#lil credit would be nice ya know

[yumethefrostypanda]

Just when im about to go to sleep...

Thank you for letting me know <3

[cheqorb]

your mer-love fic was so good and ugh i LOVE mermaid au’s (esp with blue lock but theres BARELY any)!!

anyways u should do a pt 2 of your mer-love drabble/fic with rin, sae, kaiser and ness!! i’d love to read it if you do

MER-LOVE, 1.3

mermaid au! bllk boys with a researcher! reader

featuring. rin, sae, kaiser, ness

notes. thank-you for requesting anon! this might be absolute dogwater but hope you enjoy this…a few months after you even asked this (sorryyyy).

mer-love masterlist here !

any interactions with RIN are short and definitely not sweet. if he isn’t being harassed by any other mers that are interested in him, he normally stays around you because you “don’t bother him as much as the others do”. quoted by rin himself; which is considerably high praise coming from the rather aloof merman.

you probably first meet him simply because he got dragged by bachira or the like, but he’s not much of a conversation starter since he just sorta glared at you the whole time. it doesn’t get much better from that point onwards either, you’d think rin believed the world was against him by the way perfectly normal, well-meaning compliments are thrown to the side as if you’re insulting him.

with time though, he’ll start growing more fond of you! how can you tell? unless you’re freakishly talented at guessing people’s real emotions, who knows.

he (kinda) gets cuter in a way? maybe it’s just you being optimistic but you could’ve sworn that he has this look of pride whenever you choose to spend time with him over the other mers. like, of course you don’t want to hang out with weaklings like them or something along those lines. it takes a while but he’s noticeably softer with you than he is with his friends — he actually calls them lukewarm, but that’s just rin for ‘friends’ you think.

“Rin, ya there?”

He stares at you with mild disbelief, which almost makes you burst into a fit of laughter. “Since i’m very clearly here next to you, I think the answer’s quite obvious.”

You nod, grinning. “Thought you’d say that but anyways,” you say whilst reaching into a bag, “I wanted to give you a present! Take it as a token of my gratitude for you chatting with me.”

He eyes the object you give him coldly, but takes it anyway with a ghost of a smile on his face. How adorable.

SAE is someone very hard to come by, and even harder to start conversation with that don’t end in him just swimming away from you. if you thought talking to rin was like talking to a brick wall, just wait till you meet this guy.

he’s seemingly apathetic to anything and everything, incredibly blunt, and overall not a very nice guy. at least his lil brother doesn’t outright ignore you (he does call you an NPC and half baked though)! speaking of which, if you meet rin first you can definitely see the resemblance between the two. appearance is a main one, you would know those under-lashes from anywhere and now you definitely know where he gets the attitude from.

any signs of him ‘warming up’ to you are basically non existent. he’s as straightforward as ever and isn’t keen on the idea of suddenly being all over you like humans normally seem to do with the people they like.

to give credit where credit is due, he tries? even though he’s still a bit brutal with his delivery, you think he tries to avoid being so aggressive with his tone. he’s not exactly sugarcoating things, but simply not saying what’s on his mind as much as he used to. that whole spiel about if you’ve got nothing nice to say, don’t say anything, right? and besides, just him tolerating your presence should be enough for you to understand he’s trying to be nice (it really isn’t).

Sae has a talent for ruining any positive conversations with his honesty, the aftermath typically being him leaving the person or awkward silence ensues. To give credit where credit is due however, you also think he’s got a talent for somehow making people feel better.

He doesn’t sugarcoat things and while it can be harsh, it also means that compliments from him are genuine.

He listens to you rambling on about some annoying incidents at work, making the effort to nod every once in a while to remind you that he’s paying attention. “Sounds like something you can deal with yourself. There’s no reason to worry yourself about it, that’s a waste of your time.”

amidst a certain merman’s grumbling of someone called ‘KAISER’, you gain snippets of info that paint a less-than-flattering picture of the merman. he sounds like a major jerk. yet, despite his (isagi’s) colourful descriptions shall we say, you can't help but wonder if this kaiser fellow’s supposed villainy is just an exaggeration. but then again, to evoke such hatred from the usually amiable merman, he must be quite the character.

your first encounter with him is unremarkable, only seeing him as another mermaid who decided to show their face and you as some random human.

his curiosity is piqued however when he notices how fond the other merfolk are of you, and in typical kaiser fashion he’s determined to outshine everyone else. from your perspective, he’s just a weird dude. it’s as if he expects you to be grateful for his attention, even though it’s clear that he’s the one vying for your approval.

it’d be somewhat cute if it were anybody else, you think..? on him, it’s aggravating.

and yet, the more you pull away, the more determined he seems to become to disrupt any semblance of peace you have. he appears so often that you’ve grown to actually tolerate his presence and it even amuses you sometimes if the day is particularly boring. kaiser finds you just…okay (liar). he means- you’re nothing special so don’t get ahead of yourself but like, if YOU wanted to, he wouldn’t mind being with you until nightfall.

also don’t mention the sheer disgust and almost betrayal on his face whenever he sees one of your total losers of a colleague on watch duty instead of you. even worse if they’re partnered with you.

Judging by the very obvious glare Kaiser has on his face, you would say that he’s not too pleased with the sight of you and (coworker) together. Still, he could at least try be more discreet about it. You sigh as your companion only spares you a sympathetic look.

What’s annoying is that Kaiser occasionally glances in your direction — of course, whilst still glaring daggers at (coworker). Like he wants you to do something about them tagging along.

Having enough of it, you say, “Kaiser, you’re embarrassing me over here and yourself.” He pauses for a moment before simply turning around, probably sulking over the fact that you do indeed have relationships with other people that don’t involve him. That, or he’s embarrassed he got called out.

you’ll naturally come across NESS if you’ve already met kaiser and at first, you simply took him for the more timid type which could be the reason why he follows the former around like a lost puppy. wrong. not in the slightest.

well that’s a little harsh, but you mean that while he definitely has a bashful quality to him, he also seems to flip completely if you dare make a comment about kaiser. it’s a little scary. in spite of his dedication shall we call it, he’s actually one of the easiest mers to get along with. talk to him normally, avoid the topic of kaiser too often, spare some affection for him and he’s all over you soon enough!

just being generally nice around him is something he’ll appreciate it even if he doesn’t say it outright. poor thing is a little unfamiliar with people showing him basic human (or in this case merfolk) decency. makes you want to pat him on the head and spoil him a bit/squish him until he breaks — depending on what type of person you are, i guess.

when he gets more comfortable with you, ness is also clingy. like, really clingy. practically chasing after the other mers if they dare come within 10ft of you kind of clingy. it’s one of those rare moments where you appreciate the fact that kaiser is there since ness is still able to be reasoned if he’s there with him. sounds a little toxic at first but just set him straight and be patient with him. the end result is (hopefully) a slightly more relaxed version of him.

“…You alright, Ness?” you ask hesitantly. The merman in question is suspiciously quiet, especially after he just got into a mini spat with someone else.

Now, he looks up at you as if you’re a saint which weirds you out even more. He nods his head, before asking, “Are you worried about me?”

You’d think it was intended to be a snide comment, if it weren’t for the fact that you were dealing with Ness here. Besides, he says it so sincerely that you’d feel bad for poking fun at him. Maybe later though. “Of course.”

It seems to light up his whole world.

[blackcatwriter]

in the blink of a crinkling eye (Arthur Morgan x f!reader)

a/n: Here's a short lil blurb because I'm in my Arthur Morgan phase rn and still figuring out pt 2 of my other fic. Honestly, I tried my best to be historically accurate regarding the camera so if it's not that accurate I'm sorry 😭 ♥︎ thank you to my pookie for beta reading this one too! ♥︎ enjoy!

warnings: angst if you squint?, no use of Y/N, no physical descriptions of reader (correct me if I'm wrong), use of nicknames, pretty much fluff

wc: 900

summary: You manage to get Arthur to come with you for a photograph of the two of you.

credit to @plum98 for the divider!

You had been begging Arthur the last few weeks to get your photograph taken together. He always managed to dodge your request, claiming “Sorry sweets, Sean and I are robbing some homestead”, or “Dutch has been on my ass ‘bout bringing in more money”, much to your disappointment. 

However, today was different. You somehow steered him out of camp with the excuse of “needing his gun expertise”, although he doubted Ms. Grimshaw had put you up to such a task. 

Once you conned him into taking you to town, you led him away from the gunsmith to a building that looked like it had nothing to do with what you were supposed to be doing. You had successfully fooled the cowboy into your schemes and walked through the door before he could say anything. Feeling obligated to follow after you, he did so. You had already begun introducing yourself to the photographer by the time he caught up. 

“Darlin’, why the hell are you so goddamn insistent on gettin’ this done?” He grunted lowly as the photographer readied his camera.  

“You get to draw me whenever you want in that journal of yours. I ain’t even got a quarter of your talent to draw you and I... I want to be able to look at you when you’re away on them missions of yours.” You sheepishly admitted, feeling yourself flush under his intense gaze. 

Coming to understand your reasoning, he realized you were right, when you first caught him drawing you, you had been self-conscious but grew to appreciate it. He would always be observant to capture all the little details about you. Whenever he was away doing whatever the hell it was that Uncle or Micah managed to drag him into, he’d open his journal and look back at the portraits he made of you.  

He’d look fondly at the time he drew you by campfire. You had been singing along to the tune of Javier’s guitar with the rest of the gang. There was another drawing of you when you had been learning how to read. Most of the time you hardly noticed when you were the subject of his art, but when you did there was a twinkle of delight in your eyes Arthur would make sure to capture. 

Now here you had been wanting the same—a memento of him to keep you sane whenever he was gone and you’d have no idea if he had been killed or captured. Taking this in, Arthur felt an immense guilt weighing on his shoulders. Arthur Morgan had been a complete asshole to you. 

“M’sorry sweetheart, I didn’t know it meant that much to ya’. Should’ve taken ya’ the first time ya’ asked.” He looked down to your feet apologetically, too embarrassed to meet your eyes.  

Shaking your head with a smile, you took his hand in yours and squeezed. “S’alright. We’re here now.” You pecked his cheek and walked over to where the photographer had stationed his camera. 

Arthur stood frozen in his place. You’d always been understanding to him—far more than he deserved at times. He’d always wondered when you’d finally come to your senses and leave him in the dust. 

He watched you stand in front of the camera and gesture for him to come with you. You were busy brushing the stray strands of hair that were in your face and fixed the collar of your blouse to sit nicely. 

In his eyes, you were perfect as in. Your hair had been tousled around by the wind from riding horseback and your blouse had stains from playing in the mud with Jack back at camp. You certainly didn’t look “picturesque” as society would deem it, you were dressed much too informally but Arthur adored how you looked. You looked like the truest version of yourself, the you that he had grown to love since you first joined the gang. 

He’d only dreaded the day that you saw the ugly bastard in him that he saw whenever he looked in a mirror. There was nothing special about him nor was he the most handsome fella around. Sure, he was useful when it came to intimidating people into paying off their debts to the gang, but who was looking to love a bully?  

“Come on, Arthur. We’re waiting on you.” You smiled at him.  

Little did he know you had already seen him for what he is. He was a good man at heart who did bad things to protect the people he loved. He had a long past of doing bad things, but so did you and you accepted him—all of him. Shaking off his nerves, Arthur made his way to your side and offered his arm. 

You happily accepted, beaming up at him with that one-of-a-kind smile of yours. He mirrored the love that shone in your eyes, not wanting to look away from you even as the man counted down. 

“Ah, I see you lovebirds were not paying attention. Let us try one more time!” The man placed your photograph to the side and counted down once more. 

This time both of you looked at the camera. Unable to fight your contagious energy, he let a small grin slip on his face. After the flash, while you went to happily collect the picture from the cameraman, Arthur took the first photo and folded it inside the breast pocket of his jacket.  

[gaysindistress]

I love u like I’ll get on my knees 😍😍😍😍 CAN U PLEASEEEE PLEASEEEE do TFAWS!Bucky x Latina reader?? maybe more specifically Brazilian?? we need some rep 🥺🥺 HAHA actually though like reader is good friends with Sam and Sam introduces them? Please, and thank u the dead love of my life

AHAHHAAHWH MY FIRST REQUEST!!!! thank you so much love!!

Okay okay so here’s a little Drabble for ya! I feel like this could be a full one shot?? Maybe after my follower celebration that starts on Friday! Also I wrote this on my phone so I apologize if there are any spelling/grammar errors.

Anjo -Portuguese for “angel”

mãe - Portuguese for “mom”

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1.2k (this was only meant to be 500ish words…)

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

“Please tell me that you didn’t text him,” My coworker asks with an edge of dread and disgust in her voice. For the last two hours of our shift, Lilly has been on me about the guy who left me his number yesterday.

It had been a slow day with only regulars really coming in so a decent looking young guy walking in felt like Christmas. Lils was on it and immediately put on her best flirt, fluttering her big eyes and matching lashes at him when he ordered. I wanted to laugh at the scene but that died when he flashed a smile my way and handed me his number. It was quickly followed by some passing comment about how he hates it when girls throw themselves at him. I had half a mind to throw his coffee on him but I knew my boss would have my head. I settled for plastering a fake smile on my face and saying “Vai pro caralho.” Of course the ignorant asshole thought I was being nice and winked at me. It took all of my strength to not shutter in disgust.

“You should know me better than that,” I throw back at her, “from that 2 minute interaction alone, I can already tell that he would talk about himself the entire date before saying something borderline foul like how Latinas girls are his favorite and he can’t stand white girls .”

Lils snorts as she takes a sip of her coffee, nearly choking and sending the hot liquid flying over the freshly cleaned counter. I arch a dark brow at her which makes her laugh even harder.

“What? Am I wrong? You can’t tell me that he wouldn’t have pulled out that high school Spanish to impress me.”

“No, no,” she stutters, wiping the coffee up, “it just caught me off guard is all. Wait, didn’t you say something to him in Spanish before he left? What did you say?”

I narrow my eyes at her, “Vai pro caralho? Babes you should know better.”

She looks at me in horror, “oh my god it was Portuguese, wasn’t it?”

I nod as she profusely apologizes, “I am so sorry, Y/N. Oh my god I’m not better than that asshat. Ugh, what does that mean though?”

The front door opens before I have the chance to speak and the little bells above alerts us to the one regular that never fails to put a smile on my face. Sam had been coming in since before I started working at Brewed Awakenings but after that first interaction, he came pretty much daily. He even got Sarah his sister to start coming in and within a matter of a few weeks, I was invited over for Sunday dinner.

“It means Go fuck yourself,” I tell Lils as I round the counter with a bright smile and wide arms. Sam matches me and wraps me into a tight hug.

“Good morn, Anjo. How are you?” He asks as he squeezes me into this chest.

I pull back and give him my best angry mãe look we I demand to know where he’s been for the last few weeks.

He holds his hands up in defense as he says, “put those eyes away, Anjo. Im sorry okay? I was on official business and I didn’t have time to swing by to let you know but I’m back.”

I don’t let up my expression at first and lecture him some more, “You better be. You were gone for like…”

I pause for dramatic effect to pretend to count the time while walking back around the counter, “6 weeks. I was about to send out a search and rescue team to find you. Ridiculous.”

Sam chuckles while shaking his head at me. He steps to the side to reveal a man that’s been standing behind him and one that I hadn’t noticed before.

A damn attractive man.

Albeit a bit judgmental given the looks he’s throwing at the both of us.

“I wasn’t gone that long,” Sam tries but stops when I shot him another mãe look. He quickly changes the subject, clapping his hand on his companion’s shoulder and introducing him, “well this is Bucky. He’s the reason I was gone so if you’re going to be mad at anyone, be mad at him.”

Bucky.

He looks familiar but I can’t quite figure out why. The massive resting bitch face forced me I stop the search before offering him a bright smile as I repeat his name.

This seems to…irritate him? I honestly can’t tell with the stone wall of moodiness and brooding that lives on his drop dead gorgeous face.

“Well welcome in Bucky, I’m Lilly but everyone calls me Lils and this is y/n,” Lils jumps in with an equally wide smile. His dark eyes flicker between us but hover half a second longer on me. He utters a low “thank you” and looks up to the menu.

Sam rolls his eyes at his short answer but his ever present smile never fades as he orders his usual, a large hot mocha with soy milk. I’ve tried to get him to switch to coconut or even hemp milk but he refuses. He always gives me the whole speech about how “soy is the closest to real milk and if I’m going to drink alternative milk, it has to be close to the real thing.”

“And for you?” I turn my attention to Bucky while Lils starts on Sam’s order. He looks me with slightly wide eyes, a little startled it seems that I’m still talking to and looking at him.

He freezes for a moment, “uh…um a large house coffee.”

“Of course,” Lils jumps in once again and slides a cup across the counter to him. The loud volume of her voice causes him to flinch and Sam instinctively steps in front of him. He takes the cup without another word and fills it while Sam pays and throws a shamelessly flirty smile to Lils. She mocks faintly in a fit of giggles and winks at him.

Sam turns his attention to him and subtlety jerks his chin towards the door, wordlessly asking me if I’ll walk them out. Lils caught it too and rolls her eyes before shooing us out the door.

“She means no harm. She’s just…cheery,” I tell Bucky when the door closes behind us and we step onto the side walk, “I can tell her to tone it back for when you come in next.”

Sam chuckles under his breath and tries to hide a smile behind his cup but fails miserably. Bucky shots him another one of those bored looks and rolls his beautiful eyes at him.

“You don’t have to do that,” he finally says to me and actually makes eye contact with me, “Y/N.”

I offer him another wide smile and stick my hand for him to shake. He glances down at my watch and rings before taking my hand.

“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky. Don’t let Sam fill your head with too many tales and I hope to see you soon.”

The man in question basically squawks in protests as I hug him goodbye and disappear back into the coffee shop.

About an hour after I get home, I get a text from Sam saying something along the lines of “Robo cop liked you and asked for your number.”

Moments later a D.C. number sends me a text and I quickly save it under “Bucky (aka Robo Cop according to Sam)”

That’s when it clicks who he is; Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Solider and the most attractive man I’ve ever met.

[howlingday]

Belladina Castle

Phone: (Rings)

Blake: (Grabs it) Belladina residence!

Jaune: ...

Penny: ...

Blake: ...I see. Thank you. (Hangs up)

POP!

Belladinas: WE DID IT~!

Jaune: This is so great! I'm proud of you, Penny!

Blake: Hold on. This was all of us working together. You deserve credit, too.

Sun: Hey, hey, hey! I heard lil' Penny got in!

Blake: Word spreads fast on the balcony, doesn't it?

Sun: Eh. I was in the neighborhood. Besides, I already know everything. (Climbs inside) And you must be Mr. Belladina! Nice to finally meetcha! I'm Blake's buddy, Sun!

Jaune: Oh! Nice to meet you, too, uh, Sun.

Penny: Mr. Banana!

Sun: C'mon! Let's party! I already ordered food and booze!

Blake: (Thinking) This guy...

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Sun: An it's all thanks tuh me, swipin those test anzerrs!

Blake: (Whispering) They can hear you, you idiot!

Penny: (Picking at her food)

Jaune: (Drunk) Huh? Whattaya mean?

Sun: You're the only adult one not drinking, Misses Killjoy...

Blake: I am. I'm just trained to not become an imbecile while doing it.

Sun: Huh? Howzat work?

Sun: Still, you did a great job, Penny! Bet yer Mommy's so happy, she'd buy you anything you wanted!

Penny: Really~?!

Blake: D-Don't tell her that!

Penny: Well, I don't wanna get anything, but I do wanna do something!

Blake: Well... so long as it's within reason, I guess...

Penny: (Points at TV) That! I wanna do that!

Blake: ...And what exactly is "that"?

Penny: I wanna be rescued by a hero in a castle!

Blake: Absolutely not.

Penny: (Sniffles)

Sun: "How could you?! And after I worked so hard to get into school~!"

Blake: Don't speak for her!

Sun: (Leans in) Hey, Blake. There's a castle not too far from here. You can rent it out for 2,000 Lien a day. The governments ain't got eyes or ears out there, so you could really let loose!

Sun: I mean, Penny DID work really hard to get in. It wouldn't kill ya to throw her a bone, would it?

Penny: (Sniffles)

Blake: ...

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Penny: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW~! It's a real castle~!

Jaune: I... Isn't thith- (Hiccups) lovely?

Penny: ...

Blake: What's wrong?

Penny: There's no one here. No bad guys, or servants. It's not right.

Blake: That wasn't part of the deal.

Penny: (Sniffles) I-I don't think I can go to school anymore...

Sun: (Patting her back) There, there, Penny...

Blake: (Groans)

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ALL UNITS STATIONED IN VALE, REPLY

"REPORT TO VYTAL CASTLE IMMEDIATELY"

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Penny: There's so many people~!

Sun: See? Just took a little nudge from the agency, right?

Neon: (Thinking) Oh my gosh! That's Agent Nightshade!.

Marrow: (Thinking) In the flesh!.

Yatsuhashi: (Thinking) Maybe I can get her autograph?.

Blake: Okay, now what?

Penny: Let's see... (Points to Blake) Hero! (Points to Sun) Villain! (Points to Jaune) Um... Whatever!

Jaune: Huh?!

Penny: (Behind a table) Save me, Blakeadina!

Sun: OH HO HO HO! I'm surprised you've come this far, Blakeadina, but you'll never make it past my demon servant and the princess will be mine!

Blake: Are you actually playing along with this?! (Thinking) Do I really have to humiliate myself in front of all these people?!. But... But if this is what it takes to get her to go to school.

Neon: Look!

Yatsuhashi: A chance to see Nightshade in action!

Blake: Y- You better give me the princess.

Sun: Did you really think it would be so easy? GO, MY DEMONIC KNIGHT, JAUNATHAN!

Blake: Demonic knight?! There's demons in this story- (Barely dodges a whirling cross)

Jaune: Anyone who tries to take my precious Penny away from me...

Jaune: WILL DIE BY MY HANDS.

Blake: Dammit! What's gotten into him?! He told me his sister taught him boxing, but I've never seen moves as ferocious as these!.

Jaune: (Swings a kick)

Blake: HE'LL KILL ME!.

Jaune: (Slips, Falls, Groans, Falls asleep)

Blake: A... Are you okay?

Sun: Ha ha! Most impressive, Blakeadina, but you're no match for-

THWACK!

Blake: (Walks past Sun on the floor, Panting) Are... Are you unharmed, Princess Penny?

Penny: (Awed, Hugs her) MAMA~!

Blake: Mama? That breaks continuity. (Crowds applaud) What is going on?

Penny: Everything has been so much fun since I left the orphanage with you, Mama! I'm going to work really, really, really hard at school!

Blake: Oh? Well, then let me just say, "Congratulations, Penny".

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Winter: S-Sir! You need to see this expenses report from Agent Nightshade!

[gingersforeverbox]

Hi, no one asked for this, but have some Nathan Bateman x Reader headcanons/ drabble ideas

A/n: Howdy, I know it's been a hot minute since I posted something of my own, but I've been a simp for this stupid-genius bastard for a while now, and here is just a dump of the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head about Bitchman himself :)

Fem!Reader x Nathan Bateman btw

Content warnings: Nathan for obvious canonical reasons, the good kush🍃, swearing (probably), suggestive material that is +18 (If I find a minor on my lawn I swear to all that's good that I will tell your parents/guardians that you're being inconsiderate of boundaries Ya lil gremlins), that's all I can think of for now, but let me know if I missed anything! <3

Pretty little homemaker Reader? Yeah. Pretty little homemaker Reader who got to happily retire once they married Nathan and be a domestic, feminine person without care? Even better!

Pregnant Reader where we learn about what it’s like to be expecting with him (spoiler: he is a pain in the ass up until you have to snap at him to be considerate to the person who will give him his child, then he surprisingly gets his head out of his ass to try and be better for you and y'all's child).

Reader and Nate have to go to a gala or some shit for the first time as an official couple then there’s a bunch of questions from the press and coworkers about y'all being together, and he is basically like "Honey, I own the planet, whatever you don't want public won't be public. it's that simple, now let me show you this ice sculpture that looks like a dick if you look at it right >:)"

Stoned Nathan and Reader. She does it for fun, he insists that he’s gonna be chill, but he is such a fuckin nerd that he babbles about how scientifically interesting weed is while Reader is just like “M’kay babe, keep talkin’, you’re cute like this iloveyou” and Nathan kinda just buffers for a minute before then is high as a kite when he realizes "oh fuck this woman makes me feel things and I'm too high to try and hide it iloveyoutoo"

Nathan getting genuinely confused when Reader treats Kyoko with basic dignity despite her being an AI, and Reader basically being horrified with how he treats her and actively goes out of her way to be nice to Kyoko. Does Nathan learn to be nicer to his AI? Does he still treat them like shit and it bites him in the ass? YOU DECIDE!

Bossy!Reader who is one of BlueBook's communications experts, and he can't wrap his head around the idea of Reader, the same lady who doesn't hesitate to call one of his ideas bad-shit crazy, being the same lady who easily schmooses his business partners for him until he sees her in action at a conference they both have to attend. Nathan then realizing that he likes his organic women to be a lil fiesty.

*forewarning that this one is a little self-indulgent:* Nathan and a Psychologist reader? I would pay Money to watch those two bicker about everything. like come on, Nathan's fuckin' nuts and Reader deals with emotionally/ mentally troubled people for a living. Just imagine BlueBook deciding to assign him a psychologist since he lives in the middle of nowhere all the time, and Reader taking one look at him and being like "Oh, he's not just a narcissistic rich man, he's a narcissistic rich man with a literal god complex.... interesting :)))" then proceeding to actually help him regardless. Bbgorl wouldn't know what hit him.

That's all for now folks, as you were 😊

....psst, hey, if anyone is interested in reading something with any of these ideas I would happily see what I can do to make a lil somethin'-somethin'. Also, if you wanna take a stab at writing any of these, all I ask is that you tag me so I can get some credit and so I can see y'all's awesome work <3

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this is us ~ jjk | 19

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's younger brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: y'all, we're getting closer and closer to the ending of their story :( :( there's one last chapter and an epilogue T_T i'm sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out. i was stuck on it for the longest time bc ya know, i suuuuck at writing seggsy things, but i hope y'all enjoy it anyway. there were a few words left for me to use, so you'll see them in bold (we also have one more line, but we'll save that until the end hehe. iykyk). and as always, please like, reblog, scream (or not) at me, send me asks. i love it all. i hope you're all doing well.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 20 ~ ending credits

chapter nineteen ~ together again | wc: 9.7k warnings: we’re back to fluffy, domestic shit 😭 (finally), they love and miss each other so much, again—lots of talking and conversations (with yoongi, yuna, namjoon), bamie is a big boy and goes on a flight, lots of hugs, kisses, touching (what else is new), our TIU babies are being grown ass adults and sharing their feelings (whutttt—who are they? like the character growth? i’m sobbing), references to jk’s weverse lives, mentions of death, language smut warnings: i am sorry (not sorry) for all the seven references, protected sex (they haven’t been with anyone else since they broke up, but they’re being safe, and to our surprise, it’s kook’s suggestion), jk is a lil dommy, use of lube, dirty talk, oral (f. receiving), fingering (from the front and behind—don’t judge me), titty sucking, kissing, groping, overstimulation (i blame his weverse live), one small convo during seggs, a lil pussy slapping, lil spanks, light light light anal play (don’t judge me—he just puts his thumb on it….), jk wants to savor every moment with oc, but she's needy af

~ Three weeks later ~

The Netflix meeting in LA was a bust, but you wouldn’t let it bring you down. At least Kenji was courteous enough to call you and apologize about his friend. He thought he was doing you a favor but hadn’t realized how slimy Zach was.

The brunch tradition continued with Hyunie, Tae, and Yoongi, but this time, Hyunie didn’t want to host and suggested going out. You didn’t mind at all. It would be nice to get out of the house and get some fresh air.

And as usual, the married couple was running late. You greeted Yoongi, taking a seat beside him. His hair had grown a significant amount since you last saw him. It suited him well, you thought.

“Nice ring,” he said, gawking at the diamond-encrusted jewelry on your fourth finger.

You still needed to get used to it—sometimes, you forgot you had it on. “Oh, thanks,” you mumbled, tucking your hand underneath your thigh. This was the first time you saw Yoongi since leaving for LA, and you were sure he would crack down on what happened.

“I’m guessing you didn’t want to live with the ‘what ifs’ and called lover boy.” He smirked, and a light chuckle left his lips. Honestly, he called it—knew you couldn’t resist, was too lovesick over him just to give up so easily.

“Actually, I didn’t call him. We kind of just—found each other.” And you weren’t lying! You didn’t reach out to him, had no idea you’d bump into him.

Yoongi holds the butter knife upright in his hand, pushing the tip into the blush pink napkin. “Found each other, huh?” he said with disbelief laced in his tone as he looked at you.

You hummed in agreement when your eyes met his. He slowly nodded, not believing a word coming out of your mouth.

“What?” you asked, annoyed at your friend.

He shrugged, putting the butter knife down. “I didn’t say anything.”

You deadpanned. “You didn’t have to. Your face said it all.”

Before your LA trip, you were wavering between what to do and ultimately decided not to call Jungkook. It wasn’t your fault you happened to be at the same hotel at the same time. One might call it destiny.

He wanted to humor you. “Okay—what did my face say then?”

You gawked at him. “That you think I’m dumb for going back to someone who cheated on me.”

“Damn, I’m kind of harsh,” he laughed.

You pursed your lips and nudged his shoulder. “Just be happy for me.”

Yoongi scoffed. “I didn’t say anything, and you’re putting words into my mouth.” You wave him off. “Didn’t I tell you that whatever decision you made would be the right one? You obviously chose one way, and the universe chose another.”

You couldn’t help but dramatically gasp, hand on your chest. “Does Min Yoongi believe in destiny? What’ve you done with the grumpy grandpa persona?”

His upper lip raises in annoyance. “He didn’t go anywhere. He’s still here.” He straightens his blueberry milk grandpa-colored cardigan.

“I can’t wait for you to meet him,” you said, sipping your water. Yoongi doesn’t say anything. He just grunts. “You’ll like him; you will.” He grunts again, finally breaking into a smile.

“I’m happy for you. I’m glad you guys are back together.”

“You are?”

“Yeah, so I can fucking stop hearing about you complain and be all googly eyes for him all the time.”

You playfully shove him. “Shut up. I did not talk about him that much.”

“You shut up, and yes, you did,” Yoongi spat back, cocking his head.

The two of you continued to bicker, nudging and shoving until Kim Taehyung interrupted, “Yah, yah, yah! What are you two fighting about?”

“Nothing!” The two of you said in unison.

If there was one person’s opinion you came to respect within the last year, it was Yoongi’s. You appreciated that he was always willing to listen, even though you sometimes felt he didn’t want to—regardless, he was still a good friend and did it anyway. You loved how straightforward he was and didn’t have many friends who could be gentle, supportive, and direct. You were happy he had unexpectedly come into your life when you needed someone the most.

The remote had become your best friend these last few days. You didn’t want to start a new drama in case it disappointed you, so you opted for your favorite: Start-Up.

Almost a year later, not having watched it. You had forgotten how much it made you kick your feet, giggle, and cry an ocean of tears. Rewatching these episodes just made you fall more in love with Bae Suzy and Nam Joo-hyuk, and maybe you were feeling all mushy gushy because you and Jungkook rekindled your romance.

The tissue you had in hand had become damp when you wiped away your tears again. It was the fifth one, and you were only halfway through the episode when your phone started buzzing.

When you saw ‘boyfie’ light up on the screen, you wiped any mascara that smudged and fixed your hair before answering. You didn’t want him thinking you were crying because of him.

“Hello?”

The screen is fairly dim from Jungkook’s end. All you could hear was him groaning before he croaked out a ‘hi.’

You giggled, checking the time on your phone. “Isn’t it early for you?”

“Too early,” he replied, carding his hand through his fluffy hair to get a better look at you. He moves the phone closer, narrowing his eyes. “Are you crying? Why are you crying?” He shifted into an upright position against the headboard.

“I’m just watching Start-Up. I promise. No one made me cry.” He had a look of relief on his face before he slumped down onto his pillow. “Kook, go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

Jungkook shook his head and pouted. “I’m fine, baby. I missed you. That’s why I called.” He slumped further down the bed, pulling the duvet underneath his chin. “I’m pretending this blanket is you.” He nuzzled his face into it.

He missed you that much, huh? Well, you missed him and couldn’t wait to be with him again. You didn’t know how people could have long distance relationships, three weeks was really too long for anyone to be apart.

“You’re such a dummy.”

“Your dummy?” he asks with a close-lipped smile.

You hummed. “My dummy.”

Seeing Jungkook so cozy and snuggled up made you want to do the same. You grabbed a throw blanket that was settled into a basket next to the couch. Your attention went back to Jungkook, who looked like he had fallen asleep. You rolled your eyes because you had told him just to sleep.

“Boyfie?”

Jungkook groaned and inhaled a deep breath before popping up with sleepy eyes. “Yeah, baby?”

You weren’t going to lie. Him calling you baby and you calling him boyfie was making your insides all tangled up. “Go to sleep. Dream some good dreams, okay?”

“My dream is right in front of me. I don’t need to dream.”

You shifted your position, leaning back on a throw pillow, legs spread across the couch. “Were you always this cheesy?”

“Only when I’m with you,” he mumbled into the blanket again as he dozed off.

At this point, you were happy you didn’t have anything lined up for you because your new job was making sure this baby star candy didn’t fall asleep with a candle lit or something. But good thing you also had Bamie on your side. He would surely come to the rescue of his owner and their crazy antics.

“Baby,” he grumbled, looking at his screen.

You answer softly, ‘Yeah’, snuggling yourself into the blanket, the little screen of your boyfie in front of you.

“I put in my two weeks' notice at work and told my landlord about breaking my lease.”

He had discussed moving back, and you felt guilty for him having to do so. It would’ve been easier for you to move out there, granted, LA was the place to live if you wanted more writing opportunities, but he insisted he wanted to be near family and friends.

“I feel bad,” you admit.

Jungkook perks up, shifting against his headboard again. “What? Why? Please don’t feel bad. I want to move back.”

“I know, but I feel like I’m taking you away from your life, and then you have to bring Bamie on such a long flight too, then you’ll have to start over—find a new job, a new place.” You could continue listing many things, but you decided to stop overthinking.

“I’m not worried about finding a new job. I’ll probably talk to my old boss and see if they have anything open for me. And in terms of a new place, I could just stay with you.”

You visibly gulped when he said that. “Like move in with me?”

Jungkook pouts, nervously toying with his lip ring. “Do you not want that?” he asked with apprehension in his voice.

“I, um, I mean, don’t you think my place is too small for Bam?” You have had your apartment for the longest time since graduating college. Even when you were with Kenji and U-jin, you were always at their place because it was bigger, but when you were with Jungkook, it always felt like home, just big enough for the two of you, and you didn’t think Bamie would like how small your place was. He was a big pup and deserved something better than your dinky little apartment.

“We could just get a new place together,” Jungkook suggested nonchalantly, like there was no weight to his words.

You squint your eyes. “Jeon Jungkook, is this your subtle way of asking me to move in with you?”

Jungkook chuckled. “I can’t get anything past you, huh? But yes, it makes sense, right?” He had been sitting on the thought since discussing wanting to move back. It wouldn’t make sense to go back and forth between two apartments.

“I mean, yeah, you were practically living here anyway, and I’d want Bamie to have someplace where he could have more space.” Bamie was a big boy, and you wanted him to be comfortable too.

“So,” Jungkook’s smile grew, “We’re moving in together?”

You stared blankly at your boyfie. “You technically didn’t ask me yet.”

He cleared his throat. “Babe, baby, sweetheart, the love of my life. Will you move in with me?”

Love of his life, hmm? You could get used to him saying that. You sighed. “I don’t know. You’re kind of a messy guy,” you teased.

Jungkook scoffed. “Me? Messy? Have you seen my apartment? It’s spotless—”

“Kook! I’m kidding. I know you’re the cleaning and laundry fairy—and yes, I would love to move in with you.” You knew moving in with Jungkook would mean you wouldn’t be allowed to clean or do your own laundry again. But that was a good trade-off, right?

He giggled, slumping from his sitting position onto his side. “I can’t wait. This’ll be so much fun.”

Although Jungkook had slept at your place almost 24/7 when you were together, you wouldn’t be aware of his late-night cooking and karaoke sessions until much later.

You purse your lips and roll your eyes. “I’ll start looking for places today, so everything will be ready by the time you arrive.”

“Perfect.”

Moving in together was a big step, and you didn’t want to overanalyze this choice. If you and Jungkook were still together, you figured at one point or another, the natural progression in a relationship would be to move in. This decision felt good, it felt right.

You were moving the last of your boxes, ensuring everything would go smoothly before Jungkook and Bamie’s arrival. Your phone ringtone goes off; of course, it’s the boyfie.

“Hey,” you answered. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I, um, I couldn’t sleep, so I called.”

You knew he had an early flight returning to Seoul in a few hours and wondered why he was still up. “Too excited, hmm?” you chuckled.

His soft chuckle made it seem like something else was on his mind. “Something like that.”

“I’m kidding, boyfie. Tell me what’s on your mind,” you asked as you sat on the floor against the empty white wall. The apartment seemed spacious with nothing in it but you and a few boxes.

Jungkook sighed. “This is gonna sound stupid.”

“Come on, you can tell me. We talked about being open, right?”

“Um, remember when you were here, and we were talking, and you said you almost let someone you know in a bathroom?”

You didn’t mean to laugh aloud, but you couldn’t help it. “That’s what’s keeping you up? A distant memory of me almost sleeping with some guy?” You shuddered thinking about that moment–boy, you were really unhappy, weren’t you? But you understood where he was coming from, though. You were sure he was just curious.

“Yeah…”

“You’re adorable,” you teased, shaking your head and wanting to kiss him through the phone.

“Shut it,” he grumbled, burying his face into his duvet.

“You’re so cute. I just wanna pinch your cheeks. I’ll be sure to do so when you get here. My cutie patootie wittle bunny is jealous I almost slept with someone,” you giggled. You always knew Jungkook was the jealous type. He wouldn’t even let Namjoon help you with peeling a perilla leaf–what a weirdo.

“Okay—I’m hanging up now,” he said.

“No, no, no. I’m kidding. What about it?” His little spurt of jealousy was too hard not to joke about.

“Um, have you slept with anyone else since we broke up?”

“No,” you answered quickly. Even if you wanted to, your mind and heart was full of Jeon Jungkook and no one else would even be able to take your mind off him. “He was the closest thing to me sleeping with anyone, but other than that, I haven’t slept with anyone. What about you?”

“Oh, no—you were my last,” he says confidently, like it was a flex.

“Oh—” It’s not like you were expecting him to say Alex, but you were expecting him to say Alex. It only made sense since you thought she was a big reason for him leaving. You had convinced yourself he had run back to her.

“What?” he asked, piquing his interest.

“Oh, I don’t know. I just thought—”

“You just thought I would’ve slept with someone?” There were plenty of opportunities at company functions or when he was out with Jimin and Lana, but it just didn’t feel the same for him. He didn’t want a one night stand. He wanted to be in love, have one person consume every single fiber of his being, overtake him, and if none of them were you, then no one could have him.

You didn’t want to name names and Jungkook already mentioned that Alex left the company. “I don’t know. I mean, yeah, have you seen yourself in the mirror?” Obviously, you wanted to jump his bones the moment you saw him in LA, and it was so fucking hard not to tempt him into staying at the hotel with you that night.

He laughed. “Well, I just hope that means I can fuck you when I see you,” he confessed, licking his lips and winking.

“Jeon Jungkook!”

“What? I know you’re thinking the same thing. You’re the one that wanted to tear off my clothes.”

Now you wish you didn’t say anything to him about that. You mumbled something indistinct, not clear enough for him to hear. “Good god—”

“Oh, don’t tell me you haven’t been thinking about my dick in your tight little cunt,” he said in such a confident tone.

You gasped because cocky, bratty Jungkook was back and in full swing. “Okay—goodbye—go to sleep! You have a long day of travel ahead of you!”

Jungkook couldn’t help getting in a few last words. “I can’t wait to put my mouth on your—”

You quickly ended the video call. Your pussy clenched around nothing, just thinking about Jungkook being inside you again, having his lips on your waist, his hands tracing your lines. Fuck. You might just have to break out the vibrator tonight.

Not a moment later, you received a text.

boyfie 11:35 PM you didn’t let me finish…

you 11:35 PM i’ll let you show me when you get here.

you 11:36 PM goodnight! see you soon.

Jungkook gazed at the airport’s glossy marble flooring, staring off into space while holding a bouquet of white and yellow chamomile. His flight landed earlier than expected, and picking up Bam from baggage claim was effortless. He sat in a trance, wanting to pinch himself. Was this real? Was he sitting at Incheon airport waiting for you to pick him up?

He must’ve done something good in his past life, had an angel looking out for him, or after making wishes on shooting stars, his own finally aligned back to you.

How he missed home so much. The familiarity of the city was indelible. No way to remove it from his body–he was made for Seoul.

Bam sat beside Jungkook, waiting patiently, watching people pass them by. He would show excitement whenever Jungkook mentioned your name–his tail wagging, tongue out, and panting. He was just as eager as Jungkook to see you again.

You cursed the car that took your spot even though you had signaled, indicating you were there first, but you wanted to avoid getting into an accident or tussle before picking up Jungkook and Bamie–it was the last thing you wanted.

When you walked through the sliding glass doors and up the escalators, there he was, Jeon Jungkook—the love of your life, the one who made your heart flutter, the one you couldn’t live without. He was here in the flesh, and this wasn’t a dream you’d have to wake up from.

You stood, not moving an inch, wanting to capture this moment. The pair of you had gone through so much to get to where you are, and mistakes were made along the way, but you believed the best was yet to come.

He was sitting, daydreaming like usual, with a bouquet in hand, and when he finally broke out of his daze, he stood, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot in love. Bam stood on all fours looking up at Jungkook, waiting to see if he’d give him the okay to go toward you, but Jungkook never did.

The two of you stood smiling and smitten, enamored, being in this place of a love that was never lost but only put on pause. It was like a scene out of a movie, where the long, lost lovers finally reunite and get their happy ending.

You raced to him, jumping into his arms, making him drop the bouquet. Cupping his face, you placed kisses all over. All the while, Bam barked in excitement at the sight of you.

“Someone’s excited to see me,” he said, tightening his grip around your waist.

“You have no idea.” You leaned down, capturing his lips with yours, pulling him closer, inhaling all of him, wanting to give yourself as an offering, but remembering that you were still in public and it’d have to wait.

Bam whined, looking up with his big doe eyes. Jungkook set you down. You kneeled to him, cupping his cute face. “I didn’t forget about you, Bamie,” you said before he licked your face.

You stood to kiss Jungkook again, wrapping your arms around his neck, not giving two fucks who was around or if anyone was watching. The love of your life was back, and no one could stop you from showing your devotion to him.

“God–I missed you. These last few weeks have been torture.” You’d spend every waking minute thinking about what he was doing, counting down every second until you’d see him again.

Jungkook giggled. “I could get used to this. You telling me how much you love and miss me.” He quite liked the attention and affection.

You suppose you were never the type to show this much adoration in public, but you were ready to stand on top of a building and shout to the entire world how much you loved this man. Be one of those girlfriends who captured every moment of their partner and gushed about them on social media during every made-up romantic holiday.

“I love you,” you whispered, your chin digging into his chest as you looked at him.

He hummed. “I thought I’d never hear that again,” he admitted. Since leaving for LA, he had given up hearing those three words from you.

“You’ll hear it as long as you’ll have me.”

Jungkook pulled back, both hands gently cupping your face, his starry eyes staring into yours. With a soft smile, he uttered, “I want you forever.”

Blindfolds had become a running joke between you, and you couldn’t help but continue the silly tradition. You wanted to surprise Jungkook with the new apartment, and blindfolding him was the only way to keep this secret, right?

Jungkook shuffled down the hallway, his hands out in case he ran into anything, and Bam followed his parents, tilting his head at the curious pair. Bam alarmed Jungkook by barking when he almost ran into the door.

When everyone was through the threshold, you took off his blindfold, ready for him to hopefully love this new place where you’d be creating new memories together.

Jungkook’s jaw dropped, peering around the room—from the floor to the ceiling to the sliding glass door leading to the balcony. He knew you made some good money but not this good.

“How—how did you find this place? It couldn’t have been cheap, baby.” He walked around the living room, picking up a frame that held a photo of you, him, Yuna, and Namjoon at their wedding. It was one of your first photos together as a couple.

“I know someone,” you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

When you mentioned having to look for a new place to the brunch crew, Yoongi swooped in to save the day because he had a friend who was a realtor, and they happened to have a vacant place ready for move-in.

“Are you sure we can afford this place?” he asked.

You chuckled at his hesitancy. “I got a good deal on it. Don’t worry.” Jungkook narrowed his eyes and huffed. “Come on, let me show you around,” you said, holding your hand.

This place was enticing due to the enclosed balcony, nearby restaurants and shopping, plus the orangeade lavender skies at dusk pretty much sealed the deal for you.

You had set up the perfect little area for Bam, ensuring it would feel like home with cozy new toys and his favorite chews. He didn’t even make a fuss and walked straight into his crate, snuggling up in his soft blanket.

“Well, that was easy,” you tease, thinking it’d be harder for him to adjust. But maybe the jet lag took a toll on the big guy.

“I’m gonna shower. Wash the long day off of me,” Jungkook said, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek. You uttered a soft ‘kay,’ letting him go on his way.

While he was singing away in the shower, enjoying the warm steam from the waterfall shower head, you were running around the bedroom to find the perfect outfit for bed. You didn’t know his plans, but you were ready to fuck him—every hour, every minute, every second for the next seven days. Anything was possible with Jeon Jungkook.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, you had finally chosen your outfit. It was minimal and easily discardable. Jungkook opened the bathroom door, ruffling his damp hair with a white towel, beads of water falling onto his honey skin, trailing down the expanse of his broad chest toward that silver piece of jewelry still pierced into his nipple. It took a moment for him to realize you were ogling him.

Your eyes never left his as he walked to you, sitting so prettily on the bed in one of his oversized t-shirts with nothing but lacy panties underneath. Pointing your toes, you swiveled your feet in front of you, pretending to play dumb, your hands leaning back on the bed. “So…”

You feel the softness of the white towel hanging so fucking low on his slutty waist when he knocks into your knees, spreading your legs apart. Your desire grows when you feel the heat radiating off his leg—it pierces straight to your core.

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes, letting out a small breath as you leaned into his touch. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, scanning your features, thinking how beautiful you are. “So—what should we do now?” he asked, lifting your chin so you could focus on him.

Your eyes flutter open, peering through your lashes at this drop-dead gorgeous man. With a small grin, you asked, “Mm, I don’t know. What should we do?” Your hands flew to the towel, tugging it so his waist was more visible. Leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his waist, hoping it would ease his mind, alluding to what you wanted–him.

Jungkook’s hands become entangled in your hair as you gently unravel the towel from his body and trail kisses toward his navel. His heart races, his skin tingling all over his body when your lips lead further to his growing erection.

Just as he thinks you’ll continue, you cease all contact, flashing a smirk as you look at him. “Weren’t you gonna show me what you were gonna put your mouth on?” you teased, licking your lips.

He grinned, leaning down, forcing you to lay on the bed, legs spread as he slotted between them. The warmth from his body radiated as he hovered, his hand gripping your waist and the other propping himself up. He couldn’t wait to explore you again, wondering if you were still ticklish when he kissed your shoulders or if he traced your lines, would your skin create goosebumps from his touch?

“Are you gonna show me or just stare at me all night?”

“Both,” he said, kissing your lips, then your cheek, trailing down the column of your neck. He slid his hand underneath the oversized shirt covering what he wanted, pushing it up to reveal the black lacy panties and your bare chest. You helped him by pulling the shirt over your head, exposing your naked body to his lust-filled eyes. Hands traveling across the expanse of your stomach to your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. His tattooed hand kneads the soft mound, eyes never leaving you.

As he advances to the already wet mess between your legs, your body arches into him. You had been thinking about fucking him all day and even felt tempted to pull out your vibrator, but who fucking needs that when you have Jeon Jungkook to get the job done?

His eyes flickered up, and he wasn’t doing much to you, but he had missed hearing your sweet gasps and whimpers.

The anticipation of what he’s gonna do has you spiraling into a deep abyss, and you’d keep falling if he didn’t bring you back. His lips pressed kisses into your thighs, his hands spreading your legs wider to access that pretty pussy he’d missed so much. If he could, he’d spend hours exploring, teasing, and riling you up, but as much as you needed a release, so did he.

Jungkook spent too many sleepless nights thinking about you. How you’d wrap your legs around him, whine and moan as you rode him, his hands guiding you, spanking you, gripping each and every part of you.

“Kook,” you mewled, almost out of breath. He looked up and hummed. “Do you even remember what I like?” you teased him.

He chuckled. “Let me show you how well I remember.” His finger toyed with the lacy fabric, looping through, pulling it higher to see your pussy peeking through it. “Fuck—I can’t wait to taste this pussy again.” He was practically salivating. His cock is so fucking hard he swears he would come if his mouth touched your lips.

He kissed the spot just above your clit, making your body squirm beneath him. Moving your panties to the side, he spread your folds with his fingers. His wet, warm tongue lay flat, licking from your entrance to your clit. Gently, he sucked on the nub, switching between sucking and licking. Repeating this over and over. Every lick, every suck, every kiss dissolves pleasure into your body.

You could feel your arousal mixed with his saliva dripping down your ass and onto your sheets. You may have to change them out seven days a week if he keeps going like this. Your hands raked through his hair, tugging him closer into your pussy, wanting more of him.

Jungkook pulled away, making you groan at the loss. “Turn around, baby.” You do as he asked, flipping onto your stomach. He admires your backside, drooling at your arousal and his saliva glistening between your legs. His hands tug off the lacy panties, tossing them aside with no care in the world. Now your ass was on full display, ready for him to pounce on and devour like the starved man he is.

He crawls onto the bed, gingerly sitting on your legs. His hands knead and massage the soft flesh of your cheeks. He leans down, kissing your shoulders, making you shudder and whimper as he trails more kisses. His hand reaches underneath you to squeeze your breast, his other hand moving toward your entrance. Jungkook inserts his middle finger, causing a soft groan from you.

“You think you can handle one more?” he whispered into your ear, and you hum in agreement. When he inserts another finger, you muffle your moan into the bed. He moves your hair out of the way. “Mm—I need to hear you, baby.”

“Please,” you begged, trying to rut back onto his fingers. “Please, I need more.”

“I don’t remember you being so needy, baby,” Jungkook teased as he lay beside you. He wanted to watch you come undone because of him. His palm makes a sharp sound against your ass as his fingers curl harder and deeper into your pussy. He’s in knuckle deep, and you’re nothing but a moaning, whining mess. You squeezed your eyes tight, mouth slack, small gasps escaping every time his fingers fuck you harder.

Jungkook removes his fingers from your entrance, gliding back and forth along your slit, just teasing you, wanting you to fucking beg. But he wouldn’t be so mean—he just wanted to take his time with you. Letting every single sensation you had not felt in over a year just wash over you, send you into another plane, another dimension. He wanted your vision to fade to black, let this orgasm be earth-shattering, explosive, making you never forget only he could make you feel this way. No other person would ever come between you again. He’d die before he’d let someone else have you. You were his and his only. He wouldn’t make the mistake of not fighting for you again.

He crawled further toward your ass, pushing your cheeks together so he could slot his hefty dick in between. The sensation makes Jungkook release a guttural groan. He had no fucking idea why he was also teasing himself at this point. He needed to feel his cock being squeezed by your tight walls. Needed to feel like he couldn’t live another day without being inside you.

His leaking tip unexpectedly slips, brushing against your entrance as he’s gliding. The two of you whine in unison at the softest touch. You just want to beg and plead, asking him to fuck you already, but knowing him, he’d tease you even more, prolonging what you really wanted. You’d just have to play along and let him do what he wants—you preferred it anyway.

Jungkook’s tattooed hand guides your waist to shift your position onto your back again. He couldn’t not look at you. Wanted to see you writhe, squirm, fall apart. His fingers are like a magnet, going straight to your pussy. Not one, two, but three fingers inside your cunt, stretching you out, getting you ready for him. You almost think you can’t take it anymore. It’s been too long since you’ve felt him inside you.

He hovers over you again, marking your neck, his free hand fondling your tit, thumb circling your pebbled nipple. All your senses go into overload when he envelopes your other nipple, licking and lapping like there’s no tomorrow. He trails kisses down your center, navel, then to your clit, sucking on it. Switching between circling and making figure 8s, all the while finger fucking you. He looks up, and you’re a mess, just like his saliva dripping down his chin and down to your ass. It’s a lewd show of how much he’s missed your pussy, like it was designed specifically for him.

You clench around his fingers, everything becoming too much for you. Your hands are balling up the sheets as he elicits moan after moan. Lifting your hips off the bed, you rut forward into his hungry mouth. “I’m gonna come.”

Jungkook pulls away and smiles. “I know, baby.” He always knows when you’re close. He could never forget.

Your moan grows louder and louder as he intensifies his speed. The fire pooling in your belly is ready to snap. He had been teasing you for too long, and you couldn’t take it anymore. A surge of waves ripple through your body. You’re quivering, knees shaking, closing in on Jungkook’s head, but he just goes deeper, not stopping. Your pussy is pulsing as he continues to overstimulate you.

You gently push him away, and he tries to go back in. “You thought I was done?” You whine and pout, closing your legs, trying to close off access to you. “I’m not done with you yet,” he said, pulling you toward him. “Just one more baby, you can do it.”

You’re still trying to settle yourself from the first orgasm. You don't know if you can handle another, but you don’t deny him. You’ll just be a crumbling mess throughout the rest of the night.

Jungkook pushes your legs up and buries his head between them again. Your body jolts at the first touch of his lips on your swollen clit. He laps between your folds, and you guide his hand toward your hole, to his surprise. You look down, and his doe eyes are wide, silently asking are you sure? You nod and smile—you know he’s wanted to for the longest time. Reaching the bedside table, you open the drawer handing him a bottle of lube.

He looks between your legs; this is everything he’s wanted. He would live here if he could, set up camp, and never leave. He squeezes a small amount onto his fingers, spreading the lube around your hole. Jungkook’s thumb is pressed lightly onto your hole, causing you to mewl. And as much as he’s wanted this and even dreamt too often about it, maybe he just liked the thought of playing with your hole.

“What’s wrong?” you asked when he stopped. You didn’t think you’d enjoy anything related to anal play, but here you were, relishing in the new sensation. It was definitely something you’d want to explore further with him.

“I, uh, you caught me off guard,” he responds.

You chuckled, never thought you could surprise Jeon Jungkook. “You don’t have to put your finger in, but I like having your thumb against it.”

“You do?”

You hummed. “It feels really good. You can just keep doing that. We can try butt stuff another time after we’ve talked about it more.” There was a look of relief on Jungkook’s face. It was good to know you could still find ways to surprise him.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed.

You shake your head. “Don’t be sorry, boyfie. Come on, I thought you said you weren’t done with me.”

Jungkook grinned, lifting your legs over his shoulders. He dives back in, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. He kissed your clit, and then like you wanted, he put his thumb on your hole, causing you to gasp, squeezing your eyes shut at the lightest pressure against it. Your heart pounds obscenely in your chest. Your hands card through his hair, becoming entangled, pushing him further into your pussy.

His warm, wet tongue ravishes this delicacy he’s been missing for over a year. His nose nuzzled into your clit as his tongue delved into your entrance. The combination of his mouth, tongue, nose, and thumb is sending shockwaves to the rest of your body. Your legs are shaking, becoming weaker minute by minute as he continues. You’re intoxicated, dizzy by his devotion to making you collapse.

Jungkook groans against your pussy when he feels your walls contracting. You bite back a moan, knowing you’re close to reaching your peak. You set your legs down when he pulls away, inserting two fingers into your pussy. Saliva is running down his chin, but he doesn’t give a fuck. He has a smug smile on his face as he makes eye contact with you. You’re so delectable. He could spend hours just like this.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” he questions while working his way up to you. He’s still knuckling deep in your cunt, wet sounds filling the room. He hovers, leaning down to kiss you. You can taste and smell yourself on him, which pushes you over the edge.

He places his forehead against yours, eyes still open, watching as your hand travels to stimulate your clit, rubbing it in circles to speed along the process. Second orgasms always took a lot longer for you to reach.

Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, mouth latched onto your neck, licking and sucking subtle marks. It’s to show the rest of the world you’re his. All the while, your pussy is swallowing his fingers. You’re on the brink of losing all dignity, all composure. The fire in your belly finds its release as your walls spasm and contract around his fingers. Your legs are trembling and quaking beneath Jungkook, an overwhelming sensation floods from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You’re seeing galaxies overtaking your existence as you finish.

As the pleasure subsides, you try to catch your breath. Jesus Christ, you haven’t even had his dick in you yet, and you’re already wiped out.

Looking over, Jungkook is lying beside you, very pleased with himself for making you come twice already. He turns to you, “Condom?”

You shook your head. “Want you raw.”

Jungkook raised his brow. “Baby,” he trailed off. Of course, considering your last scare and health issues, he wanted to feel all of you. He didn’t want to take any risks because the two of you were horny.

He gazed into your eyes. “Condom,” he said firmly. You groaned and pouted, reaching back into the side table drawer for the box of condoms. He couldn’t help but giggle. He had surely missed your eagerness to tempt him otherwise.

You didn’t think you’d find yourself back with Jungkook. You thought destiny had different plans, but everything that happened last year led you back to him. The two of you were different now—more grown up, actually talking and communicating like adults. Telling each other your wants and needs, and you really need him right now.

You’re watching his every move as he rips off the foil, his biceps flexing while rolling the condom on. “Boyfie, what’s taking so long?”

Jungkook smirks, making his way on all four towards you. He props his arms, hovering over you. He can’t believe how beautiful you are, how much he’s missed your touch, your body, the beautiful sounds you make because of him.

He brings his erect cock to your entrance, brushing against your pussy, making you whimper. He slides up and down between your folds, your arousal coating him generously. He watches as your eyes roll back, your mouth slack, soft whines escaping your sweet mouth. He holds his length, slapping it against your sensitive bud.

“Kook, please,” you plead, opening your eyes. You’ve waited long enough.

He places himself in front of your entrance. Your pussy is soaked and slick, ready to go. He gently pushes in the tip, barely scratching your walls, and he pulls out, repeating this torture until you’re squirming, writhing, pulling the sheets. You have to bite your bottom lip to not let out a sob.

Jungkook leaned down. “Wanna hear you beg for it,” he whispered into your ear before biting on your earlobe. His tip is positioned at your sex, ready to penetrate, but not before he has you whining, pleading, imploring for his dick.

You cupped his face, gazing into those starry doe eyes, pulling him down for a kiss. You don’t feel like begging again. Instead, you’d rather make him melt. “I love you, Jeon Jungkook.”

As much as he was so fucking horny at this moment. Those three words would completely destroy him in his most vulnerable state.

“I love you too,” he repeats your words.

He decided enough was enough, and there was nothing else to do but actually fuck you. He watches your face overtaken by pleasure as he pushes in, stretching you inch by inch.

Fuck—you forgot how fucking big he was and how full he made you feel. Jungkook thrusts slowly, looking down as his dick disappears into your soaked cunt. He takes your tit in your mouth again, licking and flicking. Then he props himself onto his knees, shifting you forward, raising your legs to rest on his shoulders so he could penetrate deeper. Your tits shimmy in sync with his thrusts.

Jungkook bites down on his lip. “God, I missed this. Missed you—this pussy—always so fucking tight for me.” He continued rutting into you persistently before he halted.

Your head pops up, your arms propped on the bed. “Is everything okay?” Maybe he hadn’t fucked in so long. You were wearing him out.

He smiled. “Yeah—I just—I’m enjoying this a little too much. I don’t wanna come yet.” He leaned to kiss you.

“Can I be on top?”

He showed off a bunny smile. Low-key, he loves it when you’re on top. “Be my guest.”

He sets your legs down on the bed, and he happily lays against the headboard, his cock softening just a bit. You straddle his legs, hands reaching for his cock, stroking to make him erect. You eased yourself onto him, the stretch filling you up. You began rolling your hips in a fluid motion, slowly and provocatively. You could feel sweat developing behind your knees and on the nape of your neck, but at this point, you didn’t care; you’d fuck him all night if you needed to.

Jungkook props himself up, eyes filled with lust as he watches you riding him. You hold onto his shoulders for leverage, throwing your head back. You continue rolling your hips back and forth, letting every inch of his dick leave your pussy, only to put right back in. He grabs your waist, putting more pressure between you.

“Fuck—that’s good, baby, just like that,” he encouraged as he bit down on his lip, eyes focused on your pussy swallowing his cock. His tattooed hand spanks your ass, the sound reverberating throughout the room and the lewd sounds of hips snapping against each other.

You flashed a smile as your head was lolled back, and he repeated it again. Another hard spank. Your tits are in his full view, and he can’t help but reach for it, pinching the hardened nub. Leaning forward, your lips latch onto his neck, sucking and marking him. His arms wrapped around you as he began to thrust from underneath, his dick almost slipping out from the lust-filled frenzy of his movements.

You’re flush against him, chest to chest, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he rams hastily from below. Your gasps and moans encourage him to reach for his climax.

God, he fucking wishes he could have you raw, but you guys would have to discuss that at a different time. All he wanted at this moment was to find his sweet release.

His hands are gripped tightly onto the soft flesh of your cheeks, making you stroke his dick back and forth. His teeth are digging into his bottom lips, ready to bleed at this point.

“Come for me, Kook,” you urged.

His cheeks are burning, his heart racing beneath you. The muscles in his abdomen tighten, heat spreading under his skin. With one last thrust, he emptied himself into the condom. His chest is heaving. His breath is shattered as he lets out a whispered, fuck.

The two of you smile like complete idiots when you hold yourself up to look at him. You pull yourself off to lay beside him.

He turns to you. “Wanna go again?”

You playfully smack him across the chest. “Don’t you dare come near me.”

“Aw, come on, one more time for me.”

You shook your head. “I swear to God, Jeon Jungkook—you really will be the death of me.”

The night before felt like a fever dream. Your body aches everywhere, even in places you didn’t know existed. But you loved the familiar weight of Jungkook’s tattooed arm draped over you. You definitely didn’t mind that.

You flip over to see the big sleeping baby. His light snores and whistling are music to your ears. His wavy, disheveled hair asks you to run your hands through it. The little freckles on his cheek are like a constellation guide, waiting for your fingers to trace and place kisses.

You lean in, kissing his nose, and he doesn’t budge. You do it again, this time lightly biting it too. He grumbles, removing his arm to tuck under the pillow.

Shifting closer, you wanted to wake him up. “Boyfie,” you whisper, inching forward. With his eyes closed, he hums. “Are you up?” He doesn’t respond and hums again.

Jungkook opted to sleep shirtless and pantless, sporting only his black CK underwear underneath the sheets. Your thumb grazes the silver jewelry pierced into his nipple. No sign of life. Then your hand travels down further, palming his soft dick.

“Boyfie,” you say again, your palm pressing harder, cupping his growing erection. “I know you’re up.”

“Mm, not awake. Still sleeping,” he mumbles into the pillow, trying to hide his smile. “Keep going, though. I won’t stop you. Please wake me up.”

You chuckled softly. “We have to get up and get ready. We’re hanging out with Yuna and Namjoon today.”

Jungkook finally opened his sleepy eyes. “But I am up,” he joked, alluding to the erection poking you.

“You’re such a boy.”

“And? I wouldn’t mind a little wake-me-up,” he said, drawing you near him.

“Nuh-uh. They’ll be here in a bit, wondering why we aren’t answering the door!”

“So? They can wait.” Jungkook kisses your shoulder, trailing down your arm.

“Nope. Nope. Nope,” you protest, pushing him away, slipping from his grasp, making him pout. “We have forever to keep fucking each other.”

“Forever?” He perked up, but you already closed the door to the bathroom.

Having everyone together again felt right. With Jungkook by your side and your best friend across from you, you couldn’t forget Namjoon. He was always the level-headed one, encouraging you when needed.

You half-expected baby Indie to meet her bestie, Bamie, but Yuna left her with her grandmother. So, it was just the four of you, just like old times.

“So, how’s everything?” Yuna asked as she closed the cabinet door storing plates and bowls.

You cleared your throat. “It’s great. We’re all just getting settled and adjusting to living together.” The two of you hadn’t even had 24 hours together in this new place yet. It was hard to really gauge how you and Jungkook were feeling.

Yuna hums. It’s the same tone you recognize when she has something else to say but doesn’t want to risk hurting your feelings.

You sighed. “It’s so easy to tell when you have something on your mind. Just say it, Yuna.”

She shrugged. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Fine—keep it to yourself. Let it stew all day until you’re ready to burst. I just hope I’m not there for that,” you stated, taking the bowls from her grasp.

She groaned, quickly looking at the guys on the couch with a beer before turning to face you. “Okay, okay. I’m obviously happy that my brother’s back and that you’re together again…”

“But?”

“I just—I love you, and I love my brother, and I just don’t want to see either of you get hurt again,” she finally confessed.

You hold your arms out for a hug, and she slowly walks into your embrace. You squeeze her before she pulls away. “I know. Jungkook and I talked a lot, and I don’t think we will give up so easily. He’s my person, and I will choose him every day, even when it’s hard and I just want to give up. I love him, Yuna, and I’ll continue choosing him until the day I die.”

Yuna’s lips thinned. She was caught in the middle, and seeing both sides almost tore her apart. There wasn’t much she could do but support the both of you as best as she could.

You hug her again. “Don’t worry so much, babe. We’ll be okay. We’re taking it one day at a time. That’s all we can really do right now.”

“It’s good to have you back, man,” Namjoon says, clinking his beer can against Jungkook’s.

“It’s good to be back. I really missed you guys.” He looks back at you and Yuna, hugging and whispering away.

“You getting all settled in?”

“Yeah, we are.” Jungkook scratches Bam’s ears, and he looks up at him with his big doe eyes.

Namjoon looks at the two of you over his shoulder before leaning toward Jungkook. “So, uh, are you guys doing okay?” Jungkook’s eyebrows stitch together in confusion, and he nods. Namjoon breathes a sigh of relief. “I love you guys, but damn, I felt like I went through this rollercoaster of a relationship too. It was pretty brutal.”

Jungkook laughed, rubbing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hyung, we made it out alive on the other side. There’s nothing to worry about now.”

“You, uh, still thinking about your ‘future’?” Namjoon asked, alluding to their conversation when he and Yuna had their housewarming party.

He smiled and nodded. The only dream he had was a future with you, and he was ready to spend the rest of his days getting to know you again, experiencing new things with you, finding new ways to love you, surprise you, excite you.

After Yuna and Namjoon leave, you and Jungkook relax on the couch with Bam, discussing the married couple.

“Were they acting weird, or was it just me?” Jungkook asked, hooking his arm around your neck and kissing your temple.

You chuckled. “No, they were definitely acting weird. But I get it, though. They’re just looking out for us.”

Jungkook hums. “Do you have any other skeletons in your closet I should know about?” he asked half-jokingly.

Well, there was one thing you hadn’t told him about—your mom. And you can tell that your silence makes him worried. “Erm,” you pulled away to face him. “Just one.” Jungkook intently listens. “You know all that stuff with my mom that happened when we were dating?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Well, we argued, but then I discovered she’s really not my mom. My dad had an affair early on in their marriage, and then my birth mom died, leaving me with my dad.” A weight was lifted off your shoulder when you expressed what you had been carrying for a long time.

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he gives you a side hug. “What?” He couldn’t believe the words that came out of your mouth. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now,” you said, pulling away and giving him a small smile. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt because a part of it did. You understood that you would never have the kind of relationship with your mother you envisioned. “And, um, do you remember when Yuna was in the hospital, and I asked you to hold me while we were, you know—on a—yeah.”

He hummed. “Don’t remind me,” he lets out a soft chuckle.

“My mom was also in the hospital, and I apologized for my dad cheating on her and that she had to raise me. And I also told her that even though she never saw me as hers, she’ll always be my mom even if she doesn’t want to be a part of my life.”

Jungkook sighed. “Baby, I’m so sorry that you went through that. Why didn’t you tell me any of this?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I was going through a lot then, and I was pretty insecure about our relationship, all my health stuff, and mom stuff. It was a lot, and I didn’t know how to tell you.”

He lays on your lap, hugging your waist as he looks up at you. “Promise you won’t keep things from me. No matter how hard it is for you to tell me. Just—let’s just be open with one another, okay?”

You hummed in agreement. “I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“And what about you, huh? Any other psycho ex-girlfriends I should know about?” you said flatly.

Jungkook laughed and shook his head. “No more psycho ex-girlfriends, but there is a psycho ex-boyfriend.” You rolled your eyes, hitting his arm. “Kidding!”

Your first full day with Jungkook and Bam was perfect. You lounged around, unpacked, played with Bam, ate, fucked again, and just like that—nighttime came.

You lay facing Jungkook, finding it difficult to believe he was in front of you. “Pinch me,” you say, and Jungkook pinches your nipple. “Ow–don’t pinch me there,” you scowl, rubbing your pebbled nipple.

“You didn’t tell me where to pinch you,” he retorts.

You rolled your eyes. “Fair–”

“Why do I need to pinch you?”

You tuck your hands underneath your cheek. “Because I don’t want this to be a dream.”

Jungkook flashes a small smile, moving a stray hair out of the way. “You’re not dreaming, baby. I promise.”

“But what if I am? And there’s not a strong enough kick to wake me up? What if my totem never falls, and I really am dreaming all of this?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Are you referring to Inception right now?” He laughs, and you push him away.

“I’m being serious, Jungkook.”

His smile falters, and he’s in serious mode now. He shifts closer, draping his arm over you, holding the small of your back. “I know what you mean. We’ve been through a lot, and if you look at where we’ve been and where we are now, it’s pretty remarkable that we survived through it all. But trust me, baby, this–us–it’s real.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just in my head,” you say, resting your hand on his cheek and kissing his lips. “You’re here. Bamie’s here. I’m here,” you chuckle. What else did you really need?

Jungkook gazes into your eyes, ensuring you’re okay. He snuggles in closer, tucking your head under his chin.

“Boyfie?” He hums. “Where do you see us in five years?”

If there was one thing you really did want, you needed to talk to him about it first.

“Five years is a long time from now.”

“Yeah, I know, but I just want us to be on the same page. I don’t want us heading in different directions, hoping we can read each other’s mind or something,” you admit.

Jungkook chuckles, finding you so fucking cute. He withdraws from the embrace, looking at you. “This is what I want to say: I want to focus on the present and worry about the future later. But you want to hear this: I see us getting married, and maybe Bamie has a friend he can play with.”

He didn’t mention the one thing that you were thinking of. You assumed he was avoiding the elephant in the room. “What about kids?”

He takes a deep breath. “Well, I know we have some difficult circumstances with that, but I’d be okay if we didn’t have any. Why? What are you thinking?”

Ever since you got back from LA, you have been doing a lot of research for fertility treatments, along with speaking to your doctor. And who knows, with the ways technology has advanced these days, there could be a possibility of kids in the future. You understood that the road ahead would be tough, but you knew that with Jungkook by yourself, you could weather through anything.

“I, um, I’ve been thinking about starting fertility treatments. I know it’s not a given, and I don’t want to put too much hope into it because who knows if we can even get pregnant,” you stopped because it sounded ridiculous when spoken aloud. “Ugh—it’s dumb and wishful thinking, isn’t it—”

Jungkook holds a finger to your mouth, shushing you. “Baby, if you want this, then I want it too. I’ll do whatever I can to support you. You’re not alone in this, okay?”

You smile. “Thanks, that means a lot, and I know I’m just overthinking again.”

“We’re doing this together, remember?”

“Together,” you lean over to kiss him. “I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Jungkook had this hold on the thing in your chest, and you wouldn’t wanna settle for anyone less. He really had become your place of comfort, ease, and stillness. It felt so easy to slip back into your old routine. You could do this every hour, every minute, every second, seven days a week. Night after night, you just wanted to love him, right.

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vinny.db; got a fucking tattoo and i love it

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kevindebruyne: you wanna get matching tattoos ^vinny.db: oh fuck yeah! booking an appoitment as i tipe this rn 📝 ^kevindebruyne: shit.. ^rubendias: HAHAAHA good luck Kev ^jackgrealish: yeah mate thats on you 🤣🤣

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kevindebruyne; "Are you happy to be in Paris?" oui

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vinny.db: credits to a 75 year old woman who offered to take a picture of us! merci madame blanc! ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 ^jackgrealish: 🤣❤️‍🩹

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jackgrealish; on this day, 22 years ago I meet my best friend @vinny.db and the first thing we did together was sing kareoke 🤣❤️‍🩹

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vinny.db; AJMO HRVATSKA! Idemo riješit Brazilce 🫶🫶 (Sorry Eddy) -Translation: LETS GO CROATIA! Lets finish Brazil 🫶🫶 (Sorry Eddy)

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kevindebruyne; sometimes I forget that your actually Croatian 😭 ^vinny.db: kev how 😭 i literally swear everyday in croatian 😭😭

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useriiii: wait your croatian?what?I tough you were english??😭 ^vinny.db: Hahah 😂 Everyone thinks that but yes Im croatian. My mum and I moved to England after my dad left us and my actual name is Vivijen Veršić. (Obvi my last name chamged after I married Kev). When I meet Jack he called me Vinny as he coudnt say Vivijen so it just stuck :) So if I meet someone I just tell them that Im Vinny so they dont have to twist their toung to say Vivijem bc its actually hard to say it for some people 🤣

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vinny.db; this is me after this absolute shit ass game against argentina - @juliaanalvarez if you dont win that fucking final i swear I will make an time machine and make you win it. I cannot see the french win the damn world cup again after we were robed last world cup. WIN IT JULI (also congrats :))

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kevindebruyne; me and @jackgrealish as well as the other boys and gfs/wifes can confirm that Vinny cried a whole ocean of tears during and after the game. She also swore the fuck out of every argentinian player exept Dybala and Juli 🤣😭 ^jackgrealish: shes still crying 😭😭 ^laporte: Sara and the other girls are comforting her while they all talk shit about the refs and VAR 😭 ^vinny.db: every single FIFA ref, VAR member and every member ingeneral can roll over and die for all i care. Theres people (that arent even croatian) on TWITTER shitting on them for bad decisions. I hate FIFA ^obafemi.5: 😭😭

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vinny.db; soo.. alot of people have been asking why I havent posted anything about myself. Heres why :)

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kevindebruyne; welcome mason 🩵🧸

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vinny.db; little guy is ready to see his daddy play irl for the first time 🥹🫶

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mancity: our new superstar! 🌟

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[urfavslav]

reader is hajime’s older sib & knows inui. haji and reader have a yor & yuri relationship (spy x family)

“How come you’re here, in Japan ?” The platinum blonde pointed at the floor as he rambled on as you were cooking, still in shock with your random appearance.

“I’m just visiting ! plus i wanted me to check on my brother. what’s going on with you seishu ?”

“i.” He stopped to think before he spoke— "I’m doing alright.“ inupi’s eyes traveled downwards to watch his twiddling thumbs, a giddy feeling overtaking him.

You took off your apron and started pulling plates down for your late dinner, "Yeah ? That’s wonderful, i hear you got a motor business goin’ on ?” A small warm smile gracing your features, one he’d missed.

“Mhm, with a friend, you should stop by sometime.” seishu got up to help set the table as the door knobs started twisting, “Hey, (name) who’s at the door ?”

A visiblelight bulb went off above uour head. “HAJI, ITS OPEN !!”

“GOT IT.” A familiar voice shouted back, one he identified as hajime opened your front door.

“(name) ?!” he yells out for you. akin to a marco, polo game. “Kitchen !! and guess who’s over for dinner tonight ?”

A dumbfounded look takes over your brother’s face as he see’s his old best friend sitting at the kitchen island. “Oh, Inupi.” Your brother attends to spew out a jumble of words, making the smallest amount of sense to you and even less to seishu.

“Ah ta ta, think about it and calm down Haji.”

“Why’s inupi over for dinner ? And, how come your over ? Got tired of Italy? What’s for dinner anyway.” He let out his questions in a conscious stream of thoughts, missing how close you got while he spoke.

“Well, I missed ya, figured a visit was in order. Italy is fine, just missed good ol’ japan. I wanted to catch up with you, plus inupi was in the area ! And its soup, zuppa toscana, my favorite <3”

He nodded taking in what you said before listening to you continue. “Won’t be a problem, hm haji ? Go wash up, both of ya’.” Your serpant eyed brother nodded his head as they both went off.

‘this is nice,’ you trailed off in thought, old memories of the four of you together. 'hanging with my boys, gonna miss it when I go back to europe…’

“…me), heyyy…”

“oh sei, thanks, did you guys start eating?” you stopped zoning out as he called you, “well, hajime did..”

“HEY, I WAS STARVING!!” You all laughed before chatting it up at dinner. It’s been a while since you’ve been back and you were enjoying it to the max. Shopping, walking around your hometown, visiting old friends even. Sharing stories of your life in Europe.

After dinner bringing you all together is has come time to break you back apart. Sending inupi home for the night and doing dishes with your brother, giving the evening a nice solemnly atmosphere.

“(Name).. ?” Your brother called out, setting the dried dish back in the cupboard. “Hm ? What’s up Haji ?” He turned, his dark eyes staring straight into yours.

“Would you, consider…” He trailed off, debating to finish his thoughts when you faced him, clearing your throat and making hand motions to continue.

“Would you consider staying here for a while ? You could stay here ! I have an extra room not being used and, I just, kinda miss you..” that last part mumbled under his breath.

Your tired eyes softened at his request, setting the sponge and cup down, you enveloped your brother in a hug. “I’d love it too. I can take care of my lil bro, don’t think I can’t see your eye bags.” Giggling with your sibling you finished the dishes and went off to get ready for bed.

★ all works belong to @urfavslav , do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. thank you !

[imsparky2002]

Barbie in the Nutcracker: First Thoughts

The following is my thoughts while watching this for the first time.

Credits look awful. Still, it’s 2001 and this is the first installment so I’ll give it a pass.

Only know the basic Nutcracker song and theme but nice that it uses an orchestra

Barbie herself doesn’t look too bad but her little sis… yikes.

Kinda weird to see these dolls moving like mocap performers.

Heh! Barbie’s voice actor has the same name as her little sister.

Kelly very clearly sounds like an adult woman trying to do a kiddish voice.

Lipsyncing is odd, looks more like generic flapping.

Surprisingly decent snow effects.

I’m assuming Clara’s parents are either dead or abandoned them. Or they could also just be on vacation.

Is it wrong that I find Grandpa cute? Gives off a very distinguished vibe. Especially that voice.

They call gingerbread houses “christmas boxes”? That’s… interesting.

Kinda wish they gave Clara a different voice from Barbie, or at the very least a different hairstyle.

The lighting is actually pretty good! Nice warm hues, makes me feel like I’m at a cozy inn.

Her little brother looks like the kids who played Fortnite and would tease me in high school. Of course his name is fuckin’ Tommy.

This CGI is reminding me of early PS2 cutscenes.

Aunt Drosselmayer’s got that 90’s Leo DiCaprio/Hugh Grant parting in her hair. Bleh.

Why is Clara the only blonde in the family?

Ooh! We’ve got some family drama between Auntie and Grandpa. This is getting juicy.

Elizabeth is giving me confident bisexual vibes with the voice and manner of movement. Bet you that’s why Grandpa doesn’t trust her.

Looking at the wiki I just found out that Trixie’s VA voices the Aunt, Starlight’s VA is Barbie and Cadence’s VA is one of the kids! Must be a Canadian production.

I will never not find the word “nutcracker” to be hilarious.

Clara, why tf are you fighting over a toy with your lil brother? You’re like… 17? 18? I dunno but it’s way too old.

Seriously they gave Tommy the most punchable face ever. Not that I’d ever punch a kid but I can see why other kids his age would deck him.

Magic shenanigans are ensuing.

I like the medeival look of the rats. The CGI actually fits them well.

Clara wakes up to see an anthropomorphic warrior rat right next to her eating something and is just like “goddamn it, git ya varmint!” I love it.

Oh, she thinks she’s dreaming. That makes sense to why she’s so calm.

Hmm… I feel like the Rat King should look a bit more evil, and larger as well. Still, TIM CURRY! I’m gonna LOVE this.

Woah! We’re getting a fight scene! A swordfighting scene to be exact!

Oooh the Rat King’s magic and can shapeshift his weapon. That’s metal AF.

Tim Curry putting everything into his performance as usual.

I’m kinda surprised we’re already getting a Nutcracker-Rat King battle. I’d have thought they’d save that sorta thing until the third act.

Did they really have to change it to Sugarplum Princess? Fairy just sounds more powerful.

Wow! This snowy cave is beautiful! Something out of a classic painting.

EWWW THESE LIL SNOW FAIRIES LOOK DISGUSTING!

Did this nutfucker not realize that an icy fortress would have ice for the walls?

The fairies doing ballet looks weird because they have nothing to stand on.

Please don’t tell me the small fairy is staying, I hate her.

Dance is currently reminding me of Fantasia.

“The fairies probably went off to make a blizzard somewhere”. The way he said that nonchalantly had me cackling.

The effect of Clara’s footsteps turning into flowers is beautiful.

Pimm sounds like he’s an absolute troll online. Also gives me Psychicpebbles vibes (though I know it’s not him).

Wow the Rat King is a straight up genocider.

Why do all the kids look like Kelly?

OH DEAR GOD THAT LITTLE BOY LOOKS HORRIFYING.

Wait Prince Eric? Are they legally allowed to call him that? We all know how much Disney loves copyrights.

Man these kids are little shits and their outfits are gagworthy.

Major Mint definitely got a big personality, and the voice actor does a good job with it.

Ok Mint is hilarious and is so far the best part of the movie.

Nice to see some Asian rep with Captain Candy.

Wow, Rat King turns his failed employees into stone. Dark!

The zoom in on the Rat King as he says “that’s it?” made me giggle.

Thomas Astruc looked at the Rock Golem and got his first idea for an akuma.

Wait how the hell does Clara know that the Nutcracker is Prince Eric? I mean I already assumed because of the plot of the original ballet, but how does she know?!

The bridge scene gives me the willies, since I’m afraid of heights.

Wow this flower fairy is the only kid-looking character that has a decent design.

Didn’t expect a song to be interrupted by an enemy.

Lol, the Major’s monocle falls off as he sees the giant.

Glad to see the fairies serve a purpose other than dancing. Kick that giant’s ass!

Captain Candy’s a better man than Mint, as he actually makes sure that he gets saved.

Once again, the island is beautiful! Reminds me of Oz with the colored roads.

Ooh clever! At first I thought the castle’s backdrop looked really fake but I just factored it was because it’s 2001 CGI. But it was actually a trap!

Nice we see a test of Clara’s character that she passed.

The invisble hand touching Clara’s hand is actually making me feel kinda teary-eyed internally.

The Rat King definitely has a Napoleon complex.

Loving the character arc for Nutcracker with his final duel.

Ah! So now the Rat King is growing. Fits for the climax.

Huh… Prince Eric looks more like Jimmy Pesto than a prince.

Lol Major Mint realizes he’s been shittalking the prince.

Huh, so Clara’s the princess? I guess it sorta makes sense since it’s her dream.

For those princes out there who are hated by the public, all ya gotta do is fight a giant mouse.

Mint and Candy got the moves! Best dancers of the entire movie.

The final dance between Eric and Clara is absolutely gorgeous.

The villain was taken down by a snowball… I love it.

God Kelly Sheridan and Kirby Morrow really put everything into the scene where Clara disappears.

Lol Kelly’s Canana accent shows up when she says “It’s not a story”.

“What’s all this foolishness about mice kings and bats, Clara? Enough of your womenly hysteria! Time for a lobotomy!” Grandpa, basically.

Actually now that he’s in a suit, Eric looks a lot hotter.

I’m surprised Barbie’s little sister had the attention span to listen to a 1 hour story.

I'll be making a full review of the film soon. Let me know thoughts in the comments and reblogs. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

[burnwater13]

Grogu was in a hurry. He needed to get over to Peli Motto’s garage and talk to her before his dad woke up and noticed that he was gone. Grogu had heard his dad talking in his sleep and Din Djarin had said, ‘It’s my birthday!’ Which was very exciting. 

He had asked the Mandalorian on other occasions if he knew when his birthday was, but the bounty hunter had always sighed and said it didn’t matter. There were only so many days and everyone was born on at least one of them and given how planets had differing orbits around their primary star, his birthdate changed based on where he was. 

Grogu had been surprised by that. He had assumed that all Mandalorians shared the same birthday, like racing fathiers. They were all born on the last day of the year, no matter when they were actually born. Since Mandalorians struck Grogu as being practical people, he thought they would have done the same thing. Then you just have one big party. 

The Jedi didn’t celebrate birthdays. Most of the younglings they collected were so young at the time they were collected, they had no idea when they were born. The Masters didn’t want to give the children anything to argue about so they didn’t do the whole birthday celebration thing. 

Grogu wouldn’t even have known about birthdays had it not been for Peli Motto. She said that on Tatooine they celebrated every trip around the twin suns. Grogu found that peculiar because they hadn’t celebrated any of the times they went off planet and came back. He thought that should count. 

Peli had laughed long and hard at that. “No, ya’ lil’ womp rat! Not trips off planet. The planet goes around the suns and then you know a year has passed and you have a party! Didn’t you ever have a day when everyone ya’ knew gave ya’ presents?”

Grogu had shook his head ‘no’. Peli seemed quite outraged on his behalf. 

“Well, we are just gonna have to figure out when you were born, or hatched, or budded or whatever your kind does.”

Grogu had liked that idea but he had no idea how that would work. Peli had looked at his feet to see if they had rings like a tree. But they didn’t. They were very ticklish and she and the pit droids learned that the hard way. Still she was game to keep trying and they looked at his teeth to see if he had anything that show or indicate his age. Nope. 

Finally she said that she would just celebrate the anniversary of when they first met. Grogu liked that idea. He had told his dad and Din Djarin had laughed and said he’d check the ship’s log to see what day they had first come to Tatooine. Grogu reminded him to do all the calculations using Tatooine’s orbit and information. The Mandalorian had laughed but he had agreed.

When they had finally reached that anniversary, Peli had pulled out all the stops and they had a big fun party with all the pit droids and mechs and Peli had given Grogu a hat to wear as a present so his ears wouldn’t get sun burned. It was a very nice present. He gave Peli a present too. A nice soft bump on the head because that’s how Mandalorian’s showed affection. Peli asked him what the Jedi would have done and Grogu just shrugged. The Jedi were not an affectionate people. 

But now, here they were, with Din Djarin mumbling about it being his birthday! Grogu wanted to help Peli decorate the garage and get the pit droids and mechs all cleaned up and make Din something delicious to celebrate with. Maybe a frog stew or gorg surprise (the surprise was that the casserole contained gorg). 

Peli had laughed at that when Grogu got there. 

“Come on, kid, we gotta make yer’ dad a cake! A big delicious cake with lots of frosting and all sorts of decorations!” 

Grogu was very excited about that right up to the moment that Peli turned to Din, as he came trotting into the garage, obviously having followed Grogu from the ship, and asked him for the credits to buy the cake. 

“What cake?” The Mandalorian asked. He was not amused. 

“The kid says it’s your birthday and he wanted to get you a great big delicious cake to celebrate!”

Grogu sighed. No way was Din going to do that. He just wasn’t a birthday kind of guy.

“Fine. But it can only be half frog. Got it?” Din stated looking at Peli.

Grogu to tell his protector was smiling under his helmet. Maybe Din had just needed the right people to celebrate with!

[artinclined-jointheartside]

I find it amusing that you likened Terra to a Rottweiler of all critters. AND BABY LIAM!!! Oh my god he really is a baby, he's a mama's boy that is overprotective of her (like a little kid going up against the big kids that are Eda and Raine). I can't stop smiling, this is hilarious. If kid Eda and Raine couldn't imagine Terra being a mom, I can only imagine how they could've reacted if they met Liam hahahaha

BAHAHAHA!

Okay, I actually have to credit my friend @lynnnexus because she's the one who described their dynamic that way! And when I saw that I couldn't believe how utterly perfect it was, LOL Because, yes, Terra is absolutely a Rottweiler for her hoard of ducklings~

That said, omg, Eda and Raine meeting lil' Liam!! XD I can only imagine!

I figure it would go something like this -

Eda: "Who's the little twirp with Snapdragon, ya think?" Raine: "Mmmm, good question... should we be worried?" Eda: "I dunno, he's hangin pretty close. Almost like he wants to be with her." Raine: ".... ew." Eda: "Definitely brainwashed." Raine: "Don't joke like that." <unaware of the future irony...

Terra: "Now, now, Dewdrop, play nice~" Liam: "They're staring." Terra: "Let them! Not our problem if they weren't taught manners." Liam: *growling* Terra: "You're adorable, you know that?" Liam: "Mum,don'tsaythatoutloud!" <not so secretly preening.

[goldenguillotines]

[Xurxee nods a little.]

"I hadn't thought of that... You're... not wrong too."

"F-fifteen sweeps? You must know her well."

"Hmm, we are close. I think. But, I'm not sure I believe that. You've known her much longer."

"I do feel, really comfortable around her. It's nice."

->He tilts his head a little.. but nods

"Ey, I Wouldn't lie 'bout that tiMe! Nyeheheh~ >w<"

"Just 'cause I've knoWn her for that long, doesn't Mean she's an open book. IM faMiliar With the stuff ya' Would knoW about a friend. Not super intiMate like.. but enough."

"Pfff.. Give yerself a lil credit here, ya can get along With soMeone quicker than like Me n' her."

"But ey.. That's all good, I'd hope ya like her. She's a real treat! She's been talkin' about ya alMost every tiMe she pops around."

"Ya should Make her a lil bouquet With theM floWers ya pick! Ya Might get her all types of flustered in a good Way~"

->He grins wiggling his Eyebrows for a brief moment before laughing it off

"Kid, I kid~ But I knoW it Would Make her happy! That's for sure!"

[j0kers-light]

I know you're busy but I couldn't help myself. Take as long as you need but I'm excited to see what you think

How would J would react if his Light gave him a knife like this one.

Or like this

I mean, she's smart, so she gets something that he thinks is too pretty to kill with. I feel like his brain would break into a million pieces.

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Let’s talk about it @spaghettificationandpretzels !!!

Here's a lil something something ya know a reaction snippet if you will🖤✨

Y/n is a smart woman and knows that Joker needs the right tools to get the job done HOWEVER! who says he can’t be all murder stabby stabby in style?

Joker is always going on and on about 'nothing but the best for his Bunny' well. Nothing but the best for your J!

You had the idea of getting him something for days and this was your window of opportunity!

You grabbed your laptop and credit card and started shopping for the finest knives and daggers money could buy. It was high time you bought something for your lover. You couldn't think of a better gift for a man infamous for knives.

Joker wasn’t expecting any gifts from you (he's usually the one that does the spoiling) so he was a bit wary when you burst through the door in excitement holding a present.

He was in the middle of mapping out some plans but your megawatt smile quickly gained his attention.

"Uh hey doll? Whatcha got there, hmm?"

You were confident he would love it so you bounced over like the bunny you were named after and plopped down straight onto his lap.

Joker caught you and arched an eyebrow when you all but shoved the present into his face.

"Open it!" You beamed.

J rolled his eyes but took the present while he kept a hand securely on your back to keep you from falling off his lap. He admired the ornate white bow on top and untied it carefully under your watchful eye. The black wrapping paper however was torn to shreds. Then Joker got to see the fancy box in it's entirety.

"A box inside of a err box. I loooove it, Bunny."

You pushed at his shoulder, "Boy, don't play with me." He snickered and whispered a 'just teasin ya' before popping open the lid.

You watched his green eyes widen and you patted yourself in the back.

His fingers gently hovered over the blade cushioned on top of grey velvet. It was a work of art, he almost didn't want to touch it. He didn't say anything for over a minute and you were getting worried.

"Do... you like it?" You pressed.

Joker shook his head and you thought the worst.

"This is for me?" He glanced up and watched you nod slowly. He scoffed. No one had ever given him something just for the sake of it, and especially not something this nice. Nah something was up.

"Uh... why?"

Your face fell. This wasn't the reaction you were planning on receiving when gifting Joker a knife. You expected his signature laugh and a joke or two not.. whatever this was.

"Oh. You don't like it. I-I thought a cool looking dagger would be right up your alley. Alright um, I think I still have the receipt lying around here som--"

"Y/n. I love it. I meanT, why did ya buy it?"

You tilted your head with an adorable pout. Wasn't it obvious?

You didn't mean to laugh but, "Joker um, you buy me stuff all the time even when I don't need it. You deserve nice things too."

Joker couldn't believe his ears. He looked into your e/c eyes and saw the truth. You did this because you wanted to and not out of some favor or low bribe. This act didn't benefit you in the slightest yet you still went out of your way to buy him something. He was speechless and hid his blushing face by looking at the blade again.

It was exquisite with an intricate silver design as the sheath and it had gemstones of onyx and crescent emeralds inlaid therein.

It was too beautiful to use as a weapon and because his Light bought it for him, he would cherish it forever.

You gasped when Joker leaned in and gave you a passionate kiss. You grabbed onto his shoulders before you lost your balance and fell off his lap. Like Joker would allow that to happen. His arm was still wrapped around your back as a safety percaution.

Joker's kiss was raw and filled with emotion but he broke away to let you breathe. His gasps for air washed over your swollen lips with each exhale.

"ThanK youuuu for the gift, baby doll. How will I ever uh, repay you?" He grinned at your dazed expression.

"Huh? Y-you don't have to...."

Joker put his new knife on the desk behind you before adjusting you properly so you straddled his lap. "Oh what's that? You accept kisses as form of payment? Won-der-ful."

You squealed as Joker attacked you all over with his approved form of payment.

All in all, you were buying Joker more things in the future.

[sk3tch404]

I gotchu fam, us Ren'py users must stick together after all, even when our code doesn't wanna cooperate with us and throw the computer equivalent of a temper tantrum, just because we forgot a line break or a : 😔✊

As for the aforementioned OC, uhhhh

https://imgur.com/a/6Fz9hff

Full credits to my friend for the drawing, cause she's also the co-creator of our boy 🙏

Infodumping time: he's basically part of a whole batch of animal hybrid OCs for a hypothetical game and yk what I'm just gonna copy paste a discord essay I wrote about him on "why he can't be a yandere in my eyes" <- literally what I wrote last year

Mosquitö

Haha, look at this lil chuunibyou motherfucker, also has a case of weak twink syndrome who doesn't and refuses to work out, he claims that gaining muscles would make him look less like an evil seductive vampire, but everyone knows that it's actually because the dude can't even lift the lightest of weights at the gym and was too embarrassed to return to the gym for a second time because of said incident. Would also be too intimidated by you after your first encounter because he genuinely just doesn't rlly talk to anyone for more than 30secs, and that's with the old ladies in his neighbourhood if anything he just gets excited that ur not put off by his behaviour and already treasures the fact that u still put up with him and don't just straight up leave after the first encounter like most other ppl he's met.

I think my friend also has a doc w his general character info but I don't have it at hand rn so 🤷‍♀️

Hope ya enjoy!

-Ren'py anon

Oh

my

god

HE"S HOT?!?!?!?!?

tbh I was expecting a hacker nonny situation.

YOUR FRIEND IS SO TALENTED

FUCK HE"S SUCH A VAMPIRE ANIME BOY I LOVE IT

IDC IF HE"S A MOSQUITO HYBRID HE CAN SUCK MY BLOOD ANY DAY AND THROW ME AWAY

I love this little character summary! It's way different than from the whole, 'hot 18th century vampire that looks down on mortals'. He actually has issues and has a effective comedic effect on him.

And it's kind of sweet that he only talks to the old ladies lol

He's so anxious that he's even scared of talking to the elderly people around :o that's so me

Wow both of our vampire OC's don't go to the gym 😍😍😍 I just blame my OC's muscle on vampire genetics, but yours is way more fun.

We can literally overpower him if we have some sort of constant past physical activity, so i guess that means he's more of a nice and docile yandere? Or maybe he has a short temper now that he's a itty bitty obsessed 😫

The OC's route I'm working on is kind of like yours! He's anxious, doesn't talk much unless player heavily starts the convo, and gets obsessed because player is one of the only people who was REALLY nice to him.

They should hang out tbh.

Yandere playdate!!! 🥺🥺🥺 Awww they're so quiet and akward... Oh wait. Oh shit they're conspiring together.

AW FUCK DON'T BUST OUT THE ROPE-

Please hand the character info over if you can! I would love to draw my OC and yours together sometime!

[xzho-writes]

and so, i confide in parchment and ink

pairings: itto, thoma, xiao x gn!reader

genre: angst/comfort

summary: in which you are separated from the genshin men, and their only way of communicating with you is through words scribbled on a blank piece of paper.

wc: 600, 600, 700

warnings:

a/n: i’m dividing these into three parts with three characters in each. thank you all for these past few months, and i hope to be back some time in the future!

directory

- ✦ masterlist - ✦ series masterlist - ✦ (pt.1), (pt.3)

itto

arataki itto sighs for what feels like the nth time that afternoon. with his head lazily supported by his left hand he kicks another stray pebble lying by his foot, hoping to ease the boredom plaguing his being.

it doesn’t work, really. the poor rock skids down the path for nothing, and itto finds himself as grumpy as he used to be.

shinobu watches her leader, her friend, from where she sits on the ground tending to a small campfire in the hopes of finally making the gang some lunch. an idea hits the young girl then as she nods to herself, proud of her quick thinking.

she never did like the glum look on itto’s usually chipper expression.

“why don’t you write them a letter or something? you know, so you can actually find out how they’re doing instead of grouching around all day?”

shinobu is greeted with silence but not for long. itto’s head perks up with frightening speed at her suggestion, whirring around to face her with stars in his crimson eyes. she’s grateful for the mask currently on her face- she didn’t want itto to see the disappointment marring her lips.

“oh, shinobu! you’re a genius!”

“don’t tell me you haven’t thought of that before,” she tuts.

the only response she gets is the shy scratch itto gives to his neck, accompanied by his bashful chuckle.

“ah, well... you see...”

shaking her head in disbelief shinobu stands and turns to find her rucksack sitting by the nearby tree. to her relief, inside was a small notebook and a half-used pencil. it never hurt to carry such equipment around and it seemed this situation was a great example. she’d prefer for the oni to use some sort of ink so that his letter would look at least somewhat presentable but this would have to do, she supposed.

after taking the items out and turning back to face her friend, she found that itto was already looking at her expectantly with poorly suppressed excitement. 

“here,” she said as she coaxed the paper and pencil into itto’s comically large hands. 

the grin on his face grew even larger. “thanks, shinobu! you’re always so prepared- as expected of the arataki gang’s second in command, of course!”

“just,” shinobu could only sigh, “just try to keep your writing neat, alright?”

“hey! what’s that supposed to mean?!”

—

“hey, lovebug!

bet you weren’t expecting a letter from your one and oni, were ya? i’d take all the credit for this idea but i gotta hand over some of it to shinobu, haha! thought i was hiding my impatience pretty well but i guess not- she saw right through me and guessed what the problem was. said stuff about me being crabby, or something.

but anyways! i miss you :(

it’s so boring here without you to liven up the place. the gang’s fun and all, sure, but it’s just not the same without you. i’m still sad you didn’t allow me to come with, you know. hurts my big ol’ heart just thinking about your rejection!

i’ve cried and am still crying and it’s all your fault, lovebug. bring me something nice back to make up for it?

...joking! i forgave ya as soon as you hurt my feelings, hehe.

oh, by the way, i have a surprise for you when you come back! actually, screw the surprise- i found a really huge and strong-looking onikabuto when i was scouting for my next champion! i’d keep him for myself but it’s only right for you to have ‘em. you’ve never had an onikabuto of your own, right? 

not only do you have the gang and i waiting but this lil guy’s just itching to finally meet you. i can just tell!

my arms are empty so hurry up and fill the space ;)

- itto.”

thoma

“—oma! thoma!”

“y-yes?”

the shoulder beneath ayaka’s palm jumps at her sudden touch. the young kamisato flits a worried glance to her brother sitting beside her and ayato could only crease his brows at thoma’s skittish reaction. a sigh slipped through thoma’s lips after realising what, or who, had surprised him.

ayaka withdrew her hand and instead layed it over his forearm in concern. the eldest kamisato shifted beside her to catch a better look at his friend who was seemingly in some form of distress.

“are you alright, thoma? you’ve been acting rather... odd, recently.”

“r-really? i guess the hot pot must be getting to me.”

ayato’s arms crossed in a way that said i don’t buy it, and ayaka’s brow raised at the evident lie.

the head housekeeper could only sag his shoulders in defeat, chuckling with slight embarrassment. it’s not like thoma’s surprised the two could make out his white lie. the trio had been friends for as long as he could remember, after all. 

besides, there was nothing wrong with confiding in your closest confidants, right? with some newfound courage thoma managed to briefly explain his predicament.

neither ayato and ayaka looked too shocked with his explanation. it seemed like they were expecting such a confession, even.

“honestly, i just didn’t think i’d miss them this much... it’s not even like they left inazuma or anything! they always visit their parents at this time of the year but it’s never been an issue before.”

ayato leaned forward on the table decisively, a solution immediately brewing in his calculative mind. “then what say you to the idea of writing a small letter?” 

“that’s a great idea!” voiced ayaka enthusiastically.

the young blond blinked, once, twice, before letting out a sound akin to that of a sad mewl. “but i don’t want to bother them! i might just end up being annoying.”

“don’t be silly, thoma. i’m sure they’ll appreciate it! i’d love to receive something if i were in their position. and besides,” she squeezed his arm encouragingly, “i think it shows how much you value their presence.”

with a single affirmative nod the kamisato clan’s leader stood and smoothed out his attire. “then that’s that. come, my office has an abundance of spare papers. although... i might need to send someone to fetch some envelopes,” ayato muttered.

“wait—!”

ayaka was already up and tugging him along before thoma could begin to refute their grandiose idea.

—

“hello sweetie,

sorry for reaching out to you all of a sudden- i was encouraged to do so by ayaka and ayato, so i hope you don’t mind receiving this. honestly speaking, though, i should thank them for their encouragement.

i’ve had the same idea for a while but i didn’t want to bother you or anything. after all, i’m normally used to these regular visits of yours and don’t feel the need to reach out but i guess i’m just missing you loads this time, huh?

i don’t know what else to write other than ‘i miss you and i can’t wait to have you back here with me’, so i think i’ll just tell you about how i’ve been doing! nothing bad’s happened, really: just helping around wherever i can. however my days are noticeably less... exciting? more dull? i’m not sure how to explain it completely but i can only guess it’s cause you’re not around.

who knew that a single person would make such a difference in my life?

i miss you, hun. come back safely, alright?

oh, you don’t have to reply back or anything! i’d hate to trouble you and i know you’re spending time with your family so don’t feel obligated to write me back, don’t worry.

with all my love,

- thoma.”

xiao

there’s a soft breeze that glides through the adeptus’ dark tresses, tousling the velvety strands in a gentle manner. xiao huffs a small sigh at the soothing feeling. a single, golden ginkgo leaf twirls aimlessly beside his head, and the man finds himself reaching out for the delicate thing.

it’s tiny in his palm. pretty and soft, and rather beautiful. xiao had been alive for time immemorial but had always found the leaf to be gorgeous. they flutter by like children born of wind and nature- golden rain when they fall in numbers, giving liyue its signature glow.

but most importanly, they signify home. 

he crushes it. it reminds him of you. 

you, who are currently not in his presence.

it’s been a few days since he’s last had contact with you and, although he was more than used to the feeling of being alone, being away from you had definitely done a number to his mood. your adventures had stolen you to the land of eternity- a place well out of his reach. 

oh, how he hates what you’ve done to his mind. to not only his mind but to his body and soul, too. where xiao had been content with his lonesome in the past the arrival of your presence in his life had flipped his world upside down.

it didn’t feel right to not have you yapping away at him for hours on end. something he noticed rather quickly was how empty, how cold, his body had felt ever since your departure. he never could’ve imagined just how much he truly appreciated your body heat, how much he appreciated the fact that you’d share it with someone as monstrous as he.

xiao didn’t feel right, simply put. he had to reach out for you, had to have you here with him somehow- he had to.

with nothing but a resolute mind, xiao conjures up the image of a certain fatherly adeptus and finds himself by the man’s side a few seconds after.

the former archon smiles, taken by surprise at the younger male knelt before him.

“xiao?”

“rex lap— zhongli, i’m… in need of assistance.”

the eldest of the two places a welcoming hand on xiao’s shoulder, hoping to ease his rigid posture.

“of course,” zhongli begins. his hand glides down towards xiao’s upper arm in order to lift him from his lowly position, voice gentle and low timbre ever present. “lift yourself, there is no need. what may i help you with?”

alatus rises, grateful, and begins to explain his situation.

—

“(name),

forgive how stiff this letter might sound, i’ve never been good with words. i know you already knew this but i still feel the need to apologise. i’m sorry.

i just wanted to check in on you. it’s been a while since i’ve last seen you, since i’ve last heard from you. there’s an odd feeling in my chest- something that only ever appears in your absence. i’m not exactly sure what it is but i have an idea.

anxiety, i suppose, as you call it. worry. all those human emotions you’ve told me about. 

but it’s normal, right? to be concerned for your partner like this, i mean. you always tell me you feel the same whenever i’m away. 

it’s weird how our positions have now switched, but let me be straightforward: how are you? are you well? 

i’ve told you to simply call out my name whenever you’re in need but i’m also aware of your capabilities and your love for independence. i won’t be one to strip you of such values. 

(more regrettably, it’s much harder for me to locate you now that you’re outside the lands of liyue- that which i am eternally bound to.)

so, write back to me as soon as you receive this message. send it to wangshu inn, and verr goldet will be sure to hand it over to me.

don’t keep me waiting for too long,

- xiao.”