#he cant decide whether to cry or laugh

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

hi, im the one who requested the lov headcanons and I was wondering if I could requst again? Can you do a Dabi x male reader who is seruosly terrified of thunder and will literaly have a breakdown if he hears it? Theres a huge thunderstorm where I live rn and I cant stop crying and I just need some comfort.

Sending the comfort brigade!

Dabi didn't ask. He doesn't want to know, doesn't care, he tells himself, but trips up when he watches you try to hide the way you flinched when light flashed through the windows of this temporary hideout.

The weather outside was throwing a tantrum. You and Dabi had been out on a job for the league and got caught in it, thus withdrew to this little studio apartment to wait it out.

It's just the two of you, and Dabi can't decide whether or not he prefers your silence, curled up in the corner of the couch trying to breathe past tears over the sexual tension that's been stretched taut between you for the last week and a half.

The thunder claps above your heads, too close for comfort, and you startled in place, finally pulling your knees up to your chest and clapping your hands over your ears.

He definitely heard a sob that time, and for the life of him he doesn't know what the fuck to do, but somewhere deep in his gut, he wants to help.

'Hey, idiot.' He huffs once the thunder shuts the fuck up. 'What kinda villain's afraid o' the goddam weather?'

You didn't lift your head, didn't come out with a comeback or flip him the bird, you didn't care, you just wanted the noise to stop. You skin was cold from the dowsing in the rain you'd gotten on your way here.

Dabi knows that kind of panic, knows the fear that suffocates you so tight that who you are and what you are doesn't matter. You're just afraid.

Silently, he sits beside you, not an inch of space between the two of you, and snaps his fingers, lighting up the space in blue flame.

You flinched, thinking it was lightening, but lifted your eyes at the familiar blue glow. The sight of it alone is already a comfort, even if the only time you'd previously seen that fire was when it was roasting people alive.

'Just watch the fire.' Dabi mutters, familiar smoky tones rumbling low and comforting against your ear.

The lightening outside makes you jump, you want nothing more than to tuck yourself away again, uncaring of the beating your reputation is taking.

Dabi huffs, counting down the seconds until the thunder claps. The storm is directly above your heads, the worse place for it to be.

Just like you, he gives up on appearances and throws his arms around you, yanking your head down to his chest, wrapping his arms around you, bracing you against the noise.

'Alright, I gotcha.' His chest rumbles against your ear. 'You're with me asshole, no amount o' noise is gonna hurt ya with me around.'

You snorted, half managing a smile. 'You need to work on your bedside vocabulary, you ass.'

'Right back atcha, dumbfuck.' Dabi smiled, hearing something other than sobs from you was its own kind of reassurance. 'Now shut the fuck up and breathe.'

He held you steady and strong for as long as you needed him too, didn't laugh at you, didn't care. Dabi knows the panic, and though he's got no idea how the fuck normal people "comfort" each other, but this is the only way he knows, and his heart's happy as anything that it worked, no matter how little.

[idunnoanymore7]

Warming Up

Description: You and JJs looks at each other keep getting longer. What happens when you need him to warm you up?

Content: bad writing, JJ Maybank x fem!reader, friends to lovers, fingering (f!recieving), reader wears a bikini

Authors Note: Lowkey planned this with a super smutty part 2 in mind…thoughts??

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You didn’t want to go camping.

You are not a fan of bugs and outdoor toilets, and were perfectly comfortable with the idea of never going. 

But when your parents overheard your friends asking about it, it was all over for you. Soon enough, you found yourself in the back of the Twinkie trying to decide whether to cry or scream.

“C’mon y/n/n, it’ll be fun!” Pope says, gently slapping your shoulder.

“You were just warning us about the dangers of hypothermia Pope!” You respond.

“Yeah, that’s not gonna help anyone feel better,” says Kie.

“I think it’s important everyone knows preventatives! Drying out clothes, conserving body heat-“

“That sounds like the start of a porn,” JJ chuckles in the passenger seat.

You cant even laugh.

“Anyway, we’re here for you,” Kie says. 

“I didn’t want to go on my first trip either,” Sarah chimes in.  You smile at them.

“Thanks, guys. Just don’t want this to end up like Blair Witch or any other camping movie.”

“I’ve been to this campsite a million times,”

John B says as he turns the wheel. 

“Because my family owns it,” Kie rolls her eyes. “It’s barely in the woods.”

“Totally flat,” JJ says around his blunt. “Can see hot people from far away.”

“Very crucial,” you say dryly.

The conversation shifts away from you to the failed camping hookups. You think over your friends’ words in your head. Especially JJ’s.

You turn to look out the window at the passing trees. Your eyes catch JJ’s in the sideview mirror. He winks at you and you smile back, not quite reaching your eyes.

He spins back in his seat and calls your name. “You want a hit?”

“Yes please,” you say, needing any escape from your brain you can get. You reach forward and take hold of the smoke, careful not to touch his hand; you had enough going on right now.

“Damn JJ, thought you were saving that weed,” John B said to the rear view mirror.

You pause before your inhale.

“It’ll help calm her nerves man! Get off my back,” JJ retorted.

You smoked the blunt and secretly let Kie have a hit before John B had stopped whining about JJ not giving him any. 

You had handed it back when the van rumbled onto the gravel parking lot of the campsite. 

“Fuck, you had a lot,” JJ said looking at it.

“Sorry. Lots of nerves,” You grin sheepishly. 

“Let’s go!” John B hollers, jumping out of the van and walking around to open the door for sarah. They kiss and the rest of you make gagging noises.

“Aww you’re just jealous of how much body heat we’ll have,” Sarah says.

“Ewwww”, we chorus back. 

JJ has already lifted the trunk, tshirt blowing in the breeze. 

He hands you your backpack first, but when you go to thank him he’s already moved on.

You shake your head and stick with Kie to follow her directions on setting up your shared tent. Sarah and John B also shared, Pope had his own, and JJ insisted on sleeping outside.

“How often do you see the stars like this, baby?”

“He’ll be crawling in my tent at the first breeze,” Pope grumbled.

With everyones stuff packed away, it was time for the beach. You struggled getting on your swimsuit in the cramped tent, but succeeded and laid out your towel to read on the sand. 

“Whatcha reading?” Sarah says, her sunglasses pushed up on her head.

“Beach Read,” you reply with a grin, showing her the cover.

“Nice,” she smiles back before john b hauls her up and runs toward the water. 

He checks if she’s okay before jumping in, the shallow water coming up to their calves as they laugh. Your mouth bitters from jealousy.

“C’mon y/n/n! I’ll race you in!” JJ raps your shoulder.

“And freeze to death tonight? I don’t think so.” You tease.

“I’ll keep you warm, m’lady,” his sharp canine appearing under his smirk.

“You better keep that promise,” you grin and allow him to grab your hand and pull you  into the lake. 

The warmth traveling up your body from the connection only vanishes once JJ pulls you both fully under.

You come up, gasping. “Fuck you,”

“You wish!” He splashes water above his head and you smile at the joy on his face.

Soon enough, you’re all in the water. 

Your friends call out to start a game of chicken, and you call dibs on JJ as fast as you can.

“Come on!” Kie groans.

“Hey!” says Pope indignantly. “I can do it!”

You shrug at Kie and smile. “I’m just being strategic,” 

“Ouch baby, I thought you just wanted to tug my hair,” JJ says.

“You’re the most intense about chicken,” you refute.

“Really it should be called ostrich or something-chickens are too short for this,” JJ says.

“Guys let’s go!” John B calls with Sarah already on his shoulders.

JJ squats down. “You ready?”

“Yup!” you pull your bikini up on your hips and place your hands on his shoulders. Sliding your right leg over, then your left, you timidly place my hands on his head, flatly.

JJ shakes his head at you. “C’mon y/n/n you gotta grab on! That’s how we win!”

“Okay jay, okay,” you say, getting a better grip on his hair. You tried not to think of the implications, grabbing his hair as he-

“We’re ready!” JJ says, getting a better grip on your thighs. That doesn’t help you focus, but you try to keep calm as you look at the competitors: Kie on Pope, Sarah on John B.

You lean down to speak quietly into JJ’s ear.

“John Bs still got that right forearm from that fight with topper-if we push sarah that direction he won’t catch her.”

He grins and looks at you. “Dirty. I like it.”

You pat his shoulder and sit back up, getting situated. JJ bites your knee and you laugh.

Kie and Pope finally stop bickering and Sarah claps her hands to start the game. 

“And…go!”

You clamp your feet harder on JJ’s back.  He moves towards John B and Sarah, trudging through the water. 

JJ and you share a smirk as you divert to John B and Sarah’s left side. You immediately lock arms with her and began to shove. 

“I’ll get you!” Sarah squeals.

“C’mon y/n get her!” JJ says.

With a final shove, you send Sarah reeling back into the water. She squeals as she goes down, John B scrambling to keep her on his shoulders.

“Our turn!” Kie challenges you.

JJ turns to her and Pope.

“We got this,” you say.

“Hell yeah we do,” JJ replies, bouncing on his feet.

Kie and Pope lunge at you, but JJ sidesteps the attack. You grab Kie’s shoulder and tug to the left. Pope squeaks and they topple over. 

You raise your arms and cheer as the other four begin to grumble. It was a group of sore losers, but it was hard to care when you came out on top.

“Okay, game over.” John B says, rolling his eyes. 

“What, don’t want to lose again?” JJ teases. 

You whoop again to be annoying. JJ chuckles and leans down to let you off. 

You turn to him. “We did it!”

“We did it!” He repeats, and wraps his arms around your waist to swing you around. “Dream team!” He screams.

“Dinner time!” Kie yells and splashes to the shore. You all follow her, the heat of JJ still lingering on your back and down your legs. 

After dinner, we sit around the fire and drink JJ’s cache of warm beer he forgot to put in the cooler.

Everyone slowly breaks up: Sarah and John B heading to their tent with their hands all over each other, then Kie heading to your shared tent, and Pope to his. 

Soon, you and JJ are the only ones left.

“Losers,” JJ says. 

“Both in chicken and in being teens,” You say, taking a swig.

JJ chuckles and shakes his head. “Like, what now?”

You jump to your feet. JJ looks at you confused as you place your beer can down.

“Screw them. Let’s go night swimming.” You reach out your hand. He grins and grabs it, standing up.

“Like, skinny dipping?”

“Up to you!” You giggle, running towards the shoreline. 

“What, really?! Wait up!” 

You’re already pulling your shirt over your head when JJ reaches the water. 

“Jesus christ,” JJ says, eyes trying not to look at your bikini top.

“I wore this earlier,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but I was focused on winning..damn…”

You pull your shorts down your legs. “You coming or what?” you ask. 

“Yeah yeah working on it,” he said, crossing his arms to pull his shirt over his head. You try not to look as his abs appear, a happy trail down the bottom. You wade in instead. 

“Oh fuck it’s cold!” You yelp as your toes touch the lake. 

“Don’t be a chicken,” he said, now in just swim trunks. 

“Oh yeah?” you retort. 

“Oh yeah. I’m jumping all the way in.”

“Then i will too!”

“Okay, 3, 2-” JJ dives in before finishing the countdown.

“You dick!” you yell, running to jump in after him.

Unable to see anything in the dark water, JJ catches you completely by surprise when he jumps out and pushes you in.

You scream when you hit the ice cold water.

“Fuck!”

“Yeah, it’s fucking cold. You were right,” JJ says, shaking water out of his hair.

“You think?!” you say, trying to be angry but just laughing in the end. 

He smiles in agreement. “Yeah, I think.”

“Ok we’re gonna get hypothermia…let’s get out.”

“We’ll be fineeeee,” JJ responds. 

“Maybe you will, you living furnace, but I’m cold.” 

“I’ll keep you warmed up,” JJ gives you a toothy grin. “C’mere,”

“What?” you say, getting closer.

“Just c’mere-” suddenly he jumps forward, pushing you in again.

“You ass!!”

“What, you like it?” he turns to show me his ass.

“Hmmm lemme take a closer look,” you say. He backs up and you shove him.

“Fuck!” he resurfaces, looking at you with big hurt eyes. You can see the gears turning in his head on how he can get you next, so you end it there and head back to shore.

The two of you giggle and whisper on your way up the beach. But when you peek inside your tent, Kie is sprawled out asleep across both your sleeping bags. You groan to the sky.

“What’s up?” JJ says.

“Kie’s all over my stuff and I don’t want to wake her up.”

JJ leans in beside you and grimaces. “Yikes.”

“The fuck do I do now?” You say, already beginning to shiver in your wet clothes.

“There’s room in my sleeping bag, and body heat and all that.”

“What?”

“I said i’d keep you warm-sleep with me,” JJ replies.

You could feel my skin begin to buzz at the idea of being so close to him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude…”

“Yeah totally,” he shrugs. “These stars cant be appreciated alone.”

“Okay, but feel free to roll me out if i’m a bad bag-mate,” You say. 

He laughs. “I don’t think that’ll happen.” 

I grab my pillow, which Kie thankfully had not gotten on. “Thank you so much…Popes hypothermia talk has got me freaked out.”

“I won’t let you die, babe,” JJ says, unzipping the sleeping bag. Your heart pounds at the nickname.

JJ pauses once the bag is open.

“Are you sure about-“ you start.

“Yes, i am,” he cuts you off. He climbs inside and lays on his back, shuffling to the side.

You approach slowly, until he pats besides him.

“Roomy! 5 stars!”

You laugh. “Is there room service?”

“Whatever you request, milady.” You feel your face getting warm as you slide your legs in next to his. He was right-there was a good amount of room for a sleeping bag. That didn’t mean you weren’t in incredibly close proximity.

You sit on your elbows to put your pillow down.

“Oh good, I forgot to bring a pillow,” he says.

“JJ. What? How?”

“See! This arrangement works for both of us.”

“Did you plan this just to steal my pillow?” you tease.

“Oh, absolutely,” he responds. You both shift to get comfortable, putting your heads on the pillow. Whatever space the sleeping bag may have granted is stolen away by you both resting your heads on the same small pillow. 

Your breaths fan over each other as you lay there. 

“Thanks for helping me win chicken today,” he says quietly, looking into your eyes. 

“Thank you for getting me my first ever victory,” you smile back. Before you can stop yourself, you drag a piece of his hair behind his ear.

He freezes. 

You scramble to apologize but he stops you. He slowly reaches his hand up to brush your hair behind your ear. His hand doesn’t move, instead resting on your jaw.

Your knees knock. 

You can feel the heat building between your legs, and try to squeeze your thighs tighter.

“Y/n,” he whispers.

“Yeah, jay?” your eyes dip to his lips, and he lets out the smallest whimper.

His fingers weave more desperately into your hair. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

He groans and pulls your heads together. You moan into the kiss, hands going to his hair and gripping it harder.

It was everything you had imagined and more. You could feel him wanting you just as desperately as you wanted him. The lake water still lingered in his taste.

When you pull back to breathe, his eyes are on yours immediately. His thumb traces your lower lip, sending shivers across your face. You trace his cheekbones.

“I lied earlier,” you say.

“About what?” he says, concerned. 

“I did pick you in chicken to tug on your hair,” you giggle.

He groans again and kisses you harder. His open mouthed kisses expand to your jaw, and your breathing gets heavier.

His breath gets raspy. “Do you know how I felt seeing you in that bikini?”

“You can see as much of me as you want,” you reply breathlessly.

“Not here.” He kisses you again. “It has to be right.” 

You don’t get a chance to respond before his lips are on yours again, hands grasping you desperately. You slip your hands under his shirt to feel his stomach, almost gasping when you feel the hard lines of his abs.

“Jesus, JJ, fuck..”

He took advantage of your gasp to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring you with fervor wherever he could reach.

“Please, JJ..”

“What, baby?”

You moan softly at the nickname and the intensity of his eyes. “Want you..wanted you for so long,”

“Me too, baby, me too,” he kisses you. His hands grip at your breasts, their sensitivity making you arch closer to him.

“Fuck, love,” you mumble, scratching his scalp.

You lean to his neck, wanting to leave a mark of you on his skin. His hands slide up and down your torso as you work on the bruise, his pinky sliding along the hem of your bikini bottom.

Your buck your hips, and he takes the sign to slip his hand lower. His palm slips over the hair there and reaches your clit.

You groan into his neck, trailing your hands from his abs over his shorts to palm his cock. You took him in your hand but he stopped you. 

“Sorry, I should’ve asked-“

“No no just…let me take care of you,” he says, sliding your hand back into his hair. 

“I knew you liked your hair tugged,” you grin. 

“I knew you liked thinking about me in bed.”

“I-I didn’t-“ you’re cut off when his thumb circles your clit.

“What was that?” he smiles.

“I-okay, I did,” 

“What did you think about?” his middle finger begins to gather the slick around your hole, as his thumb continues its rhythm.

“I-if you-“

“If what?”

“If you liked praise-if you-if you’d let me sit on your face-“

He groans into your neck. “Yes and yes.”

He slides his middle finger inside you, curving it to hit your spongy spot. You groan.

“God J, you’re a dream,” you babble.

“Oh yeah?” he says, beginning to pump his finger. 

“Did you - think about me?” you ask.

“All the time,” 

“What do- do you want to know?”

“I wanted-“ he trails off.

“Tell me, please,” you moan and grab his bicep.

“I- fuck- I wanted to know what pretty sounds you make, if you’d let me get you  cockdrunk, what you taste like-“

You moan and kiss him again. He pushes another finger inside you and you break, cumming over his fingers.

You feel his strangled gasp beside you, and a wet spot on your thigh.

“Fuck, JJ, did you come too?”

“Yeah,” he says sheepishly.

“That’s so fucking hot,” you groan, shoving your lips into his again.

He pulls his fingers up and holds them between you.

“Look at this mess you made,” he teases. He puts his fingers in his mouth and groans, tasting you.

“God you’re perfect…I knew it. Taste yourself.”

He puts his fingers in your mouth, and you swirl your tongue to get every taste of you and him combined.

“Did I keep my promise?” he asks.

“Definitely. I am very warmed up.” you smile.

The sleeping bag is much more comfortable once you wrap your arms around each other, and you fall asleep tired and smiling. 

[cupoftaae]

Hi, Nini!! Can I request a Jimin angst with prompt 13 for the drabble game? (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

13- "you are breaking my heart...and you cant even fucking see it" x Jimin

Hi sweetheart! apologies for the late post but I hope you enjoy it <3

warnings- angst, swearing, mentions of drinking

"dont slam my car door!"

you heard jimin call after you as you ran into the house, him getting out of the car still.

"y/n!" he shouted, putting his phone in his pocket and running in, seeing you taking off your coat. He caught his breath before speaking "whats your issue?"

You scoff, giving him a knowing look before turning and walking past him.

"Hey!" he shouted, urging you to talk, "you screamed the entire car ride home and now your silent?"

You finally turned to look your boyfriend in the eyes, your stomach churning- "what"

He blinks, "what do you mean 'what'"?

"what do you want me to say?"

Jimin almost laughs "I want you to explain why you are fucking freaking out about this, and why the hell we had to leave the party early?"

"jimin..." you try to gather your thoughts, stepping down the stairs to be at his level. "im mad because you told me-you promised me....that the drinking would stop"

He takes a deep breath before speaking "It was only 2 glasses-"

"4...it was 4" you interrupt

"taehyung offered those, and so what?"

"youre an alcoholic jimin! you can risk to have just 4 drinks, because you end up like you did"

"and how is that?"

You scoffed "you were yelling and causing a scene, then you started being aggressive with ME!" you feel your voice shake as it gets louder, your body cant decide whether youre more sad or angry

"oh are you embarrassed? did i embarrass you?"

"yes, you did. You embarrassed yourself as well, and I wish you'd see that." you sigh and run your hand in your hair, "you were sober for 7 months, jimin, you were doing so well....you finished your therapy progr-"

"oh fuck the therapy program, fuck them and fuck this too" he threw his hands up and tossed his coat to the floor.

"jimin" you warn sternly

"you know...the thing with you is that you cant stand when things arent up to perfection, it fucking irks the shit out of you, doesnt it?"

You remained silent, watching your boyfriend pace the living room.

"like...you bragged about my sobriety like it was something you did, I did it myself. You didnt care when I was drunk and alone in the studio every night"

"jimin thats not true"

"yes it is! dont tell me its not!" he scoffed, looking at you "and then, I decide to have a few drinks at a party when I havent seen my friends in so long, and when I feel like im having a good time, you whisk me away so you arent embarrassed of me anymore"

"jimin I care about you, I fucking care so much and I want you to be healthy!!"

"oh shut up, stop with the bullshit y/n, You only fucking care about yourself, you are a selfish bitch"

You feel yourself tear up at his words, trying to remind yourself that he isnt sober, and this exact behavior is the reason he landed into rehab in the first place.

"are you crying?" he looked at you with a glare, his fists balled up into his own shirt.

You sniff and wipe your tears, "yes?" you bite

"why" he questions, as if he hasnt been involved in the situation

you widen your eyes and look at him, shrugging helplessly, "Because you are breaking my heart.....and you cant even fucking see it!!"

His gaze softens, but he is past forgiveness tonight.

Its silent for a few moments as you quietly sob into your hands, he decides to try to hold you, but you jump away as if you got burned.

"n-no....dont touch me...ever" you spoke through gritted teeth...his words stung deep.

He sadly looked back at you as you spoke, "you arent sleeping in our room, you can sleep on the sofa- or the street for all i care" you wiped your tear

"y/n...im-"

"dont say youre sorry....you dont say that shit unless you mean it, and im starting to think those words were real"

"No!!"

"save it, im going to bed" you turn, walking up the stairs and slamming the door shut, leaving jimin alone downstairs as he watched you go.

[leiadyke]

Leias grief is so extremely important to meeee but tbqh on a more personal level for me is the way luke grieves the idea of his father likeee to reconcile with the fact that you dont know your father, and youll never know your father. your father died when you were a baby- you will never know your father. you will never know what his voice sounded like outside of holo messages. you will never see his face without a blue tint. you couldnt conjure an accurate image of him in your mind without looking at pictures first- because they hurt to look at for to long so theyre hard to remember the details of. the people you love barely knew him either- you cant ask many questions. your uncle doesnt know what your fathers favorite color was so subsequently you will never know if he loved green lke you do. when your hair starts getting long and your aunt says you look like him you spend hours debating whether to cut it or keep it- you cant decide which feels worse. you wish you knew what made him laugh, you wish you knew what made him angry, you wish you knew what made him cry. you want to be someone your father would be proud of but you dont know who that is because you dont know him. you will never know your father.

[terraliensvent]

Anyone remember the suggestion for adding a trigger warning for any drawings/depictions/pictures of bugs in the server? When Terraliens literally has an entire category for the bug subtype.

I still laugh about it to this day. It makes no sense compared any other harmful triggers like gore lol.

ive never been all too crazy about people who ask for extensive TWs on stuff, and ive also been really stringent about the use of TW vs CW

TW (Trigger Warning): understandable for things like gore, s/h, or things that could trigger someone (like egregious stuff you wouldnt see irl)

CW (Content Warning): things that arent really on the level of triggering someone, but it makes sense why you could censor it (horror, photorealistic bugs)

however i just think it can be excessive to censor stuff, like im not gonna censor food or things that you would encounter on a day to day basis, and i also make the argument that individuals are responsible for their OWN triggers. like, i dont think you should be posting gore and horror and gross medical stuff without warnings because thats not really something that you encounter regularly; BUT if someone is triggered by bugs then maybe they shouldnt put themselves in places where bugs are being discussed a lot. its not discrimination to say that if something triggers you, its on YOU to Avoid That Thing. granted, theres different circumstances if its on like an individual level, like its not unreasonable if you dont want your boyfriend talking about the centipede he saw at work, but asking whole communities to censor arguably harmless things is pretty ludicrous

its become really commonplace in online spaces to expect others to coddle to each individual scenario that could ever arise even though thats not how society works. (see: bean soup.) in the world we live in, sometimes you gotta deal with being uncomfortable. yeah, sometimes theres shit you cant avoid, sometimes the baby is gonna cry on the plane and you cant exactly tell the parent to take it somewhere else, just like how people are gonna talk about bugs sometimes and its on you to decide whether to suck it up or avoid the discussion.

(for an explanation on “bean soup,” basically someone on tiktok posted a recipe for a soup where the PRIMARY INGREDIENT was beans, and lots of people commented things like “what if there are people allergic to beans?” maybe then dont make the damn soup? this type of sentiment is echoed a lot with TWs and things of that nature in current day online circles)

[thefanciestborrower]

Haha lol Ice Emperor goes Brrrr part 8

[Two more to go!] A call to Boreal, and he was sweeping through the halls again, Lloyd safely tucked into the folds of his collar. The Emperor’s original thought was to simply swallow him back down, but the boy had squeaked, and whined, and argued until Julien simply dropped the topic in favor of recalling his guards from their Lloyd-search just to send them off on a multicolor-gi-search.

The Emperor’s little… tantrum had made a mess of his halls. In his wake, the ice had grown in ever-spiraling walls, sealing off every entrance less than that of the foyer of the main entry hall. A wave of his hand was more than enough to dismiss them, but some of his soldiers were caught in the crystals. A few had become immobile, and they scurried away from him like ants when freed.

Ants?

How long had it been since he’d seen an ant? They didn’t live well in the cold. Was it ever not cold?

Had he ever seen an ant?

All thoughts that promptly vaporized as he handed Lloyd off to a servant with a few choice warnings, his ice armor forming larger, sharper plating as he stalked the hallways. Lloyd may be alright in the insulated interior of the palace, but as The Emperor stepped out onto the frozen, packed snow with the blizzard howling into his faceplate, he decided quite immediately that if the boy were to go out in this weather, he’d freeze to death immediately.

Whether or not that was true, The Emperor decided he never wanted to know.

Boreal landed at the stables of the palace with a rumbling growl. Like a storm, it rattled The Emperor’s chestplate, even as the dragon dipped his head to huff shards of ice atop his head. An affectionate sort of sound seeped out of his familiar’s throat. Like the sound of harsh rain.

A hand landed atop Boreal’s head, metal but soft as it smoothed the raised frost along his crown. “Find them,” The Emperor murmured. “Find our soldiers and bring them a message.” The engraved black ice was thick in his hand as he offered it to Boreal. “Tell them to find the ninja in colorful gis and bring them home.”

Home.

A word Lloyd used sometimes. With an aching fondness in his voice, and a softness about his eyes. It rolled off Julien’s tongue like the lightest thing he’d ever said. Like a single snowflake dancing over mountaintops. Like running through snowy forests with minute lines of black lacing each tree he passed. Like the knowledge that there was someone waiting for him when his eyes caught on the blue-white shape of a bird through the branch-woven canopy.

Boreal thrummed at him, his wings spreading in a wide arch as he reared back.

“Go.”

And in a flash of powdered white, he did, icy wings ripping through the air with a sound like thunder. Like cracking glaciers. Like…

“Shard.” The word was blood on his tongue, even as he retreated back inside the palace. It was familiar, echoing burning wood. Laughing as sharp wind whipped at his face. “Shard.” He’d heard it before. A long time ago. Sitting with his back against others’ as the moon rose high over the horizon. There, his breath had clouded warm in the night air. His voice came easy.

Frost laced his mouth guard, as he walked, and he was so consumed with the single word that he almost didn’t catch the call from his advisor.

“M’lord?”

The concept of whatever had been on his mind vanished like mist. “Vex.” Surprise colored his voice and the cant of his head. Something felt important, but the smile his advisor offered him—cheeky for all of the toothiness of it—made his mind go hollow for all save for the cry of a bird he recognized.

“Is everything alright, my lord? I saw the state of the halls.” A hand on his arm, tracing the blued lines of his armor. “I thought you were over your little… moods.”

The Emperor thought he hadn’t seen a falcon in a long time. “Vex,” the name was a whisper. Delicate as a frosted bubble. “Did I have a bird… before Boreal? Before the formlings took my memory?” Grief. The bile that rose in his throat, and the frost that coated his hands spoke of grief. What was there to grieve?

“Yes, sir.” A pause in Vex’s examination of his armor. “An ice owl, I believe. He was a grand creature.”

It was off.

Just slightly. By just enough that Julien’s mind stuttered on the information, replaying the call for him to hear as if it were permanently embedded in his brain. “An ice owl?”

Vex couldn’t have been remembering right. It was a falcon, was it not? Blue across its back in the richest of shades. No ice owl had that cry.

“Yes, sir. The largest of the clutch. He used to carry men off their mounts.”

Pressure on his arm. Just a little. Of small, hooked claws that knew just how much they could press before it had to let off. The tiniest little bird of prey he thought he’d ever seen. Metallic in the way its feathers shone.

Ice owls were too big, weren’t they?

His brows furrowed, and for a reason he could not place, the thought that came to mind was that no good falconer would take the largest hatchling.

[uwowrites]

hello again! if you arent too busy, i would love to make a new request with boss:)

honesty i have no clue what happened to boss after he left the office to eugene, but i dont think that he disappeared right after this because we can clearly see his body being all black, only the scars that river left on him were glowing

i cant even tell if he was happy about ghosts finally leaving this world, or feel abandoned and lonely again, regretting the things he said and the ones he didnt & being the source that caused this chaos; maybe both

i wanted to see the continuation after the end of the game, (the same reader with daddy issues that i requested earlier, already dead) that couldnt let myself pass to the other side because of boss, she just wanted to take care of him like he did to everyone in the office, wipe his tears if he ever cried, hug him whenever he felt worse and help him forgive yourself

sorry for this being so long; i hope this isnt to hard to write for you, i love all of your works and i feel so happy whenever i see that you posted something <3 have a great day/night!

Owe you (Dad!Boss)

"It's all gone. It's over." Y/N commented, looking at the rubble and remains of the underworld office.

"The door has collapsed," Boss started, "There will not be as many evil spirits descending on this place anymore."

"So you're saying," Charlie looked around before their shoulders slumped, "Damn."

Boss took his fan and the lock of River's braided hair. He seemed lost in thought for a few moments as he gazed at the two items in the palm of his hands. After a few minutes of silence, he walks over to Eugene and places the two keepsakes in the mortal's hands.

Eugene, surprised by Boss' actions, takes a minute to process before speaking up, "Boss, I told River... that I'd cry with her, get angry with her..." They paused before exhaling, "I told her no matter what she decided to do, I'd be there for her." A small smile made it's way to their face.

A feeling of pride swells in Boss' chest and he laughs, an action which startles and creeps out Charlie. "My God", says the latter.

As the elder ghost laughs, the locket falls from the tattered fan, causing him to stop. He picks up the locket and turns around to face Y/N.

"What about you , Y/N? Do you not wish to cross to the other side?", He asks.

Conflicted, Y/N wringed their hands, "Well... there's nothing for me on the other side. And... I'm not sure if I can stay here without getting emotional, you know? With River, Joan and Hayden gone." They scratched the back of their head. "Besides, whether it's a rule or not, I do owe you for everything you did for me all these years. Granted, you were terrifying at times, but you were more of a parent than my actual ones. So... I'd rather follow you and help you out." Y/N finished, nervously putting their hands in their pockets as they awaited his reply.

Boss' face seemed unreadable as he looked at them, "Are you sure?"

Y/N looked over to Eugene, who nodded at them and smiled.

"Yeah, I'm sure." Y/N said, 'Dad' they added at the end, speaking in old korean as Boss taught them.

Boss laughed before patting their head and speaking back in korean, "Thanks kid."

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

Idk whether to laugh or cry lmao

Well guys --

I've been in town for 9hrs today. :'D

So my mom and I left the house around 10am so we could go pay the car insurance bill and such before my 1:30pm physical therapy appointment but apparently there is a curse going around because just like Shanna (and I now find out, Kaz as well today) WE GOT A FLAT FUCKING TIIIIIIRRRRREEEE. To make it even better, for whatever reason, both ATT and Verizon cell service was out completely and was even impacting people being able to call 911. Landlines in some places weren't even working. So we had to drive out car with its flat tire to the parking lot of my work and use their phone in order to call AAA to get a tow. Thankfully they found the spare tire we weren't sure we even had and put that on for us, so we got to immediately go and get the tire fixed. The culprit? A NAIL.

That got over at 12:45pm and then we went to the bank and pulled $100 so we could pay the car insurance (it was $83, the rest went to mom's ciggs). Then we forgot we needed gas and had to run and quicky get gas before running to the other end of town to make it to my physical therapy appointment. The appointment went well, aside from half the already scheduled future appointments WERE ON DAYS I WORK AND I CANT DO THEM. So only 2 of the 10+ days they pre-scheduled actually work (9/5 and 9/13) and the rest have to be re-worked. >n<

THEN we went to get groceries and coffee, hoping to relax for at least another hour back home before my 4pm appointment with my new primary care doctor. By the time we get halfway home? NOPE NO TIME TO RELAX FOR US. We barely had time to get what refrigerated groceries we had put away (dry goods left in the bags on the table) before we had to hop back in the car and make it to my primary care appointment on time. On the way there, mind you, we got tailgated halfway there and when my mom and I both flipped the dude off (and I even turned around in the passenger seat to glare at them) he decided to tailgate FURTHER and actually FOLLOW US the rest of the way there before turning off when he saw we were turning into the doctor's office. I'm not joking when I say that I had the spare car key clutched between my fingers in case I needed to stab someone in the neck in self defense. @n@

This appointment went well and lasted almost an hour and a half, and thankfully this new doctor seems to actually DISCUSS what my health currently looks like opposed to my old doctor??? This brings me to where I'm at in not knowing whether to laugh or cry because its just the icing on the top of the cake.

We went over my previous blood tests that I had done back in June. Aside from having read over those horrible results, the doctor said she could tell just from looking at the orange-ish tint of my nails that I was showing signs of being highly anemic. I also had my bloodwork explained to me for the first time in forever and it made sense and honestly doesn't sound good. Essentially, my red blood cells are too small and too tight to properly do their job and circulate oxygen in my body and carbon dioxide out of my body, and so alongside that, my platelets are working 10x as hard as they need to (ie. swelling) in order to cover for the red blood cells being so small and to ensure that if I ever needed a major surgery or got a major injury that I don't bleed out from it. Along with that, the triple-digit heart rate spikes I've been having?? Yeah not normal either.

What I'm looking at in the future from all of this??

I need to get an EKG and a 2-View Chest X-Ray. I got a Vitamin B12 injection today and will be getting one each month for the next 6 months. I also have to wait for a call from Hematology/Oncology because my red blood cells are so fucked up that I have to have a BLOOD INFUSION!!!

Below, this image perfectly describes my brain after all of this:

[banana-boots]

im not sure whether to laugh or to cry rn TwT

so im playing undertale for the millionth time and im tryna do true pacifist bc i wanna do the asriel fight. i got past the undyne fight and i poured the water out in front of her bc ik that by the end a lil tree grows there and i wanted to see it. i thought nothing of this, did the segment in alphys lab then saved and went to bed bc i was tired

i boot up the game this mornign and decide to go do the undyne hangout. papyrus is outside, like usual, but hes like “nope we cant go see undyne shes all dried out and not feeling well” and im like O.O

i googled it and turns out im now locked out of true pacifist just bc i didnt give her water are you kidding me

[p0plotte]

Wanderer of The Stars

Ma Cherie - Malice Mizer

⚠️ CW FOR OBSESSIVE/UNHEALTHY BEHAVIOR ⚠️

—•—

Looking over the small town of Takayama, the dragon, Mikaela Inui, had propped himself atop of a roof. He glanced down at his watch. 19:30 P.M.

Maeve, where are you?

Whether she was 7 minutes, 7 hours, 7 years away- he would wait. He would always wait. Just for her to call his name. For her to blow that whistle, because it was his top priority to care for her.

The further she got from him, the more it felt like he was sinking. The tides were pulling him under, his already frail body losing its will to move. She was the light through his anxiety. Without her- without anyone at all-

He was nothing.

He is nothing.

If he can't serve someone, if he cant take care of someone, he is nothing. Just like his village said he was. A dumb half-dragon who’d never sprout his wings.

She said he could. She gave him hope. The hope that one day he could prove himself. But slowly it was withering away. No matter where he searched, he couldn’t find her. Those missing posters would stay up for all time could tell.

“Damn it..”

—•—

“Damn it!”

Shaking the slim body of a girl stood Ciel. His eyes widened, breath heavy. One hand over his heart, one hand on her arm.

“Love me! Why won’t you love me?! Haven’t I done enough?!”

Strands of light brown hair fell over her face, scared yet dulled eyes staring off into well.. nowhere. She couldn’t look anyone in the eyes. She never could. Now wasn't any different.

“..”

She took in a sharp breath as his nails dug deeper into her skin. She felt dirty. The grime of perhaps accidentally leading someone on began to churn in her guts. Was this her fault?

Did she deserve this?

“You— you have to love me.. you.. wouldn’t have said all those things if you didn’t..”

Maeve O’Belle. She was the sweetest girl he’d ever met. No, the sweetest person. Ever since they met on that fateful day, ever since she smiled at him like that..

She just.. she had to like him. She had to love him. Why didn’t she act like it anymore?

What happened to her sunlight? What happened to the feeling he got from her?

“Please stop.. hurting me like this.. I can't take it! You’re tearing my heart out!..” He laughed. A breathy, strained laugh. That of a broken man. “I.. love you.. don’t you.. understand that?..”

Her lips pursed as he spoke, body shaking. Though she realized.. his shook much more. Why? God, she hated him. Yet she felt.. sympathy as well.

Maybe it was time she gave in. Missing eye, broken arm.. this was all her fault. Slowly, with her free arm she reached out to him and embraced him.

Her eyes remained open, twitching.

“…”

“….”

“… I.. l-loove.. you..”

Her eyes fluttered shut. A sign of giving in. She had finally decided it better to drown then fight anymore.

Her nails dug into him as well as he began to.. cry. Their chests touched as they heaved in and out with each breath. What could she say now?

To a crying, terrible man. She still felt bad for him. But at the end of the day, there was nothing she could say.

[yslkook]

UNFUCKWITABLE (9)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: jungkook convinces you to take a staycation with him for a few days (a week).

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, oc and jk discuss their unprotected sex practices, vomiting, some jealous jk, mild exhibitionism, fingers in oc's mouth grinding, making out, oral (m), titjob

word count: 7k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. also...cant believe mom manifested into butter jk im in pain

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Jungkook is unsurprised to enter your home with the key you’d given him the other week and find it completely empty. You’ve been working early mornings and incredibly late nights for the last week and a half, and he can tell it’s beginning to take a toll on you. The first sign that you were beginning to wear down was when you had skipped dinner in favor of sleeping. The second was when you had snapped at him in irritation and then immediately cried over hurting his feelings.

He can think of about a dozen other things, including the even more pronounced bags under your eyes. You’ve always had dark circles under your eyes naturally from hyperpigmentation but these days, not even concealer can help you mask them.

In fact, the reason that you’d even given him a key was because you felt like work was taking over your entire life. You’d hardly had a chance to see anyone who wasn’t a work colleague, and you just missed Jungkook. At least this way, you could wake up and go to bed with him.

You had only been calling Jungkook your partner just shy of four months, and he had a key to your home. Perhaps it was fast for other people, but with him, it felt right. So he keeps a copy of your keys on his lanyard- it’s possibly his most prized possession right now. Jungkook usually only comes when you ask him to, he’s been staying at your place for the last week because of how tired and busy you were.

Usually you stop by the tattoo parlor at least once or twice a week, but you have been sparse because of work. So he’s here, in your home without you. It felt strange the first few times he’d been here without you, but then he started leaving little pockets of himself- his shoes next to yours, his hair product on your shelf, and his two of his jackets hanging near yours in the closet. He’d even purchased a new plant to keep on your windowsill in your living room (which you take turns dutifully watering and making sure she gets enough sunlight).

It’s all very domestic. He had jokingly told you not to expose him to your shared friends, specifically Mina and Mei. To which you had rolled your eyes.

Though some small, very small, part of him wonders if the magic will fade away soon. Considering how fast you both are moving both physically into your home and in your relationship.

It’s only been a few months, and you both were incredibly comfortable with the idea of unprotected sex- after all, Jungkook always pulls out in time. Until, of course, you’d had a pregnancy scare. Hoseok and Yoongi, ever the pair of realists, had scolded him when Jungkook had revealed that you both hardly ever used any protection-

“Are you trying to knock her up? Is that it? You both ready to potentially be parents?” Yoongi says mildly as he polishes off his wine, looking at Jungkook expectantly. Jungkook’s cheeks burn.

“No, I’m not trying to knock her up and no, nobody’s trying to be parents-”

“You both are lucky you haven’t knocked her up already,” Hoseok says, with more heat in his voice, “You both are fucking stupid, but you especially.” He even smacks the back of his head with the book in his hands and Jungkook glares at him.

“Hey, my pull out game has always been strong, and I’m serious about her. We wouldn’t fuck raw if-”

“Oh, yes, then we definitely have nothing to worry about,” Yoongi says, “Keep it moving, Hobi.

“Talk to her about it, or else,” Hoseok threatens, “I don’t wanna hear about another pregnancy scare because you’re both idiots.”

“I know, I know,” Jungkook relents, “We’ve been talking about it. It just sucks that birth control can fuck up a woman’s body like that, you know? Mood changes and appetite changes, nausea and everything…”

“You could always get a vasectomy,” Yoongi says bluntly.

“Mei said the same thing. She was way more mean about it, though. Told me she’d cut my balls off if I didn’t get my shit together.”

“I don’t blame her, considering what a mess you both were last month.”

“We were not a mess!”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look so stressed ever in your life, not even when your first bike got run over by a car. Or when your tattoo got infected three consecutive times. And I’ve never seen her cry so much before.”

“Alright, maybe we’re a little bit of a mess.”

In the end, you and Jungkook had both decided that yes, condoms were probably a good idea. Considering the pregnancy scare you had last month, you both were on edge and a little paranoid. Jungkook hadn’t even mentioned the idea of you taking birth control or getting an IUD, knowing that your last few experiences with the former were unpleasant-

“I can get a vasectomy, you know. In fact, Yoongi suggested it,” Jungkook shrugs nonchalantly but your jaw drops.

“Jungkook. I don’t think vasectomies are reversible like that. Think about what you’re saying,” You murmur, “I’m touched you’d consider a surgical procedure so I don’t have to take birth control, but what if-”

“I looked it up, they can be reversed-”

“But Jungkook! You don’t know that, what if you want to have kids later and you can’t because you decided on a fucking whim to get a vasectomy? It’s still trauma on your body! You can’t just snip snap, snip snap your vas deferens tube whenever you please. At least with birth control you can start and stop it, even if that’s not a completely benign process.”

Jungkook looks at you long and hard, his tongue poking his cheek and you sigh. “But I don’t-”

“Honey. I appreciate your thoughtfulness,” You murmur, squeezing his hands in yours, “But we’re both being stupid. We’re both acting like condoms don’t exist. Why don’t we start with condoms and then think about getting your tubes tied or me getting an IUD?”

“You spoiled me,” Jungkook complains dramatically and drops his head to your chest, “With your pussy. I’m spoiled now.”

“Shut up.”

And so now, a box of condoms sits in the drawer of your nightstand and you’ve taken to bringing a few with you in your purse as well (and so does he). You’d been far more nervous buying condoms than you’d ever been of buying anything else, and Jungkook had only cockily grinned at you.

Today’s Friday and it’s the day of your deadline. Meaning that you’d hopefully be home soon and be his for the rest of the weekend. He fully plans on getting you to relax and stay in for the majority of the weekend, so that you can catch up on sleep.

But then you come home past dinner (you had sent him a text earlier telling him that you were going to be late. He knows your mood is sour- you had been in a foul mood all week, and the fact that you’re so close to being home but so far just makes it worse). You come home with an empty belly, a weary mind and wetness along your lash line. Climbing into bed next to him, you circle your arms around his waist and cry tiredly into his chest.

“J-Jungkook,” You hiccup, “I’m so tired, they kept me s-so late today but it’s done. Everything is finished-”

“Oh, baby,” He sighs, rubbing your back soothingly, “It’s okay. We can just sleep now. You should take a few days off next week, baby.”

“I don’t know…” But your eyes are wide and considering it.

“You’ve been running on empty all week,” Jungkook points out, “For longer than that. Your job can handle two or three days without you while you recharge. Text your boss, baby. You need to rest, too.”

He nudges your cheek with his nose and you hum in agreement. “Okay. Five day weekend? Sure you won’t get tired of me?” You murmur and laugh when he squeezes your waist.

“We can make it a staycation.”

And you’re already texting your boss, telling her that you needed a few days off next week. She gives you a thumbs up and encourages you to rest up, making it a point to recognize how hard you’ve been working. She even suggests you take the full week off, which you jump at and Jungkook only grins at you.

“My brilliant girl, charming her way into a full week off.”

You swat his hand away and hide your burning but satisfied face in his chest. “Yeah, your bad habits are rubbing off on me.”

“Oh, that’s not the only thing rubbing off on you,” Jungkook says wickedly and pushes his hips into yours, earning a fierce pinch to his bare waist.

“Hush, I’m trying to nap,” You mumble, your voice muffled. Without warning, you lick his neck and bite lightly at the base of his neck, ignoring his soft yelp. He doesn’t have a chance to question you on what that was, as you’re already falling asleep.

You’ve always thought from the beginning, even when you and Jungkook were just friends, that he was an ass man. You’ve caught him staring at your ass many, many times- in jeans, in a dress, in a skirt. And now that you both are officially together, he spends any and every moment he can with a hand on your ass. Casually, when you both walk side by side. And purposefully when you’re both just in his bed or on your couch. His hand is a well known presence on your ass, not that you’re complaining.

One of Jungkook’s favorite places to nap is on your ass, with his cheek pressed into you and one hand firmly gripping your ass. He also likes laying with his head on your lap. But his favorite place to nap is with his head buried in your chest, specifically buried in between your tits. He is currently analyzing his hypothesis that your right tit is smaller than your left, a thought he’s had for a while now, but needs further samples of evidence to properly assess.

But he’s always had an affinity for your tits, whether you’re blissfully unaware of it or not. You don’t notice it not really- you like any and all of his touches on any inch of your skin, as you’ve told him many times before. Especially when he holds you close next to him or under him and you feel protected, surrounded by only him.

He holds you, looks at you as if you’re as soothing as the sea and as bright as a supernova. And yet, the universe is contained in his big, doe eyes.

But really, at the end of the day, it’s an affinity for you. Jungkook loves every part of your mind, body, and soul, and he thinks he has for a long time. His heart has been tangled with yours since the first time he had seen you years ago at Hobi’s surprise birthday party that you had planned. Jungkook is sure that when he had seen you with a homemade red velvet cheesecake with a ‘Happy Birthday Hobi <3’ written perfectly in red icing in your arms, a silly party hat on your head, and a shy, beaming smile on your lips, he had been magnetized to your center of gravity from then on.

But even then, he had only hovered. Barely introducing himself, if it weren’t for Mina and Mei. He thought he had known girls like you- girls who baked cakes, planned elaborate birthday parties for their friends and wore flowery dresses liked other predictable people. It’s another one of his hypotheses (which has been clearly debunked)- but by now, he knows not to be so judgmental of others.

But he doesn’t dwell on that for long. Even the first time he met you, right after he had introduced himself to you and you had stared at him with starstruck eyes and stammered a quiet ‘hello’ in return, Sora had cornered him. And told him to back off from right then, that you were off limits. That you’d never be interested in a guy like him, so to not even spend a second in his stupid little mind even entertaining the ridiculous idea.

So he backed off subconsciously, thinking it wasn’t worth it to even know you as a friend. He’d convinced himself that it was too much trouble, and Jungkook has always been an easygoing kind of guy in most instances. After all, your best friend would know you best, right? And really, what did he care? As the saying goes, there were about a million other fish in the sea.

However. Even then, with each word uttered between you both, with each laugh that he pulled from your soft mouth, he couldn’t help the reluctant fondness for you that began to bloom. You had surprised him every few months after that, just saying hello at events that you were both present at and asking how he was. With that stupidly beautiful smile and those bright, shy eyes.

You were a smart, kind woman, always remembering details about others. And he was no exception.

That was years ago. He’s known you since your third year at university, hanging by a thread just outside your orbit. But this is now.

This is now, and your lips are against his neck, your chest pressed to his. You climb into his lap haphazardly, nearly knocking your mug off of the coffee table. You both have only just woken up and stumbled out of bed for coffee and breakfast. You had combed the tangles out of his bedhead with his head in your lap, but now sleepiness has washed away and you’re tugging at his oversized shirt.

You promptly bite him, right where his neck tattoo starts and ends. Jungkook meets your eyes with an incredulous, breathy laugh. “What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs, palming your chest from under your shirt.

“Nothing. You just have a very biteable neck, I told you,” You say, resuming your inspection of the vein next to his tattoo, “What a juicy jugular vein-”

Jungkook holds your wrist and flips you so that your back is on the couch. “My sexy vampire girlfriend. Love when she starts talking about my jugular vein.”

“Watch out, I might drink from it. You never know,” You giggle with a wink, squirming in his grip.

“You can do whatever you want,” Jungkook murmurs but then an idea that has been planted in his head for weeks now spills from his lips without him meaning to, “I wanna fuck your tits, baby.”

Your eyes go comically wide, mimicking Jungkook’s own. His cheeks are a little pink from his abrupt confession as silence falls between you both.

“That’s really interesting,” You muse.

“Is it?” He asks, feeling a little lightheaded. You tug a little at his purple locks to pull him down to you.

“Yeah. Always thought you liked booty. And legs,” You shrug, “But I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.”

Jungkook’s throat is too dry for him to reply coherently. But he finds his voice after you give him a reassuring smile, “Uh, when it’s you, I like everything.”

“Me too. When it’s you, I like everything,” You mumble, heat rising in your cheeks, “And uh… you can. Do that I mean.”

“Do what?” He asks teasingly, tilting his head to the side.

“Don’t play dumb,” You whine, shoving his shoulder.

“C’mon say it,” Jungkook jeers, not unkindly, “Put your big girl panties on.”

“I hate you,” You sigh dramatically, “Fine. You can fuck my tits, if you so desire.” His face splits into a grin as he thumbs your chin and ducks his head into your neck. He playfully nips at your skin, murmuring that he’s just giving you a taste of your own medicine, but you feel his half hard cock pressing against your thigh.

The image of his cock wet and slick between your tits is now imprinted in your mind, and when both of you want something, you’ll surely get it.

Despite your eagerness of making Jungkook’s wish a reality, neither of you have had the chance for your usual shenanigans just yet. You still have quite a few days of your staycation left, so you won’t rush it. You had spent most of the first two days sleeping, cuddling, spooning, eating and lots and lots of slow sex.

You think you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve left your bed. Jungkook has been nothing short of wonderful, bringing you food (just this once, you hate eating while in bed), giving you shoulder rubs and booty rubs without you asking. Your favorite ice cream is in your freezer. Life is good.

His shirt hangs off of your shoulder and you’re too lazy to fix it. In fact you’re too lazy for pajama bottoms, only settling on your favorite pair of comfortable panties (nothing flashy. Just a standard black cotton panty) to wear under your shirt. One might even call them granny panties or whatever, but lace was uncomfortable on your skin. Lace and thongs are for very, very special occasions (hardly if ever) and you are in the comfort of your own home. You’ll be comfortable if it’s the last thing you do.

In fact, you’re too lazy to even raise your head to pucker your lips for a kiss from Jungkook. You only open your arms and hum, as if he’s supposed to telepathically know what you want from him. But he does, and he flops onto you once he tugs his shirt off. Jungkook’s face remains buried in your chest as you gently rub his scalp.

He hums happily, nearly purring at your touch and shoves himself closer into your hold. You can’t believe this man, the man who mildly intimidated you for years, is now in your arms and purring like a baby kitten. He’s admitted a few times that his scalp has been irritated and inflamed ever since he dyed his hair purple. One of his favorite things is to lay in your lap while you massage a mix of coconut oil and peppermint oil into his scalp.

He looks up at you, warm heat blazing in his eyes. You’re about to ask him what he’s thinking about but he palms your pussy from under your shirt- your still swollen, puffy pussy from the four times he’s made you cum already.

“Can I help you, Jungkook,” You ask flatly, but your poker face breaks when he dots you with kisses up and down your thighs.

“Yeah, fuck,” Jungkook groans, voice slowing to a whine, “I’m still hard, baby, fuck. Help me.”

“How are you still hard,” You wonder with a grin, “Damn, Jeon. You must really like me, huh?”

“If that wasn’t obvious then I’m clearly not doing something right here,” He breathes into your skin.

“Gimme a kiss then,” You murmur, pushing his long hair behind his ear. His eyebrow piercing glints in the light of your bedroom and you trace it gently with your fingertips. Jungkook desperately pushes his lips to yours, parting your lips easily and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kisses your teeth hungrily, strands of his hair brushing against your cheeks.

His hips roll into yours impatiently, hands already pawing at your shirt. The air in your bedroom is suddenly so stifling, thick and nearly choking you both with the intensity of your desire. You just want him to feel good with you.

“Jungkook,” You say softly with warm cheeks, “You can use me, however you want. Tell me what you want, bunny.”

He lets out a quiet gasp, his eyes bright and wide.

You’re both on the same page, because he’s scrambling to chuck his boxers to the side and you’re tossing your shirt on top of his boxers.

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“Fuuuck,” Jungkook groans. He’s breathless, heart racing erratically. All he can do is hold your shoulders as he watches with a piercing, hazy gaze as his cock is swallowed in between your tits. You squeeze them tightly together, trying to create as much friction as you can for him.

“Fuck,” He whines, “Fuck, you look so good, baby. O-oh, shit, my pretty baby, you’re pretty-”

Jungkook nearly cums when you mischievously stick your tongue out to brush against the head of his leaking cock. The visual is almost too much for him and his breaths are choked, strangled as he forces himself to look into your dark eyes.

“So big, bunny, look,” You say softly, “You like this? You’re so hot like this…”

He’s nearly in tears, eyes shining and wet at how good this feels. If your pussy was a slice of heaven, then your tits were the next best thing. You moan softly, feeling your own wetness and heat pooling. Jungkook’s cheeks and chest are flushed, eyes wild and wet as he slides his cock in between the valley of your tits languidly. Almost as if he doesn’t want the moment to end.

You’re so warm, warm everywhere.

His muscles are tense, the furrow in his brow beginning to appear when he’s about to cum. “Shit, baby, oh my god, I love your tits,” Jungkook moans, tossing his head back, “Fuck, I love everything about you-”

You don’t know how he’s able to form coherent sentences to you when he’s this close to cumming. But he’s always been a man of many talents.

“You know what I just realized,” You gasp suddenly, “Neither of us made it official that we’re dating. Like I never asked you ‘out’ and you never asked me ‘out’-”

“Fuck, you talk too much,” Jungkook nearly snarls, “My cock is literally in between your tits and I’m about to fucking cum all over you and you think I belong to anyone else?”

You swallow thickly, Jungkook narrowing his eyes at you. He looks intimidating and intense above you, his powerful, golden thighs straddling either side of you.

“N-no, I was just-”

Jungkook shoots you a glare, reaches behind him and gathers your wetness with two fingers. Before you can ask him what he’s doing, he pushes two fingers into your mouth to shut you up. You send him a glare right back, but it melts away quickly when you swirl your tongue and suck on his digits.

He cums without warning, hastily and with a broken sort of sound ripping from his throat. It’s warm and sticky as it lands on your chest and your cheek. But he cums so much and much to your chagrin some of his cum gets in your eye and you nearly shriek at the burn.

“Jungkook! What the hell, your cum is in my fucking eyeball-”

He’s still panting above you, like some sort of golden boy, and it takes him a few seconds to register your irritation. “Oh shit,” Jungkook says and jumps into action. He tugs you into the bathroom to gently wash your eye for you (after washing his own hands), with you grumbling the entire time.

“I’m sorry, baby,” He says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You roll your eyes and demand to be taken back to bed and lavished in kisses as penance for his cum shooting into your eye.

Jungkook tastes himself a little when his tongue slips into your mouth, but it hardly registers as he rolls on top of you, caging you in between his arms.

Jungkook fleetingly thinks he should’ve spent more time trying to convince you to stay home with him. Maybe with a few soft, long kisses to your neck, he might have. You looked delectable, good enough to eat- your dress fitted around your hips, nails, hair, and makeup done, the scent of your perfume subtle but not irritating to his sensitive nose.

You had asked him to pick what jewelry to wear, so one of his long necklaces sitting around your neck and disappearing into the valley of your chest. It doesn’t really match with your dress, but you don’t care.

And Jungkook… well, it was difficult for you to keep your hands off of him as well. His hair is tied back into a neat ponytail, he’s wearing a sequined black (fitted) button up with the top four buttons undone, a thick, silver chain and ripped, black jeans. Your eyes are glued to his chest and he knows it- you can’t help but grip his arm, his bicep whenever you can.

Neither of you really enjoyed the club scene, but you had wanted to go out since it had been a really long time and after all, you were on your staycation. Mei had planted the idea in your head, and so now here Jungkook was.

Here he was, catching flashes off the satin, coral colored wrap dress that you were encased in. For someone who doesn’t like the scene, you blend in effortlessly. But you’re a grown woman, so he takes his eyes off of you and orders a round of shots for him, Jimin, Taehyung and Jin while nursing a bottle of soju.

In the midst of the thumping bass bouncing off of the walls in the club, you’re only aware of you and Mei while you both sing along to whatever song is blasting through the club. Mina disappeared a while ago, presumably to find Jimin.

You’re holding two drinks, one in each hand, and all you feel is the vibrations of the club. Along with your own drunkenness. Mei holds your arm to keep you steady as you move your hips in time with hers. You laugh loudly, wrapping an arm around her shoulders at something she said. Everything is amplified and muted at the same time, the swirl of alcohol settling comfortably in your veins.

You’re having a great time with your friends, dancing, swirling, singing and drinking. It’s a nice night to unwind, in the company of dear friends and strangers.

“Hey,” Mei murmurs in your ear, “I gotta pee and I’m gonna go find Seulgi-”

“You can just say that you wanna go find her,” You giggle, “Don’t blame your bladder on it, Mei.”

“Oh, you’re funny. I’ll text Jungkook and tell him to come find you, alright?” Mei says, patting your head. You nod and tell her to go find her girl, and she does. Leaving you to your own devices for a bit, at least until Jungkook makes his way to you.

However, what neither of you realize is that the cell reception in this building is terrible. Mei’s text never goes through and you stay in your bubble, with your two drinks in your hands and bounce along to the music.

You’re not sure how much time goes by, but it feels like you’ve been alone for quite a while. You squint your eyes at your phone to check the time and send a text to Jungkook. A text that never goes through. You frown and are about to turn on your heel to link up with your man (wherever he might be), but you hear a surprised call of your name.

It’s hard to keep the incredulity out of your face when you come face to face with Yunho, the man who had stood you up all those months ago. The air has almost been punched out of your lungs, and you have to squint at him to believe what you’re seeing.

He calls your name again, giving you a wave and a bright smile. “Funny seeing you here, huh?”

“Uh…”

“Can I buy you a drink? I feel like I owe it to you after…” His eyes are sincere. At least you think so, with your drunk goggles on.

“I don’t know, Yunho, it’s okay…” You mumble unsurely, “Isn’t this weird?”

“It’s only weird if we make it weird,” Yunho says and pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Oh, alright. I guess a drink won’t hurt,” You shrug and lead the way to the bar. The least he can do for you after standing you up and hurting your feelings is buy you a drink, you think.

“Hey listen, I owe you an apology,” Yunho says, sliding your drink towards you.

“Oh, it’s- it was a long time ago,” You shrug, avoiding his eyes. Sure, it was a hit to your ego, but in hindsight it doesn’t matter. Not when you have Jungkook. Honestly, you’ve forgotten that Yunho had even been a blip in your radar once upon a time. It was only because of Sora, anyway.

“I had something urgent come up last minute that day and I asked Sora to tell you,” Yunho continues, “I’m sorry I didn’t follow up or even reach out to you after. But I’d heard that you were with Jeon now, so didn’t want to… overstep, I guess.”

And even through your drunken haze, you understand. You sigh deeply, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Oh boy,” You groan, “Sora never told me about that but we’re not close anymore, Yunho. It’s okay, I understand. I’m sorry she got you, too.”

Yunho’s lips part in surprise, “She didn’t… Alright. What’s done is done, I guess.”

“Yeah,” You murmur airily, “And yes, I am with Jeon. Though I can’t seem to find him…”

“I’m happy to keep you company until you do.”

Despite how well you and Yunho seem to hit it off (most of your time spent bitching about Sora), you can’t help but think of Jungkook. You quite miss him, not having seen him all night in the club. You want to dance with him, and little do you know that he’s been scouring the entire club for you in a frenzy once he ran into Mei and Mina and hadn’t seen you with them.

He had sent them a glare, his jaw clenched and walked away to find you. So when his eyes finally land on you at the bar, after about twenty-five minutes of searching and trying to get through strings of people around you, his heart soars. But he sees you laughing with someone else at the bar. With Yunho.

Jealousy is petty, he tells himself. But he struggles to keep it at bay as it rears its head and comforts him. He’s always been protective and possessive of those he loves and cherishes. You’re definitely no exception.

You wobble a little on your feet, but you hold your own. Even from here, he can see the drunkenness of your smile, beads of sweat as they race down your neck to hide in the valley of your breasts. He zeroes in on your necklace (his) around your neck and reminds himself. It’s his necklace that you’re wearing, after all.

Then why is the man who stood you up all those months ago making you laugh like that?

You must have a sixth sense or something for him, because you turn your head a bit as if you can sense him. Your entire face lights up when you see him, in a way that makes his tough heart swell in adoration.

You make your way over to him with your drink and peck his lips chastely, despite his desire to pull you into his arms and kiss you long enough that your knees buckle. So that Yunho sees that he is yours.

“You disappeared on me, baby,” Jungkook murmurs, adjusting your necklace. He’s gripping it tightly, but you don’t notice.

“I was with Yunho, remember him? ‘Member, he stood me up but he didn’t because it was Sora’s fault-”

“That’s no surprise,” Jungkook says, rolling his eyes. You take his hand, squeezing and introduce him to Yunho. As if he doesn’t know him already. Jungkook’s tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenched. He doesn’t like how Yunho looks at you, how his gaze lingers on your skin and the curves of your dress. You lean against Jungkook heavily, absently playing with his fingers. You stay mostly quiet, sipping your drink as the two men speak (rather tersely).

Jungkook knows he’s being ridiculous.

“Kook, finish my drink?” You murmur, offering him the glass. Jungkook maintains eye contact with Yunho as he downs the remainder of your drink in a few solid gulps.

“Was nice to see you, Yunho,” You say, “I think Jimin and Mina are looking for us, Jungkook. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

With that Jungkook firmly holds your waist, keeping you close to him. You both know that neither Jimin nor Mina are looking for either of you. You’d only wanted to be alone with Jungkook.

So Jungkook leads you to a spot where he knows Yunho can visibly see you both. You let loose, giggling as Jungkook twirls you easily and moving your arms to match the beat of the music. He makes you laugh with his moves, winking at you and shooting finger guns at you as he twirls and swivels around you. He’s always been a great dancer, you realize. That’s funny, because you’re sometimes clumsy on your own two feet. He pulls you into him, his chest to your back and his hips pressed against your ass. You sigh contentedly, head lolling against his shoulder and you rest your hand over his hand to let him lead you.

His nose is buried in your neck, lips lightly brushing your pulse. He bites your earlobe gently, earning a soft laugh from you. Jungkook tilts your jaw to the side to meet your eyes and plants a deep kiss to your glossy lips. He holds you steady when your knees weaken, your belly flipping at the intensity that he pours into you.

Jungkook is all around you, encasing you within his arms and there’s not a single place you’d rather be. When you pull away for air, you thumb away your gloss on his bottom lip and bite his bottom lip gently.

“I adore you,” You say dreamily, “You are so… Everything. Everything. I adore you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks burn, but he ducks his head for another sharp kiss. And if Yunho is watching him shove his tongue down your throat and holding your hips to his possessively then that’s fine by him.

The journey back home is a quick one (after you both stop for fried noodles, despite the inevitable heartburn it’ll give you both the next day but you’re both so hungry). You both stumble into your home in a mess of giggles and groping, nearly falling to the floor due to your clumsiness.

Jungkook has been hard since he kissed you in the club, in front of Yunho. He knew Yunho had been watching, feeling the man’s eyes on you both the entire time. His jealousy has crawled back into the box that it was unleashed from, but he knows that’s something to revisit later.

Something else to revisit is that he liked that someone else was watching him with you. He stores that information for later, instead focusing on keeping you upright from falling.

Somehow, through your blurry vision and wobbly legs, you get on your knees and palm Jungkook’s cock through his pants. A shameless moan rips through you- any and every inch of him makes you dizzy with desire.

You like him so much that it nearly makes you cry.

“Gonna blow you now,” You announce happily, fumbling with the button of his jeans and using all of your concentration and strength to pull his pants down along with his boxers. You sloppily kiss your way down his chest, spending extra time on his tattoo and licking (then biting) his happy trail before humming around his leaking cock.

He’s so wet already, and it’s all because of you.

Jungkook groans, eyes closing in pleasure as your pretty mouth wraps around his cock. He thrusts lightly into your mouth, peeling his eyes open to watch you. Only to find you already staring up at him, your makeup smudged and tears already forming in your pretty eyes. He cradles your cheek affectionately, stroking your cheekbone-

But before he can compliment you, softly praise you, he hears a noise. It originates from the back of your throat, something both familiar and unfamiliar. You gag uncontrollably around his cock, and while it’s certainly not the first time it’s happened, it’s different this time. Because you’re a little drunk. So he should be unsurprised when you retch on his cock, pull yourself off of him before your drunk self can get any more vomit on his cock and sprint into your bathroom.

You manage to lock the door in your frenzy of utter humiliation and alcohol addled mind. You hover over the toilet bowl, the sounds of you throwing up bouncing off of the walls. You’re crying, sobbing more like it- from both the pain in your chest from vomiting violently into the toilet bowl coupled with the humiliation of quite literally throwing up on your boyfriend’s cock.

You groan and squeeze your eyes shut, as if that’ll erase the memory.

“Baby,” Jungkook calls softly, his cock fully hanging out in the open, “Baby, please open the door. It’s not a big deal, but I need to wash my dick off.”

You let out a choked, watery laugh at that and move to flush the toilet and rinse your mouth out. Your cheeks burn in embarrassment when you unlock your bathroom door, and you can’t bear to look Jungkook in the eye. But he holds your wrist to his when you try to escape into the safety of your bedroom.

Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of your chest, heat flooding your ears in shame. It feels like your head is empty, static filling up the spaces that the silence between you both doesn’t.

“It’s just me,” Jungkook coos, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Jungkook, ‘m absolutely mortified,” You say flatly, voice a little high in pitch as fresh tears burning behind your eyelids, “I want to evaporate from this plane of existence in about three-point-four seconds, I literally threw up on your penis, I’m so sorry. Don’t even look at me-”

Jungkook winces at your tone and the way your shoulders are hunched, hands gripping the hem of your dress unsurely.

“Baby,” Jungkook sighs, “It’s really okay, there’s nothing to apologize for. Come shower. The vomit is drying on my dick-”

But that’s the wrong thing to say because you start to cry immediately, shoving your face in your hands. Jungkook sighs, mentally kicking himself and running a hand through his purple locks. He calls your name softly and pulls you into his arms for a tight hug, despite the drying vomit on his dick, which is hanging out and brushes against your hip. You sniffle, peeking at him with shy eyes and he rubs your back soothingly.

“When I say it’s okay, I mean it,” Jungkook murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize how drunk you were. I know you feel embarrassed, but it’s just me, baby.”

He kisses you, despite your protests, and helps you rinse your mouth again. You allow Jungkook to somehow maneuver you into the shower, peeling you out of your clothes. You feel grimy and sticky from the club and you’re grateful for the cool water against your skin. You stand behind Jungkook, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face in between his shoulder blades, letting him wash himself.

“Can I wash you?” You whisper, voice unsure. You feel awful, cheeks burning but still. He nods and you take your body wash and lather him with it, washing his now limp dick gently and swallowing nervously.

“See? Not a big deal,” Jungkook says, coaxes you out of your nervousness, “Lemme wash you, baby.”

And so he does, taking your loofah and gently rubbing your skin. Under the cool spray of water, your nerves slip away with each giggle and kiss that he pulls and plants from your lips. Your eyes are still a little shy, a little slick with alcohol. But it’s just Jungkook, and you’re safe with him.

Jungkook nearly wrestles you to get you to eat something more, after throwing up the remainder of your guts after you both had showered (it was mainly just water and alcohol at this point). You’re nearly falling asleep on his shoulder but he manages to shake you awake for a slice of leftover noodles and two glasses of water. But eventually, he coaxes you into eating with a few kisses, hugs, and shoulder rubs.

Once you both are in bed, Jungkook wraps himself around you, his hands immediately drifting below your sleep shirt to your belly. Your cheeks burn as the events of the night replay in your mind’s eye and you press your face into your pillow with a groan.

“I can’t believe I threw up on your dick a-and you’re so nice a-about it,” You mumble, “You really are everything.”

“Well, what else am I going to do if the girl I like vomits on my dick,” Jungkook murmurs, “Don’t worry about it, baby. It happens.”

“To who? Only to me,” You say sadly, “I drank too much. I’m sorry, Kook-”

“Shhh,” Jungkook says, tightening his arms around you and kissing your forehead, “I promise it’s okay. I promise I’m not looking at you any differently.”

His words make you relax in his hold and you nod. Jungkook tilts your jaw towards him, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You don’t say anything else after that, only allowing your soft, breathy sighs to spill out of your lips and into him with every comforting kiss and every slip of his tongue in your mouth.

He tells you to rest in between kisses, but your eyes are already closed.

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Choose Me Instead

"I don't care if you're just a commoners, you are my muse and I wouldn't trade you for anyone."

Y/N POV

You had taken a liking to a certain seer, Eli Clark who's a kind and calm man. You knew theres no chance he would like you back since he already has a fiance, Gertrude. You knew how much he loves Gertrude and you can't do anything about it. You cant afford yourself to steal someone's fiance because you knew its not the right thing to do, so you gave up.

Ever since you tried to get rid of your feelings, you've been more quiet lately. Everyone are worried about you, even the grumpy Naib or the very distant Aesop are concerned about your quietness. You haven't been the cheerful person they knew. They tried to comfort you about it and asked what happened, but you just smiled at them. Little did you know there's a certain man that has been watching you.

You sighed as you closed your door room, going to the dining hall to check if there's a snack. Suddenly you heard someone greets you from behind, you turned around and see Eli waving his hand at you. You grew nervous and hesitantly waved back. Eli ran to you while smiling, you had the urged to cry but holds it anyway.

Eli smiles, "Hey Y/N! Do you want to go to the dining hall with me? " He offered.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out of your mouth. You stiffened, don't know whether you should accept or decline his offer. Before you could say anything, someone stood behind you.

"Y/N are unavailable today, they agreed to let me paint them. Now if you excuse us, we have a meeting to attend right now. " A certain voice talked behind you. You could only think one person that would mention something about art, Edgar Valden.

You didn't know much about Edgar, he's always in his room painting and rarely come out. You felt his presence auras are intimidating so you can't bring yourself to approach him. There this one time where you invite him to have a tea together, he declined with the reason you are just a mere peasant like the others and you have nothing to do with art.

You felt him grasping your wrist and dragging you away from Eli. Eli just stood there mouth opened but he quickly regain his composure and smiled while waving at me. I waved back and my eyes went to Edgar, he didn't look back at me instead he just dragged me to his room.

He stopped at his door and let go of my wrist. I figured that he saw my nervous face and decide to help me. I distance myself away from him since we stood pretty close to each other.

"Um thank you for your help Edgar, I'll be going now." You smiled and start to walk away.

Before you could leave, Edgar pulls you to his room. Your eyes widened while gasping to the sudden psychical contact. Edgar closes his door and crossed his arm while looking at me. He sighed while my face is full of confusion, didn't know why he let me go inside his room. His room is pretty messy, full of canvas and lots of paintbrush. A canvas is on the easel, there are two stools in front and behind of the easel.

"What are you waiting for? I'm not going to wait here all day. " Edgar stated coldly.

"Ah, what am I supposed to do? " You asked while he sighed again.

"Sit on the stool idiot, I told you haven't I? You agreed to let me paint you"

"But I never agreed o-" You stopped not continuing since his face is full of irritation now.

"You should be grateful I agree to paint you, I usually won't paint any commoners like you. " Edgar bluntly stated.

You laughed awkwardly and sat on the stool. He

sit on his own stool and start to prepare his paintbrush and paint.

It's been an hour ever since he paint you, you felt really tired and hungry but decided to stay silent while he's still working on his painting. After the long awkward silence, he's finally done with the painting. He looked at the painting and there's a little pink dusk spreaded on his cheek, you didn't noticed that and asked him if you can see the final result. Edgar declined saying that he still need to add a few details and leaded you outside his door. You brushed it off and starts to go to the dining hall to grab a snack.

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Edgar POV

I can't help but keep staring at the painting of Y/N, they look so amazing and gorgeous.. I've been watching over their strange behavior since they are always cheerful but now they're more quiet. I have taken a liking to them, they are the only one who would invite me even thought I always declined their invitation. I sighed and sit on my stool, I know that Y/N likes Eli and there's nothing I could do about it.

It's been 1 month ever since you moved on, you didn't have any romantic feelings toward the seer anymore. Edgar has been hanging out with you ever since that day where he paint you. He still act like himself, arrogant and stubborn. Even so, he tried to be nicer to you while he still act like a jerk to everyone.

You may accidentally taken a liking towards the painter, you decided that one day you would have the courage to confess to him. You're still not ready to confess because you know that he comes from a noble rich family and that you're just a mere seamstress.

A knock interrupted your thoughts and you looked at your door, you got up from your bed and walk towards the door. You opened your door and spotted the brunette painter. Before you could speak, he shoved his painting that he hold in your hands. There's a cloth that covers the canvas and you could feel that there's a paper under the cloth too. He ran back to his room and slam his door.

You were confused by what just happened, you shake off your thought and sit on your bed again. You removed the cloth and saw that it's a painting of you, you were sitting on a flower field while smiling and closing your eyes. You smiled softly and starts to read the note he gave you.

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I hope you like the painting I made for you, it took me some time to finish it but regardless it's finished now. Y/N I love you, I don't care if you're just a commoners, you are my muse and I wouldn't trade you for anyone. I know you like Eli but I was hoping you would choose me instead of him. I can treat you better, I would stop being mean to you. Let's talk tomorrow.

-Edgar Valden

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Your eyes widened and your face is now completely red. It's a love note from him, he wrote it so simple but it made your heart flutter. You smile brightly and decided that you would answer his confession back tomorrow. You sleep with a soft smile on your face, knowing that your feelings has been returned.

A/N: Hi! yes I will make the Edgar ff highschool au but it will took time since I'm still trying to figure out a good plot.

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Mama Bear

Pairing: Bishop Losa x Female Reader

Word Count: 700

Warnings: none

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Bishop and you were going to invite the whole club for a little get-together at the house. Food, drinks, and good company were on the menu. You hadn’t seen them for a while because of your pregnancy and the chaos that has been the club life the recent months. You were a few months pregnant now, and the boys haven’t seen how much your bump has grown.

Bishop wouldn’t let you move a muscle, so the only thing you were allowed to do was the shopping list, while he would be the one to buy everything in and set it all up. Everyone had their particular needs and flavors for what they liked, so the list grew with each member. Being the “mom” for them all, despite being younger than most, it was your job to keep track of what your precious children loved and wanted. Bishop was sitting at the table as you read up everything that would need to be bought.

“... beers for Ez, gummies for Letty, Steve likes strawberry ice cream, and of course, we can’t forget the chicken nuggets for Angel this time. He almost had my neck when I forgot last time.” You chuckled to yourself at the funny memory of Angel being a sad and pouty boy.

“That’s a lot of shit, sweetheart,” Bishop complained in a teasing manner. “Hey, you were the one that wanted to invite the kids over,” you hit his arm with the long list, “you know how grumpy they get when they don’t get their favorites.” “Yeah, let’s not relive the last get-together we had.” You both shudder at the memory of drama and crying.

The day of the house party had come, and you stood at the door as you greeted every one of them. Their faces lit up at the sight of your baby bump, highly visible. Words and kisses were left upon it by the men that would be there to protect and love the little joy that would be born in just a few short months. They could see how happy you and Bishop were, and that left a small print of light in their dark lives as part of the MC.

Everyone was out in the backyard enjoying themselves. The sun shone down, and the music from the stereo created a relaxed atmosphere. Bishop had just fired up the grill for the heaps of meat that was ready to be grilled and consumed by some hungry bikers. The drinks and snacks went faster than you could refill it.

Since it’s been forever since you saw everyone, you went around to catch up. They all felt safe and comfortable in your presence, so they became colossal blabber mouths when you approached them. Whether it was just a quick chat or asking for some much-needed advice, you were there for them. You were always like a fun, caring, and loving “mom” to the group. Always there for them whenever with whatever they needed. You took care of them and loved them when they hadn’t anyone else to go to.

Once the sun started to come down and everyone was packed with food in their bellies and sitting in groups having conversations, you approached your husband, who was sitting somewhere to the side just enjoying that for once, his brothers had a day with no worries in their minds. You sat down on the two-seater, legs draped over him as you took a moment to rest for a bit.

“Tired?” “Ugh, yes! You try playing mom with these children in men's bodies.” The comment made him laugh some. “It’s not easy being mom and dad,” he stated.

“Like, why did we decide to get pregnant when we already have like 10 of them.” “Sorry, sweetheart, but can I just quote you in saying: fuck Bishop, please finish inside me I need to feel you.” You threw a pillow at his shoulder, “shut up,” a smirk on your face in remembering how you ended up in this situation.

“Come here.” He opened his arms for you to get between. You shared a sweet kiss as you watched over your kids, all happy and content, while caressing the one that still wasn’t born.

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