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ok but now I need clover in one of these but it's also a cowboy hat and the drinks are monster energy. obviously

ok thanks :)

Bro looks SO goodyđđ
I can't take this seriously.

You guys don't understand how goofy this sleep-deprived MF WOULD LOOK.. đ
BY THE WAY!
âRevived Clover Auâ is now called:
âRekindled Justiceâ AU
#Rekindled Justice Au#Revived!Clover au#Revived! Clover Au#uty clover#ut yellow#uty#uty au#Undertale#Undertale au#undertale yellow#Undertale yellow au#undertale yellow clover#*Addie answers#ask answered#coffi answers
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âMarry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yesâ.â The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see. âCause itâs tragedy and it'll only bring you down.
#taylor swift#love story#breathe#fearless#gifs#taylorswiftedit#tswiftedit#tsedit#ts lyric weaving#fearlessedit#useramys12#addys-beth#userjake#userdanahscott#tuserella#tsuserannie#userfarahz#userlindsay#mal-core#2025#coming here with the conclusion to all this amy march related spiralling i've been doing lately#the harsh collision between fantasy and reality#acknowledging that while the fantasy world is vital and important you can't expect reality to play out that way#you might be able to find a romeo but he's not gonna save you#there is no one answer that will solve everything for you#i think this might've been why (or at least partly why) i was so afraid of growing up#i knew on some level that being an adult means you can't just survive on daydreams anymore#anyway breathe is a new favorite ts song of mine now and both of these are on my 2025 playlist
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The God who answers after dark â The intro:
Summary: You used to pray to the Gods after dark before you went to sleep, always thinking that you were praying to the good kind. The kind that showed mercy. However you were mistaken, as time passes and you grew older and wiser it will be revealed that your prayers were answered, but not by the Gods you thought you knew, but the dark kind. The kind that your grandmother used to warn you about. Ones you hear in stories. The kind that you should fear, but how can you when it's all you know. How can you when he was the only one who answered?
Tags&warnings: Jungkookxfemreader, mostly fluff I guess, a bit of smut if you would call it that?!?? age gap I guess?!!? Jungkook is obsessed with reader, a bit delusional. Slight manipulation???! MDNI!!!
Word count: 3k+
Note: making this into a seriesđŤśđ˝ this is just a little something that I wrote when I was bored. Be prepared for more obsessive and possessive Jungkook!
Was inspired by the book invisible life of Addie-Larue
The God who answers after dark â series master list: Here â â â â â â â
It was dark.
The night creating shadows in the corner of your room, allowing your imagination to run wild, creating things scary to imagine.
You wasnât scared though, because you knew it was your imagination. And because youâve experienced something way darker. You invited him into your home with a simple whisper, let him talk to you throughout the many dark nights, telling him your dreams and wishes of a better life where you are happy and loved.
You was always an imaginative child. While you watched others make friends, you created your own, that grew along with you. Who only came out at night.
You first called upon him when you were only seven. Mindlessly talking to the open air. You had wanted a friend. A friend you could talk to, play with, share secrets with. So you stared off into the dark and talked about nothing and everything. However, when you saw the shadows in the corner of your room move, and sit before you did you realise that you summoned something else. Not a friend, not an imaginary one, something much darker. Still you spoke to it, and it spoke to you like rough winds in the cool night. It comforted you like a cool breeze in a summers heat.
You found comfort in him. You would mindlessly tell him your dreams. He would make empty promises of giving you that dream felt life. Empty, because they came with a price that you were not willing to pay for. Still he would sit beside you and listen to your stories and dreams.
You had asked him what his dreams were and he had told you that he was the son of a God - he had none, but he could grant them within due time. When he himself became a God. So he settled with telling you stories about Gods and wars. Desperate souls and deals. The kind his father spoke to him about, the kind he experienced himself.
Then, he was an angel, the son of a God he refused to speak of. Now, he is a God himself, the God of Darkness. Like the type youâd find deep in a forest, hidden behind the shadows of the trees, infused within the night that covers the sky like a blanket. Comforting to some, suffocating for others.
You was a child who had a lot to wish for and no control of your imagination back then. His company grew on you so much that he was like an accessory to your room. Like a cushion that decorated your bed, a small plant that had a home on your desk, a stack of books that rested in a pile on your bedside table. He felt like home.
The man that would sit before you, appearance created from your imagination - answered you everytime you called on him. He was always there with you. When you looked out of your window at night, when you wrote in your diary about the stories heâd tell you. In your dreams. He was always there.
It was dark.
So you did what youâve always done when the lights went out, and people lay deep asleep. The night silent and still.
You called for him.
âYes my love?â He appeared from the dark corner of your room. Once a shadow, now a man that sat before you on your bed. The only bit of light was the shine from the moon and the small warm lamp next to your bed.
You always expect the bed to shift as he sits down, but his weight is like a feather held in oneâs palm. Light and weightless. Proof that the form you see before you is none other than what he has stolen from your imagination. His true form something like a stream in the night. Dark and shallow.
His lean body presented in a white button up shirt and black slacks. Very simple, but styled so well. He was always so well presented, dressed so elegantly. You knew that that wasnât your imagination that created the fine attire, it was simply him, the Darkness who was a charmer, who had lived many years before you. Of course heâd picked up some style on the way.
âI want to be lovedâ you spoke out, tone delicate like a whisper, too embarrassed, too afraid.
âY/n my dear, you are loved by many. Your mother adores you, friends cherish you, need I say more?â His eyes match his soul, dark and intense, yet they still seem to be so warm, inviting. Itâs either that or his voice that draws you in. So soothing yet so deep. Like a calm ocean that holds many depth below.
âNot that kind of love. I want to be loved by a man. I want to feel that type of love I read in books and see in movies. The type of love my grandparents have. The type of love that wonât make me feel so alone anymoreâ
He chuckles a beautiful melody.
You always surprised him. The things youâd speak and dream of so bizarre yet so intriguing. Out of all the souls who begged for his help and all the humans heâs encountered, youâre the one that amused him most. A girl who asked and wished for so much, yet all she needed to do was look in the mirror and realise her worth, her power.
But he of all people knew that wishes were easy to slip from oneâs lips. Words slide out of peopleâs mouths just as easy as a balloons string slips out of a childâs hand, so effortlessly. People are so careless when it comes to words. If only they knew the power it holds.
Wishes, prayers. They were all the same to him. It didnât matter because they both had the same outcome, the same deal, the same promise, the same fate and the same desperation. The person was always begging and pleading in the end, too desperate to have their prayers answered to form a logical sentence, and to understand a twisted deal.
âYou are not alone my love. I am here, Iâve always been here. I am the breeze that embraces you in the night, the darkness that lulls you to sleep. I am here. And you are loved.â
âYou are not a man, even if you choose to be in this moment.â Your words are harsh, yes, but thatâs what he loved about you. You were honest with him, you werenât afraid.
âI can be the darkness of the night, a friend when you need company, I can be a manâŚâ
When you make no move to respond to him, he rolls his eyes and sighs. âBut before all of that I am a God. A God that answers wishes, say the words and Iâll give it to you, for a priceâ
This isnât the first time heâs said this, and this isnât the first time youâve asked for something. But it always ends up with the same outcome, an offer of a sacrifice that you refuse. And then the whole interaction is swept away in the night, forgotten.
âIm not sacrificing my soul to youâ
âMy dear, youâve called upon me countless of times, Iâve stayed by your side for years, you must know by now that youâre mine. I may not have your soul entirely, but yours is bound with mine, through shared memories and dreams, nights and years.â
âDonât you get tired of chasing something that doesnât belong to you? That will never be yours?â
âI have patienceâ is the only thing he says before he changes the subject back to your previous wish.
âIâd love to help you. You know I always do. But you should know by now that I canât just give you that. I canât just muster up a man for you that will make love to you. You want me to grant your wish of being loved by a man, that I canât do, but like I said, I can be a lot of things.â
His hand reaches out to touch your jaw, thumb caressing it. His touch light, smooth. And despite everything, you wish he would touch you more, so you lean into his touch.
âI can be a God, an Angel, a Devil, a Human. Whatever youâd like me to be, as long as I am yours and you are mineâ
âThatâs not the type of love Iâm talking aboutâ your voice is shaky, unsure of what you want. What you need.
âOh isnât it? All those nights you would touch yourself to images of me⌠where you would talk to yourself about wanting to be touched. Those days where you would listen to all your friends stories about being with another, being touched by another. You envy them. You want to be loved in a way that has your skin littered with goosebumps, chills running down your spineâ his fingers brush along your collarbone and you feel a shiver come across your body.
You think back to the nights where you would dream of his fingers against your skin. Light, cool and delicate.
âYou must know by now that your body is mine. Your mind, your heart, your soul. Stop wasting your time being stubborn and let me give you what you want. The love you hope for, a world where youâre happy, things go your way. I can give you all of that if you would just be mineâ
You hate the fact that heâs partially right. You have dreamt about him and thought of many nights where he would lay you in bed and take you as his. It was one of your dark fantasies that you never spoke of, you couldnât , not to him.
Just as much as you were, he was stubborn. And as a God that always gets his way, he hates being told no.
âI see youâre making it a habit of calling me yours. You may be a God, but I donât belong to you. I wonâtâ
âWithin due timeâ
You donât say anything else, instead you focus on the stillness of the room. The way his presence is so strong, the way you feel relaxed around him.
âYou want me to grant your wish of being loved by a man? I canât give that to you if you donât sacrifice, but I can show you how to be loved, y/n. I can show you what it feels like to be touchedâ his hand brushes the side of your face. His eyes pouring into yours, if you didnât know his games you would almost fall for his tricks. Almost.
âIs this how you get people to give you their souls? Is this one of your twisted games? I give you my body and you take my soul as a keepsake.â Your breath is shaky as his touch takes over your body, so intense, so wrong but so right.
âI donât just want your soul y/n. I want your heart, I want your touch, I want your love and your word that you will be mine.â
âYou arenât capable of feeling those things. youâre n-â
âNot human, I know. Youâve told me many timesâ his fingers brush along your thigh. âBut when you have lived amongst humans and dealt with them for as long as I have, you begin to understand real emotions. Iâm more human than youâll ever know â
His lips brush along your earlobe. âLet me show youâ
He lays you down on the bed, hovering over you.
âNo man on earth can give you what I can give you. Iâll take their souls if they tried. I can give you the world, the luxury of never having to worry about anything. A life of happiness, a life of freedom. If only you would let me have youâ
He spoke so much about making things happen. He could make things happen with the click of his finger. And you wondered if he ever manipulated you in anyway. And why he hasnât so far. If he really wanted you like he said he does, then why doesnât he use his power to get you?
He spoke so softly in your ear, his voice like a blanket of silk. You donât realise that you have yet again leaned in to him. Drawn in by his words, the way he spoke them so effortlessly and so passionately.
âYou have me, Iâm here right nowâ you give up your fight and give in to what your body craves.
Your eyes flutter close as you let yourself escape in everything that is him.
Just like when you were a child, you use your imagination to create your own little world. Just you and him for the moment.
Youâre lost in his earthy scent. The night sky drawn around you like a blanket, protecting you. A sense of freedom as you seep into the darkness of the night that is him. But when you open your eyes you see more than just the darkness. You see the stars in the night. His eyes mimicking the galaxy as he watches you with so much want.
There in that moment is when you realised how powerful he was. How powerful his words were, his presence was. And his touchâŚ
His touch that had your body reacting in ways you never knew it could.
His touch light, like a cool embrace of the wind.
Except your skin is like the sun, setting your skin on fire as his hands caress your body. You hate that your body reacts so easily to his touch. But over anything else, you hate how he knows your body when you donât even know it yourself.
He knows just where to touch you, just where you crave anotherâs touch.
Just where to touch to have the hairs on your body stand up. Eager for more.
His face is in the crook of your neck lightly running his lips along the service, just before he litters small pecks to it. He smells you, breathes you in, humming in the process.
âIâm so full of everything I can have in life, and yet I still crave youâ
You shiver when he pauses just by your earlobe.
âWhat are you doing to me my love?â
You both lock eyes for a second, the world stopping in the moment that is just yours. You donât answer him. He seems elated with just watching you anyways.
âYouâll let me have you?â
You hold your breath, unsure of what to say. Yes because you want him to take you here right now, but you know how sneaky he can be, youâre afraid that your words would be used against you.
When you make no move to speak, he smirks against your skin and whispers, âSmart girl, Iâve taught you well.â
He takes no time in playing with the lace of your panties. You feel wetness stick to the fabric, something that started once he laid his fingers on you.
Heâs always been good with his fingers. One night he played you a song on your guitar, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings. In this very moment you feel like an instrument. The way his fingers work on you, you creating sounds so melodic you donât even recognise yourself. The way he holds you so gently as one would with their instrument. Youâre not afraid when youâre with him. Thereâs no need to be when he holds and touches you so gently.
His voice is almost a whisper when he speaks to you. His fingers working inside of you making your back arch and toes curl. Your fingers grab your sheet, mind going crazy because you know you shouldnât be doing this. This is crazy and itâs not like you at all. And with him?
âYouâre so stubborn. Why wonât you be mine? Look how your body is reacting to me. The moment I made myself present, your breathing changed rhythm and heart increased pace. You donât think I know how you feel?â
You release a pathetic moan. A desperate one that has you cringing with embarrassment because of how needy you sound.
He leans in towards the crook of your neck with a low, âhmm?â
You look away. Too embarrassed and too in awe at the way heâs making you feel - making you act.
âLook at meâ.
You find the courage to look at him. His fingers that work inside of you have your pussy creating sounds you never knew it could. You take deep breaths, slight frown on your face as your bodyâs taken over by the pleasure.
âYouâre so wet for me. So needy.â
He continues to watch you with half-lidded eyes. Taking in the moment. Taking in everything that is you.
As the night progresses, you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper into it.
Youâve given yourself to him in this moment - not entirely as he had hoped, but having his way with you in this point in time is more than enough.
He takes you there on your bed. The same place you would speak to him every night, dream of him every occasion.
Heâs gentle, careful. His motions precise, enough to have your breath stuck in your throat.
Your mind has been lost in the darkness that is him. You donât even want to find it.
Heâs hovered over you, your legs wrapped around him. Kisses given with each thrust.
He speaks beautiful words to you, hand caressing your face every now and then.
And in this moment youâre sure youâre making love. Even though you know it canât be because you both know nothing of the sort, but this is exactly how it feels like.
You reach a hand out to him, brushing back his dark stringy locks that fall in front of his face.
He kisses you with so much passion, speaks to you with words that has your heart aching for more.
In this moment you almost give him your word. Your life, your soul. Your head clouded by this intense emotion, a feeling that you canât grasp. Heâs taken you to a whole different universe, mind lost in everything that is him.
You almost give him your word, almost.
And when he brings you to your climax you sink deeper into him, into his embarace. Letting your body infuse with his.
You both lay there in silence for a while until he voices, âEven if you deny it. Iâve given you my word that Iâll stick by your side. Thereâs no getting rid of meâ
You donât need to ask him about what he means.
You know.
His fingers caress your skin as you close your eyes, letting his words fill the air.
âA soul as beautiful and pure as yours is a soul to wait a lifetime for. And Iâve got a lot of timeâ
And when you open your eyes, youâre met with nothing but the darkness of your room.
The God who answers after dark â
- mimi â
#the god who answers after dark#jungkook#jungkook fluff#jeon jungkook#jungkook fanfic#jungkook smut#jungkook bts#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x you#jungkook x reader#jungkook x female reader#smut#bts army#bts#bts smut#bts x reader#bts drabble#bts au fic#bts jungkook#invisible life of addie larue#jungkook yandere#jungkook oneshot#jungkook series#bts fantasy au#jungkook au#bts fluff#7brownsuga7#jungkook x black reader#jungkook drabble#jungkook fiction
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castle & beckett being castle & beckett [37/?] ⤡ 2.07 â âFamous Last Wordsâ
#you know she's mostly annoyed because the answer is yes#candb#em.castle#castle#castleedit#my gifs#caskett#caskettedit#addys-beth#fourteenthofaugust#iwonderifyouwonderaboutme#renegadesstuff#singinprincess#tuserkers#userelliee#useremsi#usernalu#userspencereid#userteresa#userannalise#just letting you know all fandoms are alive and well :)#hod and timeless are on my mind
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Can I give fell sans a lil smooch on the forehead
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clarisse is definitely i hate everyone but you trope SHES VERY â10 things i hate about youâ PATRICK CODED
OMG I FORGOT ABOUT THIS TROPE. no bc it is SO clarisse itâs insane and i must elaborate
while sheâs not necessarily a bully sheâs just insecure and her first instinct is violence!
she is just kind of an asshole tho
she standoffish and her reputation at camp is not very positive!
people are just really shocked and all your siblings are SO concerned that sheâs like going to punch you in the face or smth???? itâs really funny tbh
clarisse is just SO hard and tough and thatâs just her persona and who she is
but you just bring out a side of her that no one else gets to see
well they get to see it from afar
youâll be like standing next to her table at lunch trying to talk to her about something and sheâs like
âhold on pretty girl hold that pretty thought can someone fucking move so she can sit down?? jesus christ.â
or sometimes sheâll just push one of her siblings food away and tell you to sit right on the table
mumbling âsorry sorryâ to all of her siblings but theyâre used to it
her love language is touch and acts of service so sheâs always touching you, any part of your body, always kissing you, and itâs just so SHOCKING
like just pure whiplash sheâll call one of her friends a dumbass for tripping but if you were to trip over something she would catch you and be like âyou gotta be more careful, dummyâ and smile at you
one of her siblings would jokingly point out how unfair it was and she was just like deadpan
âyeah? sheâs the most amazing woman at camp. what are you? youâre not beautiful like her. youâre not smart like her. youâre justâŚ.. youâŚ. which is not a good thingâ
sheâs always just doing things for you
like if you ask her to grab something for you trust itâs getting grabbed
but also like ares kids notice EVERYTHING
you wonât even realize youâre cold or hungry or something and all of a sudden sheâs placing a jacket over you or shoving food into your mouth
she loves to feed you but not in a weird way
she just likes to provide for you???? do i make sense???? she just wants you and everyone to see that sheâs capable and strong and confident and she can take care of you AND herself
and youâre obviously always so nice to her
like borderline sitting in her lap, touching her muscles, talking about how pretty she is
everyone is like âhave you met clarisse before??â
yâall know you on my arm by leith ross? she wants to buy you pretty little things and never ever lie to you
she just gets so BORED with everyone else
like sheâs a little bit better to her siblings but still
theyâll be talking sometimes and sheâs like oh my god shut up
then you come around and start rambling to her and she does get bored too sheâs not perfect but she just zones out and listens to your voice
or sometimes if sheâs really bored she kisses you so youâll shut up
and itâs really weird bc like sheâs kissing you and SHES KISSING YOU so youâre like omg and then sheâs just mumbling âsorry sorry sorryâ against your lips like bae what are you even talking about that???? that was before the kiss who cares
also she has to kiss you before EVERY capture the flag game before EVERY spar or match or else sheâs convinced sheâll lose
after capture the flag games that she wins sheâs like sitting somewhere recounting the events with her siblings with you in her lap
sheâs just obsessed with you really
#clarisse la rue#clarisse la rue x reader#clarisse la rue x y/n#clarisse la rue x you#pjo x reader#clarisse thoughts#addie answers stuff!!!
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@rinacentral â EVENT 1: FAVOURITES 𩵠Ⳡrina and a song from each taylor swift album
#hsmtmtsedit#rinaedit#hsmtmts#rina#gina porter#ricky bowen#gina x ricky#userneve#userrajan#usersnat#userjustine#userneptune#userlix#tusercarolina#addys-beth#*#re: gfx#re: ts lyrics#re: rc events#GUYS I MADE IT#not my original idea but god did i have fun !! and what better way to answer the prompt then to combine two of my fave things ??#all my love to nevekins <33 who held my hand through all of this (figuratively) love ya babe !!#anyway. PROUD :D
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For u

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ADDIE YOUR SONA is SO CUTE








THANK YOU
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Non a nosy anon just nosy but 9đđđđ
oh hey đđ
Just my ears and a second lobe on the right, I'm afraid đ I used to have a helix, but that didn't want to heal, so I took it out.
I ALSO used to have a tongue piercing for around 6 months, but then I went out with friends and accidentally broke the plastic bar I had in (we had sushi and I was starving so I practically bit it in half). And because tongue piercings genuinely close up within seconds and I didn't have a replacement bar, I had to let it go đ
Maybe I'm too much of a glutton, or my anatomy isn't that compatible (it always felt like it was pierced too close to the tip of my tongue), but I still kinda miss it
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love a cold rainy grey monday morning running on 4 ½ hours of sleep with nothing to do in the office bc 50% of the people working here have either 1) already fucked off for the holidays or 2) no computer problems annoying enough to call us. yay pre-winter holiday season!
time to make some tea and read shakespeare
#love it when everything works#that means i don't have to answer calls and e-mails and won't be Perceived#addi.txt#addi does IT things
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18:38 - Adelaide (Addie) Finch
Heya Phil, just wondering if you got your health check sorted? Where you were under the weather we need it on your record as evidence that youâre fit for field work again. Otherwise the board will⌠Be the board.
- @cod-hr-admin đť
19:43 - Phillip (Phil) Graves
Hey Addie.
No I... I haven't gotten my health check sorted yet. I forgot who I was supposed to go to and besides, I'm fit for field work again. Otherwise I wouldn't be going to field ops under orders of brass.
I have time to swing by the office if need be, just let me know what I need to give.
#call of duty#phillip graves#rp ask blog#cod modern warfare#cod roleplay#cod mw2#cod phillip graves#cod mw3#phillip answers#Addie COD HR
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Wouldn't excessive consumption of energy drinks lead to heart attack?
With what heart?
Jk jk!
Clover TRIES to not ACTUALLY drink way too many! As long the food/drink gives them sufficient stamina to operate itâs okay!
But hereâs the thing, Clover if they please, can or cannot eat ALL food just for fuel. Because technically, itâs only optional.
What I mean, is that Clover CAN eat/drink foods other than energy drinks, itâs just Clover prioritizes their energy, even though itâs not that necessary. Since Flowey could just assist them with body movement.
Even if Clover DOESN'T eat any energy foods/drinks(If it's just for hunger). Clover can still do small movements, it's just that bro becomes VERY WEAK for 2 hours without eating/or gets drained from energy, that it looks/feels like they aren't functioning.

#Rekindle Justice au#Rekindle Justice#uty au#uty clover#ut yellow#Undertale yellow#*Addie answers#Undertale Yellow au#Revived Clover au#uty#uty spoilers#undertale yellow spoilers
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OK but why didn't tatosona get a coffee/hot choco...give that sweet potato one rn >:(
tatosonaaâŚ. questionable creature drinking ginger tea đ that is your fellow rootcrop
#finally viewed a mirror to check where my mole placements are đ#iâll drop the small ref some time maybeee idkđ#tatosona#digital art#taters doodles#answers#addietot#âď¸addieâs intrusive thoughts
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The God who answers after dark â
One - Remember:
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
Summary: Time has slipped through your fingers since that last encounter with himâthe one where he showed you a side of intimacy you hadnât known before. His touch lingered long after he left, a haunting reminder of what it felt like to be close to someone in ways you couldnât fully comprehend. Youâve tried to push it all aside, to erase the memory, but the ache of his absence runs deeper than you expected. Forgetting, you realize, only sharpens the memory, bringing it back with an intensity that leaves you torn between longing and pain. Every attempt to move on is met with flashes of that night, where your body remembered even when your mind resisted. The confusion wraps itself around you, a constant reminder of the vulnerability he exposed in you. You want to let it go, to find peace in his departure, but the harder you try to forget, the more vividly it returns. Remembering, it seems, is a cruel paradoxâyou cannot forget without confronting everything that you wish you could erase.
Tags&warnings: Jungkookxfemreader, fluff and a bit of smut if you would call it that?!?? Jungkook is obsessed with reader, a bit delusional. Flashbacks, descriptions of penetration. MDNI!!!
Word count: 2k+
Note: took me forever to post this, my bad lol I was procrastinating. Doesnât have that much smut because idk Iâm genuinely tired LOOL? Iâm more for fluff nowadays.
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The God who answers after dark â series master list: Here â â â â â â
You found yourself waiting for the darkness.
Unsure of which one.
The one that lulls you towards a dreamfell night. Where you feel the most comfortable as the stars and moon shine through your window. Where you feel as if itâs just you, the world so still, so silent.
Or the one that races through your mind like water down/through a stream. That reminds you of the night itself. Everywhere you went he was there. You could feel him all around you just like the night you shared together.
He was in the air embracing you
He was the moon constantly changing, revealing different phases of himself with every passing day. He was the odd comfort you felt when you were out amongst the dark sky.
He was the darkness
You missed both.
Falling asleep before the night even came. And too stubborn to call out his name.
A name that you gave him once when you were younger, that he held onto years past that.
The night was as warm as his touch on you that night. The wind gentle like his hold on you. The breeze caressing your skin like how he did, so effortlessly, it felt right.
Youâd never admit you was waiting for a particular presence, as much as you loved the night itself , youâve grown accustomed to something more greater than that.
And even though you could still talk to the wind and the trees like you used to when you were young, itâs not the same as hearing his alluring voice sink into you.
You waited for him to come. Even though you were avoiding him, you hoped he wasnât avoiding you.
You wonder if he never came because you never called for him. Or maybe because youâre just another human in his little game.
So you laid there reminiscing. Other times trying to forget. And even trying to keep those memories forever, as you wrote them in your diary.
And when day came you missed his presence, even though he still lingered around. The sun kissing your skin like how his soft lips once did.
You were angry because everything reminded you of him. You couldnât escape him even if you tried.
So you tried to forget about that night. About him. You decided to forget it and only remember what life was like before.
But what was life like before?
Heâs been around for most of it.
You aimed to distract yourself with any possible thing.
But how could you when you can still feel his touch lingering on your skin. Like a stubborn burn that stings and leaves a faint scar.
Before how he made you feel. Before you knew what a manâs touch felt like, what his touch felt like. Having him on you, all around you, inside you.
But heâs not a manâŚ
Heâs a thing, something so much greater than what youâve imagined him to be. And thatâs what you try to remind yourself, despite you trying to forget him as a whole.
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It was day again.
Youâve forgotten what night feels like. What it looks like. You miss watching the stars decorate the dark sky. You miss hearing the creatures of the night come out. You miss him⌠and you miss the quietness the night brought.
The quietness you wish you heard right now as you walk across the busy campus.
Your thoughts run wild, familiar and unfamiliar faces cross your path as you try to reach your destination.
Youâre sure youâre loosing it when you feel a familiar presence walk beside you, and feel the familiar chill run down your spine when he says, âOut of all the humans Iâve come across, I always manage to find myself drawn back to youâ
You look beside you, once a space of nothing but air now filled with none other than himself.
Youâve been avoiding him as much as you can since the last time you both saw each other. Since you last let him see you in a more vulnerable light.
You didnât know how to deal with the situation, so you did what you did best and that was avoid.
âYouâre not drawn back to me, you simply chose to be here. You can be anywhere in the world and you choose to be on a campus with meâ you mutter bitterly.
âYour tone is distasteful y/n. Nothing like how sweet you sounded when you were calling for meâ
You pause, stopping in your tracks when you catch the smirk on his face.
âWe said we wonât speak about itâ
âYou said my love. I only make deals, not promisesâ
Not wanting to feed in to whatever heâs doing, you continue to walk. Not caring if he follows you or not. Still, you ignore the way you feel when you notice him swiftly make his way back beside you.
Time passes.
Just the sound of endless chatter between the people making their daily route, and the faint sound of cars passing by lingers between you two.
Itâs nice. Itâs not awkward like you had imagined. Tense yes, but when was there ever not tension between you two? It was just right. Like it had been before you both crossed that deadly line. The line you both saw but had never spoke about. The line you had always been curious about, whether you should cross it or not, or let it be just a mere thought you had that you tried to shove to the back of your mind, but would always make itself known whenever you laid in bed thinking of how it must feel to be touched.
âDo you know youâre the only person thatâs ever given me a name?â
You peer at him, waiting for him to continue. Your eyes curious as you study the side of his face, wondering why he decided to say that.
His face carved and structured by none other than yourself, yet you always seem so surprised whenever you see him. So in awe at how oneâs mind can create such a beautiful thing.
He continues, âI told you before that we donât get given names, our only identity is the thing we are, the thing we own. For me itâs darkness. I used to love it, it held so much power. It made me feel like I was worth something. Not until you decided to call me-â
âKookâ you say. The name you gave him as a child feeling foreign on your lips. You hadnât called him that in a long time, deciding to leave that name in the past.
âKookieâ he corrects.
âHm, well I think youâve grown out of that nowâ your tone holds the same bitterness as you continue walking the route to your class.
âI was waiting for you to call on meâ his words linger in the air like the aroma of a freshly cooked dinner - warm, inviting, and comforting, making you feel instantly at home .
Youâre not sure if you sense a hint of vulnerability hidden within his words. His words seeming more cautious as he continues, âI dont see you staying up anymore. You used to be perched by your bedroom window watching the sky, diary in your hand. Why not now?â
You ignore him choosing not to give him the satisfaction of hearing the truth.
Youâll ever admit that your favourite time of the day is night. That you feel less lonely during that time, less worried and less afraid. Youâll never admit that you look forward to a certain presence that accompanies you during that time.
Youâll never.
Even if he may already know, heâs a god after all.
âWhy didnât you call for me?â His hand catches yours, pulling you to a stop. His eyes are dark, waiting for you to answer him. They mimic the stars. Itâs like youâre looking into a galaxy, his eyes holding so many unanswered questions, so many wishes and dreams. You feel yourself falling, falling in everything that is him.
Everything around you turns into night. You feel like youâre stepping on clouds as you get caught up in this little world. Just you and him.
âWhy didnât you call for me?â He asks again and you know it kills him to do that. Pride being one of his main traits.
Thereâs no escaping this. Heâs trapped you.
There was only one other time heâs done this, created a space just for you and him, itâs when you were younger, he took your hand and brought you to this same place, the darkness. It was a way for you to escape your life for a while. He did it without a thought after seeing you cry to him, the hurt in you voice doing something to him that heâs never experienced before. That heâs sure only humans feel.
And now youâre here again, his whole presence surrounding you as his question lingers in the dark.
âWhy did you leave?â You retort.
The corner of his mouth twitches, itâs typical of you to brush off his questions.
âThatâs who I am. Thatâs what I do. I come and go. Iâm not a constant, I obscureâ.
You let his words sit with you, suffocate you, until they seep into your thoughts, twisting your perception, weighing you down with a heaviness you canât shake.
You donât blink when you say, âI didnât call for you because just like you said, You come and go, you obscure. I needed clarity, not shadowsâ your voice comes out fainter than you had hoped.
You force yourself to look him in the eyes, the deep abyss of what you found yourself always looking forward to see. You didnât think it was possible for them to darken, but they do, as well as everything around you.
âAnd yet you still seek those shadows. I know you look for me whenever you see themâ his hand delicately brushes against your cheekbone, slowly making its way to caress your jaw. âMy dear y/n, you fail to realise sometimes clarity isnât always what you need. Itâs the shadows that show you whatâs truly there, hidden beneath the light.â
With his touch still on you, he leans in and whispers, âyou seem to have forgotten, let me remind youâ
And just like that memories of any intimate moment you both shared flashes around you, flooding your mind, surrounding you in a whirlwind of forgotten warmth. But was it really forgotten?
As the memories flood in, suddenly you're enveloped in the darkness of your room. The air between you crackles with unspoken longing. The world outside ceasing to exist as your eyes meet for a moment.
You blink as another memory hits. You reaching out fingers trailing lightly along the curve of his jaw, feeling the coolness of his skin under your touch. The darkness around you stills as his breath catches while he gently cups your face, his thumb brushes against your cheek with a tenderness that speaks volumes. The space between you two tightens, your breaths mingling as his lips brush yours, forming into a kiss that is soft and reassuring, filled with a promise of deeper want, need.
âDo you remember my love?â
How could you forget? The way your kisses deepened as you pulled him closer to you with your fingers threaded through his hair. The way your pussy would throb just from his mere presence alone. The way his fingers worked on your body, playing you like one of his instruments you know he loves.
He knew your body so well, even when you were still trying to figure it out yourself.
A flashback runs through your mind every few seconds. Filled with images and feelings of what was and what could have been.
His cock slowly fills you, stretching you, every inch making you feel how tightly your body grips him. He's the only one who's ever had you like this, the only one to feel your warmth, to claim every inch of you. You were so wet and ready. Your moans mix with his, rising together in a rhythm, a breathless symphony that fills the space between you. Each thrust draws out another note, a melody of shared pleasure, building in intensity as your bodies move in perfect harmony.
His scent surrounds you, rich and earthy, intoxicating in its rawness. He's everywhereâ inside you, around you, filling every inch of your senses. His touch is light, almost ghostly, yet it leaves a trail of heat in its wake, making your skin tingle with anticipation. It's as if even the air between you hums with his presence, leaving you craving more.
You shiver, not from the cold but from the intensity of his gaze as his eyes roamed over you, drinking you in. His fingers brushing along your exposed skin. You remember the way your breath hitched when his mouth followed, hot and wet against your skin, his tongue flicking over your nipple in a way that made your back arch, pushing you closer to him.
His other hand, still on your waist, gripped you tighter, pulling you even closer until there was no space left between you.
The feel of his cool, bare skin against yours was intoxicating, sending a wave of chills coursing through your body. Each slow, agonizing stroke made your breath hitch, your pulse quicken. Every touch, every movement, was a reminder of how deeply he held you captive-body, mind, and soul. His hands explored with deliberate slowness, as if he had all the time in the world, drawing out every sensation, every shiver. You could feel the weight of each moment, the way it lingered between you, an unspoken intensity building with each soft caress, until nothing else existed but the raw, electric connection.
Everything comes to a stop and you find your self short of breath, just like you were that night.
Your mind is a whirlwind, unable to distinguish between what's real and what's imagined. Between what youâve lived and what you ache to relive. Heâs left you tangled in confusion, unraveling every certainty you once had. He hasnât just unsettled youâheâs undone you entirely. Heâs confused you, heâs ruined you.
When you escape the chaos of your mind, seeking the comfort of his familiar eyes, you're pulled back to that night you sharedâonly to be left alone once more.
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The God who answers after dark â
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Slade must have serious mommy issues because why is he immediately so hostile towards anyone who's close to Amanda Waller? He's so obsessed with being her number one.
His determination to be Waller's second in command to the point of genuine emotional investment in it is such a batshit choice, but honestly every choice they've made about literally Deathstroke the Terminator in this show is batshit, God bless.
There's so much to unpack about this dude that is entirely unintentional. The fact that he constantly, irreverently, answers any "who are you" question with "we're the good guys" when that's clearly Lane's interior justification, like he finds it funny. The fact that he appears to just have no respect for Lane at all even though he was the one in charge until very recently. And yeah, an attachment to Waller specifically in that he stays at her side and is immediately beefing with Lex for her attention (and apparently doesn't even have any reservations after she admitted in front of him that she deliberately let Livewire escape when that ended with him getting his eye fried out of his head). Hell, why the fuck is he even a part of Task Force X? Was Leslie right, was he originally in the regular military before he got recruited by Waller (or maybe Lane)? Why did he stay? What's his investment in trying to stop an alien invasion? He clearly doesn't have any ideological convictions like Lane and Waller do, and he's not that much older than Clark and co so he clearly wasn't around for Zero Day.
You have given me a 25 year old, clean shaven, white haired even tho he's only just old enough to rent a car on his own, golden eyed version of Deathstroke with the most insane characterization that has ever been given to that character, or honesty any character. Tell me more about him! What's his deal? I wanna know so much more about him, I want an entire issue of the tie-in comic devoted to him specifically. Hell, I've harped on this before, but is he even married yet? I hope he is, I really hope that this fucking guy has a wife and small children at home, I think that's the best thing they could ever do.
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I'm just wondering how the project is coming along? It's been a bit and just hearing that stuff is still moving along and that it's not dead would really help my anxiety, sorry-
Yeah, we're all still working hard to get this project done. :> Sorry about the lack of activity on the blog end, we've all been busy with life for a bit, but we hope to have more info for you all soon. <3
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