as you grind against him. The way he’d look at you, the way he would sound as he moans your name, needy and breathy, like how he did in the Server Room.

The creak of the bed grows louder, and in your mind, it’s because of him—pounding into you relentlessly, the headboard slamming against the wall, his deep groans mixing with your cries. How he’d ruin you completely, leaving no part of you untouched.

Your hand remains between your legs, circling and flicking your clit in time with the thrusts. The tension builds and builds, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And when you finally let go, when your orgasm crashes over you, it’s intense—like a pressure valve bursting open. You cry out his name, repeating it as your body trembles, your vision blurring as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

The moment Jungkook opens the door to his room, right next to yours, his gaze immediately lands on the portable speaker that Yoongi had asked him for, resting casually on the table alongside his other things. He walks toward it absentmindedly, his mind spinning in circles, thoughts tangled and restless.

How could he speak to you alone without feeling like his throat is closing in, without that damn knot of nerves tightening in his chest?

For fuck's sake, he’s not some shy guy. Maybe reserved at first, but shy? No. Not anymore. So why the hell does it feel like your gaze alone could drop him to his knees? He will do whatever you tell him—crawl, bark, beg. Whatever you wanted. No hesita—

"Fuck, Jungkook..." A moan. So soft, so faint, it feels like his mind is playing tricks on him.

And then another moan, but this time incoherent, then a soft creak, followed by the rhythmic sound of a bed moving.

His body goes rigid, every nerve on high alert. You’re in there. Alone. What the hell is going on?

He moves toward the wall separating you from him, pressing his ear against it, desperate to hear more of you.

Another moan, louder this time, long and dripping with need.

His breath stutters, pulse hammering in his ears. The muscles in his jaw tighten, his cock twitching involuntarily. The sound of you—fuck. That’s how you sound? Beautiful. Perfect. Needy. And shit… you’re thinking of him? Fucking yourself, imagining him? He’s losing his mind.

His shorts feel suddenly painfully tight. His hands tremble, fumbling at his waistband, pulling the thing that’s aching to be freed out of both pants and boxers in one desperate motion.

The moans and soft whimpers continue and it’s too much. He grips his cock, the hard length throbbing in his hand as he starts to pump. His strokes grow frantic, desperate, matching the steady pulse of the bed as it rocks with your need.  His mind floods with images of you—your fucked out face, wet lips parted in pleasure, the way your body arches, shivering beneath him, trembling with each of his movements. He imagines your nails dragging down his back, marking him, claiming him as his own. The sound of his name on your lips again and again, each breath getting closer to his ear, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, tighter.

When you cry out his name again, he can’t take it anymore, he bursts. His release hits him hard, his body shuddering as he spills his hot white cum into his hand, and some of it staining the walls.

He stood frozen—breathless, trembling, overwhelmed by the weight of a realization.

You, an actress.

Behind the mask of ambition, beneath the cold exterior of reservation and control, lies a desperate, hidden need.

You had begged for it in silence.

He would make sure you screamed for it out loud.

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[6okuto-moved]

🧺 #1 “please? i can’t sleep without you.” with osamu for @etoiile from my fruits basket :D

warning: fem!reader is called "princess" once

“yer still down here?”

osamu’s groggy voice jolts you from a daze. it’s past midnight, you’re sure as you turn to look at him standing at the bottom of the stairs. despite the drowsiness kicking in, you try to shoot him a smile. “sorry, samu. i’m almost done, i promise.”

he hums and makes his way to your desk, grey slippers that match your own padding against the wooden tiles. you note the pitch black he walked through to get to the study. “do i haveta stop you from overworkin’ again?”

“i’m not overworking.”

“sweetheart,” he warns with a sickeningly sweet mumble to your temple—one you hate, one he always uses when you’re at your weakest and he knows his win is inevitable—followed close by arms wrapping around your middle. 

“i’m not, i’m just–” you huff defiantly anyway, but the black size 12 letters start to bleed and blur on your screen, and you have to rub your eyes before looking at him. “i’ll be in bed soon.”

“soon as in now?”

“samu.”

“hon.”

his fingers make a slow path beneath your shirt, a gentle hand landing on your stomach. he takes a deep breath, and warm air fans across your skin as he mumbles again, “please? i can’t sleep without ya.”

the text cursor blinks at you—faster than your own have been for the past 5 minutes—as he wets his lips and presses against you.

“...damn you, osamu miya.”

osamu’s act falls as fast as it came, his pout morphing into a smirk as he chuckles and nips at your neck. “is that how you wanna talk t’your sleepy, doting husband?”

“oh shut up, i’ll go brush my teeth.”

“yeah?” he tilts his head and smirks. “need me to carry ya, my tired princess?”

“no, i do not, thank you.” you roll your eyes as you turn off the monitor and stand up.

“m’kay, i’ll still come with you.”

you snort, trying and failing to suppress a smile, “wow, so needy tonight.”

“needy?” he pinches your cheek as you turn off the monitor and stand up (and breathes a laugh when you whine his name). “more like i need t’make sure y’don’t fall asleep at the counter.”

“oh come on, that happened once—”

“yeah, and i’m making sure it won’t happen a second time. because i love you,” he both teases and reminds you, the sparkle in his eyes half amusement, half worry and affection.

so you lean against him, let an arm wrap around your shoulder and lips kiss your forehead, with little to say but “i love you too.”

you’re sure the work can be done another day.

[y2kgr4ph1cs]

[sakurocha]

comforting sebastian after a long day !

your boyfriend was glued to his computer. working. as always.

“hey seb,” you said quietly from the doorway, watching as his eyes flickered from his screen to meet yours.

“hey, i didn’t expect to see you today,” he responded, getting up from his chair.

if there was one thing that pulled him away from his work, it was you.

he wandered over to you, shutting the door behind you as he wrapped you in a gentle hug. “how are you?”

“great, i got done with farm work early, so i decided to drop by. sorry for coming unannounced.” you pulled away from the hug, leaning back to look at his face while resting your hands on his shoulders. the dark circles under his eyes were deepening by the day, and he seemed paler than usual. your brow furrowed in concern. “sebastian, are you doing alright?”

he gave you a rueful smile as he pulled you back into his arms, burying his face in your neck. “mm, yeah, i’ll be okay. just working around the clock right now, but i’ll live.”

the airy demeanor he tried to infuse into his words did little to soothe the worry in your heart. you pulled away from him once again, ever so slightly, as you looked him straight in his dark eyes. “seb, i’m serious.”

he swallowed, holding your gaze for a moment before tearing away to glance at his computer. “i promise i am too. i’m almost finished, if i can just stay up tonight—“

you gently grabbed his face, returning his attention to you. “sebastian.” his eyes widened with surprise, as if snapping out of a trance. “come, let me take your mind off of things for a little.”

as you started to drag him towards his bed, he shot one last glance at the blinking cursor on his screen before following your lead.

you stretched yourself invitingly against his sheets, looking up at him with expectant eyes. “are you gonna join me or what?”

a playful sparkle danced in his eyes—something you had missed so dearly while he had been so occupied with his work—as he gazed down at you laid across his bed. “since you asked so nicely…”

he wrapped his arms around your body, pressing you down gently into the mattress as he swept you into a soft, languid kiss. you arched into his touch with a blissful sigh as his lips moved to your neck before nipping softly.

“hey!” you squealed, swatting his hair playfully. he gave a small chuckle against your ear before rising to look you in the eye.

“what? i don’t get to have a little fun with you on my downtime?” he said, pressing a quick peck to your cheek.

you batted at his hair once again, attempting to wrangle your body from his hold. “stop, that tickles!” your giggles faded to pants as you looked up at him, only to find his eyes taking on a newfound earnestness. “… what’s wrong?”

he only gave you a pleased smile as he gave you another soft, yet short-lived kiss. “nothing. i’m just so grateful for you, always.”

now it was your turn to smile as you felt your face flush at his sincerity. “well, if you want to show me your gratitude…” you looped your hands enticingly around his neck, peering up at him with round eyes, pulling his body on top of yours as his lips finally melted into yours, for the first of many more times that night…

thank you for reading! requests are always open~

[digital-chance]

Neocities Websites for Decor (& Other Resources)

9/4 2:10pm

i've been working on my neocities website and wanted to compile a bunch of places where one can find decor. this is not an extensive list, but rather a bunch of places where you can start finding resources.

please note that various pages could strain the eyes, including flashing lights or colors. pages called 'blinkies' usually have flashing colors throughout. [* = prominent flashing lights]

all websites, resources, and thoughts are beneath the cut

decor

effects for mouse cursors, text, and sites - https://www.mf2fm.com/rv/

assorted decor, images, and more - https://shishka.neocities.org/shishka/toybox

* random gifs from the internet archive - https://gifcities.org

https://pinkukingdom.neocities.org/toybox

http://whimsical.heartette.net/material [has tos you need to follow]

https://cinni.net/?z=/toybox/ [love this website so much]

* assorted early internet graphics - https://www.glitter-graphics.com

https://graphic.neocities.org

https://strawberry-gashes.gensoukai.net/v2/

archived images - https://web.archive.org/web/20100211160439/http://neskaya.net/pixels.php

* https://kawaiiness.net/home.php [potential eye strain]

https://www.asterism-m.com/item/ [japanese site]

https://pixelsafari.neocities.org

https://foollovers.com/mat/index.html [japanese site. has tos]

* https://gothiclolita.neocities.org/materials

https://sozai.pooftie.me [pastels. very low contrast, hard to read warning]

https://scripted.neocities.org

https://arunyi.art/#goodies

https://nonkiru.art/resources

* https://animatedglittergraphics-n-more.tumblr.com / @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1eQx_UiPvEvI4ZZECoPOuRrLhIE_6XbBy [content guide here... 4k+ gifs and graphics by @topadie]

* https://cutewebgraphics.tumblr.com/directory / @cutewebgraphics

https://pngfarm.tumblr.com / @pngfarm

https://lostsozai.tumblr.com / @lostsozai

decor directories

https://directory.cinni.net/sozai/

https://pixelsafari.neocities.org/links/directory/

https://www.tumblr.com/gender444/680981849679511552/favorite-sozaiblog-materials-sites-fool-lovers

definitions

(for those who don't know and/or are just getting into website creation)

webmaster: person who coded/created the website

favicons: small icons or graphics, usually 16x16 pixels.

pixels: graphics either custom-made or found. i've seen this term used for favicons, adoptables, and other graphics.

emoticons: old term for emojis. typically custom emoji expressions

* blinkies: thin flashing or sparkling banners, usually with text, an image, and flashing lights. collectible.

toybox: collections of favicons, stamps, blinkies, buttons, and more. all up to the webmaster's discretion and preferences

* glitters: glittering or shimmering text or images

stamps: collectible rectangular images, usually 99x56px

buttons: images that are hyperlinked to other websites. often custom-made for one particular webmaster or site.

avatars: typically 100x100 pixel images

other websites

beginner's guide to html and css - https://webguide.neocities.org

dnd style character generator - https://harlekine.neocities.org

templates/themes - https://neothemes.neocities.org

photo editor - https://photomosh.com

rainbow text maker - https://www.glitter-graphics.com/generators/rainbow.php

various other resources - https://scripted.neocities.org

learn more about websites & neocities - https://sadgrl.online

assorted resources - https://www.tumblr.com/punkwasp/725206601551773696/neocitiesindie-webmastery-resources

get started with website creation - https://www.tumblr.com/oddmerit/685644129978499072/note-cause-im-getting-sick-and-tired-of-terfs

all types of resources - https://punkwasp.leprd.space/resources/

* = prominent flashing lights/colors

i suggest not linking back (aka hotlinking) to the resources on the website. instead upload it yourself onto either neocities or an image hosting site and include credit. this way, if the person hosting the image deletes their page or loses the image somehow, your website will still be fine. (i didn't do this and had to find everything all over again... )

i have found that the best websites to use as companions to neocities are w3schools, pinterest, tumblr, and any image hosting site. w3schools for coding tutorials. pinterest for inspiration or for graphics. tumblr for any type of decor and advice. to edit my code and have a live preview, i use codepen.io.

since you read through all this, maybe take a look at my neocities site and follow me! <3

[sandra-vu]

The Sims 3 MODS LIST

this is basically a list of everything i have in my game right now (minus custom content). i'm very satisfied with this setup and i hope you can find something you'll find useful. everything is sorted in alpabetical order, because i love alphabetical order lol read mod descriptions before downloading and don't forget to thank the creators for their hard work! :)

ESSENTIAL / PERFORMANCE / SETTINGS x Add Any Lot Size x Catalog search x Gameplay Core Mod (tweaked to my liking, might show you my settings sometime if you'd like) x Interact on sloped terrain x New CAS and CAP animation options (posehum_posepets version) x No Camera Fade for Sims x No Foot Tapping While Waiting For Clear Route! x No Route Fail Tantrum Animations! x NRaas (Error trap, Go here, Master controller, Overwatch, Register) x Pregnancy Progress Controller (No Non Pregnant version) x Reduce/Remove Lag caused by Houseboats x Remove stencils/overlays from Build/Buy/CAS objects x Shimrod's Camera Lowlevel (edited by BrntWaffles) (Drift version) x Smooth patch

TWEAKS / FIXES x Anach tweaks (bouncer bribe x10, burglar tweaks, celebrity difficulty, celeb sue paparazzi, club closing times (5 am), donation amount, higher bills, longer eating, no auto pet wake up, party tweaks, wash hands chance) x Annoyances disabler x Cross eye fix x No "Mod scripts found" x No auto venue placement (reupload found here) x No build sparkles x No gloves w outerwear x No intro x Pick up toddler fix x Pigtail glitch fix x Random sim fixes x Set hour cheat x Slower cars, taxis, and bikes x Toddler routing fix

GAMEPLAY x 75% Chance per day elder will die x Acne & Skincare (tweaked – only teens) x Adults can play peekaboo and hug toddlers x Almost all TheSweetSimmer's mods (family gameplay must haves!) x Auto lights overhaul x Burglar hate x Burglars steal simoleons too x Cancel time off x Children can series (almost all of them) x Easy variety attraction x Energy drinks V2 x Faster gardening 50% x Fridge mod (no fridge shopping) x Get drunk x Hang out interaction (2t3) (all ages) x Layoff mod x Let me take a selfie x Lot population (reduced) x Meals anytime + some desserts x No autonomous homework x No imaginary friends x No mutated hair or eyes x No social groups (uni only) x Random genetics x Retirement home & elder care x Shorter Uni (3 credit hours) x Sims can skate on smaller ponds x Skating is fun x Take practice shots (photography) x Tooth fairy mod x User-directed scolding + other punishment tweaks x Wider TV viewing angle x Yoga mod

SLIDERS x AWT - Hat sliders x OEM – Eyeball size

DEFAULT REPLACEMENTS (MISC) x Apple Sauce Baby food (4t3) x Better ingredient thumbnails x Clean UI (BETA) x Facial Expressions (ALT) (TSM to TS3) x Fish mod x HD thought bubbles x Loading Screen Overhaul x Modern cursors x Modern map tags x Nectar glass replacer x New dishes (BOWL & MUG) (4t3) x TV Channels (4t3) x Walk cycle edits

DEFAULT REPLACEMENTS (CAS) x 2t3 plantsim body vines x Beards and eyebrows x Beetle eyes for cats and dogs x Beetle eyes for horses x Beetle eyes for humans (i also use these contacts for occults) x Blush baby skin (infant) x CAS background (steel blue) x ChazyBazzy hair defaults (pretty and still very maxis match textures, EA meshes) x Eye colors (presets) x Eyeball replacements – PU-CU / TU-EU x Freckles and moles x - x Makeup replacements x Skin - Satellites (DEF & NON-DEF)

DEFAULT REPLACEMENTS (ENVIRONMENT) x Better sun x Moon x Perfect Day – RH water with Gelina’s lighting tweaks x Reworked & Improved EA Lights x Skyrim Star Field (1024x1024) x Windows Lite Overrides

[whisperingmidnights]

Coffee shop au for feysand x reader

*grabs your face (gently) and squishes our noses together* you’re doing great 💕

Always so grateful for you 💕

The door swings open at 9 a.m. on the nose, as it does every morning. A burst of frigid air rushes in, filling the small space with the smell of snow as the tall, dark-haired man holds the door for his impossibly lovely wife. They're both so sharp in matching peacoats today, leather gloves covering their hands as they huddle together at the back of the line, undoubtedly whispering over the menu as they share matching, secretive smiles. The scarf around the woman's neck is the same startling, icy blue as her eyes, and not even her gloves can conceal how lovely and fine-boned the hand that rests against it is.

Not that you've been admiring her hands. Or her. Or him, for that matter. No, you haven't spent hours watching them whenever they stop in for a coffee and breakfast to start their day. No, you've definitely been working very, very hard whenever they're present. That's why your cursor keeps blinking at you, waiting for you to type more. It definitely hasn't been sitting idly for the last five minutes while you've been watching the door, waiting for a glimpse of the most ungodly attractive couple you've ever seen in your life.

Maybe they're models. Or influencers. Or just super fucking rich. Who else would have teeth that perfect? Good god, you need to get back to work. This is getting embarrassing. They're going to notice you eventually if you keep staring, and do you really want to be known as the creep in the corner?

No, definitely not.

Flicking your attention back to Spotify, you scroll through your playlists until you find something vaguely motivational you definitely made in college and press play. Oh yeah, this is dated as hell, but it's a decent distraction...or it would be if, halfway through the first song, you didn't hear someone clearing their throat at your side.

Pressing pause, you pop out an earbud and let your gaze wander up to the pair of violet-blue eyes fixed on you. It's like looking into a twilight sky. You half expect stars to begin twinkling in them as you stare and stare...

"Sorry?" You ask when you finally notice his lips are moving...and have been for a while, judging by the way his brow arches in response. "I was miles away, what were you saying?"

"Are these seats taken?" He asks again, a smile on his full mouth. "It's a busy morning. Every other table is full. Feyre and I promise not to bother you."

"Oh, no, no bother. Really, it's fine. Please sit." You scramble to move your things aside, giving them room for their coffee and scones – blueberry for her and...something that looks suspiciously like whole grain for him. Disgusting. He would be a health freak, of course he would. No one looks that good eating sugar-laden pastries for breakfast.

Except apparently his wife.

Fuck, you need to find a new coffee place after you embarrass yourself today. It hasn't happened yet, but it's bound to.

"I'm Rhysand, by the way."

"What kind of name is that?" There it is. The moment the question leaves your lips, you begin looking around for a shovel to bury yourself with. He laughs, shrugging as he spreads a bit of butter on his scone before passing the rest of it to his wife.

"It was my grandfather's first, to be fair. Call me Rhys, everyone else does. We see you here every morning."

"It's close to my apartment," you mumble, taking a prolonged sip of your coffee. You've insulted the man before you even bothered to introduce yourself. What a perfect way to start the morning. Surely, it can only go up from here.

Your eyes flick to his wife's – Feyre's. Laughter sparkles where you'd expected to see disdain, and the smile on her mouth is the loveliest you've ever seen. Maybe there's hope for you yet if she's smiling like that.