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Get Well Soon - Jihoon (Woozi) Fluff

Originally posted by woozibye

Request: Hey hey! Can u please do a Seventeen taking care if their sick gf please? Thanks a lot! (A/N: I already have a multi-member thingy for this and Jihoon has zero requests, so I decided to show our little cinnamon bun some love.)

Word Count:1259

Genre: Fluff

Member/Group: Jihoon (Woozi) of SEVENTEEN

Summary: Being sick is never fun in your opinion, but your boyfriend strongly disagrees with you on that.

A/N: Guys, I’m really sorry I haven’t posted. I’m not proud of this because I feel like you guys expect better quality, but a friend of mine passed away Saturday and everything has been a huge mess since. Anyway, sorry for any errors and I hope this is at least mildly entertaining for ya’ll. xx

 When you woke up that morning, you had already known that the whole day would be similar to hell. 

 From the moment that you finally forced your eyelids to open, your throat was extremely sore. Your whole body felt as if it was on fire, yet chills seemed to shake through your entire body every few seconds. Even the slightest movement caused goosebumps to prickle up the entirety of your skin as what could only be described as pins and needles pricked at your arms and legs. The light that beamed through your bedroom window caused a radiating light to blind you, and no amount of blinking helped. All you could do was let out a painful groan, which just so happened to bring the realization upon you that you were not in bed alone.

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Starters of Things I Have Said During Episodes of Gotham (According to my Friends)
  • “I just wanna take their neck and hug it til it snaps.”
  • “You know you’ve been flirting correctly when it ends with a restraining order.”
  • “Hello, did someone order an I’M HERE TO FUCK EVERYTHING UP?”
  • “Oh, suck an ice cold cock.”
  • “The more hopeful you are, the more likely you are to die.”
  • “Am I the only one who is mildly creeped out by children’s entertainers?”
  • “Fuck me with a hammer in my eyesocket.”
  • “Ta-da! Murder!” *does jazz hands*
  • “Something about the way he moves makes me want to punch him.”
  • “Why does nobody run away? He can’t walk that fast.”
  • “Fuckin’ told you so, cockmunch.”
  • “Wouldn’t it be great to be haunted by a dog?”
  • “Okay, we get it, you’re edgy.”
  • “I stand by everything he has ever done, because he is literal perfection.”
  • “Everything hurts. I think I just got fucked in the feelings, and there was not enough foreplay.”
  • “I hate it when you’re craving for someone to be dominant and then they turn into a snivelling little worm.”
  • “EVERYBODY SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS–oh, fuck, who invited you?”
  • “I think that only seven people have properly died.”
  • “Okay, I need you to grab your dick and FIND YOUR SENSE OF DIGNITY.”
  • “Oh, that is it. I have tried to defend you to everyone, because I thought that they were wrong. But that little shitshow just proved to me that they were right.”
  • “Do you think his cum is freezing? Does it come out as ice?”
  • “We should really stop wondering about the average dick size of the police force.”
  • “Why doesn’t anyone use condoms?”
  • “Have you ever gotten laid in the history of ever?”

My Personal Persistence of Vision - Kirblog 6/3/17

Before listening to this one, I recommend checking out a Kirblog I did last year called Artistic Limitations & Creatively “Giving Birth”

About a week and a half ago, I took a look at a very interesting documentary called “The Persistence of Vision”, all about the animated film “Thief and the Cobbler” and its creator, Richard Williams. The morning after checking this out, I decided to do another stream-of-consciousness Kirblog about my own views on creating, producing and animating content within my lifetime and how it stacks up the path Richard Williams took, along with the experiences of his crew. This one may be a little strange for some viewers, but I hope it’s mildly entertaining and maybe teaches folks a little something about me.

Check out “The Persistence of Vision” on Vimeo! (Also highly recommend you check out “Thief & The Cobbler: Recobbled”

  • *Terry cuffs perp that Amy and Charles were chasing*
  • Amy: OH COME ON! Where did you guys even come from???
  • Jake: *honks horn pettily, peers out of tiny window* From your NIGHTMARES!!
  • Amy: *keeps gun, sighs slightly bc omg she's dating a huge loser, smiles slightly tho bc damn he still cute she still wanna be tapping that idiot, mentally prepares herself for whatever he's about to say*
  • Jake: hey amy <33333 Allow me to introduce you to Big Bertha™ *taps Big Bertha™ twice like a nerd*
  • Amy: *removes helmet bc its hot I guess no nerdy Jake explanation for this*
  • Charles: *is offended that Jake only addressed Amy, has both arms raised midway, doesn't get that this is nothing against him personally and that Jake's being a nerd bc he's in competitive The Bet™ mode with Amy AKA their foreplay, but it's still cute tho get urself a best friend like Charles* OKAY I guess I'm not worth introducing to your truck??
  • Jake: *still being a loser* That's right chy'all. We went *slight head tilt* to Homeland Securitayyyyyy. *does twirly thingy with his index fingers*
  • Amy: *can't believe her bf is such a nerd, turns to Charles to see if he's as ticked off as she is*
  • Jake: *continues to loser* YEAHp This beauty comes fully equipped with thermal imaging, a satellite linkup, AND she plugs into every surveillance camera in the city. *could've pulled a cool face but chooses to widen eyes and mouth in a WHAT NO WAY THIS IS SO AWESOME RIGHT??? face*
  • Terry: And she's also got a holding cell. Which is big enough for three perps. *starts to nerd a bit bc he's proud and Jake's pettiness has rubbed off on him* Jake, counting this guy, how many perps have we caught and placed in the Three Perp™ perp cell?
  • Jake: *occasional gesturing with finger in between words* Well Sarge, we've placed three perps in the Three Perp™ perp cell.
  • Terry: So the Three Perp™ perp cell's full?
  • Jake: *many gesturing with finger for all the words* Full of three perps is the Three Perp™ perp cell-
  • Amy: *has had it* No, hey! Stop saying 'perps' and 'cell' and 'three'!

yO so i’m sam and i finally decided to give tumblr another shot :,) idk what i’ll end up posting but i hope it at least mildly entertains you or makes you happy!!

  • “Make me.”
  • “Sure." 
  • Remus tilted his head backwards to squint up at Sirius, who was leaning over the back of Remus’ chair and looking immensely bored, his festive red and gold scarf tickling Remus’ face.
  • "Sorry, what was the question?”
  • Sirius furrowed his brows and said, “I asked if you wanted to go outside with me because it’s snowing. You said no, I said please, and then you said ‘make me’, and here we are. Weren’t you paying attention?”
  • “Not really. But listen,” Remus set down his quill gingerly and turned to face Sirius, “Padfoot, I know it’s snowing, that’s why I’m inside.”
  • Sirius gave him his best puppy-dog eyes, but Remus was beyond immune to that and turned back to continue with the letter he was writing to his parents.
  • Sirius was about to proceed with his usual tactic of pleading shamelessly when he had another idea: “Okay, what if we went for a walk then? Inside Hogwarts, I know you’re allergic to sunlight,” he added before Remus could protest.
  • Remus considered it for a few seconds before nodding and standing.
  • “I can do that.”
  • And off they went. It was nothing particularly special, considering they wandered around Hogwarts all the time for their various pranks, but after stopping off at the kitchens Sirius took Remus down a way they didn’t usually go and showed him the special floating staircase that seemed highly impractical but was entertaining all the same. They didn’t take the map with them (James was using it for something Christmas-related Remus didn’t want to know about) and Remus was mildly concerned that they were lost, and it didn’t help that Sirius kept saying “Remus, we’re completely and utterly lost. You’ll never get back to that letter you were writing so I hope you’ve told your parents you love them.”
  • “Hilarious, Pads.”
  • “Yes I know, that’s why we-” Sirius stopped suddenly and looked at something above them.
  • “Sirius? What’s the matter?” Remus looked up too and noticed a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the air, and he groaned internally. Magic mistletoe is far more insistent than Muggle mistletoe and he knew that if they didn’t comply it would make them comply. He turned to face Sirius, who silently raised an eyebrow, daring Remus to come closer. Are you ready?
  • Remus snorted and closed the distance between them, lifting Sirius’ chin with one hand and holding the back of his neck with the other before capturing Sirius’ lips in his own.
  • Sirius was pleasantly shocked, and warm, and eager to reciprocate. Remus tasted like the hot chocolate they’d snagged from the kitchens and ink because he knows he shouldn’t chew on his quills but he does it anyway. Sirius was soft and milky [“Sirius it’s not hot chocolate if you drown it in milk, how can you drink that?” “Watch me, Lupin”] and he tangled his hands in Remus’ hair while they kissed. 
  • After a few moments, Sirius moved back a little to plant a kiss on the freckle on Remus’ nose and smiled as Remus laughed at the tickling sensation. They watched each other in silence, the mistletoe forgotten, until Remus snapped out of his Sirius Black -induced reverie and broke away from him. 
  • “That was quite a kiss.” Sirius was colouring slightly, but it was nothing compared to Remus who was sure he was bright red.
  • “It was alright. You could use some practice, though. I expected more from the great Sirius Black.” Despite his embarrassment, Remus smirked at Sirius and folded his arms comfortably.
  • “Are you implying I’m a bad kisser? I’ve never been so insulted! How dare you?" 
  • "I’m afraid it’s true. Of course, I’d be happy to teach you how to do it right.”
  • Now Sirius smirked at Remus. “You just want to kiss me again.”
  • “I do not.” Remus flushed a deeper scarlet and looked away.
  • “Well I do.”
  • “You want to kiss yourself?” Remus asked bemusedly.
  • “No! God, you daft wolf, I want to kiss you again.” And before Remus could react, Sirius stepped forward once more. As it turned out, Sirius really was terrible at kissing, and needed long, thorough coaching from Remus Lupin, who was reluctant, but it was for the greater good.
  • And unfortunately for them, mistletoe was stationed all around the school. Sirius had said they were lost, after all, and they just couldn’t seem to avoid the stuff. Odd. 
  • They got back to their dormitory fairly late, and by the time Remus finished the letter and sent it off with a school owl, it was night time and everyone had gone to bed.
  • Except Remus, of course. And Sirius, a self-professed night owl.
  • “You know, Remus, it’s still snowing outside.” Sirius swayed back and forth lazily.
  • “It’s past curfew, and going out there at night when it’s already cold would be a death wish." 
  • "Mm. But what if we use a heating charm? Or take a warm coat? Or face the elements like true Gryffindors? We could just sit by the lake and not sleep.”
  • “And why would we do that?” Remus didn’t know if snow was worth sneaking around late at night without the map.
  • “And why wouldn’t we do that? It’s not like we’ll be cold. After all, you’re pretty hot.”
  • Remus blushed and rolled his eyes. He looked back at the sleeping forms of James and Peter, the former drooling blissfully on his pillow. The full moon was coming up, and Remus figured he may as well spend the nights before it happily. He turned back to Sirius and watched the black-haired boy’s mouth turn up at the corners as Sirius held out his hand.
  • “Let’s go?”
  • Remus smiled. “Let’s go.”

@hotter-than-potter is this anything close to what you were expecting XD probably not