Bare With Me - Tumblr Posts
to all the ppl that have sent wcifs, i will try to answer some tonight. certain households are broken in my game rn after the update so it will take a lil minute to find the cc y'all asked for :/
I feel like I need to interact with you all a bit more. But the things is, I don’t know how too. I’m socially awkward
I was looking through an old sketchbook and look what i found!
(Don't mind the redhead, she's an unfinished oc i don't even remember her lore)
i just thought of sharing this...
IN A GOOD WAY | KNJ
a/n: Hello! This is my first time ever posting on Tumblr, so I'm still trying to get used to everything :') I hope you enjoy this small oneshot(?) based on a dream I had the other day, and I couldn't just not write about it. If you have any feedback, I would like to hear it! thank you, stay gold⁷ -miri
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The morning cold nipped at the tip of your nose, making the warmth of the blankets seem all the more inviting. You tried to curl up tighter, but a distinctive aroma began to permeate the room, making you slowly rise from the bed. The scent was unmistakably that of fresh pancakes, the rich fragrance of brewing coffee danced through the air, mingling with the scent of bacon.
The mere thought of hot coffee on a chilly day was more than enough motivation for you to slip out of bed. The cold wooden floor felt like icy needles underfoot, but the promise of a warm breakfast kept you drawn towards the kitchen.
There, bathed in the soft glow of the morning light, stood your boyfriend, missing a shirt, flipping a pancake. His concentration was so intense that he hadn't noticed you approaching him. Wrapping your arms around him, he jumped slightly, before letting out a chuckle.
"Good morning," he murmured, turning to offer a perfect piece of bacon.
You opened your mouth, allowing him to feed you, before snuggling back into the warmth of his bare back. How was he shirtless while the cold seemed to seep through your clothes and greet your figure, was something you wouldn't understand, but it wasn't concerning either.
"Did you sleep well? Was the cold bothering you, sweetheart?" he asked, and you couldn't stop the snort that followed after. "Yes, I slept fine...but the cold did bother me," you turned to look at him, only being able to see half his face, "you gonna fight it for me?"
You heard the stove turn off with a 'click' before he turned around in your arms, showing a fist, fake determination settling on his features, "I'll do all that I can to make sure it doesn't bother you again, princess."
with a pause, he shook his head, clearing his throat, and you knew exactly what happened. He had come back to his senses. you couldn't help the small laugh that fell from your lips. He would do silly things, and then get shy over said silly things.
He grabbed your shoulders softly, turning you the other way, pushing you towards the table where most of the food already sat, waiting to be eaten. With a chaste kiss to his cheek, you sat down, reaching for the mug that held the coffee that had seemed to be calling your name since you had awoken.
"thank you, joonie. it looks really delicious." You stated, grabbing your fork. The coffee warmed up your insides, as you started filling up your plate with all different kinds of breakfast options. "Of course, baby...this is why I took cooking classes for! So you won't have to worry your pretty head about getting up early, or leaving the bed."
Cutting the pancakes, he nodded his head, satisfied by his newfound ability. Before he could take a bite he added, "I was going to take it to you...but I guess my cooking was so good that it brought you to me."
You smiled at his self praising, heart warming up, thankful you had found a man like Kim Namjoon.. "it really is good. I'm glad you enjoy the classes too. you're learning a lot from them, and it's only been two weeks. kudos to the chef."
He put his fork down, looking at you from his seat, a pout set on his lips. "kudos? how about kisses to the chef?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows, slightly leaning forward.
A soft giggle leaves your mouth, as you meet him halfway, capturing his lips into a delicate kiss, placing your hand on his cheek, before pulling away; smiling. "yes, kisses to the chef...you deserved it."
And this is all that you could have wished for. The cold of the day seemed to vanish, replaced by warmth, not just from the breakfast, but from the love and care that went into it.
me: i'm going to take a break for studying & academics
also me: I'm gonna write for corpse!
Now that I know that Jun Wu is not only bad but he is crazy mad mad, I shouldn't find him as attractive as I do
LOVERS CREEK
John Price x chubby Reader // prologue
A/N; this is my first time actually writing a story for any fandom really. And I’m gonna try and be consistent as possible! This story will have multiple parts—so please be warned of that! The story also switches from past to present a lot and I don’t usually use first person so! This will also be uploaded on my AO3 !
Please note I do not allow my writing to be translated, published anywhere else that isn’t me uploading it, and I would not like it on any Poe AI or any of the sort without my permission, or acknowledgment ! I’m still learning as I go about c.ai and Poe so! Also I do not own any of the call of duty characters used in this story! I really “own” the y/n ( reader ) !
Story Summary: You and Price are childhood best friends, and almost Highschool sweethearts. But unlike a cliche, you both hold feelings in for years, even after graduating. Communication between you too soon diminishes as life after graduation gets busy. Price has succeeded in hiding his feelings, until he gets a letter at base. It’s a letter from you. And it’s about your wedding..
Dear John,
I hope this letter finds you well! It was hard finding anyone in the area that was still mutual with us to know where you were. But I took a trip to see your mother and she filled me in plenty. I didn’t know you were still doing that military job of yours, figured you’d find a steady life after. You always talked about a lake house you wanted to buy after your military duty.
But enough with miscellaneous talk—I plan to do that later with you— I’m inviting you, John Price, My best friend, to my wedding which will be hosted at the Saint Crossroads Church. The same church our mothers would force us to go to on Sundays. I remember how you always itched to take that tie you always wore off, but your mom would slap your hand away just in time. You’d sit next to me in the first row as the pastor would preach his word.
But now, on September 17th of this year—and next week!—, he will be my officiant, marrying me off to my soon to be husband. And I hope to see you there, in the front row like old times.
Sincerely,
Your Best Friend
His eyes read over the letter multiple times. His rough hands held the delicate letter with such softness that he barely touched it.
He wasn’t expecting this. John could feel his heart race, pounding and trying to leap out his chest. You. His best friend that he hasn’t forgotten was getting married. There was denial sprouting in his head. You can’t be getting married right? He thought to himself, but the fancy yet simple letter that laid softly in his head showed him more than the truth. It showed him the harsh reality. He remembered how your mom and his bonded—making you guys best friends as well. He remembered how the both of you would stick together around primary school, all the way to secondary school. He could remember his hidden feelings for you—he hid them so he wouldn’t ruin the friendship.
A conflicted sigh left his mouth. His rough hand put the letter down on his desk as his other hand shagged through his hair. He knew he had to go. A no show would break you.
And he’d love to see you again..
A/N ; just the prologue! Nothing too big but a bit short! I’m really just testing if anyone wants to read this aside from my friends aha!!
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i swear i’m trying to get something put out but i have sm going on rn and school so i’m gonna try to get all the days i missed out on‼️