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❝All you wanted was to help your best friend get over his ex girlfriend. How did you manage to end up confessing your feelings?❞

Header Credit: Me

・❥ Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

・❥ Genre: Best Friends To Lovers; Fluff; Humour; Smut; Angst (if you squint)

・❥ Rating: 18+ (Minors DNI), NOT SAFE FOR RAMADAN

・❥ Word Count: 7.5K

・❥ Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption/intoxication, little fight between his ex and Y/N, Jungkook can be a bit senseless but can't we all?, sexual tension, heavy makeout, explicit consensual sex, dirty talk, pet names, oral (Female and Male receiving), dom!JK, sub!Reader, hair pulling, unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, spanking, praise kink, rough sex, marking (hickeys, biting)

Jungkook didn't know how he ended up here. He just remembers exiting his shared apartment in a fit of rage, anxiety, and hurt, wandering the streets of Seoul blindly, his mind racing with thoughts that he wanted to be rid of. So how he managed to end up at his best friend's apartment complex without realizing was baffling to him. It was almost like his heart knew who he needed right now. The one person who will sit and listen to him without interrupting or pretending to listen. The one person who would make him laugh when he needed to be cheered up. The person who undoubtedly cared for him no matter what bullshit they go through together or wouldn’t get annoyed at the dumb shit he says. That person was his best friend, the girl he grew up with. You.

He absolutely knew you'd tear him a new one for showing up at three in the morning without warning. You liked your sleep. No, loved your sleep, he always teases you about how you love it more than your own best friend. And now, he was about to disturb it. You were a force to be reckoned with when your beauty sleep is broken. The only time Jungkook will admit he's terrified of you.

He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding before raising his hand and knocking on your door a few times knowing it would take a few more to awaken you. He almost grimaces, almost, as he hears you stomping and your muffled yells of insults for the intrusion on your sleep. 

Incoming in 3, 2, 1-

“I swear to god whoever woke me at three in the morning, you are getting castrate- woah, you look like shit dude.”

“Well hello to you too, Bug,” Jungkook says sarcastically, stuffing his hands in his pockets, shaking his head to fix his bangs, and staring at you with tears in his eyes as he finally lets them out now that he was standing in front of his safe person. But somehow you always managed to make him laugh. You had never been good with people crying, it always amused him and right now it did too, watching the reaction you always seem to have. Sheer panic and awkwardness.

“Shi-no! Don’t you dare cry on me, dude! I can do anything but tears Jeon! In! Get in now! Sit and wipe them tears with a tissue, or a blanket I don’t care just get rid of them! I’ll get the wine!” You ramble in panic, grabbing his arm and practically yanking the poor heartbroken boy into your apartment, shutting the door before rushing to your kitchen to get said items. It was clear he could use a glass. Or five.

Jungkook sniffles and plops down onto your couch, swiping his tears with his shirt and letting out a little laugh as you shuffle into the living room with your arms filled with snacks and a wine bottle and glasses in your hand which he takes an effort to prevent you from smashing them, watching as you sit next to him and release all the snacks into both your laps.

“I will never understand how you are able to carry so much. I would have dropped it all before I even left the kitchen.” Jungkook mumbles, tilting his head as you scoff opening the wine and flicking the lid off, grabbing his glass.

“That’s because I’m a woman and over the many years of our existence we have evolved to have velociraptor hands to carry multiple things at once, now take your pick on snacks and tell me what’s caused you to show up at my door at this time of the night? What’s wrong, Honey Bun?” You pout as you hand him the drink and ruffle his hair playfully earning a whine and a glare from him.

“I told you to stop doing that.” He grumbles before plucking a bag of chips from your lap and opening them and sighing. He really didn’t know where to begin. Does he just rip the bandaid off or not? Eventually, he decided that yes, he just need to rip the bandaid off. He needed to come to terms with it too. 

“Hyun-Ae and I broke up.” He says dejectedly, munching on his chips, raising an eyebrow as you choke on your wine and look at him in disbelief, putting the glass down on the coffee table and turning your body to look at him fully.

“What?! Why? You two were literally on a date earlier!” You say in shock. You were confused, Jungkook had face timed you that morning talking about the date he planned for her. He had seemed so proud of himself and the big smile on his face talking about it had made your heart flutter. His smile always did but he didn’t have to know that.

“I know. It went so great too Y/N, we were happy but by the end of it, her mood had changed. I thought I did something wrong, she ignored me for the rest of the day until before when I got fed up and wanted to know what was wrong if I had messed up and she just blew up at me. She thought I was proposing and got mad that I didn’t. So you know I told her just because I didn’t propose doesn’t mean that I didn’t want to at all. I mean, Bug we hadn’t been together for a year yet.” He remarks and snags his wine off the table and takes a big gulp of it. 

You blink at him, in complete disbelief at what you were hearing. You didn’t know what to say but he wasn’t finished yet, there was more to this so you allowed him to carry on. To vent and get everything he needed off his chest. So you sat. You listened, nodding your head and humming in acknowledgment so he knew you were paying attention to every single word he uttered, taking his hand in yours when he holds his out wanting some comfort from you. By the time he had finished, you were annoyed at her, angry. And Jungkook? Well, he was now three bottles in and hiccuping, swaying slightly in his place. He was definitely gonna have a hangover tomorrow.

“So…basically, she got mad that you didn’t propose to her when you’ve only been together for what? Ten months? You told her one day in the future you would just not right now and she got even angrier and gaslit you saying that you didn’t love her and that she wasn’t good enough for you and asking if you were cheating on her? Then tried to get you to get on one knee right then and there to propose to show you loved her or it was over?” You sum up, carefully taking the glass out of his hand that he was beginning to lose grip on. That was enough alcohol for one night.

“Y-Yup! I-I told her I just wasn’t ready for that commitment y-you know? It didn’t mean I was n-never going to. I-It’s a big step in a r-relationship.” He hiccups, throwing himself back on the couch and pouting, running a hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, I know that, Honey Bun. I know. It’s gonna be okay alright? There’s plenty of fish in the sea dude.” You sigh patting his leg that he had sprawled over your lap, raising an eyebrow as he lifts his head up and frowns.

“F-Fish? B-But I’m a human dumbass. I c-can’t date a fish. That’s fucked up.” He slurs, poking you. You slap his hand away and roll your eyes at him. He really did concern you sometimes. Drunk Jungkook was another level of senseless.

"Sometimes I wish I could IV some sense into your bloodstream. Seriously, you are so dense. It’s a figure of speech, not literal Jungkook." You grumble, pushing his head to lay back again, chuckling at the sound of realization he makes.

“Ahhh, I get it now.”

“Do you?”

“No.”

“Of course not. I think you should get some sleep Kook and then when you’re sober we’ll talk about it more tomorrow okay? I’ll go get you a blanket and a pillow.” You say softly, moving his legs to get up, an amused look on your face as he huffs and shakes his head.

"I’ll go home. I can stand..." Jungkook slurred drunkenly; attempting to lift himself up off the couch, a snicker leaving your lips at his poor attempt, shaking your head.

"No, you can't dumbass, lay down you can sleep here, I’m not carrying your heavy ass anywhere." You say with a small smile. And for once Jungkook doesn't disagree.

—

"Truly Amazing." 

"Thank you.”  

"Not that. I was referring to what an idiot you are." You scoff, crossing your arms and glaring at the sheepish-looking Jungkook as he grins at you and places his arm around your shoulder, which you nudge off and roll your eyes at him. 

"Ah, but Idiocy is the first step toward Genius!" He remarks proudly. You facepalm and sigh shaking your head. He was unbelievable. You two were completely opposite to each other when it came to common sense.

“Fuck sake, I am fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten” You grumble looking around, holding your phone up in hopes to get at least a single bar of signal. Jungkook had decided he wanted to take an early morning hike and dragged you along with him. Saying it was good for the body and mind. But being the cocky guy he is, he wanted to stray from the trail and go his own way. Saying he knew where he was going. How wrong he was. 

“Ouch, hurtful.” He pouts, tilting his head as he watches you stand on a rock, phone up in your stretched-out hand.

 “Good it was meant to hurt bitch now focus!” You hiss, groaning when you don’t get a single ounce of signal. You couldn’t believe this was happening. You knew you should have never left the comfort of your bed but Jungkook can be too convincing and stubborn. You would have ended up here no matter what. You were lost in the middle of nowhere. No way to contact anyone or use your maps. No sign of civilization.

"Sooo what's the plan?" Jungkook says sheepishly, inching closer to the rock you were on. He just had a gut feeling that your clumsy self would take a misstep on it and hurt yourself. So he stayed close. Just in case.

"I don't have a plan." You sigh, pocketing your phone and looking around once more before inevitably giving up. You were gonna find nothing. It was just trees for miles. You were both screwed.

"But you're the smart one here, you must have a plan." He says, grinning nervously as you snap your head over to look at him with a death stare, hands on your hips, foot tapping waiting for him to retract his statement but he didn’t. If looks could kill. He would most certainly be dead. 

"Being the 'smart one' does not mean I come with a lifetime supply of plans in my fucking pocket Jeon! You got us into this situation, you figure this one out!" You sneer before sighing and rubbing your temples. You hadn’t meant to snap, you were stressed. The one thing you hated was not being in control of a situation and being lost with no idea where to go was definitely stress-inducing. 

“I know, I know I’m sorry, just get down before you hurt yourself and we’ll figure this out together okay?” He sighs and holds his hand out for you to take, staring up at you in awe. He had always thought you were pretty, but stood on the rock, the breeze following through your hair, the early morning sunlight that reflected off the trees, perfectly onto your face, highlighting your features, eyes shining, the pout on your lips. You looked ethereal.  

“Fine, yeah okay.” You murmur reaching down for his hand eyes widening as you slip on a ridge of the rock, squeezing your eyes shut waiting for the impact of the hard leave-covered floor, but it never came. All you felt was a warm body, the subtle scent of lavender and chamomile. A scent you recognize as Jungkook. You slowly open your eyes and blink realizing that you were wrapped up in Jungkook’s arms. He had caught you before you could fall. 

“I got you, I got you. Are you alright? Are you hurt?” He asks worriedly as he places you down,  checking you over, his chest practically pressed against yours, pausing as you carefully push him away to create some distance, your cheeks burning as you shake your head, holding your breath. Having him so close made your heart race. You could feel breath fanning over your face.

“I-I’m fine, I’m not hurt. Thanks, Kook.” You whisper, nervously playing with your hands as he sighs in relief and waves you off, oblivious to your nervous reaction to him. 

“You’re welcome. Just be careful, Bug, you could have seriously hurt yourself. We gotta find our way back in one piece right?” He smiles, holding your hand beginning to walk in a direction. You had to at least try and find your way back right? You’d get nowhere just in one spot.

“Yeah yeah I know. I’m a danger to myself.”  You huff making him laugh and shake his head.

“Damn right you are, what’d you do without me?” He grins and you look at him with an amused look. A look that told him you were about to make a smart remark.

“I wouldn’t be lost in the middle of nowhere that’s for sure. Why did you want to go a hike anyway?” You tease, stepping over a log, watching your every step. You did not want to fall. Not again. He’d never let you live it down. He always reminded you of how clumsy you were, he did not need another reason in one day to remind you.

“I wanted to clear my head, think about the break-up and try and see the full picture you know? See if there was something I genuinely did do wrong. You know maybe I should have just proposed? I know it’s been a few weeks but it just plays on my mind sometimes.” He says shrugging his shoulders, hissing as you smack the back of his head, a glare on your face.

“Fool. You did nothing wrong. You listened to her. Explained why you didn’t want to propose yet and she didn’t like that. She tried to force you Jungkook. Something you weren’t ready for and she didn’t take no for an answer. Why should you have to sacrifice your happiness and feelings for something she wanted right then and there and you didn’t? You never said it wasn’t on the table just that it wasn’t something you personally were ready for at that period of time. You both wanted different things and unfortunately, that’s what happens to a lot of people. Yeah, it’s been a few weeks but that doesn’t mean you still can’t feel shit about it Kook. People all heal differently.” You reassure him as he nods slowly. You were right. He couldn’t force himself to do something he wasn’t ready for. A commitment that honestly, kind of terrified him. 

“I just thought I could have done something different, but yeah you’re right, I couldn’t put myself in that situation. I would have really regretted it. I couldn’t have compromised with her. This is why I brought you with me because you always know what to say.” He smiles, pulling you into a side hug as you strolled through the unleveled terrain. 

“You know, I thought you’d be a lot harsher about her when I told you about the break-up but you have surprised me. You hated the girl from the minute you met her.” Jungkook chuckles, whining as you poke his side, rolling your eyes.

“I never said I hate her just that I wasn’t keen on her, but I wasn’t gonna be bitch when you were clearly upset. I wasn’t gonna go ‘I told you so’ and invalidate your emotions and feelings, Kook. Yes, I told you I wasn’t keen on her and that there was something about her that I just couldn’t put my finger on. I wasn’t gonna go ‘Don’t date her, I don’t like her.’ I told you that if you’re gonna date her and be serious about it that you just be careful and that you are really sure and happy. I wasn’t gonna try and ruin your happiness because of a feeling I had on her. Your happiness was all that mattered to me.” You explain looking up at him and pouting at the look on his face. You couldn’t tell what it was but it looked sincere. A look you wanted him to have every time he looked at you.

But what you didn’t know was he did look at you with that same look a lot. Awe, care, hope. Love. It was love. Jungkook loved you. More than you could ever imagine. You weren’t just his best friend. You were someone he wanted to call his. Someone he imagined himself with. Someone he definitely wanted to grow old with. Jungkook can’t pinpoint when he started feeling this way for you. But it was definitely sometime in high school. It hurt him every time he’d see you with another guy. The dates you went on but failed. The boyfriends. It all practically killed him. 

But he was scared to confess. Scared to ruin your friendship. So he buried them. Tried to forget them and date others but it never felt right. Until he met Hyun-Ae. For a short period of time, she had made him ‘forget’ his feelings for you. But they came back in a blink of an eye when she broke up with him. The night you let him into your apartment and listened to him and validated his emotions. Like right now, you didn’t like Hyun-Ae but just wanted him to be happy so accepted it. ‘Your happiness was all that mattered to me’. Yeah, he was utterly and undoubtedly in love with you and he’d never stop loving you. 

But he didn’t know that you loved him unconditionally too. That it also hurt you to see him with other girls that weren’t you, that you were scared to confess to and ruin your friendship. The both of you were so oblivious to your feelings for each other that it was so painful for your friends to watch. But they weren’t going to interfere. If you were going to end up together, it’d happen naturally they told each other. That was four years ago.

“Thanks, Bug. That really does mean a lot. Sorry for bringing you on a hike gone wrong. We should have done something else. Like let loose, we haven’t done that in a while. Other than when I showed up at your apartment but that doesn’t count, I was a mess.” Jungkook laughs, kicking a pebble in his way, jumping as you gasp and stop in your place.

“Oh hey, we made it back out! How’d you know to go this way?” You say enthusiastically bouncing your heels as you realize you had made your way back onto the trail, turning to look at Jungkook, your grin dropping seeing the amused smirk on his face. Oh no.

“What if…I told you that maybe I knew we weren’t lost and I just wanted to prank you?”

“Jeon Jungkook I swear to fucking god I’m gonna kill you!”

In reality, he had no idea where he was going or how he navigated his way back but you didn’t have to know that. He loved to tease you.

—

"Why are we here again?" 

"Because you said we needed to let loose the other day, why else would we be here?" 

"When I said to let loose I meant in the comforts of our own homes. Not a random club that will end up with us kicked out like usual. We established we do not mix well with other people." Jungkook huffs rolling his eyes before downing the drink he cradled in his hands. 

"Well shit dude, how was I supposed to know that? When you say let loose I'm gonna assume you mean in a club. Use specifics next time dumbass." You scoff, flicking his forehead earning a hiss from him, and glare at you, rubbing his forehead, grumbling under his breath.

He was right though, since college you two couldn't be trusted to be in a club without supervision from your friends. The pair of you were partners in crime. It didn't matter what the situation was, you'd always be there for each other. When it came to clubs you'd either be kicked out from dancing on tables or from getting in a fight. It didn't matter, it always happened. It was only a matter of time until you were kicked out. 

"Wanna bet on the reason we end up kicked out this time?" Jungkook says in amusement, waving the bartender over to order another drink.

You raise an eyebrow before grinning and shrugging. It really could be anything at this point. 

"Hmm, I think it's gonna be a fight. I'm feeling...violent tonight. You gonna have my back?" You tease taking a sip of your drink as he shakes his head. 

"You know I always have your back Bug, you're my ride or die." He affirms, patting your bare shoulder before ordering you both another drink. You shudder from the contact of his warm slender hand on your shoulder, placing a hand on your racing heart, taking a deep breath. You hated how he had this effect on you, he was your best friend. You couldn't have him. You'd never have him. He didn't see you how you saw him. Well, so you thought. 

"Ditto, Honey Bun, ditto." 

"Here, now let's go find somewhere to sit in this god-forsaken place." He groans, handing you your drink before wrapping his arm around your shoulders to keep you close as he pushes through the waves of bodies to find a seat until he finally finds one and plops down. 

"We're so boring. What happened to us two little party animals?" You laugh, nodding your head to the music. Jungkook practically snorts, shaking his head, 

"We grew up and got bored of the partying." 

You sit in a comforting silence, dancing along to the music and continuing to down drinks to the point where you both could feel the slight buzz of intoxication, confidence, and mischief. You were both beginning to enjoy yourselves, that was until your reason to get kicked out waltzed in. Hyun-Ae was unashamedly hanging off a clearly well-off man's arm, rolling your eyes and nudging Jungkook, shamelessly pointing behind him. 

"Hey Kook, looks like your ex moved on pretty quick for someone pressuring you to marry them." You sneer, letting out a laugh of disbelief. You really despised the woman. She used Jungkook purely for her own leisure, she didn't deserve him, he was a gentleman, caring, loyal. You hate how she broke his heart. 

Jungkook peers over before looking back at you and shrugs nonchalantly a teasing smile on his face. With the alcohol in his system, he felt like he had the courage of ten men. If he didn't do this now, he never would. He couldn’t carry on and pretend his feelings aren’t there. Like they’d just suddenly disappear.

"Yeah well so have I." He smirks, leaning back in his seat and taking a swig of his drink. You tilt your head in confusion. Your heart sank a little. You hadn't been told that he was interested in someone else. You really needed to get over your feelings for him. You had no chance with him. You were just best friends after all. All you were doing was hurting yourself.

"Oh really? You got proof of that, Honey Bun?" You tease trying to keep your composure, leaning forward and resting your chin on your hand, playfully wiggling your eyebrows. He snorts and places his drink down before leaning forward too, licking his lips to wet them, tilting his head, a smug smile on his face before blurting out, 

"Well, the proof...would ruin our friendship." 

Your breath hitches, your cheeks flushing as you begin to get flustered, your heart racing as you look down to the table to break eye contact with him. He couldn't be insinuating what you thought right? Maybe you were misunderstanding? Right?

He chuckles, a smirk playing on his lips, he could see the doubt and the inner monologue you were practically having as he gently grabs your chin and lifts your head up to look at him and coos, 

"We don't want to ruin it now do we, pretty girl?"

Your heart was racing. Your lips were parted, the words you wanted to say on the tip of your tongue but couldn’t see to vocalize them. You had waited what felt like an eternity for this moment. A moment you had fanaticized for the longest time. But back then they were dreams and this was reality. This was really happening. It was like music to your ears. A rush of adrenaline. You weren’t going to let this moment slip through your fingers. You may never get another chance to do this.

“What if I want to ruin our friendship? What if I want to be more than just your best friend?” You whisper, breath hitching as he tugs your chair closer to him, your hands shaking as you place one on his cheek, closing your eyes as he nudges his nose against yours, foreheads pressed against each other.

“Yeah? You want to be my girl?” He breathes out, lips grazing against yours, his own heart pounding in anticipation. He wanted to so badly claim you as his own. Be able to tell everyone that you were his girl, no one else's. He so badly wanted to feel your lips against his. To have your body against his. 

“She’s watching Kook.” You murmur, peering over his shoulder when you got the feeling of someone staring. Her jaw was clenched, and her eyes narrowed as she eyed you both angrily. You could see her fists were clenched beside her. She wasn’t impressed.

“So? Let her watch pretty girl, let's give her a show. Let her know who I belong to now.” He smirks and without a moment of hesitation, his lips were against yours. It was nothing like you had imagined it would be. It was even better. It was euphoric. His lips were soft, his lip ring cold in contrast to his warmth. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. It was bruising, and dizzying. A small moan left your lips as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth before letting it go with a pop, a teasing smirk on his swollen lips, you were sure yours were too. The both of you panting, arousal pooling in the pit of your stomach, almost shaking with excitement, you knew where this was going, and you had never wanted it more. He opens his mouth to speak but a figure towering over you halts his actions, the both of you looking up and sighing seeing the very irritated Hyun-Ae. Yeah, this was it, you were about to get kicked out.

“Ah Hyun-Ae what an unpleasant surprise, how can we help you on this fine night?” You smile fakely leaning back in your seat in amusement waiting to hear her spew nonsense.

“So this is who you downgraded to? You skanky ‘best friend’, I always knew she wanted to get her grubby hands on you.” She seethes crossing her arms. Jungkook rolls his eyes, now he can see why you disliked her.

“I’m too sober for this bullshit…” You mumble to yourself, her voice practically causing you a headache.

“I think I got an upgrade thank you very much. She’s far more of a better person than you.” Jungkook snarks, glaring at his ex-girlfriend.

“I see you had downgrade though, you know for a bitch wanting to force him to marry her, you sure have moved on quickly, very materialistic aren’t you? Going for the rich guys, I think all you want is the lavish life, the money, not the love and comfort.” You say in amusement, a harsh grin on your lips as she gasps and retracts slightly at your insult.

“Why you vile, piece of-”

“Woah woah, I'm sensing…some hostility. Maybe you should take up meditation?” You say sweetly only angering the woman more and bringing you more entertainment.

“I could never stand you!” She exclaims making you laugh and stand up so you were level with her, tilting your head at her,

“Then sit down no one asked you to stand. You know, if there was a prize for having the world's most punchable face, I'm sure you'd win." You sneer, watching as she raises her hand to slap you but it never reaches you, thanks to Jungkook’s quick reflexes grabbing her wrist.

“I think that’s enough. Hyun-Ae leave us alone. We’re over. You don’t get to criticize me for who I date when you are seeing some stuck-up, self-absorbed man. I mean look, he doesn’t even care that you’ve wandered off. Hope you become a better person. Now excuse us, we have something much more fun to do.” Jungkook huffs, letting go of her wrist before tugging you out of the club. He needed to get out of here.

“How do you always end up with the psychos?” You laugh as you both climb into a cab, a noise of surprise leaving your lips as he pulls you close to him, a playful smile on his lips,

“Are you insinuating that you’re psycho too pretty girl?”

“I never denied it, Honey Bun. You should know that I can be a bit psycho by now.” You tease and press your lips onto his, his tongue swirling with yours, hand in your hair to keep you close. As soon as you reached your apartment things got intense. In a split second his touch awakened every nerve in your body and brain, electrifying them. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible. You both barely make it to the bedroom, hands trying to touch every bit of each others body, clothes being thrown all over the floor, the only things left on your body was your bra and pants and Jungkook in his boxers. Jungkook pulls away from the kiss to admire you, eyes filled with love and lust.

In the room that is twilight and shadow Jungkook stands close enough for you to breathe in his scent. His arms wrap around your back and in one gentle pull your skin touches. You feel his hand in your hair, how he loves the softness, watching it tumble as he releases it. Then his hand moves down your cheekbones to your lips. That's when the kissing starts again and you start to move like partners in a dance that is written in your DNA. Your bodies fit together as if you were made just for this, to fall into one another, to feel this natural rhythm. With a laugh he lifts you right off your feet, carrying you towards the bed, letting you fall with a soft bounce on the mattress. You lock eyes for just a moment, just enough for you to feel safe with one another. Then he's all business, undoing your jeans, pulling them off, kissing from your toes upward, slowly, his hands on your legs, always just a little higher than the kisses. You feel your back arch in anticipation, knowing where his fingers will soon reach. Your head rocks back against the pillow as he does, the first moan escaping your lips. 

But as quick as it happened his fingers were gone, a teasing smile on his face, “You think I’d give you everything you want so quickly? No way baby, you need to use your big girl words. Talk to me.” 

“Jungkook you cannot be serious, I do not do teasing, you better do something quick.” You groan, glaring at his laugh before flipping the two of you over so that you were on top.

“Shit, pretty girl,” he hisses as you roll your hips, grinding your core against his. He can feel how wet you are through where your cunt drags against his underwear soaking them. You were burning from arousal and anticipation, gasping as he flips you back over.

“I want to taste you. Can I?” 

The question makes your legs shiver and you nod. He nudges your legs open with his knee, hands pressing into the mattress beside your shoulder and head locking you in under his form. He leans down and kisses you with the same urgency he had in the cab. Your head swims with excitement and you can feel yourself growing more wet as you feel his toned stomach press to yours. A moan pushes its way out of you and into his mouth as you feel his nipples graze yours. 

“Fuck.” 

He smirks into the kiss before he breaks it and then he’s kissing your cheek, jaw, neck, clavicle, between your breasts and then your nipple is in his mouth and you arch into it as his tongue swirls and his lips encase and tug. 

“Jungkook —” you moan. 

He looks up at you, his bangs obscuring his vision but he does nothing except continue his way down your body. His hands following. You’ve never felt so safe, so secure, and so sexy under a man before. Then suddenly he’s standing again, his hands on your thighs and he tugs you down with a force that surprises you. Your eyes wide meet his, equally as wide and dark. He smiles and shakes his head, looking down at your legs. 

“What?” you ask and he looks back up at you. 

“You’re just fucking beautiful.” he rasps, taking in every inch of your body as if he’d forget what it looked like. 

“Kiss me?”

He nods but instead of crawling back up your body to meet your lips, he bends down and kisses your stomach.You close your eyes and slip your hand into his hair and tugging. He moans against your skin and your breath hitches.Your hips twitch as he kisses your hipbone and then licks your skin, biting and marking it, he wanted to claim you, paint you in arrays of purple and red bruised flowers. You lift yourself up and watch him as he shifts down, his hand sliding down following the movement of your thigh.

“Oh fuck” you breathe out surprised as you feel his index finger slip down your clit and between your folds. 

“You’re going to taste so good, I just know it,” he says as he gathers some of your arousal on his finger and then looks up at you and licks. His eyes roll back and close as he moans deep,

“Fuck, I knew it.”

You watch him go again but this time you feel his finger press into you, you gasp, hips moving. He leans in and presses the tip of his nose to your clit and licks, lapping up your arousal like a starved man. Your wanton moan fills the room and your hands tighten around his hair instinctively needing to keep him there and to stay there. His tongue works along with his finger for a few moments and then his finger is gone only to be replaced by his tongue. Pushing into you, penetrating you and you practically go limp, a choked moan leaving your mouth as his thumb returns and applies pressure to your clit. You could have came right then and there.

“Jungkook if you don’t stop I’m gonna come.” You pant and he pulls away your arousal glistening on his lips, shuddering as he licks his lips not wanting to waste a single drop of your slick. Leaning back the bulge in his underwear evident of his painful boner. You kneel on your shaking legs, keeping your eyes locked on his as you press wet kisses to his stomach moving lower and lower, his breath getting heavy, his hands gently caressing your skin, your fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers before tugging them down his length springing free, he kicks them off and you stare in awe before starting your teasing, wrapping your fingers around him, squeezing lightly.

“Pretty girl, don’t fucking tease, you’ll get a punishment for it.” He husked, glaring at the playful smile on your face.

“Not so fun when you’re on the receiving end is it baby?” You coo, hand moving off his length, a growl leaving his mouth, placing a hand in your hair opening his mouth to talk but a choked moan leaves his mouth as you swipe your tongue across his head, tasting the tang of his pre-cum.

You wrap your lips around him and take him until he hits your throat, looking up at him through your lashes, then you come up and pause, just holding him in your mouth, your tongue running back and forth across the underside. Jungkook grunts and his eyelids flutter closed.

“Pretty girl, oh fuck…” He groans, strangled, panting and head rocking back, his adams apple bobbing in his throat.

“Mm?” you hum, not taking him from your mouth, and you notice the muscle in his jaw jump as he clenches as you trail sloppy, wet kisses down the length of his hot, smooth cock.  You run your tongue flat across his balls as your hand continues to pump his shaft and he moans,

“Doing such a good job my pretty girl, fuck your mouth is incredible babygirl.”

You hollow your cheeks and suck, your hand and mouth moving as one, eager to impress him more, the praises causing your arousal to drip. Jungkook’s hand in your hair is tight, not directing you, just to have something to hold on to. As you push lower, tipping your head to take him into your throat, he jerks, his abdomen tightening euporhically, close to his release. This was quickest he’s ever needed to cum before from a blowjob.

“Y/N, Y/N stop, our first time is not gonna have me, cumming in your mouth, I wanna be inside you, fuck do you have condoms?” He rasps as he gently pulls you away, groaning as you shake your head.

“No I have the coil and I’m clean you?” You pant, lips swollen and red, leaning your face into his touch as he strokes your cheek, nodding and gulping. Fuck he doesn’t think he’s going to last long going in raw.

“Fuck, yeah, yeah I am, shit baby, I might not last long.” He grunts, softly pushing you back, grinning as you squeal when he flips you over, pulling your ass up and running his hand over your cheek before a smack echoes in the room and a stinging sensation is spreading over your ass, a cry of pleasure escaping your lips.

“Such a perfect ass, wanna mark it all up with my handprint but we can do that another day, right now I need to be inside you before I die.” He groans, aligning his length with your entrance, Your whole body shuddering as he presses into you for the first time. You both moan low and Jungkook pauses at the bottom to regain his composure. It was like you were made for each other, the way your bodies moulded together perfectly. You were addicted already.

He drags himself backwards before thrusting in again. Your walls are spasming already; you’re so tight and he’s stretching you just right, filling you up like you’ve not been filled before. You were wrecked for any other man, not that you wanted anyone else.

“Oh fuck Kookie, feels so fucking good, don’t stop.” You babble, a complete mess as he picks gains rhythm, picking up his pace and ruthlessly pounding into you, your fists tight in the sheets, your head dropping muffling your moans, gasping as one of his hands grabs your hair and pulls you up, growling,

“Don’t you fucking dare hide those pretty moans. I wanna hear every single one. I want everyone to know who’s making you feel this good, who you belong to, do you understand pretty girl?” 

“Yes! Yes I understand! Jungkook fuck!” You practically scream out, eyes rolling back, the pleasure so intense, your body felt like it was on fire. 

He watches closely as he pushes into the tight, wet slip of your core, watching himself disappear into you with each thrust, moans leaving his throat. You loved how vocal he was. It excited you more, your pride soaring that you were able to make him feel good too. You really do feel drunk, giddy, hysterical. You feel tears prick in your eyes at the relief of it, the pressure, the pleasure. 

“Shit, I can’t wait to fill you up, stuff you fucking full. Can you take it, baby?” He rasps 

“I can take it,” you reply, voice high and tight. 

“Give it to me, Kookie- fuck.” 

He grabs the hair at the back of your head again and pulls it back, your back pressed to his chest as he fucks up into you, keeping your neck so he can kiss you, lick you, bite you there, moaning against your skin as you whimper and stutter, a silent scream leaving your lips as he reaches deeper into you from the new position,

“Kookie, shit, please. I need you to fuck me forever. God, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” 

“Never,” he grunts. “Shit, won’t stop. I’m yours baby.”

Jungkook is so rough you loved it, his grip on your waist painfully tight that you knew it would leave marks.You felt so sensitive, you’re at an almost constant spasm around him; your limbs tingling from adrenaline. Jungkook sucks at that one spot on your neck that makes you melt and you swear, voice wavering and breaking. He knew you were close and so was he, his stomach so tight, desperate for his release, but he wouldn’t come. Not yet. He needed to make sure you came first. Your pleasure came first to him.

“You gonna come pretty girl? I want you to come all over me, be a good girl and come.” He coos darkly into your ear, his hand slipping between your legs, his pace never faltering. His touch is gentle, but it’s enough to have your vision burning white, your blood roaring, your ears ringing as you come. You hold him tight, your hand digging into his hair as you splutter and pant, your head laying back on his shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate from his husky groans and growls as he comes too, fucking you both through your orgasms, filling you up with his cum. 

The room is filled with your pants and heavy breathing as you both come down from your orgasm, nothing but gentle touches shared between you both to keep you both grounded, a gasp leaving you both as Jungkook gently slips out of you and guiding you to lay down before flopping down next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“You still with me, Bug?” Jungkook chuckles tiredly, seeing the fucked out look in your eyes, stroking hair back from your face and peppering kisses to your face moving his hand to stroke up and down your spine.

“Mhmm, still here, just regrouping, Honey Bun.” You whisper, a tired smile on your face. You were in sheer bliss, pure happiness. You finally got the guy. A man you loved so dearly for years. 

“That’s good. You did so good pretty girl. Such a good girl for me. I love you.” He utters, nuzzling his nose against yours, grinning as you pout your lips for a kiss, giggling as he presses multiple pecks onto them.

“I love you too. That was everything and more than I could have ever imagined.” You sigh, nuzzling your head into his chest, a yawn leaving your lips as he kisses the top of your head.

“That’s good to hear. I’m so glad I get to call you mine finally, I’ve loved you for so long. I couldn’t hide it no more.”

“I’m glad you didn’t, I’ve loved you since fucking high school. It was killing me.” You laugh, stopping when he tenses and sits up causing you to sit up as well.

“Wait…you’ve loved me since high school?” He says in shock, cursing at himself as you nod slowly and frown.

“Yeah why? What’s wrong with that?” You say hesitantly, slightly amused as he groans and face palms. Yeah you two really were that oblivious.

“I’ve loved you since high school too…” He muffles out and your eyes widen in realization. You felt like an idiot. He felt like an idiot. 

“Wait so that means-”

“Yeah we could have been together a long time ago if we weren’t so dumb.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

Guys I'm so sorry for how late this is, I am a dumbass and totally forgot to switch from draft to post so I thought I had posted this ages ago, I'm so dumb so I sincerely apologize for making you guys wait and I hope you guys enjoyed 😅♥

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[beingsuneone]

Tragedy

PART ONE | PART TWO

SYNOPSIS: You hadn’t lived in the Spring Court for a long time, not since the Night Court murdered your entire family except yourself and your brother, Tamlin. You don’t think about it much, except when you argue with Rhysand, when it becomes a threat. You always promise him that you’re sick of him and you’re going to return to Spring but you never do. Until you do.

FANDOM: A Court Of Thorns And Roses

PAIRING(S): Rhysand x Tamlin’s Sister!Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Cassian, Azriel, Tamlin, Mor, Amren

GENRE/AU: Pre-Amarantha/cusp of, some fluff, some angst, Lost Royalty Au (Tamlin’s lost Sister)

WORD COUNT: 3.2k

WARNINGS: Physical Violence (thanks Tam), mentions of arguments

A/N: the dividers looks best on dark mode, also dividers and header made my me :) also, this is both the first thing I’ve finished and the first fic I’ve posted since last year!! (My old fics aren’t up anymore) I reeeallly wanna write a pt 2.

DEDICATIONS: n/a

CREDITS: n/a

The snow crunches softly under your feet, which are already halfway to freezing and you’re only fifty paces outside of the townhouse.

You’d just had another fight with Rhysand and had threatened— for the millionth time— that you were going to return to Spring Court and live with your brother, Tamlin. The only member of your blood family still alive.

Both Rhysand and yourself know it’s not true. You’ve never made it down the first street in Velaris before you’re crawling back and begging Rhysand to forgive you. (Or visca versa)

Partly because you love him and largely because you’re terrified to return to Spring, No matter how petty your pride wishes to be.

When you were a young Fae, you had gone for a walk in the garden with your guard; It was late at night and you had been up due to nightmares. However, when you got closer to the Manor in Spring you heard a distinct scream and several loud noises, and your guard had immediately herded you as far as he could from the manor. All the way out of spring, and through the wall.

There, you were shunned by humans, and hunted by many; until a small family took you in, not caring about your pointy ears or inhuman beauty. They didn’t mind the flowers you magicked into existence or how you made their human babies laugh by shape-shifting. You were never dangerous to them, so they protected you until the day they died.

That was the day you returned to Prythian, mourning the loss of the only real family you had ever known.

Eventually you ended up in Night Court, wandering aimlessly around the vast nothingness of the court; you wondered why such a large and powerful court would seem to have almost no Fae in it— or even civilizations, for that matter. All you could see for miles and miles was mountains, trees, grass… anything in nature but no Fae.

You settled into a cave on the side of a cliff and foraged whatever food you could find. It wasn’t much but it kept you alive.

Until one day, a large winged man at the entrance of the cave, scared the ever-loving shit out of you.

“Oh- my Cauldron!” You had exclaimed, staring at who you now know to be Cassian.

He had given you a weird look and rudely remarked. “You’re awfully small for a Fae.” Then he amended, “although Amren is much smaller.”

You hadn’t known who Amren was, or what in the world he was talking about. “Who are you?” You asked him skeptically.

Cassian had opened his mouth to reply but then Rhysand walked through the door.

“I feel we should be asking you the same question.” He said smoothly. You had been immediately taken by him, his Deep Purple eyes and shadowy aura.

So much so, you almost hadn’t noticed the Mating Bond snapping into place.

Your eyes widened and one of his twitched as his cool expression dropped a moment. Rhysand, as good as he is at masks, wiped his emotions from his face a moment later.

He said, “Why don't you come along with us and tell us along the way.” He had paused and looked you up and down. “Certainly, it will be better than staying in this cave?”

You had just stumbled to your feet and nodded, taking Rhysand’s hand when he had extended to you.

That’s the moment that breaks you every time, what makes you turn right back around into Rhysand’s arms.

You remind yourself that he’s been with you for centuries now and he’s helped you heal more than you ever could on your own.

He’s the one who told you, despite his history with your family, that Tamlin was still alive; he was honest about his Family’s and his involvement in your family’s murder.

It had been hard not to hold it against him but you eventually forgave the man he is, not the kid he used to be. Besides, Spring had killed his family first, so, you supposed it had become an even playing field.

“Love,” Rhysand’s voice comes from behind you. “Please come back, I’m sorry.”

You turn around slowly, your eyes stinging with tears that threaten to flow. “Why do I do this every time?”

He sighs, and gently laces his fingers with yours. “We don’t think rationally when we’re arguing, Darling. It’s okay,” He pulls you closer and you feel yourself relax.

“Besides,” he continues. “I think you should go visit your brother— as much as I hate the thought of it.”

You pull back and look up at him. “Surely, he can’t have grown to be that terrible, Rhysand, he was a good brother when I left.” You think back to before you’d left but it’s so long ago it feels a bit blurry and out-of-reach. “Maybe inattentive but certainly not mean.”

Rhysand looks into your eyes, there’s an emotion loaded in his that you don’t take the time to decipher it because you aren’t sure you want to know. “My personal feelings skew how I see him, Darling, you have to see for yourself.” He pushes a stand of hair out of your face, and gently kisses your forehead. “Maybe it will be different with his own sister.”

You rest your forehead on his chest and he wraps his arms around your waist.

“Can we go back inside now?” You ask quietly. “My feet are freezing.”

Rhysand just chuckles and disconnects from you, save for taking one of your hands and leading you back towards the townhouse. “My love, next time you threaten to run away, please wear a coat and proper shoes.” He says playfully, flashes you a teasing smile.

You mock-glare at him, but can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face. “No, actually, I think I’d quite like to freeze to death before I ever make it out of Night.”

“Of course you would.”

…..

“How far you make it this time?” Cassian smiles when you and Rhysand walk in the door, Azriel is already building a fire and Mor is smiling brightly in a chair in front of the budding flame. Amren is sitting in one of the other chairs grumbling about the lack of good blood to drink or something— you loved her but she’d always confused you.

“Didn’t make it down the block.” Rhysand says back to Cassian, before he sits you down in front of the fire to warm up.

You shrug him off, not needing him to baby you. “Knock it off, Cassian.” You say roughly, not actually mad but feeling even colder now that you’re in a warm space. You turn your head back to Rhysand, who's already leaning on a wall across the room. “And you, Mister Automatic-Heater, come back here.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He says as Mor snickers at you. Rhysand sits down next to you and pulls you into him, using his magic to warm you up. You both know the fire never works fast enough.

You sit there for a long time, just lost in Rhysand’s presence, long enough that the others clear the room and go off to do their own things.

It’s only when everyone is finally out of earshot that Rhysand leans down, brushes his lips against the shell of your ear and whispers, “I love you, darling.”

You shiver and turn your head to face him before you place a kiss on his cheek and whisper back, “I love you more.”

“Impossible.” He shakes his head, pulling your face upwards, with two fingers under your jaw and his thumb under your chin.

You reach a hand over his and brush his hair out of his face, before you push his arm down and settle your hand on his cheek.

Then, you press your lips to his.

…..

“Okay,” Rhysand sighs, you know he’s nervous about leaving you here. “I probably shouldn’t enter Spring, so I’ll wait here. Use the bond if you need me, please.”

You place a hand on his cheek, and get closer to him. “Rhysand, I promise you, I’ll be okay.” You swipe your thumb soothingly on his cheeks. “I have to do this.”

He nods, placing his own hand over yours, while nuzzling into your hand. “I know, my love, you can absolutely handle yourself.” He pulls back, and gives you a reassuring smile. “Alright, go.”

You nod your head once and walk over the border to Spring; before you take another step, you turn back. “I love you, Rhysand.” You say, assuredly. The words have more weight to them than normal, like you’re trying to convince both yourself and Rhysand that everything is going be alright.

Luckily, the Manor rests right on one of the edges of spring, so it’s easy to find after all this time.

After a few minutes, you reach the front gates. A guard tilts his spear into your path so you have to stop.

“What is your business here?” He says gruffly.

You straighten your back and try to find the most regal parts of yourself. “I am Y/N of spring court, High Lord, Tamlin’s sister.” You're sure you said it so demandingly that he’d just let you in but the guard just looks you up and down.

“Spring Court High Fae… In Night Court Clothes?” He shakes his head. “Plus our Y/N died several Centuries ago.”

You sigh. “I don’t need to convince you, I just need to speak to Tamlin. Please.”

The guard stamps his spear, as if to tell you to go away.

So, you pull out your last playing card. “Okay, Fine. As the High Lady of the Night Court, I demand a meeting with your High Lord.” You pause. “Unless you’d like to directly deny both myself and my High Lord?”

This sends the guard into a tizzy. He opens the gate and leads you inside. He abandons you there though, and leaves you with a red-haired man.

“Who are you?” You ask.

He raises an eyebrow. “I am Lucien. Who are you, and how did you convince the guard to let you in?”

You straighten up once again. “I am Tamlin’s sister, Y/n.”

He looks you up and down and gives you a ‘you’re joking, right?’ Look. “You’re in Night Court clothes.”

You throw your arms in the air and let them fall back down. “Yes, thank you for stating the obvious. Obviously, I believed all my family to be dead and sought a home elsewhere.”

“In the Night Court. The home of the people who killed your family.” His voice is flat.

“I ended up there, but it is not where I originally went. My personal guard, Claude, took me to the human world to keep me safe from the previous High Lord of the Night Court. He was hunted down for being Fae.” You stop, feeling the annoyance bubbling under your skin; still, Lucien looks as though you’ve just spun an elaborate story. “Just let me see Tamlin, he will recognize me.”

Lucien doesn’t move.

You continue. “Do not make me use my status again please.”

This catches his attention. “What status? because if you really are from Spring Court, you certainly don’t have any.”

Rolling your eyes, you pull out the ‘High Lady’ card, once again. “If you must know, and I’d much prefer you leave me to tell this to Tamlin, but I am the High Lady of the Night Court, and that is how I got inside.” You stare at him for a moment. “Can I see my brother now, or must I find him myself?”

Lucien practically scoffs at this point. “Now I really don’t believe you. It’s unbelievable enough that Tamlin’s sister would live in Night Court but, High Lady? That is not even a real title.”

You are really starting to get annoyed. “Okay, well, first, I didn’t even know that Night Court was the one to kill my family until I’d already met Rhysand, and second, we’re mates! I don’t really get to choose that, do I?”

You’re about to say something else but you stop. “Why in the world am I arguing with you. I don’t even know you. Where is Tamlin?”

“I’m right here.” A new voice enters the conversation; it’s deep but familiar, and there’s a new edge to it that makes your skin crawl.

When you turn to face him, he stops in his tracks. His eyes widen a fraction, and his lips purse.

“Y/n?” He says, taking a tentative step towards you. “Is that you?”

You sigh in relief. “Yes, it is. Although I’ve had a hard time convincing everyone else of that.” You close the gap between yourself and your brother and hug him.

“I thought you were dead.” He says quietly. “We never found your body. I assumed the awful Night Court took your body just as our father took their wings.”

You freeze at the mention of the wings. They are Rhysand’s Mother’s and Sister’s wings. Then Tamlin seems to notice my attire. The air turns cold, a power you thought only Rhysand and maybe the Winter Court possessed.

“Why are you wearing Night Court clothes?” He says, tugging on your sleeve. You pull away from him, just a few paces.

“When I escaped,” you start, feeling inexplicably nervous as Tamlin stares down at you. “Claude took me to the human world. I lived there for at least a century before my human family died and I came back here.” You stop, gauging his reaction. “Then, I assumed everyone else had died that night and couldn’t bear to come back to spring, So…. I just walked, and walked, and— you get the point.

“Eventually I ended up in the Night Court and I lived in a cave for a long time before Rhysand found me and—”

Tamlin cuts you off. “Rhysand? Why do you talk about him with so much familiarity?” His teeth grind and he looks positively fuming. “You do know that he’s the reason our family is dead, right?”

“Well, yes, but—”

“You would betray our family like this and become part of the Court who caused our demise?”

“No, Tamlin—”

He turns his face away from you, his fists clenched. “No sister of mine would behave this way.”

Your mouth drops open, but you snap it shut. “Tamlin, when I met Rhysand, I didn’t know who killed our family.” You explain calmly. “I was just a starving woman, living in a Night Court cave.”

He glares down at you, an air of superiority hanging around his head. “And how did you learn that it was Night Court? Who killed them?”

You take a deep breath. “He told me. Honestly, truthfully, he simply told me.” You stretch your shoulders nervously, and prepare to tell him that thing that you suppose will anger him most.

It's a reasonable reaction, you think; after all, if you’d been in his place, you’d be plenty angry that your sister was conversing with people who killed your entire family.

Before you can get out though, Tamlin speaks again. “You will come live in Spring with me.” It’s not a question, he is telling you what you must do.

Your eyes soften. “I cannot do that.”

“You can and you will.” Tamlin says with a finality in his voice.

You give him a pointed look now and reiterate, “No, I cannot and I will not.” A tug on the bond pulls your attention away briefly, and you realize how sick with worry Rhysand must be. You tug back to reassure him. “Tamlin, I live in the Night Court, that is my home.”

You know sugar coating your situation will not help, but based on his reactions, it’s becoming hard to get out.

“This will be your home again.” He says it so plainly, and though he tries to leave no room for argument, you know that you must argue.

“I’m the High Lady of the Night Court, Tamlin. This cannot ever be my home again.” You say sternly.

He falls quiet and unmoving for just a moment before he explodes.

“Not only have you been cohorting with our enemies, but you have married the worst one of them all?” He roars, you haven’t heard someone yell at you so thoroughly for a very long time. Even when you argue, Rhysand never yells.

“Rhysand is not a bad man, Tamlin, no matter what you may think!” You snap back.

It takes you a moment to register what happens next, but, before you can, you're on the floor and your cheek has a harsh sting.

When you compose yourself and realize what happens, you whisper. “Rhysand was right about you.”

His face goes red once more but he just releases a strained breath and spits, “High Lady’s do not exist, no matter what he tells you, dear sister.” Then with the meanest sneer you’ve ever seen in your life, he says, “Do not come crawling back to me when your life falls into shambles.”

You rise to your feet, dust off your pants, and try to retain your composure. “You are not the brother I remember, Tamlin.” Then, you turn and begin walking to the door. “In fact, I am not sure you are that brother at all.”

The manor’s door shut behind you and you tredge back to Spring’s edge where you know Rhysand’s comforting arms will be waiting.

You see him before he sees you, but his jaw clenches as soon as he does.

“What did he do to you.” He says it so flatly it doesn’t sound like a question; he closes the distance between you two and runs his thumb over what you assume is a mark on your face.

You try to make light of the situation to hold back the tears that are gathering in your eyes. “Things got a bit physical.” You amend, “on his end, at least.”

Rhysand does not appreciate the joke. “I should’ve gone with you, he never would have tried anything in front of me.”

You shrug. “I suppose that shows the kind of man he is.”

Rhysand turns your cheeks to get a better look at the mark. “No, Darling, I think this does.”

He lets his hand fall from your face, and so you wrap your arms around his waist, burying your stinging face in his chest. “You were right, Rhys. I should have listened to you.”

You can feel him shake his head. “No, you needed to see for yourself; I should’ve been there to prevent the worst of it.”

You pull away from him and look back towards the Manor. You spot Tamlin watching the two of you from a balcony, but you are far enough away, you can’t make out his expression.

Rhysand stares back, a silent promise for retribution, one way or another.

“Can we please just go home?” You tug on Rhysand’s sleeve. “I want to rid my mind of this interaction.”

He looks back down at you and smiles tenderly. “Of course, my love.”

…..

You had fallen down into your shared bed with Rhysand and let the tears silently fall while Rhysand goes off to do whatever it is he needs to do.

You had told him you wanted a minute alone; after probably only ten minutes you had drifted off to sleep.

Now, you’re being shaken awake by Mor.

“Y/n, wake up.” She sounds panicked so you shoot up.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” You say, as your heart pounds, every fear you’ve ever had races through your mind.

She looks deep into your eyes. “We can’t leave Velaris,” her expression reflects sorrow. “And Rhysand is gone.”

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[bloody-peach]

Demonic Possession (BATIM smut: Ink Demon x F!Reader) [NSFW]

(art by Hikase555)

Goodie Bag: Vaginal sex, creampie, monster sex, biting/marking, breeding, fluff and smut, dry humping, grinding [please let me know if i'm missing anything].

Now Playing: The Rigs - Devil's Playground (click here to listen)

Taglist: @omniuravity @eldritch-affair and any other fellow monster/demon fuckers!

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A/N: Oooh man, the monster fucker in me is salivating over Ink Demon rn. I couldn't find a lot of Ink Demon smut (if any) so I made one myself. A few things before we start. 1) The ink demon will not be referred to as Bendy in this, just 'the Ink Demon'. I go against canon and see Bendy and the Ink Demon as separate entities, so it applies here. 2) the look of the Ink Demon in this story is going by hikase555's design. The header image is by them, but here's another one for further reference: [click here]. 3) I had my boyfriend help me with the intro, so if there appears to be a slight disconnect in writing styles at the start, that is why. One last thing: if you ever get confused on how kissing works in this, the kisses work pretty much like how it worked in this image: [click here]. Ok, on with the show!

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Bending through the corridors of the Cycle left closed and locked away, a sound painfully wailed behind the walls. He once found comfort being given form, but now he dreads the very existence left to be his fate; why must ink demons have heat cycles?

The Ink Demon knew that his heat would start today, it started the same time each year (wait, do years even go by in the cycle?). He would usually be able to control it by pleasuring himself in many different ways, and it would usually work, but now he was insatiable. He needed to find a mate or else lose his mind trying to hold off til the end of his cycle, which he knew he couldn't do.

As he ran through the list of potential candidates in his head, a shrill scream rang out through the halls. It wasn't a scream he recognized as anyone from the studio, so he went to investigate. He followed the commotion to find a chase between the Projectionist, and a woman he'd never seen before. A smile grew on the Ink Demon's face. Maybe this was his chance.

-Some time before-

You heard the rumors about the abandoned studio from the 1930s near your apartment from many people, but never really believed them. However, the mystery of what could be inside the surprisingly intact building enticed you to go see for yourself. When you entered the studio, everything around you turned black and sepia. You walked through the halls and explored the many rooms, to the point where it seemed endless.

But you soon found that, unfortunately, you were not alone.

Many humanoid blobs made of ink and morphed versions of the Bendy characters would try to attack you, at an increasingly growing rate. You were able to outrun them, but you started to grow paranoid over whether they'll be back. Nevertheless, you kept exploring, but you carried a makeshift weapon (you found a broken piece of pipe). You walked into a room where there was a projector running, displaying some footage for some TV special with Joey Drew as the host. You took a closer look at the projector, impressed by its ability to still run after all these years. But then, you noticed ink starting to drip down the projector. The ink formed into a puddle and then grew into a body, attaching to the projector. It lifted it off the stand and was now a walking ink being with the projector as its head. The creature turned to you and let out a terrifying shriek, then started to charge at you. You dodged it and ran out of the room, the projector being chasing you.

-Now-

You ran and ran as fast as you could but you could hear that projector being catching up to you. Soon, to your horror, you hit a dead end. You turned to see your demise coming closer and closer. You put your arms up in a defensive position and shut your eyes tight, waiting for a swift death. But then there was a loud sound and then, silence. You slowly opened your eyes and saw the projector on the ground, separated from the demon's body. You put your arms down and almost jumped when you saw who killed it.

It was a 7 foot tall, malformed figure with skin made of black ink that almost looked like tar, appearing to have a fit human torso, legs, and arms, but with a very small waist. His head looked like Bendy's, but it looked like someone dumped ink on his head, making him look melted. It covered his eyes, so you couldn't see them, if he even had any. His horns were curved and almost looked like a crescent moon, almost. His smile matched Bendy's, but it was much wider. His left hand had 4 fingers and was wearing a white, ink-stained glove, while the other hand had 5 fingers and wore nothing. While you couldn't help but blush as you looked at him, you noticed that he wasn't trying to attack you. He was just...standing there, looking at you.

He stood motionless, his gaze fixed on you. His presence felt unnerving and sinister as he slowly approached you, a faint smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You started to relax as your fear started to dissipate. When you saw its smile, you couldn’t help but feel a blush appear on your cheeks. The Ink Demon's smile widened as he continued to approach you, his steps slow and deliberate. His gaze, intense and penetrating, never left your face. He then knelt in front of you, his head in front of your chest, which brought a lump to your throat for some reason. Maybe it was the invasion of personal space.

You felt a bit of unease in your stomach due to his gaze, but you figured he was safe, since he saved you from that projector thing. You cautiously reached your hand out and you gently put your hand on his cheek. As your fingers made contact with the Ink Demon's face, his inky skin felt cool and smooth to the touch. The ink didn’t stick to your fingers, much to your surprise. He remained still for a moment before slowly tilting his head slightly, resting his head in your hand, a low purr in his throat. It seemed that he found comfort in your touch.

You reached your other hand to touch his other cheek and you couldn’t help but smile warmly, realizing he wasn’t like the other monsters in this building, and that your assumption of him being safe was right. The Ink Demon's expression seemed to glimmer with a mix of curiosity and something akin to affection as you held his head in your hands. You felt as he slowly placed his large hands around you, like he was holding a doll. The Ink Demon's grip on you was surprisingly gentle, his ink-covered hands enveloping you with an almost protective hold. He was handling you like you were made of glass and if he moved wrong or squeezed you too tight, you’d shatter to pieces.

His gaze remain fixed on your face, his expression filled with a strange sense of connection. You couldn’t deny that you felt that connection too, along with a warm feeling in your chest. You thought about how sweet this demon was being, that maybe this was its true nature. You then thought about how it must’ve been so long since he’s seen anyone here that wasn’t a monster out for blood, and how lonely he must’ve been. After that thought, you felt a sense of compassion for this creature and you leaned forward and laid a soft kiss on his head.

The Ink Demon seemed surprised by the action, because it backed up a bit. You felt like you did something wrong, so you said, “I-I’m sorry. Was that too much..? I..I...” That’s when the Ink Demon slowly shook his head, his face softening as he continued to hold you. He reached up with one hand and gently touched the spot where you kissed him, a small smile forming on his face. Something told you that he really liked that. After that, he lifted you up and took you to another room.

The next thing you knew, you were in a room with a makeshift bed in the middle of the room. Must’ve been where the Ink Demon slept, you figured. As he placed you on the mattress and stood in front of you, you wondered why he brought you here, until you thought more on it.

Why else would someone bring you to their room? Because they want you to stay.

You look at the Ink Demon and ask, “You..want me to stay with you, don’t you?” The Ink Demon's smile widened slightly, and he nodded in response to your question. He released his grip on you but took your hand and gently held it, as if urging you to stay. Well, it wasn’t like there was anything for you outside of the building. You had no one waiting for you, no one to be worried about you if you disappeared. Plus, it’s not like there was a possible exit to this place anyways. So you looked at the demon and smiled, saying, “Alright. I’ll stay with you.” The Ink Demon's eyes lit up with a mixture of gratitude and excitement, then he nuzzled the top of your head and licked your cheek.

You felt a stinging pain on your cheek, so you touched where he licked and there was blood. Turns out you got hurt as you ran away from that Projector Demon. You noticed you got a few scratches on your cheek and on the side of your neck and on your shoulder, all bleeding. “Shit...” you said to yourself. The Ink Demon tilted his head slightly, observing your injuries with a mix of curiosity and concern. Slowly, he went to your cheek again. The Ink Demon’s long, inky tongue snaked out from his mouth and delicately licked at the blood on your wounds. As you felt the stings, you noticed that even though he was terrifying and intimidating, he was still being so gentle with you. As he continued to clean your wounds, a low growl rumbled in his chest, almost as if he was trying to comfort you. You felt a blush form on your cheeks and when you heard his comforting purr, you felt touched that he cared about you enough to comfort you through the pain.

He then moved from your cheek to your neck and shoulder. You felt his hot breath on your neck, his tongue slowly caressing it as he cleaned up the blood. It sent a heat down to your very core and you could feel yourself getting hot from this. As he slid his tongue down to your shoulder wound, you accidentally let out a soft moan. In response, the Ink Demon’s purr deepened as he continued to lick your wounds. His tongue brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His gaze stayed locked on you as he continued to lick you, seemingly lost in thought.

He went towards the spot between your shoulder and your neck and he growled again, but a bit louder this time. He then bit down gently on your skin, drawing a bit of blood. A small, almost unnoticeable amount of ink dripped from his teeth onto your skin, sinking into the bite as he marked you as his. You gasped softly as he bit you, but not out of pain. The ink seemed to numb any pain the bite would've caused and it actually intensified your heat. You couldn’t help but start to feel aroused from his bite, his tongue, his touch, his everything. The Ink Demon’s growling deepened as he continued to leave more marks on your shoulder, now with more purpose than before. He could sense your arousal, and it only served to fuel his own. He knew that you had to be his mate, there was no denying it. He wanted you oh so badly, his very being was screaming for him to devour you.

You couldn’t help but reach your hands out and touch him. You wanted to feel his skin, to know that what you were experiencing was real. The Ink Demon closed his eyes and purred, reveling in the warmth of your touch. You gently touch his arm, trailing your fingers along his slick inky skin. You reached his hand and after feeling his palm and fingers, you gently intertwined your fingers with his, holding his hand. He smiled warmly and leaned down slightly, pressing his forehead against yours and allowing your intertwined fingers to rest between you. You blushed red and you felt a warm and tight feeling in your chest. Were you starting to fall for this gentle beast?

You started to trail your other hand down his chest and along his stomach, feeling how smooth his skin was. The Ink Demon inhaled deeply, his body shuddering slightly at your touch. He gazed at you, his cheeks flushed and his smile so warm and inviting. He reached out with his other hand, placing it on the small of your back and pulling you closer to him. You gasp softly at his touch, sending shivers down your spine. “Y..You can..t..touch me too...i..if you want,” you were able to say softly.

The Ink Demon pressed his lips against yours, the kiss gentle and slow. His hand moved up your back, tracing the curve of your spine and pulling you even closer to him. His other hand trails down your side, resting on your hip as he explored your body. You kissed him back, letting a moan escape into his mouth. The Ink Demon smiled, pulling away from your lips to kiss your cheek and neck. His hand moved down to your thigh, slowly tracing its contours as he pulled you even closer to him. You sighed softly as his fingers traced along your thigh, opening your legs slightly to let him touch even more of you. The Ink Demon's hand moved further up your thigh, slipping beneath the hem of your dress and exploring the smooth skin beneath. He pressed his forehead against yours, letting out a purr and allowing himself to fully experience the sensations that were running through him. You felt your body heat up more as his hand slid up your dress, and you decided to just speed up the process for him. “H..Here...let me help you..”

You undid your dress and let it slide off of you, leaving you nude except for your panties. You heard a deep lust-filled purr in his throat once you were nude. He gently laid you onto the mattress, ready to prepare you for him. The Ink Demon moved his hand up to your breast, squeezing it gently and exploring the contours of your body with his fingertips as he kissed your neck and shoulder, licking the fresh bite mark and your wounds. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling the heat between your legs as he explored your body with his hands, mouth, and tongue. You moaned as you felt the heat from between his legs touch yours. You couldn't help but slowly rub your groin against his, so he felt as good as he was making you feel.

The Ink Demon smiled, admiring your desire for him. His hand moved up to your face, cupping your cheek as he leaned in to kiss your lips again. He pressed his groin against yours, feeling your warm, wet center against him as you both move against each other, your bodies intertwined and your breaths becoming heavier and faster. The Ink Demon moved his hips against yours, feeling your body shudder with pleasure as you came closer and closer to release. He slipped his hand down to your panties, feeling the wetness between your legs as he ripped them off, exposing you to him completely.

Once your panties were gone, you felt something touch your pussy. You look down and you saw something growing from his groin, which formed into a large cock, matching his skin. The Ink Demon smirked as he grabbed your thighs and rubbed his cock on your pussy for a bit, until he slipped his hand between your bodies, guiding his cock inside of you, gripping both your thighs and slowly pushing himself deep inside. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as he stretched your walls so deliciously. He leaned forward, grabbed your jaw, and kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth as he feels your body writhe beneath him. He started doing long and deep thrusts, your bodies entwined and your breath coming in short, gasping breaths as you both feel the pleasure building within you both.

You had never felt this sort of ecstasy before in your life, not even with any other partner. This thing was reaching depths you never knew were possible, sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had. “Ahh..! S..So..good..!!” you couldn’t help but let out of your lips once he broke the kiss. The Ink Demon's hand moved down to your ass, squeezing it gently as he thrusted into you, feeling your body shudder with pleasure. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his tongue exploring the contours of your skin as you both come closer and closer to release. He could feel his cock throb inside of you, the pleasure building within him as he moved faster and faster, feeling her body writhe beneath him.

He changed position slightly as he lost himself in the pleasure, grabbing your wrists and putting them above your head, your legs a bit in the air as he leaned towards you more and thrusted harder into you. You moaned at each thrust, trying not to cry out loud. The Ink Demon let his tongue out and licked up your belly and breasts as he fucked you so well. Ink dripped from his tongue, leaving trails on your body, like you were his canvas for his lust-filled creation.

He kissed your lips once again, feeling your tongue explore his mouth as you both came closer and closer to release. Finally, he felt your body convulse beneath him, your pussy clenching around his cock as you came, your moans filling the air as you cry out in ecstasy. He follows soon after, letting out a primal roar and feeling his cock throb as he filled you full with his hot, sticky seed. You felt like you were in another realm than you were as the pleasure from your release flowed throughout your body and you arched your back. All that existed was your full womb, the cock inside you, your body, and pleasure. You could feel his seed fill your belly so much that the sensation caused a second orgasm to rock your body.

Once you come back to reality, you both stay like that for a moment, your bodies intertwined and covered in each others’ cum as you both caught your breath, before the Ink Demon collapsed onto the bed, laying next to you and pulling you close. The Ink Demon kissed your cheek, feeling your smile as you both lay there, your hearts pounding in your chests. You hugged him close, your head resting on his chest. He then leaned to your ear and whispered in a deep, gravelly voice, “I love you.” While you were a bit surprised he could actually talk, you felt warmth flood your heart and you smile, kissing his cheek before saying, “I love you too.” The Ink Demon smiled, feeling his heart swell with warmth as he hugged you tightly. He rested his chin on top of your head, closing his eyes and enjoying the feeling of your warm body pressed against his. You both lay there, holding each other close, until eventually, you both fall asleep, your bodies still intertwined.

‘I think I’m going to love this new life,’ you thought to yourself before letting sleep take you.

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[givemea-dam-break]

a/n: requested by @mischivana " can you please do 2, 6, 8, 10, 12, or 48 either jason or connor. or 24 or 44 (or both) with jason. can you make them x mortal reader cause there really isn't enough mortal reader stuff around and I've been craving it, thank you!!!! " i've done this for jason since i haven't written much for him, so i hope you enjoy! my past two things for him have been very sad, so this is a bit happier lol

warnings: minor injury detail prompts: "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time." and "I love you and it terrifies me." gn reader

What Are You So Afraid Of? - Jason Grace

Midnight. There's a crash downstairs.

You jolt up in your bed, heart pounding. It's silent for a moment, and you start to think that you might just be hearing things, but then there's another. Louder, closer. Heavy. With your heart racing, you grab the nearest thing you could use as a weapon - a stuffed teddy, for heaven's sake - and stand on tired legs.

There's a bang on your door, and you jump. You should call the police, but your bones feel locked with terror. You can't bring yourself to reach for your phone. This is perhaps the worst time for your parents to be away.

Another bang, and a rattle of your door handle, and the intruder stumbles in. All at once, they fall into your wardrobe with a series of curses and shouts, and you launch the teddy bear at them. It gets the expected result, simply bouncing off the intruder's header, and it's then that you notice who it is.

"Jason?"

"Yours truly," the intruder groans.

"What -?"

He makes a gasping sound as he steps forward, and you can only see his shadowed form as it stumbles. Immediately, you rush over, catching him under the arms and dragging him over to your bed, laying him over top of your dishevelled covers.

"Watch your eyes," you say before flicking your bedside lamp on.

He curses again when the light switches on, covering his eyes with a bruised and bleeding arm. Already, there's blood on your bed sheets.

"What happened?" you demand.

Jason shifts slightly, getting as comfortable as he can as you check him over for other injuries. Besides his arm and a gash on his leg, he's seemingly all right, but the amount of blood is making you nervous.

"On a quest."

"Yeah, I guessed. But what happened? Haven't you taken some ambrosia?"

His arm moves now, and his eyes slowly adjust to the dim light of your room. Though bloodshot, they still gleam a gorgeous glittering blue that has you almost transfixed. You catch yourself before you get distracted, rifling around in your nightstand for the little first aid kit you keep in there for situations like this.

"Ran out," he says quietly. "You've still got some here, right? I think I left some last time."

You pull it out just as he asks, wordlessly passing him a chunk of the godly food. It's sat in your drawer for a few weeks now - somehow it hasn't gone off - and you're glad that you forgot about it. As a demigod, the ambrosia helps Jason heal, but if you, a mortal, were to eat it, you'd likely combust into flames and die. If it always smells as good as it does now, you're eternally grateful for your bad memory. You probably would've been a pile of burnt ashes had you remembered.

"Fighting some monsters at North Beach, but they got some good hits in." He looks over at you then, noting the horrified expression on your face at how easily he speaks about being almost killed. "Don't worry; it hurts a little less each time."

"That's supposed to make me feel better? Jason! You're bleeding everywhere!"

He waves his hand nonchalantly and plasters on a smile, but you notice the way the pain he's in makes the scar on his lip twitch. "I'm all right, (name). Promise. just needed some ambrosia. I'll be healed up in no time."

You watch carefully as the blood slowly stops flowing, and the skin gradually mends itself back together. Begrudgingly, you shove the first aid kit back into your nightstand.

"I can't stay long," Jason says, closing his eyes for a moment. "I can't put -"

"Me in danger, yes I know. Son of Jupiter and everything." Kneeling beside the bed, you resist the urge to take his hand in yours and squeeze it, more for your own comfort than his. "You can't just walk back to your camp from here in the middle of the night. It's too dangerous. You always say monsters are more dangerous at night."

"I'll be fine."

"Jason."

His eyes open again, locking onto yours. Fifteen years old, and already those eyes hold more than they should have. You've seen your fair share of things in that same amount of time, but you can't even begin to think what life as a demigod could entail. What it could do to a person. Already, they hold more memories and horrors than they really should.

"I can't risk your life, (name)," he insists.

"You and your saviour complex! You're staying here tonight. You can head back in the morning when I can call you a taxi."

"You could call me one now."

"Absolutely not."

"(name) -"

"I won't hear any more about it," you say.

You grab the spare blanket you keep in your wardrobe, wrap it around your shoulders, and pull the duvet on your bed over Jason until it reaches his chin. He could easily move and hinder the process, but he stays still. You've got a feeling that he doesn't mind being taken care of sometimes. Not when he's usually the one taking care of others.

"Get some sleep," you tell him, sitting on top of a pillow beside the bed. "You have to be exhausted."

He shakes his head and rolls onto his side so he can face you. "I want to make sure you're all right."

"I'm not the one that was attacked tonight."

"That could change."

You give him a look. "Jason, I've been fine every other time you've come here. What are you so afraid of? In all the time we've known each other, no monsters have shown up at my door."

He goes quiet then, and you worry that you've pushed too hard. Jason may be in charge of the camp he stays at, but you know how hard it all is for him, what with being the son of the king of the gods. He's lonely, and you're well aware that his coming to see you, whether it be after a quest or just on a whim, allows him to escape that life. But always with the monsters, the warnings. He's never stayed more than an hour, afraid he'll get you killed, but you want more than that. You need more than that. You don't want to spend the rest of your life waiting for him to appear, just for him to leave so soon.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "I just -"

"I love you," he interrupts, "and it terrifies me."

The rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat, and for a moment you can't breathe.

He looks away, the lamplight reflecting in the bright blue of his eyes. "I've loved you for months. Ever since we met, really, when you accidentally saved me from a bunch of monsters following me in the Legion of Honor and told me that I needed to brush my teeth if I was going to get so close to you. But I'm - I'm scared of losing you."

Your hands are shaking a little. "You're not going to lose me."

"I don't want to risk that," he says. "I don't remember my family - my mom and sister. I've known nothing but being a demigod all my life. But you help me forget about it all and pretend that I'm a normal kid for a little while. I don't want to lose that or you. But me being here puts you in danger."

"Jason..."

"You don't need to feel the same." He still won't look at you. "I just needed you to know."

"Will you look at me?"

He struggles with himself for a moment, but eventually, he turns his head, fixing his gaze on yours. With a shaky hand, you find his beneath your duvet cover and squeeze gently, offering the best smile you can manage.

"I do feel the same," you say. "And, I've been safe all this time. I'll stay that way regardless if you stay a few more hours, okay?"

He doesn't look entirely convinced, but still, he nods and says, "Okay. But just this once."

"Like hell it'll be just this once."

A soft laugh escapes his lips. "I'll keep you safe."

"Of course, you will, Jase."

Even still, it takes barely ten minutes for him to doze off peacefully, smiling so softly that it makes your heart feel warm. You don't let go of his hand, ensuring that even in sleep he knows you're still there. And you press a soft kiss to his forehead as you switch your lamp off, praying that this wasn't all a dream or some figment of your imagination.

I love you. The words still echo in your mind, even as you eventually fall asleep, head fallen on the pillow his own rests on.

I love you.

[tarotwithdanise]

Why your other significant fall for you?

can be both applied for current and future one.

1 - 2 - 3

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PILE ONE

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your relationship with them

It's pretty obvious here that you are not currently with this person right now, you are both in a separation. You will meet this person where there's a large sum of water but while you are in this separation progress your guardian angels are guiding you both to the right direction while you are far away from each other while if you are in literal separate i see a reconciliation will be happening again soon. In this separation process of the two of you, your guides are helping you out to recognize your truest self first and fill your hours of helpful and healthy activities for the two of you that will help of future relationship. You will discover commonalities and learn new things with this person, you can create a great intimacy with them by showing your real self and identity. You will discuss with them, some of your uncomfortable and risk experiences you had in the past and so this will serve in the end a great bond and an ensure healthy relationship.

main theme of this relationship : great bond with your partner.

what will they love about you

This person will love how you manage to make waves without them, you are confident and brave enough to face every situation. You may look like a foolish and may look like a failure but to be honest you make them think of a new way to love you more deeply. You might think you are not different from others but you are way more unique from their own eyes. You are someone who is creative and intelligent even though sometimes you literally want to give up on these things like from your goals and dreams but you always look for the bigger picture and you seek for balance. They also love how calm individual you are by handling every situation, even if though you may act as very childish sometimes. They see you as someone who is simple yet so challenging. I'm getting for some of you, are belong on the tall side of height, they will also love where you use your talents and someone who is planning very careful for their own projects and works so it can be somehow worth it and successful in the end. They will love how you bring spark and light into their boring life. The only thing they don't like about you is that you tend to overthink and have an explosive temper.

why do they fall for you

Oh boy, this person will gonna feel so damn energetic when they're with you. They gonna love to be with you all the time - from your presence to themselves who is quite confident when you are around this is because they can express themselves freely without any judgement. They afraid to express it to others because somehow they're terrified of judgemental people, one of the reason is that they think they are lacking of experiences since they might have past trauma dealing with this kind of issues. This is the reason why they gonna love, you are not really judgemental individual for them. In short, you are open-minded. You seems very understanding and open-minded person but i feel that you are not really fond of sharing your thoughts and opinions with others because you might think they gonna sabotage it.

This person will fall for your homebody and welcoming aura, you tend to stay at home that's why. You might be an introvert and someone who is very mature if i gonna compare to your real age. When this person fall for you, they gonna think that their dreams come true in real life and not gonna lie they might be dreaming of having a perfect relationship when they are in their youthful years unlike when they got older and mature.

When they're already matured person, they gonna lose those imagination and might not planning to have a family until you come into their life, in our out blue and change their perspective. This person will be heals over you, they fall so much to the point they gonna ask you to marry and have family with them that fast. I'm also hearing someone(this is you) is praying here to spend their older years with the person they gonna truly love and care for them as they do. Your prayers are heard by the heaven and they gonna fulfill it soon just have patience and don't rush with things. In addition, when you get married with this person you will experience the satisfaction of abundance and lavish security however there's a group of people here that will feel jealous about your relationship with your (future) partner.

extra messages :

"I love you, and that's the beginning and end of everything"- f.scott fritzgerald

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PILE TWO

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your relationship with them

This pile has a strong soulmate and true love connection. You are most likely meet/met this person through friends or in a social gatherings. When you actually meet this person for the first time — you will feel the sense of familiarity and comfort. There's also doubt here, where you kept only to yourself like "Does my soulmate really exist?" or "Will I ever meet them?" and "Are this tarot readers saying the truth after all or just sugar-coating me?" something along with these lines. I understand you questioning all of these readings but honey, it's true that you have a soulmate in this lifetime and for some of you already know this person and it seems like they passed on your life one time (can be an someone from your past like ex, childhood friend, an ex crush, fling, mu, etc..) or they can be someone who is from your past life in general. While, if this person is just around your circle and then the spark between the two of you is not yet started and still remain unrevealed. Perhaps, the beginning will be soon on set or if you haven't met this person like in at the very first time you both meet each other's. There's literally no romantic sparks not until when you both used to get to know each other way deeper and more know each other for a very long time, you two might have a story trope of friendship to lovers.

You'll have a lot of opportunity to explore your passion together, this giving me a slow progress yet it surely written by the stars type of relationship yk. This person will have genuine love for you as the time pass by (in their own pov this might be a realization) and you both will experiencing a lot of ups and downs with this relationship but you will surely overcome these issues. You both will have a true-soulmate love relationship. The two of you will cherish each other and will have a healthy and will commit a long term relationship to each other. In addition for singles only, true love is on its way to you soon, just be patient because it may take a lot of time like months or years to finally come.

I also getting that you will have or notice a lots of blessings coming on your way for the next upcoming months, pay attention to what your Angles are trying to say to you from angels numbers to significant events and dreams, they're trying to send some hints about this person.

main theme of this relationship : strong relationship, both will be super supportive to each other and likes to praise their partner most of the time.

what will they love about you

This person will love your duality, you are this type of individual who is the balance of feminine and masculine. Someone who act cute today and on the other day act as someone hot and sexy. Some of you might be a part of LGBTQ or if not you have a big respect for the LGBTQ+ people and community. This person will feel very secure with you to be honest because you don't look like a bad partner to them but rather you are someone who is a husband/wife material.

You are this type of individual where your first priority is your loved ones rather than anything else, they see you as someone who can settle a long term of commitment even you are busy at work. I see here that you two will live in a happy home life in the future, this house will have lots of wonderful memories and welcoming kind of aura, you and your partner are gonna be a good parent if ever — i see that you rarely fight each other and if ever, the you two have conflicts or fights, you two don't even want your own children hearing and showing it to them. You or your (future) lifetime partner will be the ones who will decorate the house as simple and may have many plants. Sorry this is the shortest pile however i tried to shuffle more cards for you but no cards are popping up so maybe it was not right time for you to know them way more deeper and might this person is blocking my energy to know about them more or they just really this mysterious, i want to know them more like you do but i don't think it's the right time, okay? Let me see on the next section why they fall for you and revealed those things.

why they fall for you

They will fall for your childishness, it's like you have this very youthful side within you — it's like you often tease others and smile wide each day yet you are a savage when dissing those people who hate your loved ones for example family, friends or even your favorite idols, you are this person who seems so freaking innocent but scary as hell. Another thing of my interpretation here is that you really love children or babies a lot(some of you might already have kid(s) and being a single parent?), you might even this type of individual who have baby fever yk where your stress reliever is watching baby videos online like for example in the social media's like instagram, facebook, tiktok, youtube etc.. They fall for your kindness because you like to give and provide to others without expecting anything back from them (this might be one of your habits and/or goals for some of you) — you have a big heart pile two especially to your loved ones even though they hurt you really bad, you can't deny the fact you still care for them because after all you still have the softest heart. They see you as someone who is inspirational and refreshing for other people that a must should follow.

They will fall for your curious personality, you always seek for answers and wanted to learn more in a specific field for example new language like french, korean, japanese, italian, arabic etc.. new skills or even ideas, it seems like you want your knowledge to expand. You will captured this person soul and heart. Lastly, this person will come on the right time so no need to no rush or feels urgent when it comes to love or goals. Time is running but every seconds must be cherish.

extra messages :

"our lives may not have fit together, but did our souls know how to dance." -k. towne jr.

this reading and pile was meant for you if you have , see or hear anything in the following words : kids playing around, letter, basketball, clumsy, helping, a boy, water signs scorpio, pisces and cancer (sun/moon/rising), a watch, initials of S, P, reading it when night time, friends talking, man whistling, single, learning new language, moving from one place to another, south place, light brown hair and blue or hazel eyes, with an age group from 18 years to about 30 years of age, in a room with air-condition is open.

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PILE THREE

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your relationship with them

Seems like you are calling and manifesting for a soulmate but the universe given you a twinflame instead, this person is whom you meant to marry and share your other half of life in this lifetime. You two is each other's past life companion that doesn't go to well or doesn't end well and today's present life you will reconnect to forgive each other and to heal each other soul. You will learn to forgive and will be each other's teacher — teaching each other with those things you haven't learn or discover yet. You will meet (or have met) this person through family or extended family, for some you pile three, you will meet them when you travel to a place where it was your really your big dreams on written on your bucket list to visited for(mostly european countries) or might be your honeymoon too. But as i see here, after the nuptial you both want to settle down in a countryside like, somewhere surrounded by nature and animals.

This person love language is physical touch, they literally not good at words or even using it as comforting for someone. However, if you discuss and said to this person that you need space to think and breath first for this relationship, they will do it without any hesitation and negative opinions nor giving up to you. This person is that kind of individual who treasure their loved ones, they might not good with words but they good how to keep treasure.

main theme of this relationship : stability and protection for each other.

what will they love about you

You are the serenity of their after storm experience, their healing and overall hope to everything. This person will fall with your hope and the way you inspired other people. Also you may come off as cold, intimidating and mysterious person to this individual at first however they will find themselves really curious about what's matter and happening about your life even though you show off as funny and friendly person to them and to other people. you are low-key private, you don't want other people to invade your privacy.

You also have this habit where you cut off people that no longer serving you anymore. This person will love that you have faith in everything and we'll committed from it.

why they will fall for you

Are you a savage? lol because one of the reason why this person fall for you is that because you are a savage individual. You come off as cool for them and doesn't give any sht to people since you think you don't owe them anything. You may have an rbf? I think this person will fall for you very fast like love at first sight. You could also meet (have met) them after a break up or while healing yourself from a heartbreak. They fall for you because they find you so interesting and you may have serious face or doesn't show any emotion or simply just mysterious person or you hide your true personality away from the public. By the time this person see you, they will having a thought of "this will be the one i'm going to marry and end up with" or you are someone who will complete them in general. They will also find your beauty as very attractive with their own eyes, you may also a flirt? that will make them fall harder. You can be also an old style or traditional person who doesn't like to keep up with trends like in fashion? They will feel happy and love whenever you are by their side, they always prefer a heart to heart conversation with you. You also give the best kisses or affection to them.

extra messages :

"I look for you everywhere, sometimes i stay awake thinking about you"

"you don't know how hard it was to let you go"

this reading and pile was meant for you if you have , see or hear anything in the following words : H, M, E, T, L, P, N, K, C, hearts, wings, feather, grasshopper, dragonfly, clock, umbrella, phoenix, keys on a ring, dragonfly, feeling of not enough, 1, 1111, 8, 3,18, 38, 5, 15 aries, taurus, scorpio, gemini, leo, and tuesday

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[dutifullynuttywitch]

Avatar: art by the wonderful @lilyoffandoms

Header: created by the amazing @aallotarenunelma gifted by my lovely friend @thosehallowedhalls 💛

Masterlist

Fanfiction inspired by Pixelberry's Choices

Meet my MC: Autumn Nightbloom ✒️

Meet my mc for Blades, Autumn Nightbloom, an orphaned elf raised by kind farmers in Riverbend.

Things left unsaid ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Ⓜ️🔥 Angst, Explicit/NSFW)

Continuation of Blades 2 Chapter 3. Autumn reunites with Mal after her escape from the Shadow Realm. She stays the night to explore their relationship after a year apart.

Reflections on the eve of battle ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, angst)

On the eve of the Ash Empire’s invasion, Mal reflects on his feelings for Autumn and his fear of failing her. A take on Mal's inner turmoil throughout Blades 2.

A Thief's Oath ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Takes place several hours after the final battle in Blades 2. Autumn (MC) and gang have defeated the Ash Empress and merged the kingdoms. Mal wants to take care of his tired kit, so he makes good on his thief’s oath.

Pancake mornings ✒️🎨

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Mal tries his hand at making Heroes of Morella pancakes ... and Autumn considers more legitimate career choices for her handsome rogue.

A Whitetower Festival ✒️

Mal Volari x f!mc Autumn Nightbloom (Teen, fluff)

Mal and Autumn enjoy their first Whitetower Festival of Friendship and Love with friends and family.

Gifts & commissions

Bumbling adversaries ✒️

Mal and Daenarya encounter ferocious foes in the Deadwood...🐝 A gift for the lovely Dani

Untitled ✒️ Birthday ✒️

Lovely gifts by the amazing @thosehallowedhalls 💛

In the arms of night ✒️

A wonderful gift from Dani

Autumn nightbloom portrait 🎨

A gift by the incredibly talented Lily

Mal and Autumn waltz 🎨

A beautiful art commission by @hydn-jpg of my favorite pair waltzing under the Ash Empress' nose in Shroudwatch. Blades 2 chapter 14.

Pancake mornings 🎨

Gorgeous art commission by Artbyainna (IG), gift from the @choicesficwriterscreations January 2024 reading event. Post blades 2.

Meet my MC: Eva Archer ✒️🎨

Meet Eva Archer, 25 yr old leader of the newly established Olympus colony, fiercely loyal friend and fighter.

Starlit night ✒️🎨

Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen, fluff)  

Several years before the events in Wake the Dead, Troy surprises Eva with a late-night outing within the confines of the Tower. 

Sisterly advice ✒️

Eva Archer and Brynn Archer (teen)

Eva and Brynn enjoy a rare day off.

Close call ✒️

Troy Hassan x f!mc Eva Archer (teen)

Eva is terrified that something may have happened to Brynn while out scouting.

Gifts

Happy birthday Eva ✒️

Troy Hassan x Eva Archer f!mc

Troy surprises Eva with a special gift.. drabble by the wonderful @inlocusmads 💛

[ttrpg-folklore-project]

Submitting Your Stories:

Thought I'd make a post detailing how one may go about submitting their ttrpg stories on here in a way that would personally help me archive them.

These aren't hard rules, and if you submit without adhering to them I will simply organize it myself.

If you do adhere to this, however, that's one less step I have to worry about:

1) When submitting your work, please start by telling me the "title" or "name" your party calls this particular campaign or themselves. Following with the system you are using (D&D, Pathfinder, etc.)

Please also include your country of origin and the time frame in which you were/are playing this campaign.

2) When submitting your work please header it as one of the following:

Lore: Lore is the background or world building of your TTRPG.

Character Profiles: Character Profiles are in depth descriptions of PCs or NPCs.

Fragments: Fragments are notes, drawings, maps, memes, bits of audio recordings or video that don't have a larger context and are submitted as is.

Segments: Segments are Stories (writing, drawings or recordings) that have taken place within a larger campaign or narrative, and may or may not have any in depth lore or background explanation to tell me, the archiver, why exactly this event is transpiring- but to record that it did transpire.

Exposition Dump: An Exposition Dump is a long piece of writing, audio recording, or other media that goes into detail about a campaign or the world of your ttrpg. Despite the tongue and cheek name, I want Exposition Dumps. Feel free to send them, though the best place would probably be my email. In the event you send a Dump to my email, I may post segments of it here on the blog with your permission.

Once I get some submissions, I'll try to figure out what the cataloging and archiving set up will be.

Please keep in mind, though I do love hearing comedic stories about your characters and their hijinks (being able to laugh at yourself and with your friends is part of what makes ttrpg fun) this blog was made in service of preserving stories that come from ttrpg sessions- I want to hear about the funny, but I also want to hear about the sad and devastating. The terrifying and bone chilling. The heroic and triumphant.

I want details. Even if you don't think those details will make sense to me or the reader. Write down the name of the cities and towns these events took place in. Mention the name of the BBG, even if that name means nothing to an outsider. Write about a character as if we should already know who they are.

If you send in enough submissions- things will eventually click (particularly if you send in "Lore").

And if you don't? Well, that's sometimes just the nature of folklore. Sometimes we don't have all the pieces.

That doesn't detract from its meaning.

[ckhalloween23]

COMING SOON TO A TUMBLR NEAR YOU WE PROUDLY PRESENT:

Cobra Kai Halloween 2: The Snakening 🐍 is five days away and we have a brand new FAQ and blog layout!

First, big big big thank yous to this year’s collaborators: @hunkydorkling​ and @gjdraws​ for making artwork for the prompts (seriously excited for you to see it, it looks so wonderful!)

An additional massive shout-out to hunkydorkling (formerly mystery collaborator) for co-moderating, as well as making the blog header, icon, layout, and above poster for the event - please take this moment to gasp in awe at the art, it’s seriously so so cool!

Thank you for being involved, it’s really taken the event up a notch (although I hope everyone is also thinking fondly back to my rudimentary paint edits of last year).

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As the last teaser said, this year we’ll be doing FOUR mystery main prompts announced every Saturday, beginning with October 1st, and closed the following Friday. The final weekend will see a Special Extra Speed-Prompt closing on the 31st so everyone can enjoy Halloween-proper doing whatever they want to do (perhaps perusing all the amazing art and fic and creations).

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The Archive Of Our Own event is linked in the FAQ, as well as here. If you want anything added to the collection, just make sure to type in the collection name before hitting post on a new work. If you’re new to this and unsure how it works, please feel free to ask.

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Anything you want us to reblog to the Tumblr blog needs to be tagged @ckhalloween22​ and #ckhalloween22 so that we see it.

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Please check the blog FAQ for any immediate questions, and the squick/trigger tags we’ll be using and let us know if there are any other block tags you require – bear in mind this is a Halloween event, so much of the art will be on the spookier side.

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Most importantly: Have fun, reblog and comment on others’ works, and don’t be afraid to share your strangest and most terrifying concepts. ‘Tis the season for the strange and unusual!

See you all for Scary Snake Karate month 🥋 🎃

[theveryconfusedartistsart-blog]

Early on while working on Growing Pains, I did this...list thing (because I love making lists) of major events.

As funny as it is, I clearly abandoned it early on because some of them don't match up.

But it still amuses me because these read as Flowey’s diary headers. (I'm not exactly sure what I was doing with that.)

Having Best friends is terrifying

Having Best friends is terrifying part.2

DID YOU SAY SOUL?!

Oh, shit, I'm in love, but I'm a flower, I'm fucked.

When nightmares cause you to move out.

I was doing so well! How could I spill the beans like this?! Time to move out again.

HOLY SHIT, THEY LOVE ME BACK?!!????!

Frisk’s Power to cheat death still works, thank god. (HOLY FUCK APHIDS)

No, no, resetting is giving me PTSD flashbacks, I hate this.

WHO THE HELL EVEN IS THIS TWERP?!!???

Time To Sing 🎵 *GASP* AND KISS! FINALLY!!

Tea Time? Tea Time. Alone this time.

Overdue official first date.

[moonlarked]

for hamlet!

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on

4. Favorite line

14. Most heroic moment

16. Deepest darkest secret they won’t even admit to themselves

18. What they’d go to see a therapist about

2. His attachment issues are real. Yorick basically raised him bc his father was always off at war and his mother loved him but could never love him enough to understand him. when yorick died he didn’t really have anyone but ophelia and laertes and rosguil but they were always being watched. basically what im saying is that he latched onto horatio the moment they had their first conversation

4. “Why, what a piece of work is man!” I literally have it as my header, so… yeah. There’s amazement and frustration at the same time it’s great

14. Saving horatio at the very end. Even if it was partly for selfish reasons.

16. He doesn’t want to die. And he’s terrified of it. He thinks that if he can understand death then he can control it, but his rumination just makes his fear worse. He still wants to be loved.

18. everything pretty much. He’d have to physically be dragged to a therapist by horatio (because his parents would never take him themselves) and then only agree if horatio would go to therapy as well. like a double date. he’d stare in silence for the first session and have so much to say but never get to any of it. so he’d just answer yes or no questions. this continues for a month and he breaks down in tears

[phantompoguefangirl]

NEW STORY UPDATE:

☆WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER☆

[CHAPTER 2: Side Effects]

You throw me around like a rag doll

And throw me away like your cigarettes

Then pick up the pieces of whatever's left of me

They're yours to keep

A million and one ways that I've tried

To turn it around, leave it all behind

But every time you turn out to be one step ahead of me

Lost in reality

I can feel you in the dark when I fall asleep

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Hey, hey, Hailey, won't you save me?

Bittersweet chemistry

I can't escape you anywhere even in my dreams

All that's in my head are pictures of memories, words that you said to me

Lost in Reality-5SOS

A/N: Can we just take a moment to appreciate this photo of Michael in the header? 👆 I literally just keep staring at it because HOW IS IT POSSIBLE FOR ONE PERSON TO BE SO PERFECT? 🥺😍😫

Anyway on to chapter 2. ☆Trigger Warning☆: Abuse is talked about in this one and it might be a little intense. Also there is a kind of intimate scene but it's not sexual. If it makes you uncomfy just skip it.

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I didn't hear the front door open over the sound of four spazzy boys trying to talk to me on the phone at once. We were discussing our plan for me to finally leave Jesse. 5 Seconds of Summer's management and lawyers had figured out a way to free me from Jesse on the business end. Now we were just figuring out how I would get out this house quickly and safely. I had already secretly packed most everything I owned and I was planning to try and leave before Jesse got home from work. He was supposed to be stuck in meetings till late tonight so now was my chance.

I rolled my eyes and turned to grab more of my clothes out of the clean laundry pile to put in my bag while I listened to three of them bicker about who was driving the getaway car or something and Michael hissing at them to shut the fuck up and let him talk to me.

Suddenly, I was shoved to the ground by the back of my neck and my phone was launched a few feet away. I tried to stand but a fist connected with the side of my head and I yelped in pain as I hit the floor again. I could hear the boys' confused voices coming from my phone as I shakily looked up to see Jesse towering over me, oblivious to them as rage burned in his eyes. He stomped toward me and I scrambled backward to try to get away from him, terrified.

"Jesse wait-" I was cut off by him yanking me to my feet and punching me again.

"You sneaky little bitch," He growled as he hit me again, repeatedly,"Finding a loophole to get you out of your contracts, like that really means anything. I guess I need to remind you who you fucking belong to."

Suddenly, I jolted upward, gasping for air as I opened my eyes. I looked around, confused and disoriented.

Michael and Tessa were sitting on either side of me, looking really worried. It was then that I realized I had been dreaming, but I also realized I was struggling to breathe and my chest felt like an anvil had been dropped on it. Because it wasn't a dream. It was a memory...

"Hey shhhh it's okay. You're okay, baby," Michael reassured me, pulling me into his arms and stroking my hair softly. "It was just a dream. You're safe now."

"B-but it was r-real. It w-was J-Jesse," I stuttered into his shoulder, still fighting for oxygen.

"It was just a dream, love. He's gone. He can't hurt you anymore," Michael said, rubbing my back. "You're okay. I've got you."

"Yeah and we won't let anything else happen to you. Ever," Tessa added in a gentle voice.

Michael started quietly singing to me like he had the night before, while they both hugged me and soothed me until my panic attack subsided. Which then allowed me to focus enough to remember the pain in my hand. I winced so Michael got me my pain meds and I took them with some water.

"Oh, yeah I didn't get a chance to ask last night. What the hell happened to your hand?" Tessa asked, watching me take my medicine.

We explained and she muttered angrily at what my grandma said but then laughed at the situation with my brothers and Michael. She gave Michael shit for not catching me and he threw sarcastic comments right back. It was pretty entertaining to watch them banter and I loved that they were getting along. I loved that they were always here for me, too.

I was mostly okay after everything with Jesse, but every now and then I still had nightmares about that night and woke up having a panic attack. Trauma is fun like that. I was very lucky to have the 5sos boys and Tessa to help me through it, though.

Those first few months had been the worst because the panic attacks came at all hours of the day or night, but Ash, Luke, Cal and Michael were always by my side in a second to help. Especially since I tended to wake up screaming from these nightmares, which must have been why Tessa was in here. Tessa had called me to check on me a lot and talked me through it over the phone when she could. Now the dreams and attacks came rarely so I usually forgot about them till they happened.

"Thanks, guys," I sighed, pulling my knees up to my chest and resting my arm and chin on them.

"Of course. We love you and we're always here for you," Tessa said, leaning on my shoulder.

"What she said," Michael said, nodding toward Tessa as he placed his head on my other shoulder.

"I love you guys too," I replied, smiling and closing my eyes.

Tessa got up off the bed after awhile and I looked up at her in confusion.

"It's super early so I'll leave you alone so you can try and sleep some more," she explained. "Let me know if you need anything, though."

We nodded and Michael pulled me into his arms again after she left.

He leaned back while holding me so I ended up lying partially on top of him with my head on his chest. I was still tense and unable to fully relax, which he must have noticed because he rubbed my back absentmindedly and I raised myself up on my good arm to look at him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, extra unruly since he'd just woken up. I trailed my fingers down past his mesmerizing green eyes, over his cheek and down next to his dark pink lips, which turned up into a wide smile as I did this.

"What are you doing?" He asked, letting out a small chuckle.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Michael. You know that?" I murmured, gazing at him.

"No, I'm not," He snorted, rolling his eyes and blushing a tiny bit. "I think your pain meds are kicking in or something."

"Stop that," I replied,"I'm serious. You really are the most beautiful person, inside and out, that I have ever met. You have the cutest hair, the prettiest eyes, the kindest heart and most intelligent brain I've ever known."

His face softened and his face turned a deeper red. "Really?"

"Yes, really," I told him, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. "Though I have to say, that last one is sometimes questionable when you're with Luke, Ash and Cal, but I digress."

"Hey!" He fake gasped, pretending to be offended but unable to help laughing as he tried to work around my injury to tickle me.

"You love me!" I giggled as I sqirmed around and tried to block his hands.

"Oh do I?" He laughed sarcastically as he carefully wrestled me till he was on top of me with his knees on either side of mine and his hands gently holding my arms above my head.

I looked up into his eyes again. "Yes, you do."

"Yeah, you're right, I do," he agreed with a sigh as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine tenderly

Michael's mouth didn't leave mine as he slid one hand up my arm and intertwined our fingers. After a moment, he released my hand and brought his to my face and then down to my side as he smiled against my lips. He let go of my other arm in order to balance himself and I draped it across his shoulder. I brought my good hand up to the back of his neck, tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer to me, deepening the kiss. We were still tired though, so it wasn't long before it dissipated into tiny soft kisses followed by Michael resting his head on my chest as we finally relaxed and drifted off to sleep.

That is, until the smoke alarm went off downstairs and startled us so much that Michael actually tumbled off the bed with a loud "WHAT THE FUCK?"

"SORRY!" Nate shouted from downstairs.

I helped Michael up and then openeed the door right as Tessa was about to knock on it.

"Oh hey," she said,"Sorry if that woke you up. Nate is cooking breakfast and our smoke alarm gets set off very easily for some dumb ass reason."

"You could have warned us," Michael groaned, rubbing his eyes sleepily.

"Yeahhhh sorry about that. I forgot about it, honestly," Tessa said.

"Michael got startled and fell off the bed," I told her, stifling a yawn and giggling.

"Oh way to go, dingus," she said to him sarcastically, laughing.

"Yeah 'cause I totally did it on purpose," he countered, cracking a smile. "And for the record, Mia got scared too."

I giggled at them as I gravitated toward the smell of pancakes, eggs and bacon wafting up from the kitchen. "Yeah, but I didn't jump so far out of my skin that I landed on the floor, now did I?"

"Do I need to tickle you again?" Michael raised his pierced eyebrow at me.

I just rolled my eyes and took his hand as I made my way toward the stairs. He suddenly seemed to smell the food too and eagerly followed me down to the living room.

"Sorry again about the smoke alarm," Nate said as he offered us plates,"Help yourself to breakfast. There's plenty of food and coffee for everyone."

"Thanks," Michael and I said at the same time. Michael gestured for me to sit at the table, then took the plates from Nate. After a moment, he set our plates down on the table and then went back into the kitchen. He came back with two mugs and placed one in front of me. I took a sip and smiled. He was the only person to ever make my coffee just right that didn't work in a coffee shop. On top of that, I noticed that he had cut my pancakes for me so that I could eat them more easily.

"Awe, thanks love. You're the best," I told him happily as he sat down.

He grinned and nodded, kissing my cheek before he started stuffing his face with pancakes.

I giggled and eagerly dug into my own breakfast.

After we were finished, we went to get ready to go get the rental car from my sister's house and go to the airport. I started to gather my shower things before realizing that I didn't have anything to cover my cast and I also didn't how how my uncoordinated ass was gonna shower one handed. I groaned in frustration.

"Hey what's wrong?" Michael asked, coming over to me.

"I need to shower but, uh,"I held up my broken hand.

"Oh I can fix that problem," he shrugged, smirking.

He went downstairs and returned with a huge ziploc bag and duct tape. He helped me bring everything I needed into the bathroom, locked the door and then helped me take my clothes off. He pulled the bag over my cast and duct taped it on me so it would be sealed. He undressed too and pulled me into the shower with him once the water was on and set to the right temperature.

He turned me around so I faced away him and tipped my head back a little so it was under the water. I closed my eyes and let out soft moans as his fingers gently massaged the shampoo and then conditioner into my curls.

He finished with that and then grabbed my body wash and helped me clean the rest of my body. He was so careful and loving about it and when he was done and also clean, he pulled me close and just held me while we stood under the water for a little while, just basking in each other's presence.

After we got out, removed the bag from my hand and got dressed, Michael sat me on the bed with him. He dried and brushed my hair for me, even going as far as braiding it and putting one of his beanies on my head.

God, he's amazing. How did I get so damn lucky? I thought as I watched him dry his own hair and also put a beanie on.

He caught me staring and winked at me flirtaciously. I just giggled and rolled my eyes.

Not long later, we were all in Nate's car and on our way to my sister's house. we retrieved the rental car and Nate drove it to the rental place. We picked him up there and continued to the airport, jamming to the music playing on Nate's stereo.

In the End by Linkin Park faded into Face Down by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and the dream from earlier came back to me. A million emotions flooded through me as I sang along loudly. Michael must have noticed because he grabbed my hand and gave it a comforting squeeze as we belted out the lyrics.

The song ended right as we parked at the airport and it took me a minute to compose myself before we got out of the car.

Nate and Tessa hung out with us for like an hour until our flight boarded and then hugged us goodbye before leaving.

"Hey, I just realized you can't play guitar for the tour with your hand like that and I was thinking that I could play for you," Michael suggested as we took our seats on the plane. "I mean, I already know all your songs, since I've rehearsed them with you, so I'm really the only choice you have on such short notice anyway."

"Oh! I didn't even think of that," I answered, as I suddenly realized he was right. "Um, I'd love it if you played for me, but I mean, are you sure? I don't want you to overwork yourself."

"I'll be fine," he shrugged,"It's just a few more songs and I'll have a bit of a break between your set and mine, anyway. Besides, we'd rock the stage together and you know it, babe."

"You're right, we totally would. It's settled then." I agreed, smiling enthusiastically, though my mind was only half present for the conversation. I was still replaying Face Down in my head. I had forgotten how much I loved that song and right now it really hit home for me. I wanted to scream the lyrics from the rooftops so everyone could hear it, honestly.

Wait.

Maybe I could.

"Hey, Michael?" I turned toward my boyfriend as I spoke.

"Yeah, babe?" he replied, looking at me.

"How would you feel about adding one more song to my setlist?"

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[complementares]

Terrifier 2 Twitter headers.

[blue-kyber]

OUT THERE: THE 1K. Part 1. - read it on Wattpad. (It's free. :) Cover created on Canva through wattpad using a copyright free photo.)

A sci-fi fantasy adventure

Synopsis:

One thousand children prophesied to save a galaxy embroiled in war are taken from Earth at the turn of the 21st century. The children are scattered throughout Alliance worlds to hide them from the terrifying, unseen antagonistic force that would destroy them, the Keth.

This story follows the frightening and fantastical adventures of two of those children - Will and Terra - who are genetically altered to possess a strange power for a plan to end the war.

Yune Darrak - a lone devil-may-care salvager, and Selka Kelnaris - a disillusioned, empathic, Ai Hiri bounty hunter - accidentally rescue them from a Regent secret lab while on a bounty hunt. They travel to a remote agrarian planet where Yune will hand the kids over to Selka once he gets her ship back from the planet's leader, so he can get his life back. A simple plan spirals into a deep, confusing mess involving a mysterious blue light, a political coup, and more questions about the kids and Yune himself as all four are inadvertently caught up together in the middle of a battle they never wanted to fight.

Will and Terra want to know who they are and where they belong. Yune wants to get his life back of salvaging spaceship wrecks and living alone. Selka wants to protect Will and Terra and find meaning to her life.

The story isn't so much about the war as it's focused on the lives of this little disaster space found family, their struggles, their small moments, and their growth aboard a jalopy homeship. The war is something that's happening around them.

The four portrait combo are the MCs I created in Artbreeder. Each photo is where I stopped and said "That's it. That's them." - Yune, Selka, Terra, and Will.

(I am very, very proud of this story, and in love with it and the characters. It's close to my heart, and contains my heart and soul. I wrote a story that I would enjoy reading or watching.)

That is the cockpit of my beloved home ship, the Horizon.

I spent way too long making that cockpit out of free commons stock items that were morphed and recolored beyond recognition. Way too much work, but well worth the hours to see my baby for real. Those cupholders retract into the control console, btw. :)

The space background is also a royalty free image. All of the images used at the headers of each chapter are either mine, or royalty free stock images.

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[theunaestheticstudyblr]

hi! I just came across your blog and I'm loving these realistic tips on living uni life ❤️

coincidentally, I had my finals today and i opened Tumblr and found your blog lol

So, I get a lot of exam anxiety before any type of exam but the worst part is, I can't get myself to study on time. Anytime I approach the material, it feels terrifying and I end up not giving my best. I used to be able to do well (you know those kids who used to do really well until high school?)

What would you suggest I could do to at least get some motivation to start and be consistent?

Hey love!!! I'm glad you enjoy my blog!!! I definitely have been there as probably have many people. You go from never having to study to suddenly being overwhelmed and so far behind everyone because you have no clue what to do. A big part of this stems from looking at EVERYTHING. all the content is so overwhelming. And can make you spiral especially if you have mental health issues like me.

My biggest piece of advice is make review sheets for each topic. A review sheet contains any vocab, species, important ideas, people, and main concepts. They're typically a page maybe two in length. They're a great reference point and make things seem more manageable. Instead of looking at 10 pages of notes, it's just 2.

How I structure them in a way that helps me (you SHOULD play around with the structure and information you put in there to make them suit you) is I put all the main topics. Basically my main bullet points/headers. Just list them. Then I identify key terms/vocab. Then I make a species list if I have species I need to know. Then I list key concepts and ideas. I leave a little space at the end to make note of any topics I definitely struggle with. Or questions that I had while making the pages. These questions highlight areas that I'm not comfortable with and help direct my focus when I'm short on time.

As for ACTUALLY getting yourself to study, that's much harder. What works well for me, having OCD, is I make a ritual out of it. I go to the library and get the same coffee and snack and go to the same area of the library and sit down and lay my stuff out and get started. If I'm distracted or fidgety or something, I let myself have 10 minutes to just wander and whatever. I don't ever force myself to do something. Basically imagine you're a 5 year old kid and you're trying to tutor that kid. If they're distracted and stuff, you're not going to yell at them and tell them how awful they are because they can't sit down and focus. You let them play and get the distractions out of the way and then after you try again. That's how you have to treat yourself to. Get up, walk around a bit. Get you some water and fruit. Maybe read a bit. And then when you get bored of that, come back and get work done. If you are mean to yourself you'll never be able to have a healthy relationship with studying and academia. And school is much more enjoyable when you give yourself the patience and grace you'd give to a kid.

As for before a test, I actually JUST finished a post about things to do before a test and for you, I would recommend relaxing. Just tune the world out and do whatever you like to do to relax. Music, podcast, read, a phone game, doodle, whatever. Just distract your brain until it's test time and remember that failing isn't the end of the world. Even if you fail every test and class and get kicked out of school (this won't happen by the way), you're still you. You're still a valuable person and you can always go back to another school and try again.

Sorry that was long so tldr: take breaks, shrink the information down, treat yourself with kindness, patience, and understanding. Let yourself be distracted and don't tie your worth to your school. And give yourself little treats!

[lunarifie]

The Hollow deleted memories au part 2:

Og post

Part 1

(Ill make a part 3 if ppl want it)

Guess this is the header or smth now:

More under cut

Kai wakes up in his bed with a gasp. He blinks, hastily sitting up. Before sighing with relief. It was just a dream, he wasn’t a murderer.

He humorlessly laughs to himself, before remembering that his parents were home. That he had probably fainted during the fight and was brought back to his room, just to have that terrifying dream. It was a surprise in itself that they would take the effort to bring him back to his bed.

He dresses before slinking downstairs. Immediately greeted with an enthusiastic morning. He blinks once again, this time in surprise, when his mother greets him with a huge grin, if not a bit artificial and plastic. Kai, too shocked at the greeting, doesn’t notice.

He carefully sits at the dining table, where his father resides, peacefully reading a newspaper. Kai sits up straight with his hands placed neatly in front of him, after a while he slouches, fidgeting with his hands and doing the things that usually rises a reaction out of either of his parents. Nothing happens. His mother approaches the table, uttering bland sentence starters as she places the breakfast on the table.

Kai begins to slowly chew before choking on his food when the realization hits. For the first time in forever his parents worry over him, asking if he’s alright.

‘Yeah- I uh. Um, wheres, wheres Davis.’

They respond, telling him he’s upstairs fixing the rooms. Kai rushes out of the dining room unprompted, skidding to a halt when he sees Davis fluffing the pillows in one of the many living rooms. Kai collides into Davis, hugging him tightly. Davis pats his head and asks if he’s alright in his usual monotone voiced manner.

‘Yeah, everything’s perfect.’

Kai meets up with his friends on the weekend. Kais nervous due to the fact that he’s scared that his friends aren’t conscious anymore. Now fully NPCs. His anxiety subsides when his friends reply correctly when he asks them if they know that the world is digital. Earning a few raised brows and frowns, all of them having agreed they wouldn’t bring up the fact that they weren’t real randomly and without reason.

After a few hours, his friends notice that Kai seems happier and more lively, and pointing out their observation to him. Kai pauses before remembering that he never explained to his friends of how his parents were before. He goes on to say that his parents were back in an excited manner. His friends replying in affirmation and congratulations.

Days pass as Kais parents explain that they aren’t leaving and instead staying. Kai wouldn’t have a problem with this if his parents being around isn’t slowly mentally exhausting him. He still remembers how they treated him, and it’s hard to break the habit of flinching whenever they make a sudden movement or when he says words that would accidentally trigger them. It put him on edge.

The small pieces of glitch that he notices in the corner of his vision doesn’t help either, hiding under objects and appearing in dark corners. It also rubs him the wrong way when his parents voices almost went dead or robotic at the end of their sentences. But he just blames it on the code getting used to the new additions that he added.

Eventually The Hollow kids decid to meet up again at the donut shop. Noticing the glitching thats been happening. They each share their own experiences, trying to piece together what the hell is happening. Kai doesn’t say anything, eyes refusing to meet anyone else’s and hands fidgeting nervously. His friends ask him whats wrong and he practically bursts, saying he doesn’t know anything or why anything was happening. Being a terrible liar, his friends give him strange looks. He excuses himself before rushing out of there.

The glitching gets worse. NPCs, animals, plants, glitch and contort. Kai stays holed up in his room, telling himself that everything’s fine, that everything’s perfect, that he didn’t fuck anything up. Even though deep down he knows he didn’t do the recoding right. That he didn’t take any precautions and the quick switch stressed the code too much and wore it thin. He Ignores his friends calls and messages of them trying to contact him. The Hollow kids attempt to contact Weirdy but can’t seem to reach him due to the excessive glitching.

Finally, Kai exits his room, trying his best to ignore the glitching and live his life normally. That is until he sees his parents. Horrified he stands stockstill, watching as his parents limbs contort into a nonhuman creature, glitching and fazing in through reality. Their heads snap towards him, eyes black and sunken. A distorted sound emits from their glitching mouths before they bound towards him.

Kai screams, running towards the front the door and slamming it open, skidding to a halt when he sees no ground. He looks up to see a blackish greenish abyss, his house and pieces of land floating around as the glitch eats away at it.

He glances over his shoulder back inside the house to see his family scrambling towards him like rabid glitching creatures, letting out ungodly robotic screeches. On instinct he jumps from his doorsteps, using his fire to maneuver himself midair and towards another piece of floating land. He crashes into it, scrambling onto his feet and looking back towards the mansion to see his parents also jump from the doorsteps before dissolving into pixels. With hazy eyes he spins half dazedly on his feet. Fully taking everything in.

This was all his fault.

He hears familiar voices and twists his head in the direction of the sound. He sees Vanessa flying, holding onto Reeve as she zips towards a huge chunk of land that seemed more solid than the others. His eyes flick a few ways over and watches Adam parkour onto multiple flying chunks, guiding Mira as well.

The adrenaline rushing through his veins scream at him to move and he activates his fire, also making his way to where his friends were grouping up on the stable digital road.

When they all make it there they check on each other to make sure no ones injured. Saying things like they’re so glad each of them are okay and such before asking what the hells going on.

They start throwing out questions and theories of what might’ve happened. Maybe the glitch from The Hollow transmitted to Hollow Life. Maybe this was inevitable and Hollow Life was always unstable. Maybe someone from the real world got ahold of the game. Kai stays silent, everyone words turning to static as his eyes dull out.

‘-Kai, Kai. Kai!’

He snaps from his daze to see his friends looking at him. His hands begin to shake.

‘Do you have any idea whats going on?’

The seemingly innocent question, only asked for his opinion on the matter has Kai hyperventilating.

‘I- I- didn’t mean for this to happen I swear! It wasnt, it wasnt supposed to go like this. I didn’t mean to i didntmeantoididntmeanto. Im sorry im sorry imsorry-‘

Tears begin to form and his whole body is shaking as he takes ragged breathes, chest heaving, eyes wild and flickering all over the place. His fingers that were digging into his palms go for his hair, clutching at strands.

His friends taken aback stare back at each other. Speechless. They try to gently ask what he’s talking about. Some more forceful and asking what he did. Kai takes hasty and paranoid steps back as they advance. They notice the glitch slowly eating away at the piece of land. Causing fear to make them grow angry and frantic as words are shot and screamed, not only at Kai but each other. Kai can only watch as he goes into a full blown panic attack, eyes fearfully trained to the floor.

His eyes snap back up when he hears screams of agony piercing his ears. He watches as the glitch reaches his friends and eat away at them, starting from their backs. He yells before rushing towards them, he reaches Adam and Mira first, hand stretched out in front of him, barely touching their chests before his friends turns into particles. Adams Hollow shirt and Miras Jacket fluttering to the ground, the only thing Kai was able to touch before they disappear.

He falls to his knees, hands fisting into the articles of clothing before he jerks to where Reeve and Vanessa stand. The glitch slowly descending from their heads and backs. He leaps back up, rushing towards them in pure desperation but unable to reverse a doomed situation. He collides into them, legs knocking into their bottom halves as their tops practically dissolve. He trips over Vanessas shoes and his knees land onto Reeves shorts.

Time stops.

He can’t breathe. He can’t see. He can’t think. His hands just blindly pad the digital ground, his eyes wide and staring straight forward, bundling all of his friends remains into his arms. His head slowly tilts down, and he sobs.

He keeps sobbing into the clothes as the world is destroyed around him.

Kai, being the last thing along with the headquarters when he recoded the world. He was more solid then the rest.

The headquarters.

He gasps in between his sobs, snapping his head up and frantically looking every which way, staring into the dark green void. His eyes finally catch sight, beyond the floating glitching trees. Stood the solid Hollow headquarters. He let out a wheeze, a breathless desperate wheeze before letting out a laugh. A full watery laugh.

He could fix this.

He could still fix this.

He stands on wobbly feet. His friends clothes still rolled up in his arms before he shifts it to only one arm. He braces his feet before speeding towards the edge. Leaping before using his free hand to maneuver himself in the air with his fire.

He clumsily reaches the headquarters, now the only lasting piece of Hollow Life left. He wastes now time, grabbing his bearings and runs inside. Mere instinct and memory rushing him towards the control panel room.

He stands before the panel and floating glitchy screen. Breathless, before he gets to work. Dropping the items on the ground, his hands reach towards the panel. He does the same thing he did before, erasing recent events. He resets to the world from before it was glitching and destroying itself.

His exhale comes out in a wheeze when he is finally sure that yes, he can bring everything back to the way it was. His expression turns serious when he sees his parents code. He doesn’t think twice before deleting them completely, confirming when a pop up box comes up asking if he’s sure. He hesitates before deleting the mansion as well.

He exits his personal life profile, before jumping in his skin, he rushed to The Hollow headquarters and deleted the building as well. There, now no one could mess anything up.

Now, he knew this process was delicate. He knew his friends would have their memories of what happened even if he did return the world to normal, Just like he had. He clicks onto them individually, erasing the memories of what had occurred. He stops, his hands hovering over the panel. He deletes the memories of how they got into this digital world in the first place.

They couldn’t know they were in a game at all.

He pauses. staring at the option of being able to delete a complete person from someones memories. He blinks a few times, his face streaked with tear stains but none falling any longer. His face hardens. Deleting himself from their memories. In an after thought he deletes himself from the NPCs memories as well, including Davis’s.

Suddenly an idea forms in his head, he scrambles to find him. To find Skeet, and there he is. Not even deleted, still whole as a piece of code, just not there. He grins for the first time since everything, the screen illuminating his face. He brings Skeet back, altering his memories as well.

He was done. Yes, there’d be a few holes in their memories but thats fine. His friends are never gonna know a Kai. His friends are never gonna have to bear the weight of Skeet dying. Of them dying. They weren’t even gonna know they were in a game. Nothing, could mess this up.

Other than him.

His hands fall to his sides. He would just somehow fuck it all up again wouldn’t he. Even if he tries to erase his own memories he would still find a way to fuck it up.

Just like he always does.

His fingers, almost as if they have a mind of their own pull up his profile and code. Just like his parents, on the side, theres the delete button.

The glitch inches closer, unbeknownst to Kai, eating away at the headquarters walls.

His hands shake, hovering over the delete button. He inhales deeply before exhaling.

This was for the best.

For everyone.

He wasn’t even real. He was agonizing over this shit for what.

That depressing thought releases a hollow chuckle from him.

He just hopes his friends are still sentient after all this. Still aware even if they aren’t aware, if that made sense.

He bends down before grabbing his friends clothes in his arm. Hugging them close to his chest. Imagining that he was telling them goodbye.

His hand reaches out and he presses the delete button before clicking on the ‘done’ button. He feels the world around him reform. The dark green particles reach him. Already having eaten the whole game. It inches towards him and the panel. The glitch climbs up him. Reaching his chest, he tilts his head up.

He felt empty. But, happy. He knew this was for the best. Even as he felt the glitch rip into his insides and a shot of pain ricocheted throughout his body. He closes his eyes, feeling at peace before the glitch consumes him whole.

Then, the world exploded into white.

In the white abyss, the headquarters flickered before disappearing. And then, everything reformed from the headquarters point. Trees exploded from the recreated ground. Birds and mammals reappeared as if they never left. People came back to life along with homes and families and friends.

Each and everyone of Kais friends (including Skeet) awake from their respected beds groggily.

Kai wakes up with a gasp. His chest heaves as his eyes immediately squint against the bright white walls and floors.

Kai sits up, pain shooting through his body before settling to a dull ache. He groans, pressing the palm of his hands to his eyelids.

He brought them back to his sides. He blinks, eyebrows furrowing as he steadily took in his predicament.

‘What-‘

He frantically pats himself down, as if checking to see if he was really there.

He shouldn’t be alive.

He got deleted.

He’s supposed to be dead.

Did he fail?…

Kais breathing picks up pace as he eyes the clothes scattered beside him. Adams shirt, Miras jacket, Reeves shorts, and Vanessas shoes. He tilts his head up to look in front of him. All he sees is a white abyss. Kai swallows the lump in his throat, trying his best to ground himself.

Then he sees something. He squints his eyes once more, peering into the distance. Far off, stands a building. He stands, holding the bundle of clothes before hesitantly taking a step forward. Then another. He starts walking towards the building.

He stops in front of the mansion and the headquarters, side by side. And the realization hits him.

He’s in the trash bin.