#ahh yearning is making me cry again!!

[ventcode]

im sad

but not about anything in particular

just. feeling it i guess

[onlyswan]

summary: in which jungkook’s new lip piercing makes you want to cry, and he can’t live without you.

> established relationship, fluff / word count: 1.4k

> warnings: mention of or*l (f. receiving)

> in which masterlist!

note: heh surprise :D my impulsive, jungkook lover brain couldn’t resist so here’s a little something 🥲

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“why are you looking at me like that?” jungkook nervously asks as the excited beam lighting him up gradually fades. “do you not like it?”

you remain speechless with an unreadable expression written on your face. dumbly staring at the lower right corner of his lips, it is adorned with yet another piercing that makes your boyfriend appear more enchantingly attractive in your eyes — which are, by the way, currently blurry and dazed. your brain is still fuzzy around the edges, short circuiting the longer you observe the silver stud.

it infuriates you, almost, how he still manages to effortlessly drive you crazier for him five years later.

it’s extremely rare for you to fall asleep before 10pm, and to be frank, you hate him for waking you up because you know you won’t be able to go back to sleep until 3am no matter how tired you are. and you’re still not quite certain if you’ve already registered that your consciousness has been rudely pulled back into reality; because then again, you’ve always been obsessed with his lip ring, maybe unhealthily so, and it wouldn’t be a stretch to assume that you’d dream of him surprising you with a new piercing just beside it.

however, there is a particular reason that holds you back from strongly wishing for that to come true.

“but you loved the ring, even the eyebrow ones… did i pick an ugly placement this time?” he wonders out loud with a frown, confused that his surprise didn’t receive the type of reaction he expected.

when he tries hard enough, he can picture them vivid enough to draw from memory… your eyes glittering with awe and adoration each time he presented himself with a new piercing or tattoo. you, showering him with love and praises that erased every ounce of anxiety he had about his life-altering decisions that usually came in the aftermath. what others would call impulsiveness, you named his fearless self-expression.

“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”

with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.

“why did you get it there? we’re not allowed to make out again until it’s healed!” you pettily complain with a drawn-out whine, knees bumping against his thighs as you bounce your crossed legs in bitter vexation.

“oh, shit.”

in real time, you witness the realization comically dawn on jungkook’s face, flabbergasted that in the thick haze of his excitement, he forgot about this excruciating restriction during the extended healing process. in his defense, it’s been forever since he got his first lip piercing.

oh, he’s in so much trouble.

he stares back at you, frozen and unblinking as he slowly speaks with a guilty wince. “ahh, you’re right… i must be out of my mind… i can’t eat you out, too… fuck, how did i survive this back then?”

the genuine innocence lacing his voice only fuels your urge to curl into a ball and cry in frustration. yearning for his touch while he’s not physically present is one thing, but this is much, much worse.

“stop talking.” you glare at him, angry eyebrows contrasting the puffiness of your face caused by sleep.

“you’re so adorable.” the endearing sight elicits a breathy chuckle from him, followed by a small whimper triggered by the pain that spreads on the lower part of his face immediately after. he brushes it off without care, muttering quietly- “come here.”

he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, sinking further into the soft mattress with your weight added on top of him. and for tonight, you allow him to manhandle you as he likes, not having the energy to jokingly pretend to argue with him. you wrap your arms around his neck to pull yourself closer to him, only realizing how much you’ve missed him now that you’re skin-to-skin.

“don’t be upset, baby. i’m sorry.” he sweetly coaxes you into a better mood. “i will make it up to you after. i promise. i always do, right?”

with drowsy eyes still trained on the new jewelry that shines from the light of the night lamp, you sniffle and pout at him.

“and we can still do this, remember?”

the world becomes still and quiet, and the oxygen gets trapped in your lungs when jungkook holds your face in between his warm hands, crossing the short distance between you. your eyelids slowly flutter shut, lashes kissing your cheeks as his lips softly brush against yours. languid and tender, slightly sticky from your sleeping mask that smells like candy. he ends the blissful moment too soon with a gentle pucker of his lips, leaving you with a simple peck that will haunt your mind for the weeks to come, as if you’re a teenager who just had their first kiss in the middle of the dance floor.

“hmm, see, baby? not bad?” he says quietly, pads of his thumbs tenderly stroking the apple of your cheeks.

jungkook is too persuasive for his own good. the memories of you suffering last time are clouded with the new sweet memory he just orchestrated, and you’re almost convinced that it truly might not be that bad after all.

“but we need to be veeery careful like that for now, understand? so it’ll stop hurting and heal fast.”

and just like that, you’re a little more awake.

“does it hurt a lot? did you bleed a lot?”

hearing him say that he’s in pain made you worriedly react within a split second. his heart melts, and then breaks into two as he gathers all the self-control in his body not to pepper your face with kisses like he usually does.

“the piercer was good and quick, i didn’t feel a thing. but i’m definitely feeling something now.” he shakes his head, uttering the last sentence humorously.

“of course, it hurts now. you won’t stop moving… let me see.” you scold him with a roll of your eyes, slightly turning his head by the back of his ear to have a better view of the swollen flesh around the piercing.

“how is it doing?” he inquires after a few beats, curious and impatient with your silence.

and that’s when he sees that look on your face, the glittering eyes he was anticipating to meet since he finished his appointment the morning before. you grin from ear to ear, scrunching your nose cutely before giggles bubble from your chest. sheepish with your transparent delight, you hide your face in the crook of his neck, tickling him with your every exhale.

“my boyfriend is so cool, and so handsome. i’m so lucky and proud.”

that’s him. that could only be him.

jungkook, despite being elated by the compliments, can only muster a small shy smile. he carresses your hair lovingly, securing his tattooed arm around you as you threaten to slip off from his lap.

“really?”

“hm, i like it. so much…” you hum, planting a chaste kiss to the sensitive spot on his neck. “you’re always putting me through this, making me want to kiss you more all the time. this is so unfair.”

“baby, please. behave for me?” he mutters, squeezing his eyes shut as if he’s in unmaginable pain. in his dramatic mind, currently flooded with love chemicals, he is. “if you keep talking like that, i will really end up risking an infection.”

you lift up your head to show him a grimace of disgust. “ew, pull it together. i wouldn’t want to kiss you with that.”

“tsk, you’re such a brat.” he calls you out with a pointed look, lightly smacking your thigh, revealed by your shorts that has further ridden up, before kneading the soft flesh under his large palm to soothe it.

you teasingly stick out your tongue in response, breaking out into laughter. and not so subtly, you squeeze your thighs together, grasping his wrist in a futile attempt to control the frenzied butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“have you cleaned it?”

“not yet.”

“then let’s do it. i’ll help you.” you climb off his lap as you eagerly tug at his arm, planting your feet firmly on the ground. “love, hurry- hurry. i want to see it in better lighting.”

exhausted after an eventful day, jungkook limply flops down, occupying the side of the bed that you’ve kindly warmed up. “you can go ahead. i’ll follow you after five minutes.”

“ugh, no, you won’t. you’ll fall asleep if you keep your eyes closed for another thirty seconds, and then i’ll have to wake you up.”

he pops one eye open, and then another, meeting your affectionate gaze with a silly grin because damn, you know him so well.

“i love you… don’t ever leave me. i think i’d seriously die without you.”

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[en-geneisaxx]

'Please don't say that this is the end of us...'

Pairings: Husband!Hoon x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing (you're gonna be on a rollercoaster of emotions lol)

Feat. Jay, Heeseung and Jake of Enhypen, Yeji (Sunghoon's sister), Jin Ae (Y/n and Sunghoon's child),

AND

Reesa (@dollywons), Haze (@pockettwinzz), Reina (@rinbowaman), Rin (@diorsyun), Nessa (@heeslomll), Aeri (@heeslut4life), Aria (@jaylaxies), Julia (@jak3slut), Rae (@hoonieshoneymain) (SORRY IF I GOT YOUR NAMES WRONG 😭)

Tagging my moots who wanted to read: @pockettwinzz @diorsyun @rinbowaman @heeslomll @heeslut4life @hoonieshoneymain @sungvrhs

Previous parts can be found here:

Part 6

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Preview

A/n: HI HI HIIII EVERYONE!! I'M SO SORRY I HAVEN'T BEEN POSTING MUCH FICS, I HAD A WRITER'S BLOCK MOMENT FOR A SECOND, SO FORGIVE ME 😭 ONCE THE POLL RESULTS COME, I'LL BE FOCUSING ON MAKING A NEW FIC BASED ON THAT PERSON. PLEASE SEND OPINIONS OR THE TYPE OF FIC YOU WOULD WANT FOR IT (I have no idea who's winning rn, don't wanna vote 😅) BUT YH, TYSM TO EVERYONE FOR YOUR SUPPORT, HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

Likes, reblogs and/or following me will be much appreciated!! 😚

Last chapter, part 7:

'𝒀/𝒏, 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆?'

'𝑯𝒂𝒉𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝑱𝒂𝒌𝒆? 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆... 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏.'

You drifted your attention to the churros stand nearby, wanting a sweet treat. You didn't hear Jake's evil, spiteful intentions. The tempting, lying snake hissed:

'𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.'

He successfully did that with ease, which horrified you. And boy, the venom could've killed your happy marriage, almost. Luckily it was your faithful best friend that had it, or you would've been silently tortured with regret for not knowing the truth in his hell. Fucking hell, Jake, no wonder why people say you should run from a scorpio man.

But, let's forget about the shattered past, and focus on the thriving present, you and Hoon crying in each other's embrace, saying words filled with the upmost affection and actions that displayed their yearning for each other.

'Hoon...next time, please, tell me your thoughts, hm? I want to be with you, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.' You desperately plead, not wanting things to go haywire again.

'Mhmm, m'sorry...' He chokes out, clearly affected by Jake's mental abuse.

It was finally back to normal, back to a loving family. You guys could finally sleep in peace, Hoon's toned body moving so elegantly. It was so fast, making up. You even questioned if it was a silly dream. Either way, you wouldn't want to go back. And you weren't EVER going to see Jake enter your life.

'Shh,' whispers Sunghoon cutely, 'let's wake up momma.'

The two loved doing that, waking you up with kisses and cuddles, before playing with each other for a short bit of time. The weather was bright and hopeful, which gave you the impression that, after a hard-fought battle, with determination, you can succeed. What a perfect day to wake up in, you could even cry.

Jin Ae crawls to you, giggling quietly and looking at her father with such amusment. She was like a piece of him, their smooth-riding relationship so wholesome. They both lean in, count themselves to three before launching their weapons of tender kisses.

'Hehe, hello my baby!!' You sleepily smiled, before welcoming the morning with your husband,

'Hello, daddy...' You smirked, knowing damn well how it gives him a dopamine and ego boost.

'Hello my pretty, beautiful, stunning baby wife...' He complimented, laying down and hugging you and Jin Ae, each on both sides of his chest.

'Ahh, my two girls, how lucky I am to have you all.' He kissed the top of your heads, 'Mine, mine, mine, mine, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.' He said the last word like a hungry beast, but immdiately became a cute penguin, baby baekgyu. Jin Ae couldn't contol her laughter at this point, soothing sounds echoing in this haven.

'Baby,' Sunghoon started, pecking the two of you now and then, 'should we go to the park?'

Your jokes were as cringey as his, which is probably why many people were astonished by your humor.

'Which Park, your Mum, your Dad? Jay? Yeji?'

He chuckles whilst dies at your jokes,

'Babe, that was so...wow'

'You can't say much,' You said with a smug smile, 'imagine saying, "𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 '𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒐' 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚".' You came back, knowing he will be overwhelmingly embarrased.

'BABE!! Stoppp, that was one of my worst moments in life, frick Jay.' He whined, but made sure to keep the language child-friendly, knowing Jin Ae can learn quickly.

'Haha, but yeah, we should go to the park, and let's bring Jay and Yeji!'

'Mhmm, they deserve it, AND HEESEUNG. SHOOT, I FORGOT ABOUT HIM! He was like my lifesaver.. We should probably make them gifts...' He agrees.

'I know just the thing...' You said confidently, making Sunghoon look at you, wanting for you to continue,

'FOOD!' You happily shouted, and Jin Ae copied too,

'Food!' She chortled, clapping her hands. Her and Sunghoon's cuteness broke the scales, damn...

'Heyy!! Thanks for tagging us along!' Says the three friends, excited for the payment of their therupatic actions.

'Where are we going?' Yeji asks, trying to contain the urge to just take Sunghoon's card and run off.

'Haha, we'll go to a kbbq place, Heeseung's favourite, especially.' You said, 'Oh yeah, it was Sunghoon's idea.' You grinned, because Sunghoon didn't want others to know how soft he was.

'Awww, thanks bro, come to my place anytime-' He stops, seeing your angry glare, 'OR stay with lovely Y/n right here...' He mumbles, rubbing his nape.

You guys ate like you were famished, finishing the bowl within a few minutes, but the food was definitely worth the hype.

'You know what, I feel like this is a bribe, BUT I'M ALL FOR IT.' Yeji proclaimed, earning a laugh from everyone.

'Y/niee,' starts Heeseung, doing something very unusual with his body...

'Lee Heeseung...' You said slowly with a deep tone, looking as dead as Jay is, who ends up averting his attention to Jin Ae, Yeji and Sunghoon getting stitches from laughing too hard, 'what on earth are you doing' You fake cried.

'I WAS TRYING TO DO AGEYOOOO' Wanting to be six-feet-under.

'But anyways, where we going for dessert?'

The group pondered about the various options, Jin Ae just scribbling on the piece of drawing given by the staff.

'Oh, I know, why not we go and pop over to dollywon's bakery and order from there!' You implied, knowing everyone loves going there.

'YEAH, THAT'S A GREAT IDEA! I love her bakeries' Says Yeji, scrolling on her phone to look for the menu.

'Oh yeah, Y/n, can we go to a library?' Asks Jay, 'I've been wanting to read a few poets and authors'

'Of course! Hoon, you can go to the park with Heeseung and Yeji when that happens, yeah?'

Sunghoon looks offended, 'OBVIOUSLY, I'M NOT LIKE THAT GRANDPA.'

Jay swears in korean, knowing Jin Ae isn't that knowledgeable.

'Right, let's go!!'

'Hi Reesa!!' Greets Y/n, who's happy to see her coquette friend. Y/n orders from her bakery when she's in need of something sweet, sometimes, she wants to take Reesa too.

'Hi Y/n! It's been awhile, I see we have a few costumers!' She notions to the group.

'Yep, all wanting a bite!' You chuckle, Jin Ae's motioning that she wants the chocolate muffin.

'Yup, all done! Thanks Y/n!' Says Reesa. 'Oh, and one more thing...' She takes out the chocolate muffin, 'I see mini hoon has been wanting this.' She smiles. She's so kind, no wonder why Jungwon took her as his girlfriend.

'Mmm,' hums Heeseung in delight, 'this is soooo yummy!'

The three manage to feed themselves, unlike your family. You're feeding Sunghoon like the baby he is right now, and Sunghoon's feeding the real baby. Jay takes a photo, knowing you'll want it in the picture book.

'Right,' burps Heeseung, 'let's go to the park, yeahhh?' He coos to Jin Ae.

'We'll be heading to the library, see you.'

'Y/n, what authors do you recommend? I've been quite busy lately, so I wanted to take reading just to let my imagination run wild.' Jay asks calmly, passing each shelf of books.

'I've got to say, authors like Haze, Rin, Aria, Reina, Nessa, Juila, Aeri, Rae have been taking my time, and it was worth it!' You advised, knowing how good these people are. They're like the rulers of literature, and they certaintly produce the highest-quality works.

'Ah, I have heard of them, and they're works are quite...interesting.' You realise what he meant, and squirmed in embarrassment.

'That's why there are restrictions, dummy!' You hit him, earning a sharp gasp and hiss.

'Ha, imagine if Sunghoon found out-'

'Let's just find a story to read, yeah!?' You whisper shouted, annoyed by his teasing. The Park brothers sure have something in common.

'AHH, JIN AE-AH!! GO, GO!!' cheers Heeseung.

While Jay and Y/n were purchasing books, Yeji and Jin Ae were playing tag, Jin Ae being the tagger. Sunghoon's taken many videos of the moment, wanting to keep this memory.

'We're back!!' Exclaims Y/n, hugging Sunghoon who had his arms out open for you to come.

'Haha, you missed out on some beautiful moments' chuckles Sunghoon, knowing you'll be devastated.

'What!? When..' You whine, but Sunghoon's such a romantic. He back hugs you, places his head on top of yours, intertwinned you fingers with his and says,

'Don't worry, darling. We'll make more beautiful moments, forever.'

A/n: AAAAAH, THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE!! THIS MARKS MY DEBUT AS A WRITER. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE MY WORKS AND I'LL BE POSTING SOME MORE FICS VERY SOON. ILYSM 💗

[soaringmirror]

HIS PLEASURE

a/n: there's never a time where i'm not so horrendously down bad for jean. So here's me thought dumping and if this doesn't land me in horny jail idk what will lmao <3 NSFW MDNI

cw: smut!! oral (m receiving), sub!jean, dom!reader, giving the pretty balls attention, praise, overstimulation, masturbation (m), swearing, face fucking, mentions of saliva and cum. lmk if i missed anything.

wc: 961

rbs appreciated ♡

Thinking about coming home to the sound of jean's heavenly moans and whimpers from the bedroom. Jean always puts your pleasure above his giving you orgasm after orgasm. He loves kissing your inner thighs as his beard scratches against the soft skin. The way he thrusts into your cunt whispering the sweetest yet nastiest words in your ear always making you yearn for more.

Admiring the sight of your boyfriend's face all twisted up in pleasure, you decide that you wanna help him out. "So needy f' me, aren't you jean? You look so fuckin' pretty like this" You smile as you positioned yourself between his massive thighs. Trailing kisses from his abs to his inner thighs, just teasing him like how he teases you.

"Fuck b-babe, just wanna feel you," he pleaded, turning his flustered face away from your gaze. "Ah ah, wanna see you jean," you coo as you reach your hand up to his chin, tilting his head towards you. Taking his cock in your hand you brush the head with your fingertips, while your other hand gives the base a firm squeeze. Jean's lust clouded eyes focus on the way your saliva dribbles onto his length as you begin working your hand up and down in slow movements.

"Relax honey 'm gonna make you feel good," you promised. Head dizzy and body convulsing with sensitivity, Jean's strong hands grip the sheets tighter as you replace your fingers with small kitten licks and kisses on the tip. "y/n please just- fuckk" he whimpers.

"Just what jean? This?" You say as you began kissing your way down his cock and pressing your tongue flat as you lick back up the underside of his length. His eyes squeeze shut, cursing loudly at the overstimulation.

Then you wrap your lips tight around him before sucking him off, taking him deeper and deeper. "You feel so ahh fuckin' good around my cock." He cries. Jean was so obsessed with the way your lips were wrapped around his cock, so nasty yet beautiful.

Your other hand fondled his pretty balls massaging them as he grunts loudly at the contact. His breathing just gets heavier and Jean just can't resist thrusting into your mouth. The relentless stimulation clouding every coherent thought in his mind.

"Fuuuuckkk, yeahhh just like that" he groans throwing his head back, his swollen pink lips parted. You can feel the arousal in your throbbing cunt growing at the sight of him squirming to the sounds of his pleasure, the prettiest whines and moans coming from the man above you. Then you release his cock with an audible pop, continuing to stroke him slowly.

"You like that baby?" You smirk up at him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he can't say anything apart from cry out whorishly because of you. That same throbbing sensation convulses in your pussy again as you admire your needy boyfriend. Another pitiful glance from him is directed down to where you seated, he was practically begging for release.

"You're doing so well for me jean," you coo as if you were mocking him. Of course you weren't done yet. You just couldn't forget about his pretty balls, so big and heavy just waiting to be sucked. Moving down the bed, you take in the sight of his balls while your hands caress his thick thighs and shaft.

The warmth of your mouth engulfed his balls as you began sucking on it lightly, saliva coating it all. You twirl your tongue aginst the flesh before moving to the other, your lewd licks and sucks making his weeping cock twitch and his whines louder.

"Baby 'm gonna c-cum," jean was losing his mind, he couldn't wait anymore and you knew he was about to cum when his thighs shook uncontrollably. "y/n wanna cum down your throat baby, please." The sounds of his moans escaping his lips made you wetter, your panties soaked in you slick.

You latched your mouth around his dick, closing your eyes as his strong hands fisted your hair. Jean thrusted harder and faster until his hips began to stutter. His cock hit the back of your throat repeatedly, twitching as you moaned around his thickness.

"Fuck 'm cumming!" Jean growled, closing his eyes tight. You felt his hot cum fill your mouth as he tightened his grip around your hair. The sting of his grip and his cock twitching in your mouth made you so addicted to him.

You swallowed his seed, the remnants of cum dribbling down your chin. Jean's heaving chest relaxes, low moans rumbling from his lips as he pulls out from your cum filled mouth.

He releases your hair, trailing his hand down your face, stroking your cheek. Bringing you closer to his face, Jean kisses you softly tasting himself on your swollen lips. "Mmm I love you jean," you whisper against his lips. Exhausted, you lean back against his chest and relax.

"I love you too y/n, that was amazing," he smiled. Jean couldn't stop smirking you could tell by his tone which caught your attention. "What is it pretty boy?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jean gripped your chin, tilting your head back so you were looking at his handsome face, "gonna fuck you real good just you wait princess," he promised. You saw the evil glint in his eyes and laughed but you knew he wasn't joking.

"Want you to fuck me real good and hard, I like that," you said, your voice sultry filled with warning. Jean could only chuckle and hugged you tight, burying his head in your neck and shoulder. Sure you were laughing now but deep down you knew he was serious and when has Jean ever broken a promise?

Tagging: @dukina @killerbananas

[scara-hater]

Happy new year!! ♡(> ਊ <)♡ Hope you're having a great holiday 💓💓 I was just gonna ask first if you write for Capitano? If not that's totally fine! (/^-^(^ ^*)/

But if it's possible, I was hoping for a Capitano one of Cuddles and plushies? Cause imagine him being away for years due to some of his expeditions that takes a very long time to complete and imagine too his reaction seeing how much his darling yearning for him 😫

Hehe also a little bit angst/comfort with Venti?? Who's always out and about drinking and coming home late at night. So maybe an argument happened when they're just looking out for Venti before reader decided to make a plushie. It's really up to you 😊💞

I NEVER IMAGINED THIS TURINGING ITN OA SERIES HAAHAHHAHA. yeah, of course! I'm not emmersed in Capitanos' story, so I'll just make shit up.

Sorry for the late post! I had a lot of work for school and I’m so so sorry for how rushed and off this is. I hope you enjoyed it regardless but I do feel really bad.

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Not proofread!

Venti

It is a personal trait of his that no one seems to be bothered by. Every night he sits at the tavern, and every night he forgets that you wait for him.

"Y/nnnnn. Where are you~?” hearing his footsteps near closer, you poke your head out to look down the hall. Seeing him struggle at discarding his shoes, he lifts his to greet you with a closed eyed smile, “ahh there you are! C’mere, I missed you!” Arms opening in expectation of a hug, he pauses when you seat him to take his shoes off for him.

“You’ve come home late, and you’ve been drinking again.” Placing his shoes aside you put your hands on his lap, “I wished to see you-“ “And I’m here!” He says, resulting your head adding more weight to his legs. “Love you can hardly stand.” Sighing to keep yourself calm, you silently rise to kiss his head before speaking,

“I hope you understand that I’m beginning to worry about you.” His rounded eyes never seem to hold any seriousness, not understanding how this affects you.

“But I didn’t have a lot! Promise! so let’s talk about it later, I wanna hold you okay?” leaning forward on his seat, he wraps his arms around your torso, face squishing into you. does he not care even the slightest?

“Okay..”

Nuzzling his body further into you, his muffled voice could only faintly be coherent.

“I’m sorry.” Squeezing you impossible tighter, he feels your grasp loop around his shoulders, the side of your face laying on the crown of his head.

“I know.”

And through his covered vision, he sees it. A delicate little plush that seems to be hand made, most likely by you.

It rests along the windowsill, taunting him for all his wrongdoings. And that’s all it took for an overwhelming amount of guilt to erupt within his chest. how you forgive him so easily?

Lips quivering and eyes shutting to rid the water in his eyes, he starts to cry.

“Nonono y/n, I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, I know, so come home that’s all I ask.”

—

“Oh that? Yeah I made it. You weren’t here often, and I missed you a lot”

“Yeah..but you could have told me! No need for that silly thing!”

You threaten to leave him for your plush often.

Capitano

“In a few weeks time, I’ll be leaving.” His voice was neutral, and his demeanour unreadable. You two were sitting at the table, and he only now decides to tell you?

You understand that his line of work is not merciful to his schedule, but you wished there be a longer advance in when he attends his duties.

Sighing with a smile, you pull the last remaining string to a knot.

“I’ll just make sure this little cutie gets all the attention when you are gone.” Raising the substitute partner for him to see. “But of course I understand that you need to go, just be safe and don’t die on me.” You say kissing his nose.

“When have I ever been in a situation where I’m losing.”

That was 2 years ago, and not a day has gone by where you haven’t been on his mind. Worrying if you are truly okay being alone, not knowing that you are thinking the same.

You know he could very well handle himself, but what if he doesn’t come home this time?

You shake your head to rid the thought.

It was a cold day and you underestimated the weather yet again, you arrived home from a grocery outing are found yourself relieved once you opened the door. Kicking your shoes off at the entrance as your gaze was focused on the task, you were met with the unexpected.

“Welcome home, oh.. if you dress like that you’ll fall ill, how many times must I tell you this love?.”

you immediately freeze, eyes wide as you drop your bag of ingredients. Turning to meet the source, your hands slap over your mouth as you feel tears well in your eyes. Slowly, you walk to the man and hug him as tight as you could. Cheeks mushing into his chest, you sigh. “I missed you.”

Lifting your head and meeting his soft stare, he leans in and kisses your pink tinted nose.

“I’m home.”

“You kept this?” “Leave that alone! That’s my beloved plush.”

“Y/n…. Love, I’m right here.”

[kumeko]

Prompt: I like the war phase of 3 Houses so much for these 2. Something filled with yearning (or the crescendo of the yearning). I like the idea of them liking each other so much but not pursuing until "things are settled", or whatnot. Being scared of losing them. Best friends who pine. Anything like that.

A/N: For LucyGringe for the @claudelethgifts.  I love pining and ahh, these two just spending the war phase yearning is chef’s kiss, I can only hope I wrote it well. I feel like Claude would know it’s mutual, while Byleth would be a bit more in the dark (even to her own feelings). Does that make it harder? Easier?

It was a bit hard to figure out how to connect this until I went for a “five times he grabbed her hand and the one time she grabbed his” format.

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The ring weighed heavily in his pocket.

1

They were in the middle of a war, a simple fact that Claude had to remind himself of over and over again. He’d spent five years in this war, had fought and bled and killed as the months and years passed.

Despite that, it was all too easy to forget the calluses on his fingers as he walked in the forest. Around him, his former classmates chattered, dappled in shadow and light, and if he squinted, he could almost see their teenage selves. They could be returning from a class mission instead of a bloody battle.

It was all Byleth’s fault.

Claude peeked at the woman by his side. She didn’t look a day older than when she’d disappeared. Maybe he’d slipped back in time, turning back the clock to when the worst opponents he’d faced were bandits instead of former allies. When he could justify the blood that had stained his hands.

He wasn’t the only one feeling this way. A jovial mood filled the air as his friends reunited for the first time in years. Leoni led the pack, smirking as she taunted Hilda and Lorenz. “Your attacks were sloppy.”

“As though yours were refined.” Lorenz scrunched his nose. Despite the mud and blood streaking his robes, he still held a dignified aura about him.

“Ugh, you’re making me agree with him,” Hilda bit out, grumpy. She snapped at Leonie, “That’s really the first thing you say to me in months?”

Behind them, Ignatz rubbed his neck shyly as he glanced at Marianne. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Marianne flushed and gave a soft smile. “M-me too. I think so too.”

“I missed you guys!” Raphael shouted as he wrapped his arms around Ignatz and Lysithea, dragging them into his embrace. Somehow, he’d grown bigger, more muscular, a feat that Claude hadn’t thought possible.

And on the exact opposite end of the spectrum, Lysithea hadn’t even gained an inch. She hissed, “Get off me, you big oaf!”

Though he’d never admit it aloud, Claude had missed this banter. There wasn’t really any room for it when all of Fódlan was in flames. And he wasn’t the only one to think so—from the corner of his eye, Claude watched as Byleth’s lips twitched, her expression softening as she studied her former students. A far cry from the old days, when she’d been hard to read.

Or maybe he’d just gotten better at it.

“Whatcha thinking, Teach?” Claude asked, the old moniker slipping off his tongue out of habit. He hadn’t said her nickname in ages and yet, it was impossible to think of her without it.

“It’s really been five years,” Byleth replied, finally turning away from the group to him. Her eyes widened slightly, as though realizing something.

She’d left an easy opening, and he couldn’t resist. “I couldn’t tell looking at you.”

Byleth didn’t seem to hear him. “You’re taller.”

“That’s old news now, Teach,” Claude teased. Their growth spurts had come and gone, and he’d almost forgotten how short he’d used to be, how they’d used to be on the same eye level. “Is that all you noticed?”

“No…” Byleth studied him, overly serious for a throwaway comment. Whatever she saw, she frowned. “You know battle now.”

“You’ve seen me fight before.” Claude raised a brow, not quite following.

She pursed her lips, considering her words before replying, “You know of war.”

He wondered if it was that obvious. He wondered what signs he’d shown, that they’d all shown.

He wondered when she’d first learned the lessons he kept learning every day.

“In ways I wish I hadn’t,” Claude replied wryly. He glanced at his friends in front of him. Even the way they walked was different, their steps quieter, their bodies tense. They were always ready for a fight these days. “Maybe we can keep up with you now.”

“I liked it better when you couldn’t,” Byleth replied honestly, clenching her fist.

“Me too.” But if Claude had wanted easy and comfortable, he would have gone home to Almyra, leaving Fódlan to clean up its own messes. Or maybe he’d have never crossed those mountains in the first place. “But it’s our choice.”

Byleth’s frown deepened as she clenched her fists tighter. Despite her feelings, she didn’t say anything, just walking quietly next to him. Rocks and twigs crunched underfoot, the rest of his old classmates’ bickering fading into a soft murmur.

This wasn’t how he wanted Byleth’s first day back to go. There was plenty of bad to deal with as it was. If only for now, if only for this moment, he wanted her to be happy.

Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around her balled fist, squeezing lightly. “Glad you’re back, Teach.”

Byleth glanced down, then at him. Her eyes were as green as the forest and she offered a rare smile. “Me too.”

Something in him tightened at her expression.

Before he could say anything, he heard shouts in the distance.

“Another fight?” Hilda complained, readying her axe.

“That’s what war is,” Claude quipped as he reluctantly let go of Byleth’s hand. “You survive one fight just to get into another one.”

2

If the rest of Fódlan was still in the middle of a war, the monastery was stuck in the aftermath of one. Even now, years later, it was still a mess of rubble and scorched bricks, the academy no longer the same as it had been in his youth. The rebuilding had been slow, with only key structures needed to house their soldiers rebuilt. Wild flowers and grasses grew along familiar paths, nature reclaiming what had been abandoned.

If it was this hard for him to see, he could only imagine how much harder it was for her. Dismayed, Byleth trailed after him as he guided her to where the dorms used to be.

“We haven’t had time to clear this up,” Claude explained, a paltry excuse. Broken glass crunched underfoot and he winced. “Nor the resources.”

Byleth’s jaw tightened. “That’s war.”

“That’s war,” he agreed with a sigh.

As they passed by the pond, Byleth stopped by the dock. Kneeling, she reached over the side and skimmed her fingertips on the cold water. “It’s shallower.”

“It is?” Claude stared at the murky waters. He could just see their reflections. It had never been this quiet here before—even outside of the big fishing tournament, there had always been a few students hoping for a big catch. Flayn had almost drowned once, trying to use her hands instead of her rod, and Seteth had almost banned everyone from getting within a meter of the shoreline. “Good eye, Teach.”

“It’s not my eye.” Byleth stood, wiping her hands on her pants. “It was just yesterday for me.”

“Yesterday…” Part of Claude still couldn’t believe she’d slept through the past five years. Despite all he’d seen, it still felt too fantastical, too magical. But there had been nothing logical about how she’d disappeared and returned, about how her hair turned green or even how she always seemed to already know when an attack was coming.

More importantly, he couldn’t deny the truth in front of him. Byleth really hadn’t aged a day since he’d last seen her. Her knowledge of the present was abysmal and even hermits knew of the current state of affairs.

“Then maybe you can help with the rebuilding,” Claude suggested, keeping his voice carefully upbeat. He nodded in the direction of the main hall. “Lysithea hasn’t found the blueprints and it’s a little harder for the rest of us to remember where everything was.”

“I thought there weren’t enough resources?” she asked.

“This is headquarters now.” Claude gestured at the academy behind him. “And you’re Rhea’s heir apparent, or so the true believers say, so…might as well. It’ll help raise morale.”

“…Rhea.” Byleth bit her lip, glancing at the direction of the church. Despite Edelgard’s best efforts, it still stood strong, the towering walls peeking over the rest of the academy. “Is…my father…”

Claude knew what she meant. “He’s still there,” he answered gently.

“Ah.” Claude could guess what she meant. “He’s still there.”

“Good.” While she didn’t run, Byleth’s pace picked up as she headed toward the academy’s graveyard. Luckily, the battle had managed to avoid most of it, leaving Jeralt’s marker untouched by the forces of war or the tides of time.

Well, not entirely. Weeds grew around the gravestone. He’d have to make sure to clear this out later.

Not minding the overgrown grass or mud, Byleth knelt in front of the marker, her fingers gently brushing her father’s name. “It all happened so fast,” she murmured, her fingers tracing the a. Her eyes were dry. “Too fast.”

In more ways than one. Claude remembered losing Byleth once, remembered her returning, remembered the earth disappearing underneath his feet as she vanished once more. There had been little time when it had all gone down. Jeralt had died. Edelgard had betrayed them. Dimitri had gone mad.

He’d spent five years with regrets, his chest heavy with all the things he’d never said.

And now Byleth had survived and he still couldn’t say them.

“Now’s the time to go slow,” he said instead, kneeling next to her. Had he always been this much of a coward? He covered her hand with his. “I’m here, if you need me.”

3

Claude grinned as he sat down in his old seat in the Golden Deer classroom. The layout was different, but there were still tables and chairs, still a blackboard and a desk, and that was more than enough to feel like he was back in class. Out of all the repairs, he had looked forward to this one the most.

For almost a year, this classroom had been a home of sorts.

“It’s been ages since I sat here,” he said, sprawling across the table. It was still an uncomfortable spot for a nap, but if he turned his head just so, he could discretely watch Byleth as she examined the room.

She ran her fingers along the desks before approaching the blackboard. “What will this be used for now?”

“Nothing much,” Claude admitted. If he closed his eyes, he could smell chalk in the air, hear the chatter of his classmates. “Strategy meetings, I guess. Leonie and Raphael just couldn’t stand seeing it destroyed so they fixed it up whenever they had the free time.”

Byleth pressed her hand to the blackboard. She didn’t look at him as she asked, “And the other rooms?”

He had never spent too much time in the other classrooms, but he could still picture them now. The crimson red of the eagles, the vibrant blue of the lions—Dimitri’s flustered smile when he was teased, Edelgard’s sharp smirk whenever she had a comeback.

A better memory than Byleth’s sword, red from Edelgard’s blood, the tatters of Dimitri’s blue cape as he fought like a man possessed.

Regrets that he couldn’t think, let alone voice.

“They’re still in disrepair,” Claude finally replied, sitting up.

Byleth didn’t say anything but her shoulders slumped slightly. With a quiet sigh, she tapped the blackboard. “I never knew what to write when I was up here.”

Claude chuckled. “I could tell.” With how awkward her first few weeks as teacher, it was easy to tell how unprepared she was for it. “Why’d you accept the position?”

“I don’t know.” She turned around, her eyes meeting his. “I just felt…I had to. That something might change if I did. Why’d you ask me to come to your house?”

“Because I knew something might change if I did,” Claude echoed. Though, he had expected Fódlan or his house to change, not himself. Feeling mischievous, he grinned. “You know, we never finished our classes, Teach.”

“That…” She pondered, crossing her arms as she leaned against the board. “No, we didn’t.”

“And we didn’t really graduate,” Claude continued, walking over to her slowly.

She squinted at him, sensing a trap. “That’s true.”

“Then…” Claude smiled innocently. “Maybe you should give your last class. Just to wrap things up.”

Byleth shot him a dubious look. “…no one else is here.”

“It’s a private lesson,” he cajoled, ready to counter any objection. He grabbed her hand. “You wouldn’t leave a student in need, would you?”

“You don’t actually need it,” Byleth pointed out, but she couldn’t hide her own smile as she figured out his game. “You’re leading the army just fine.”

“For how long?” Claude wiped an imaginary tear. “What would my grandfather think about his uneducated heir? What about our men?”

“Fine.” It was faint, but he heard a laugh as she nodded. “Just one.”

4

It was strange to study again. Claude sat in the monastery’s library, a stack of books around him, the musty smell tickling his nose. Most of the library had survived the fire after the Adestrian Empire had attacked, from the books down to the literature, and he spotted more than a few doodles on the table from bored students decades past.

And in the book he was reading too. History made a good teacher for tactics, though someone hadn’t told the kid who’d drawn a stickman running on the bottom of the book. Repressing a sigh, he peeked over his book at his companion.

Next to him, Byleth hunched over the table, her brow furrowing as she examined the continent’s map. As a student, he’d never imagined learning with her. War and time had a funny way of making everyone equals. For all of her fighting expertise, Byleth had five years of geopolitical changes to catch up on before she could help spearhead any attacks.

Her knees knocked into his as she sat back to compare the map with an open book.

Claude grinned and tapped her shoulder. When she turned to him, blinking owlishly, he poked her forehead. “Don’t scowl too much. It’ll freeze like that.”

Her lips pursed as she considered his words. “How?”

Half a decade of sleep hadn’t made her any better with jokes. Claude shrugged and laughed. “I’m not sure, actually. It’s just something my mother used to say.”

“Oh.” She turned slightly, considering him. Her arm brushed his. Propping her chin on her hand, she asked idly, “Is that why you’re always smiling?”

“I wouldn’t say always,” he answered, mirroring her posture. It felt childish but when her lips quirked, he knew he’d made the right move. “But smiles work better than frowns. You can get more done.”

Byleth’s expression softened. “…Jeralt said something similar before.”

Claude winced. He hadn’t expected that landmine. “He did?”

“Yes.” Despite his fears, she didn’t appear down. Fondly, she recounted, “He used to say, ‘It’s easier to get clients and a bonus if you’re approachable.’”

Now that sounded like a mercenary’s advice. Claude laughed. “He wasn’t wrong.”

“He rarely was.” Byleth nodded. “I wasn’t very good at it.”

“You’re still not good at it,” he teased. “That’s what you have me for.”

She smiled. “Yeah, I do.”

He could only watch as she straightened and reached for her book once more. Byleth had always been blunt and straight to the point, but…this was something else. Something different. She smiled more. Talked longer. Sat closer. Even now, as she pulled her book closer, he could feel her proximity, the way her arms grazed his whenever she adjusted her position, the way her hand lingered when she handed him her map.

“Who has the Ordelia territory now?” she asked, looking at him with her bright green eyes. Even the way she looked at him had shifted to unfamiliar territory.

Claude had never thought of himself as a scholar, not in the way Lindhardt had been, but he knew Byleth well enough to write a paper.

And he knew this truth: She liked him.

Unfortunately, that led him to his second conclusion: he couldn’t push this any further. Not now, not with the weight of Rhea’s position on her shoulders, not with the fate of the war riding on their efforts.

“The empire, but it’s a little more tricky than that,” Claude replied, resisting the urge to grab her hand when she pulled back. “Never thought I’d be the one teaching you, Teach.”

He’d swallowed his words five years ago. He could do it again.

5

War killed; a fact that was all too real as Claude stared at the very injured Byleth. Lying on her cot in her tent, blood matting her hair to her face and staining her armour, she was barely conscious as Manuela took care of her. The older woman huffed as she chanted under her breath, her hands glowing as she healed the worst of Byleth’s wounds.

“You shouldn’t be in the vanguard like that,” Manuela barked, irritated as she inspected Byleth for further injuries. Despite her sharp tone, her hands were gentle as she poked and prodded.

“Someone has to be,” Byleth replied tiredly, raising a hand to cover her eyes. She groaned softly as Manuela touched a particularly tender spot.

“That someone isn’t you!” Manuela snapped, her touch turning rough from irritation as she finished checking Byleth. Claude had a feeling their wine inventory was about to miss a few bottles. “You’re too important to fight every mercenary that we cross. You’re our leader!”

“Claude is,” Byleth argued feebly.

Manuela snorted. “Please. Don’t try to wiggle your way out of this.”

Claude released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when Manuela straightened and stepped back. “All’s good?” he asked, somehow managing to keep his voice from cracking.

“For now.” Manuela crossed her arms and glared at Byleth. “If not for yourself, think of me! It’s tiring patching you up!”

Byleth gave her a flat stare before nodding. “I will.”

“Just do it. Why are all of my patients masochists?” Manuela groaned, running a hand through her hair. “Make sure you don’t overexert yourself—I fixed most of the injuries but there’s a few that need to heal naturally.”

“… yes.” Byleth agreed.

“Are you just saying that? I heard the hesitation!” Manuela whirled to Claude, fire in her eyes. He took a step back defensively as she jabbed his chest. “You. Make sure she gets her rest.”

He’d have done it even if she hadn’t asked. Claude forced a grin. “Aww, you trust me now?”

“Not a bit, but you’re better than her.” Manuela picked up her staff and stalked past Claude. “I’ll leave the rest to you.”

Claude winced as she stomped out, no doubt heading toward the supply tent. Well, just this once, he’d overlook it. It had been a bad fight. Their healers had worked overtime to the point even Lysithea had admitted she was tired.

And Byleth hadn’t so much as lifted her head since they’d brought her to her tent.

Despite the healing, she was still covered in blood, her minor scratches and injuries left untended. Manuela claimed that it promoted natural healing. He’d long suspected she was just too tired to do it all. Quietly, he perched on the cot next to her, trying and failing to put words to his feelings.

His heart was heavy. Heavier than his unsaid words, heavier than the ring that had sat in his pocket for the last few weeks.

Byleth lowered her hand, staring back at him. Her mouth opened, as though to say something, before she closed it once more.

Those eyes had almost closed forever. “That was dangerous.”

“War is dangerous,” she stated.

He tightened his jaw. She was alive and she was here and part of him had feared that this might be their last time together, that he’d just be left with his regrets. “You don’t have to make it more dangerous. The idea is to come home alive.”

Byleth’s brow furrowed. “I did.”

“This was close.” His voice caught in his throat. Keeping his hands from shaking, he squeezed her hand. She always fought close combat, sword in hand. As accurate as his arrows were, he could only pick off so many enemies before they approached her. All it took was one wrong move, one slip up, and she’d be too far for any aid.

And even Byleth couldn’t come back from death.

But he could tell from how her jaw set that there was no use in telling her that. Byleth was stubborn, ever her father’s daughter, and it would take more than a few words to change that. “Just…be careful,” he pleaded.

Her expression softened and she forced herself to sit up with a groan. Before he could move, she covered his hand with her own, sandwiching it between her palms. “I am, always.”

Her hands were still cold. Claude smiled wryly, not quite believing. “You better be.”

6

Tomorrow, the war would be over.

It was a strange thought. The nightmare of half a decade would soon be over. No, it had been longer than that—their enemy had existed centuries, making their mark in the annals of history. And now, a final one.

Win or lose, the world as they knew it would change after tomorrow.

Maybe that was why he’d convinced Byleth to take one last walk with him through the monastery’s grounds. She’d kept quiet for most of the walk, as they passed by familiar haunts. The repairs had patched up most of the school’s grounds; even the greenhouse’s panes were all replaced.

Byleth stopped in front of the Goddess tower. In the late evening, most of it was hidden in shadow, the upper floors almost impossible to see. Her expression was distant, hard to read. “Do you still not believe in the Goddess?”

“Does it matter?” he asked, standing next to her.

“No…just…” Byleth closed her eyes. “I suppose she wasn’t entirely a Goddess.”

She. Byleth spoke as though she’d known the Goddess. Perhaps she had. Even now, even after all this time, Claude only had question after question for Byleth. There was so much he didn’t know, so much he wanted to know.

But for now, he’d just start with this: “Do you have one now?”

“One what?” Byleth asked, perplexed.

“An ambition.” Claude grinned. “You said you didn’t really have one, back then.”

“Oh…” Byleth turned back to the tower, staring up. The wind blew softly through her hair, making her already messy hair messier. She turned back to him and nodded. “I do.”

“And you’re not going to tell me.” He sighed, faking a pout. “Well, I guess I do believe in her a little then.” When Byleth raised a brow, he covered his mouth in mock-horror. “Teach, don’t tell me you forgot our wish?”

“Oh.” Byleth rubbed her chin thoughtfully before realization crossed her eyes. “Right.”

Now he actually felt a little hurt. “Seriously?”

“Do you want to make another wish?” she asked as a way of apology.

Well, he couldn’t say no to that. Claude sighed. “What to wish for…to win the battle?”

“No,” Byleth said decisively. “We’re going to do that anyways.”

How was he supposed to disagree with that? Claude laughed. “Well, if you’re that confident…”

“For a brighter dawn,” Byleth said, her eyes locked on his.

“That’s poetic.”

“You told me that once.” She stared at the tower. “We’re going to make a better Fódlan.”

Her hand was close and if he wanted to, he could reach across and intertwine their fingers. No, not want, that wasn’t the right word—there was nothing more that he wanted. The ring was still in his pocket, the words stuck in his throat.

But to a fault, Claude had always been pragmatic.  As was Byleth.

And now was not the time.

“To a brighter dawn,” Claude said instead. “And this time, it won’t take five years.”

“It won’t.” To his surprise, Byleth turned and took his hand. “We still have that other promise.”

For once, she’d struck him speechless. “Promise?”

“You told me to save you a dance,” she said, gently chiding him. “Now who’s forgetting?”

He burst into laughter. “That’s fair.” Still clasping her hand, Claude bowed deeply. “Will you honour me with a dance, milady?”

If there was one thing Claude had learned, it was that now wasn’t forever. The ring weighed heavily in his pocket, but only for now. His words were stuck in his throat, but only for now.

Tomorrow, come hell or high water, he’d finally take that last step to her side.

[softxsuki]

Hello darling 🥰

Could I request a letter for your Valentines Day Letter Event? I’d like one with Jae-Ha x Fem!Reader please. I’d like if he called me either darling or sweetheart in the letter!

Relationshio Status: We’re in an established relationship for a few years and the Fem!Reader is currently pregnant with their first child 🥺

Tone/Genre: I really want this to be like one of those letters that you'd receive in the old west or during times of war. You know? Where you've been separated for song long and you've waited to hear from your love for months and you finally get a letter from the post office. That kind of tone. Just love, affection, yearning to be together again, tears of joy and sadness, hoping that they'll come home soon, telling them all the things they done and seen, missing them terribly. All the feels.

Location: Not in the current era, but like in the Akayona era where there are no cellphones or electronic commincation. He could be out fighting along with the other dragons or anything else that could be separating them for a length of time.

Other Info: We're both 27. Fem!Reader is a prettt strong woman and she knew that these separations would be part of the deal, but it still hurts her. She just wants him to be safe and come back home to her. She's especially over emotional now with the baby on the way. She loves flowers and he would make them for her when they were together.

Thank you 💚

Jae-ha's Longing Letter To His Pregnant Wife

Valentine's Day Letter Event Pt.2 Masterlist (CLOSED)

Pairing: Jae-ha x Fem!Reader

Warnings: missing someone, crying

Genre: Minor angst, Fluff

Post-Type: Letter

Word Count: 1k

Summary: In which you receive a letter from your husband after not hearing from him in weeks

[A/N: Hellooooooo <3 I wanna thank you for being so patient with me, you're really so lovely. I hope you had a wonderful Valentine's Day! Hopefully you enjoy this!]

Weeks. 

It had been weeks of you waiting to hear back from your husband, Jae-ha. He was out with the other dragons, fighting to make sure you and your new family have a safe world to live in together.

You touch your baby bump, you were still fairly early in your pregnancy, but the hormones were making you very emotional already. You always thought the worst and you had to stop yourself each time you wanted to run from your home to go out and look for him. You promised.

Before he left, which was a few days after you shared the exciting news of your pregnancy with him after seeing the village doctor due to health concerns. You never thought you’d be a mother, nor did Jae-ha think he would ever be a father–at least not before he met you. Yet now all those impossibilities were becoming possible, and it was all thanks to you. 

You had made a promise that you’d stay home where it was safe; that you’d keep you and your future child healthy and at home where nothing could hurt you. You knew better than to put yourself at risk by going out and accidentally running into bandits. Who knows what they’d possibly do to you, especially if they found out you were pregnant. You shudder at the thought.

Thankfully, you’re taken out of your disturbing thoughts by a knock at your door.

“Delivery,” the person says.

You make your way to the door, recognizing the voice of the mail carrier. You had been watching for him everyday, always asking if he had anything new for you, but the answer was always no. Not a word from Jae-ha. But today, things seemed hopeful.

“Is it a letter?” You ask him hopefully, praying for it to be a sign, or anything at all from your husband.

“I think it may be what you’ve been waiting for lady. I hope it is,” the older man winks, passing you the wrapped paper and carrying on to deliver his other packages and letters.

You thank the man and close the door before taking a seat in your kitchen, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the top of the letter. It was Jae-ha;

My Darling Wife,

Ahh, I’ll never get used to calling you that. My wife, my lovely, beautiful wife. The mother to our incoming child. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I’m sorry for keeping you waiting for so long, sweetheart. Things were pretty active for the past few weeks here. It was too risky to send anything to you.

I assure you though, I am okay. We all are. A few scratches here and there, but nothing major. How are you darling? Is our child treating you well? I’ve missed you dearly out here, but as much as I would love to have you here with me, I can’t risk putting you in danger. 

At night I sleep under the stars and hope that the ones I see are the ones you can see as well. I wonder if we are ever looking at the moon at the same time or if our dreams have ever crossed paths, desperate to see one another again. I miss waking up beside you, feeling your warmth in my arms…I can’t wait to be back home with you.

Aside from these hectic few weeks, things have been great. The nice part of being out here is that we’ve been to so many new villages and met all kinds of people. Yoon has his own little collection of books now; the kid is really smart, he’s helped us out a lot. The other guys are the same as always, they told me to let you know that they’re thinking of you and wish you well. 

They can’t believe I’m going to be a father though. Darling, you need to show them your bump when we get back. Then they’ll have to believe it. 

Ahh~ your bump. You’re probably showing a lot more compared to when I last saw you. I feel bad for missing out on the stages of your pregnancy…I’m sorry. 

Thankfully though, things are going well now. We should be heading back home in another week or so. It’s still too long though, just writing this makes me crave you even more.

I love you so much, please keep waiting for me. I’ll send another letter as soon as I can. See you soon, darling.

Your Loving Husband.

Jae-ha <3

PS: We passed through a lovely field today full of flowers. They reminded me of you. I know how much you loved the flowers I’d collect for you, so I picked a few up. They’ll probably be withered by the time I see you again, but I still want you to see them.xx

You can’t stop the sobs that escape your lips, crying even harder as one of your tears smear one of his words. Knowing he was out there fighting who knows who and could potentially never return after getting killed, hurt so much. Especially now with your child on the way.

You were crying in relief as well though. He was okay and things were looking better now. He’d be back in your arms in another week or so. You could do this.

Taking deep breaths, you close your eyes and imagine your husband in your mind. His cheeky smile, his long green hair, his shining violet eyes, the love he’d pour over you all the time. You were his queen and he was your king–a perfect match. Gosh you missed him, but you could do this.

Worrying too much wasn’t good for the baby, and you wanted to ensure your child arrived safely into this world. Only a few more days and you’d see him again. 

It would be hard, but you were a tough woman, you were tough enough to handle the beast that Jae-ha was, you could handle this too. 

You fold his letter and hold it close to your chest, almost wishing you could absorb his words for strength.

“I love you,” you whisper to the wind, hoping it would reach him.

REGULAR REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

Posted: 2/14/2023

[roydeezed]

Okay so a kinda OP 1089 live post as I watch. This is from the perspective of a manga reader so anime only's if you come across this I might hint or talk about something that couod ruin the experience, so beware!

-First of all omfg that opening. So amazing. I remember seeing a tweet from one of the animation staff lamenting that they felt their work was gonna be invalidated. If anything, I hope they see the love people pour into it on a weekly basis and how we enjoy the journey alongside them. Like i think the remakes gonna be amazing for new viewers but the weekly release really gives us the leisure of adventure. It lets us bask instead of throwing us into a plot heavy rush.

-And nothing proves that better than the extended look at the strawhats as they discuss luffys dreams. Their expressions and thoughts. Just those extra seconds of living with the characters was so fun. Also it makes me so curious about Luffys dream once again. Ok so like he has to be the king of the pirates to achieve it right? So the free-est person on the sea? What could be beyond that? Free-est person in the universe? Are we getting space hopping Luffy?

-And then the gorosei talking about it being Sabos destiny that he is there. Hmmm. Ive been thinking about destiny recently and its really interesting how that comment lines up with my thoughts.

-and lulusia! The king is literally Vlad the impaler. And the mother flame impales the land. Makes me wonder if Mihawks from there. Also, what a horrific sequence.

-can't forget to mention that Sabo's transponder has a scar! Idk if this is a popular theory or idea but seeing him in colour really makes me want him to awaken blues flames, something that burns hotter thans ace.

-omg the eyecatchers(is that what they're called?the things in the middle of the episode. Where they cut for ads. Its been so long since ive watched anime properly, im sorry 😭) Are so adorable!

-the banter between zoro and Sanji! The crew working the ship! Love!

-but like also this reminds me why I love Sanji and Zoro as the wings. Sanji is the tactics and Zoro is the reason. Both things luffy lacks. And even extending to the rest of the east blue crew, Nami appeals to a heart and will, remember the Cracker fight. And her whole existence in supporting her village was about her strength of will. And Ussop represents both caution and bravery. Just as much a willingness to stick back and observe as with Sugar as dive in like GOD Ussop. They're facets that Luffy's never had.

-ahh my son Chopper is so cute! And robin 😍. And Luffys red nose and cheeks! Sorry for being a canadian but ah I miss winter! Right now where I live this time of year should be blizzards and flurries but the streets barely have snow on them and I yearn! I yearn! At least my beloved Straw Hats can experience it for me!

-afro power makes a return! Also so interesting that Bonney looks like she emerges from the sun. Chopperemon will save all! And Luffy is so adorable sitting on Sunny's head🥰

-Did i cry at the ending? Uhh yeah. I'm a human being. But like for reals, from calling back to the first ending to the flashbacks to the recruiting!!!

Okay, I'll end it here! Bye!

[luckydragon10]

Hello Nemi! *throws heart confetti on the floor*

THE SHIP HAS HAPPENED, WE GOT KISSES HELL YEAH

Oh my god so much happened this chapter I am so well fed ejzjsjdn

So first of all - more jealous Kinn and I indeed snorted it like cocaine

Tay and Kinn affectionately bullying Porsche and Porsche getting all the dirt from Kinn's youth from Tay? *chief kiss*

Oh OH THE BATHROOM SCENE I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE FROM SQUEALING LIKE AHHH

But also the angst was delicious, I love how you give Tay space to still deal with the impact Time left, like just because we are moving onto the romantic arc with Kinn and Porsche now even deeper then ever Tay still is haunted by what Time does and it still dictates a lot of his thoughts and decisions and idk, I just appreciate it

Also I love how you always describe Kinn's and Porsche's love

Porsche and Tay gossiping together is my favorite headcanon and kisses to you for including it

Porsche being sort of Kinn's handler and meditator - very funny and I love it but also my poor bean Kinn

Kinn loving Tay for such a long time - just break my heart why don't you? The line about him regretting that he didn't go to him after that first breakup? Uh straight to the heart, I'm crying clutching the phone in my arms, cradling it like one would a baby (also i saw something abt something from Kinn's perspective?? I cannot wait untill this angst hits me when you decide to post it 👀👀)

Also ahh the description of Kinn's love hitting Tay - so good, reread it like four times already, can't get enough of it and AHHH Porsche's "you're so easy to fall for" chewing on wood, batshit crazy

Kinn hugging Tay and not letting go so Porsche needs to kiss him over Kinn? Idk just a nice image that warms my heart

Ah ah and the deal making! That was so funny and as Porsche said "rich people" i was like "nerds" very affectionately and I would only like to say that you are included for that statement, Nemi you little adorable nerd

Anyway thank you so much for writing the chapter - I loved it! See you on the next one hahaha

Have a good day/night Nemi 💕💞

WE HAVE A SHIP! \o/ Long may it sail!

There can never be too much possessive Kinn, at least not in my books. And as long as he's demonstrating claim and not actually being controlling, I will roll in it like catnip. 😍

And look, there is just gonna be so much loving bullying going on in this ship, it's ridiculous. Outsiders will look at it and ask "how does that even work?" but after watching the dynamic for a few days, they slowly catch on.

But also the angst was delicious, I love how you give Tay space to still deal with the impact Time left, (...)

Look, look, about Tay and the impact that Time left, I just started thinking about it and there were so many potential ramifications that it hurt my heart. What does it mean to love someone like that for so long? To stick with them when they never really quite love you back the way you need? When I explored it, I just thought "oh, that would impact self-esteem in a big way, obviously."

One thing I also wanted to get across is that the relationship between each of them is very, very different. Kinn and Porsche sort of always have this power struggle going on, and it's INTENSE. They burn so brightly. And between Kinn and Tay there's soooo much history and things left unsaid and longing on Kinn's part and longing-mixed-with-self-doubt on Tay's, and again, it's INTENSE, but in a very different flavor, more classic romantic/yearning. Meanwhile, between Porsche and Tay? It's just so deliciously easy, calm and soothing, a friendship-love that's a balm to both their hearts, something that for once in their lives isn't a struggle.

^_^ It makes me haaaapppyyyy.

Kinn hugging Tay and not letting go so Porsche needs to kiss him over Kinn? Idk just a nice image that warms my heart

Kinn being a big, stubborn baby is also one of my favorite things.

So, Dom, are you ready for tomorrow? ARE YOU READY FOR THE LAST CHAPTER?

(Well, last chapter of this fic, but more ficlets to come in the future as part of the series. 😏)

[otrtbs]

HELLO NAT!!! okay I have a few things to say and I will try to make this short because I have habit is talking too much on Internet BYE

okay so the thing is, I don't just love ahb,,, I ADORE it. like,, straight up adore it. I associate so many things with ur fic and maybe it's little bit insane and unhealthy but it makes me so happy and I'm ATTACHED okay?? it's just THAT GOOD.

now, I've always loved arts. my grandpa is musician, my dad is obsessed with paintings and has collection of books about artists (I have degas' book next to my bed atm), my sister is taking art studies in uni so i've always been close to arts and always wanted to take art studies in uni as well,,, but after ahb??? OH don't even get me STARTED.

that fic changed so many things for me, I became totally different person during summer and even my classmates can see that. I started consuming more information about paintings as well and discovered paintings that now I simply adore (the kiss by hayez, death and life by klimt (all credit to ahb for this one), the storm on the sea of galilee by rembrandt (watched documentaryabout gardner heist, LOVED IT), the angel in the sun by turner and SO MANY MORE!!) and all of it happened because of YOUR fic

all of this is exactly why I absolutely lost my shit and legit CRIED when I saw that u read my fic,,, it just means so so much I simply can not put it into words. I hope I don't sound too dramatic when I say that you, quite literary, changed the way I viewed arts and some other things as well with your fic and it just means a lot that you read something I created and most importantly - you LIKED it?? OH yeah imma go CRY again /pos

obviously that's not everything I have to say but it's 3 am and I have school tomorrow AND I don't wanna bore you too much with my rantings sooo I guess that's main things I wanted to say.

(OH and I absolutely LOVED new chapter of tcb!! you're amazing.)

ahh hello!! (I also talk too much on the internet,, rambling is my favorite so I see you and I am you haha)

first, I want to say you have no idea how much it means to me to know that my fic had a positive impact on you oh my goodness :,)) i am so happy that you love art heist, and that it makes you happy, and that it led to you looking into art more (let me cry for 284858201 years,, my heart is so FULL :,)) )

second!! THE KISS BY HEYEZ that’s such a good one!! ALSO THE ISABELLA STEWART GARDNER HEIST I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME !!! i want it solved !!! i want to know !!!!!! I WANT THE PAINTINGS BACK!!!!

also YEAH UR FIC WAS SO GOOD AHHH

i love love love unrequited Bartylus and ur fic had regulus AND barty yearning :,( my feeble heart i adore both of them so much <333 if you ever write a follow up please lmk so I can read it !! haha (absolutely no pressure though!! ur fic is wonderful as a stand-alone!!)

i cannot thank you enough for your kindness and the love you’ve shown art heist, baby! :,) i hope you get a good nights sleep and you have a good day!!!! (also you could never bore me, this I can promise)

(also, also ahhh thank you so so much for reading tcb! I’m so glad you like it <33)

okay, thank you again for sending this wonderfully kind message ahhh good luck with school :,) <333

[midnightsinlove]

💌💌💌

thoughts: like salt from seawater - chapter 3

@bisexualhobi

chapter 3!

So, I started reading this chapter again and remembered why I had to put it down for a moment when it was first released. The conversation Hobi, Namjoon, and Kyungchul have about using safewords and failures and limits felt very personal. Kyungchul is right that it’s important and good that Namjoon can look at his actions and thoughts and say that he made a mistake and that he is a good dom. He’s also right that it takes strength and a lot of trust to be submissive. I think i wrote in my thoughts from chapter 2 (or 1? i think 2) how that trust is so important. You trust the other person to tell you their limits. Yes, nonverbal cues are important and shouldn’t be ignored but you can’t read other people’s minds. And doing something as intense as dom/sub activities - sexual or not - means that you can go to a deeper place with someone else because of that trust. Trust you have in yourself and the other person to talk about it all - likes, dislikes, limits, etc. Yeah, went on a small rant here, but I just kept thinking about a lot of this while reading and rereading the scene with Namjoon, Hobi, and Kyungchul. 

Also - I love the start of the chapter! I find it forever funny when there’s dialogue that can be construed as sexual and it isn’t (especially along the likes of ‘it’ll fit!’, ‘it’s too big’, ‘it’s not too big’, etc.) (and ‘pivot!!’)

I really love this Hoseok. A lot. There’s a lot of myself that I see in him. I think we have different kinds of restraints in how we move in the world. But, I get him. A lot. And it makes me cry sometimes. When they come back from their therapy session and Hoseok goes off by himself for a bit, thinks, then comes to Namjoon later, it’s so so fucking familiar and in a way how I move through life and with people. I think I always worry about timing (for myself and how I am) - being too late, too early, too earnest, too yearning. It was really comforting when Hoseok went back to Namjoon and talked to him about what he was thinking and going through - self-deprecating yes, but also with less ego. I don’t think comforting to my own self, but I was just comforted for him. 

I really thought I wrote it before but can’t find it in my previous posts about this story - but! The feeling of being completely covered/semi-squashed by someone else’s body is just!!! I like that Namjoon knows when to do it to Hobi and how it stills and almost ‘sedates’ him. Their talk after the therapy was so good!! And so important! Very true that these things are far better talked about beforehand and not done on the fly. 

Ahh the build up with Jungkook! whew! 

The night that Hobi gets ready for Namjoon!! pretty underwear for a pretty boy <3 I like how you describe how Hobi feels when he’s itchy and almost crawling out of his skin, how that just builds and builds and piles up inside. And how you described Namjoon and him kissing - using that same underwater feeling but in different ways. It was so soo hot the way the sex scene in this chapter came together. And it also really shows how far they’ve come - the kind of dirty talk Namjoon used and the discussion in between with Hobi saying ‘yellow’ and working it out together. !!! And when Namjoon is fucking Hoseok !!! gah, that’s a good position - absolutely covered and then moved around to the other person’s will.. And their first verbal ‘i love you’s!!! (but ah that little dark thought in Hobi’s head about another bandmate...)

The meal they had for their date at Hoseok’s apartment sounded fucking delicious! the rice pilaf with mushrooms and green onions in particular!! and hoseok pole dancing?!?!? stfu!! amazing!!!!!!!! (pillow princess !! 🥺)

hobi in lingerie!! 💖 the sex scenes that night were hot hot hot!!! i think i read the club scene differently, like that ‘locker room’ talk but i get why 1. it was included and 2. why hoseok took it the way he did - especially with the way the sex scene following went. 

i like how this chapter also cycles back with sex. like that dark thought in hobi’s head to that bit of exhibitionism he gets later with cockwarming, the way namjoon talks about hobi to the others at the club to the lingerie and the way namjoon talks to hobi then, what namjoon says "I wanna live in you” to when they have sex in that private island later and he starts with ““Wanna cut a hole in you and fuck you through it.””. 

it took me a second, but the way they were in spain!! i just knew, based on the story title alone, that it was going to end with them there. when hoseok thinks ‘like salt like seawater’ in “He was separating him in a way that felt impossible, like pulling water from thin air, like salt from seawater.” oh man. the build up of the last few scenes - between learning more about hoseok and then showing what was happening between the two of them was so well done. and it was nice that they had that whole chunk of time just to be by themselves, and that they could do the work they love while in solitude. 

I really love this hoseok. he’s really wonderful and you’ve created such a whole character Ana. Namjoon sort of nailed it with what was unsaid in this line: “If he had half the talent Hoseok had in his body, he would probably be bragging to anyone that listened.” What went unsaid I think is that this Hoseok is a good person.  

i loved that whole section where hoseok describes how he felt like a see-through shape and then certain colors painted him based on emotions or something going on. a lot of that also personally resonated with me - especially parts about blue. and it was just lovely the way it was written. 

I think I have a little more to say and thoughts I had but I’ll wrap it up. This was a wonderfully written story. thank you thank you so much for sharing this. I really loved the whole three parts and this last one especially. It was enchanting seeing this hoseok be loved so incredibly and also that he was able to love as much as he could and with all that he has to offer as well. This hoseok is so tender and sweet and i’ll carry him in my heart for a long time. <3

(edited these two post scripts in cause I forgot to mention :D)

p.s oh i was also thinking about the note you had at the beginning and how things with bts are different. similar to what you mentioned, my own feelings about them have changed (a lot).  but they definitely haven’t for this story. the main reasons being that it’s a really well told story and you created wonderful characters and homes for them. (and I get being able to create works for them even after all this - though it must have been tough on one level) 

p.p.s i’m so glad to have been able to read this. :)

[taegularities]

rid the latest cmi chapter has me screaming crying shitting throwing up in the trenches ARE YOU KIDDING!!!

what tf is jungkook hiding im dying to know - i am such a fan of how open but closed this couple is with their feelings - they’re very self-aware and i appreciate that they’ve both picked up on the others’ feelings but are just too afraid to acknowledge that the other person is whipped. they’re literally hiding behind behind walls made of GLASS at this point 🤡

i regret reading this chapter the day it came out bc now i’m gonna die of anticipation for the next one. but this truly made my week and thank u as usual - you really nailed the feeling of yearning with this chapter (and honestly, with this fix as a whole).

sending love and so excited for the next chapter :) pls i just want the two of them to finally have a proper kith

wahh u put it perfectly !! they're so open in their relationship, they basically consider each other best friends – but then again, there's so much they hide from each other and WE NEED THEM TO TALK IT OUT. 😭 ahh yes! i figured making them play dumb to their own or the other's feelings would be unrealistic; they're just way too careful still ughhh

awwwh, i'm already thinking about the next chapter – i already wrote the first scene months ago, so i hope cmi5 will come faster than cmi4 did! and it made ur week? i'm so glad 🥺

sending all the love back !! u're so sweet for saying all that ahhh, have a beautiful weekend ahead, love 🥺

[kiealer]

Anonymously send my muse a wet dream. Make them feel horny or fluster when they’re awake. // accepting

@sleepytv​ asked:

"Hold still," The false saiyan hissed, forcibly raising her chin to expose the tender flesh of her neck. Teeth would sink into her with notable pressure, as if he aimed to draw citrus blood and shamelessly lap it up. At this point, he was well adjusted in taking advantage of her weakness, the shameful surrender she so willingly gifted to a god. Lifting away briefly, dark eyes bore deep into her own and witnessed a soul's cry for more. She desired his charitable attention for a mere mortal-- one he had learned to enjoy with such sinful delight. After all, this body too was not immune against carnal pleasures, things he so readily wished to bring onto this woman. 

 "If you ask nicely, I might just give you everything a depraved and filthy human could need. No, I wish for you to beg for it."

❝Ahh--❞ The smallest of noises utter from parted, trembling lips, her action already chosen for her. Tipping her head back by his own choice, she offers a new avenue to him, one that he seemed quite fond of. Nerves biting at her from every end, she swallows in anticipation, the act awfully obvious against the curve of her neck. 

❝Ah!❞ A sharp squeal, followed by low hissing behind clenched teeth and even lower whining. He broke skin, but she would never complain. She enjoyed it far too much. Anything he wanted to do to her, he was more than allowed. She was putty in his hands for him to form as he pleased. The heat was building steadily, creating a taut line that he would pull, and pull and pull at but would never break; entirely on purpose. She’s beginning to get frustrated. 

The moment he released the pressure and backed away, both a sense of relief but a sense of yearning filled the pit of her stomach. Peering into the inky depths of his eyes makes the growing heat so much worse. Surely, he could see the vast desire looming in her sky blue hues, brimming with a need for something more. He was being too conservative with his gestures, she wanted more. As if reading her mind (or as if she’s too obvious), he hands her an offer -- or rather, a demand.  

She swallows harshly. 

❝Please,❞ is her immediate reply, the moment she’s given permission to speak. She sounds pitiful. ❝Please, I need it.❞ Her hands move to grasp onto his shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric of his clothes. ❝I need you. Please have mercy on this unworthy soul and body, my gracious god, I will offer anything I need to, including all of myself. Please take it, it’s all yours, please let me have what I need--❞

...

And then it all disappears, as if it never existed. Because it never did. 

She awakes with a startling sharp gasp, her grip so tight upon the pillows, as if she was going to rip them. Immediately, she felt discomfort in many definitions, one of them being down below and damp as all hell. A deep growl resonates in her throat. She presses her forehead into the comforting fluff of her nearly destroyed pillow. 

❝God dammit... not this shit again....❞

[gracephadora]

A Dream of Home

I had a dream that I cannot stop thinking about and I want to write it down. Maybe it is a premonition? A yearning?

The countertop linoleum was cool under my hands as I ran a rag over it again and again and again. I couldn't make myself stop. It was mystical seeing these counters that I knew my husband built just for me; he made it perfect. The edges were rounded and the wood was light. It brought so much joy knowing that he worked hard on these simply because I mentioned that I wanted them. I paused while working. My husband. What exactly did he look like? Why couldn't I remember? Because this is a dream.

I stood in front of the dining table. It was oval, just like the one that my Aunt Judy had. After countless meals at that table, I had dreamed of having one of my own just like it. I sat a plate down on the surface. It was so new it wasn't scarred yet. A bubble of excitement filled me. How many meals will my new husband and I share here before it tells a story like hers? That dread rose again inside of me. My husband I couldn't remember. He feels more real than being awake felt. He was tall and husky. He had dark hair and a beard that touched his collarbones. But, why couldn't I remember his face? You're dreaming.

Again, I am in a new spot. My hands are grubby with dirt and I can feel it prickling the skin under my nails. The flowerbed under the window needed some color so I was shoving purple mums deep into the Earth. This felt more real than reality. The sun was hot on my back and I knew that the scent wafting out of the open windows was a roast that was going to be supper. He was due to be home soon and I knew that he would ooh and ahh at my meager attempt at making a home. I was excited to see him again. He was at work and it was dragging longer than normal. He would come in and kick off his shoes before giving me a hug and heading to shower. After, we would eat the meal I made and spend some time lounging on the sofa. It's how we always spend our evenings. Cozy. Quaint. New.

Newlyweds making a home together. But I did not know him. He knew me, my soul felt. He knew how gentle to be with me and how to never raise his voice, which he never did. He knew that I wanted a white house with a blue roof and matching shudders, which he promptly gave to me. He knew that I took a while to open up about issues, so he never pressed too hard on any problem but was always there to listen.

I heard the sharp cry of my timer and walked back inside the house. I set about completing supper. He would be home soon and I couldn't wait. I never was this eager to see any of my previous relationships. I couldn't wait for him to be home again. Dishes were being sat on the table when he came in. His shirt was unbuttoned and he was taking off his belt. Anytime I tried to look at his face my dream grew fuzzy. The evening proceeded as normal: Hug, shower, eat, and pass time on the sofa. By bedtime I was nervous. I never slept in a dream and I didn't want to wake up. Yet, as I crawled under the crisp linens and turned out the lamp on my nightstand I knew that I would wake up here.

And I did. Days passed and I felt every second of them. Every moment was more real than the last. The scents, the sounds, the conversations all passed at a normal speed. I had a routine that I stuck to daily.

Waking up didn't seem to be a problem anymore. This was reality and the life that I had before I went to sleep was a dream. It grew fainter as days passed.

One day I realized that I needed to go to the store. I needed something to cook for supper and I had forgotten to go the day before. I got in the car and drove to the supermarket. I grabbed a buggy and went about shopping before heading back to my car. Someone grabbed me. I was terrified. What did they want? Would they hurt me? I remembered screaming and a flurry of activity before I shakily got in my car and drove home. I forgot to get my groceries. After my car was parked in the driveway I called my husband. I wanted to call him before, but I didn't even know how to describe what happened. He answered quickly and I felt a small stab of guilt on pulling him away from work when I was unharmed. But I was so relieved when he said he would be home soon.

I was still shaking as I stood in the kitchen. My hands were unsteady and when I heard him rush in the front door I ran to him. I didn't realize that something was stopping me from trusting him until now. Suddenly I realized he would never leave me like I've always been so scared of. He was always there when I needed him. God, did I need him.

He wrapped me in his arms and held me. A feeling of home overwhelmed me. It felt like it was suffocating me. My soul was finally at rest and I was home because I was in his arms. I was terrified to tell him why I was really scared.

It wasn't the strange man who grabbed me or even that I could have gotten hurt. I was scared because of the baby that was so slowly growing inside of me. My secret. The child he and I would be having. Together. Creating a family.

I told him the news because I couldn't stop crying. He was thrilled and he held me again. He didn't pull away. He never pulled away first.

I woke up, alone on my bed. I had fallen asleep and waking up made my head hurt. It felt like someone took my heart from my chest and crushed it. My husband and the lovely life we created together was a dream.

It feels silly to say that I mourned a life I didn't even really have. Yet, as I lay there with the winter sun streaming in through my windows, I yearned for him. To be home.

[januarium]

Dear Vidder (Festivids 2023)

I'm so excited to see whatever you make! I tend to most love vids with a bit of pace. I love happy, I love angry, I love funny, but really I'm into most styles of vid. Pop, rock, indie, and musicals are favourite music styles, but again I love to be surprised.

I love ensembles and friendships very much! A character study is also always a delight. Mostly I just love vids, so I'm sure I'll be happy with whatever you do.

Dropout TV [UMBRELLA] - I love these goobers so much! My favourite Dropout shows are: Game Changer, Breaking News, Dirty Laundry, Total Forgiveness, and Um, Actually! (I haven't seen a lot of D20 yet but I loooooved Mentopolis). I would so love a chaos and friendship vid for this. Or an Izzy vid. Or an Erika vid! Or so many things. A Grant and Ally vid would also be great.

The Great Pottery Throwdown (TV) - This show is such a total joy. Even moreso now I'm getting into pottery myself. I'm love anything for this, though I feel like Keith has to cry at least once or it doesn't count.

Hook (1991) [SAFETY] - RU! FI! OOOOO! I love this film so fucking much. Here for ensemble or family or pirate-centric or just Rufio being amazing, truly there are so many directions this could be taken.

Kevin Can Fuck Himself (TV 2021) - Show of my heeeeaaart! I would LOVE a Patty character study or a Patty/Alison vid so much. Or anything, but those are the things I most yearn for.

Knives Out (Movie Series) - I just love these films, here for anything.

Let's Plays - The McElroy Family (Web Series) - Ahh there are so many options here! I could go for anything here, there's so many options, but I have a particular fondness for the drift% series they've been doing this year, with Super Mario World and Donkey Kong. 

My Brother My Brother and Me (TV) [SAFETY] - I love this show very much, it's just such a joy. Shenigans, please!

Polite Society (2023) [SAFETY] - What a truly excellent movie. It's so funny and badass and heart-warming and brilliant. It's probably clear by now I love friendship and shenanigans and siblings and this has all those in spades.

Happy vidding!

[movetobiimos]

Hi!I hope you're doing well☆

I saw that your request are open so I took my big list of fluffy,maybe nonsense, prompts and found something it could possibly spark your interest [hopefully]

•"Viktor secretely likes affection from his partner but he isnt very vocal about it,he gets a bit shy so,instead of asking,he just shows his best puppy eyes and his lover can't do anything else than take him to bed or couch and tenderly cuddle him."

It can be headcanons,drabble,whatever you feel like making and if you ever need more ideas I have more stuff into my secret prompt stash~☆

:: Puppy eyes. Viktor

── viktor x gn!reader

── synopsis: he was never one to be vocal on affection, maybe he can find a way to ask that he wants affection

── a/n: HIII!! Thank you smmmm for requesting sorry if it took me a while to get it done! But ahh this request is sooo cute like literally crying and sobbing as i was working on this!! Sending my loves to you and viktor (っ•◡•)っ 💚

You, on the other hand, opted to keep Viktor company and provide extra assistance because he was busy as usual. He enjoyed your company because it made him feel less lonely; of course, Jayce was present, but his council position takes up a lot of his time. He's especially preoccupied with Mel.

So it was just you and him. 

Viktor couldn't help but be fascinated of your beauty. Your eyes danced over the lines, reading every word, as you were so focused on the book you were reading. Your gorgeous stare drew him in. His heart was bursting at the seams as he dreamed about you.

"Viktor, you're staring at me again, is something wrong love?" You inquire as you set down your book. You dragged your chair over to sit next to him.

“O-oh I was?” His face beating red.

“Viktor, what’s on your mind dear?” 

"Nothing, sorry for the inconvenience.  I apologize if I seemed to be looking at you, but I'm alright. There's no need to be concerned." You couldn't help but offer him a kiss on the cheek after he comforted you with a little smile.

But in truth, he was yearning for your warmth and to be held in your arms as you two sat and watched the world go by. But the truth is, he couldn't say anything since he was afraid of disturbing you from your work. He was left to imagine himself in your arms, singing him a pleasant melody, the loving tune coming from your voice. Relaxing in a bed with the dark blue sky above you completes the picture. He could just picture it easily.

You were still seated on the comfy couch, reading the book you had in your hand, but you glanced aside just to catch a glimpse of Viktor. He was staring at you again, but this time it wasn't his typical stare; he needed something. It scared you for a moment because he has trouble expressing himself at times. You gave him a puzzled expression, but he continued to give you the cute sleepy puppy eyes. His posture was a dead giveaway that he was tired and wanted a rest. So, to summarize, you're still attempting to figure things out.

"What's up with the tired puppy eyes, Love?" You laughed as you set the book on the table beside the couch. You started walking towards him, touching his cheek and kissing him on the forehead once more.

“How’s the work doing, any progress?” You smiled. 

"It needs a few modifications, but for now it's operating nicely."

"Viktor, if you don't mind, I'd want to ask you another question. Is everything all right because you keep giving me that tired puppy look? You can tell me if you need anything." You murmured softly, your thumb pinching his cheek as you gave him a kind soothing glance. You can't help but enjoy his appearance, the way his unkempt hair frames his face, the way his two beauty marks enhance his appeal; you adore everything about him. He was perfect, too perfect for you. And you just looked at him lovingly.

"How about we take a break?" You smiled softly, your hand slipping from his face and making its way to his emptied hand.

“I like that.” 

You and Viktor lay down on the unoccupied couch.Viktor on top of you, his head on your chest, as he lays closer to you. You started playing with his soft, unkempt hair the way he imagined. As the evening went, he felt comfortable, with all of the stress in his body dissipating. It was just you and him; at the very least, he doesn't have to imagine how you felt. Soft snores were now filling the quiet room, and there he was sleeping peacefully. Before closing your eyes and allowing the warmth and darkness to take over, you began to admire his resting state one last time.