#fall asleep safe in each others arms 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[rosicheeks]

current need: to be in a warm bed with you, holding you in my arms and keeping you safe, rambling about dinosaur facts and occasionally kissing every part of your face and reminding you how utterly gorgeous you are 🥰

-🌸 (bonus points if you’re tied up but i could go either way 😘)

🥺

[onlyswan]

summary: in which for you, jungkook would commit crimes and his mother would peel oranges.

idol!jk x reader | fluff, angst | word count: 9.5k

warnings/content: oc passes out in the shower / jk does something crazy i’m literally insane about this / baby bam cameo 🥺 / stitches >:( / blood draw / mention of speeding / jealous not but rlly jealous oc is pissed owfffff at the nurse who has a crush on jk lmao / jk and his mom loves them to death tho so obv who wins / love is beautiful let’s all cry <3

> in which masterlist!

note: *sitcom sound effect of crowd cheering* I’M BACK 🥰 hope u enjoy the product of my madness during finals season hehehe. and special thanks to my cutieful proofreader rio!! you’re one of my most favorite people i’ve ever met 🥺💕 + my beloveds who came to the rescue when i had medical questions !! i didn’t expect to receive help from soooo many and i’m so freaking grateful i could cri :")

—

“i ordered it the other day. how did it arrive so early?”

jungkook walks back inside the apartment, arms occupied by a stack of boxes that arrived in the mail yesterday.

he arrives at the living room, head tilting to the side in confusion when he realizes that the netflix show he was watching on the television is no longer playing. instead, there is the news channel.

he gasps.

“baby, you’re alive!”

your swollen eyes flicker up to him.

you’re lying on the sofa with your legs lazily dangling on the edge. there’s a toothbrush in your mouth, foam of bubbles between your lips, but your arm barely exerts the energy to make it do its job.

“you were asleep from afternoon to morning. do you know that? you’ve never done that before!” he exclaims, carelessly tossing the boxes on the floor. “i was getting scared!”

you only hum to acknowledge his existence, pushing yourself up from the sofa and unknowingly dodging the hug your boyfriend wanted to greet you with.

he ends up collapsing face first on the empty space you left, hurt and offended.

the bathroom door opens and closes.

he flips over, whining. “yah, we didn’t see each other for a day. didn’t you miss me?!”

still not a single word from you. sleeping that long must not have cured your exhaustion, jungkook surmises. you tend to be glum and cranky when you’re feeling unwell, as is usually the case when you wake up as unrested as before.

he doesn’t always know how to make you feel better, but he always tries anyway.

“our new bedsheets arrived!” he announces from the other side of the bathroom door, making himself loud so that you can hear him despite the shower running. “do you want to unbox them with me?!”

he allows the seconds to pass, but with his hands on his hips, he eventually begins to tap his foot on the floor.

“baby? may i go in?”

he turns the knob, just to be prepared incase the answer is a yes, but it doesn’t turn. a sad pout forms on his face.

huh? why is it locked?

you must genuinely don’t want to be bothered today.

“guess that’s a no.” he mutters to himself before calling out to you. “okay, i’ll wait for you!”

with a crestfallen sigh, he begins to walk back to the living room.

he doesn’t go far, however.

only several steps later, a series of loud crashes is heard from the bathroom and his heart thunders in his chest with a combination of numbing shock and fear.

“____, what was that?! did you fall?!”

he aggressively pounds at the door, extremely desperate this time around. he has no plans on leaving until he knows that you’re safe and sound.

“baby! open this! are you alright…? are you hurt? you’re scaring me. please, answer!”

he pauses, catching his breath as his mind runs a thousand miles per hour.

“____!”

he strikes the door with an open palm one more time, more so to express his frustration that is only growing worse with every tick of the clock. he only ends up hurting himself in the process.

“that’s it! i’m opening the door!”

he frantically whips his head around, racking his brain for the location of the key. there are two copies of it somewhere in the apartment, but in his panicked state, he is unable to pinpoint either of their specific spots. and he can’t fucking afford to waste any more time.

“ah, fuck!” he curses, left with no other choice but to give in to the instinct of breaking down the door with the strength and durability of his body alone.

he would most definitely break his shoulder first before the door.

only after the first try, that much is clear.

and so, with madness inconsiderate of his agony, he resorts to kicking it over and over again.

the repeated loud collisions rattles poor bam from his slumber. not long after, the dog’s barking creates a booming dissonance with his grunts and kicks at the door.

when it finally swings open, the force of his own body sends him stumbling on the bathroom floor, but he doesn’t waste time in bouncing back to his feet.

the twisting of his stomach is instantaneous.

there lies your naked, unconscious figure behind the glass— surrounded by bottles of hair and body products that must have fallen when your hands were searching for something to hold on to.

his voice cracks, breathless.

“baby, no… no, no, no.”

he kneels on the floor, and despite the strong urge to carry you out of there, he tries to calm down. it’s the first rule in every emergency case; professionals reiterate in seminars and news channel segments.

keep calm. keep calm. keep calm.

he won’t be able to forgive himself if he ends up causing more harm than good.

“____, can you hear me?!”

his instinct tells him to inspect every inch of you for any sign of injury, but then his vision becomes too blurry. he curses at the hindrance and forces himself to turn off the showerhead that was left running.

he harshly wipes his face, rushing back to you.

“please, please, please. wake up.” he begs.

he has a feeling that it’s futile. you can’t hear him and he’s wasting his breath. the thing is he doesn’t know what else to do.

“baby…”

he carefully turns your head over, almost relieved because he hasn’t seen blood so far.

almost.

at last, he gets a full view of your face, and he finds blood dripping. this has always been one of his most paralyzing fears— seeing you get hurt. now that it’s become a reality, there’s a part of him that wants to believe this is some kind of twisted dream.

“how- how did this even happen…?” he cries out, his own blood running cold.

for everything that happens after, his body acts on its own. bam is a constant presence in his peripheral, but he is barely in his right mind to acknowledge the presence aside from, “bam, move. daddy might step on you.”

he carries you out of the bathroom, kicking aside the beaten up door. he has made up his mind about bringing you to the hospital, but he can’t bring you like… this.

he lays you down on the bed, all that gentleness switched off in a split second so he can sprint to the walk-in closet. he hastily grabs whatever is on top of your neatly folded stacks of shirts and pants; and then a fresh towel on the way out. the gentleness returns as he pats your face dry, the pure white stained with dark red. he flips the towel and uses the other side to wipe the rest of your body, in a race against time but mindful of treating you like fragile glass.

once that is over, he dresses you in a pair of gray sweatpants, and with some difficulty, an orange t-shirt.

any person with functioning eyes will be able to tell that the shades don’t go together.

if you were conscious, you’d definitely berate him for making you wear this outfit.

but you’re not.

jungkook effortlessly swoops you in his arms— dripping wet hair, his and yours, leaving behind a trail of raindrops from your apartment floor to the cemented parking lot.

—

your body feels like it’s floating.

are you dreaming…?

you must be dreaming.

you hear an uncoordinated symphony of voices, but you can’t comprehend a word. in pursuit of clarity, you force yourself to open your eyes.

the voices grow a little louder. faceless figures hover you; a bright light shines over your face.

your senses must be playing cruel tricks. now it feels like you’re drowning, sinking into the unknown, and your body has succumbed into numbing defeat.

you want to sleep a little more.

you must truly be exhausted. it’s okay.

you’ve fought hard until now. you’ve done enough… has anyone tried in life as much as you did?

just as your eyes flutter shut, you regain sensation of your hand; a soft squeeze and a call of your name.

—

jungkook gently strokes your hair, sighing for the nth time since you got transferred to a private room. he’s relieved that all the scans came back clean so serious head and brain injuries have been ruled out. the doctor also asked him questions and ran some other tests before concluding that electrolyte imbalance caused you to pass out; the culmination of stress and fatigue from work, as well as your strong period, most likely being the main reasons. he didn’t even know about the latter until you stained the white sheets with blood.

it was fucking frightening being in the sidelines as they rushed to check on your vitals and to administer oxygen. even now, it’s unbearable to see you with a needle in your hand and a few stitches above your eyebrow. he already anticipated you not being pleased with having to get stitches specifically either; gasping and sitting up as soon as you heard the word come from his lips post-consciousness. consequently, the dizziness hits you. the doctor wasn’t happy about that.

“this is so annoying. i don’t want a scar.” you whine as you study your face on the camera of jungkook’s phone. “did i have to fall on my prettier side?”

“what are you saying? you’re pretty from any angle.” he interjects. “be careful. the wound might open up.”

you jut out your bottom lip, looking up at him with glassy eyes. the sight instantly tugs at his heartstrings, and he pulls you in for a hug. maybe he’s a little sad that you don’t appear concerned about the fact that you passed out, but god is he relieved to finally hear your voice again.

“ah, i should call the doctor.”

but his face remains buried in your hair.

“they told me to do so.”

“you should-”

“why?!” he abruptly reacts, drawing back. “does anything hurt?”

“chill. you said that they told you to.”

“oh, that’s right.” he sheepishly smiles. he can’t help but to overreact; he hasn’t turned off the alarms in his head. “i’ll go tell the nurse to get her.”

he starts to walk towards the door, but a tug at his shirt holds him back.

you shyly look at him with a scrunch of your nose. “i’m nervous. hug me for five more seconds.”

fuck, he would move heaven and earth to protect you from everything that can cause you harm.

“why would you be nervous? i’m right here.” he scolds you lightheartedly, not hesitating to seize the chance to hug you again. “i love you.”

“i love you more.”

you pull away after five seconds, and he’d be disappointed about you being too true to your words if you didn’t kiss him on the cheek so ardently.

his heart almost jumps out of his chest when you gasp out of nowhere as if you just realized that you left the gas tank open at home. your eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

“bam!”

oh, right. your child.

“my brother’s house!” he eases your mind.

you breathe out in relief, the heel of your palm pressing against the left side of your chest where your heart lives. “good… i was worried. he was probably more scared because he didn’t understand what was going on. i feel bad.”

you love bam so much; it makes him so happy. you’re so concerned about him even when you’re the one on the hospital bed. you make pretty good parents, huh?

“that’s right. he was worried about you, too. that’s why you need to recover quickly so he won’t be sad!”

—

the doctor kindly asked jungkook to give the two of you some time alone, so he’s been idly sitting at the lobby after buying a bottle of water. he’s pretty much used to visiting the hospital for routine checkups considering the nature of his job, but it always feels strange to be here for the other different purposes of the place.

is there any other building sadder than this?

if you heard him utter this question, he could easily predict what you’d say: but is there any other building with more love?

if he tries hard enough, he could listen to your voice and paint you in his mind.

you see love in every place that you step foot into.

his curious eyes continue to wander around. he spots people carrying flowers, baskets, and containers of food. there’s also a teenage boy in his high school uniform, carrying a teddy bear larger than him.

not that he wants you to stay longer, but if you have to, he writes down a mental note to bring one of your favorite plushies.

he eventually gets tired; considers scrolling on his phone again, but he decides against it when his gaze lands on a little boy sleeping soundly on his mother’s lap. suddenly, he is reminded of his childhood before he moved to seoul.

how simple life can be when you’re innocently sleeping on your mother’s lap, trusting that everything will be alright.

“ah, i miss my mom…” he utters absentmindedly. “i miss my mom so much. i should call her.”

his reminiscing is interrupted when a wheelchair rolls by infront of him. it is leisurely being pushed by an old man who wants to bring his wife outside for some fresh air.

in a parallel universe somewhere, jungkook can imagine them as you and him.

he sits up straight, looking back at the clock on the wall.

how long has it been? he wants to be by your side again.

—

“jungkook!” your face lights up as soon as your boyfriend steps into the room. “what took you so long?”

“i know. sorry, baby. i got a little distracted outside.”

“i’ve been waiting.” you pout. “why? were people bothering you?”

“not at all. don’t worry.”

you pat the empty space beside you. “here.”

“i think the bed is meant for only one person- damn, okay, okay-”

he swiftly gives in upon seeing the hurt on your face, occupying the space you reserved for him. “i love you. don’t be sad.”

you’re aching too much to wait for him to get settled. you wrap your arms around his waist like you’re a magnet attracted to steel, clinging to him for comfort.

if you’re being honest, you don’t know how you feel about being in this situation. overwhelmed? maybe a tiny bit relieved. in the past, it didn’t matter whether you were sick or not. you needed to work or else it was guaranteed that you wouldn’t survive. life is easier now. you have the luxury to use this as a reason to take a break. you have someone who takes care of you as naturally as he breathes.

“how was the doctor?”

“she’s nice… she just asked me about the things i remember before i passed out. then about my work, diet, sleeping schedule… stuff like that.”

you pull away a little, just enough so you can see each other’s face. you squint at him suspiciously. “did you have to get an expensive room?”

he chuckles. “how did you know? they didn’t tell you that, did they?”

“i literally have the perfect view of the fountain from here!” you point at the large window behind you. “i just passed out. i would’ve been fine downstairs.”

“don’t say it like that. it could’ve been so much worse.” he says with knitted eyebrows, palm cupping the back of your head and caressing softly.

he heaves a sigh.

“i was so scared that you injured your head. seriously, i thought i’d go insane if i lost you! i went past the speed limit driving you here!”

the distress he was under is apparent. you can’t help but to be racked with the guilt. you always do this, making him worry himself to death. you don’t usually do it purpose, and that only makes you feel shittier.

“you’re right. i’m sorry.”

“well, i…” he sighs. “it’s okay. i know you didn’t want this either. it’s not your fault.”

you press your lips into a thin line. “it kind of is.”

your lost eyes meet, and a connection is established like it’s a constellation sending a secret message. your heart flutters when he giggles, dimples and starry eyes and crinkled corners.

“stop it. it’s impossible to scold you when you’re so cute and self-aware.”

“then don’t scold me.” you sniffle sadly to kindle pity in him. “i’ve had enough of it from the doctor.”

your brain still works well enough to help you escape from trouble. that’s a good sign, right?

“my poor baby.” he coos, cradling your cheeks.

his hands are warm. you put yours over them; a wordless signal telling him you don’t want him to go away.

“let’s not get hurt again, please. we need to stay healthy and take good care of ourselves so this won’t happen again, alright?”

you nod in obedience. your eyes are fixed on him but you’re not certain if you’re registering what he’s telling you in your pitiful, shaken brain.

“the hospital already did me many favors. if we go back, i might have to build them another fountain as a gift.”

and knowing jungkook, with his golden heart and his black card, jokes become half-meant.

“what do they need that for?!”

he bursts out laughing, yet again, after you chide at him for his ridiculous and unnecessary expenses.

“nothing, i’m just grateful! i was really so scared but i’m relieved now thanks to them. i can’t remember the last time i felt that way.”

“you’re not scared of a lot of things.” you point out.

“that’s right.” he agrees. “only you scare me these days.”

you grimace. “am i scary?”

“you are, sometimes.” he laughs, squishing your cheeks together. “but i mean the things that could hurt you.”

as if on cue, your stomach grumbles and bellows like a monster stuck in an empty cave. your eyes grow twice its size in bewilderment, which then morphs into embarrassment.

“my stomach hurts.” you say quietly.

your nostrils flare as jungkook miserably fails to hold back his laughter. one of his hands leave your face, rubbing your tummy over the thin hospital gown.

“oh no, what are we going to do? where does it hurt? here?” he pouts. “should we go feed you now to make it go away?”

“what is wrong with you?” you slap his shoulder in annoyance. “i’m not a baby!”

“yah, be careful!” he yells, wincing as if he is the one in pain. “be gentle with the one with the iv!”

—

“you know one good thing that came out of this?” you gush out of nowhere.

you’re mixing up the ingredients of your bibimbap bowl with a spoon and a pair of chopsticks.

jungkook noisily drinks the final sips of his banana milk. afterwards, he makes a game out of shooting the box in the trash bin.

“what could that be?” he asks, doubtful.

he sits on the chair beside your bed. you greet him with a delighted grin, licking your thumb stained with gochujang.

“you proved your love. you committed a crime for me.”

he gasps to humor you, body freezing as if he’s currently processing the newly-learned information in his brain.

“oh? you’re right- i did! and you know what? i’d do it again!”

with a mouthful of rice, you shake your head in disagreement furiously. “you’re cute. but that’s the first and last.”

“but how are you sure that it’s the first?” he raises an eyebrow quizically.

silly enough, you envy him for being able to do so.

you hum in thought. “i guess you’ve stolen a few things for me, too.”

“few? you mean a loooot?”

“you’re the one who brings home food and random things.” you roll your eyes. “i never ask you to.”

“you told me you wanted the service bell!”

you feel yourself become flushed with sheepishness. he’s not lying. you’ve always found the object fascinating as a child, so you couldn’t help but to tell him to sneakily take one home after filming a competitive run bts episode.

did you have a silly phase where you and jungkook used it to summon each other just to laugh together about it?

perhaps.

“well, you’re rich. you could’ve bought me one instead.”

“but it was already there.” he reasons with a wide grin, gesturing infront of him. “i wanted to give it to my lover right away.”

his lover?

jungkook has successfully replaced your frown with an enamored smile.

“i made your heart flutter just now, didn’t i?”

a hospital stay has never felt this comfortable— not terrifying. you have stitches on your face and to add to that, this hospital gown feels super unflattering. somehow, your boyfriend’s loving gaze remains steady and you are melting.

“shut up,” you mutter, flustered, handing him the pair of chopsticks. “please eat with me. i can’t finish this on my own.”

—

“why would you let them put the needle in my dominant hand?”

you stomp your feet on the ground as jungkook squeezes some toothpaste onto a newly-bought toothbrush.

“i’m sorry! i was too stressed out so i just pointed! i think i got confused with- with left and right.”

you didn’t realize this while you were eating; that you were unconsciously holding the spoon with your non-dominant hand because the other felt uncomfortable. maybe because it was a simple task, scooping food and bringing it to your mouth. brushing your teeth, on the other hand… can be quite an arm workout.

“eeeee!”

he shows his complete set of teeth, urging you to do the same. you stare at him blankly.

“eeeee!” he repeats with heightened enthusiasm.

left with no other choice— you copy his awkward smile.

“there we go!” he praises you with an over-enthusiastic beam.

he carries on to brush your teeth, gingerly holding your chin to keep you steady as he does his job.

this is the first time jungkook is doing this for you. today is definitely not one of your finest moments. it feels a bit silly to be in this situation, and you feel bad for putting your boyfriend in this position in the first place. you can see that he’s trying his best—unnecessarily focused—and that he loves you, but you just hate giving him a hard time.

with a soft smile, he wipes the bubbles that overflowed past your lips.

“okay, spit.”

you spit out more of the bubbles on the sink. you assume that he’s finished, except he’s making another vowel sound for you to mimic the mouth shape of.

“ahhhh-”

“this is embarrassing!”

“baby, really? this is where you draw the line?” he playfully squeezes your cheeks together. “it’s almost over! ahhhh!”

and you let him do this thing, but not without a glare that is masking the embarrassing truth: you might be enjoying this more than you care to admit.

“see? was that so bad?”

as he tenderly pats your face dry in the aftermath, he says: “i’m sorry. bear with it a little more. let me take care of you so you’ll be healthy again.” and you feel every ounce of his sincerity pierce through the barriers surrounding your soul.

“stop it…” your voice suddenly comes out broken.

you want to put all the blame on your period for the tears that are now brimming your eyes, but jungkook is your biggest weakness of all and that is an explanation enough.

“why are you crying?” he panics. “what did i say?”

“it’s your fault.”

you break down into loud sobs, incapable of even keeping your eyes open. you never understood why we close our eyes when we cry, but right now, you know that you can’t bear to witness his reaction.

“you’re so sweet.”

the towel that was wiping the water from your mouth is now drying the tears from your stained cheeks.

“am i making you sad?”

you furiously shake your head. how could he say such a thing? he is the greatest joy of your life.

“no?”

“no!”

“okay, come here then.”

he wraps his arms around your trembling figure, caging you in the solace of his entire existence. a sense of calmness washes over your system, especially as he runs his hand across your back in gentle strokes. this isn’t his goal though, it seems. you hear none of his quiet shushes beseeching you to stop breaking his heart. he hopes you let go of everything that has been weighing on you, but he has already eased all your pains by loving you.

“ugh, i probably look horrible right now.” you force a chuckle to lighten up the mood, wiping your face with the back of your free hand. “i feel gross.”

“that’s not true.” he gazes at you fondly, brushing your hair with his fingers. “it’s actually infuriating how you look so beautiful still.”

“i know. i’m nice to look at; that’s why you tolerate my attitude.” you conclude in jest.

“yeah, sometimes.” he rides on the joke.

“what…?”

“i’m joking!” he rushes to take it back with a laugh. “of course i’m joking!”

you pout. “are you really?”

“oh, come onnnn.”

he coaxes you with a kiss on the lips— a good morning kiss long overdue. you’ve been spoiled rotten with affection; he knows you need more than one. he interrupts himself several times to kiss you.

“you know i’ll love you until our hair turns white and our skin all wrinkly.”

to be brutally honest, you’re not fond of imagining that far ahead. it’s daunting. you doubt your capability to age with grace. you’re horrified by the thought of having the majority of your life behind you. nostalgia has always been more bitter than sweet. but maybe this memory could be the sweetest of all, if jungkook truly stays by your side until then. in a cottage at the countryside like he said once, or a cabin by the ocean.

you’re both so young; so arrogant when it comes to making promises that are a shot in the dark. so fucking in love.

“me too.” you half-smile, scrunching your nose— a telltale sign of your joy. “now, get out. i really need to pee.”

his face becomes drained of blood. “but you’re st-”

“i won’t lock the door this time.” you cup his cheek, looking at his eyes reassuringly. “we don’t need property damage added to the bill.”

—

“did you not hurt yourself?”

“me?”

“you broke down the door. that’s not easy to do.”

you and jungkook make the best out of a bad deal. you’re squeezed together on the bed, browsing through television channels that seem to never end.

“it was easy because you were on the other side of it.”

that is what he claims confidently, but you are not fully convinced.

“wow, why do they have more channels than we do at home?”

“you didn’t answer my question.” you pout. “did you hurt yourself?”

“i didn’t hurt myself. i’m totally okay. i promise.”

he maintains eye-contact as he speaks. given the assurance, your tight chest unrestricts. jungkook is not a good liar. it’s a trait that causes him inconvenience every now and then, but it helps you to sleep soundly at night.

“should we just watch funny animal videos on youtube?”

“i guess that’s fine.”

it doesn’t show but you feel excitement run in your veins aside from the iv fluids that feel peculiarly cold.

from under your cheek, his chest vibrates with a giggle. “okay, hold on.”

as he pulls up the application, you tangle your legs together beneath the thin blanket. you hear the rapid tap tap tap of the remote control navigating the keypad while he types on the search bar, but your attention is someplace else. you’ve found the crook of his neck to sneak into, lazily kissing every inch of his exposed skin. your lips eventually trail up to his jaw. he smells so nice. you’re addicted.

“baby, someone can enter any minute.”

“i’m not doing anything.” you mumble.

you smile against his lips when he gives you a kiss as sweet as honey anyway.

“i’m curious about another thing.”

“what’s that?”

“did you cry?”

he comes to a still. the answer to that question requires a little time and thought.

“almost…”

“why almost?”

“no time. i had to bring you here, of course.” he replies.

you huff a laugh, exhaling a twinge of melancholia. “don’t cry.”

“i won’t. i’m happy now because you’re awake and fighting with me.”

“ow-”

your cry of pain is silenced when he squeezes you in an embrace that makes it nearly impossible to breathe.

“red panda!”

a squeal assaults both of your hearing as soon as your eyes land on the wide screen infront of the bed.

“i want one so fucking bad.”

the enunciated curse makes your boyfriend crack up in amusement. “that much?!”

—

jungkook opens his eyes to a nurse lightly nudging him awake.

“i’m sorry, i had to wake you up. i need to check vitals and draw blood.”

“shit, i’m sorry.” he panics.

his brain is foggy from the nap, but he still carefully sits up on the bed, wary of the iv line connected to your hand.

“i… was tired and i fell asleep.”

“it’s no problem; don’t worry.”

she smiles at him, but he doesn’t see it.

“you look adorable sleeping.”

“ah, really?” he awkwardly responds, absentminded. “it’s embarrassing.”

he stands on your side, about to disturb your peaceful rest much as it makes his heart ache with guilt, but you’re already stirring due to the absence of his warmth.

your heavy eyelids blink at the nurse in curiosity. “oh… do you need my blood?”

“yes, but i’ll take your blood pressure and temperature first.”

“okay,” you mumble, offering your arm. “it might be higher now because i’m scared.”

she chuckles at your joke. jungkook tries to share an endeared look with her and non-verbally communicate adorable, right?

“i promise i’ll be quick. although we definitely want it to be higher than earlier’s.”

you wince as the cuff around your upper arm goes as tight as it could, and you sigh at the same time that it begins to deflate.

“good, good, good,” she chants with a mumble. “it’s back in the normal range again…”

she brings out a digital thermometer from her pocket.

“you know where this goes.”

she hands it over to you, and you awkwardly place it in your armpit, holding it in place. it’s quiet as you wait for the device to make the beeping sound, except for her pen creating friction with your chart as she takes down notes.

“how’s your stitches? do you feel any discomfort?”

“it’s fine. thank you.”

not long after, you hear the beep. you return the thermometer to her, but not before taking a peak at the numbers displayed on the tiny screen. 36.8°C. you think you’ll live.

“i’ll draw your blood now.”

the nurse’s voice is sweet and reassuring, but it doesn’t quite ease the nervousness evident on your expression. your pupils shake as you watch her disinfect the area, and then comes out the long needle.

another one, jungkook laments inside.

“____, i’m right here.”

you crane your head, whimpering out his name. “jungkook,”

“it will be just a pinch. i’m inserting the needle now, alright?”

you take a sharp inhale.

if only he could switch positions with you, he would do it in a heartbeat. unfortunately, all he can do is caress your hair and whisper that it will be over soon.

“it hurts.” your damp eyelashes flutter, face twisting in discomfort. “i don’t like it.”

really, just a pinch? obviously a lie.

“hey, baby. look at the tv.”

the autoplay was left turned on after you fell asleep together. inside the screen is a puppy rolling around a snow-covered lawn. the wagging of its tail, the wide smile, and the pupils as big as boba balls: they all scream the happiness of an innocent.

“it’s so cute… i miss bam already. can we go to a dog park again?”

“of course!”

that promise sparks your smile. you turn to your side, and jungkook also catches a glimpse of the cotton taped to where you were poked.

“all done. you can go back to resting.”

“thank you. will you need to take blood again?” you inquire at the nurse.

“hm, probably. it depends on the doctor based on the results we get from this one.”

“can’t you just do it while i’m asleep? or is that not allowed?”

“baby…” jungkook snorts, hiding his face behind the palm of his hands.

the nurse laughs at your desperate suggestion. “that is honestly not a rare request, but the thing is… you might wake up in the middle of it and injure yourself. we can’t do that.”

“that won’t be a problem!” you passionately argue your case. “i’m a deep sleeper. seriously!”

“ah, thank you so much for your hard work!”jungkook intervenes, bowing to the nurse out of respect and gratitude. “i’m sure you’re busy. i will handle this!”

“oh yes, yes- thank you. please don’t forget the medicine for after dinner.”

“i won’t!”

“if you need anything, you know where to find me again.”

“yes,” he nods, chuckling. “thank you.”

“then i should leave…? but you’ll see me again later! bye!”

the door shuts, and his attention lands on your unimpressed form: a blank stare and arms folded infront of your chest.

uh-oh.

“did she seriously wink while saying that?”

“what?” he freezes, genuinely clueless. “i don’t know. i didn’t see anything. i was looking at you.”

“i’m right here- i’m the patient. why would you need anything from her? huh? why is she so excited to see you again?” you ramble angrily.

“right?!”

he climbs on the bed, reclaiming his spot next to you.

“that was weird.”

“what if she made it hurt on purpose? that…” you frown, glancing at your arm. “that didn’t really feel like a pinch to me.”

“ey, calm down. she wouldn’t.” he makes a doubtful face, laughing off the accusation. “…i don’t think so?”

you blink, exhaling in disbelief. “are you taking her side now?”

“of course not! baby, i’m just saying… a professional won’t do that.”

“why not? she’s still human. humans do stupid things when they like someone. she obviously likes you.”

“and so what?”

he grins with a spark of mischief, leaving an inch of a distance between your lips.

“i’m obviously yours.”

but you turn your cheek and your eyes fall on your lap, a pout highlighting your downcast mood.

“it’s so annoying.”

the regret sinks in after. he should’ve stuck to the golden rule: agree with everything that you say. there’s no point in having an argument no one will win. does it matter who’s right and wrong if each other’s sadness is contagious in addition to their own? your gut has almost always been right, and he’s old enough to be conscious of not allowing a stranger to put a dent on your relationship.

“are you serious? are you uncomfortable?” he tilts his head to try and get a better look at your face. “should i request for a different nurse?”

it’s quiet for a beat and he feels inclined to fill the silence with whatever enters his mind.

“i love you.”

almost immediately, your features soften and he knows your heart is also melting. the two of you bite the inside of your cheeks to hide a smile.

“no, there’s no need for that.”

but he still can’t help but to be worried. your peace of mind is his top priority. he doesn’t want you to be more stressed out, especially by things that he has the power to solve.

“are you sure?”

“she pissed me off. i need to piss her off too.”

of course, his ever stubborn and competitive lover. he sits up properly, amused and curious.

“and how will you do that?”

“i don’t know,” you nonchalantly shrug. “i’ll come up with something.”

—

“come up with what?”

to your surprise, a voice you haven’t heard in weeks echoes from the door.

“mom…?”

you’re stunned after only hearing yourself react to jungkook’s mother’s unexpected entrance. your head whips to his direction; your eyes wordlessly interrogating him.

“i need to go to work so i called her to watch over you.” he explains.

“why would you do that?” you argue with him as quietly as possible, lips barely moving as you try to hide your face from your mother-in-law. again, not one of your finest moments. “you didn’t have to. i can take care of myself.”

“but you don’t have to because you have us.”

jungkook marks the conversation finished with a kiss pressed to your temple, leaving you dumbfounded. he jumps off the bed and for a split second, you make eye-contact with his mother before he towered over her for a quick hug.

her kind smile is embroidered in your memory; a memory that wraps your heart in a type of warmth only a mother can provide.

“mom! i’m sorry. i really, really, really need to leave now. but! i’ll try to come back early so you can go home early too.”

“aigoo, stop stressing yourself out.”

jungkook receives a slap on the back, somehow more loving can scolding.

“i can stay the night so do what you need to do. you don’t have to worry.”

“it’s not only because i’m worried!”

she sassily puts a hand over her waist. it takes everything in you not to laugh out loud.

“then what else?”

“mom! what else?” he cheekily smiles. “of course i’ll miss ____ too much.”

did your boyfriend just…? to his mother? your jaw becomes slack from the shame.

“i missed ____ too!” she contests. “go to work and give us our alone time.”

you shyly smile when she transfers her attention from her son to you.

“hello, my baby. are you hungry?”

—

“does my son feed you well?”

“he does! but it’s funny- other mothers ask the opposite. are you feeding my son well? do you make sure he’s comfortable?”

you think out loud, transfixed on how she peels oranges with ease. your hands would always be stained by the juices, (and eyes red and teary from accidental splashes) (it’s too embarrassing to even think about) but hers are still magically clean.

“is that so?”

you graciously accept the slice she feeds you. she laughs when your face lights up like a christmas tree one more time. it’s way sweeter than you anticipated. you can’t get over how delicious it is.

“mhmm!”

perhaps you relied too much on dramas when it came to your expectations of what a relationship with your in-laws would look like. you imagined yourself running around like a dog trying to prove yourself worthy of their son, yet for some reason, it looks like they adore you for simply existing. it makes you feel extremely grateful, but you don’t understand.

“mom, i have a question… i know it’s probably too late to ask this now, but…”

“what could that be?”

“are you really not against me and jungkook living together?” you swallow your fear of the possibility of an unpleasant truth. “are you not… worried… that i’m receiving too much from him?”

because you would understand the apprehension. as a parent, one’s main concern would be their child. to outside eyes, it’s easy to come to the conclusion that jungkook is being taken advantage of and he’d be better off dating someone with the same status. sometimes you wish you were that someone too.

she utters your name sadly.

“he receives happiness and love from you. those are the most valuable things you could give to a person.”

she caresses your hair like she wants to erase the anxiety poisoning your mind.

“my dear, how come you’re worried about that until now? haven’t we told you? you’re part of the family. forget about my sister! i don’t welcome her negativity in our house!”

“living together is different. it’s a big deal. it normally happens in a relationship after…” the following words feel foreign in your mouth; they come out quieter than the rest of your sentence. “getting married.”

“then tell me. why did you agree to live with him?”

because you’re selfish. because you want more time that you can have him all to yourself. because you want to be accessible— the first person he runs to when he’s seeking comfort and stability. because you want goodnight and good morning kisses. because you were afraid of the risks but you’ve grown addicted to the thrill of love.

“he said… no matter how hard i push him away, he will stay within my reach.”

you hear your own shaky breathing. that moment— it’s still burned into your memory. you’re still holding on to it. it’s a promise he is yet to break and you pray that he never, ever does.

“i don’t want to push him away. i want to be within his reach too.”

you’re two people loving each other with everything within your means. after the endless pains and the deafening noise, you like to think that’s what makes this relationship worth fighting for.

“does my opinion still matter knowing that? will you let me stop you?”

“no, i won’t. i’d make you change your mind.”

if you had a machine connected to you, she would see how your heart rate has gone off the charts. but you’re known to say whatever’s on your mind and that, much to your dismay, isn’t switched off despite sitting infront of the woman who birthed and raised the love of your life.

you sniffle, pursing your lips nervously. “but i feel like there might be a right answer to that one.”

what you didn’t expect was her to laugh until her belly hurts; placing a hand over her mouth in an effort to calm herself down and keep grace.

“mom! stop, i’m so embarrassed!”

“no, ____, don’t get me wrong!”

she is teary-eyed as she gathers herself together.

“the more time i spend with you, the more i realize why jungkook loves you so much. i’ve seen him show incredible commitment twice. do you know that? first, when he went to seoul to become a singer. second, when he told us he got an apartment because he wants to be with you… of course, as his mother, i’ll admit that he’s young when he made those decisions, but he always proves to me that he’s smart and responsible.”

the urge to cry returns and strengthens as she speaks. you feel your eyelashes become damp with unshed tears. you don’t know how to act. you fiddle with your fingers. you stare at the strings and peels of the oranges you can still taste.

“i believe we both know jungkook’s personality well. he wouldn’t have let me stop him either. i’m happy to know that you’ll fight for him too.”

“thank you…”

“tsk, tsk, tsk- what is there to cry about? jungkook will get angry at me if he discovers that i made you cry.”

she wipes away your tears; however, the unmistakable scent of oranges that has clung to her hands and the affection in her tone bring forth a waterfall.

“seeing this makes me sadder.” she laments, referring to the stitches on your face.

“me too,” you babble in the midst of quiet sobs. “it makes me sad. it’s so ugly.”

—

you can’t remember the last time you felt this alone. perhaps it’s the effect of staying in an unfamiliar building of complete strangers. without your mobile phone, may you add. you managed to persuade jungkook’s mother to leave an hour ago because you didn’t want her to sleep on the uncomfortable couch.

the lights are turned off except for the lamp beside your bed, and with the television muted, you could hear a hairpin drop.

you’re alone and you can do whatever you want.

you dragged the visitor’s chair infront of the window to admire the garden like it’s a painting in motion. you watched people converse, stroll, and drink coffee. you watched them run for shelter when the clouds became too heavy and the sky began to fall. oh, so that’s why you couldn’t see the stars.

at this moment, there’s nothing left to amuse yourself with but the trembling of the leaves and the raindrops forming temporary rings when they fall in the water fountain.

your senses crave for more. you reach over and crack open the window, just enough to allow the sound of the rain and the scent of it permeating the earth to enter your room.

“this is kind of peaceful.” you whisper, amazed by the new lightness carried by your heart.

you close your eyes and you breathe in the petrichor deeply. you want nature in your lungs as a reminder that you’re alive. you welcome the cold wind kissing your face. you can feel your hair touching your neck. you always do, but for once, you’re choosing to acknowledge it. your thumb slowly brushes across the palm of your hand, perceiving the texture of your skin, the softness, and the lines. and your feet, they’re in the clouds, the fluffy slippers jungkook’s mother bought outside because she knows they’re your favorite to wear.

you’ve loved and despised this body for a million different reasons. your mind and heart have accepted defeat countless times, but your body wakes up to every brand new day without fail. your body implores you to live. did it finally give up on you today?

“baby!”

you look behind to search for the source of the sound.

you get your answer from the kiss planted on your lips.

you only saw his face for a split second, but even if you had your eyes closed, you’d know it has to be jungkook kissing you.

you can smell him. you’ve memorized the way the shape of his lips fits with yours.

oh, the sounds of his kisses too. you like to call them the butterfly call because they make butterflies appear in your stomach.

you could trace the scar on his cheek with your finger if you want to.

god, what a privilege it is to experience life in this vessel.

a knock on the door forces you to part too early. the same nurse from earlier enters and you internally scream all the curse words in your dictionary. jungkook acknowledges her with a bow and a quick ‘hello’ before squatting down infront of you.

“i committed another crime for you today.”

“huh?”

your wide, confused eyes take a glimpse at the nurse who is doing something with the controls of your iv line.

hahaha… she knows he’s not serious, right?

“what did you do?”

his smile is so big that his eyes have turned into little crescent moons. you’d make a guess but there is an infinite amount of things jungkook could possibly be this excited about.

…apparently, one of them would be strawberry cake.

you gape at the transparent box he was hiding behind his back all along.

“did you steal somebody’s birthday cake?!”

“it’s a producer’s birthday and he received lots of cakes, so he told me i can take one home.”

“how is it stealing if he allowed you to take it?”

he tosses his backpack on the couch as he sets down the box on the table. he rummages through the bag his mother left behind, successfully bringing out a spoon. meanwhile, you get your blood pressure taken again.

as he opens the box, he sends a smirk your way.

“no. i hid the strawberry cake because there’s so many who wanted to eat it.”

“are you crazy?!”

the nurse clicks her tongue. “don’t talk and stay still, please.”

“oh,” your hand flies to your mouth on instinct. “i’m sorry.”

“i’m sorry.” jungkook also apologizes.

you and your boyfriend secretly share a look, exchanging a smile that is stifled laughter inside. your lips remain zipped as the nurse restarts the process of taking your blood pressure. on the other hand, jungkook eats a spoonful of cake, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at you. you roll your eyes and he tries harder to laugh without a sound.

seconds later, he grumbles about the room being too warm. he wipes the beads of sweat on his forehead using the back of his hand, and he does the worst thing he could possibly do at this moment. he reaches for his back, pulling his sweater over his head. naturally, his inner shirt rides up and allows wandering eyes a peak at his glorious toned abdomen.

passed out in the shower. busted your eyebrow open. front-row seat for a woman flirting and ogling at your boyfriend.

how fucking great.

“hello? i think it’s done.” you snap.

“a-ah, yes.”

you hear her swallow as she removes the cuff from your arm. she may be wearing a mask but she’s hot and red all the way to her ears. you’ve only read about it in books. you didn’t even believe this could happen in real life until now.

“i will check your temperature too.”

“go on.”

you repeat the same process from hours earlier, drumming your fingers on your thigh as you wait for the beep.

“yah, why is the window open? you’ll catch a cold.”

jungkook, yet again, steals the attention of every person in the room when he rises to his feet. his shadow casts over you as he closes the window.

“i wanted to smell the rain.”

“is the room getting too stuffy for you?”

you shrug. “i just wanted to smell the rain.”

you feel the nurse’s stare. you offer her a smile and her nameplate briefly gets caught by your vision. kang ji-woo.

“ji-woo; that’s a pretty name.” you pay her a sincere compliment. “it’s healing, don’t you think?”

“yes? uh-uhm, y-yes…” she replies, unsure and confused by the sudden small talk. “actually, it’s been linked to a reduction in stress and anxiety levels.”

“thank you! babe, did you hear that?”

“uhuh, think about my stress and anxiety levels.” he leans against the window with his arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at you.

so now he’s flexing his arm muscles. cool, cool, cool. you know he’s not doing it on purpose and his entire existence is just naturally hot and it’s infuriating.

“i’ve been worried sick about you all day.”

his statement makes you frown for a new reason. at the same moment, the thermometer beeps.

“could you please tell him that i’m fine?”

“37.3, uhhh- that’s slightly above normal. how do you feel? does your head hurt? are you cold?”

“i feel fine though?”

“okay. please take a lot of rest and stay warm…” her gaze lingers at jungkook who is blocking the window. “keep the window closed. hopefully it won’t be higher when i check again later.”

seriously?! you could cry. you want to go home where it’s comfortable. where it’s only you and jungkook and bam.

but you bet somebody would be happy if you had to stay longer.

“i’ll look after ____.” your boyfriend sighs, pulling out a jacket from his backpack.

“you shouldn’t have kissed me. what if you get sick?”

your blatantness causes the nurse to pause in updating your chart. she awkwardly clears her throat. “yeah… that… that isn’t currently advisable.”

“i’m sorry. i’ll control myself.”

you earn a glare from jungkook, then he fakes a smile which you gladly return.

“before you go, may i request for a new blanket? sorry, i spilled something earlier.”

“sure thing! i’ll come back with that right away.”

—

“she seemed happy to leave.” jungkook remarks. “i can’t tell if you were actually being nice or being passive aggressive.”

you smile innocently, taking a bite off the strawberry you stole from the top of the cake. “i’m a fucking angel.”

damn it, why is he suddenly turned on?

were you serious about the no kiss rule?

“would you rather i be the type to pull their hair?”

he shakes his head with a laugh. “but you did slap someone once.”

“you want to see me that furious again?”

“never in my wildest dreams.”

he kisses the top of your head, producing an exaggerated ‘mmmwah!’ sound that makes you giggle happily.

“here, have some more cake.”

he offers you a spoonful of cake.

no, it’s bigger.

as a matter of fact, the piece could probably pass off as a cupcake.

you gawk at it as if you’re figuring out the logistics of putting it in your mouth. his heart does a flip when you tilt your head and do your best to take in the whole thing. however, in the middle of it, you decide that you can’t, and you end up biting it off a little more than halfway.

oh my god, he loves you. he loves you. you’re so fucking cute.

your cheeks are full as you struggle to chew. you cover your mouth with your hand but they don’t touch. you’re so elegant in your ways and sometimes he wonders how you’re still attracted to him after he acts stupid.

also, plain white nails? that’s new. you always want colors.

“your nails look pretty.”

he is so focused on you that he fails to take notice of another presence occupying the room.

“your mom did them for me.”

“i figured. she wants to do mother-daughter things with you.”

the short break of silence speaks volumes. you look at him, blinking with eyes hinting at a type of joy you’re lost on how to express.

“did you choose white?”

“no. we were watching a drama and it was the couple’s wedding.”

oh, that makes total sense.

“let me guess,” he trails off with a half-embarrassed, half-entertained smile. “she asked when we will get married?”

“why would she ask me that? how would i know?” you scoff.

his heart starts at a thousand miles per hour. fuck, are you hinting at him? are you messing with his feelings again? with you, he always needs to remind himself to be rational.

“i need more time to prove to you that i’m husband material.”

“what? stop it. i don’t care. i don’t need a ring.”

your unpredictableness pushes him to the edge of his seat.

“don’t pressure yourself. you already treat me way better than most husbands do their wives.”

the pride painted on your face is unmistakable. he feels his heart swelling in his chest. has he been doing a better job than he originally thought? after what happened today, he was terrified that he hasn’t been paying enough attention to you.

“i’m so happy with what we have.”

you offer him a delicate smile before eating the rest of the cake that was left on the spoon. he swears there’s a glowing halo above your head.

could your temperature have magically dropped in the past five minutes? would you kill him if he kissed you right now?

“is there anything else i could assist you with?”

and then he is rudely snapped out of his hopeless adoration and daydreaming.

“that’s all! thank you for your hard work!” you chirp.

he turns to the nurse with a lovesick grin.

“please come to our wedding.”

the unforeseen wedding invitation earns him a slap on the chest. he clutches the affected area, wincing in pain.

he hears you mutter. “don’t invite strangers to our wedding.”

the irritated glare he predicted to face isn’t there. rather, you’re wearing the flustered smile he only sees when he knows that he did something to make you fall for him all over again.

before ji-woo left, she tried to subtly reject the invitation by jokingly saying that she’d die to go, but most probably, she’d have to work that day. you know… being an overworked hospital employee and all. you caught her glancing at you with bitterness failed to be guised as indifference. you get it. you’d hate it if another person was in your place. frankly speaking, you could be miles pettier.

your boyfriend wipes the corner of your lips, thoughtless as he licks off the cake frosting from his thumb.

damn it, you wish she was also here for that.

“you haven’t stopped smiling.”

“you love me and you never let me forget that.”

you give an answer despite the lack of a question mark.

you just made his world stop spinning on its axis and you’re not even aware.

jungkook knows the heavenly feeling of knowing that he is loved, but he has never deeply considered the joy and relief when the person he loves believes that he loves them.

“i’m so lucky. i love you.”

you push yourself up to plant a kiss on his forehead. it’s a rarity he treasures and keeps.

“i love you too.”

he cries infront of you.

almost.

he excuses himself to the bathroom and cries in there a little.

you’re so easy to love— that’s why it makes him want to do difficult things for you. like commit more crimes?

[sunaluv]

A cute prompt! The moment they realized they want to spend the rest of their lives with you 🥺🥺 (Also hi hello new follower here i love ur works!!!! Hope ur having an awesome day stay safe and stay hydrated 🫶🫶🫶)

i got you

feat: ran, eren, shigaraki(🥹), gojo

RAN

ill be honest, it was probably during an argument.

he was absolutely smitten with you. that was probably why you too rarely fought. also, the two of you were too unbothered to draw out fights long.

so when it hit the 2-day mark and he hadn't seen or heard from you since you stormed out of the house, he became worried.

he had a lot of enemies and you knew that too. his mind kept him up at night if he didn't spend it combing the streets of japan looking for you.

the rest of bonten saw it too. he became more snappy with his colleagues (they had to calm mikey down before they fought fr), he went crazy and fired his secretary for some reason, mans was spiralling out of control.

his brother hated seeing him like this, so he helped look for you, contacting all your friends and family on your whereabouts.

eventually they found you, hiding in your friends' house (she's a real one and told them she didn't know where you were when they asked).

ran was an emotional wreck. over a girlllll.

honestly, rindou was shaking his head, but he knew his brother was in deep.

you talked things out and smoothed it over, and although you were a little pissy with him, you allowed him to hold you in his embrace, whispering gently apologies in between kisses to your hairline.

when you finally fell asleep in his arms, ran didn't want to let you go or sleep. he felt like you might disappear if he takes his eyes off you for a second.

that when it hit him how deeply in love he was with you, and he (along with everyone in the bonten building) realised you really do keep him sane and he can't imagine a life without you.

he promised that, if you stuck around long enough, he'll make sure you stay with him forever <3

EREN

best friends to lovers trope woop woop

okay so he realised this way before you two got together.

so one day, there was a big falling out in your friend group which caused a massive divide.

you, mikasa, sasha, and the eldia boys (reiner, bert) were all on one side. and eren, armin, jean connie and such were on the other side. yall were a big friend group too so the news travelled fast that you divided.

you and eren weren't the causation, but people had to pick sides which meant you were split up.

the divide couldn't have come at a worse time too because you were in that stage where you knew you had feelings for each other and were flirting and dancing around the fact that you wanted to be together.

now you couldn't be seen together by your friends unless you wanted to cause more drama (giving romeo and juliet).

he still had a strong desire to see you, so he often snuck around with you in the evening/night time, and it honestly was kinda romantic, though you wished you could hang out in the day too.

he took you out on 'dates' (referred to as 'friendly outings' bc feelings are complicated) and he drew them out as long as possible because he hated it when it was time to say goodbye. every time you left, he would count down the hours before he could see you again.

absence really does make the heart grow fonder because he had to control himself from gravitating towards you during the day and it hurt the both of you.

it was one random night where he couldn't fall asleep. he was just staring at the ceiling, replaying your whole date in his head and he didn't realise he started smiling a little.

with his head buried in the pillow, he sighed wanting nothing more than to be with you forever.

SHIGARAKI

you were the first and probably the only girl to show interest in him and honestly, the minute you did, he thought yall were locked in for life.

he thought relationships were purely meant to be transactional, so when he finally understood that you just wanted to be there for him because you truly cared and loved for him? he thought he was sick by the way his heart squeezed.

it took him a while to adjust, and you gave him all the time and space he needed because the last thing you wanted was for him to be overwhelmed.

he slowly became more comfortable with you helping him with things, once he learnt he didn't have to do everything solo whilst he was around.

he was changing for the better (not too much tho), he notices how much healthier he looked now that he was getting three proper meals a day, his skin felt hydrated and the desire to itch his skin off drastically lessened.

he felt like it was too good to be true and became paranoid that something bad was gonna happen like the heroes taking you away, or AFO manipulating you, like he did to him.

kurogiri felt proud of his young master for recalling the 'gentlemanly advice' he gave him as he watched the two of you converse on the loveseat in the quiet bar.

his league was empty, the bar was old and not bringing in enough money and he had a whole lot on his plate which was enough to make him hate everything.

but with you around, he could learn to hate things a little less <3

GOJO

manga spoilers

mans busted out the box and was craving your touch instantly!

the last conversation you had before he got sealed was him telling you he'll be back later, pecking your pout away before leaving.

little did you know you wouldn't see gojo for another 19 days.

he didn't have a lot of time before he had to go and fight sukuna, so he wanted to talk to you while his time was still guaranteed.

the reunition was hella emotional, he squeezed you so tight and let your tears soak his shirt.

he pulled your face back to meet his gaze, and you were surprised to see tears welling up in his eyes, but that was the least of your problems. you noticed him trying to get his words out and you were patient as he seemed to be finding the right words to say.

after lots of out of character stuttering, he blurted out "marry me."

you were shocked and he was scared he crossed the line when you went silent for a minute, but you very emotionally said yes on your apartment floor in your baggy sweats and t-shirt belonging to your now-fiancee.

although it was just under 3 weeks he was gone, it felt like an eternity without you, so he vowed that when he got out of the box, he was going to make sure you know he will always come back for you.

[wonuwonder]

Hiii new moot!! I’ve been feeling really soft for Gyu lately so how about waking up to a sleeping Gyu 🥺 Just a soft and fluffy morning tgt 🤧

8:00 am — kim mingyu (f)

an: hii! thank u sm for the request<3 i really loved this idea, hope u like it too ! also when i mention his sleeping habit, this (safe) is what i mean [ps to the anon who sent a wonwoo request a while ago, i didn’t forget! i just liked your idea too much and i’m still working on it cuz i got carried away😭]

content: pure fluff, very cute and soft, mingyu x fem reader, established relationship, lowercase intended. 0.5k words.

watching your boyfriend sleep was one of your favorite things to do, specially on a sunday morning when you both had nothing else to do than being home all day, cuddling and spending time together, one of your favorite plans ever, it was 8 am and you couldn’t sleep anymore, which felt like a crime, but spending your time admiring your boyfriend sleeping next you didn’t sound bad either.

laid on his back, facing the ceiling, hands sprawled all over your bed, you watched him enjoy his sleep, admiring each and one of his features. his hair always became messy because of how much he twists and turns in his sleep. his chiseled face looking even more beautiful with the sun light in your room, which he didn’t seem to notice, as he continued sleeping peacefully.

he was making little chewing noises, pursing his lips to the air as if he were blowing kisses to the air, he had that unique sleeping habit which you loved.

cupping his chin and cheeks with your hands, you turned him softly and got closer to him, leaning your weight on his big chest, leaving kisses all over his face, earning a soft grown from mingyu, as he was slowly waking up.

“good morning baby” you greeted him softly, and almost instantly he grabbed your waist with his free hand tugging you against him, making you lay fully on top of him.

slowly opening his eyes, groaning against you, he greeted back “hi” he squinted his nose and you continued to leave kisses all over him and stopped at his lips, fully kissing him, barely even woken up he wasted no time on kissing you back, bringing your waist even more against him, and caressing your hair with his other hand “i love when you wake me up like this” he says pulling back from the kiss smiling.

you lay your head on his chest listening to his heart, closing your eyes, him resting his chin on your head, caressing your back with his fingers, while you played with his arm, scratching him softly with your nails which you knew he enjoyed.

you could spend your whole day like this, snuggling with mingyu, kissing and cuddling, there was nothing better.

“i woke up and couldn’t sleep anymore” you tell him and he hums against your ear, slowly lifting your head up to look at him, he caresses your hair out of your face, grinning at you, he presses a kiss to your forehead, you try to snuggle into him even more, even if it was physically impossible to be closer. “and i can’t fall back asleep if i’m not hugging you” you admit, and he snorts, trapping you in his arms even closer, he covers you both with the blankets and leaves a kiss to your hair, “let’s sleep a bit more then baby, i’m right here with you”

an: english isn’t my first language so i’m really sorry if there are any mistakes, i’ll try to fix them asap

[sethsclearwater]

I have an Embry request if you feel like writing it!! Embry and his imprint are getting to know each other but she’s quite shy so he’s been respecting her boundaries and not being very touchy with her but then she gets a bit tipsy at a pack gathering and skips over to him and takes his hand/rests her head on his shoulder/wiggles her way under his arm and he’s like internally so so excited but tries to play it cool in front of the pack (who obviously know from the mindlink how much he’s dying to be more affectionate with her) and it’s just sweet happy Embry finally having his own imprint to cuddle with at a pack party🥰🥰🥰

he's the cutest🥺

...

"embryyyyyyy-" you sung your boyfriend's name as you skipped over to him, smiling when he looked over his shoulder to smile at you as you took his hand, coming around the lawn chair he was sitting on to plop down in his lap and wrap his arm around you.

you weren't one to show that much physical affection so to say embry was shocked was an understatement. it wasn't that you didn't want to show physical affection for him, it was just that you were generally a bit more reserved and shyer than the other imprintees.

you missed the way embry's jaw dropped as you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, letting out a happy sigh as he wrapped his other arm around you to hold you close to him.

jared and paul let out soft chuckles from next to you, both them and embry both smiling as embry's daydreams finally became a bit of reality.

"missed you," you murmured against his collarbone, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as you took in his warmth, feeling awfully grateful for his added warmth considering how chilly it was getting as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon.

embry slowly pressed his lips to the crown of your head before he responded, "missed you too pretty thing," he whispered against your head, "you tired?" he asked softly, running one hand up and down your sweatshirt soothingly as he waited for your response.

you hummed and nodded, "jus' wanted to cuddle," you whispered, lifting your head to peek up at him only to see him watching you adoringly.

he chuckled when he saw the way your pupils were blown out from all the alcohol, just pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before responding, "if you wanna fall asleep that's okay," he reassured, "i'll wake you up when we're leaving, yea?" he suggested, barely containing his laughter when you yawned before nodding, happy with his thought process.

as you curled back up in his lap, embry lifted his gaze to paul and jared, smiling bigger than ever which had both boys laughing as they got up and playfully patted him on the back, both being careful not to be too rough.

you let out a soft sigh as you allowed your eyes to fall closed, feeling more than safe to fall asleep in your boyfriend's lap as he held you close to him.

[creedslove]

BABY BLISS 🍼

Post outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Tommy's daughter was born a couple of months ago but Joel can't bring himself to be around the baby as painful memories of his late daughter continue to haunt him and you try your best to support him

(This can be read as a continuation of SLEEP BLISS 💤, SHOWER BLISS 🫧 and MOONLIGHT BLISS 🌙 or as a stand alone, it's up to you)

Warnings: established relationship, age gap, fluff, angst, hurt, anxiety attack, talks of pregnancy, as usual, out of character Joel as always lol

A/N: I LOVE JOEL MILLER 🥺😔

2k words

You thought Joel was indestructible. He was fearless, courageous, when needed, he was violent, brutal, mercilessly. You'd seen him take down men and creatures without flinching.

Nothing seemed to faze him, and you were sure he feared nothing in his life.

So watching Joel Miller being scared of a baby was actually pretty funny. At first.

Ever since Maria's and Tommy's baby was born, you'd been to their place a lot of times. You just loved helping them out with the baby, it wasn't the smartest idea to have one during the apocalypse, but then, they were married, in love, safe in a community and who were you to judge after all? Babies represented a new life, a wind of change, so when you saw that beautiful little thing for the first time, your heart melted.

She was an adorable baby, so quiet and small and you loved holding her whenever Maria would let you to.

Her sweet precious Flora smelled really good, you had heard of people talking about how babies smelled good but you didn't think it was true until you held her. You just couldn't get enough of your niece.

Niece.

That made you giggle.

You and Joel finally made things official after he took you on a date. You had been in love with each other for long, but you were both too scared to admit it.

Looking back at things now, you realized how silly it was because of how obvious your feelings for each other were, and you could swear you were the happiest woman in Jackson, as you could be with the man you loved.

But when you saw how happy Maria was with her baby, you realized maybe you were the second happiest woman in town.

The only thing that felt off was Joel's reaction. He never seemed very enthusiastic about the news his brother was going to be a dad, and when Maria finally delivered the baby, he was just in a weird mood. He kept to him, didn't say much, congratulated his brother and took him out for a drink, but he declined when Tommy offered him to hold Flora.

And since then, he kept his distance from the baby. He glanced at her from afar and that was it.

At first you didn't give it much thought, but you began finding it weird, especially after the uncomfortable silence that lingered in the room whenever Joel didn't actually acknowledge his niece.

Tommy didn't pressure him into holding Flora or anything like that, he had an idea why his brother was distant, so he'd rather not go there and make him uncomfortable.

You'd spent the whole after at Maria's while the men were out in town working and doing other tasks. Very often Tommy and Joel went back to some construction jobs, just as before everything went to shit.

He knew you'd stay at his brother's so he'd told you he'd stop by later and you two could walk home together.

Joel was hoping that you'd be good to go once he got there with Tommy, but of course you had to be inside, he sighed and looked around, trying to come up with an excuse so he wouldn't get in, but his brother was already holding the door open for him with a dumb smile and he could hear your voice inside.

The house was silent, the only thing they could hear was your voice, but you weren't speaking, you were humming.

Maria was in a comfortable slumber, she lay on the couch and ended up falling asleep once she saw her baby girl was safe in your arms. She'd spent most nights awake and it was a relief to have you around helping her. She didn't even know how to thank you, but to you, it was such a bliss to take care of Flora.

Joel stepped inside, he swallowed hard the moment he saw you holding the baby. You hummed a lullaby but she wouldn't close her little eyes. Flora was smart and curious, always looking around and cooing at people. He knew you'd already told him he should be a little warmer to her, of course she was a small baby and didn't understand things, but you reminded him maybe Tommy and Maria could be offended if he didn't show any interest in their daughter, after all, she'd been born a couple of months ago and Joel had barely looked at her.

But he didn't want to look at her, because if he did, he would recognize the features he used to love so much and he lost. He didn't want to hold her, because he knew her smell would remind him of the smell of the one he lost for good.

He couldn't do that to himself, he didn't want to live through that pain again, now he was happy and though he would never forget what happened, some days it hurt a little less, because he had you in his life and you made it all easier. But when he saw you holding Flora, he didn't feel strong enough. The way she cooed in your arms and blinked curiously and the way you pecked her forehead so gently, it gutted him.

"Hey princess, that's uncle Joel" you cooed at her and saw her fussing a little before giving him a gummy smile.

You chuckled and got closer "do you wanna hold her?" You offered gently. He saw your eyes sparkling and he wondered if you ever wanted to be a mom, you were a natural with kids, they always seemed to love you and sometimes he closed his eyes and wondered what things would be like if you ended up pregnant, but he dismissed this thought as soon as it appeared.

He could see how happy you were to be holding Flora, and how comfortable you were with a small baby in your arms.

He hadn't told you why he didn't want anything to do with the baby, he knew he was kind of a jerk, but since his brother never brought it up, then he didn't feel the need to explain it.

But when you looked at him that way, it melted his heart, he couldn't bring himself to say no to you. He heard a small coo and looked down onto your eyes, taking a deep breath and extending his.

You didn't think Joel would be willing to pick Flora up, and if he weren't you wouldn't insist it at all, but there he was, surprising you after all. Little Flora settled comfortably in her uncle's arms, her small nose nuzzled his chest as she began closing her eyes feeling sleepy. She looked curiously at him, but he was so warm she couldn't fight sleep for much longer.

Joel was in awe at his niece. She didn't even know him, and yet she trusted him enough to fall asleep, silly little princess, he thought to himself and smiled. She was so soft and small and the warmth in his arms brought him back so many memories he thought they were buried deep.

He didn't know why he was blushing, but he still avoided looking at you or Tommy, wanting to focus only on the beautiful little girl he had in his arms. He scanned her features and smiled at her, closing his eyes as he inhaled her characteristic baby scent.

His heart skipped a beat and his smile died as a lump formed in his throat. He was enjoying the moment, he really was but then everything came back, all at once and the moment he opened his eyes again he didn't see Flora anymore, all he saw was Sarah.

His sweet baby Sarah, it'd been so long and yet there she was in his arms. He felt a pang in his chest, thinking he'd gone crazy. The first time he held her in his arms, her first word which was also the first time she called him dada, the first time she scraped her knee and called for him, the movie nights they had together and finally how he held her limp body against his, the smell of her fresh blood invading his nostrils and how cold she got in his arms.

Joel let out a sob and opened his eyes again, Flora was still asleep but Tommy quickly picked her up from him "I got this" he said in a concerned way as Joel walked out the backdoor.

The lump in his throat was making it impossible for Joel to breath, he placed his hand in his chest, trying to reach for air but his heart hammered faster and faster in his chest. He looked around hoping he could find something to focus and calm down, but it seemed impossible. Tears ran down his cheek as he fought for control but felt he got to a dead end.

You ran to Joel as fast as you could, he was anxious and tense and you didn't know exactly how to help him, your eyes glistened with tears as you saw his own.

Your arms wrapped around his body.

"I'm here Joel, I'm here" you whispered to him and felt him fall onto his knees, you followed him and felt him burying his face into the crook of your neck. You pressed it, caressing his hair so gently, reminding him you were there for him.

"Breath honey, breath" you said as calmly as you could. Joel's grip was tight around your waist and you lost track of how long you stayed there.

•••

The walk home was silent, Joel didn't say anything and you didn't ask. He was embarrassed after what happened, to him it was a sign of weakness and he was sure that changed how you viewed him. He would rather be alone than be with you if you pitied him.

You, on the other hand, didn't want to leave his side at all, you didn't feel sorry for him, you felt love. You felt a burning ache, longing for him. You had seen the most human portrait of Joel someone could ever witness.

He wasn't a murderer, he wasn't cold blooded, he was a wounded man. A man who lost all but somehow made his way back to being happy with you.

Once at home, Joel went to his room and stayed there, complete silence filled the house and though you wanted to give him all the time he needed, at the same time you felt a need to be next to him.

You knocked on his door, and opened it, Joel was sitting on the bed, watching old pictures of Sarah.

You smiled sadly as he hid them quickly. They were his and he never let anyone see them, not even you. And you respected that.

You sat next to him and ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his arm pulling you by the waist as he let his heavy body lay comfortably in bed and pull you closer to him.

"We don't have to talk about what happened if you don't want to… but I want you to know I'm proud of you, proud of how strong you are, Joel" you told him and kissed his lips gently.

You wanted to tell him so many things, you wanted to tell him that you were proud he managed to hold his niece, you wanted to tell him you were sure she was as beautiful as Sarah was and you wanted to tell him if the world wasn't going to shit you would be more than glad in carry his baby, or you would never get pregnant at all, you wanted to tell him you would do anything he wanted you to, because you loved him.

So those were the only words you let it out.

"I love you, Joel"

He looked at you completely silent and pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead and closing his eyes, he wasn't there yet, he wasn't ready to tell you those three words, it could've been superstition, as he lost everyone he's ever loved, so you didn't mind, you respected his silence, because you loved enough for the two of you.

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A/N: I love Joel so much

[reverseexorcist]

♡ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ♡

You couldn't not give me Carmilla fucking Carmine and expect me not to go feral over her-

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !F!Reader

➲ Romantic ☒, Platonic ☐

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 1,479 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, these are kind've all over the place, Carmilla might be a tad OOC since this is my first time writing her

➲ There are so many different ways this relationship could possibly start. The mind boggles trying to think of all of them. Just think of all the potential shenanigans that could occur and have fun with that

➲ But lemme just say before anything - This woman is fiercely protective over you. Not in the cutesy, clingy kind've obsessive way, but the silently scary scary-dog privilege kind've partner. The epitome of 'excuse me sir, they asked for no pickles', and, because I love this trope, you are the only person (besides her daughters) that she will ever fully be soft for.

➲ Insert 🥺 right here

➲ Just, get you a woman who looks at you the way Carmilla looks at her wife. That's all I can say

➲ The soft moments in the morning when you can just lay in bed and watch her get ready. Pulling her hair up into her signature, gravity defying buns(?) and delicately slip on and twine her angelic steel shoes. The minutes of her fingers expertly working away in a comfortable silence as you just lay under the comfort of your warm blankets? Those are the moments right there 👌

➲ Probably not one for physical affection, at least not in public. Definitely not in public. Her reputation alone would probably put you in danger, which is, y'know, not good, so no hand-holding in public

➲ (Honestly, one part of her probably prefers not to be seen with you in public for that exact reason. The other part wants to keep you in her line of sight at all times because at least then she can personally keep you safe)

➲ All of that being said, can't deny she'd probably give top tier hugs. Proper bear hugs because this woman is tall and strong and would undeniably make you feel safe whenever you're in her arms. Depending on how tall or short you are, she could also probably pick you up if you really wanted 👉👈

➲ (She could 100% pick you up, and probably with one hand as well)

➲ Gives the most tender of little kisses. Small pecks on the cheeks and forehead whenever she's tired from work, her larger fingers gently grazing the sides of your head as her fluffy hair tickles your face

➲ And the adorable little pet names she whispers to you! Maybe you're just passing by each other in an almost empty street or just relaxing at home together, but she'll always try and take the chance to whisper something like 'mi Vida', 'mi Corazón' or 'mi Reina' just loud enough for the two of you to hear

➲ Let's be real, this woman is really goddamn tall, so you're probably shorter than her and she absolutely loves it and would absolutely tell this to your face just to fluster you. What she loves even more is the way you'd have to reach up on your tippy toes with her leaning down to meet you halfway just to have you playfully kiss her on the tip of her nose or her chin

➲ Maybe, very rarely, if she's feeling extra sentimental, she'd love it if you sat on her lap while she works in her home office, just so she can have your comfort and warmth nearby. More often than not this scenario would end up with you falling asleep in her lap and her carrying you back to bed with the smallest of smiles on her face

➲ If she could really help it, she'd prefer to keep you as far away from her work as possible. As much as she would love to have you in the office, maybe helping her with paperwork or something similar so she could have you at within her reach at all times of the day, arms dealing is a dangerous job. At least her daughter's have each other's backs' when they're out doing business, but you'd probably have to make it on your own or with one of her other employees and that's a big no no in her eyes

➲ Also, speaking of her daughters, your relationship with them would vary wildly depending on when you met them

➲ If you started dating Carmilla when Clara and Odette were rather young, they'd probably cling on to you like a second mother figure. In some cases, they might've even preferred you over Carmilla for the sole fact that their toddler puppy eyes work on you better than their biological mother

➲ Your dynamic would probably just be the three of you racing to see who could give Carmilla a hug first after she gets home from work

➲ (Though, this only works if Carmilla is hell-born seeing as sinner's can't have children)

➲ If you started dating Carmilla when they were older though, there might be a bit of a tense air when you first meet. Carmilla's protectiveness isn't just one way - Her daughters absolutely adore her, and although they definitely couldn't protect her physically, they'd do their damn best to protect her emotionally

➲ They'd warm up to you after some time though, seeing you do truly love their mother with your whole heart. You'd never be a parent to them, barely even a step-parent, but they'd respect you and care for you like family nonetheless because you make their mother happy

➲ Either way, her heart melts seeing the three of you getting alone, and she 100% has a family picture she keeps on her desk for her eyes only

➲ Sometimes she just waits until you fall asleep so she can cradle your head in her heads oh so carefully. She just sort've stares at you, her eyes glowing in the dark with her wild mane of hair spilling out behind her, and she just traces all the intricate details of your face with her eyes

➲ And then she just sort've hugs you closer to her, tugging the blankets a little tighter around the two of you as she presses the littlest of kisses to your forehead before relaxing into the pillows

➲ But just imagine Carmilla with a wife who died so much later after her. Just this tall, scary and proper woman that strikes fear into the hearts of millions with her little gremlin wife who keep talking about shit like reddit that the other sinners just don't understand (not even Carmilla herself, but she finds your antics somewhat entertaining, at least when she doesn't have to act as your self preservation instincts and keep you safe)

➲ Extermination is your least favourite day for multiple reasons

➲ The first being, well, the exorcists descending form heaven to brutally murder sinners left and right, but also because Carmilla changes around this time

➲ It's understandable, especially with what happened in one of the previous exterminations when she and her daughters got caught, but it still scares you to see you usually cool, calm and loving wife turn into a robot who's only goal is to get you and her daughters to a safehouse to wait out the terror outside

➲ Doesn't mean you're not grateful, though. You can look past all of that because you know she's just doing it to keep you safe, and in the end you'd rather be safe and living with your family rather than dead on the end of an exorcist's spear

➲ You probably also have a good relationship with the other overlords, despite never having gone to a meeting

➲ (It's because of this you've never met Velvette or the other Vee's, and if Carmilla has a say, you never will)

➲ Rosie, being the social butterfly she is, loves to talk gossip with you every chance she gets. Zestial likes to join in on your little sessions, not saying anything but bringing tea for everyone to drink and enjoy. Clara also likes to join in sometimes, but her sister would much rather sit with her mother and just watch the chaos unfold in front of them

➲ Almost certainly has caught you trying on her shoes when she's not looking. A part of her is annoyed because she'd rather not have you involved in anything to do with her work, but the innocent look you give her makes her rethink her annoyance in the moment

➲ She'd later found out Clara helped you because you also wanted to try and walk around on pointe like the rest of the family. No idea why you skipped straight to trying the angelic weapon shoes, but Carmilla does offer to help you later

➲ Overall, great wife and I'd give her a 9/10. One point deducted probably because she'd be a tad too overprotective, but everything else about her is great; From her bear hugs to those little moments the two of you share

Rules + Info,

Masterlist,

[artificialbreezy]

i’m in need of soft best friends to eventual lovers vibes tonight so,,,

being on tour with the boys and you basically have a standing invitation to Noah’s bunk— can’t sleep? get in. we can cuddle. you pull back the curtain and he’s handing you an airpod so you can listen to music together. or maybe you just talk and talk and talk and talk, about anything and everything, laughing so hard Jolly actually pops his head out of the bunk opposite to say that quote he needs his beauty sleep. maybe he braids your hair. maybe you wanna play with his. “don’t you dare cut it, Noah Sebastian Davis. I like it when the strands fall over your face.” he smirks a little at that.

I feel like Noah’s bunk is also his safe place, so if he just needs some peace and quiet, if his social battery is low, he wants to catch up on his favorite anime, yada yada… you know where to find him. but the fact there’s always room for you in his safest haven 🥺🥺🥺🦋🦋🦋 friends you don’t need any social battery for >>>

and yeah, it may be a little cramped sometimes, but you’d both be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the close proximity. you sleep better together anyway

hrrerrghhhhhhhhhhhhggggg

no okay but hear me out.

it’s late one night and everyone asleep and you’re just laying in your bunk on your phone and you’re finally like fuck this and get up and go into the like front of the bus and just kinda sit there and Noah hears you get up so he sticks his head out of his bunk and is all “pssst come here” and you’re like “okay!!!” and he invites you into his bunk all offended you didn’t just come into his bunk to begin with and you’re like “i didn’t wanna wake you up, thought you were asleep” and he’d pull you like super close, “sweetheart if you’re the one waking me up i’ll wake up happy each time” and you blush bc it’s CUTE. and you’re just laying there together silently all tangled with each other and you hear Noah whisper “fuck it” and he’s grabbing your face and next thing you know his lips are against yours and you feel like your head is spinning bc no way your best friend wants to be kissing you too and he eventually pulls away and is all “sorry if that made that weird I- uh had too” and you’re all smiley like “no please feel free to do it again.” and he’d grab your face again and give you the most gentle kiss. “wanted to do that for a while ya know. think about it all the time.” and you just cuddle closer bc you’re all flustered and don’t know how to tell him you feel the same. so he’s just rubbing your arm with his head laying on top of yours and he whispers super quietly bc he thinks you finally fell asleep, “i’d really like to take you out. make you mine.” he doesn’t expect you to hear him, let alone respond. “i’ve been yours, Noah. just been waiting for you to say something.”

[judgementdaysunshine]

☀️ + star wars + only one bed

I HAVE BEEN WAITING 84 YEARS 🥺

Han

He may seem sarcastic and cocky a lot of the time but when he saw the big and only bed in the room you could see his bravado instantly wipe away

After standing across from each other quiet and staring at the floor or wall he speaks up saying that you could share it just being careful of how close you would be

He made sure to face away from you with his face burning and bright red while you laid quietly waiting for him to throw in the towel and ask for a separate room

Soon after you fell asleep you accidentally turned and brushed your hand against his back making him freeze before carefully turning around looking at you

He gently fixes a part of your shirt that was messed up and moved a hair behind your ear before finally wrapping his arms around you and spooning you with your back to his chest for the rest of the night

You nearly fell off the bed when you woke up to find yourself wrapped in his arms with your head on his chest and his chin on top of your head but soon as you slowly calmed your racing heart you actually grew to like the warm feeling of being wrapped against him and fell back asleep to his warmth encasing you

Luke

He would be hiding his very beet red face in his hands while you offer to take the floor but he immediately grabs your shoulders telling you that you're taking the bed and he will take the floor

He will be determined to stay on the floor even when it is cold while you look at him wanting him to get in the bed until finally he looks at you getting up taking the blanket over him and putting him in the bed

He would be confused due to him being half asleep but soon falls asleep holding you to him holding his hand the rest of the night feeling comfort and love in the domestic moment

He would wake up for a minute smiling at you asleep on his chest moving a small strand of hair away from your face

When you both wake up you both go red staring at each other until you just moved hair away from his face pressing a kiss to his nose making him smile and turn even redder making you giggle

The two of you talk and lay beside each other even laying on top of him while talking and he doesn't mind just rubbing your back occasionally as you both fall back asleep to each other's warmth

Obi wan

He would immediately offer you the bed going for the couch wanting to make you feel comfortable and safe

He sleeps for 2 hours until you gently wake him telling him to get in the bed beside you realizing that you haven't slept a lot thinking and hesitating followed by him laying beside you in bed

Slowly you both fell asleep with your backs together but soon you woke up slowly tangling your legs with his and wrapping your arms around him with your face in the crook of his neck falling back asleep not knowing he had woken up not too long before you but pretended to be sleeping when he noticed you moving

He gently ran his hand over your hair until he fell asleep with a few strands tucked snug and loosely in his fingers with the other hand on your waist

The two of you woke up seeing each other at first both of you turned pink but then smiled and laughed just holding each other more leading to you telling each other how you felt

Soon sharing a bed became a secret and then lifelong habit that you shared together from that moment on

Poe

He may act like a big flirt but when he saw that big bed and didn't see another one he nearly lost the ability to breathe and his eyes popped out of his head

He would grab a pillow and blanket going to the other room but when you asked him to stay and sleep in the bed with you he reluctantly agreed making sure not to make you feel uncomfortable

Soon whether it was one or both of you at the same time you both slowly entangled your legs together with his hand on the back of your head and on your back while you tucked your face in the crook of his neck while you had one arm wrapped around his waist and the other around his shoulders falling asleep after

You woke you with your head tucked under his chin smiling as you listen to his slow breathing and fall back asleep to his warmth

The two of you wake up later on in each other's arms laying under the covers until you get breakfast and eat together in the room

Finn

He nearly fell on the floor only seeing one big bed instead of two smaller beds immediately offering to sleep on the floor or the couch in the other room

Soon after talking to you both end up changing in your sleep clothes and getting on your sides talking until you both fell asleep

During the night you woke up finding him leaned beside the window with his eyes red and tears flowing immediately sitting in front of him just gently talking

You open your arms and he latches onto you in a much needed hug soon pulling him back in bed with you letting him calm down slowly both of you falling back asleep after he gently kisses you

The two of you woke up the next morning learning the nightmare was about the first order and that they had taken you and harmed you not specifying what harmed meant but you knew he meant more than a couple of cuts and bruises

You both lay back down just holding each other sharing another kiss and making things official smiling as you hold each other

[lovely--lover]

Eddie Munson and Uncle Wayne Things

Some of my head cannons of Eddie and his Uncles relationship and your relationship when dating Eddie 😊 I got the idea from a post by @dunadain​Eddie and Wayne Head cannons Part 2​

🤘After a late night shift at work Wayne will come home so tired that he falls asleep on the couch. When Eddie comes out for a late night snack he will see his Uncle. Eddie will carefully take of his shoes and find a clean blanket to lay over him while whispering “You work too hard old man”

🤘You come over so often that Wayne makes you a key for the trailer. Eddie forgets his a lot and ”You’re a good influence on Eddie so come over anytime”

🤘On the weekend when Corroded Coffin performs you and Wayne will go watch Eddie perform. Inbetween songs Wayne tells you how he had to work two jobs to save up and buy Eddie's guitar. 

🤘Eddie takes you to the store so you can help him pick out a new mug for his Uncle. He is stuck between the D20 mug and a Garfield mug “Eddie I don't think your Uncle likes D&D” he gets the Garfield mug even though he’s just a stupid cat (according to Eddie)

🤘For Christmas Eddie’s Uncle gets him a D20 mug 🥺

🤘Cooking dinner for Eddie while Wayne is at work. Saving a plate for him when he get’s home leaving a note of the fridge Food in the fridge, enjoy Mr. Munson!

🤘”You can just call me Wayne sweetheart” 

🤘Wayne cuts Eddie’s hair and you watch from the living room as they use a spare chair in the kitchen. Eddie will have his arms crossed “What do you even know about hair you’re practically bald. You’re gonna mess it up and it’ll look like shit”

Wayne flicks Eddie in the back of the head “Be quiet boy. You’d be handsome with any haircut” Eddie’s cheeks turn red as he sits up straighter. “Y/N you want me to cut yours too?”

🤘After you and Eddie have dated for a while Wayne will have you both sit at the table with him and try to give you a ‘sex talk’ Eddie just laughs the entire time. (Wayne leaves a box of condoms on Eddie’s bed)

🤘”Eddie! They’re a keeper so don't be stupid.”

🤘You help Eddie study so he is no longer failing English. When he gets an A on his paper he show’s Wayne who immediately pulls him into a hug “That’s my boy! You’ll graduate in no time!”

🤘Eddie gives his Uncle a Hellfire Club shirt 

🤘Wayne tells you stories about Eddie from when he was younger to embarrass him. Eddie will literally pout “Wayne I don't think Y/N wants to hear it” you’ll sit next to Wayne “Yes I do”

Eddie goes to his room while you and Wayne talk about Eddie. He will pull out old photo albums and talk about how much his boy has grown. And although he’s not the best Eddies greater than he ever imagined. 

🤘Occasionally Eddie smokes cigarettes with his Uncle at the picnic table and they’ll end up sitting for hours talking with each other

🤘Wayne’s love language is acts of service and gift giving. So he will do Eddie’s laundry, build him a new table for D&D, buys Eddie cassettes of his favorite bands. Wayne will check your oil whenever you drive over, get you new shoes because yours had a hole in them, build you a bookcase.

🤘Wayne leaves notes for Eddie when he has to leave really early for work. Eddie keeps all of them! Keeps one in his drug box that says I’ll be home late kid stay safe I love you

🤘Wayne always ask you about Eddie and what he is up to. Ask you to keep an eye on him because “Eddie is a good kid but sometimes he just gets into trouble.”

🤘During a smoke sesh you and Eddie will talk about people who inspire you. Of course Eddie says a few big metal names and then finishes with his Uncle. Talks about how he is the hardest working man he knows and makes Eddie proud to be a Munson.

🤘Wayne has his cap and gown from graduation saved in a box tucked away in his closet so that Eddie can wear it when he graduates.

🤘On the weekends after Eddie performs his Uncle will take you to a local dinner. Where Eddie stuffs his face with cheap cheeseburgers and his Uncle pokes fun when you and Eddie share a milkshake together. 

🤘When his Uncle is sleeping Eddie will add some money (his drug money) to his wallet because he refuses to accept money from Eddie and insist he spend it on you or himself. 

Masterlist

I hope everyone enjoys them!

[toji-girl]

it's okayy!! i'll send it again :)) it was something like jjk characters falling asleep on reader (anyone u got in mind, i don't have a particular in mind atm but i would love to see it with nanami !!!), could be an established relationship or pre dating era, just something really fluffy and cute <333 i love you, have an amazing day ahead angel 🩷

I love sweet fluffy moments like this 🥺🥺🩷😭 I love you too sweetpea! you're so kind, I hope you have an awesome day too! also, these are kinda short and I only wrote for three characters! my mind blanked for Sukuna 🤧😭

Kento

Your fingers threaded through blonde locks further relaxing your boyfriend who ended up with his head in your lap during movie night, his eyes began to droop when the movie played and his cheek started on your shoulder then he ended up here.

He didn't mean to either.

When you invited him for dinner, Kento wanted to see you, to soothe that ache in his bones and hands that would be able to finally hold you, instead, he was fighting to not fall asleep. "Kento, sleep baby."

All he did was hum, his eyes fluttered open barely to look up at you. "I'm not sleeping," Kento told you with a warm smile that made you giggle as you continued to scratch at his scalp, "resting my eyes."

This time you threw your head back laughing at the old-time excuse. "Oh, I'm sure." You teased and let him get back into position, his head fit perfectly on your thighs and you smelled good and felt so warm.

Sleepiness lulled him in like a siren to a sailor, it welcomed him with open arms that he fell into gladly, he couldn't help it around you, he felt safe enough to let his guard down and you loved it so much.

You watched him knowing how exhausted he was and how taxing his job was as well. You grabbed the blanket and tucked him in before leaning back to get more comfortable.

Toji x Shiu

Dating two men means you get double love or double whatever it is, and like now you were getting a headache that split your skill listening to your boyfriends argue with each other while packing for your yearly getaway and you knew it was from being tired.

The three of you had stayed up late last night going down the list and then somehow you ended up falling asleep on Shiu while Toji laid his head on your ass using it as a pillow while you all sprawled out on the couch.

Now they were going back and forth on who needed to grab what and who was in charge of what. "If you don't shut up and listen-"

You stopped folding a towel to whip your head to look at Toji who looked back at you cocking an eyebrow. "Got somethin' to say princess?" He asked earning an eye-roll knowing he was tired.

"Nope, but you two should stop being asses to each other. We have thirty minutes before the taxi is here." It was all you said before leaving the bedroom with your suitcase and stuff, their argument still could be heard as you walked into the living room with a heavy sigh.

It was silent and it made you drowsy, your sleep wasn't the best, and neither was theirs and they had a plan to propose on the trip so their nerves were a little grated against and raw leaving them a bit bitchy.

Ten minutes into packing you were done and while making sure everything was correct Shiu emerged from the bedroom first and right over to you where he sat down pulling you into his chest. "I love you." He murmured nuzzling his nose into your neck kissing it.

"Shiu....we have twenty minutes, and our quickies are always not quick." You hummed wrapping your arms around his neck just in time for Toji to join and take his seat next to you.

He watched you both feeling his stomach twist, tomorrow they were going to ask you to marry them. "We're shitheads sometimes, ain't we?" He asked holding the back of your neck softly when you turned to look at him and kiss him too.

"Sometimes, but I am too. I love you both so much. Now let's get ready, please before we miss our taxi." You hummed and got up from between them to grab your suitcase and wheel it outside to wait.

Both men followed after and helped you inside first away from the scorching heat while they loaded the back up, then they got inside on either side of you. "How long is the ride to the airport?" Toji asked laying his head on your shoulder the best he could.

Shiu followed suit and his eyes were already closed before his head hit. "Forty-five minutes, we have enough time." You hummed and patted both their cheeks hearing both men start to snore softly after ten minutes into the car ride as their hands rested on your thighs.

Toji's fingers brushed along Shiu's and soon enough their fingers found each other and were interlocked which you snapped a picture of to show them later and to use as your screensaver as well.

[pupyuj]

omg pls stepcest with dom!yves (no gp) 🙏

ack, first ask and it's for one of my moon girls 🥺🥺

[cw: smut, stepcest, somnophilia, dubcon, bit of an age gap (not rlly implied nor is it important) but both are adults ofc.]

this is a bit self-indulgent but.. i'm thinking of something along the lines of having been 'family' for a year or two now, and you and yves are pretty close despite your differences. she's always been a bit reserved and cool around you, but she was also very, very sweet and affectionate. she often invites herself into your room, which you don't mind of course, and offers to do your makeup for you when you have somewhere to go, and you let her bcs yves' hands are so gentle :( and you like the feeling of having her so close, as well as seeing the satisfied smile on her face when you open your eyes :((

some people might say that the two of you are a bit too comfortable with each other what with yves always having an arm around your waist, or her face too close to yours, or the way she caresses your thigh whenever she's driving and you're on the passenger seat. you don't pay any mind to any of it though, because you loved your sister and you felt safe with her. but then things get weirder one night when yves comes home late from work stressed, and there was only one way she knew how to blow off that steam 🫣

to yves' luck, you were sleeping in her room that night bcs she has been gone all day, and you thought that being close to things that smelled like her would make you feel less lonely :(( yves climbing into the bed and immediately her hands are all over you :((( she's kissing your back, burying her face in your hair bcs your scent soothes her, and then sneaking her hands underneath your shirt and squeezing your breasts,,, her cold hands stir you awake, but you can't really comprehend what was happening yet so she lulls you back to sleep... thinking that you were safe and it was just your big sister cuddling you, you nearly fall back asleep.. until she slips a hand inside your shorts 😣😣

you were so exhausted, having been busy from work that day as well, so you couldn't really do anything to fight against yves even if you wanted to. but you were whining while she circled your clit, and you weakly tried to push her hand away but yves was persistent — she needed you, and she was going to get whatever she wants..

"just relax, baby. let me take care of you," she whispers as she slowly climbs on top of you, trapping you in between her and the mattress. she pulls your shorts and panties off easily, and she absolutely loves the sight of your pussy all wet for her even though you were half-asleep. then she's kissing your neck, leaving marks all over your skin and claiming what's always been hers.. again, you were whining at everything she was doing but made no effort to push her away...

"unnie.. stop..." you were saying while yves slowly inserted two fingers inside you. it didn't hurt. in fact, it felt too good, so yves couldn't take your complaints seriously when you were telling her to stop but opening up your legs wider yourself and bucking your hips into her fingers, desperate for her touch.

yves is a wildly unserious woman so i'd imagine she would be teasing you or literally make fun of you while she fingered you.. saying shit like—

"you've always wanted to get fucked by your big sister, right, baby? i've seen the way you've looked at me all these years..."

"you don't like this? even when you're dripping just for me?"

😳 her just burying her face in the crook of your neck while she fingered you, her pace and thrusts relentlessly pounding into your sweet spots. yves loving the way your moans sounded so she's just staring at your face, sometimes kissing you, but mostly she's just smiling, proud at herself for making her beloved little sister feel so good...

reaching your orgasm with a soft, quiet whine and coming down from your high with a whimper, looking up at your big sister while she loomed over you... only having just recovered from climaxing when yves shimmied down to put her face near your cunt, eyes hooded as she lapped up your cum... you'd think she was satisfied with what she's done for the night but no..

thank you for the ask! super excited to be writing for loona soon so keep an eye out for that 👀😚

[animeomegas]

When Simon and Luke entered our room (which is not our room yet), they said that it was comfortable for them and that it was like their place. Beelzebub and Belphegor said they feel the same way. I want to believe that it's all because of the MC. So imagine one of the brothers starts nesting due to stress and instead of their room they come to ours. They do not understand why they feel safe in it, but they cannot do anything with themselves. So all the brothers take turns nesting in our room and they don't want to discuss the reasons for this with each other. But what if they lack the smell of MC. They nest, but they are missing something, they can still rest, but they are haunted by a feeling of incompleteness. I like to think that MC somehow influenced the brothers and even in the past they miss us. Belfi cannot sleep because he is missing something, he does not understand why he has trouble sleeping. So we come and offer to stroke his head until he falls asleep, he immediately relaxes and instantly falls asleep. We gently move Asmo by the waist and he immediately falls into our arms without even realizing what happened. Satan feels an itch under his skin and because of this he walks all day irritated, we come up from behind and hug him around the waist. So his itching stops and he calms down. Beelzebub just comes to us for food and hugs. He knows that somehow food from us and hugs can appease his hunger. Mamon begins to say to all our actions that we are trying to touch him and that we cannot touch him. So, in spite of him, we hug him and it feels for him as if he spent a thousand years in our arms and he does not want to leave them. Levi's tail wraps around us and he does not understand what is happening until we hug him and stroke his tail. The brothers thought they missed the Celestial Realm, but they really miss the MC.

I wrote this late at night and english is not my native language so if you find mistakes please ignore them

This is so unbelievably cute 🥺

I don't even know what to add to this, because it's perfect!

The idea that they all have this deep seated longing that can only be sated by MC, but they don't know why, is amazing.

Thank you so much for sharing, anon 🙏🏻

[lovejosephquinn]

Can I make a request of Joey making out with you every night before going to bed. Just them together on the bed with sheets over their bodies kissing deep , fluffy and passionately. And it doesn’t lead to sex because all they need is each others lips to fall asleep. Maybe they even talk between kisses✨🙌🥰🥺🥺

Right away ma'am. Thank you for this cutie patootie request. 🥰

It started off this way ever since the start of your relationship, bedtime with your boyfriend was your most favourite time of day. You'd clean your teeth together, both take a corner of the sheets and count to 3 in the cutest way, climbing under at the same time to feel the benefit of the cool feeling before warming it up from the body heat.

Joe would always offer his arm out to you to which you'd happily oblige, snuggling by his side with your head firmly placed to his shoulder, looking up into his eyes whilst he stroked your cheek, watching you start to look sleepy; his favourite view.

The way you instantly became skin to skin, as close as you could be with no space left in between you, almost on top of him because you couldn't stand at to be at least an inch apart until you were safely in slumber. His fingers ventured through your hair, gliding effortlessly through it, he'd squeeze you tighter in an effort to feel more of you, your legs would wrap around each other like a cocoon. He was your safe place, his scent and body felt like home to you, a warmth that seeped through your skin and straight to your heart. It felt like you belonged there.

Every time you looked away or closed your eyes, Joe would notice, he'd make a hitched noise through his throat to bring you right back to him again so that your attention was completely fixated on his gaze. His chocolatey brown eyes sparkled with nothing but endless love for you, a kind feature of sorts and they were completely mesmerising to you, an addiction which you couldn't quite explain.

His hand would revert back to your cheek as he edged himself downward to be at eye level with you, nothing was to be said, just his face etching closer until your noses brushed one another, then his lips would safely land themselves directly onto yours, a soft barely touching sort of kiss to begin, something that sent electricity raging through your insides, butterflies engulfing your stomach to the point where you felt slightly nauseous, your heart flipped at the feel of his lips parting in time with yours and he seals it with a little nibble of your bottom lip before pulling back, a smile well earnt and so gorgeous that you could melt into a puddle where you lay.

"I love you, my darling." He whispers, his eyes scanning from yours and back down to your lips, a content sigh follows.

"I love you so much." You lowly reply, you could never tire of hearing those 3 delicate words fall from his mouth, his vocals sing to you like a heavenly beat each time they pass through your ears and cause you a euphoric feeling inside of you.

That's when he moves himself, forearm pressed to the mattress to hold him up, his hand not moved from your cheek only slightly slipping to your jaw when he presses his lips to yours once more, the sheets hugging you together making you feel ever closer. The kiss is still slow, but your lips part even more this time and his tongue presses against your bottom lip, tasting your skin thoroughly before making it's way inside of your mouth. The muscles dance together as one, your hands now cupped to the back of his head, pushing him down further so that you can intensify the movement.

Joe tilts his head to one side like he knows what you're asking for, his hand wedging itself to the back of your neck and all of sudden, it's extremely passionate. Your hands fist at his curls as slight whimpers erupt from your throat in unison, one after the other a little weeping sound urges the other to reply back through that one noise. You push your head upwards, using the force of your whole body to move him back, he breaks the kiss in a desperate attempt to understand what you're doing. "Let me lay on you." you ask breathlessly.

He immediately obeys and you climb straight on top of him, laying yourself onto your stomach with your legs secured in-between his, your lips confine themself straight down to his neck, right where he likes it. Sucking and leaving wet heavy kisses along the vein that sticks out of the side, his own scent leaves you longing for more, for everything; but right now your brain cannot fathom anything more than just having his lips attacking yours.

His hands move sweetly over your naked back, the palm of his hand massaging over your skin slightly as you move back up once catching the moan you solely desired to hear before you continued where you left off. Your mouth moved to his jawline, planting little pecks along it, feeling the graze of his stubble prickling your lips, slightly irritable on your skin but the sensation had your mind in a trance. Your hands lay either side of the pillow, fingers softly tickling the sides of his head when you moved back to his mouth, kissing him openly and directly before taking a small bite of his bottom lip. The chuckle which ascended from his vocal chords made you giggle, a kind of just getting you back for doing it to me cheeky kind of laugh, the convenient noises of adoration and ability to still have fun even though you were currently in a state of desire.

Your tongues writhed together once more and you plainly ignored what was happening down below, the feeling of a tent appearing through his boxers pressed onto you gave you all the more ammunition to deepen the kiss, his groans becoming more sloppy yet more attractive by the second. Joe moved his hands up to meet yours, intertwining your fingers together in a lovesick motion, completely covering your knuckles with his fingertips, his thumb stroking along the part of your hand which was bare. You came up for air for a second, both panting at the heavy session of what can only described as making out.

Letting go of his hand, you rub your eyes and let out a big yawn that'd been festering in your chest for the last couple of minutes and Joe proceeded to offer you a toothy grin, shaking his head slight understanding that you were clearly exhausted from your long day.

"Is my sweet love tired?" Joe asked rhetorically, he already knew the answer.

You moved your face down into the crook of his neck and his arms caged around you in a tight, warm embrace. "Is that a yes?" He again knew the answer without your response.

You nodded, letting a little kiss slip onto the bottom of his neck making him shudder from your soft touch.

"Come on then little spoon, time for sleep." He moved you to climb off him sluggishly, you turned to your side facing away and felt his hand creeping to the back of your head once he'd turned out the light, lifting it up a little to let his arm move through you freely and meet his other hand that had wrapped over your chest, pulling you closer into him, he smiled into your hair, taking in all that he could before closing his eyes.

The smile remained for the next couple of minutes when he heard your breathing grow shallower and your body feeling limper, you'd drifted off pretty quickly, but it always felt so comfortable in Joe's arms, nothing could make it easier to fall asleep than when you were by his side.

"Goodnight, beautiful." He whispered, adjusting his body to feel more comfortable and snug, not taking him long to join you in the sweet dreams of you that awaited him.

[dracobrooklyn]

Tav: I found a puppy 🥺

Durge: Anoth- what is that.

Tav: ...A worg puppy...

Durge: Put it back, you don't know where it's been

Tav: 🥺

Durge images belong to @imperial-agent

Durge was picking up the last of the supplies around the camp, any sticks and wood they could use for tonight's fire. It was a long day already dealing with more Goblins. He was getting tired of that smell, gods they smell so bad. He rather smell the smokes fire into his lungs than the stink of Goblin. Something him and Astarion can at least agree on... despite the metaphoric knives that being pointed at each other's necks. Durge was wondering where Tav was though? She was taking awhile to find food and supplies, she must have not went far since the Druids grove wasn't far. He knew her Druid skills are very useful, but he didn't want her to get jumped by more goblins or perhaps any Thralls under the mindflayers power. Durge then heard you greeting the others, oh thank the gods she is back. If you didn't come back any sooner, he was gonna grab everyone to do a rescue mission. "Hello Durge." You said greeting him. Your voice just like the morning summer sun shining onto his soul it soothed him "I found another pup." Durge paused... another dog? They already have scratch, and not to mention they acquired the baby owl bear they rescued from the Goblins. "Another?" he asked turning to look at you "Itov we already-- what is THAT?!" Looking what's in your arms, Durge could see a small pup that was barely had it's eyes open. It was content in your arms looking around it's surroundings sniffing around it's area. The new smells overwhelming it's senses. It made soft little grunts and tiny whimpers trying to communicate with someone at least. It was a small little thing, brown and a little fuzzy but not fluffy, but it felt safe with you, didn't panic what so ever. "It's a Worg puppy, isn't she adorable?" You asked Durge with a bright smile holding out the little beastie, as you outstretched the little pup towards Durge as it's little feet dangled in the air looking at the Dragonborn and sniffed towards him. Durge wasn't sure how to handle this... a... how in the nine hell's did she get that little pup!? Where was it's mother? "Itov put that back, we can't keep this pup." Durge reasoned trying not to lose his mind out his Druid found this damn pup! "But... she was alone. I couldn't leave this poor little angel by herself she would have gotten eaten." You explained to him. Oh gods now you were getting attached. He came over to you as you held the little pup in your arms, he set his clawed hands on your shoulder gently looking you in your eyes. "Itov, we have to bring her back to her mother and siblings." Durge explained to you looking down at the little worg pup. She yawned showing her new teeth as she snuggled right in your arms perfectly falling asleep in your warmth "She will be better off with her kind, and not to mention she might be too much to handle, scratch already has his hands full with the owl bear being a role model, I don't think we should put another animal onto his plate to take care of and protect." Durge was right, and of course you knew better, but your heart was only trying to do the right thing. and Durge knows, and that's what he loved about you. You are good to wildlife and you see the good in every creature they come across that looked friend shaped. "I'll go with you." Durge said "we can look together, and make sure she don't get hurt. Sound good to you Itov?" he asked you gently cupping your chin to look at him with a soft smile on his dragonborn face. you nodded with a smile "Yes, thank you." you said softly. Durge smiled back and wrapped an arm around your shoulders leading out into the woods letting the others know you both will be back... hopefully not mauled by the pups mother.

//I like to think in this oneshot Tav is a Druid in this one cause come on, if I was a druid I be like "aright your coming home with me." I would get so many glares from the party members XD.

[sebsxphia]

Jake just got home from a dangerous, difficult mission, that had a few close calls more than what you are comfortable with (that number being zero). After the quiet dinner where he told you what he could as you sat next to him with your head resing on his shoulder, some cuddling on the couch and a shared steaming hot shower, you get to love making, to fill in for the time spent apart. Jake is making you feel so good, you have tears streaming down your cheeks. You were close to tears throughout the day, from the relief Jake's presence made you feel. But now, with the two of you being so completely open and intimate with each other, you don't even think of holding the tears, or anything back. (Jake at first worried you were crying because he hurt you somehow, but you reassured him that these are "happy tears, baby, so, so happy".) Your mouth is pulled in a taut o shape, soundlessly moaning, eyes fluttering between almost closed and almost open, back arching off the bed despite him laying most of his weight on you while you are right at the brink of your high and at the moment you tumble over. Not a second later, as your tight walls ripple around him, your body tries to fold in on itself, back no longer arching, your face burried in the curve of his neck, heaving sobs moving your stomach in sync with your inner walls' movements. Jake stopped all of his thrusts, and fills you up, burried deep within you, swimming in the ecstacy you make him feel.

He is looking up from where his head rested on your shoulder, taking in your tearstained, beautiful face. He is still lightheaded from the pleasure, but you are deeper in still.

"Jake..." that's all you can muster to whisper, awe, love and a deep, desperate longing thick in your breaking voice.

He knows he needs to soothe you, but he is too drunk on the ecstasy you made him feel. He goes in quick with a searing kiss, hoping to communicate all the adoration and devotion he cannot yet put into words, still trying to get back his senses. You continue with chanting his name like a prayer once you break the kiss for air. He peppers your face with lingering pecks and after a few, he is gently whispreing words of reassurance and love to soothe you.

Your cries fade. You are exhausted, but so satisfied and still have an iron grip around him, hands trying to cover his entire back.

"I love you, Honey, so much" he whispers into your ear, and all you have in reply is a sole laugh that turns into a hiccup before you kiss him. It is slow, sensual, all encompassing. It makes the both of you dizzy and lose your sense of time.

Once you separate, you keep your foreheads and noses touching as Jake turns the both of you to your sides, hiking your leg up on his hip, pulling you as close as he can, still burried deep within you.

You never notice when, but some time between sweet words and gentle kisses, you two fall asleep, safe and sound to wake up long hours later in each other's arms.

- 💚

oh my goodness, my beloved anon! 🥺😭 i was thinking about incredibly intimate and passionate lovemaking with jake last night. it’s like you read my mind when you sent this 🤭 no, because, just! oh god. i love this so, so much and i feel like this is incredibly real for when you’re both retunited. you’ve mentioned it before, how before the lovemaking, fucking, or sex, there’s just this time that you both want to spend with each other. you’re catching up, feeling the other one out with soft and gentle touches, and steamy showers together. of course there’s both needy kisses when you’re first reunited, but taking your time together is so incredibly jake coded and precious to him. thank you so much for this incredible thot my beloved anon! 💌