#pls come home i will embrace the rot

[sleeplesssmoll]

Self-Image: How comfortable is the Timekeeper in her own skin?

This is purely speculative and more of a list of questions to consider. Food for thought!

Considerations

Scars

How does she feel about the scars on her back? (And scars in general cause I'm sure she has them but they aren't mentioned canonically unless they magicked them away with arcanum antics)

Is she self-conscious about her scars on her back or is it because she doesn't want to make feel people feel uncomfortable?

Is it one of the reasons she always wears long pants and long sleeves, or is that just a fashion choice?

Causal Nudity

This one seems silly but if you've lived with or stayed with other people, things happen. Someone walks into your room without knocking. You forgot to bring your towel. Your working on something and your clothes ride up, get torn, etc.

There are some people who could confidently strut around naked as the day they were born and others who lay awake at tonight 3 years later and get embarrassed by the memory of being walked in on. The there are also people who are apathetic to the whole thing and don't see to care. They won't leave the room undressed but they don't mind if someone walks in on them either.

I'll be honest, I can't see her in the first one and Sweetheart is probably a better example. For those who don't know her, these are some of her lines:

"Hmm... hah... a silk robe? Thank you, but I don't want it. Dress me up with Chanel No.5 (perfume). Only that is my nightwear." (Vertin trying to make her stop sleeping nude. It didn’t work.)

Now, you could say this is Vertin being uncomfortable with other people's nudity but it could also be her playing the part of Suitcase Dad and making sure the little ones (or anyone for that matter) aren't exposed to things they didn't sign up for. However, my question is more about Vertin herself. This exmaple is just to paint a picture.

In the second instance, Vertin would be very self-conscious. Is it shame/fear, and if so why (side-eyeing the Foundation rn)? Or perhaps she doesn't want to talk about the scars on her back/body? Maybe it has nothing to do with her but the way people react. She doesn't want to make people feel uncomfortable.

Or maybe she's just shy about stuff like that and and for once has nothing to do with her trauma 🥹

In the final case, Vertin doesn’t really care. Maybe it's because she grew up in a dormitory where it's common to change in front of other kids. Or she could be used to the medical exams and tests from the Foundation who didn't care about her privacy.

It could be a newer development. For example, Regulus barges in without knocking all the time. The kids scamper in on their own (the Twins, Erik, etc) The ghosts phase in and out of her room. She got used to it.

That being said, the person she's interacting with also plays a part. Levels of comfort are influenced by the other person in the situation. She might not flinch if it's one of the kids coming to her crying about a broken toy or what not. On the other hand, Tennant will be escorted out immediately by Sonetto and Dikke. I'm exaggerating of course, but I think it helps me explain what I'm trying to say. Nothing is all conclusive.

The Self

Unlike the others, this leans harder on perception. Who does Vertin see when she looks in the mirror? Is it someone she's proud of or someone she can't face? These things can warp your self-image and influence many things.

Self love, Self worth, and the extent to what you believe you "deserve". For example Do you deserve to be "loved"? If you don't believe that it might be hard to believe other people could love you either. Maybe you feel like you deserve suffering because you don't value your own worth.

(For anyone needing to hear this, everyone deserves happiness).

I'm curious to know other people's thoughts on this. Feel free to mention things I missed!

On a scale of 1 to 5, how comfortable is Vertin in her own skin? Heck Drop some hcs on me too if you'd like. I eat them up lol

[maximoffwitch]

Glad your back! Hope all is well and continues being so!

For any drabble or blurb, I’ll just be really happy with some Natasha x avenger reader, fluffy stuff with Nat being a little spoon? If possible please! Thank you! 🙏🤍

After a Hard Day’s Work

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

summary: After a long day, Natasha comes home to the best thing she could ask for: you.

word count: 660

a/n: at this point idk how long or short a drabble or blurb is even supposed to be?? anyways pls enjoy this and keep sending me some short ideas :))

Natasha let out a long sigh, as she stepped into the New York apartment she shared with you. A year into your relationship, the two of you decided to finally move out of the compound and settle in a home of your own.

Dropping her bag and keys next to the door, Nat couldn't stop the small smile from creeping onto her face when she heard you humming along to music playing in the kitchen.

"Nat?" you called out, knowing your girlfriend had come home, having sense her energy. You tried not to use your powers when they weren't necessary, but telekinesis wasn't something you could just easily turn on and off.

"Hey, detka," she entered the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your waist, careful not to distract you from whatever you were stirring on the stove.

"Hi, my love," you sank into your girlfriends embrace and turned your head to greet her with a quick peck. "Hard day?"

"Mhm," Natasha hummed against your skin, as she nuzzled her nose into the crook of your neck. "It was hell. Fury and Hill piled on the paper work from last mission, which took forever, so I'm sorry I'm a bit late."

"No worries," you clicked off the stove and turned around to face the redhead. You did well to hide your frown, but your heart ached, as you could see the exhaustion radiating off your girlfriend. "I drew you a hot bath so it's warm when you get in and dinner is almost ready."

Natasha returned your beaming expression with one of wonder. She would never understand how someone like her could ever deserve someone like you, and yet here you were.

Pulling you closer by the pockets of your apron, Natasha kissed you, pouring all of her appreciation and love for you into the kiss.

"You are the absolute best," she whispered, tenderly tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "What would I do without you?"

"Hopefully you'll never have to find out," you gave her a cheeky smile.

"How about," Natasha's voice dropped an octave lower, as she moved her hands closer to your ass, "we come back for dinner later, and you join me in my bath?"

Never one to refuse your girlfriend, you fondly rolled your eyes and smirked, "If you wanted to see me naked, Romanoff, all you had to do was ask."

Natasha chuckled heartily and pulled you by the hand, dragging you towards the bathroom. The two of you quickly stripped your clothes before sinking into the warm bubbly water.

"Thank you for this," Natasha leaned back against your chest, intertwining your fingers with hers.

"No need to thank me, Nat" you beamed down at her, her moist skin positively glowing in the dim candlelight.

Leaning her head back so she could look up at you, Natasha bit her lip, "I love you."

"I love you too," you kissed her forehead, as the redhead contently closed her eyes.

You basked in the comfortable silence the two of you shared, taking great pleasure in the feeling of Natasha's skin against your own.

"Sometimes I wonder," you hummed, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "what the world would think..."

"What the world would think about what?" Nat sat up to lean her head back against your shoulder, furrowing her brows slightly.

"What would people think of the mighty, formidable Black Widow being the little spoon in a lavender-scented bubble bath with her girlfriend?"

"Oh, shut up," she bit back a grin and pinched you.

"Ouch," you pouted playfully, giving her your best doe eyes, "that hurt."

"I'm sorry, lyubov moya," Natasha atoned, as she turned so she now straddling you, her nipples barely brushing yours, causing you to inhale sharply.

You gulped, as you recognized the sultry look in your girlfriends eyes.

"How can I make it up to you?" she huskily whispered, pulling your earlobe between her teeth.

"I can think of some ways."

[ntls-24722]

hello lgbtq community its ur (almost) daily music man content

Scopophobia and general body horror beware!

WD Gaster DJMM!

Honestly, this was literally just based off the fact I saw WD gaster artwork. For a guy with multiple hands Gaster just makes sense to be my latest victim of Music Man'ification. He was going to be a centipede because centipedes are terrifying but I opted for a snake because i was too lazy to draw a kajillion little hands (even though i've made millipede music men... two)

Buuuut the snake aspect also helps with another little detail - as a focus on Gaster's experience on being yote across time and space, his body extends infinitely, across the cosmos, different realities, different timelines. His body is likely to be found as a black line across space but as he gets more lost his face remains almost never seen.

Long.

@linxprime's Space Guard DJMM!

I notice more details that I missed the more i look at this. I missed two whole arms! and i wish i could've shown his freaky two-thumbed hands, but these were all done in school and i had limited references. I'm probably redrawing your guy tomorrow because there's just simply TOO MANY mistakes.

Though I seriously have to ask you how you came up with the pant contraption. I feel like spiders are one of the the most ridiculous creatures on Earth you could attempt putting pants on and somehow you figured it out.

Pink Legacy! One of the few music men in my roster whose story i can actually explain in a single post.

They're not Music Man - They don't take the role or name of him. But they did take his head and are now wearing it like a trophy!

Way back before Pizzeria Simulator, before Music Man was even auctioned, someone noticed his suspicious demeanor and began to work at the company that created him to be able to secretly inspect him. They cracked him open one night and realized in classic FNAF fashion, "oh shit, there's bodies in this robot" and said robot proceeded to smash their skull between his cymbals before they could squeal about it to anyone, leaving their body to rot in secret.

The insects that aided in their decomposition, for some weird reason, ate them and received their memories. Memories of how to move, how to think like a person, and the very last thing they remember - getting totally murdered. Taking over the rest of their corpse they became this horrific bug colony and turned Music Man into scrap metal and wore his head as a trophy like the freak bug colony they are.

However, while they had their revenge, now as this new being they were haunted by the memories of not what was within him but the person they used to be, with attempts to come back to the friends and family ending in said friends and family being horrified of what just arrived at their doorstep. Eventually they had to flee to the wilderness and leave their humanity behind, though this bug colony began to embrace their new existence (Despite their appearance, Pink Legacy is just a creepy ass hippie).

But eventually humanity finds them again with a high schooler named Tillie finding Pink Legacy in the wilderness, and, despite the creepy haunted atmosphere constantly oozing out of PL, Tillie is admittedly too fascinated by them to not try and fuck around a little.

Despite PL's creepy vocabulary and... everything about them, somehow Tillie is able to discover that PL is harmless and the worst they will do is accidentally cause an ant infestation in your home.

[withloveajaxx]

24 to 25, just stay with me

✧ genre: albedo, diluc, childe, kaeya, kazuha thoma, venti, xiao, and zhongli x gn! reader fluff

✧ warnings: tooth rotting fluff none

✧ summary: how they spend christmas eve with you.

✧ note: listen to 24 to 25 by stray kids you will not regret it one bit thanks JSJXKSKD but yea, please enjoy this as a little christmas gift i guess? i couldn't plan anything so yea, here are special hcs of everyone i kinda know how to write for LMAO. THIS IS VERY LONG and not beta read at all but anyways, i hope yall have an amazing christmas, pls enjoy this!! <33

ALBEDO

christmas eve with albedo consists of helping klee prepare cookies, milk, and a christmas wishlist for santa.

you'd spend the day baking cookies in the kitchen with the assistance of klee.

albedo is surprisingly a great baker, following the chocolate chip cookie recipe exactly and producing one of the best cookies you've ever tasted.

gives you a gentle smile when he sees both you and klee thoroughly enjoying the cookies he made.

his heart warms and he pecks your lips softly, thanking you with the same gentle smile when you tell him how good the cookies are.

when day turns to late night and klee is fast asleep, you both start to eat the cookies she left for santa claus on the table.

albedo holds the cookie up to your lips for you to bite, then he bites the cookie himself.

casual conversations ensue until the plate of cookies are finished, the glass of milk empty, and the clock's hands show that it's well past midnight.

would definitely cuddle with you as you two get ready for sleep, arms wrapping around your figure and pulling you closer to him to keep warm.

places a gentle forehead kiss before muttering a, "good night, darling, and merry christmas", voice soft and laced with utter adoration as he joins you in a peaceful slumber.

DILUC

diluc still has a bit of work at the tavern during christmas eve, but he makes sure to end extra early to come and spend time with you.

while diluc works for a bit in the morning, you go around mondstatd distributing gifts to your friends.

during lunch, he's definitely taking you out to eat somewhere special, fondly chatting with you as you eat and watch as other people enjoy their christmas eve.

you both have had a pretty long and wonderful day so when the night finally comes and diluc arrives home, you cozy up by the fireplace.

after you're all freshened up, diluc sits on one of the bigger chairs near the fireplace, inviting you, albeit a bit shyly, to sit on his lap so he could hold you.

you both fight off the chilly winter air with the warmth from the fireplace and from your own bodies.

luckily, the chair is big enough to allow you to curl and fit snugly into his protective and welcoming embrace.

whether you decide to start a conversation or stay quiet, diluc wouldn't mind. as long as he had you safe and comfy in his arms, that was all that mattered to him.

he'd cradle your head tenderly to his chest, his chin atop your head ad you both let time pass by.

it's when you're fast asleep when diluc carries you carefully to the bedroom and lays you on the bed, your smaller figure still enveloped in his arms as he mutters a small "merry christmas, my love.".

CHILDE

he's a family man so you'll definitely be spending christmas eve with him and his family.

childe spends the day of christmas eve watching as you play and spend time with his younger and older siblings.

there's an indescribable warmth that spreads through his chest when he hears or sees his siblings giggling loudly as you play with them and tell them stories.

he'd join both you and his siblings when you venture outside. he makes sure you're properly warmed up, hand around your waist pulling you close to him at all times.

aside from making sure you're warm, he also makes sure you're having fun, pelting snowballs at you when his siblings initiate snowball fights and such.

after a cold day outside, you all settle down with a chritmas cartoon movie marathon.

tonia and teucer have decided to take purchase on your lap, blankets wrapped snuggly around them. you, on the other hand, take shelter on childe's vacant shoulder.

childe's cheek rests on the top of your head and one of his arms wrap around you, tracing patterns onto your shoulder while his free arms ocasionally pets tonia and teucer's heads.

he isn't even that focused on the movie so he can immediately tell when you've joined his siblings in a peaceful sleep.

he'd wrap a separate blanekt around the two of you and plant a lingering kiss to the top of your head, whispering "rest well, baby. merry christmas," into your hair.

KAEYA

kaeya's a social butterfly so he often get's invited to some christmas eve parties in mondstatd.

whichever party or gathering he decides to attend, you are for sure coming with him.

when you show him you're outfit, he's automatically moving in to peck your lips saying, "beautiful as always, sweetheart."

if you're outfit isn't as warm as you expected it to be, kaeya drapes his dress jacket over your shoulders.

links your arms together and walks around the festive streets of mondstatd, the christmas joy effectively spreading all around.

of coruse, you get home from a day of socializing and walking around the snowy streets of mondtstad, and all kaeya wants to do is unwind.

the type to have a little romantic candle lit dinner in your shared home, christmas music playing softly in the background with some wine or your drink of choice.

your home is filled with chatter and hearty laughter as the night continues to pass, time ticking quickly as you continue to stay up.

you're quite surprised when the clock striked 12 midnight, kaeya taking one last sip from his glass before taking you hand from atop the wooden table and bringing it to his soft lips. "well would you look at that, how time passes, hm? merry christmas, angel."

KAZUHA

after the vision hunt decree had calmed down and kazuha was no longer a wanted individual, you spend your christmas eve day was spent taking a calming stroll around the outskirts of inazuma.

as a traveler and adventurer, he loves exploring new areas and lands.

the wheather was perfect for a little stroll as well, the air cool and calming as the clouds slightly cover the clouds overhead.

he'd take his time catching up missed time with you, hand intertwined gently in yours while you aimlessly walk through the terrains of the land.

he knows you might get tired walking around all day though, so he'd bring you back to your temporary shared home a bit early.

once night falls, kazuha's already cradling you in his arms as you lay in bed.

one of his hands is in your hair, gently running his hands through strands and massaging your scalp.

another hand is protectively placed on your hip, and his lips are permanently on the top of your head.

he hums and sings little songs as the remaining hours of christmas eve pass. sometimes he'll quietly sing little christmas songs onto the crown of your head, and other times he's hum a random tune he picked up from somewhere.

either way, kazuha's calming and quiet voice brings you to sleep, and you are no longer awake to feel him peck your lips softly and say, "goodnight, love. and merry christmas."

THOMA

thoma's a pretty busy man, especially during christmas season when everything is bustling and a mass of people request for his help.

given how busy he is, he barely has any time to wrap or sometimes even buy presents for those he cherishes.

so your christmas eve is spent doing extremely last minute shopping and gift wrapping.

in the day, you go to whatever stalls and kiosks are open to see what you can get for your friends and family.

thoma and you would walk around the streets of inazums, hands held and rushing playfully around in search of perfect gifts.

when you get back from the shopping, you relax for a while, taking your time to eat and of course, as initiated by thoma, cuddle.

as night falls over the land of eternity, thoma cooks something up for the two of you before sheepishly asking him to pack and wrap some gifts.

it starts off fine, but after some hours pass, you two are a giggling, happy mess. there are ribbons in both of your hairs from messing around, the gift wrapping paper and shredded confetti scattered all around you.

none of you seem to care about the clean up, simply enjoying the playfullness and the euphoric feelinf that surrounds the air.

by the time you're done packing, it is well past midnight. so thoma places a loving kiss to your temple and says, "why don't you head to bed already, love? i'll clean this up and we can both get some rest before celebrating christmas tomorrow, alright?"

VENTI

even though he knows santa claus doesn't exist, he still wants to try baking cookies for him just for a little fun.

so the day of christmas eve with venti is spent looking for sugar cookie recipes and buying ingredients.

he is of little help when looking for the ingredients, being easily distracted and side tracked by multiple things.

but with the apologetic smile and kisses he gives you, coupled with the spirit of christmas in the air, it was hard to even begin to be mad at him.

on your way back to your shared home after buying the ingredients, you laugh and talk about the cookie characters you'd like to make.

that night is spent attempting to bake in the kitchen.

venti, in a childlike manner, dips his finger into the cookie batter, smears some flour onto your face, and giggles as you plaufully scold him.

once the cookies are done, you get to decorating your cookies, piping designs and adding various toppings onto your treats.

at the end of the day, your both cleaning up the kitchen and enjoying your home made cookies, venti ocasionally chuckling and wiping the side of your mouth whenever there were crumbs on it.

when you finally yawn, worn out from the activities of the day, venti kisses your cheek affectionately. "ah, today was an eventful day wasn't it, dove? why don't we get some rest so we still have some energy for christmas, yeah?"

XIAO

as an adepti, he isn't really used to celebrating christmas and knows little about the traditions and activities to do during this season.

you spend the morning of christmas eve strolling around wangshuu inn and liyue with xiao, telling him about all the usual christmas traditions.

when you tell him about gift giving and how you have a gift for him, he is in slight panic because he doesn't have anything prepared for you.

"why didn't you tell me sooner?" comes his snappy remark. his voice is sharp and somewhat irritated but you simply laugh.

"it's fine xiao, i just wanted to give you a little something.". yeah, no, he's definitely getting you a gift.

as you distribute your gifts to friends around the area, xiao is searching everywhere to find you a decent gift.

as night falls, after a normal evening meal with xiao, you give him his gift.

he honestly doesn't mind whatever you decide to give him because as long as it came from you, he was content and happy enough. he accepts your gift with warm cheeks and a "straight face", clearing his throat to try and get rid of the embarrassing blush that paints his cheeks.

just when you're about to call it a night, xiao pulls out a packaged gift for you. it was obvious that the packaging wasn't as festive and decorative, his efforts were there so it was meaningful either way.

"in return for your wonderful... christmas gift, i got you this. take it and... merry christmas (y/n)."

ZHONGLI

he's watched over liyue for a considerable amount of time, so he has a general idea of how christmas is celebrated for some locals.

you spend the morning and afternoon of christmas eve taking a calming stroll along the somewhat festive streets of liyue.

he towers beside you, your arm linked in yours as you watch a few families greet each other and exchange gifts.

he takes you to some stalls, and although you know he doesn't have much to spend, he still asks if you want anything.

your heart warms when he asks you "do you want anything, dearest? perhaps i could get you a little something, no?" with a small smile on his face.

after a day of strolling, zhongli and you two return home to simply relax.

he prepares some hot chocolate instead of tea for a change, stating that, "i know this drink is quite fitting for this seasonal time. i thought we might try this instead of our usual tea for a nice change."

you can't help but giggle in amusement as you see small marshmallows formed in a shape of what seemed like a smile in your mug. zhongli's efforts were definitely there.

so you spend your evening peacefully sipping hot chocalte with zhongli.

casual conversations are exhanged as the cold winter wind sweeps through the partially opened windows. you chat and relish in each other's presence until the warm drink lulls you to a dreamless rest on a beautiful christmas eve.

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[moonlightchildz]

echoes of love; j.k

summary: your prince charming out of nowhere decides to call it quits, leaving behind his crown and your broken-hearted self behind.

tw: Mature 18+, smut, mentions of recreational drug use (weed), intoxication, thigh riding, a squint of fingering f. receiving, insecurities from jk, aaand slight angst, mdni, !make up sex

i have a jk rot in my brain, pls send help

word count: 2.5k

Timing was never right for you. Everything came spiraling towards you, engulfing you until you were suffocating and grasping to just breathe. And then he came into your life: Jeon Jungkook. Suddenly life wasn’t just roaring, ferocious waves. It was the waves softly overlapping at the shore, the sun shining brightly, kisses underneath silky sheets. It was the embodiment of love finally calling you and setting you free. It was home becoming a pair of strong arms, doe eyes that represented the universe within them, and a pair of lips that welcomed you with nothing but happiness and love.

And then out nowhere, your prince charming had left his crown beside your broken heart.

It had been a few weeks since your boyfriend decided to call it quits to your relationship out of the blue. To say it took a huge toll on you would have been an understatement. It had completely wrecked you. It was the clicking of the door closing that had allowed you to finally crumble in pieces. Your arm had shot out to grab a hold of something steady, completely missing as you slid down on the floor, tears brimming and lips parting in pure disbelief. It felt as if a thorn vine wrapped itself around your bleeding heart, squeezing and tugging it till the point you were breathless.

He hadn't explained why, he simply said, "I can't do this to you anymore, to myself. I am leaving. Do not bother in coming after me. I'll leave the key here. My things aren't here anymore."

And then he left. He walked right through that door without a care in the fucking world while you sobbed heavily, clutching at your chest because it hurt so much. The wreckage he left behind would never ever be able to reconstruct. It was maddening, powerful, and heartbreaking all at once. Memories flew through your brain, his touch lingering on your skin as you hunched over, tears streaming down your face. Your trembling fingers were grasping at his ghost, begging in silence to simply come back home to you.

Days blurred and time had lost its meaning. No matter how hard you tried to shove your feelings down your throat, they always wound up at the surface, bursting and overflowing beyond words. It’s hard to forget about someone who once meant a lot to you. It’s hard to forget about the way everything used to be. It’s hard to forget when they’ve left so much behind. Their smile, their laugh, their goals and dreams, and the feeling of their touch on your skin. The blinded promises that spilled out of his lips now laid on your hands, holding on to an emptiness you wished it simply go away.

Blurred memories, hurt gazes, broken hearts, and broken promises.

Smoke evaded your lips as you closed your eyes and let it consume you. A wave of haziness embraced you as you leaned back against your best friend’s chest. You could hear the laughter rumble throughout his chest and you paid it no mind. His arm was wrapped around your stomach, fingers playing with the hem of your shirt unconsciously.

“You good, buttercup?” Taehyung prompted suddenly, eyeing your state.

“Better than ever,” you muttered out, trying to keep it together just long enough before you excused yourself and went back home for the night. You figured spending the night at your parent’s place seemed like a safe haven since it was your room, your old memories, and it didn’t have any imprint of him whatsoever.

Your apartment was just clouded memories of him everywhere you walked and it haunted you late at night. Tears blurred your eyesight every single fucking night and you could feel your heart visibly breaking as each day passed. Weed wasn’t helping you at this rate anymore. It only heightened your emotions and it made you clutch at your shirt, the pain within you irreversible and taking you down completely. you wished you could hold your heart, caress it, and tell it that it’s okay but to please stop hurting.

It was past midnight when you had enough. The people around you were grating your nerves and the ambiance was just making you irritable by the minute. Slowly, you started getting out of your best friend’s embrace, leaning over his ear to tell him you were about to dip and call it a night. However Taehyung paid no mind to you. No, his cold gaze was burning ahead and you swiveled to spot a well known silhouette disappearing down the hall. Instantly, you let go of Taehyung and started getting up. Your mind too wrapped up to think straight as your heart roared and begged you to keep walking towards that shadow.

"No," A hand shot out, grasping your wrist. Taehyung detained you, his eyes glimmering with a hint of despair, a feeling you were well accustomed to now. Despair and insanity held hands, each at the brink of sweeping everything in its way. "I can make your pain go away."

"What?" You splutter out, eyes widening. You were tugging at his hold, too stunned to even voice out anything other than stupid redundant questions.

He let go, but only to grasp your face in his hands. He was nearing you, forgetting about the world outside as you glanced up at him. Taehyung leaned down, lips ghosting the shell of your ear to whisper, “I can make your pain go away, y/n. If you just let me, I can make you forget about him. I can make you the happiest woman on this damned planet if you would just allow me."

"Taehyung," you plead with him. "Let me go."

“Are you seriously going to run after him?” He furiously began, his hands releasing you. He seemed almost disgusted with you in that moment. You were taken aback, his sweet voice turning into something so hideous. His colors were showing now, as he spat out without remorse, “He left you without an explanation, probably fucked some other bitch, and you're still going to cry in my face."

“Stop,” you snapped out, standing your ground because he had no right. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know that he’s not worth it. I know that fucker doesn’t deserve you. He’s nothing. No one. And he’s never going to amount to anything in this world. Trash like him will only hold you back from your truest potential—”

Your hand connected with his face.

“Don’t you fucking ever talk about him like that again.” You seethed out, hands beginning to tremble. “You have no fucking right to degrade him like that when he’s not here to defend himself.” You didn’t allow him a reaction since you left him alone. You were quick to run after him without a second thought.

yes, he broke your heart. yes, you knew what you were doing was insanely stupid on your part but you can’t control the heart once it has something set in mind. not when it still belonged to him.

He was halfway out the apartment before your hand shot out, grabbing a hold of his jacket to detain him from leaving. Jungkook stopped. He knew it was you from the moment your hand went to grab a hold of his hand. You glanced at the door beside you and you prayed no one was in there as you opened it with your other hand. The room was vacant so without even thinking you tugged Jungkook into the room with you. The both of you didn’t bother in turning on the lights since darkness seemed to emit everything from a person.

“Why?” Was the first thing you spoke out loud.

You glanced up, eyes watery and heart beating louder than ever. You missed him so much it had begun to haunt you, to ache so much it was unbearable.

His eyes flickered everywhere but your face. He didn’t want to look at you, not when he still missed you, but you both weren’t right for each other. He knew it, you knew it, and practically everyone surrounding you knew it, but even then you still wanted him back because fuck whatever everyone thinks. You get to decide who you lead back into your life, who you kick out, and certainly who you love.

Toxic.

That’s what Taehyung had said to you the day he broke up with you.

Jeon Jungkook was toxic for you, Y/N. He was an overly possessive, jealous, and insecure man who loved you too much for his own good. You added. Jungkook was anything but those things. He loved you so much he would never hurt you intentionally.

“I’m sorry.” He sounded rough, and as you took him in you realized how disheveled he looked. He had dark circles underneath his eyes, and he seemed restless. Good. At least you weren’t the only one suffering because of his decisions.

“I just want to know, Kook. Why? What was the reason?” You persisted, your heart trapped in your throat as you tried to hold back your tears. It hurt so much. “Was I not enough?” you softly asked him and as soon as those words left your mouth he immediately started shaking his head.

“No!” He unconsciously stepped towards you and you glanced up at him, waiting for him to touch you, to console you, to tell you that everything was going to be okay even if it wasn’t. But instead, he stopped himself short and your eyes flickered over to his fingers that were curling harshly into the palm of his hand. “No, don’t even for a second think that you weren’t enough because God you were, you were and so much more.

“Then why?” you croaked out, and you hated yourself for feeling so damn weak, so fragile, and so needy. He remained silent, eyes taking you in from head to toe. You felt pathetic in that moment. Embarrassment crept up inside your bones, rattling you into a startling rude awakening. Leave, y/n. Just let him go.

You laughed at yourself and shook your head in disbelief. You couldn’t believe you had stooped so low for a guy. You remembered how you told yourself you wouldn’t let a man ever break you, but guess what? They didn’t warn you about him. They never handed you a pamphlet of what to avoid and you landed straight into his arms with wide, open eyes.

“You’re a coward. After everything I’ve done? After everything we’ve been through you’re just going to throw it all away? For what? Did you find another bitch? Is that it?” You spat out, the anger fueling your emotions now.

“No,” he was quick to get rid of that thought from you. “There was never and still isn’t anyone else.”

“Were you not happy with me? Is that it then? Did you fall out of love?”

“No.”

You blinked, “No, what?”

“No, I didn’t fall out of love. No, that I wasn’t happy with you.”

“Then what the fuck was it?” you desperately asked him, becoming weak as each second passed between the two of you. He didn’t answer. He was keeping everything to himself and that was one of his biggest flaws. He kept everything in to stop it from hurting you, but the irony was that he was just causing you more pain by simply doing that.

He didn’t say anything after that. He was just silent and you couldn’t take it. He wasn’t fighting for you anymore. He had stopped doing that the moment he broke things off with you. So with whatever dignity you had left, you gathered your wits and simply turned around without saying a word. You straightened your back, wiped your tears from your face, and walked away from him saying, “I’m not sorry for loving you Jungkook, but I do feel sorry for myself for letting you hurt me. For trying to fight for a man who gave up. A coward he is indeed."

Taehyung wasn’t in sight anymore and you figured he was probably pissed at you. After all, you ditched him without explanations to go after a guy who never really gave a fuck about you. With bitter resentment, you walked home in the wintry air, finding solace in the cold darkness. Taehyung's advances were expected, but not so fucking early. You knew the brunette held feelings for you, but you were so enamored with the raven haired tattooed man. Your eyes only ever fell on him, your smile was only drawled out by him, your heart only fluttered for him. So why? Why?

You ended up at your apartment. Your roommate was out with her boyfriend, Hoseok. Hoseok who was best friend’s with your ex. Hoseok who presented him to you. Hoseok who had become such a good friend to you. Hoseok who you didn’t want to see again. Him, or none of his friends anymore. You received a few texts from your mom who was waiting for you to arrive with open arms, but you simply called her and told her you would come over tomorrow instead. First, you needed to clean and wipe his existence from your living space.

You were done by three am. Every single crook and crevice of his existence was gone physically, but not mentally. At least, not for a very long time. You sat on the floor, bathed and with a bottle of wine sitting beside you, nearly empty. Tears stained your reddened cheeks as you inhaled deeply, fingers on your phone, one click away from sending a text.

fuck you. i miss you so much. i hate you.

And then the doorbell rang. You halted, tossing your phone to the side and you stumbled your way to the door. It was incredibly late for someone to be knocking on your door. You anticipated your best friend while your heart yearned for someone else to be outside your door in that moment. You were so drunk, failing to peep through the peep hole first.

Jungkook? your heart hoped. Swinging it open, you stopped on your tracks.

Black hoodie, sweatpants, eyebrow and lip pierced, tattooed arm leaning against the frame of the door. And there he was in all his glory.

It was him.

“Get the fuck out of my face,” you snarled out, venom purely emitting from your lips.You were shocked at first, not entirely believing he was actually standing in front of you. no, don’t listen to me please. stay, stay and come back to me already. home is where you are love.

“I know you hate me, and you have every reason to be,” he started, eyes flickering down to the floor once your seething eyes made eye contact with him.

“I know I left without an explanation. I know I hurt you the moment I walked out.”

“Is that what you’re here for? To remind me? Jungkook I fucking love you. I am so in love with you and you just threw me a side as if it was nothing. I spent weeks trying to find out why and you never told me, you never answered. You left. And you still won’t give me a fucking explanation!”

“You always were too good for me.”

You closed your mouth, eyes taking him in. “Fuck you. Fuck you Jungkook. Go to hell. You don’t get to come back in here and tell me this shit. We’ve been through this multiple of times. So fuck that! Fuck that mindset, and fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you—”

He was encasing you already, tears spilling down his cheeks. His arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you towards him as you tried prying him off you. You clawed at him, yelling at him to release you, but he held you tighter.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he choked out, pressing your screaming body against him. “I’m so fucking sorry. Please forgive me. I love you so much. I’m sorry I left. I am so sorry.”

You were kicking, screaming at him until your voice gave out on you, until those screams turned into sobs. Your hands curled on the hem of his shirt, tugging and pulling him closer to you since he was finally here. He was finally back in your life after so long. You inhaled his scent, fingers gripping his skin, and your eyes were screwed shut because god were you afraid to open them at the moment. Your heart pounded, beating so disquieted.

“You’re too good for me and I’m not worth it—“ he whispered it out, hands still pressing you against his body.

“Bullshit,” you immediately spat out, tears streaming down your face. You opened your eyes, hands framing his face firmly. “I get to decide who’s good for me and who isn’t.” you inhaled sharply, trying to contain yourself. “And you Jeon Jungkook, you are everything to me.”

“I love you so much,” he admitted to you. “And you know that. I am so in love with you. I thought leaving would be better for you, but it fucked me over so badly. You wanted to know why? Taehyung was all over my ass, telling me that you needed better. That you deserved someone like him instead. That I was a good for nothing deadbeat motherfucker.”

Your heart plummeted. No, not your Taehyung.

“I thought you would be happier with him, and then I saw you with him at that stupid fucking party. He was all over you and I couldn’t take it. And then imagine the surprised I got when you stopped me, crying to me and I-I, I’m so sorry.”

A small sob escaped his quivering lips, hands framing your face. “I love you so much. Please, forgive me baby.”

He rested his face on the crook of your neck, strong arms shaking as they wrapped around you.

“You are worth so much, Jungkook.” You reassured him once again. “So much that you complete me whole. The moment you walked out through that door I couldn't even hold myself together. You took a part of me that no one else gets to see and I want you to engrave that to your fucking head already. I chose you. My heart is yours to take, but not to leave behind. I love you, and only you. I don't care what anyone thinks because their words fall deaf to me. If it's not you, if it's not with you, then to hell with it."

You were breathing heavily now, hoping your words would simply imprint their way into his heart. "Can't you see how much I need you with me, baby. I am not myself and it's frightening me to know that you have so much control over me." you confessed to him, voice raw and full of emotion. "I am not going to beg you to stay. I am simply a woman, reminding the man that she loves that she is here to stay if he is willing to fight for it."

"Of course I am," he was framing your face, fingers tracing your features as he pressed his forehead. "I am madly in love with you. I have come here every fucking night, just staying outside your door, and I wish I would have pulled to my senses much earlier. I am so fucking sorry. I will make it up to you, baby. I swear. Everything I promised is still intact. I love you, please be with me. Please jus-"

"I am here," you whispered it against his lips. "I am here, Jungkook."

“Tell me to stop if you don’t want m—“

You didn’t even let him finish.

You pulled him towards you, your mouth spilling secrets before you could detain yourself. “Of course I want you. I want you so much.” You whispered out against his lips. By now you could feel the beat of your heart drum beneath your fingertips. Your fingers were still grasping his shirt into a tight fist, your body already demanding attention from him. He was always so good with his hands, and his tongue, and everything else. They didn’t call him the maknae for just visual. You missed his body too.

You were inebriated, that you were sure of, but even sober you would hold him in a heartbeat. You were both intoxicated and even though your brain told you to stop and to walk away from the man who had broken your heart, your heart took over in desperation to feel him hold you again.

His hands found their place on your hips, quickly pulling you flush against his body.

“Jungkook,” you breathed out against his mouth, eyes fleeting. You wouldn’t look at him in the eye, or else your heart would give in too. The familiar heat in your stomach began to flare, and as his lips brushed yours, the familiar heat began to pool down between your thighs.

“Tell me what you want,” he breathed out against your skin, his tongue tracing the underside of your ear, enjoying the sweet taste of your skin as you moaned out softly. Your fingers were gripping his hair as you tried to control yourself, but you couldn’t anymore. He was driving you insane as his tongue tasted your skin without remorse.

You grinded yourself against his growing hard on, whimpering at just the thought of him touching you. He was here, he was touching you, but you wanted to feel him. You wanted to feel his ever so lovely fingers inside of you, feel his lips leave purple, pinkish marks behind in his wake, and hear him moan out your name in pleasure as he thrusts inside of you—even if it was just for one night. You knew how he was in bed, and the way he was kissing you and touching you gave you a glimpse of what he was truly capable of once again. Images of him between your shaking legs came rushing back to you and suddenly your desire for him skyrocketed as usual. It’s been weeks since you two had broken things off—or should you say when he left you.

“Kiss me,” you heavily breathed it out and he pulled his lips away from the crook of your neck to give you what you truly wanted. His heavy lidded eyes took in your dazed expression and slowly you noticed his lips curl up into a small smirk that had your insides screaming. He still knew what he was doing to you and he was loving it.

He was taunting you even. He slowly brushed his lips against yours, and that movement alone had your heart racing and your eyes fluttering to a close. His fingers delicately framed your face and as much as you wanted to just pull him into a kiss, you refrained yourself since two could play at that game. You refused to look at him in the eye though, as he was just a few centimeters away from you and you knew that if you opened your eyes and gazed at him, you would fall hook, line, and sinker like you always did. Your feelings for him were getting in the way of what you have been wanting for so long and they were toying with you now.

“Look at me,” he roughly demanded and his fingers threaded into your hair instead, tugging at it to raise a reaction out of you. You felt your heart tug at your strings and as you stubbornly ignored him, he brushed his lips against your skin, his forehead resting against yours as he resigned. “Please,” more softly he whispered against your ear. “Just look at me.”

Your eyes fluttered open.

And as your eyes met his, you felt your heart ache with not only a desire to feel him intimately against you again, but also emotionally as well. He was quick to spin you around and in a matter of seconds he was shoving you up against the wall, his forearms pressed against it as he trapped you between them. He rested his forehead against yours and his gaze was so fervent it had your legs quivering from the intensity.

“Kiss me,” his voice wasn’t soft, no, it was gruff and breathy, and as you processed his words you seemed at utter lost. Did he missed you, too? His lips brushed the corner of your lips as he lowly said to you, “I need you so much.” In a softer tone he whispers, “I missed you so much. "A confession that ended up being returned.

You kissed him hard. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as the both of you clashed together, breathing in the same air as he kissed you with such dominance and certainty. He pressed you up against the wall, his knee nudging its way in between your thighs as your hands roamed his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his tongue swept your bottom lip, before capturing it between his teeth. You hummed into his mouth, enjoying the taste of him and the feeling of him. Your fingers quickly threaded themselves into his hair, tugging as hard as you could. This was it. The man you were still so deeply in love with was kissing you as if he was a starved man. His hand was pressed behind the back of your head, keeping you close to him as his pink lips took every inch of your breath away. His knee was still in between your thighs and he moved you up against it to pull you closer, but that movement made your cunt clench in pleasure.

“Always so needy,” he tsked, and then added on in a lower, slower tone. “My pretty baby.”

“Yes, yes, your baby,” you agreed with him instantly, moans mixing with your soft gasps. He flexed the muscle in his thigh, hips grinding you down against his muscle. You would always be his baby, his princess. He had that engraved in that head of yours. Only you were able to tear him apart and build him back together again.

“Fuck,” you gasped out, tilting your head back against the wall as your body took control over itself. You grounded your hips against his thigh, your toes curling at the new sensation. You knew his thighs were firm, but as you began to slowly grind on one of them, now you realized how firm they truly were. You started out slow, testing it out, but as he nudged your sensitive clit, you began to pick up the pace to feel something more than just arousal at this point.

“Mm-Jungkook, I need to—” you whimpered out, your nails digging into his forearms as you rutted against his clad, black jeans. The friction was overwhelming you to the point where you were panting hard, your mouth opening and closing as Jungkook helped you move your hips against his thigh rather harshly and fast to the point you had to grip on to his forearms for support.

“I—fuck!” you cried out, arms wrapping around his figure.

“Who knew you would sound so hot and look so pretty for me, baby,” he exhaled roughly, his lips pressing at the base of your neck, his eyes never leaving you.

“I-I—” you moaned out and he was eating all of it.

“What do you want, baby? Do you want my fingers? My mouth?” He cooed out, earning whimpers to emit from your lips so loudly.

“I want you inside of me.” You incoherently gasped out. “I want—I want—“

“I need to touch you firs—” He quickly cut you off, his voice low, thick even.

“Feel me, I’m ready.” You slipped your fingers underneath your skirt and when he saw how slick, and coated they were he muffled his groans by burying himself on the crook of your neck. You went to wipe yourself, but he surprised you by taking your hand and slipping your fingers inside his mouth. Your breath hitched at the sight. He slowly sucked on your fingers, his pinkish tongue swirling around the tips and as he hollowed his cheeks, he shamelessly lapped up all off your juices from your fingers. His burning gaze remained on you and the roaring in your ears intensified as the familiar hot feeling in your belly began to spread throughout your body.

“Oh, Jesus,” you heavily breathed out, stunned and dazed by that simple action.

“You still taste as good as I remember,” his voice sounded breathy, uneven, and filled with desire.

“Can you fuck me as good as I remember?”

His fingers were quick to unbuckle his belt and your eager hands helped shove his jeans and boxers down his thighs. They pooled at his legs but that didn’t matter. His hands hurriedly hitched your night gown, exposing your underwear for him. There was a wet damp on i already, and you heard him inhale sharply at the sight. He just had to have you at this point. Jungkook watched how you slowly opened your eyes, how your chest heaved up and down, and how you looked at him as if you wanted to fuck the living brains out of him. His hands gripped your thighs to the point where you knew you were bound to get bruised up, but you didn’t care. You loved getting bruised up, marked up, and if it was by him then by all means you would surrender at his feet to just get a glimpse of his attention on your body. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and that movement alone had him hissing into your neck. You had to refrain from marking his arms with your nails, but he felt so fucking good. A gasp escaped your lips as he shifted upwards, his fingers digging into your thighs as you felt the tip of his cock slowly enter you.

“Fuck,” he slowly breathed out against your mouth. You could feel the movement of his lips against your own, and his gum flavored breath fanned your face. Everything about him seemed to magnify. From the way his gaze bore into yours, to the way the veins in his arms seemed to be more prominent, and the way his taut stomach clenched in delight. But most importantly, the way the both of you looked into each other’s eyes and remembered how it used to feel to be together.

“Legs,” he groaned out as he slowly and fully entered you. Your head tilted backwards, mouth slightly open as you obeyed his rough voice. You wrapped your legs around him and felt him closer, grinding into you until soft moans started escaping your lips. He had one arm resting against the wall while the other winded around your waist, fucking slowly into you. A gasp escaped your lips, the sensation too much. He held you so tightly against him, his pants breathed into your lips each time he slid inside of you. He knew what he was doing and you were so glad you caved into your carnal desires. Jungkook sucked sweetly on your skin and just to drive you closer to your edge, he grazed his over the sensitive area, marking you up and then easing up the bruise with his skilled tongue. Spit dribbled everywhere his mouth left, decorating you with his love.

“Jungkook,” you mewled out, head becoming dizzy from how crazy he was driving you. Your hands cupped the nape of his neck, pressing him closer to you since you needed him practically against you at this point. He pressed you up against the wall to the point where your back was getting marked up from how hard he was slamming into you, but you didn’t care. You were too focused on your aching cunt that was finally being filled completely by him. You clenched around him and he halted, his hot breath fanning your ear as he incoherently breathed out. “D-Don’t do that, baby. I won’t-I won’t last. I need to, I need to.”

“I-I,Jungkook, I’m coming,” you whimpered out, your lips were attached to his neck as he kept thrusting inside of you without remorse. His biceps glistened with sweat and the fact that his muscles were bulging and so, so tempting to just run your tongue over them made you wonder how strong this man was. He was undeniably hot, charming, sweet, and overall knew what he was doing since your mind was clouded with thoughts of only him. Your eyes glanced down between your thighs and you swallowed thickly at the sight of Jungkook slowly dragging out his thick out of you and slamming it back inside. Slick covered his dick already and his pre cum mixed in with your juices.

“You like that, baby?” He sinfully purred out, his eyes never leaving you. “Watching me slowly fuck you like this?”

Before you could reply, he was gripping your jaw, forcing you to glance up at him through lidded eyes.

"You missed me touching you like this?" he edged on, your body melting from the thickness of his voice. ""Cause I missed this pussy so much, craved it, dreamed about it even."

“Fuck, yes.” You choked out, your legs beginning to shake from the intensity. You were close, so close, but this wasn’t enough. You wanted him closer and you didn’t care how incredibly greedy or needy you sounded, but you needed to feel him pressed up against you, his mouth on you. You wanted to feel his hands caress your legs, waist, and stomach. To feel his breath ghost the inside of your sensitive thighs, feel his piercing drag across your skin.

“I need you closer, I need you to fuck me on my bed, please,” you desperately whimpered out, your breathing heavier than before. “Please, Kook.”

“Okay,” he breathed out against your pleading request, swallowing your small whimpers. His hands encased you behind your back thighs and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Look at me,” he husked out, eyes devouring you whole. You immediately did so and as he leaned down to kiss you, your grip on him tightened and you eagerly met his lips. He tasted so sweet. If it weren’t for him that was holding you, you were pretty sure your knees would have give out on you. He felt so good inside of you, and you needed him inside you again. Now.

“I need you.” You moaned out, and he nodded, but didn’t relent. He backed you up against the wall and with one arm held you as his other hand grabbed a side of your face, his touch gentle, but firm. His tongue slipped inside and you welcomed him. This kiss was different than the other ones. It was teeth clashing, mouthwatering, tongues colliding, and so addictive as each second passed by. He was everywhere as he carried you to your bedroom where he was already so familiar with. The sheets that you had wiped clean from his scent would soon be imprinted by him once again. He was marking your apartment, claiming it as his space all over again. The fact that he was still so familiar with every crook and cranny of your body had you a shivering mess underneath him. His lips roamed your skin, decorating your once pure skin with his sinning marks of broken love. He still knew you, inside and out. His hands were already ripping your gown apart, throwing it behind him. He straddled you, arms taking a hold of his own shirt to hastily rip it out of his body. His muscles flexed, abdomen looking toned and tongue licking worthy. His tattoos decorated his left arm so prettily, tattooed fingers soon disappearing inside your cunt without hesitation.

“I need you,” you incoherently whimpered out, trying to push his hand away.

“Okay, okay,” he was quick in molding his body against yours. “Is this what you wanted?” Your fingers gripped the sheets, then they curled around his body. His heavy weight was so familiar against yours. Your heart was sighing in contentment upon feeling his warmth, his breath ghosted your skin.

“Yes,” you cried out in relief. Your body, soul, and heart yearned for his return.

“Right—” He bottomed out and pounded into you till the hilt, causing you to sob out in pleasure. “Right there?” He grunted out, his cock pulsing inside of you. You couldn’t even reply, and he chuckled cockily to himself. He pulled out and you cried out, desperately tugging him back down. You didn’t care if you seemed desperate, or easy for the fact. You needed to feel him again, for your sake. You needed to feel his cum inside of you, watch it spill from your thighs. He caved into you and thrust back inside of you, hard and steady. His hand splayed out beside your face, his arm taking up the pressure which made his veins more prominent again while the other pinned your wrists above your head, gripping them until you couldn't move.

“Yes, nghh-” you were babbling at this point, consumed by his cock and the thought of having him back into your arms. Your body was arching off the bed to meet with his hips that were grinding against your pubic bone, driving you closer to the edge. “Yes, yes, please, Kook, fuck me harder.”

He released you and you watched in pure bliss as to how he extended his arms and gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white. He slid out, and slammed back inside you all the way to the point where your moans were choked out. You felt you sanity quickly slipping from your fingertips as he thrusted inside of you, and took you whole.

“I-I-I,” was all you could splutter out, your fingers on his back, wanting to touch every inch of his body while you could. Your nails dug on his back, scratching and marking him up.

“I’m close, I'm so close,” you practically screamed out. He let go of the headboard that was slamming against the wall and dipped down to press his hot body against yours once again. Your arms hitched underneath his and you gripped his shoulders, his mouth on yours once again. As he kissed you deeply, he hitched your leg over his hip and slammed into you, earning a sinful, breathless moan as a response. Your hair was all matted up, your body was dripping with sweat, and the moans that were slipping from your lips were sinning and animalistic. By now he was sliding in and out of you with such ease from how dripping wet you were. You felt his cock drag itself against your clamping walls.

“I—” With one final thrust, you screwed your eyes shut as your body jolted, your orgasm shaking you whole. His hips stuttered, hands finding yours to intertwined them with his as he came inside you, filling you up to the brim. He shuddered against your body, his lips tentatively finding yours.

He kissed you softly, hands releasing yours to engulf your body against his instead. his legs tangled into yours, lips spilling every burning desire, pain, and everything in between against yours. his hands were splayed on your back, fingertips tracing your skin, memorizing and reliving every touch he left behind. you weren’t far behind either. your fingers were tangled in his hair, your other hand traveling down his back, scratching and marking him all over again because he was yours and only yours. only you had the right to see him in this state. to have him hold you this way.

“i missed you so much,” he breathed out against your mouth, never separating his lips from yours.

“i never want to go through that again,” you told him in return. “you really hurt me, jungkook. i thought i had lost you.”

tears pricked at your eyes and he stopped to wipe them away for you. his forehead pressed against yours, hands framing your face.

“I am so sorry. I won't do that ever again. Losing you was detrimental and a spiraling mess I don't ever want to experience." He sounded in pain, his arms tightening around you, lips pressing gentle kisses on your forehead, nose, and lips.

As you tried to even out your breathing, and control your shaking legs, his lips found the crook of your neck once more, adorning it with his love. He mumbled incoherent things as he delivered open mouth kisses to your skin just like he used to before. His strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him. Legs intertwined with yours, fingers were tracing your skin, and his mouth was resting on your shoulder blade now.

Broken promises, and broken love, but who were you to deny his advances when you still were madly in love with him. You let him pull you closer, and as you laid against his beating heart, your fingers traced their echoes of love into his skin once again.

“I’m sorry I hurt you.”

“I promise to do better. I promise to—”

“I need you to promise me that you’re going to start trying for yourself." You interjected, grabbing a hold of his hand to kiss his knuckles. "I need your pretty brain to have engraved that you are worth so much. You are my world, Jungkook. You are capable of making beautiful things happening. So talk to me when you are feeling down, insecure, or have a doubt and I'll guide you through it. I'll aid in shutting them away. So stay, and don't you ever do that to me again."

"I love you." He was gazing at you with such vulnerability. "I promise to make amends, to do anything in my will to make you the happiest woman. So please forgive me, forgive me and keep loving me the way you do now, baby."

"I will." You earnestly vowed to him.

"I will be in your life for as long as you allow me to. You are a privilege, a dream I never wanna wake up from. Saranghae."

[handsoffmyfriends]

bees with noya pls 🥰

LOVE LETTERS

— youve been dating nishinoya yuu for a year today but your hope for a romantic evening was dashed when your boss held you back for overtime.

PAIRING: Nishinoya Yuu x F!Reader WORD COUNT: 1,091 WARNINGS: tooth rotting fluff?

A/N: so this absolutely is not the first thought i had for this prompt. not a single aspect of this turned out originally how i had planned but i think its infinitely better this way i hope you like it sam! lets say this is my apology for making you do puffer jackets with noya

i put my trust into god and tried to post this mobile but tumblr ate like 3/4 of it so when i tried to repost as a draft it decided it was hungry anD ATE IT ALL SO MMM this is Take Two

Bees with Nishinoya - Cutest thing they've done for their S/O

You were approaching your one year anniversary with Nishinoya. You weren't expecting anything for the day, since you were tied up with work and you'd already discussed it with Yuu and agreed to have a belated celebration on the weekend.

What you had hoped to do was finish work on time and spend the evening doing what you normally would do with Yuu, but your boss had other ideas and you ended up working overtime. By the time you had finally made it home, you were hungry, tired and in such a bad mood you barely noticed the note on the kitchen bench.

You didn't live with your boyfriend, but he visited your apartment enough times that he had a key. And he had definitely been here, since the note was in his very distinctive scrawl.

Hey babygirl ♡

I wanted to be here to surprise you, but I guess you got held back at work again?

I left you a little something in the fridge :)

I love you!

You smiled at his barely legible note, your heart warmed at the thought of him being here, waiting for you to knock off. Your phone was dead, so you couldn't even message him yet. You put it on charge before doing as instructed, checking the fridge for the little something.

It was your favourite winter dish, sitting nice and inviting in a container with a folded piece of paper perched on the lid. You quickly popped it into the microwave, suddenly much hungrier than before. and read the new note as you waited.

My babygirl ♡

First off, I didn't cook this, so you don't have to worry about food poisoning. Momma Suga helped me out!

It's probably really late now, but you should go and have a nice, hot bath after you eat this. Trust me ;)

You giggled at the thought of Suga trying to teach Yuu how to cook. It wasn't that he was inherently bad at it, Yuu was just really impatient and lacked the focus most meals required. The man could barely stand still for five seconds, so it was a longshot for him to stand around in the kitchen for half an hour.

You briefly wondered if he meant Suga had also visited and just cooked the whole meal himself, or if Yuu had called him and had Suga try and instruct him on what to do. Either way, you really owed it to your best friend for humouring Yuu.

The meal really hit the spot; it warmed your belly and you were already feeling much more relaxed as opposed to when you first came home. Yuu's cute little notes had definitely helped with that, too.

As per Yuu's instruction, your next task was to take a bath. Sitting in the middle of the tub was another note, accompanied by a new bottle of bath soak. It was your favourite scent and upon closer inspection, it was the exact soak you had raved to Yuu about several weeks ago, but lamented at the price of it. It wasn't that you couldn't afford it, but you could be frugal when it came to luxury items, and a bath soak definitely fell under something you couldn't quite justify spending more than you needed to on.

Babygirl ♡

I bet you had one hell of a day. Enjoy your new soak! It smells amazing ;)

After this, you should probably call it a night. I don't know what time it is, but you've had a big day and there's nothing like going to bed just after a relaxing bath

I'll see you later ♡

You couldn't stop yourself from shedding a few tears at the thoughtful and romantic gesture. Yuu usually fell short when it came to genuine romance because he was a silly goofball (not that it ever bothered you), but seeing all the sweet things he had just done for you filled you with overwhelming love. You would have to spoil him rotten on the weekend for this.

The soak was just what you needed. You nearly fell asleep in the tub a few times. When you dozed off and slipped below the water line, shocking yourself into sitting up coughing and spluttering, you decided that was enough bath time.

You were thoroughly relaxed despite the near death experience and it was definitely time to call it a night. You sleepily toweled yourself dry, shucking on a loose shirt that had once belonged to Yuu. You don't remember when you had claimed it, but it was yours and there was nothing he could do to reclaim it now.

When you entered your bedroom, you damn near burst into tears.

There were candles lit everywhere, some cherry blossom petals littered around, but the most shocking thing was Yuu, sitting cross legged on your bed with a lavender rose between his teeth.

Your tears spurred him to his feet, rushing over to you with concern. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

Your tears turned to laughter. You pulled him into a tight embrace, holding him close for several moments before pulling away only to kiss him silly. You kissed his nose, his cheeks, his mouth, his lips, not an inch of his face was safe from your onslaught of kisses.

"You've been here this whole time?" you accused, though the smile in your voice was impossible to mask. "Why didn't you just come out and see me?"

He blushed furiously. "Well, I wanted it all to be a surprise, and what better surprise at the end than me?"

You laughed, pulling him in for another kiss. "We weren't supposed to do anything today!"

He shrugged with indifference, pulling you towards the bed. "We didn't," he emphasised. "I did. I wanted to treat you like royalty, because that's what you are to me."

He didn't give you a chance to respond. He sat you on the edge of your bed as he fell down to one knee. Your heart either spiked or stopped, you couldn't tell because all your attention was on Yuu and the little box he pulled out. "Y/N, I know it's only been a year, but I can't imagine my life without you. Will you—"

"Yes!" you blurted before he could even finish, falling down on him and crashing the both of you onto the floor.

"You didn't let me finish!" he protested through laughter.

"Answer is still yes," you countered, showering him with even more kisses than before.

[curlymantis]

aaaa pls tell me stuff abt your ocs they're all so cool!! 🥺💚

Omg I finally finished answering this!!!!! 👀👀

Farcry 5: Zoë Seed!!

Omg that’s me 😏 she was an entomologist checking out the cool insects of Hope county and unfortunately for her she doesn’t believe in private property when it comes to discovering nature. One day chosen find her trespassing on John seeds property. They think she’s a spy for the resistance as she has a camera, binoculars etc. They take her to the main church (conveniently was a Sunday) once service is over shes handed over to the father and himself and John go through her camera. They only find insect pictures and omg wow she’s not a spy. She’s indoctrinated into the cult and ends up eventually becoming John’s right hand of god 😌🙏 sinners who happen to be an extra annoyance go to her where she makes them confess in whatever way possible. Or they die in the process, whoops 💅🏻 She’s polyamorous with all of the seed siblings including Faith cos like come on now let’s be real they all crave and need loving. However she’s married to John Seed because that baby boy is everything 😤❤️ She also likes to do cult posters and help write songs and sing them cos it’s fun as hell. She is closest with John and Faith Seed specifically out of the 4 Seeds. Other cultists are scared of her, or is it respect? Hmm who knows 😌 She also tortures sinners for fun and chases them around the forest making them as shit scared as possible. Oops 😏

The Magnus Archives: is my oc who is an Avatar of the eye and Rayn Porter is my oc who a avatar of the corruption. They both have the same last name as they are both the same person just if they had gone down different entity routes in their life. I’ll talk about Rose first! (I also have an avatar of the flesh and the vast but I haven’t worked on them yet or got them ‘fully fleshed out’ 😏

Rose Porter: avatar of the Eye, marked by the stranger, the spiral and the vast.

From an early age Rose always felt the need to watch people, to know, to understand. As she got older these feelings only became stronger and she begins to stalk people, not because she finds that person special for any particular reason they just happened to look to long at her and she saw them doing so. That just sets something off In her so now they must be followed, acknowledged, understood and scrutinised (me self projecting right into my ocs 😌). She found the Magnus institute one day as she started stalking Rosie. when she had seen the woman walking into a large glorious building she knew something was off, like the itching feeling you get, the feeling in your gut, the sensation of something important. She did not know what had over come her to walk in the building so quickly as that would ruin her chances of learning further about this person who dared make her feel so uncomfortable. But there she was. She was hired immediately of course as a librarian, then moving on the be an archival assistant, shocking to her. But obviously not to Elias Bouchard who knew just how useful her alignment to his almighty beholder. To say she had a crush on him would be an understatement. She can’t explain it. Some would call infatuation, some would call it chemistry, but smart ones say it’s because they are both devotees to the eye and she is in so much deeper than she has ever anticipated or even realises 👀

Rayn Porter: avatar of the corruption, marked by the flesh, the lonely and the stranger.

Rayn despises people (same queen 🙄) they put animals on a higher level of respect than humans. The corruption took ahold of them as a young child, they would always follow and play with cockroaches as a child. However their mother was to say the least an unempathetic, transphobic and cruel woman to say the least. Rayn was raised in a household full of scrutiny, hate and fear. Because of this had very little friends as the only social interaction they knew was their bitch ass mother they turned to the ‘pests’ of their home. Whether these were the slugs and snails in the basement of their home, or they were the cockroaches, house centipedes and rats that dwelled in their attic. They loved and appreciated them all, but their was still something deeper to it. A deep rot had started to form in Rayn and they hated their mother and family. They hated them for how they had cast them aside for not being female, they hated them for all the mistreatment they had faced as a child. The rot started small, a odd old smell that started to lurk around Rayn. Eventually others would notice the smell but would shrug it off as the smell would soon be covered by the smell of Rayns chain smoking. Then one day Rayn was staring in mirror poking at their face and squeezing. They found a sore on her face and squeezed it, pus comes out but something moves underneath. They squeeze harder and something wriggles forth, it’s a very small, juvenile cockroach, streaked slightly in something slimey. As you can imagine that fucked them up a bit, but they learnt to embrace it. Learnt to love that crawling away just underneath their skin are thousands of little legs connected to cockroach’s of many sizes. Sometimes if not managed roaches will find themselves sneaking out of nostrils, mouth and ears. Sometimes even out from behind her eyes. One way they feed the corruption is they set forth the filth at a selected location. All it takes is for them to place a cockroach down in a building and within a week there will be a infestation so strong causing the people in said building to be taken down with it. The Cockroaches will feed on those that they can over power and The Corruption always needs feeding... (Also just want to add cockroaches themselves aren’t actually dirty, they’re actually obsessive cleaners. the locations they live in are dirty)

Telltale Batman- Roz Traegers:

first encounter with John Doe (the eventually to be known Joker) was at the bar he frequented. They had never once seen him drink a drop of alcohol. He would order beer constantly for his alcoholic sure but never consume it himself. Aside from his alabaster white skin nothing about him seemed out of the ordinary to them. Well except the fact he liked to stare, a lot. You would constantly worry it’s because he was just judging you based on your appearance (a lot of people do) however John just likes to stare at people and found you interesting for some reason (cliches I know, but me and John Doe are basically the same person and I like to think he’d think I’m interesting). Roz has a great dislike towards the people John works with, they don’t appreciate how badly they treat him. Especially Harley. John is so obsessed with Harley and she treats him like absolute shit. Roz had a plan to get Harley arrested, however John found out and threatened to never speak to Roz again. Roz has a soft spot for Mr Freeze specifically from the gang also.

Vampyr: Rose Pine

works as an assistant to Camellia at the florist. Rose isn’t a very chatty person and has had quite a traumatic up bringing. Her mother, sister and father are all unfortunately deceased. Her father killed her mother, then sister, then Rose, then turned the knife on himself. Rose survived her injuries (hence the scar on her throat) and was put out into the adoption system. Roses father believed he had been doing his family a service by taking their lives before they could be claimed by Ekons. Roses father had been a vampire believer long before they had even breeched the city. Rose always waves hello to Jonathan Reid when she sees him galavanting around. He always waves back and occasionally they will exchange a conversation. One evening they exchange more than just brief chit chat when Jonathan is required to save her from a group of feral Skals. Rose is very badly injured from her encounter and Jonathan ends up having to change the sweet little florist he sees most evenings into a Ekon. Rose is also good friends with Charlotte Ashbury and Charlottes mother Elisabeth. I haven’t played Vampyr in a wee while, I want to get back into it soon so plan on adding more to her story.

Outlast: Rosie Porter

Rosie worked as a live in psychiatrist for those at mount massive asylum. She lives on the premises that way patient can be attended to at any time. Her experiences throughout life gives her empathy for those that are locked up, that the other guards and majority of other staff just don’t have. Rosie has always been able to empathise with those who would be considered ‘evil’ whether she empathised out of her own sick fascination or because of her heart hurting too much is another question. Rosies favourite patients are Eddie Gluskin and Chris Walker. She was hired after Jeremy Blaire forcibly admitted Chris Walker. Rosie is enamoured with Eddie and he knows it. Knows he has his little psychologist wrapped around his finger. However Eddie would be a hypocrite if he said he also wasn’t wrapped around her finger. Rosie is forcibly committed to the asylum by Jeremy Blaire they start Project Walrider on the patients. Rosie was against it and threatened to blow the whistle on the whole thing (dumb idea) and Jeremy uses her as the first female Walrider test subject. Rosie has engaged in an affair with her boss Jeremy Blaire when she first started working there. Due to their past ‘hands on’ relationship, Rosie is allowed more time with her patients and allowed to be alone with her patients. This has allowed for her to further her work with her patients, as they’re quite open when the know they aren’t being openly judged by the security staff.

Hannibal: Jessi Trees

is a forensic entomologist who works alongside Beverly, Jimmy and Brian analysing dead people n shit. Jessi first met Will Graham on the scene of a crime when they had both been called out. It was the mushroom killer from memory as the soil was packed with invertebrates filled with evidence. Will has just finished doing his whole ‘this is my design’ when Jessi walks up to him and stands quietly beside him, where they say: “These fuckers are filled with worms and I don’t know shit about worms” Will Graham turns and looks at them like what the fuck? Those are dead people. Jessi merely shrugs, smirks and walks off. Jessi can be described by a lot of people as ‘a cold person’ or ‘indifferent’ but passionate. They dehumanise the corpses they’re working with at that’s the only way they can get justice for them. If they get too caught up in all the sadness of it, they can’t move forward from it. Jessi has a crush on Will Graham and Beverly Katz. Jessi questions Will and Hannibals relationship quietly from the background but never really comments.

Bonus character!! Stardew Valley: Zoë

This bad ass came all the way from Zuzu city in need of a better and different life. They inherit their grandfathers old farm and get it up and running. The town is filled with wonderful, amazing people. But of course Zoë has to want to become close friends with the person who hates me everyone: Shane (they’re kindred spirits, Shane isn’t aware of this however because he seems to think he’s the only person who can suffer from substance abuse and sever depression haha.) Shane hates them of course until they keep harassing him and he reasilizes she’s a lot more screwed up than he was aware. Zoë is close friends with Shane (ends up marrying him one day), Linus (I would fucking die for him and anyone who’s cruel to him gets my foot in the butthole), Leah (they hang out frequently and like to paint in the forest together), Emily (I have a massive crush on Emily haha, she’s so similar to me it’s great), is also friends with Sam’s dad and Jodis husband Kent (Kent suffers from PTSD and I’ve developed a lot of my own techniques to help with my own PTSD so we help each other out. Also Jodi I’m stealing your husband, just kidding, unless). Zoë’s favourite animals on her farm are her blue chickens (raised by Shane) and her horse Aaron. Zoë’s favourite yearly event is the moonlight jellies festival!

[empyreanwritings]

mob!wanda picking reader up from college. reader wanting nothing but to hug wanda the whole ride. pure tooth rotting fluff if possible pls! thankq

Wanda respected that you wanted to get your education. You were the first in your family to ever be able to go to college, and you took that privilege seriously. When you got a full ride to Brown, you jumped at the chance to make your family proud. 

She was so excited for you to follow your dreams, but she’d be lying if she said she didn’t miss you every time you had to leave for school. 

It wasn’t like you never saw each other - she visited you on the weekends, and you made sure to come back home during breaks. But she always looked forward to the end of Spring semester when she could pick you up and have you all to herself for the few months of summer break. 

She leaned back against her car, keeping an eye out for you. All she wanted was to see your smiling face and your sparkling eyes. She knew all of the distance and short weekends would be worth it once she had you back in her arms. 

The suitcase in your hand toppled to the ground the moment you laid your eyes on your girlfriend. She barely had enough to gather herself before you jumped into your arms and wrapped yourself in her embrace, peppering excited kisses all over her face. 

“I missed you,” you squealed as you continued your attack on her. 

She laughed and cupped your cheeks in her hands, forcing you to take a breath. The kiss she planted on your lips was slow and passionate. She wanted to take as much time as she could enjoying this moment with you. 

Her driver grabbed the suitcase you abandoned and packed it into the trunk without being told. He knew better than to interrupt your reunion. 

That was how the last driver ended up getting fired. 

“I’m going to crawl in your lap and not move the entire drive home,” you whispered. “I just want you to hold me.” 

“I’m going to hold you, my love. I promise.”

She struggled to keep you in her arms and open the door at the same time, but she managed to. It was obvious you weren’t going to adjust or move any time soon, but she was okay with that. You missed her just as much as she missed you. 

[nopayneroofing]

Calgary AB Roof Tips: How to Remove Moss From Roof and Replacement Factors

All roofs face more punishment than your walls and doors. Facing the sky directly, roofs embrace the impact of hailstones during hailstorms, rainfall, snow, and the heat of sunlight and UV radiation. Aside from these bringers of devastation, natural undergrowth can kill off your Calgary AB roof in no time. If you want to know how to remove moss from your roof, it pays to know the proper procedure.

This Old House has an excellent guide on removing mold and moss growth on your roof. With their procedure, you can kiss this particular headache goodbye. Read more about it below:

Getting Algae and Moss Off the Roof

Q:

What causes the mold on my roof? How can I get rid of it? How can I keep it from coming back?

— Trudy, Muskegon, Michigan

A:

This Old House replies: The black mold-like stains and streaks that appear on roofs, particularly light-colored asphalt shingles, is actually a blue-green algae (Gloeocapsa magma). Commonly found in climates with warm, humid summers, it does no damage to the roofing, but it certainly does looks bad.

You could replace all the roofing with new shingles dark enough to disguise the staining, or with shingles laced with copper granules, which are lethal to algae. But that would only make sense if the shingles were worn out.

The less expensive solution is to spray wash the roof with a 50 percent mix of water and bleach to get rid of the algae. (No pressure washers, please. They're likely to damage the shingles.) Just be sure to wet your foundation plantings first, and rinse everything in clean water when you're done. Plants don't like bleach, and wetting them with plain water first protects them.

To keep the algae from coming back, insert 6-inch-wide strips of zinc or copper under the row of shingling closest to the roof peak, leaving an inch or two of the lower edge exposed to the weather. That way whenever it rains, some of the metal molecules will wash down the roof and kill any algae trying to regain a foothold on your shingles.

You can probably see this same principle working on roofs in your neighborhood. Look for chimneys with copper flashing; the areas directly below the flashing will be free of any algae stains. (Read the entire post here)

Years of expertise has taught even the best Calgary AB roof maintenance and services contractors that a huge ounce of prevention can defeat tons of cure. Roofing maintenance truly plays an important role in extending roofing lifespan and performance.

One of the things contractors have to understand is to know the primary causes of moss growth on residential roofing. This post from The Record will give you an excellent idea so you can nip mold growth right in the bud.

What Causes Moss To Grow On Your Roof

The growth of moss on your roof is more than an unsightly blemish that detracts from the appeal of your home. Moss is a nuisance that threatens the integrity of your home and the health of you and your family.

The shingles on your roof offer an ideal environment for moss and algae to grow because it is an area of your home that is moist and humid, which when combined with the indirect sunlight of shade from trees, allows moss to thrive. The accumulation of leaves from the trees and other organic debris that collect on your roof give moss the necessary nutrients to grow.

Moss holds water on the surface of your roof like a sponge and, over time, the shingles crack and pull apart as the water freezes and thaws, allowing water to leak in and rot your roof. In addition, because moss flourishes near the edge of shingles, it can pry the shingles apart as it expands.

When it comes to moss and your roof, an ounce of prevention goes a long way to saving your roof. Proper care and maintenance can eliminate conditions that promote the growth of moss of your roof and regular roof inspections can detect the early signs of moss growth so you can take steps to discourage the spread of the moss.

Trimming tree branches that are near or touching your roof will deter the growth of moss or algae. Keep your gutters clean and remove any leaves and debris so water can drain properly, eliminating conditions that will allow moss to grow.

You should also ensure your roof is well-ventilated roof to promote air circulation in your attic, preventing condensation from forming in your attic and lead to the growth of moss on your roof (Read full post here).

In some cases, mold growth can become extreme and overtake the roof's foundational materials. When this happens, it is unfortunately time to replace your old roof. In fact, when you see these signs, it is definitely high time that you considered replacing your roof to improve your property's condition and protection against the elements.

Good Housekeeping has an excellent article on knowing when your roof is "shot" and needs to get replaced. Read it here.

8 Warning Signs That Your Roof Is Shot

Know when it's time to run for cover — and by that, we mean call in the pros.

A solid roof above your head is pretty crucial if you've become accustomed to having a warm, cozy, and leak-free home. Here's how to notice and deal with potential issues before they become big ones.

1.Your roof's 25th birthday is approaching.

"An asphalt shingle roof should last between 20 and 30 years," says Claude McGavic, executive director of The National Association of Home Inspectors. "If you have a 40-year-old roof,there could be a problem — even if it looks good from the ground."

How much time you've got left: Five to 10 years, depending on your roof's condition. If you live in a development and your neighbors are all starting to replace their roofing, that could be a sign that you should do the same.

2. The shingles are curling.

Shingles can curl in two ways: There's cupping, which happens when the edges of the shingles turn upward; and there's clawing, which is when the edges stay flat and the middle starts to come up. "Both are signs of weathering and indicate that problems — potentially leaks — are relatively close to fruition," says Mark Graham, vice president of the National Roofing Contractors Association.

How much time you've got left: "Depending on the extent of the curling, it could be anywhere from a year to five years before you need a new roof," says Graham.

3. Entire shingles are missing. (Read full post)

Now that you know proper roof maintenance and how moss affects your roof in the most extreme cases, you can now provide excellent maintenance to your roof. However, if you need a professional to do the job without fail, you can count on No Payne Roofing to help with your Calgary AB roof maintenance or replacement -- just contact us today!

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