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scorchedhearth · 11 days
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heyyy!!!! these are for the comfort prompt thingy<33
”Don’t look down.” for kylealex. maybe kyle taking alex to a flight!!!! ”Stay awake.” for jaykyle. canon or western which ever you feel like<3333
I missed the western au SO much u have no idea, thank u <3
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“Hey!” Jason barked out, sharp and loud, the noise piercing Kyle’s poor ears. “We’re not done here.” A strong grip caught his shoulder and pushed him down. Dry grass tickled the back of his neck where old sweat gathered. It itched.
“You’re a moron,” Jason mumbled as he kept on tugging his shirt off.
“I’m fine.” Kyle closed his eyes on a particularly rough tug, when his stomach threatened to empty itself lest he stopped the sky from spinning above him. “It’s nothing.”
“You’re running a fever.” Kyle heaved a relieved sigh when his sleeve finally came off, when the rocking motion stopped. Jason tucked it out of the way and laid his arm flat, the one where a bad cut got infected. He’s not an idiot, he saw the sign, felt it getting worse day by day. Not like there was much he could do here.
“So what,” Kyle tilted his head to the side to look at Jason. He was glaring at his arm, eyebrows tucked and fingers pressed tight in the crook of his elbow, keeping him still. There’d be bruises, Kyle would bet on it. Jason looked up for a second, leveled Kyle with another one of his glares, the one signaling just how much of an idiot he thought others were.
“Fuck off.” Kyle tried to pull away, but between the fever, the pain pulsating throughout his shoulder and chest and the week of travel – was it a week? He can’t remember their last stop – a corpse had more chance of moving.
All he did was twist his arm and tear the wound open. He felt the skin rip as a fresh wave of pain shot up his arm and neck and a shout tore its way out of his throat. He fell back on the ground with spots dancing in his eyes and stomach heaving, bile at the back of his teeth. It took him several breaths to calm down, to get a grip on the pain and rein it in.
When he managed to open his eyes, he was alone. Jason had left him, no sight of him or his horse, and between the blood beating his ears and the cold shivers racking his frame, it was hard to ignore the anger at that realization. Figured that Jason would leave him here to die and continue on his own. Had been waiting for an excuse to do so.
“Bastard…” Kyle hissed through his teeth. Just a minute until his heart settled, until his legs felt steady enough to get on his feet and then he’ll get up. He’ll get to his horse and keep on riding. Just – Just a minute. Just to gather his strength.
A boot collided with his knee, hard enough to rock his head from side to side, and Kyle startled awake, the pain, the fever, the fear – it all flooded his mind in seconds. How long had it been? He had to go, to get up, get away from whoever found him and-
“Come on now,” Jason’s voice sneered, and sure enough Jason himself was dropping to his knees by his side, a pouch settled more gently by his hip. “Stay awake.”
“You stay awake,” Kyle snarled, regretted it when the clench of his teeth worsened the pulsing pain in his head.
“How could you let it get this bad,” Jason ticked his tongue and reached into the pouch, pulling out bundles of herbs. Kyle tried to watch his hands but black spots filled his vision and he had no choice but to lay his head back on the ground.
“Fuck you,” Kyle managed to get out, clenched his fists tight. “First time I ride through this valley.” He muttered, refused to openly admit his lack of knowledge of the land here, of the plants that looked so foreign to the ones growing in his home near the ocean, or the ones he learned about up in New York with the Lanterns. Better to roll the dice with an infection than poison himself.
“Could have asked,” Jason’s tone was carefully even, no bite or sneer. “If you weren’t too proud to ask me.”
“You came back,” Kyle realized. Repeated himself when only silence answered him, gripped Jason’s shirt with shaky fingers, held on the fabric when Jason tried to pull his wrist down. “You came back.”
“And I can leave again, Rayner.” Jason curled his lips over his teeth, but the snarl didn’t reach his eyes. There was something in there Kyle struggled to identify. Time froze between them, their eyes locked as Kyle tried to name the shadow that fell over his features. Jason blinked first and the shadow was gone in an instant, as though it never was. He pulled his hand away with a firm grasp and brought the paste he worked in a cup closer.
Kyle hastily tucked his shirt’s lapel between his teeth to bite on as Jason worked on the cut, quick hands cleaning it thoroughly and applying the salve in a thick layer. The sudden fear he felt when confronted with the idea of Jason leaving him behind, he was starting to wonder if he alone felt it or if Jason shared some form of it as well.
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raptorwithamarker · 8 months
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This is set in an AU called Cyberpunk Thieves, which entails sci-fi and a healthy dose of space western
(blurb has body horror!)
-(A/N: If you haaatteeee cringey backstories this is your time to gtfo! ^_^)
-Was human, now dinosaur
-She was given to a research facility housed on a mothership in outer space when she was younger, the parents being handed a flat fee as opposed to a long term contract.
-The scientists decided to experiment on large swaths of different species, and eventually altered the genetics of Sparrow so much that she has dinosaur DNA. In more specifics, a part of the Dromaeosauridae family.
-Her pinkie fingers were surgically removed and grown into the now winglets on her head, which can move and fold.
-Her last 2 toes on either foot were removed and presumably given to another patient.
-Her wings also were received from another project, in an effort to study the effects.
-She’s not brought to the brink of death or anything like they don’t exactly have a ton of subjects. But they do vivisect her or whatever to see what's going on. That and like MRI and other tests duh -If she has any scars they’re hidden under the protofeathers so shawty is spotless 🪶
-Sparrow does not fight against scientists, as they are nice to her, but she goes unresponsive or pliant when in a medical setting due to her past. This can be jarring and vulnerable, so Sparrow avoids scientific labs, surgery rooms, and doctor's offices. 🤪😐
-Avian drugs have little effect on her, but human drugs work normally. Other variations could just make her sick or have no effect ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 🫠
-The relationship to value in the science she underwent is unknown to Sparrow, but she was treated well. Still, glass boxes and a limited environment led to her eventually running away.👟
-They did little behavior tests also <3 and she ran after weird animals and they recorded that. Enrichment.
-One time they forgot to feed her (since the computer had like an error or something) and she ate the animal 😳 and the scientists had no idea what to do and they let her eat it 😆
-Now a fugitive, she hides from the researching body that wants their property back. She has a reward out for her, and takes up bounty hunting as a way to earn credits. 
-While running, she stumbles into Apollo and teams up for both of them, who are now outcast.
-Sparrow hides her face behind the helmet as soon as she can, and chooses a model that is humanoid, to remind herself she is human. She also insists she is human, though most ignore this.
-Sparrow chirps and clicks like most avians, though will not express this trait often. Her wings allow gliding on Earth-like planets, but can allow more or less on other planets in terms of flight.
-Of all the changes she had undergone, her eyes have not changed.
-The dark is comforting because the lab room was usually kept bright or dim🌚; also was rather homely with books, a desk, and probably other small utensils. 🍴
(I hope this brief rundown is good! If you have anymore questions don't hesitate to ask)
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orchidyoonkook · 1 year
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To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 1
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Title: Assembly’s and Introductions 
Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader
Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Mild Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn
Summary: There’s a new kid at your prestigious university, he’s tall, tattooed and muscular, and oh yeah, he’s the Prince. 
Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, a general ‘lets get the ball rolling’ first chapter
Word Count: 5410
Release Date: January 26, 2023, 12:40PM
A/N 1: I’ve been working on this since September 2022, got 80K in, and have accidentally taken an extended break from Dec 1st until now. I need a kick in the pants to continue writing it so here’s the first chapter. I hope you enjoy as I have read this about 400 times and I’m sick of editing it.
A/N 1.5: it’s pronounced ‘Nehl” not “Neal”
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“Come on, come ooooon!!” Yuri says as she drags you by one arm down the corridor, the other filled with books and study notes. You’re being dragged from your mid morning study session and she's starting to stretch your favourite sweater from how hard she’s pulling.
Slipping from her grasp to save it from any permanent damage, Yuri uses her new freedom to take the lead.
“Not everyone cares as much about this as you do,” you say, rolling your eyes. “I get you’re here because your parents put you here but I worked for it. I can’t just abandon my study plans for some guy,” voice echoing in the corridor as you succeed in keeping up with her quick pace.
Yuri mocks your words in gibberish, matching your tone, just more nasally.
She’s heard this hundreds of times since becoming your best friend in first year after being assigned your roommate. She may force you to go to places and parties you don’t find nearly as important as she does, but you also know she’s the only reason you’ve had any fun since starting university.
That doesn’t deter you though.
“I’m serious,” you insist, refusing to back down.
A look you know well flashes over her face. One that’s a mixture of absurdity and exhaustion— specifically at you.
“You know, sometimes I can’t even believe we’re friends. He’s not just some guy YN,” she looks over her shoulder to make eye contact. “He's the prince.”
Ah yes, the prince.
How could you be so foolish?
The fancy name given to the poor bastard who doesn’t get to decide his future—or work for it for that matter. Just has it handed to him because he was born at the right place, right time.
The prince who’ll be king to the biggest nation in the west one day.
The prince everyone freaks out over.
Sure, he’s cute enough, and will eventually have lots of money and power, because those are so important for someone like him.
But what’s money and power if you’re miserable or an asshole or you don’t know what to do with it? What’s money and power for someone who’s never known poverty and helplessness?
The title of Prince means nothing if you don’t earn it. Means nothing if you don’t know how to use it properly.
Who knows if this one does? So why should you particularly care?
Unfortunately, most people can’t get past the ‘young, handsome, future king of the Western Shores, hunk-a-hunk of dreamy’—blah, blah, blah, the media splatters over every magazine cover they possibly can, earning the prince a hefty social following of adoring, screaming—slightly brain dead if you had any say about it— ‘followers’ aka fans.
And Yuri, like every other girl on campus, is one of them. Minus the brain dead and screaming.
Well…Sort of minus the screaming.
She has screamed, in the past at least. So maybe just minus the brain dead part…
Anyways, she’s grabbing your wrist and you sigh, wringing yourself free of her near iron grip, again. But you can’t blame her.
Yuri’s focused on one thing, and one thing only.
And it’s beginning in 15 minutes.
“Plus I want good seats!”
You scoff.
“He’s just a person, Yuri. I get he’s got an important title and fancy job, but that’s all that separates him from us.”
She glares at you as you reach the courtyard of your school.
Trees surround the perimeter in evenly placed lines, a large running fountain at its center. There’s plenty of open grass space the students use to study, picnic or throw a ball around on. And its cobblestone walkways are currently covered in rows upon rows of filled up seats.
Most of those filled seats are in the middle though, which surprises you. You would’ve thought girls would be lining up at the front row to see their prince.
“Yeah, just the title and fancy job,” Yuri says, taking her turn to scoff and opens her hand to count on her fingers. “Let's not count the fact that he’s insanely hot—have you seen his body? His face? Or what of the land he’ll inherit on top of the land he already owns? And money! Can’t forget that. Or clothes. Not enough? I can keep going,” she switches to her other hand. “How about control over the largest kingdom in The West? They don't call him ‘Prince of the Western Shores’ for nothing, Sweets. Also the mass of adoring fans, security and advisors following his every move, nice cars, fancy vacation houses…should I keep going?”
You’re pretty sure she only stopped because she ran out of fingers and you don’t deign her with a reply. Yuri seems content to have made her point and she did. 
But you’d never admit that to her. Instead you keep walking, taking in the sights around you.
Your school is The Royal Academy of Business and Fine Arts. Anyone can study here if they have the cash, or the brains, though one method is much more abused than the other.
It’s one of the most prestigious schools in the world because it’s where nearly every royal on this half of the continent goes to university. Hence the “Royal'' in the title.
Ladys, lords, dukes, duchesses, princesses and yes, princes all go here—are most of your classmates, actually. But there is only one prince everyone cares about. The one who, in the next few short years, will not only be at your school for whatever it is his father deems appropriate for him to study in his post secondary education, but the one who is also first in line and heir to the biggest kingdom in The West—if it hadn’t been mentioned before.
His Royal Highness, Prince Jeon Jungkook.
Okay… look.
It’s not that you don’t like him, he hasn’t done anything to make you hate him, and you’re sure he’s a decent guy once you get to know him.
It’s just that you don’t really feel any type of way about him, positive or negative. And that confuses so many people around you.
Which in turn, confuses you.
Most people seem to think he’s some sort of god sent angel carved by the hands of whoever created the universe. Fawning over him and thinking he can do no wrong. But what they all fail to see is that he’s just like them.
Got a bit more of a leg up on life than most, sure, but still human. Like you, or Yuri.
He eats and showers and uses the bathroom. He gets a runny nose and puffy eyes when he’s sick. He has bad hair days and ties his own shoes… you think.
He’s just a regular guy with an irregular job. So no, you had no opinion on him other than disinterested neutrality.
But if you had to feel something? You guess you probably felt pity.
You worked your ass off in highschool to get where you are. You and your mom screamed until your voices were hoarse when you got your acceptance letter two and a half years ago. One of 25 scholarship students accepted on a full ride every year.
You were doing a major in fine arts and a minor business, wanting to milk your education for all it’s worth on their dime. Lucking out that your two areas of interest were not only at one school, but at one of the best schools in the world for both subjects.
You chose what you wanted for your life and you worked for it for years. And now you sit comfortably at the top of your class in both fine arts and business, not taking your opportunity for granted for a second.
Jungkook though? He’s expected to go here. Doesn’t have much of a choice about it, and he doesn’t have to work for it either.
A small part of you that has yet to mature envies him for how easy he has it, for the privileges he is given simply because of one six letter word in front of his name. That he didn’t have to put in 60 hour weeks and give up his teenage years just to prove he was good enough to be here.
He was born good enough.
But that’s a small part of you, and you can ignore it if you try hard enough.
The point is you felt pity because he’s probably never had to work for something a day in his life. He doesn’t know the satisfaction of working towards something, to not only succeed, but to be the best.
To earn what he has.
He won’t know what to do when real life hits him.
Yuri lets a baby scream loose as she spots her desired seats and yanks you out of your thought spiral. 
The front of the courtyard is still relatively empty, middle still filling up faster than anything else.
“Yes! Score! First row, left side, that’s perfect! He'll definitely see us.”
She grabs your arm a third time and it’s an effort not to drop your books and groan at her.
Yuri’s like you in the sense where she is not royalty, but unlike you she—or should you say, her parents—are loaded.
Family business perks.
She’s here because she can be, because her family can afford to send her and make donations, not because she wants to be or because she worked for it.
But don’t misunderstand that, Yuri works hard. She just happens to party more than she studies most days. That and plan her future with a very rich and handsome guy who has yet to be determined.
You’d jokingly deemed her a royalty hunter after about an hour of meeting her for how badly she wanted to ‘marry up.’
“See you,” you correct, or has she forgotten about Nel, your boyfriend of 5 years? Your high school sweetheart and who is currently, much to your dismay, at school about 5000 miles away.
“I’m sure Cornelius wouldn’t be mad if the prince charms his girl just once, seeing as his royal highness can do that to most people just by breathing near them,” she quips. ”And even if he would get mad, Jungkook can just have him thrown in a dungeon for being overprotective and jealous.”
“The royal palace doesn’t have dungeons, but they do have a series of interrogation rooms on the third lower level,” you inform her. You did a project on the history and architecture of the royal palace in tenth grade—and Nel really wouldn’t care, he knows where he stands, just like you do.
“How do you just know that!”
Yuri didn’t know you in highschool and you used that to your advantage every single time you could, laughing bright and loud.
She starts dragging you down the walkway again, a habit of hers. Like she’s worried you’ll try to slip away if she isn’t forcing you where she wants you to be.
It’s a good instinct on her part.
You're nearly there, so you focus more on the trees just starting to turn colours overhead, casting slightly pigmented shadows on the ground. Fall is just starting to creep up on the heels of summer, the days of sunscreen and chlorine slowly being replaced by pumpkin spice and crisp apples.
She sits exactly where she wanted too, and you plop beside her, glad you’re wearing a light sweater and tights. They are just warm enough to keep the slight breeze from giving you chills, but also keep your legs from sticking to the plastic seats.
For such an expensive school to go to you’d think they’d have better assembly furniture.
You notice a news camera off in the distance and suddenly understand the empty front seats. No one wants to publicly embarrass themselves on national television from seeing the prince, rewindable and replayable, forever seared into the internet.
It’s times like these you’re happy you’ve never been one to get starstruck. They’re all just people, why be shocked or surprised when they exist near you?
Opening up your books on your lap, you figure you can kill the next ten minutes in a productive way, considering what happened to your original plans for the mid morning.
And as you do, you feel the seats around you begin to fill, not a single one empty by the time the event starts.  Not even the ones up front.
A jerked movement catches your eyes and you see that two seats closer to the pedestal from Yuri is Adaline.
Great.
Adaline Dupree is basically a princess from the Eastern Shores. ‘Basically’ because she’s not, but she certainly acts like she is. A fake princess, an even bigger royalty hunter than your best friend and your not so secret arch nemesis.
She’s in your fine arts classes—all of them, unfortunately—her proper title being ‘Duchess of…’ some province you never bothered to learn the name of, and she’s one of the most well known people on campus.
Tall, with beautiful blonde hair, hazel eyes, freckles, a slim figure and quite the socialite. You’re surprised she went into fine arts and not modeling. She’s got the ego part of the job down pat.
Good for her for being pretty. But anyone could be beautiful on the outside with enough money and a surgeon. That’s not why you considered her your nemesis, you don’t give a shit about any of that.
She was your nemesis in the academic world. Because not only was she beautiful, she was also brilliant at her craft.
Which happened to also be your craft, and it pissed you off to no end.
Where you were first, she was second and where she was first, you were second. Always neck in neck with one another, always trying to one up each other.
You only considered yourself better than her because unlike her, you hoped at least, Adaline was a complete and total bitch. She took what she wanted without remorse and she wasn’t above sabotage to get it.
You learned that the hard way in your first year. And you’ve always wondered if that was her privileged upbringing speaking or if she’s just like that naturally, so unused to not getting what she wanted that she’d take it.
Therefore, it is of absolutely no shock to you that she’s sitting as close as she possibly can to where the prince will be standing. Directly in front of the pedestal at the base of the fountain in the center of the courtyard.
A door opens to your right followed by a couple screams, and you can only assume the man of the hour has arrived. A red camera light flicks on in your peripheral vision and you take that as your confirmation and cue to close your books.
The Dean of Schools, a few advisor looking people, a good handful of terrifyingly large security guards, and a head of black hair you conclude to be the prince all make their way towards their destination.
A smirk graces your face at all the girls batting eyelashes or screaming his name, as if that would get his attention. You’re about to mention that exact thought to Yuri, but you notice her eyelashes looking awfully similar to those around you and can’t help failing to stifle a laugh.
She catches it. “What?”
“Nothing,” you say. “You might just want to pick your jaw up off the ground.”
Her response gets cut off when a voice comes over the speakers.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for such a warm welcome,” says the Dean, calm and assured. She knew exactly the welcome they'd receive. “I’ll keep my introduction short. Today, I present to you not only the newest addition to The Royal Academy of Business and Fine Arts, but the future King of our great nation. He has requested to formally address the student body before he starts classes this fall semester, so without further adieu: His Royal Highness, Prince Jeon Jungkook.”
Riigghht. Did you mention he was the prince of the country you’re living in?
Well…he is.
The crowd soars in volume once more, a couple “I love you’s” thrown in for good measure as the prince steps up and you zone out.
From your angle, you can see his whole body from the side, and that even though he’s holding cue cards, he doesn’t use them, placing them face down on the pedestal.
His dark hair is swept back in a suave styling and he’s wearing a simple navy long sleeve button up, black dress pants and matching leather shoes.
The outfit makes him look ever so princely and very much not like a student. More like one of the faculty.
However, what you don’t expect are the small patches of ink on his arm peeking out of his right sleeve. Or just how tight the clothes he wears are on his apparently very muscular form.
You remember Yuri’s words from earlier, only now registering. You knew he had muscles, no one ever shut up about them. But seeing them in person… wow.
You kind of want to sketch him—for anatomy practice, of course.
The prince begins his address to the crowd and an eerie silence replaces the roars from earlier. You take a quick look around and notice that not one person isn’t completely transfixed on him. Even the dean can’t keep her eyes off him.
You give him credit for not balking under the intense gazes of literally everyone. You know you sure as hell would have, never being one to like being the center of attention. At least, not like this.
You clue into his speech as you look back at him. He’s talking about how he found himself as a teenager thinking of what he wanted his future to look like and what he wanted to do with his schooling, which is not only why he took a couple years to explore the continent before enrolling, but why he will be doing a major and a minor at the school.
One for his career, and one for his heart.
You won’t admit to yourself that the sentiment very closely resonates with you.
He continues.
“All that said, I asked to address you all today for one very simple reason, being that, for my time here at the academy, I wish to be treated like any other student. I am not unaware of my celebrity and how I am seen to the outside world. It is not lost on me my place in the world and who I am to become. I know for some that it may be… difficult to see me for anything other than who I am, and this is why I ask you humbly, just for the short while that I’m here, you all treat me no differently than you already do one another,” he pauses for a moment. “I extend my request most deeply to those who will be studying alongside me in my business administration major and photography minor, as I don’t want it to affect my studies.”
Yuri slaps her hand down onto your leg causing you to jerk forward and you clamor to not drop any of your books. Business administration is her major. Her parents want her to take over the family biz after school.
That was probably why she partied so much. Living as much as she can before being thrust into a job she doesn’t want for the rest of her life.
Pity creeps back up your throat at the thought.
Jungkook notices your jerking movement, but only for a second. His eyes meet yours and you hope yours convey ‘sorry for interrupting’.
You may not care about him, but just like him you are not unaware of his status in the world outside the walls of your school.
Yuri, of course, thinks he’s looking at her and not only does her grip on your leg tighten to the point of circulation cut off, she returns to her earlier routine of batting her eyelashes.
You roll your eyes away from her sight, but unbeknownst to you, well within the gaze of Jungkook.
He suppresses a smile at your response to your friend's clear attempts to gain his attention.
You, on the other hand, seem indifferent to him. He has the entire student body watching his every move with hawk-like precision, enraptured. Normal, for him.
But you?
You just seem to… not care. Like he wasn’t anyone special. Like the word in front of his name meant nothing.
And if it wasn't the most freeing feeling he’s felt in a long time.
“Thank you so much for your time, and I’ll see you all around campus,” he finishes before stepping down, security wrapping around him again until he’s barely visible. The dean pops up to conclude the gathering but you aren’t paying attention anymore, too busy trying to peel Yuri’s hand off your thigh.
“Yuri, retract the claws please!” you whisper-yell to your friend. And she does in fact, retract instantly.
“Shit, sorry. My brain is running a million miles a minute,” she says as she pinches herself, shaking her head and smiling. “I’m three years ahead of him in his major. His major YN! But he’s still older than us, which is so hot. I'm so glad he did that tour in the east and whatever else that kept him back for a couple years, it makes this whole situation even better,” you start to worry at the look in her eye as she continues.
“What if he needs a tutor? What if I become his tutor, and we fall in love like a cliche romance movie. I could be the future queen. YN, this could actually happen for me. I could actually get the prince, it’s not some wild dream anymore. I could talk to him and he would talk back and this could happen.”
You can feel that she’ll just keep spiraling, nothing being able to stop her train of thought at this point, so you try your best to at least have her do her thinking in her head.
“Maybe! I wish you nothing but luck!” And you mean it. You don’t think it will happen the way she does, but you never know. And you don’t want to give her false hope.
You’ve always been the realist to Yuri’s optimist.
With the assembly over, most of the crowd files out of the courtyard quickly, prior plans calling to them or classes starting soon.
Only a few stragglers are left behind. You and Yuri are two of them, as well as Adaline, and a couple more you don’t know.
Security starts to spread out and you watch as Jungkook makes his way to the people farthest from you, much to their delight.
It’s a group of guys, all of whom look muscular enough to be varsity athletes. Maybe Jungkook will want to do sports while he’s here. You know that he’s an accomplished rugby player, greatly to his fathers dismay, but to the pleasure of anyone who has about $10 and has access to magazines or wifi.
“Oh my god he’s making his way over. Do. Not. Move. I want him to come to us,” Yuri says, forcing you to stay in your spot. It would be fruitless to try anything anyway. Another lesson you learned the hard way in first year.
She starts fluffing her hair and asking you to check her teeth. You do. She’s in the clear.
Unfortunately, you two would most likely be the last people he greeted, so you had to watch as he made his way down the line of people.
He greets the guys with a handshake and a clap to the back, and the girls with a kiss to the top of the hand.
One thing you notice as he meets more and more people is that everyone still calls him ‘prince’ or ‘your highness.’
It’s automatic for them, they’re not even thinking twice about it, but it’s also completely besides the point of half of his whole speech. He wanted to be treated like everybody else.
It especially irked you when it was Adaline’s turn and she put on her most feminine, formal, and ridiculously overly flirty, “Hello, Prince Jungkook,” before curtseying, blasting her full facade of charm and courteousness.
Ever the dainty, prim and proper duchess, she’s all small laughs and less than subtle flirting, never impolite, and never speaking out of turn.
You wanted to gag, and you’re quite sure that’s exactly what your face conveyed. But Jungkook smiles wide for her, and is as kind to her as he was to everyone else prior. He even flirts back a little bit.
Yeah, you definitely want to gag. What a match those two would make.
But just as soon as he greets Adaline and her friend, he politely steps away and moves on to you and Yuri.
“Hello ladies, what might your names be?” he asks ever so formally.
You gently laugh at being called a lady and Yuri shoots you a look. Jungkook doesn’t appear to take offense though.
“Hello, your highness!” Yuri chirps in the most ‘I'm trying to flirt but trying to not sound like I’m flirting’ voice you’ve ever heard her use. “My name is Yuri Yeun, and I’m actually a business admin major too, just a few years ahead.”
Jungkook lifts her hand to his mouth, giving it a light kiss and she looks like she’s about to explode.
“It’s lovely to meet you Yuri, I’ll look forward to seeing you around the halls,” he says in the same tone he’s used for everyone else. He’s about to face you, but Yuri cuts in quickly.
“If you ever need any help with your studies, just let me know. I’d be happy to help you with anything you might need help with. Having already been through it, I may be able to give a students insight versus a professors.”
“I’ll keep that in mind for the future. Thank you for your generosity.” Again that same tone, you mentally dub it his ‘greeting the public like the ever so good royal I am’ voice.
He turns to you and extends his hand for yours.
You reach for it, twisting it so that instead of a hand turned upright to be kissed, it’s a regular handshake. If he wanted to be treated like anyone else here, you sure as hell were going to.
“I’m YN, it’s nice to meet you Jungkook.” At the mention of his name untitled, he pauses, eyes widening ever so slightly. It’s not a bad pause, just a surprised one. And by the looks of the small smile on his face, a good one.
Yuri's eyes, on the other hand, almost bug out of her skull at your informal greeting.
“Likewise,” he manages to get out, completely unlike his usually composed self.
You're the only one who hasn’t addressed him with his title, and it’s the most like him he’s ever felt.
Twice in one day—in one hour—you’ve managed to make him feel more human and more like himself than he ever has. With your distinct indifference to him of all things.
Jungkook decides then and there he’s very sure he wants more of it in his life.
He still hasn’t stopped shaking your hand, and you don’t know why that’s the only thing you can focus on. His hand is firm and calloused, the kind that can only be built over years of hard work.
Releasing you the second you think it, he looks as if he hadn’t realized he was still holding on too.
Quick to step back into his princely role, Jungkook says, “Pardon my forwardness, but I just have to say that the two of you are beautiful, and that it’s been lovely to meet you both.”
You swear you see Yuri’s soul ascend from her body at his words. “Thank you, Your Highness! That means so much coming from someone as well met as yourself,” she nearly fawns, and you roll your eyes out of her sight for the second time today.
And for the second time today, Jungkook does not let the gesture go unnoticed. How you hold no fear in showing how you feel in front of others, even those you’ve just met. As if it holds no consequence. 
It doesn’t for you, he realizes. 
You can freely show how you feel without worry of anyone over-analyzing your every facial tic. No fear that a slight misuse of a lip quirk or eyebrow raise could give away national secrets or offend a visiting diplomat.
He envies you for it. For having that freedom he so rarely does.
“You’re most welcome, Yuri. I’m glad you hold my opinion in such high regard.” He flashes her that well practiced bright smile and you already know what she won’t be shutting up about it anytime soon.
“I’ve always been told I have my fathers bone structure but my mothers beauty. I’ll be sure to let them know their Prince thinks the combination is worth complimenting,” you respond, not braggadocious or sarcastic in the slightest.
You know it would make your mom so proud to hear the future king found you pretty, even if you knew the compliment was given to every girl here.
Your father wasn’t in the picture, but that didn’t matter and the prince didn’t need to know.
“I hope they won’t mind a stranger's compliment on their daughter then,” Jungkook says, ducking his head slightly and giving you a smaller smile.
This one felt genuine, like he wanted to hold it back but couldn’t. So you return a small one of your own, to let him know this was an even exchange. You may not feel any type of way about the prince, but you were raised to be kind.
“Any praise for their daughter from the future King would be welcomed any day, I’m sure,” Yuri cuts back in, killing his smile along with it.
You’re sad to see it go.
“I’m relieved to hear it,” he responds, princely public persona back on. Stupid flashy smile back on. “What will you two be heading off to do now?”
“What I wanted to be doing for the last half hour in the first place before being hauled down here by this one,” you point a thumb at Yuri. “Finishing my study hour at the library,” you add quickly, before Yuri can get out her answer. You almost wish you hadn't because the hand that had your thigh in a death grip earlier now only somewhat playfully swats your shoulder.
“YN!”
“What!? I’m just being honest. He wants to be treated like anyone else right? That comes with people being honest to you instead of glazing over their answers with pretty little white lies to appease you.”
Yuri looks ready to rip you a new one, but she’s cut off again before she can open her mouth. This time by the prince.
“No, no it’s okay,” Jungkook says before she can swat you again. She stops mid swing at his words, eyes as wide as saucers at being stopped. “YN’s right, I appreciate the honesty, and I apologize for the interruption. I hope your studies will not be too greatly affected because of it.”
“Guess we’ll find out during midterm season,” you say with a smirk that turns into a genuine smile as you see Jungkook look panicked, like he actually thinks he messed up your education by disturbing your study session.
Relief quickly replaces the panic when he sees your smile and realises it was a joke.
Being treated like a regular person also meant being joked with at their expense, and he takes it in stride as his small smile from earlier makes a comeback.
“Well I have class in half an hour,” Yuri says, finally answering his question, “So probably grabbing a coffee from the cafe near the biz-admin building… I could show you if you want?”
“That sounds great actually, I’m still trying to figure out where everything is.”
“Great! Let’s go.”
Jungkook, ever the gentleman, lifts an arm for her to take and you watch them walk off, Yuri absolutely beaming as she glances back at you. You give her a thumbs up before collecting your books and heading back in the direction of the library.
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Chapter Two: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues
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A/N 2: and so it begins.
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life lines | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader | type: oneshot | words: 6.7K | rating: 18+/M
Jungkook is quick to leave work when he learns that his Baby Doll is having the worst cramps and needs Daddy to relieve them.
⇴ genre/au: fluff | light angst ‖ kink | ceo | boyfriend ⇴ persona: ent. ceo!jungkook | soloist!reader | needy!jungkook | possessive!jungkook | brat!reader | y2k!reader ⇴ cw: immense yearning | mentions of orisha yemoja | alcohol consumption | mature language | smut | age gap relationship | employee/boss relationship | menstruation | period symptoms | period blood ⇴ dynamic: soft dom!jungkook x sub!reader | ddlg ⇴ sw: sexual use of “Daddy” | french kissing | tongue sucking | groping | pubic hair pulling | anal play | vaginal fingering | nipple play | unprotected anal sex | explicit unprotected period sex | prolly don’t do this irl n’ wrap that thang up ⇴ a/n: Thankyu @theharrowing for beta reading!!! This is the original jk period fic? I didn’t want to write it cuz of the smut. I got too bored and overwhelmed. I barely pushed thru. It’s so much easier to think about sex than write it. Ngl I rushed a bit, so I don’t know how good the smut is, which is concerning since its most of the fic. But as promised. Update: No revisions; more of this couple to come.
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Jungkook enters his condo extremely late, just now coming back from a business trip to America. He's exhausted from talking about new acts and looking over concept presentations all day.
He occasionally misses those days when he was just an artist under an entertainment company and not the CEO. He remembers the freedom to do and say as he pleased with his fans by his side to boost his young spirit, only worrying about his singing and dancing being on par.
But like most music labels, Jungkook was also tired of not owning his shit. He wanted his masters and never wanted to sign contracts that he’d technically be paying back. So he started his own, but he could no longer be as reckless.
After taking his shoes off, Jungkook hangs up his coat, loosens his tie, and pops open a few buttons of his dress shirt. Then he shuffles to the cabinet, pulling out a glass before walking to his bar for whiskey. He knocks back a light pour, his face scrunching before he hisses at the warmth in his throat. After pouring a bit more, he takes the bottle with him as he slumps into his recliner.
Of course, he makes ten times as much as he did back then, and he can put out music when he so pleases, but he does hate having to plan out all the financial and legal aspects first instead of telling a manager who seemed to just magically make it happen. It was always cool, but the magic has lost its charm because, well… he knows how it works now.
Although Jungkook says all this, there's still one other person whose career he’d hustle for; whose dreams he'd conjure true.
Swiping a hand through his long, black curls, Jungkook sips at the dark liquor, perusing the shelves that lay on each side of the flat screen tv. There’s a few Korean paintings and artifacts on one side, and BTS awards and solo awards on the other. He keeps the common areas of his home somewhat impersonal. His achievements —including those with the boys— are important, but they’re for the public. That's not to say it's a bad thing —far from it— but he doesn't want their more personal memories out. He literally won the awards on national tv.
Jungkook scans some more, noticing the pics of the boys, himself, and his Baby Doll.
His sweetest Baby Doll. He acquired you under his label 5 years ago and since then, your music career has taken off tremendously. He’s extremely proud that all his hard work has paid off, making you the 8th biggest act in Korea since BTS and the members' solo careers. You're known globally with major significance in the western market. He and the boys worked their asses off to gain recognition, and they succeeded so well that the world trusted him to turn you into a star. Jungkook has been more than happy that his success could spearhead yours. He may no longer feel the spark in managing his own career, but he lives vicariously through you.
Jungkook smiles at the picture, wondering what you’re up to. During his trip, he tried to keep up, making calls to your manager to make sure your schedule was going as planned. You had quite a busy two weeks: shooting performance videos, appearing on global talk shows, modeling a magazine spread then an interview. He knows you're probably exhausted but he wishes you were here in his arms, cuddling with him and being needy. He needs someone to give his time to other than a bunch of businessmen.
Getting up, Jungkook walks to the floor to ceiling window. The city below is buzzing with sounds and lights. He looks across to the building over, directly at one of the many pitch black windows. To any other it's just another window but to him it's a lifeline; an invitation for surveillance.
Jungkook pulls out his phone. It's extremely late and there are no reasonable excuses to make a call. Maybe a text.
He walks back to the bar, putting the whiskey away and the glass in the kitchen sink.
Walking to his bedroom, Jungkook rests two fingers to his eyes. He doesn’t think he can stand another harsh light till morning. He's had enough bright computer screens and fluorescent conference room lights to make him not want to see for a month, but that wouldn't work when his attention is needed to gaze upon divinity.
Jungkook turns on a bedside lamp, filling the room with a soft, yellow light. In the closet, he takes off his watch and rings, placing them back neatly into their displays before stripping naked.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, Jungkook walks towards the bathroom mirror,  admiring the way his thin silver chain sits around his declitage. After chuckling to himself, he takes it off, setting it on the counter.
Nothing beats taking a shower and sleeping in your own home. The moment the water hits his back, a chill runs down his body as the water pickles along his skin. But its touch still isn't enough to ease him.
When Jungkook lotions, it feels bittersweet reminiscing those moments in the shower when delicate hands rub baby oil into his skin. Though memories don't compare to physical touch. Just like how his hands crave to caress supple curves. 
After doing his skin care and putting on boxers, Jungkook secures his chain back on before getting into bed. With two claps the lights go off. For some time, he lays there before he’s sitting up to look around his dark room. 
And before he knows it, Jungkook is flipping the switch for a room to come alive with neon purple lights. As he walks to the window, his hands glide along the bed’s velvet comforter before picking up a tiny Kuromi plushie. 
There's not a single star in the sky and he hates it. He hates the light pollution of the city. He remembers living in Busan, and getting to wish on stars for —ironically— stardom when he was still a kid. It's been some 30 odd years since then but he knows you still wish for yours to never end, so you hate the light as well. And he’ll do everything in his power to not let them outshine you.
Flopping onto the bed, he pulls out his phone, shying away from the light as he turns it down. Then he opens Messages.
Jay K just wanted to say i'm proud of you baby girl i love you so much goodnight
He stares at his phone waiting for the messages to be shown as read. Then decides that a text can wait; sleep is important for bright futures.
His arm feels heavy so he brings it to his head, phone in hand. He looks at his reflection on the black screen before dozing off.
Ten minutes into his slumber the phone chimes.
Baby Doll thankyu daddy🥺💖 i tried really hard to make you proud too nitey nite koo bear i love you too
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Usually the morning sun is enough to wake Jungkook, but today he’s awoken by ringing. Slowly, he palms around, squeezing multiple plushies before clinging to his phone. Sitting up, he clears his throat and looks around. It's pitch black, courtesy of the black out curtains as someone’s not an early bird like he's forced to be.
When he answers the call, his receptionist’s frantic voice tells him that he’s late to work. Perking up, he neatly places all the plushies back, restoring the room as he found it. Then he rushes out to get ready.
As he walks down the corridor, Jungkook checks his messages to see that you replied. He can't help but swipe a hand over his face, hating that he fell asleep.
Jay K it’d make my day if you could come by the office and see me we could have lunch
He doesn’t get anything back. You must still be asleep. You did work very hard.
He sighs, booting his computer to stare at his schedule.
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Jungkook has been sitting here for at least four hours, “working” —because let's face it, he can hardly do any tangible work since he’s become so needy. It's almost time for lunch and you still haven't called.
Did you think he was too busy to call his personal phone? He goes to the front desk.
“Hey, Chaerin, did you get any calls from _____ today?”
“No, sir. Is it an emergency?”
“Uh~ No, but if they call, just redirect it to my office.”
“As always, Mr. Jeon,” she beams, gracing him with a dimple.
Honestly, if Jungkook didn’t have you, he’d probably be one of those CEOs who ends up dating a faculty member. Then his life would really come full circle: The life of an idol. The life of a kdrama character.
Technically, he still is your employer but being with him is a bit more high stakes compared to a secretary. Nobody knows of your relationship except a few, so if Jungkook were anything like those men who manage their wives, you could lose everything you worked hard for on the whim of a soured romance. He never wants to put you in that predicament. He could never imagine himself being that vile.
Jungkook continues to work in his office, asking for no disturbances in case you call. So when his phone buzzes he jumps at the chance as if he’s trained for this moment.
Baby Doll kookie im sorry but i cant come today🥺
His smile immediately drops. Though, Jungkook knows you wouldn't miss a chance to be with him. You barely get to see each other as is. So it must be serious.
Jay K what wrong, doll?
He hopes you didn't have something scheduled. He could have sworn he looked while on the plane.
Baby Doll im sick, daddy
Sick?! Jungkook immediately feels his heart drop.
Baby Doll im having really bad cramps and i feel moody. i think my period is coming im sorry, but I don’t think i can leave bed my body hurts so much
Jungkook sighs but it still makes him sad that you're in immense pain.
He presses the intercom. “I'm leaving for today.”
“Aht- Sir, but you have-”
“If you can find someone else to do it, I'll give you both double pay.”
“On it.”
With haste, Jungkook gets up, almost knocking his chair down. There's a mirror allowing him to see the way he's putting on his coat like a child going to their favorite place. He can only laugh at himself. No woman has ever made him feel this way.
He won't tell you that he’s coming because then you’ll only try to keep him away. As much as Jungkook has told you that you can rely on him, you have a hard time asking for help. Even when it comes to your own career.
In the parking lot, he calls the maid.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mr. Jeon.”
“Can you get to _____’s place and make sure she has everything she needs for her period. Could you also make her a few snacks? When you get there and she complains, tell her that she can take it up with me.’
“Okay.”
“Also, don't tell her that I’m coming.”
“Yes, sir.”
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There’s a knock on the door, prompting you to look at the camera. A quaint smile splays across your lips. 
You let the maid in and go sit on the couch. She’s surprised.
“I don't have the energy to complain.” She smiles, watching your features soften. “But did you bring snacks?” She giggles, handing you the bag of snacks before setting the fruits on the counter. You look into another bag filled with period panties and a box of ibuprofen.
“I’ll call you when everything’s ready.”
“Thank you!” you chime, scuttling off to your room with candy and treats in hand.
Throwing yourself onto the bed, you slip into the covers and curl into the fetal position to hold your tummy. And after a sharp pain, you turn to look in your drawer and retrieve your heating pad. Positioning it under the covers, you pull the comforter over your head and grab onto your Cooky plushy before dozing off.
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Jungkook presses the keypad, comes in and sees the maid. She bows.
“How is she?”
“Sleep. I went to tell her that I cut the fruit and she’s snuggled like a kitten. It's quite warm in there too.”
“Thank you. I can take it from here.”
Jungkook hangs his stuff and changes into his slippers as the maid bows before leaving.
He makes sure to grab a bottle of water and put some fruit in a bowl before entering your dark room.
It's actually designed similar to your room at his place, just everything is a buttercup yellow. He loves how girly and cute you are.
When you said you were a maximist, he didn't think that meant you enjoyed themed rooms, color palettes and plushies that he’d consider literal investments. And that's not even accounting for your closet full of clothes and phallic shaped toys. But truthfully, it makes him feel a lot better about his own habits.
You feel the bed dip before a hand comes to rub your thigh. You groan, making Jungkook smile because all he can see is your Chimmy bonnet moving about. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little jealous when you ordered it right in front of him.
Jungkook pulls the cover off your head and heat hits him in the face. He leans into the crook of your body neck as he continues to rub your thigh.
“Wake up, Baby doll, you gotta eat a snack.”
“I don't wanna,” you grumble.
“You’re being difficult.”
“I’m allowed to be. It’s my month.”
“It’s always your month when you’re with me,” he whispers in your ear, causing you to scrunch up into a giggling ball.
He kisses your cheek, then nips your ear, and kisses your jaw. You whine. “Will you eat, if I feed you?”
“Will you move my mouth to chew too?”
“You’re really that out of it, huh?”
“Yes,” you pout, gazing up at Jungkook with big, sparkling eyes. Possessiveness immediately takes over, urging to have you under him. He feels like he can protect you better: controlling where you go and who can get to you. With you pinned down, you're safe. He knows it’s toxic, but isn’t it normal to be a little delusional about the one you love?
Scooping you under the arms, Jungkook places you into his lap, to which you whine that it's cold. He quickly throws the cover back over your head, swaddling you tightly before pressing a grape to your soft lips.
Jungkook's mind can’t help but wander to all those times when he’s checked under his desk to see you suckling his cock, waiting like a good girl for him to reward you.
Placing his hand under your jaw, Jungkook goes to make you chew. You giggle, bring a hand to your mouth to keep from sputtering. You fall back between his legs and onto the soft comforter. He watches in delight as your whole body jumps with laughter. And, for the first time today Jungkook realizes how much he really has missed you. Sure, he’s been checking on you; on _____, the Superstar. But it’s just now hitting him that he really craved _____, his Baby Girl.
“What? You said to help you chew,” he chuckles.
“I was playin’, stupid. I swear, how are you a grown ass man?”
“I run a multi-billion entertainment company.”
“Yes, and geriatrics pass down their companies to their man-children all the time.”
“But I thought you liked how childish I am,” he pouts. You just stare at him.
Jungkook’s much older now; his features more sharp. You still remember what he looked like 10 years ago when you were just a girl in love with a star too distant to touch. He's still beautiful and filled with newborn wanderlust.
“I do,” you say more to yourself, eyes wandering his as your hand caresses his cheek. “I love you. I love everything about you.” You kiss his cheek, peppering to his lips. Jungkook hums when you finally connect. Your baby-soft lips taste decadent.
He puts the bowl down to reposition you so that you’re straddling his lap. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Jungkook grips your thighs, traveling up and around to squeeze your ass.
You whine at his tight squeeze but also at the way your pussy contracts, sending sharp pains to your lower abdomen.
You break away to bury into his neck. “Ow.” Your hold on his shirt is fist tight.
“I’m sorry, Baby, I got too carried away.”
“It’s okay.” Jungkook rubs your back, kissing the side of your temple. You know he wouldn't hurt you on purpose; he's always the first one to make you feel safe.
The light scent of geraniums fills your senses as does the warmth of his body. Everything about Jungkook is enough to make you forget about the pain.
Your body shivers as you relax into his embrace. He pulls you closer as you almost feel like putty slipping out of his grasp.
“Have you been tense like that all day?”
You hum in response, your cheek squished against his shoulder. Your eyes feel heavy, your body weighted. You feel warm everywhere, but your panties. They’re warm… and squishy.
“Had I known, I’dve come earlier.” Jungkook rubs your back before grabbing the hem of your gown and lifting it over your ass. His fingers lightly dance along your spine, eliciting a shiver and deeper slump of your body into his. “Mmh~ Baby, you’ve been working hard, huh? Why didn’t you book a massage?”
You whine, burrowing into his neck. You hate being asked questions especially when they surround how you tend to be stubborn and suffer in silence. So you avoid them, like now. 
“_____.” You burrow into his neck, huffing. “_____ _____, look at me,” Jungkook says darkly. But you just groan. You’re extremely moody. He grabs you by the shoulders and leans you back. You're looking down. “Look at me. Let me see your pretty face, Jagi.” His head tilts, studying you. Then a tear falls on your hand before you’re sniffling and wiping your nose. “_____?” he lifts your chin up, now able to look into your big glossy eyes. “Baby, what's wrong?”
“I’m just so tired,” you cry.
His eyes widen. Have you been overworked or are you exhausted from your period or both? He knows the process can be straining on the body; traumatizing, even.
Jungkook sighs, “Don't cry, Doll.” He cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” He presses your head back into his chest as you keep crying
He isn’t scared that he’s upset you that badly. He knows sometimes you can’t stop and need to get it out. And as your partner, all he can do is comfort you with back rubs and kisses.
When you finally stop, only your sniffles fill the room. “I shouldn't have asked you that.”
“Mmh hmm.” You nod, causing him to chuckle. “You know I don't know how to ask for stuff and plus I don't want anyone to touch me but you.” You gaze up at Jungkook with glossy eyes, furrowed brows and pouty wet lips. You’re so cute trying to be mad at him.
Jungkook chuckles, rubbing the back of your silk-covered head. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Hm? Daddy won’t ask anymore questions.” You huff, laying back into his chest. You two let the room go silent as he rests his head on top of yours.
“But you can always come to me, Baby. Everything I do is for you. Anything I have is yours.”
“I know… but you worked so hard for it.”
“I did. But I wouldn't have done so, if I didn’t think I was going to share my success with someone. First, BTS. Now, you.” You look up at him, eyes wandering his; then his smile. Jungkook loves watching the cogs turn as you try to make sense of his selflessness. He's too humble and you sometimes feel like you're not enough.
“You’re not selfish _____, the fact that you worry about stuff like that proves enough.” Your eyes widen and his smile gets bigger. You should know by now that he can read your mind.  He's like a guardian angel looking down at you. He's blessed you with more than you can imagine and you’ll never be able to repay him.
“You never have to worry about if I think you’re using me. I know your heart. Just promise me you’ll always love me. And if you can't, all I ask is that you tell me when your heart has given all it can, so I can prepare to let you go.”
You don't think your eyes can widen any further as tears fill them. What forces came together to create such a man and what did you ever do to deserve him?
Your breathing becomes hurried, allowing Jungkook to feel the expanse of your chest. He looks at you with a melancholy yearning as if he's imagining that you weren't his anymore.
A little smile spreads along his plush lips as he watches your pupils dilate. You've always been his little kitten.
Placing a hand to your cheek, his thumb smooths over your hot, supple skin. You seem frozen but your mind is working overtime, sifting through all the things you want to do to him if your period wasn’t on. So, you settle on a kiss.
Sitting up, you glide a hand into the nape of his soft locks, pulling Jungkook into a forceful kiss. You let out a meek whimper, trying to hold back tears because flooding back are the memories that remind you of how happy he makes you.
Your kiss is deep, slow, and sensual. Pulling back to look at him, Jungkook seems relaxed and ready to submit to your touch.
Dipping down to kiss his neck, you suck till his skin becomes hot and bruised. You peck the rosey mark before dragging the expanse of your warm tongue along his adam’s apple. He whimpers. You're always so vulgar but soft with him.
After laying a kiss to his throat, you peck up to his jaw kissing towards his ear. “You make me so happy, Jeon Jungkook.”
You suck his ear, soliciting his sweet moans. There’s an erection straining in his pants. It's aching and warm.
Your lips finally rest against his as you both hum; happy to be connected once more. Jungkook pulls you closer, but you pull back to lick your lips as you stare at his pink swollen one.
Your fingers travel to his ears, rubbing the top. “You taste so good, Kookie.”
“Yeah?” he rasps out, trying to catch his breath from your menstrations and heavenly appearance. “So pretty.” He slightly chuckles, it’s music to your ears as his bunny-like smile graces you.
“You too,” you giggle, pecking his lips before licking them. Jungkook gives you complete control, letting you suck the inner vermillion of his top lip, down to the bottom. He tastes so decadent, like nothing you could ever describe.
Pulling back, you examine your work of his glistening lips; then his overall state. His eyes are heavy, his lips slightly agape. He looks needy like you, but in other ways. He's subdued. You swirl your tongue along his open mouth, diving deeper to let him taste you.
Jungkook's hands travel up your thighs, gliding over your plump ass and soft waist. He gathers the edge of your gown, lifting it above your rib cage.
His head tilts, admiring the way your panties hug your hips and pull taut against your slit giving him a nice view of what’s to come.
Jungkook makes haste to lay you on your back as he climbs the bed to straddle you. His lips kiss upon your neck, leaving hot marks as he continues his way down your body.
His large hands grab your breast as he swirls and massages his tongue deeply into each nipple before sucking. He releases with a pop, licking them one last time which causes you to jump.
He kisses your sternum, cascading down to your tummy where he lingers to pepper kisses along your lower abdomen.
Your body is a temple in which Jungkook worships. Able to give him a life he always dreamed of.
Whether you know it or not, he sometimes prays to Yemoja, asking that she protect you and safely shepard his children into their new life.
Kissing both your inner thighs, Jungkook spreads your legs wider.
He gets down close to your clothed heat to blow along your slit. You back arches as you whimper.
“I know, baby. I know~” he coos.
Jungkook slides a hand up your tummy to interlock his fingers with yours. Then his lips pressed to your heat, as he breathes out before laying an open mouthed kiss. You whine, feeling your pussy contract and slick rise. You hear him chuckle as he's now faced with your wet panties. He loves teasing you.
So he continues, rubbing a thumb over your bundle of nerves, watching you through heavy lashes as you whimper and grip his hand tightly. He can't wait to pull your panties back.
Jungkook leans in again, pressing himself against you. You’re intoxicating.
He sits up, lifting your hips a little to finally take your panties off and just as predicted, they stick to your cunt. Once off, he tosses them onto the floor before sliding off the bed to undress himself.
You two watch each other, completely enthralled by the way his abs flex and how you rub your clit.
When his pants hit the floor, you moan, feeling your walls contract as you gaze upon his massive bulge. He grins at you. You look hungry, stalking his every move and he bends down to drop his boxers. And he swears your pupils contract at the sight of his cock hitting his stomach. You take him all in, biting your lip.
“You need Daddy’s cock to make you feel better, Baby?”
You nod.
Jungkook smirks, climbing into bed. He stalks towards you before sitting up to push your thigh back. “Is my Baby hurting?” he coos. You whine, nodding again. You’re so quiet, mainly because you’re saving your voice to scream his name.
“I’ll be gentle, hm? Take away your tummy aches?” he whispers into your ear before kissing you. “But you gotta use the safe word, if it gets too much.” You nod again. You've become mute; not having the energy to say much. You just want to moan and cry his name as he soothes your aching pussy with his girthy cock.
But you do have one request. “Kookie?”
“Yes, Baby?” He kisses your neck leaving spots.
“Can you fuck my ass?” you mewl. Your innocent voice drives him mad. How can you make something so vulgar sound so sweet? 
Jungkook sits up, smiling as he thumbs over your baby hairs. “Of course, Baby, as long as you cum.”
“We cum,” you pout.
“We cum.” He kisses you as you whine.
Opening the nightstand drawer, Jungkook pulls out lube. As he pours it on your pussy, you jump and gasp, “Cold~”
He rubs your inner thigh and dips to kiss you. “Daddy’s sorry, baby girl.” Continuing his kisses, you feel his fingers deeply rub into your clit, warming you up. “One more.”
Coldness hits your entrance, soon replaced by two warm fingers in your cunt. You clench around him, moaning as your hips move to fuck him deeper. He grins, biting his lip. “Such a greedy little pussy, Baby,” he whispers in your ear.
“Jungkook, fuck me~” you whine.
You kiss again and he pulls back. He squirts lube onto your ass. It's cold too, making your asshole spasm. then you feel him rub. You moan, fingering your clit.
“You’re so fucking cute. Making Daddy so hard.” He continues massaging your asshole as he pours lube onto his cock. He hisses at the cold but steadily strokes himself.
You’re moaning, your brows knitting and your mouth gaping as you rub your clit. He loves watching you play with yourself, trying to sate a hunger that only he can stop.
Massaging your tight little asshole, Jungkook gazes at the pornographic look on your face, studying the way your eyes roll when he pushes his fingers in. You dip your two into your slick cunt, causing your head to knock back as it feels divine. He stretches you around his large fingers and when he pulls out, your gaping hole awaits his touch, contracting, urging him to take you.
“Fuck,” he rasps, feeling his cock twitch as precum leaks from his tip.
Finally lining himself up, he pushes in while leaning down to kiss you.
Gasping, you writhe at his cock filling you up and stretching you out. This new lust-filled agony replaces the one in your cervix.
Jungkook's thrusts are slow and deep as he comes down onto your body. He loves placing his arms beside your head and laying his weight on top of you, pinning you down to take his cock and load because you’re very much a runner and he enjoys watching you break down into a screaming mess.
You clench around Jungkook's dick each time it hits your good spot. You move to finger your clit as he jackhammers into your tight rim. You can't help but whimper at the fullness and contraction of your pussy as it squelches.
“Ju- Jungkook~”
“Yeah, Baby? Tell Daddy what you want.”
“A- Am I bleeding?” He looks down, seeing nothing but your glossy slick covering every inch of your pussy while steadily releasing more. Even your clit is aroused: swollen and throbbing for his touch.
“No,” he says, rubbing your bundle of nerves in deep swirls.
Your hands shoot to grip the sheets as you shake and your chest heaves. That should be enough to keep your mind off “ruining” the sheets.
Jungkook's kisses make you hum as his hard cock pumps into your slick rim. His veiny cock glides along your walls, making your toes curl and your head to throw back hard into the pillow. You wish you could free fall through the bed.
Laying you on your side, he slips an arm under your neck. He's still over you as he lifts your leg up to thrust deeper. “Oh, my- Baby, right there.” Your moans and the squelching of your tight rim is enough to make him cum.
Jungkook holds the back of your head and kisses you. He attacks your neck, nipping, sucking, biting while throwing your leg over his thigh. Then he grabs your breast, squeezing till your nipple perks.
You cry. He lets go with a tongue swirl and flick before holding your waist. He growls in your ear and whimpers.
You caress his cheek, kissing him. “Oh~ Daddy, I love you. You’re so good to me.”
Jungkook whines again, panting in your ear. His high is on the horizon; his dick throbbing with vigor. “Ah~ Fuck, precious. I love you too. Daddy loves you so fucking much. Taking my cock like a good girl,” he growls into your ear as you feel the rush of his thick white load coating your walls. His thrust become sloppy but he continues to fuck into your ass, gripping your curves and kissing into your neck to coax himself to a calm.
You feel warm and fuzzy, humming as you try to steady your breath. 
You two lay for a sec before he pulls out slowly, prompting your body to shake as you gasp. Jungkook grins the entire time, watching the way you bask in the sensitivity of your rim and the warmth of his cum.
“You came~” you hum, sounding a little aloof; clearly cock-drunk.
“Yeah, cuz you're so beautiful.”
You giggle, but then your face contorts. “Ah!” You place a hand on your belly “Mmh~ Kookie, the towel… Did I bleed?” Your hand goes to touch your entrance.
“No, Baby. Are you still hurting?” You nod.
Jungkook spreads you open, examining your gaping hole; no blood but you're contracting more than usual. And you’re pushing, trying to alleviate some pressure off your abdomen.
“Mmh, Baby.” He runs a finger around your entrance. “Did you cum?” You shake your head. “So, I’m a bad Daddy, huh?”
You nod, causing Jungkook to smile a bit as he caresses your cheek. “Pretty pussies deserve to be fucked.” He stares at your pussy and you stare at him back, admiring the way his warm brown eyes wander. You used to get embarrassed, but now you feel pretty when he worships you.
Jungkook rubs your little patch of hair, lightly tugging as you moan. It drives him wild. It's so soft and full, like a faerie’s hidden grove; protecting your delicate flower in the depths of its lush.
He rubs a finger over your baby hair. “Can Daddy fuck your pussy?”
You hum as he watches you think. You’ve let him fuck you close to your period before, but that’s usually three days before when you just feel uneasy in the tummy. It’s supposed to come on tonight and you figure a warm shower will trigger it. But you’re hurting much more than usual. And you feel a little tense too.
“O- Okay. But if I bleed, tell me cuz that's icky.”
“Anything you give me, Baby, is a gift.”
“Jungkook~” you whine as he laughs.
Raising up, he looks into your eyes as his fingers smooth over your baby hairs.
“Can you take me ass up?” You nod, and Jungkook places hands on your waist, helping you onto your tummy. You groan. “I got you, Baby.”
He throws the towel over a pillow before putting it under your lower belly.
“Arms up, Baby Girl,” he coos, bringing your hands to rest by your head. His hands grab your waist gently pushing down so that your plump ass tilts up.
Jungkook opens your legs, giving him access to spread your ass, allowing a little squirt of cum spill out.
“Does Daddy’s cum feel good in your ass?”
“Mmh hmm,” you smile. “Warm.”
“Good.” Jungkook rubs your supple skin, squeezing lightly. He blows on your hole causing it to clench. You whine as he watches your wet pussy open back up with a squelching from your gaping hole.
“So sensitive for my cock,” he growls against your lips.
“Fuck me, Daddy. Fill my pussy, please. Make the pain go away.”
He groans at your pleas. All he wants you to do is run to him when you need saving.
Jungkook lays a hand to your bloated stomach. “Feel me in your tummy?” He leans over to whisper into your ear as you whimper, nodding. He grabs your heat pack, placing it between your lower abdomen and the towel covered pillow.
“Mmh~ Thank you, Daddy,” you hum, feeling more relaxed.
Rubbing your hips and ass, he takes in your position: ass up and holes begging for his cock. Absolute perfection.
“Daddy?”
“Hm?~”
“Are you gonna fuck me raw?”
He nods, continuing to rub your hips. “Are you scared to bleed?”
“Yes.”
“You can trust me, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course.” You look over your shoulder at him with a pout on your lips.
“Then, Daddy won’t fuck you so hard that you bleed.”
“O- Okay.”
Jungkook lines himself up and sinks in. Your ass tilts down as you feel his veiny cock glide along your walls, stretching and filling you up.
Your eyes shut tight as you try to relish in the pleasure running through you.
“Almost there, Baby.” His grip tightens on your hip as the other lightly presses on your back, pushing you back down onto the bed.
“You can take my cock like a good girl, huh?”
Overwhelmed, you moan in response.
As he bottoms out, your pussy flutters around him and your holes contract, pushing cum to leak from your ass and down onto his cock.
His thrusts are slow and his hips are purposely tilted to drag along your g-spot. When Jungkook pulls out, his cock is glistening in translucent slick.
“Mmh~ Baby, no blood,” he coos, patting your butt.
Pushing back in, you clench, making his cock stutter a bit to get in.
“Baby, you need to relax.”
“I can't; it hurts,” you whine.
Jungkook bends down and kisses you softly before his tongue invades your mouth. You relax, letting his wet taste swirl around yours, sucking you down.
“Ugh,” you cry, causing his hips to stutter. You begin to throw your ass back, not wanting him to stop now as you’re finally ready. “Don't stop, please~” The pain from his cock is deliciously distracting from the previous feeling in your walls. “Keep going. Just like that,” you gasp. Even the heat pack seems to disperse the pain like a deep massage.
The room fills with squelching as you suck his cock into you cunt, “Mmh, Daddy~ So fucking big.”
“Yeah, Baby, just for you,” Jungkook growls into your ear, leaning his chest against your back.
“Fuck my tight little pussy, Daddy.”
His pace quickens, fucking into you as your ass slap against his thighs. You join in throwing your ass back gently as his growls turn into whimper. The sound of your love making fills the air.
“Taking Daddy’s cock so fucking well, Baby,” Jungkook moans, his head throwing back as his eyes close to savor the feeling of your suckling walls. “You deserve this cock; you worked so hard this month. You make me so proud, Baby Girl.”
You whine at his praise, clenching and shaking. You can feel every throb of his veiny cock. Your pussy’s grip tightens and the painfully sweet strokes cause you to release more slick. Jungkook’s worked up a steady pace, enough to fuck your slick milky white and thick at the base of his cock. With each glide out, threads of your shared cum bridge between you.
“Fuck-” The female body truly amazes him.
When Jungkook hits that perfect spot, you cry out, shaking as your arms give out. Your eyes shut hard as you tip over the precipice of a hot flash. Then your coil breaks and you forget where you are, basking in the ecstacy between your legs.
“Ugh. Mmh~ Koo."
You're too high to notice the way Jungkook looks down upon you. Despite the bumbling fucked out mess you’ve become, you still look serene in his eyes.
It’s only till he feels warmth run down his thighs that he notices that you’ve coated his cock red.
Jungkook is immediately filled with astonishment and overwhelming pleasure. “Aw, Baby, you’re so fucking gorgeous on my dick,” he beams while continuing to slowly fuck, coaxing you further. He hums, watching your blood gush around his pubic before feeling it run down his balls and drip onto the towel.
As you slowly recover, your breathing becomes steadier and you're able to take in your surroundings and the first thing you notice is the coppery scent.
Your eyes widen as you whine, “Jungkook!” Looking behind your shoulder, his glistening face graces you. Sweat covers his naked body as he rakes a hand through his damp hair. His dark eyes bore into you as he licks his lips, grinning.
“Daddy, no…” Your hand trails down his abs before you lay back down, too mesmerizing to remember why you opposed him in the first place.
You two stare into each other's eyes as the room continues to swell with the sound of your bloody cunt. After some time, he leans down against your back, sliding his arm under you before pressing his nose against your cheek. All his weight comes down onto you, coveting you in his warmth and driving his cock deeper. You feel closer to him than ever before. And so does he.
Your blood is a tether. Is a life line.
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keatsonthebeach · 9 months
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Safire Lullaby
her 
goblin market
pomegranates
14th century 
rosary beads
carousel secrets
silent sea
tipsy moon
astral swirls
firelight calm 
prayer of breath
religion of touch
river of making
uncertain tides
blessed heat
a love too large for one heart to hold
running toward summer
a smile 
a sigh
a sin  
sheer 
plum 
ruffled 
blouse
black velvet ribbon
desert rose
long lazy legs 
breathless 
western style
shoplifting 
lipstick and brie
on the edge
of L’America
au revoir
farewell
ciao
on the edge
of civilization
the ravens
remember
the ravens
know
a love too large for one heart to hold
jk
photo - Gertrude Fehr
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morning-sun-brah · 1 year
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Below is my TMNT Master List, but I have some thoughts I wanted to make sure were apparent since this post is pinned!
So! Thoughts/rules of engagement for this blog. 
- Saying hello is always great! And asks are fine too! That said, I cannot promise I will always respond, nor that I will write anything for an ask. It’s gonna have to really speak to me. 
-I write a lot of smut! I am a whole adult! Anything I write with explicit content is between consenting adults and will be tagged as such. PLEASE DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU ARE A MINOR. THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! If you are here for the Rise/HP Crossover, follow my secondary blog that is SFW, here!
- Pro BLM, LGBTQIA+, Woman/Feminism. 
-This blog is pro LGBTQIA+ and will not tolerate any homophobia or terf talk. Period. Easiest way in the world to get a block is if I see even a hint of terf leanings from a person engaging over here. I am currently in the midst of a Rise/HP Crossover and we are UNKIND to the original author. If you share any of JK's opinions concerning the validity of Trans Women and Men, this blog isn't for you! Anything HP related I highly recommend you steal. Do not give that monster any of your money.
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TMNT Master List!
So, I'm not sure that I have *quite* enough works to justify this, but I'm gonna do it anyway and just keep adding to it! Fic's are linked under the cut!
*The turtles are all adults in the NSFW fics*
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Rise TMNT:
When I Say Forever NSFW, Leo x Reader
Nothing to Say SFW, no romantic pairing, Leo and Casey, angst
Thick Thighs Save Lives- Part 1 NSFW, Donatello x Reader
Thick Thighs Ruin Lives- Part 2 NSFW, Donatello x Reader
Thick Thighs Attract Eyes- Part 3 PREQUEL! SFW(ish), Donatello x Reader
Thick Thighs No Lies- Part 4 NSFW, Donatello x Reader
Worth the Wait NSFW, Leo x Reader, fits into the Thick Thighs Storyline but can be read as a standalone
A Romantic Comedy, Starring Leo Splinterson SFW(ish)- (cursing, mild description of medical procedures, some angst), Leo x OC, any smut will be presented as one shots, multi-chaptered, ongoing
On a Scale from One to America NSFW(ish), Leo x Reader, Entry for the All 4-1 Challenge, I chose the prompt; Reader continually uses TERRIBLE pick up lines on your choice of turtle, trying to drop the hint.
Send it NSFW, Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader, inspired by all of @donathan's tactical art- go and follow them!
Once More, With Feeling (Tactical Donnie Part 2!) NSFW Tactical!Donnie x Spotter! Reader
And They Were Thick Thighed Lab Partners NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A collab with the fantastic @buthowboutno! It... it might be an April Fool's fic. BUT, if you stick with the cringe, there's real smut towards the end lol. ALSO!! There is a podfic! You can listen to it here!
Silk NSFW, Mikey x Male OC, Long hair Mikey and his journey from enemies to lovers.
Marked NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Eventually will have a second chapter. Hate sex with a little bit of feelings at the end.
Hunger Pains NSFW, Donnie x Reader, A gift for @unknownfanartist. Donnie enjoys his favorite meal.
Spare Change NSFW, Donnie x Kendra (Kendratello), Complete, 2 chapters.
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RISE! COWBOY/WESTERN AU (ongoing);
This is a series that was SUPPOSED to be a two-chapter fic about Donnie robbing a train. It is... no longer that.
Flight of the Dove NSFW, Donnie x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by the absolute gem that is @unknownfanartist
The Pigeon's Perch NSFW, Leo x OC, COWBOY/OLD WEST AU. The series is currently ongoing. Companion art is done by @gemini-forest
Of Starlings and Sparrows NSFW, Raph x OC (OC is owned by @beckerboopin), COWBOY/OLD WEST AU.
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art by @unknownfanartist
RISE! HARRY POTTER CROSSOVER AU (ongoing);
Until I Reach You Again, a ROTTMNT/Harry Potter Crossover, Collaborative Work with @alycornz, and @stormy-nyx SFW- (cursing, mild canon typical violence, general unkindness for JK Rowling because she is a terrible human).
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Bay! TMNT:
This will probably have ~more~ because I do love these boys.
Like You Mean It NSFW, Raphael x Reader, A gift for @turtle-babe83 and a "tumblr exclusive" Whoo!!
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03 TMNT:
Aaaalllll the way back on 2007 I wrote a Reader x OC fic. It was finished, but since it's 16 years old the plan was to re-write it on AO3 and make it less terrible. It is a slow process and it may not even happen considering how fixated I am on the rise-verse atm, but if you wanted to cringe you could find it on ff net. Either way, the one I am updating is linked below!
A Light in the Dark NSFW (eventually), Raphael x OC
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hangingoffence · 3 months
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fuck it western au jk kyle gets shot in the shoulder and jason proceeds to finger the exit wound instead of actually helping him
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jenrecs · 1 year
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⊹ hello loves! it’s a new month, and a new reading list! below are all my favorite reads from September 2022. i mostly read JK fics but the list includes other members as well. some of these do contain mature content, so minors dni.
⊹ check out these awesome fics and give the authors some love by reblogging and/or leaving feedback for them! (.❛ ᴗ ❛.)
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⌜ SEOKJIN ⌟
● tattoo jealousy by @kookscrescent​​
↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff
jin walks in to the dressing room to witness a situation that doesn’t sit well with him.
● stress relief by @archivedkookie​​
↳ established relationship, ceo au, fluff, smut
your husband comes exhausted from his work, and you have an idea of how to relieve his stress…
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⌜ YOONGI ⌟
● flowstate by @jktones
↳ comfort friend, fluff
when the world gets too loud, his silence is your favourite sound.
● yoongi learns why selfies are dangerous by @purplewhalewrites​
↳ established relationship, idol au, smut
yoongi said he’d be taking more selfies but you didn’t expect him to actually do it. when you see his latest post you decide he has to pay for his actions.
● lola by @yoon2k​​
↳ smut
even though you're not wearing the space jam shirt and your hair isn't up in two ponytails, yoongi stills notices.
● whine & dine by @baljinciaga​​
↳ established relationship, idol au, fluff, smut
yoongi forgets the date night the two of you had planned due to the stresses of being an idol. you decide to make different dinner plans.
● squirt by @here2bbtstrash​
↳ friends to lovers, smut
when yoongi makes the bold statement that any girl can squirt, you decide to call him on his bluff.
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⌜ HOSEOK ⌟
● sensuous by @delugguk​​
↳ smut
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⌜ NAMJOON ⌟
● bibliosmia by @svt1117​​
↳ established relationship, witch au, angst
you were an addict when it came to smelling spellbooks, but not for the reason one would expect.
● read to me by @ichorai​​
↳ greek god x nymph au, fluff, angst
with beautiful days, comes the stormy clouds.
● discord discourse by @joheunsaram​​
↳ strangers to (maybe) lovers, idol x fanfic writer au, fluff, angst
kim namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server… dedicated to him. with new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
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⌜ JIMIN ⌟
● all i need by @joonberriess​
↳ established relationship, college au, smut
it’s a lazy afternoon and you’re watching the sun set with your boyfriend who’s between your legs...
● homie hopper till i die! by @h0neypjm​
↳ ft. taehyung, smut
a homie hopper is defined as an individual that ‘hops’ from one person to another, where the people they choose to hook-up with are within the same group of friends.
● fwb with jimin by @btssmutgalore​​
↳ friends to lovers, friend’s sister au, coworker au, smut
how jimin becomes your friend with benefits.
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⌜ TAEHYUNG ⌟
● you’re the worst by @here2bbtstrash​
↳ friends to (not) lovers, smut
you decide to turn the tables on your shameless best friend.
● don’t get murdered by @here2bbtstrash​
↳ ft. yoongi, smut
you’re supposed to be on a blind date, but the handsome stranger across the bar keeps distracting you.
● what was hidden by @daechwitatamic​
↳ strangers to friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst, smut
this is how it all starts: taehyung is flunking western lit. you’re assigned to tutor him. his paper on strindberg’s the ghost sonata could pass or fail him for the semester. as you and taehyung slowly become friends, then more, you learn that there’s a lot more to him than you originally assumed. together, you navigate your own experiences with the play’s themes: one’s “true self” versus one’s “shown self”, darkness behind the facade, and how people can be quite literally haunted - and it has nothing to do with ghosts.
● homie hopper till i die! by @h0neypjm
↳ ft. jimin, smut
a homie hopper is defined as an individual that ‘hops’ from one person to another, where the people they choose to hook-up with are within the same group of friends.
● caramel macchiato by @gukyi​
↳ college au, fluff
you never really paid attention to the talkative kid in your college lecture, but he’s paid attention to you.
● witch’s brew by @httpjeon​​
↳ established relationship, witch au, fluff, smut
after a year of trying to get pregnant, your husband makes a special brew to make sure you get pregnant this time.
● work out for me by @chateautae​
↳ established relationship, smut
interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.
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⌜ JUNGKOOK ⌟
● home by @taegisms​
↳ established relationship, fluff
● happy birthday loser by @jungk0oksthighs​
↳ idiots to lovers, roommate au, smut
after three years of simping over your roommate, you give him one hell of a birthday celebration.
● kintsukuroi: sweet treat by @jeonjcngkook​
↳ established relationship, fluff, smut
newly married and swept away by how in love they truly are with each other, jungkook shows you just how much he loves you.
● love bites by @jeonjcngkook​
↳ established relationship, vampire au, smut
it’s feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone to eat, you change it up and feed together.
● once upon a show by @gukyi​
↳ idol au, fluff
starring on we got married is cool. starring on we got married with world-class idol jeon jungkook is more intimidating than cool, but hey, there’s a first time for everything.
● in the frosty air by @gukyi​
↳ college au, roommate au, fluff, angst
two weeks ago you and your roommate slept together. which would be fine, if you knew you both felt the same about each other. but you don’t. and now it’s christmas, and jungkook is still gorgeous and gentle and wonderful and here, and and you don’t really know what to do about that.
● 21st century love by @gukyi​
↳ enemies to lovers, college au, fluff
you and fellow film student jeon jungkook have been clashing heads all semester in your realistic fiction and 21st century film class, because jungkook thinks that rom-coms are meant to express the beauty of love, and you think that they’re ploys by hollywood to tell people that they can achieve love by engaging in consumerism. but when you’re assigned to create your own stereotypical romantic comedy short film, jungkook takes it upon himself to show you just how attainable love can really be.
● we were. by @gukyi​​
↳ breakup au, angst
not all once upon a time’s have happily ever after’s.
● always by @onlyswan​
↳ fluff, angst
in which jungkook is a fleeting bus ride crush.
● head over skates by @mercurygguk​
↳ established relationship, college au, ice hockey player au, fluff
jungkook doesn’t get jealous but here you are, bringing out new sides of him.
● best i ever had by @here2bbtstrash​
↳ college au, infidelity au, smut
you’ve been planning on breaking up with your boyfriend for a while, and jungkook is here to help.
● if i could lie by @alpacaparkaseok​
↳ exes to lovers, idol au, fluff, angst
“I’ll feel much better if you let me walk you home.”
● pretty boy by @inkedtae​
↳ friends to lovers, secret relationship au, fluff, smut
he’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy.
● of caresses & promises by @ditttiii​
↳ married au, fluff, mild angst, smut
you love your husband and you know that he loves you just as much, if not more. but sometimes, you can’t help but feel like he could do better—better than you.
● when lightning strikes by @kookscrescent​​
↳ established relationship, smut
you are home alone as a storm is going on outside, and a wet jungkook comes home.
● christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks​
↳ established relationship, fluff, smut
a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.
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randomkposts · 2 months
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How would an all-female take force be?
Umm wow! Either Death Note now takes place in Barbie- Land or L is getting a lot more shade for hiring only female officers for his task force. As regardless of how skilled they are, there's always going to be questions about the task force, and now there's going to be questions about if it really is the most skilled force for the job. 
Because unfortunately as a girl, people have this barrier of you first needing to prove you can do the job before they let you go do the job. Social progress has been made in the 20 years since Death Note was first written, but in Japan has different values then western, a big one being valuing the collective over the individual. 
For the collectivest to work, everyone has to value group cohesion and stick to the natural order of things over the individual needs the west favors. 
Anyone who is outside of that norm, is labeled troublesome, which leads to isolation and bullying, a problem which people of mixed heritage have enough of a problem with in Japan.  
So this many ladies becoming prominent figures in the police force and being born in the 1950'-70's is going to stand out. And they are probably a lot more cynical about their jobs, to say the least, and likely not as highly placed. 
If we are going for realism on this Soichiro is probably not Chief in this AU to say the least. And L is losing a lot of social credit for this decision, as this Kira case is not going anywhere fast to say the least. 
Here's a video from Lady Virgilla that talks (amongst other things) about Japanese culture and female leadership in the workforce (part 4 has statistics about females in the workforce)
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At the same time, being on the task force is also a choice that all of them made in Canon, and I don't know if they would be willing to risk their jobs in the same way as females, given how much work it took them to get where they already are. The cost-sunk benefit would weigh a lot heavier here. 
I don't even know if all of them would want to stay on the task force if they were all female as I would imagine it would not do positive things to their jobs long term, particularly after the funding was discontinued, I imagine leaving would be a thing more of them took him up on. 
That said you guys are probably here for funner headcanons, and I plan to expand on this in the other Anon ask. May be yours, may not be, so stay tuned, and lets start.
So Mogi is kind of a Stoic, though he seems to get a kick out of messing with Yotsuba Kira.
E:-He probably regretting this after a week.
Mogi really is the best jk. 
K:-Hes also a good actor, and does a good job as Misas manager. 
E:-He needed a raise.
K:-What if we flip it for Female Mogi. 
Acts cheary and friendly around people she doesn't know, but get to know her and you find that she actually doesn't like talking all that much, preferring to spend her downtime quietly. 
Can fade in and out of a scene, stealing the spotlight and leaving like a ninja exiting stage right. 
Secretly likes quietly appearing behind people and startling them. 
I think Mrs. Ukita in this one is a little more cautious, which means Misa doesn't kill her as easily, having the investigation last longer.
E:-Not as hot headed. Still is reckless but instincts much higher.
Do Mello or Matt know how to cook?
I need to know how they even start off their business. Does Whammy prepare them for adult home ec life?
K:-I have no idea? I suppose that depends on what Whammies considers necessary orphan skills. Most in Japan don't, though that's more mostly there's more children than caretakers. 
I doubt L learned.
E:-"Cake is a nutrient. It has all the food groups necessary to function properly--"
"That's bullshit and you know it."
Lmao ok I have an idea. But also the idea of Matt and Mello having to do small gigs but influential enough to get their mafia gang appeals to me. 
K:-I don't know. I feel that Mello more got the job in part because A Kira had killed off the old boss and they needed someone less high profile. So they made a deal.
Honestly I don't even begin to pretend to have the background knowledge of crime to try to map out how Mello became a crime boss in 4-5 years, so I'm chalking it up to Kira, rule of cool, and Mello being good at psychology in spite of being impulsive as hell.
E:-Nah its fine. My brain wants to fill in the gaps. But also thinking about the fem versions of them. While I can see the same recklessness of a fem Mello, I can see some precautions she takes and more tough around the edges she has to be running a mafia group. 
Ohhh. MELLO AT HOT TOPIC!
K:- Eclipse, I think Mello would tell you true punks make it themselves not shop for it
E:-Very true. He has taste lets be real here
K:-I'm thinking about Honne and tatemae, and how the task force probably tried to take L out for work drinking so they could give honest opinions and show face with drinking as the reason for letting social barriers down to give him honest criticism, and L just said Nah, so they went and complained about L drunk. 
E:-Bwhwhahahha. Okay okay thats hilarious. Eyo flavor shots!!
I want them having fun for a bit since this is such a stressful case. 
K:-Maybe it would be fun, but actually it serves a social purpose l, such as maybe telling your boss that maybe his ideas are not working so well, or to tell people things you don't like about them, as expressing it publicly/at work would be a social faux pass, but expressing it "drunk" has an excuse, and as its a different setting you can all go back to work and put your "face" back on.
Well sort of. The article I read explains it better.
Emotional honesty. Terrible for the liver.
E:-True very true. Sometimes its an imbalance and most would rather have gone home than attend a mandatory drinking session. 
Hey new article popped up. Apparently Japanese citizens are having a lawsuit against Japanese police due to their racial profiling. 
So apparently due to the rise of foreign workers and those with obvious mixed race they do get stopped more and checked 'randomly'.
I still remember the podcast of Trash Tase about how when a officer came over checking their 'noise complaint' Conner and Joey didn't need to be checked too much when they answered the door.
But they mentioned Garnt as a Thai man and instantly the officer voice changed
Very little info but here is an article
Also I forgot until someone reminded me Light swallowed a piece of the death note paper he used. 
Or he played fucking mario kart with Ryuk.
K:- I forgot that too
E:-Light and video games give me a whiplash. Most time I feel like Light cane out of the womb with a sneer and a pocket protector. 
K:-He might have a god complex but he knows how to blend. Video games are blending. Besides, could you see Light having friends over and pulling out a deck of cards or something?
E:-I mean I can see him being decent at poker. Delinquents jk. 
K:-But gambling. From the top honors student *shocked gasp*
E:-Lmao top student my ass. He needs a bit of thrill once in a while. 
I mean surely making bombs doesn't come out of nowhere. 
K:- Who taught him that. I just want to talk. I need to ask. WHY! Why in the world would you teach Light Yagami how to make a bomb!
E:- Me thinking bruh he totally had some bad influence friends. I mean 'classmates"
I doubt his dad would let him see things. 
But Soichiro also seems to be the dad to go over safety things with his kids of what not to mix
You be surprised how many people die by mixing bleach and ammonia (spelled it wrong) together accidentally making homemade mustard gas. Or that tiktok trend of mixing cleaning supplies in a batch. 
And kids are curious. Light is smart enough on what chemicals can make a home made bomb. But I'm more concerned how he figured the trap. Or his lie about a diary.
That makes it even more suspicious Light. Makes me think u did illegal shit.
K:- Youtube wasn't exactly big those days. 
Seeing as how death note takes place in 2003. And youtube was 2005.
E:- Time travel jk. Then again chatrooms were a thing. 
K:- "hey all, how do I best trap my desk to keep people out of it. I need to know for reasons. Lol.
Aside from the Yagamis, Aizawa is probably the closest to Matsuda in the task force. 
Aizawa is kind of Sochiro's successor. In both Job and team dad energy, and I doubt that would change with gender.
In contrast to Sochiro whose family is used to her being away, Aizawa is in more conflict with her spouse then canon, and feels guilty about it. 
She's cooly polite to L, as L drives her absolutely nuts. And has a kind of tranquil furry building up towards her. An increasing air of "I'm done with your bullshit"
E:-Aizawa can be the voice of reason. And its amplified during times when the team needs to be grounded even if she doesn't like what L does. However Aizawa does show sympathy at times to L. 
Aizawa has that scary outburst when she has had enough and those types who are consistent about the details of why she's at this point. A strong duty of justice but also loyalty to Soichiro. 
K:-Do you think she should leave at the same point of when L pulls the money stunt. Or sooner, in part to be at least a better more present mother she feels her child needs her to be, while returning to a more scheduled time at the police force. 
Family means a lot to her, after all.
E:- really? Yes. Yes she would especially seeing she would still be the bread winner. 
Soichiro has just as much to stake one
K:-Yah, at one point Aizawa is having Martial troubles with his wife and comes in with a bruise. 
E:-However Light is with him. Sayu is almost an adult, and his household is a lot more solid as to Aizawa's newborn child and his wife. Where they have a less stable financial status in case he ever died. Or as L had said no longer funded.
Aizawa want to do good and to do justice. Regardless of their gender its something so Aizawa. But duty and family is what makes him head to the door but breakdown leaving his team behind. 
Oooh I forgot about that. Also Aizawa wanted to avenge his friends death too right.
K:- Yes. Though I think we averted or delayed that .
Wait doesn't he have a daughter too? Yumi?
E:-Wait what! Eyo i feel like we don't see much of their family. Did Matsuda have a dog or was I imagining that. I feel like fem Matsuda has a cat or some plants.
K:-I don't know if he would have time for a dog.But maybe he has an old dog he got from his friend. Can see a cat and some plants though. Does the cat get on with cat Misa?
E:-Matsuda does give rescue dog vibes. 
Ah yes the cat named Misa. Have made a cameo. I honestly thought of Matsuda genuinely contemplating getting a mask for her dog......in case Kira can kill dogs
"Why would Kira do that?"
"I dunno feels like they can."
K:- Bringing his cat to the office would mean he got to spend more time with said cat.And the plants would have a better watering schedule there too. 
In a nod to Australian Matsuda (KTPS4tv) i'm naming one of the pets Bikkie, (Biscuit)
E:-Hehehe. Matsuda moves her cat in and some plants in.
"Matsuda please remove your cat off of me."
"Awww thats sweet. She must really like you L."
"And I wanted to use the restroom for the past two hours."
Fem Matsuda gets a cat. She be lonely since she is single and has a very stressful job.
K:- name?
E:- Lets stay with Biscuit that sounds super cute.
K:-Does human Misa make an anti sugar comment?
E:-Lmao.  Probably hahaha
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🔥Azula and makeup
Oooh what an interesting topic! I switched to my laptop for this one I was like "I have too much to say I can't be on my phone" LOL
I have two categories of thought here & I do think there's value in separating those categories
Canon & character design
Let's start with the obvious. Azula is an anime - I'm sorry, it's western media someone will yell at me for saying that - a cartoon villain. It's just part of her trope/design that she's conventionally attractive / has red lipstick/eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man etc. If you've ever seen any piece of media ever, you HAVE to get that. So, to an extent, the conventionally attractive design is just kinda...there for obvious reasons.
However, because Azula is a PRINCESS & we do see how choices like hair & clothing are symbolically important - this doesn't mean it's entirely a waste of time to analyze the importance of makeup for Azula's character.
Azula has to look presentable at all times as part of her political role. We see her with lipstick & makeup even at a very young age in flashbacks (& YES the flashbacks are canon please don't start that discourse on my posts again omg) & that's sad in a way but it makes perfect sense considering her important role in the court.
In fact, the only time (IIRC) that we see Azula without makeup is when Zuko interrupts her at night when she is trying to sleep! Oh, & maybe in the scene where she is visiting the spa (& Zuko interrupts her! - lol damn, Zuzu leave her alone (jk). These are domestic scenes when she is alone / sleeping / getting ready to become more presentable. In general, Azula treats appearance with the utmost importance.
It's highly relevant that Azula's appearance begins to fall apart during her breakdown. Her lipstick is sloppy. She cuts her bangs. Her outward character design reflects her inner turmoil.
Okay that's all I have for now
PART TWO
2. My personal subjective headcanons & thoughts
It's been a while but I remember seeing a post about how Fire Nation military personnel were rare & Azula, Mai, & Ty Lee were going against FN gender roles. IDK the post was a whole meta but I couldn't find it now, so sorry. The point is - Azula is canonically a freaking military general/diplomatic mastermind AS WELL as a proper princess!
I personally love the idea that Azula has a masculine side - not trans per se, but I guess it could be if that's your HC but it's not mine - that enjoys boy clothes, suits, no makeup, etc. She likes to embrace that side of her gender. But, she's never felt comfortable or had the room to do so under Ozai's reign & expectations. I personally headcanon Azula as queer/sapphic whatever & I like the idea that as well as sexuality, once she gets away from Ozai she could start to explore gender a bit!
At the same time, I think that Azula does love her feminine side. In my stories, I tend to focus on her exploring different types of fashion. I feel as if in a modern AU she would have strong opinions on different high-end brands. I just know that she would have a huge collection of amazing dresses.
I feel that Azula going without makeup or with less makeup would be a huge step for her (in any universe) because she is SO used to everyone seeing her all put together. Azula starting to become more relaxed about her appearance would be - in my opinion - a HUGE step for her in healing & beginning to become more comfortable with herself.
ANYWAY
sorry, this literally went beyond "Azula & makeup." I REALLY started to ramble lmao sorry I am just sitting in bed drinking my lil glass of cabernet sauvignon watching How I Met Your Mother & getting way too passionate about Azula & gender -- I'm done rambling for now tho LOL xD
TYSM for asking <3
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aspocko · 1 year
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ten first lines
ten first lines
tagged by MYSELF bc @sassygwaine was afraid of giving me so much power (jk ilu)
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
WIPS included bc i dont put fic out so fast.
1. the faintest trace of what's to come (WIP, still trying to finish)
Had the mainsail of the Royal James not been slashed in the night, Stede wouldn’t have been startled awake by the frantic cry for all hands to find the night watch unconscious but alive and the Revenge barely a smudge on the western horizon.
2. pirates! online (WIP modern MMORPG AU that i dont think i'll finish but the dream is still alive)
The notification pops up in the middle of the screen and is accompanied by a jovial, piratey voice that says “welcome aboard, matey!” and repeats on a loop every ten seconds until Stede figures out that he has to manually close the notification window himself: [BLACKBEARD has added you to his crew.]
3. the meaning of the ritual (WIP Ed character study)
Every morning Ed wakes up and sharpens his knife.
4. ran to the light (WIP, the fourth part in my matrix post-canon therapy/healing series)
To say that he liked computers would be like saying he liked food; computers were universal, and did not need validation from an eighteen year old kid from East Lansing to justify their significance.
5. your heart is a shovel
In the end, or at the start, there is no big showdown, no passion, no grand declaration of love.
6. took it and ran
It is a truth universally acknowledged that if Neo and Trinity are fucking, whatever you needed from them can wait.
7. wanted and took it
Trinity opens the door and lets herself in.
8. woke up and wanted
Funnily enough, Neo does end up in therapy.
9. you go to my head
“You can’t drive home like this,” Yuri says.
10. three dinners
Yuri’s first unannounced appearance at Gym Nowhere set off a flurry of manic activity from everyone unlucky enough to have been present for the event; nobody knew quite what to make of him or what to do do now that he was just… there, and even Joe felt a little giddy to see him in this entirely new context, free of the pretense of competition and corporate meddling.
tagging @rattlerbit @ngk-they-said @whatimages @tickety-boo-af
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on my knees for some kind of intimacy between jk in the western au.. just a pinch of it.. a little kiss even..
i will allow for a pinch of intimacy, just for you. i’ll even add a kiss
Kyle hears more than he sees Jason stirring by his side. They’ve been riding at a merciless pace for the past week, bolting down dirt paths like the devil’s on their tail, a pace equally hard on the horses and riders. He should be dead out of this world for at least the next hour until his watch, as they’ve had to do since they began this crazed race. That fact alone is enough to make Kyle look down on his cot.
Instead of a solid sleeping figure, he finds Jason shaking in his blanket. There’s a tremor in his hands, sweat plasters his hair to his forehead and Kyle makes out a pinched, pained expression on his face. He would leave it alone if it weren’t for the grunt grating at the back of his throat. Jason never makes a sound when he sleeps, not even a snore. It’s quite uncanny and freaked Kyle out more than once when he had to move around their camp in the early days.
He’s about to say something when a sharp inhale rings out and Jason jerks awake, one hand shooting in front of him as his head lifts off his covers in a frenzy. Kyle’s startled by the suddenness of it, watching his figure go from almost completely still to a taught line of tension in seconds. His shoulders are shaking as he looks around with wild eyes, breath coming out in short, panicked bursts.
It takes him longer than he’d usually need to spot Kyle who is sitting barely two feet away from him, whatever dream he’s been having wasn’t one of the nice kind. There’s a brief moment where Kyle can read relief in his eyes upon finding him before shame and then anger flood his face, and finally a carefully prepared blankness settles in. He takes a deep, shaky breath in with his head hung low before he attempts to speak.
“Kyle,” he rasps, too loud in the night.
“Yeah, I’m here,” he answers, not sure where to go from there. Jason rarely seeks him out, and especially not when they’re not in an active shootout. He watches as he falls on his back and stares at the sky, hands still trembling where they’re laying over his chest. “Didn’t take you for a dreamer." He says mildly, asks for more and they both know it.
“Yeah, I’m not.” Jason pauses, runs a hand over his sweaty hair to push it off his face. Pinches the bridge of his nose for a second before letting his hand fall back down. “Jus’ happens sometimes.” Which is more of an answer than Kyle ever expected out of him. Jason’s gaze still looking around for something that is not there, going past Kyle’s shoulder into the forest and back to his horse, his saddle and shotgun.
“You alright?” Kyle prods further, Jason’s never this honest with him usually and he’s not one to turn down an opportunity like this one. There’s a nod, a bob in his throat as Jason swallows followed by a second nod.
“I’m good. ‘S nothing.” He mumbles, then louder. “Like I said, it just happens.” He hears the shame lacing those words, and Kyle feels for him. Never a good time to have a witness by your side when you wake up from a nightmare. He almost punched Guy once when a particularly vicious one left him shaken for hours. Always the same one.
Kyle turns his head away, attempting to give Jason some kind of privacy for him to get his bearings, as strange as that sounds to his own ears, and he goes back to watching the forest around them. They should still be in the clear, but as they’re nearing their target it is better to be safe than sorry.  Kyle learned early on that you do not trade safety for convenience.
He knows Jason is still awake, he would even if he wasn't turning around in his covers every two minutes. He’s learned to spot the difference in his breath when he’s awake and asleep early on, as he’s sure Jason did for him. It is no longer hurried but nowhere near relaxed enough to be asleep either.
“It’s not your watch yet.” Kyle finds himself saying quietly, words slipping out of his mouth before he can think better of it. Jason’s head rolls to the side, towards him. “Go back to sleep, it’s alright. I’ll wake you up when it’s time.” His eyes are fierce when Kyle looks down at him, even when basked in only the fire’s glow.
The night always makes men braver than they are. Maybe it’s the dark, maybe it’s the quiet, or the knowledge that whatever happens under the stars won’t follow them when morning comes. It’s no exception for Kyle, who doesn’t stop his hand when it reaches out to land on Jason’s face, gently cupping his cheek, fingers splayed over his ear and teasing the dark strands that curl right above it.
Everything stills. Kyle’s heart beat faster than ever in his chest, his blood like thunder in the unnervingly quiet forest. Jason’s eyes meet his and he can’t quite read them, not when his body’s blocking the light and their necks are twisted to hold the gaze. But he doesn't move away from his touch, doesn’t say anything and so Kyle’s bravado takes over.
He swipes his thumb over the scar that runs from the corner of his mouth to his temple, as he’s been wanting to do for weeks now, free to act on his want now that they’re lost in the depth of wilderness, the only souls miles around. Safe. It’s jagged, rough to the touch, like a wound that was treated on the road and in hurry. Unnaturally pale skin glide under the pad of his thumb and Jason’s gasp is unmistakable in the cool night.
“I’m watching over.” He murmurs, a reassurance, a promise. A fact. The ‘you’ left unsaid but not unheard. Jason keeps the eye contact as he tilts his head slightly to the side, just enough to press his lips to the palm of his hand, right where the thumb meets the wrist. He lingers there as Kyle thumbs the arc of his cheek and it feels like a brand on his skin. Heat and electricity coursing through his arm from a single point of contact. His fingers curl reflexively around his ear, itching to get even closer and it’s his turn to gasp, a small breath punched out of his lungs.
He cannot look away from the sight, he commits its every detail to his memory so that he can lay it on paper one day. Remember everything, the shadow of the fire dancing around them, the naked trust in Jason’s eyes and the way his lips curl against the skin of his palm. This feels intimate, vulnerable in a way Kyle hasn’t been in years and it makes something uncomfortable weight in his guts, both foreign and familiar in nature.
Jason doesn’t pull back from his touch, not really. He simply puts his head down on his cover, allowing Kyle to keep his fingers over his cheek but breaking the kiss, too soon, too fast. His palm burns with the memory of it. Jason holds his gaze for a moment, something equally as scared and content as what Kyle feels fleeting over his face before he closes his eyes. As if this were the simplest thing in the world.
Kyle watches, fascinated, as his breathing slows down and he sinks back to sleep. He drags his hand to his forehead, and still riding this wave of brazen courage burning in him, he cards his fingers through the white spotting the strands, pulls it away from his face carefully, another act he dreamed of for weeks. There’s no reaction, but he feels a breath stutter under him and warmth spread through his chest. He repeats the motion a second time, pushing a strand of hair out of his eye because he can, because Jason’s not stopping him, before pulling away, his gaze lingering behind.
He does not stop himself from putting his lips on the skin of his palm, chasing a thrill and a thought he won’t allow to settle in his heart. A maybe, a what-if that hangs heavy between them, has been for a while now.
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bonesintheoceanplay · 11 months
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CABIN BOY ON THE ARGO WANTED
Sail with the best of the best on the fastest ship on the western seas! Only the biggest and bestest get to sail with the Angel of Death - so if you are the biggest man in port, get on board now!
If you'd like to play Tommy in a fanmade stage production of Bones In The Ocean, consider yourself hired! (jk, this is non profit and noone's getting paid). No need to worry about experience, the only requirements are that you need to be at least 15 years old and living in the uk =]
If you haven't read Bones In The Ocean, it's an amazing emerald duo centric pirate au fic about breaking curses and forging unexpected friendships ( here's the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/32342644/chapters/80177284 )
If you'd like to join or have any questions at all don't hesitate to ask. I'd love to hear from you!
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orchidyoonkook · 1 year
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To What We Were Before, And All The Things After | JJK | Ch. 2
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Title: Unknown Numbers and Sharp Tongues
Pairing: Prince!College Student!JK x Fine Arts Major!(F)!Reader
Series Rating//Genre: (M) | College AU, Mild Royalty AU, Smut, Angst, Fluff, S2F2L, Indiffernce to lovers, sloooowwww ass burn
Summary: You get a text from an unknown number and it flips your day upside down.
Warnings: PG13, mild swearing, arguments
Word Count: 3065
Release Date: February 2, 2023, 1:40PM
A/N 1: She’s shorter but just as important
Series: Chapter One
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It’s 12:07pm the Wednesday after the assembly. You're sitting on your bed sketching when a text vibration sounds from somewhere within the blankets crumpled beneath you. 
A pencil lead stained hand carefully snakes its way through the sheets to find your phone, and after locating it by your feet, you see a message from an unknown number waiting to be read.
Unknown Sender [12:07pm]: Hey, is this YN?
You raise a brow at the semi-suspicious text.
Normally when this happens, you just delete the message. You have everyone you're willing to speak with in your contacts already, so you know that it’s most likely spam. But the difference with this one?
They know your name. 
That being said, your guy friends back home have been known to, on occasion, pull shit because they know you can’t do anything about it. 
Though, that has never once stopped you from waiting to see them again in person and retaliating. Patience is a virtue and all that, but you think they’d of learned by now…
So you fire back, just in case.
You [12:08pm]: Hobi I s2g if this is you again I’m sending Nayeon that picture of you from 9th grade with shutter shades on and your ass stuck in a tuba 
Unknown Sender [12:08pm]: Oh wow, uhm…no, its not Unknown Sender [12:09pm]: But remind me never to get on your bad side.  Unknown Sender [12:10pm]: It’s Jungkook actually... I may have grabbed your number from Yuri’s phone. I hope it’s okay I messaged you 
Jungkook?
As in The Prince of the Western Shores, Jungkook?
Well...
This certainly isn’t how you thought your afternoon was going to go. 
You figured you'd never hear from him again after Monday’s assembly, like everyone else he’d greeted—Yuri aside apparently. Yet here you were, on your bed, in your university dorm room, having a midday text conversation with Prince Jeon Jungkook of all people.
You laugh to yourself and quickly change his name in your contacts, keeping it subtle. You don’t want someone to see his name pop on your screen and then suddenly have a legion of people harassing you about how you got the prince's number, and if they could get it from you. 
You [12:11pm]: yeah, it’s fine
And why wouldn't it be? You don’t dislike him, though he seemed to have thought so. Sure, you don’t particularly like the guy yet, but you're confident he feels the same about you—if he even thinks of you, that is.  
He probably just wants recommendations for things to do this weekend or to know where the cleanest washrooms on campus are. God forbid his royal bottom touch a less than sanitary toilet seat.
PJK [12:13pm]: Im afraid she had to explain to me who ‘blueballzbitch’ was when I accidentally saw your text to her the other day. Apparently my reaction after reading it was very funny
You [12:13pm]: I cant believe she still hasnt changed my name in her phone! That bitch!! she promised :( You [12:14pm]: Thats only my name because i told her she couldnt bring guys back to our dorm after 1 AM anymore! 
PJK [12:14pm]: can I ask why?
You [12:15pm]: there may have been an incident of a very drunk half naked man climbing into my bed at 4 am instead of hers….  You [12:15pm]: And needless to say, not the nicest way to wake up
PJK [12:16pm]: no I would think not. Though that explains her reaction a bit better
You didn’t even want to know. 
She did kick that guy out the second she heard your scream though, drunk as she was. But it didn’t stop her from moping for a week at your new rule.
Tough, you’d had a test the next day, so your decision was final. 
Your academics wouldn’t pay the price for someone else’s actions. On that you were and always have been, firm. You’ve even lost a few friends because of it.
But now your starting to wonder why he wanted to message you in the first place.
You [12:17pm]: i dont mean to be rude, but why did you save my number? To be honest i didnt think I’d hear from you again after monday
PJK [12:18pm]: well if we’re being honest…
There are a million different ways he could follow that sentence, and your mind is simultaneously running through all of them.
It takes him a few minutes, and a couple disappearance and reappearances of the texting in progress bubble, before a reply comes. Your pencil may or may not be a bit chewed on the end as a result.
PJK [12:21pm]: I was hoping that we could be friends, or acquaintances at least. I dont mean to come on too strong, its just that…. well you’re the only one whos really treated me like a regular guy, and i’d like to have at least one person to speak to who wont ‘glaze over the truth with pretty white lies’ just because of who I am. Its a surprisingly hard attribute to come by in people when you have words like “prince” and “your highness” attached to your name PJK [12:22pm]: Everyone either wants something from me or something I can do for them, and when we met? I could see you just…didn’t. It’s like you didnt even care I was there and that was incredibly refreshing for me PJK [12:23pm]: so um, yeah… that’s why
Oh… 
Oh. 
You were expecting anything else. Like literally anything else. He could’ve messaged you saying he wanted to give up being prince to join a traveling circus and was wondering if you knew the quickest train route into town and you would’ve been less surprised than you are right now.
But…Friends? He just wanted to be friends?
You guess you played your part a little too well on Monday. A part you didn't even realize you were performing. 
Was it really so difficult for people to treat him normally that the only person who had done so in three days, was you? And it was so noticeable that he sought you out because of it? His professors, at least, would have treated him like any other student…right?
You sit up, sketch long discarded on your bedside table. 
What would Yuri think about this? What would Nel think? Jungkook isn't just some guy from your Advanced Colour Theory class, he's the prince of your kingdom. 
You know your boyfriend wouldn't care if Jungkook kissed your hand in a passing greeting, that’s the standard greeting for every woman. 
But friends? 
Regular contact? 
Potentially being seen in public with him? 
Even a high ranking societal man would feel threatened, let alone Nel; the highschool boy you fell in love with from your tiny hometown.
Biting your lip, you think. 
You’re not an idiot. You know if people see you—a girl—hanging out with Jungkook—the prince, but more importantly, a boy—publicly, they will start talking. You know how the media make grand stories from two anonymously sourced, out of context quotes and a grainy picture from 100 feet away. 
What you don’t know is if you would or even could handle the public speculation that came with that. 
You don't want the media to come between you and your education. You don’t want to be at the center of attention. You worked way too hard to get where you are to have it washed away with a shitty ‘Prince Jungkook's college fling’ article that holds headlines for less than a week before the news cycle changes. 
Your credibility would be gone in an instant. And you’d only ever be remembered as ‘that girl the prince probably slept with in college.’
You should say no.
You’re going to say no.
—Wait.
Are you even allowed to say no?
Your phone pings again.
PJK [12:24pm]: i really just want my university experience to be as normal as possible before having to trade it all in for a crown and kingdom. It’s my last shot to experience life as a person before becoming a symbol and im hoping youll be kind enough to help me with that  PJK [12:24pm]: but i understand if you dont want to. Like i said in my speech, im not unaware of the repercussions of my celebrity, and its effects on others, both positive and negative. So please by all means, whatever answer you give, i’ll understand
Shit.
Shit!
Now you’ll feel like an ass if you say no, and you know that wasn’t his intention with the message, but you can't help it. He just wants to be as ordinary as he can be for a while. That isn’t a lot to ask—of anybody. 
After re-reading his messages about a dozen more times, you find your entire view of Jungkook shifting in an instant. 
Maybe he was the spoiled, rich, and plate delivered opportunities prince you expected him to be, but funnily enough, somewhere along the way it was you who forgot that he was an regular person. Just like you had told Yuri such a short time ago, and just like you now had to remind yourself. 
Jungkook’s really not much different than someone without all the special features his title brings him.
And with that in mind, you know your reply.
You [12:30pm]: can i think about it?
And not seconds later.
PJK [12:30pm]: absolutely.
A breath you didn’t know you were holding releases.
PJK [12:31pm]: that’s already further than i thought i’d get—if we’re still being honest. 
You [12:33pm]: im always honest, you dont have to worry about that. And same goes for you, dont worry about being truthful with me. Lies only create problems, and i dont have the time for them
PJK [12:35]: glad to hear it. I look forward to your answer, whenever and whatever you decide
Gently tossing your phone back onto your bed, you leave the conversation at that. You know you wouldn’t be able to make your mind up without going through all possible outcomes in your head first. And Yuri is usually a good enough listener to pipe in with decent advice now and then. 
So, for now, you pick up your pencil and sketch pad, and wait for Yuri to return from her afternoon class. 
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A few hours later, and a decent way through your third life study, Yuri bursts through the front entryway. Your bedroom door’s open, and you’ve got a clear view of her shucking off her shoes and outer layers after casting her books onto the dining room table. 
So much for your focus. 
But you're glad she’s back, your conversation with Jungkook from earlier is still wracking your brain.
“YN, Sweets! You are NEVER going to believe the day I’ve had!” Yuri makes her way over to your bed, inhaling deeply enough you know a monologue is about to follow.
“Me too! But you first,” you slip in before the floodgates burst, knowing all her focus will be solely centered on you the second you mention Jungkook reaching out. 
“Jungkook invited me to lunch!” 
Or maybe not.
“Well sort of, that’s why I’m late getting back. He asked if there was a more secluded place to eat on campus,” she says the word like it’s a secret. Like she thinks he asked for seclusion to have it be a more intimate setting with her, versus a more private space for him. 
“So I showed him that little cafe behind the greenhouse that no one ever goes to cuz it’s too far away from central campus—you know the one that might as well just be a part of the greenhouse cuz of how close it is?” 
You nod. You were very familiar with that cafe, frequently going there to paint the flowers in the windows, and also, to think. But she doesn’t know that. It was sort of a safe haven for you, because like she said, it wasn’t a very popular place on campus, so it was quiet. 
You didn’t know Yuri even knew about it. 
Now sitting criss-crossed on the end of your bed, she continues, “Yeah, so I brought him there and we both got coffee, then I got a croissant and he got a sandwich. But YN, get this: we take. our coffee. the. same. way. Try and tell me we’re not made for one another now! Same major, same coffee, next thing you know we’ll be finding out we’d picked out the same baby names.” 
She stops to take a breath and you take your cue. “Woah there, Yurls, slow down a bit on that last one,” she makes a face at you. You ignore it. “But I think it’s great you're making a new friend that you have common interests with and are excited about,” you say, putting extra emphasis on ‘friend,’ thinking back to your conversation with Jungkook about people only ever wanting things he could give them. Surely you could subtly help your friend this way. “Just try to remember you have to be friends first before anything else happens.”
She doesn’t miss a beat. “Friends? YN please! We’re practically already dating, that’s three times in as many days he’s asked to hang out,” she closes her eyes, hugging herself. “I can almost hear the wedding bells.”
You look at her plainly and try your best not to sigh. 
She must know that this is just Jungkook taking her up on her offer, right? The one she made after seeing him off to the cafe by the biz-admin building the other day?
Before they parted ways, Yuri’d mentioned to him that if he wanted more inside knowledge or help getting around the campus he could ask her. And it made sense, having all their classes in the same area, when he said, ‘I’ll take you up on that.’
You know, because not unlike this conversation, she’d rushed home right after to tell you. 
Jungkook’s just trying to get his bearings in what is clearly still a very new experience for him and Yuri’s reading into it all wrong. 
You look at your friend who’s staring dreamily at nothing, more than likely caught up in whatever wedding scenarios of herself and Jungkook her brain is creating. 
Waving a fruitless hand in front of her face before snapping your fingers, you break her trance. “Helloooo? Earth to Yuri, come back down here please so I can talk some sense into youuuuu.” 
“I’m here,” she says, smacking your hand away playfully, gaze snapping to your less than amused one. Her smile falters at the sight. “What’s that look for?”
“Oh nothing, just that you sound like a delusional teenager instead of a functional adult at university pursuing a degree. You just met the guy three days ago and you’re already picturing your wedding together? Because you hung out over coffee twice and showed him where his classes are? He’s still a stranger, Yuri. Can’t you hear yourself?”
Her expression quickly changes to one of offense, and maybe even hurt. 
Perhaps you’d been a little too honest, but it’s not like this was new for you two. Sometimes she needed a swift blow to knock her down and she knows this, she knows you’d never intend to hurt her feelings. You always wanted what was best for her, and you know she feels the exact same way for you. 
So you’re shocked when she says, “You know you don’t have to be such a bitch about it if you’re going to be jealous,” crossing her arms defensively.
Jealous? You are anything but jealous, and you wonder why that’s where her mind jumps to first, brows scrunching in confusion.
“I’m not jealous. Have you forgotten about Nel? Boyfriend of five years, highschool sweetheart, ringing a bell?”
“Nel’s not a prince YN,” she counters in a tone so even, it’s unsettling. “And it wouldn’t be so unheard of for a woman in a relationship to be jealous of her friend who’s in one with a prince she wants for herself.” 
Oh, so that’s where she wants to go with this. She thinks that Jungkook will somehow make you forget about the five wonderful years with Nel. Like half a decade measures up to nothing if it means getting someone with a better name and a bigger paycheck. 
Fine.
If she wants to get bitchy about it, so will you. 
“Yeah, well it’s a good thing you’re not dating one then, isn’t it? Don’t get so defensive when all I’m doing is trying to help you see that.”
Yuri stands dramatically from the bed, clearly pissed, and storms out of your room, grabbing her things from the dining room table.
“I’m going to my macroeconomics class. By the time I get back, either have your door closed, or don’t be here.”
She leaves as rushed as she came, and you try not to flinch at the front door slamming shut, but do anyway. 
You shove your work off to the side, bringing your knees up to rest your elbows on while the palms of your hands cover your eyes, giving yourself a moment to breathe and process. 
This isn’t the first time this has happened and it certainly won't be the last. It was a downside between your personalities. You were the anchor who kept her from soaring too high in the clouds, just like she was the helium that kept you from drowning. 
But sometimes she wanted to see the stars, and sometimes you were scared of the surface. 
Releasing a deep breath, you decide to head out, having finished school for the day anyway. You only had morning classes on Wednesdays—an intentional scheduling on your behalf to have somewhat of a break midweek. You work hard but also know that burnout can kill.
Switching out your pencils for watercolour paint trays, and your sketchpad for your watercolour paper, you decide that the greenhouse sounded great right about now, especially now that you knew Yuri wouldn’t be there. 
There isn’t a better place for you to go and blow off some steam. 
Tossing your brushes, materials, travel water and wallet in a tote, you slide on your shoes and leave the dorm. The door closes much quieter this time. 
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Chapter Three: Greenhouse Muses and Surprise Guests
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A/N 2: I’m pretty sure this is the shortest chapter in the series (so far) but as you’ve read it’s an important step so I hope that’s okay!
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au. wizarding world ( fuck jk )
name: rha.enyra ta.rgaryen school: ilver.morny house:  wampus patronus: dragon wand: black walnut, phoenix core, 12 3/4 in
the targ.aryens can trace their linage back a thousand years, an old, respected family, formerly considered to be a ‘pureblooded’ family. before it’s ban, they were known for their bond with dragons, their ability to breed them, raise them, bond with them. both respected and feared they were the last to bend to the ruling of the warlocks’ convention of 1709. even then, they only pretended to adhere to the law. instead they continued in secret, hidden away in the forests of eastern europe. as the century turned to the next they abandoned their ancestral home and looked to the new world, eventually settling in the western un.ited st.ates. here they were able to buy vast stretches of land in the new territories, creating a world of their own and continuing to breed and raise dragons, selling them or their eggs to those wealthy enough to buy them.
this is the world rhae was born into. their ranch has run for more than a century and a half now, to those who might pass it looks much the same as any other ranch. cattle, horses, endless pastures dotted by ranch hands and the occasional vehicle. and while some of it is true, most of it is an illusion. hidden in valleys and within dense forests dragons still roam, kept within the barriers by magic. from the time she was old enough to understand rhae has helped her father run the ranch, from administrative tasks to hatching eggs ( her first being a yellow gold dragon named sy.rax, an animal she still holds a bond with into adulthood ) she has had a hand in all of it.
when the time came she attended ilve.rmorny during the school year, finding a love for studying magical creatures ( and an interest in dark arts which her father tried to discourage ) which eventually turned to a specialization in dragonology. after ilver.morny she spent several years studying at different dragon reserves around the world, those in her own country, romania, and even parts of asia, gaining both knowledge and ( secretly-- or perhaps obviously, though given how much money her family donates yearly no one would dare say a word ) eggs to send back home to diversify the breeding population. while she now spends most of her time on the ranch she still travels, either delivering specimens herself or visiting preserves to offer her professional skills.
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alwaysbethewest · 2 years
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🐉🍆🍆 jk unless...
how about Historical AU?
ahaha okay TRUTHFULLY? I would probably take a stab at the monsterfucking over a historical AU because when I read "historical" all I can think is, I feel like that would require... research 🤔 And I usually don't put any actual work into my writing if I can avoid it 🙃
eta: I forgot the second half of the question, about which character. I just remembered the historical AU idea I have literally talked to YOU about before (lol) that involves EZRA and a widowed reader in some vague undefined western frontier. For monsterfucking... idk, let's make Dave York a monster 😈 lol or a very gentle dragon version of Marcus Pike. Slightly heartbroken by the last princess who left him high and dry!!!!
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