#❝ don’t tame your demons. ❞ ( musings. )

[drrutherford]

Gideon Rutherford attends The London Awards @ The Royal Albert Hall.

Date: Friday, March 31st, 2023.

Escorting: Miss Amélie Castaignède (@amescastaignede)

Wearing: Whichever designer hates Katherine Mayfair enough to be publicly outfitting her ex-husband (again).

[cinisemperium]

@allmighting sent in [ 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 ] ― sender hears receiver crying and approaches comfort them [reversed] [ student ver toshi 4 rumi] 🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 || accepting

Rumi bounds down the stairs three at a time, ready to get out of school and get the fuck home, but before she reaches the door a sound stops her. Faint sniffles, the sound of someone crying but trying desperately not to be heard. She follows the sound down the rest of the staircase until she comes across it's source.

Toshinori? Why was he crying? It shocked her, to see him like that. Tucked away in a forgotten corner of the school, hidden behind the stairwell after everyone else had already gone home. He was always so upbeat, surrounded by friends and so happy. It was rare to see him with anything other than that enormous smile on his face.

Fuckin' goofy.

She paces for a moment, unsure whether she should approach or just move on and mind her own damn business. It really did not concern her at all, but at the same time there was something that wouldn't let her just leave him like that. She scowls, running her hands down her face in exasperation before she huffs, turns around, and makes her way over to the crying form.

"Hey, Yagi? You alright?" She winces as the question leaves her mouth. Of course he wasn't alright, or he wouldn't be crying in a staircase by himself, would he? But comfort and careful wording are not her forte, and she doesn't know what else to say. "Is uh...There anythin' I can do to help?"

[bunny584]

OBSESSED: FUSHIGURO

A/N: OH. MY. GOD. Anon. I love you and hate you for this request. This was…hard. I told myself I wouldn’t publish it unless it was fucking perfect (you should see the scalpels I took to each goddamn sentence before this version).

SECOND: I will square up with Gege for writing the most enigmatic, LAYERED, complex, muddled character to exist. I wanted this to be Megumi. Through and through. His darkness, his light, his reservation, his crazy, all in one. And IDK. I think I did it? This one is purely to prove to myself that I can write for characters that are hard to write for (*cough* yuta im glaring at you *cough*)

THIRD: if you do read this (I get people feel things about aged up characters etc), I implore you to listen to this. Guys. I heard this at 0200 IN THE OR during a 6 hour case and the entire concept for this came to me. Meg is sophisticated and unruly, selfless and selfish, etc. So this has some NSFW but definitely probably more on the poetic, long ends of my works.

CW: Aged up characters (20+), college AU, fluffy/raunchy/dark romance-y because LOOK at him. He takes after Gojo AND Toji. Mature, 18+

“You like it when I’m rough.”

Megumi’s melody rings crystal clear.

Low.

Precise.

An F-14 Tomcat fighter jet, flying dark. Below enemy radar.

The piano keys float beneath his tone. His long, slender, deft fingers effortlessly execute the sheet music before him. It’s his GPS system, a personal flight map.

Little Beethoven, his advanced music theory professor calls him.

Truth is, Megumi is a prolific pianist and vocalist. He can tame any note, any melody, any harmony faster than any of his Shikigami.

Speaking of…

Megumi pulls off the piano and tortured love song in an instant. Just as the grade 3 curse creeps through the open door.

The part between his right long and ring fingers is automatic. His left hand grips the web space between his right thumb and index finger.

“Demon dog.” Megumi summons.

Low. Precise. Decisive.

“Eat it, boy.”

A small, approving smile tugs on the corners of his lips. Low level curses are the nothing more than chew toys to his divine dogs. With a tiny wave of his fingers, his technique buzzes inward.

Megumi’s eyes float to the ancient analog clock on the wall.

13:50

10 more minutes until you’ll meet him for your date.

No. Not date.

Study. 10 more minutes until you’re meeting him to study.

Your thought blooms within him like wildfire. It sets his normally cool, porcelain skin ablaze.

Megumi whips his body around to face the piano. To exorcise the feeling. The keyboard has always been his outlet. His life blood. Playing, singing, musing in and out of written songs is his catharsis.

Words don’t come easy. They never have. But lyrics do.

And when he gets to ride lyrics with his voice, his runs..?

The words he can never find on his own are suddenly out there. In the atmosphere. Coating empty rooms in a mist of his thoughts, his feelings.

No certain promise that the person the words are destined for will ever catch them. Or ever walk through the room and be kissed by the remnants of his musical trail. But Megumi has said (sung, played) them. And that’s enough.

“Sorry if I come across a type of way.”

“I’ve been trying to get out of my way…”

His fingers dive into the keys. Angrily. Earnestly.

“I know it doesn’t seem like I care, but you know I care—“

“Wow Meg, you sound incredible.”

You bring him to an abrupt stop. Your voice is maple syrup trailing down Megumi’s neck, leaving goosebumps in its candied wake.

Pitch fucking perfect.

A soft, ethereal C, gliding down Heaven’s staircase. You infuse sunlight into his name, whichever way you choose to say it.

And it’s hell. It’s cruel. To have as keen hearing as he does. To listen to you sing his name and have nothing else follow.

“Fushiguro.” Megumi shoots up from his seat, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

“What?”

“Fushiguro.” He repeats, eyes briefly meeting yours before settling above your head. He’s at least a head and shoulders taller.

“Nobody calls me Meg.”

You throw your head back. Feather light crescendo in your laughter. It’s pretty. Tantalizing in the way chandeliers twinkle when they capture a beam of light.

His eyes dart down to catch the feminine column of your neck. Curving into your delicate collar bones. How are your lines so seamless?

So cinematic. Like he’s watching a figure skater land a triple axel. Or a prima ballerina en pointe. It’s not fathomable.

Gorgeous.

You are gorgeous.

“I call you Meg.” You retort with a smile that liquifies all of his joints.

You double your walking speed to keep pace with Megumi’s long strides. Both of you exit the sound engineering building. Heading straight for the campus library a couple blocks away.

“Who were you—oh,” Megumi’s glacial hand along the small of your back steals your voice away.

Your eyes and feet follow his gentle push, shifting you to the other side of him.

“Walking on the wrong side.” He mutters, monotone. Matter-of-fact. Obviously.

He’s a gentleman. Of course he is going to walk on the traffic facing edge of the sidewalk.

Of course he didn’t feel the electric currents wire through his fingers to clench — suffocate — his heart.

No, he didn’t hear that punched out, falsetto gasp when his hand cradled your perfectly tapered waist.

Or notice how well you fit into his hand. How light you are under his touch that had none of his real strength behind it.

You’re made of alluring lines. Intoxicating sounds.

What would it take to coax a pretty melody out of your pouty lips?

His fingers?

They’re long. And smart. Cold. Remarkably patient. You’d like them.

He could make you love them.

Crave them. Need, whimper, whine, and cry out for them.

“So who was it?” You tether him to reality.

“Who was what?” Megumi counters, leading you to a private study room.

“The way you were singing earlier.”

Hairs along the back of his neck stand at attention. Blood runs Siberian cold. Megumi’s gaze on you is subzero.

“It had to be for someone.” You lower down into a seat in slow motion.

The sweetheart neckline of your sundress is mean. Your supple mounds tilt and ripple with every micro movement. Megumi has forgotten why he’s glaring at you.

“You sound too…pretty. It can’t be wasted on thin air.” You continue.

“She must be—“

“Let’s just get started, okay?” He sharply redirects the conversation.

And promptly shifts gear to low autopilot. He’ll speak when spoken to, answer questions intermittently. But his mind’s true coordinates are a galaxy away.

Megumi retreats to his shadow garden.

Watching you.

Drinking you in.

Savoring each detail on his tastebuds like dessert.

The pencil eraser leaves an indent on your bottom lip where you’ve been pressing too hard.

Megumi wants to roll your bottom lip under his teeth. Until it flushes rose and swells beneath his relentless pull.

His eyes fall to your bracelet, far too big for your dainty wrist.

He could hold both of your wrists in one hand above your head or behind your back for hours. Without breaking a sweat.

His other hand would take its time.

To stroke you. Pet you. Learn your sheet music. Then play your body like a harp until you’re a chorus of beautiful, soprano whimpers and moans. Begging and pleading so prettily, enticing him to give in.

But he won’t.

Not until you’re soft enough. A babbling, warm, ruined brook beneath his fingers.

Then he’ll take you, gorgeous.

Searing pain from his sharp swallow and nails digging into his thighs rip him down to the present.

Vision a little fuzzy. Head a revolving door of vulgar scenarios. A dull, demanding ache between his legs draws his eyes to his lap.

Fucking hell.

His jeans are uncomfortable. He’s stiff and needy. Not nearly enough strength in his pants to hold back his drunken arousal.

Not to the mention, the—

swarm of shadows growing at his feet?

Is his…innate domain materializing around him right now?

Megumi aggressively slices through the air at his hip level. Below the table, but you don’t miss his sudden stirring.

“Meg? You okay over—“

“Going to the bathroom.” He gruffs through a clenched jaw. Megumi places his forearm over his crotch before hurrying out of the room.

He can barely recognize the man in the mirror. Flushed to his ears. Volcanoes threatening eruption in his eyes. Api Biru. Pure, triple distilled, blue lava coursing through his veins.

Snap out of it, Fushiguro.

The splash of cold water does nothing for his internal heat. But his milky complexion returns to its effervescent state.

But then he turns a little too quickly to leave. And his painfully hard length drags along his fabric. It’s blinding.

A feeble moan tumbles out of his tight lips.

“Fuck.”

Megumi slams his eyes shut. He needs to readjust. But if he touches himself now, he might not be able to stop.

A slow, steadying breath fills his lungs.

“Just adjust, don’t…” His voice trails off. Icey fingers around his hot, angry base is enough to rip the carpet from beneath his feet.

“Oh, fuck.” Megumi mumbles through one quick pump up his shaft.

He shakes his head as if to tell himself enough. He rests his erection along his thigh before zipping up. Still painful, but tolerable.

A tornado obliterates any remaining resolve in Megumi’s mind on his walk back to you.

You are a dream.

Or a nightmare? A curse?

It doesn’t matter. He couldn’t care less.

Megumi would follow you. Deeper than the crypts of his 10 shadows. Into hell if it meant he could have you the way he wants you.

The way he craves you.

Because fuck the cost.

He’d pay anything.

You’re working on an elaborate concept diagram on the white board. On the tip of your toes. Lip curled under your teeth. And you are just irresistible.

So, he won’t resist.

“Meg! Took you a bit, you okay?”

Megumi is silent. Unblinking. Sauntering toward you.

“Megumi?”

You lower to the soles of your shoes. Neck craning to look at his face. Your eyes widen at his persistent silence. Rosy heat dusting your cheeks.

Pretty little doe, rooted in place by his wolfish glare.

Megumi takes the marker out of your hand and tosses it behind him in one swift motion.

“Hmm,” a tiny acknowledgment of his name. Just because it sounds so sweet rolling off your tongue.

Megumi corners you against the wall. Both of his hands casually in his pockets.

He watches you shift. Flicker your eyes in every direction. Fiddle with your thumbs.

His quiet.

His presence.

It flusters you. Well before he’s gotten the chance to run his hands along the lazy curve of your waist and hips.

“So…so blue.” You stammer. Your warm eyes metronome between his.

“They are.”

Megumi steps impossibly closer. His eyes drop to your chest. Dainty, nervous heaves. Up and down. Up and down.

“You are so,” you swallow thickly, dropping your gaze. “hard to read.”

Megumi snakes his large, graceful fingers into your nape. The temperature difference between your warmth and his cold startles you deeper into his grasp. Your head evanesces into his pull.

A beautiful, shocked gasp escapes you. Just as Megumi’s lips trace the shell of your ear.

“I want you.”

His breaths collide with yours, now. Heat welling deep in his groin. His cock thunders against his thigh.

“Can you read that?” Megumi rasps. Ensuring his voice vibrates down your spine.

A new sound tumbles from your lips. Like you choked on your last swallow. How pretty. You gurgling and gagging like that.

“W-want me? Megumi wh—“

“I.” Megumi nudges his thigh between your legs. His steel pipe erection digs into your dewy, hot core. He angles his leg slightly upward, inching you on the tip of your toes.

His prima ballerina, en pointe.

“Want you.” His lips ghost against yours. Free hand cups the flesh beneath your thigh. Pads of his fingers twitching to dig in.

The two of you drink in this lock-in-key fit. Megumi revels in you. Like this. At his complete mercy.

The prodigal son, born with more power than he knows what to do with.

Ten shadows. Ten Shikigami. It’s been centuries since the last head of his bloodline had power buzzing beneath his fingertips like him.

And somehow he’s never felt more powerful than this.

With you, heaven’s most precious angel, cradled in his arms. Drowning in sinful ecstasy. He brands this freeze frame into the most permanent part of his memory.

Then, he free falls off your cliff edge.

Megumi takes your lips with unfettered greed. Hunger woven into the way his tongue traces every corner of your delectable, soft mouth. His fingers push your head deeper into him. Sucking and nibbling on your warm muscle.

You shower him with airy, choppy little pants. Moans and whines so light they crescendo to fairy dust. You can’t keep up with his bruising kiss. His other hand palms your thigh, kneading little bruises into your silky smooth skin.

Marking what’s his.

“Oh my god.”

You breathe into his mouth when he lets you up for air. Megumi’s eyes dart down to the meeting point of your sex and his muscular thigh.

Did you really think he wouldn’t notice how you’re rutting your pretty little cunt against his leg like that?

Crimson high on your cheeks. You look away when he tries to catch your fucked out gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, gorgeous.” His hand traces up to your hips. You preen into his firm grip.

“Megumi.”

“Don’t stop, pretty girl.” He forcefully moves your hips in more dramatic, languid, deep rolls against his thigh. He’s not paying any mind to the pool of his precum soaking through his pants.

You bury your head in his neck. Fingernails digging pretty crescent moons into his back. You take over the pace. Undulating against him. Shameless. In complete heat.

“You feel s-so…so good.” Your lips smear against his dampened neck. Megumi responds by circling your puffy, slick bud with his fingers.

And fuck. The slurred, broken whimper that rings in his ears.

The way you hump him even more sloppily.

He could finish from that alone.

Your hand flies to your mouth. Empty huffs spilling. Whines ascending in pitch. You are close.

“Such pretty sounds, baby.”

“Megumi…meg..I-“

“Let it out.” He grips the back of your neck. Feeling dangerously close to his own nirvana. Drunk off your precious melody.

“Sing for me.”

“F-fuck, GOD.”

You bite down on his neck. Waves of pleasure crashing into you like hurricane winds. He grips your waist steady. Feeling every involuntary twitch and jerk of your doll-like frame.

Blessing or curse?

He doesn’t know.

But he will follow you to the end of his lifetime and the next.

“God, Fushiguro. That was…” The lusty haze from your peak settles around you. The once shattered world, slowly pieces itself back together.

“No.” Megumi pulls you out of his neck. Dropping his lips to yours, so he can breathe the air directly from your lungs.

“Meg. You call me Meg.”

[gabessquishytum]

Hob in his hedonist morally gray years is a highwayman. He robs fancy carriages and picks pockets and generally fucks around, living for sex and a good fight. One day he comes across a fancy looking carriage and thinks “yep that’s an easy mark. The owner looks like a stiff wind would knock him over.”

So Hob stops the carriage, beats up the driver and opens the door. Inside, the pale, delicate lord stares at him from the dark. He has his curtains drawn.

“Step out of the carriage, sweetheart,” Hob says. He sort of wants to pat him down. Maybe he will. “I’ll be taking that ruby and anything else you’ve got.”

The lord just gives him a little arch look. “Your dreams are full of violence and hedonism,” he says. “Have you no respect for the laws of your society?”

“None,” Hob answers cheerily and crowds into the carriage. He sits on the bench next to him and taps his knife against that sharp, high collar. “Now… you aren’t going to give me trouble, are you?”

The lord isn’t as frightened as Hob expected. That should have been his first sign.

“You seem strong and healthy. Haven’t you found honest work?” The lord makes no effort to flinch back from the knife and Hob digs it against his pale, fine skin.

“Why, when I can steal what I need?”

The lord doesn’t give off much heat, Hob notices, now that he’s close. His eyes in the dark glint. Idly, Hob thinks of a snake. Something cold blooded.

“You’ll do,” the lord muses.

Hob feels the hair on the back of his neck rise. “I’m getting impatient. Hand over that ruby or I’ll have to get rough.” He presses the knife deep enough to pierce skin.

Only it doesn’t. It’s like he’s pressing against marble, not flesh.

Hob jerks back. A hand snatches out, catching his wrist in a vise-like grip, twisting the knife out of his fingers. The lord—flows over him and suddenly Hob is on his back, and there are teeth at his throat.

“What—!” He gasps.

The door of the carriage opens. It’s the guard, who Hob thought he had dispatched, grinning down at him, blood matting one side of his blond hair.

“What do you think, Lord Morpheus?” He asks his lord, who has settled on Hob’s thighs, claws digging into his wrists. “Is he suitable?”

“Yes. No one will question the disappearance of a highwayman,” Morpheus says through a mouth with too many teeth in his pretty red mouth. Hob stares in horror. “And I rather like the idea of taming him.”

Hob struggles against his hold, blood racing through his body.

“What are you,” he gasps. “I didn’t mean—”

“You meant to rob me and kill me. What else might you have done to me?” A too-long tong your lavs eagerly up his neck, curling behind his ear. “Tell me, that I may do it to you.”

“Only scare you,” Hob promises.

“Liar.” Morpheus smiles against his pulse.

His guard closes the door and suddenly the carriage is moving again. The creature purrs, scenting up his cheek. “I never want to take someone good,” Morpheus says. “You are no good man. Yet you are strong. You crave violence. You crave sex. You’ll be able to hold on longer than the others.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing you won’t beg me for. You’ve been aroused since I pinned you.”

Oh god. He’d noticed. Desperate, Hob attempts to slam his head into the lord’s. But the lord dodges.

He catches Hob by the scruff of his neck like a misbehaving kitten and smirks down at him. “Don’t fret. I prefer not to kill you. I’d rather like to keep you. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to keep someone. If you’re good, I’ll keep you for centuries, but I’ll have to teach you goodness. I can tell it doesn’t come naturally to you. Poor thing, no one’s ever taught you how to behave, but you’ll take to obedience beautifully, I know it.”

His eyes are mesmerizing. It’s hard to breathe with him so close and Hob … has never so afraid in his life. Nor so hard in his pants. “Are you a vampire? A demon? Are you dragging me to hell for my sins?”

Lord Morpheus pets his hair as if he truly was a stray in need of soothing. “Nothing so simple, Robert Gadling.”

I'm literally obsessed with this!!!!! I've said it before but like. When you guys drop lil snippets and mini fics into my inbox I feel really honoured. You guys have so much talent and I am so grateful that I get to benefit from it <3

Anyway: highwayman hob is. Genius. I love him already. I can imagine him riding around the country and just being an absolute bastard, stealing cash and fancy jewelry and occasionally having his wicked way when his victims seem willing. He absolutely loves his life, but oh dear, karma is coming for him...

Imagine Hob pinned back against the velvet interior of the carriage by Morpheus’s gaze and one hand alone. And Hob is reduced to whimpering like one of his previous victims. The beautiful Lord is caressing and fondling him through his clothes, squeezing his half-hard cock (how is he getting hard?!). All the while the driver watches and grins.

Hob has a horrible feeling that he's going to do exactly as this strange man (being?) tells him. When Lord Morpheus tells him that he's going to be a beautiful, obedient little nightmare, Hob finds himself nodding. Poor thing, he can't help himself.

And when his Lord tells him to kiss that wonderful ruby, the one he was so keen to steal... Hob does exactly that.

Perhaps sometimes Dream needs a little extra human touch for his dreams and nightmares. Perhaps he's found exactly what he was looking for...

[chibitantei]

I kept putting this off, but now I’m going to not do that, especially since I’ve been writing Naoto with a lot of muses who are a little in tune with the supernatural. Hopefully this gives a clear image of whether your muse can sense if Naoto has a weird little bird man in her soul.

Or you don’t need to read it if you want to be surprised. Idk.

The part that’s for people who don’t know what the series is about*

Before we go, Persona is a spinoff of Shin Megami Tensei (SMT) and is the popular younger brother. I’m not going to get into the details, but if you look things up and notice similarities between the two, that’s why.

The series takes concepts from Jungian psychology, the most relevant parts to this post are the Shadow and Persona. The TL;DR of the Shadow is repressed qualities of the conscious self, the TL;DR of the Persona is the ‘mask’ (laugh) a person presents to the world.

So Naoto’s silly superpower is a manifestation of her psyche and not exactly some random entity that’s squatting in her soul.

Another thing is Personae can take the form of demons, gods, mythological and folk figures, but they aren’t the actual figure themselves. For example, one of Naoto’s friends has Susano-o as his Persona, but that is not the real Susano-o (in fact there are quite a few people who have Susano-o as a Persona).

*This is not meant to be an accurate and scholarly presentation on Persona lore.

The part where I talk about who could sense her Persona

The average person and fellow Persona users can’t sense whether someone has a Persona or not. It’s self explanatory for the average person (I don’t think they can even see it), and nothing in P3-P5 has ever suggested that anyone could sense a Persona in spite of having one themselves.

If your muse has some supernatural power, whether a spirit medium or something else, they probably can. Depending on how in tune they are, the more they can notice, for lack of a better word. It may be just a feeling that something is different if they’re on the weaker side, to something more concrete if they’re stronger. I leave it up to you.

If your muse is a full on supernatural creature or a god, they most likely will be able to sense she has one. I don’t believe it’s possible for someone to know who the figure the Persona is based on without seeing it, but I think in case they are a god, perhaps they could.

Since Naoto’s Persona is based on Japanese mythology, if you’re writing a Japanese god/goddess, they would probably know without needing Naoto to bring it out.

This isn’t comprehensive, so if you need to ask, just ask, I don’t bite.

I didn’t have a dedicated section to put this under

P3-P5 are different from P1-P2. In the first two games, a Persona can be summoned freely in the real world, but from P3 onwards, it’s only in a special designated pocket dimension thing. To make things interesting while I keep the restriction intact, Naoto can only summon her Persona when there’s a strong supernatural event or if she’s in the presence of someone powerful and they lend her power to some degree. This isn’t established anywhere in the game, this is purely something I made up because canon is like 10% false for RP.

Maybe one day I’ll make it so she can bust it out at any time but don’t bet on itttttt.

If you want to add elemental flair, Naoto can use ice, wind, fire and electric skills, but these are not her main ‘affinities’, if you will. In the original version of P4, she was locked to light (bless), dark (curse) and almighty. I don’t know how to translate almighty into other words so uh... consider it a step above the usual elements.

Since a Persona is a tamed Shadow in Persona game land, I don’t think your muse could sense the Shadow unless they’re at a high sensitivity tier, but the Shadow isn’t a malicious entity.

At the end of the day, Naoto is a random Japanese teenager with a random bird prince thing in her soul and unless she’s thrown into a supernatural situation, she’s never going to think about her Persona okay.

End.

[kukuandkookie]

wip titles meme

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕

Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆

I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:

SVSSS:

Grave Matters

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?

Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)

Haunting You

Singles’ Day

TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????

Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU

Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again

Safe from the Storm

I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)

AU: The Lion King II??

Family Meal Goes “Wrong”

TLJ’s Lament

LBH²

狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)

Slavic Vampires…

CNY Dumplings Competition

Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)

Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔

Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)

Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)

SV OTGW AU

I Ship My Rival x Me AU

I Have to be a Great Villain AU

Happiness Just Out of Reach

Lost and Found

Words to Heart

Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs

HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me

Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)

Daycare AU???

Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?

Xi Yang Yang AU

Gongzhu

Followers Milestone Celebration

Teacup scene

I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help

Unattainable

I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)

Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)

Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!

Erha:

Putting the Musing in Amusement Park

This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone

What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?

[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang

Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)

Reconciliation

Fifteen Growing Up Flirty

Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?

The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist

TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic

IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)

Jiaoren CWN

Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)

More Than Just Puppy Love

Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?

From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders

A Taste of What Could Have Been

Screwdriver

First Bow to Heaven and Earth

Hidden Love AU

Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge

Mind(-Reading) Games

Stone Lion

Swallowed Flowers

Confessions (Role-Swap AU)

TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic

A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?

Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing

I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔

Misc:

First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)

Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)

Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)

Suriel/Sariel

Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)

Chuju the Chou

Papillon and Akuma’s Story

Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story

Circinus and Pyxis

Smoke & Mirrors

Dimension Hoppers

Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)

I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)

Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)

How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)

My Shadow It Follows Me

The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)

A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)

Magical Girl AU (MDZS)

Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)

Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)

Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)

Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)

Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)

I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)

A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)

Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)

Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)

Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?

Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅

And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺

Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖

As for tagging…

I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!

@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi

(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)

[pinkiepiepride]

♡Rules♡

This Blog is SFW!

No Swearing! ( gotta keep our E for everyone rating~!)

Although this Blog is Mostly Tame since Pinkie wouldn't get into that sorta thing- Any trigger will be Tagged! (Violence, Angst, etc.)

I’m not into God/Demons/Angels/splatoon so I’m not going to Roleplay with Muses based on these things (they kinda freak me out.)

I don’t DM/Discord Rp unless we’re SUPER close. Personally I just feel uncomfortable with doing it and much more prefer to do threads where it’s much easier for me to reply without feeling pressured every time.

This is a Multi-Ship blog, meaning my muse can be shipped with multiple muses And will have verses for each respective ship. ( This Indie Pinkie is Aro-Ace! So Keep that in mind!)

No controlling my muse.

Multiverse Friendly

Mun ≠ Muse. ( we're both named pinky, but we're DIFFERENT)

Not mutual Exclusive

Oc Friendly

I will Roleplay with Multiple versions of Cannon Characters ( Because I enjoy different Role-playing styles of others so if I’m Role-playing with another Version of your muse if your a Cannon Character it doesn’t mean I don’t want to RP with you anymore.)

This is an EXTREMELY LOW ENERGY BLOG. I may not be super active here.

Please be Patient with me with roleplays ( I Run out of Power easily, I run multiple blogs, I forget things a lot, Sometimes my Muses doesn’t want to interact with Others, or i just cant think of any good replies TTwTT)

Have Fun ^^

[r-18g]

Any pet angel thoughts?

i am assuming you sent this as a follow-up question to this post! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊˚

so—

god, yes, maybe too many. all of this is musing and so none of it is super concrete and definitely for sure decided, since this is still very much in its earliest stages of development, and so obviously this is all subject to change, but!

i feel like probably demon society has a few different sorts of like… camps of ideologies? in regards to how the angels end up treated.

there are some that fall into the group of treating their angels like objects to break, some that treat them like toys to play with (i suspect druj and seile fall into this category), some that use angels as slaves (i think some portion of this group likely playacts that they have some almost human-like decorum, where they sometimes call this treatment by more euphemistic terms; nonetheless, they’re as cruel as the rest of them), some who collect them like precious works of art, to gild and restrain and hold on display, and some who use them as simple trophies, as a way of flaunting their wealth—

and then there are some who treat their angels like pets, often in the cruelest of ways.

i suspect that it’s only on rare occasions that angels don’t get their wings immediately clipped, upon delivery to their new owner. it’s not permanent, after all, though the time-span it takes for the new feathers to grow is on a much longer scale than for any sort of mortal bird.

i think, though, that one of the major goals of many demons of the demons that fall into this category is to tame and break in said angel so much so that they don’t need to have their wings clipped, where the angel has lost the will to attempt to flee in the first place.

this leads into another concept i’ve been thinking about in this scenario, which is the idea of "pet" shows.

obviously, they don’t function like humanity’s pet shows, but they riff a bit on them for some tongue-in-cheek humor. (they wouldn’t be able to run these things in the first place were it not for the humans who oh-so-graciously trade off these would-be protectors, after all.) and a near-universal rule to them is that if your pet’s wings are intact, you’re likely to get a far higher score than those with clipped wings.

i think the competition aspect of each pet show tends to vary a bit, with some blatantly meant for titillation and others meant to show off the genuine athleticism of the angels in competition, also displaying just how well they’ve been broken in, to not attempt an escape in a circumstance like this.

(occasionally some do try to get away, but—

it never ends well.

the angel does not always end up arriving home intact, after this.

sometimes it doesn’t arrive home at all.

it’s not unusual for bloodied feathers to be brought home from the spectators as a grizzly kind of trophy. for all of the trouble of capture, of course, and the consequent punishment, however harsh it became.)

there’s a lot more i could say about this, but! i don’t want to get partway through another little segment about this and then lose focus and leave this ask unanswered and these thoughts unfinished. so! pet angels. there’s a lot to say about them.

[bloodrobinarchived]

D A M I A N  W A Y N E / R O B I N

I'm light-years ahead of all the past Robins in skill and training. I'm either your partner in this or I'm not.

[prophezeiung]

tag drop: holden vaisey

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   general   ›   the murderer 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   visage   ›   steel dagger eyes and bloodhound growl grin 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   musings   ›   don’t you ever tame your demons 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   aesthetic   ›   an affinity for the violent things 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   relevant   ›   the very particular scent of an ignited gas lighter 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   character study   ›   pure gasoline heart 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   headcanon   ›   not a creature born but a fire set 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   wishes   ›   burn down the village to feel its warmth 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   answered   ›   lies burning holes into the insides of his cheek 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   angst   ›   all the ashes in his wake 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   crack   ›   lolden :) 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   universe   ›   no rest for the wicked 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   re: pollux   ›   a silver lining for the irredeemable 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   re: poppy   ›   sweet as poison and twice as deadly 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   ship: pollden   ›   fuel the pyre of your enemies

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   arc: childhood   ›   like two angry gods 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   arc: hogwarts   ›   the cold of winter lies in your heart 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   arc: death eater   ›   storm clouds tower on the horizon 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   arc: undercover   ›   the curtain falls

𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐲   ›   verse: acolyte   ›   for a better tomorrow

[drrutherford]

‘Good Bones’ — Maggie Smith Saturday

[mechanicsgoddess-blog]

tag drop one

[shadowofroses]

Why Deny It Uh Oh?

Demon Slayer:

Pairing: Reader x Rengoku Kyojuro

Warnings: Fluff, Disney Hercules reference...this is pretty tame, yo.

Ao3

Summery: Tengen and his wives decide to take you costume shopping for the coming Costume/Birthday party of Tengen's. And Tengen decides to play match maker after seeing your choice in costumes.

@auraee @comatosebunny09 @kyojurosrealwife @animupiglett @smuttysunflwerr I think that was everyone I bounced ideas off of and talked with about this. Hope you enjoy or partially enjoy <3

Story:

You were just chilling in your apartment watching some horror movies when Tengen and his wives kicked in the door startling you and causing you to scream as loud as the person being killed in the movie. 

His wives pounced on you in an instant as Tengen busted up laughing at the scene. Your hand covered your pounding heart. “Wha…what do I owe the pleasure?” You questioned wide eyed, “And you’re replacing the door.”

“Ya ya.” Tengen snickered at that, he pounced, landing on the back of your couch and just kneeled there and pointed at you while his wives were cuddling with you. “You are Flamboyantly invited to my Birthday Party!”

Suma nuzzled into your breasts causing you to blush, “We want to take you costume shopping!”

You frowned, “Costumes? Costume Birthday Party?”

“Duh, My Birthday is October 31st after all.” Tengen smirked, leaning even closer, “And a certain Flame Daddy will be there…”

You felt your face heat up at that and you twitched, “Dude, I was going to say yes before you said that, but now that you did, nah…” You stuck out your tongue. 

Tengen threw you a look, while Makio scoffed, “Yeah right, so come on!” She jumped up grabbing one of your arms while Hinatsuru softly chuckled. 

“She’s right we know you’re coming anyway so up!” Makio let go of your arm to lift Suma off of you, and Tengen hopped back off the back of the couch. Hinatsuru offered her hand to help you up and of which you took it with a smile. 

You however grumbled through the smile, “Yeah but you guys don’t need to be bribing me with Kyojuro going. Of course he’d be there.”

Tengen gave a crooked grin, “Amusing considering he’d only go if you were there…”

You rolled your eyes at that not believing him. “Well chill out on matchmaking, I’m sure he doesn’t see me as more than a friend.” you turned from him not seeing him furrow his brow.  “Alright, lead me to the costumes.” 

The five of you took off finding a shop with ease. The concept of Halloween was growing in Japan every year so it only made sense to find more and more decorations and costumes. Not to mention parties. 

Entering the shop Tengen watched as his wives zipped right off excitedly. Tengen chuckled, and clapped you on the shoulder, “So any thoughts?” 

“I’m weird when it comes to shopping, I don’t think about it, and then I find one thing and….OH MY!” Your eyes widened and you clapped your hands and giggled, causing Tengen to smile at how cute you were. You ran off to a very corner that was barely visible and you picked out a dress, and wig. You were abnormally excited about it. 

Tengen followed you out of curiosity reading the name on the tag. “Megara…Isn’t that the chick from Hercules?” 

You nodded fervently, “Mhm, Hercules is actually one of my favorite Disney movies despite it not being accurate to actual Mythology.” you hugged the costume to your chest, “I’m going to be Meg!”

Tengen hummed as his wives heard you. Suma squealed, “You’re going to be so cute!”

“Wait a moment…” Hinatsuru muttered, She found three similar costumes, “We could be three of the five Muses unless we can talk a couple more Ladies into being a muse…”

Your eyes widened, “You guys don’t have to theme it around me! Isn’t your Husband the Man of the Hour with that?”

Tengen hummed, “That is completely up to them, but…” His eyes flashed something wicked as he plucked up a Hades Costume, and pulled you into a one armed hug, “Wouldn’t it be a shame for me to steal you away from your Kyo my dear Meg? My wives as cheerleaders to get you two to confess…”  

You coughed up laughing while blushing heavily, “Dear Shiva! You four are terrible!” Tengen watched as his wives all bright eyed nodded at his idea. “You four do what you want, I just want to go as Meg…” You pouted as you went walk away to go pay for it.

Tengen grinned, spotting a Hercules costume. “I know for certain Kyo didn’t get a costume yet.” He grabbed it and hid it under his Hades costume. His eyes then trailed seeing a Phil, and he paused with a wicked thought in his head, “Ladies…do you think we could talk Sanemi into being Phil?”

Suma laughed hard at that, while Hinatsuru covered her mouth with a giggle from the idea. Makio was the only one that raised her eyebrows with a small snicker, “He’ll kill you, but he does love showing off his muscles, no shirt needed for Phil.” Tengen snagged it up, and grabbed the Muse costumes, and laid them all on top of Hercules. “Alright, Costumes picked out! Ladies distract our hopeless Meg while I purchase these!” 

You went to walk back towards them, but Makio and Suma grabbed you by the armpits and dragged you backwards out of the store. But you couldn’t help from Tengen’s teasings to think of Kyojuro, and who he could be at the party. You blushed slightly with a small smile as Hinatsuru giggled, unable to contain herself while following you three out. “Who’d you think you’re kiddin’ He’s the earth and heaven to you~”

Makio smirked, continuing on, “Try to keep it hidden honey we can see right through you!~” You face darkened immensely as she poked your nose.

Suma bounced up, “Girl you can’t conceal it! We know how you feeling~” She bounced right into your face and sang with a smile.

All three of them together, “Who you thiiiiiiinking oooooof!~”

You couldn’t help but to laugh at this, “NO CHA…NCE NO WAY I…WON’T SAY IT!~”  It was hard to sing straight while laughing hard through it. 

Tengen walked out having heard all of it, and swooped to cup your chin in a free hand. “You swoon, you sigh why deny it Oh oooooh~”

For some reason you did a complete restart on that and your face dropped, the four of them gave you a look as you looked up at their husband. “I was unaware that you can actually sing well, Tengen.”

The four of them basically fell to the ground dumbfounded. Tengen jumped up, “We seriously sing that out for you to…Nevermind…” He started to laugh hard before clapping you on the back. 

Hinatsuru shook her head, “Did you want to help us with making food and snacks for the Party? I saw this cute mix called “Puppy chow” Basically Chocolate, peanut Butter, cereal and powdered sugar.”

You nodded with a bright smile, glad for the distraction. “I’ve had it before, it’s good! I just want myself some good Dango!” 

Suma clapped her hands in thought, “We can shape the dango into little ghosts, pumpkins or skulls!”

Makio blinked, “That…oh…that sounds good actually. Now I want Dango…”

Tengen only looked down at his wives with a soft loving look, “Lets get some then! On me!” 

The week went on, and it led to the day of the party, you were snuggled in your costume in the confines of the Uzui residence as the door bell rang. “(Name)! That should be the cake, can you get that!” Tengen cried out of no where. 

You went to the door, and opened it seeing thick strong thighs and large hands holding up what seemed to be a large Halloween themed wedding cake. “What…on earth…” The top tier looks to be a fondant decorated pumpkin. It completely blocked out the upper part of the person carrying it.  

“AH! Excuse me (Name)! I picked up the cake for Tengen’s Party!” 

Your eyes widened recognizing the voice. “Uh, RIGHT! Sorry about that Kyojuro-san!” Your face flushed as you quickly dodged out of his way. 

Kyojuro boisterously laughed, “Absolutely fine! Just Kyojuro please!” He turned to look in the direction you weren’t and went in search for the kitchen. 

Your eyes narrowed on him from behind, not because he had a cute butt, which he did. But because of a Familiar Blue cape covering his outfit just past his mid thighs, and the sandals…

A headband holding his hair differently. 

OH GOD! 

You felt a lump in your throat. 

He’s Hercules isn’t he?!

DAMMIT TENGEN!

Your thoughts rushed through your head, your heart raced. “Fuck I need some air…” You muttered running out of the estate just as Kyojuro placed the cake down on the kitchen counter and turned around seeing you run out making him confused. Purple dress? Who were you trying to be?

Then for him it clicked. 

Tengen dropped off the costume and threw it into Kyojuro’s lap. “What’s this?” His eyes widened as he looked up to his friend. 

“I assume you didn’t get your costume yet, this is your costume!” Kyojuro scratched his head, and he looked at it when Tengen said that, “Thank me at the party. Oh by the way, can you pick up my birthday cake by chance? It’s huge and I already paid for it.” Tengen finished with a wink, which Kyojuro brushed off. 

“Sure.”

Senjuro had a blast teasing him about the costume. And personally Kyojuro had no issue with Hercules, other than the Mythological inaccuracies, however that was neither here nor there. He understood media was to be consumed as its own separate entity. 

Kyojuro softly smiled, and followed you out, finding you with your arms crossed in the Uzui’s Garden. Not even noticing the watching eyes or a camera in a window. You weren’t quite wearing your wig yet, but Meg’s costume looked great to you. Although one of the straps of the dress slipped off your shoulder, while you kneeled down to smell some white roses. 

Kyojuro took a deep breath and walked closer, his friends and brother teased him about you often. He always had a hunch that you liked him, but he wanted to hear you come forth first. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt for him to come forth first. Maybe you were waiting on him! He gave a closed eyed grin, “I see you are a Damsel in Distress.”

You froze for a second before you chuckled, “I am a Damsel, I was in slight distress, I can handle this.” You stood up to tuck a strand of hair behind your hair, you turned to look at Kyojuro and your face softened, “Can’t lie,  you look handsome Wonderboy.”

That caused Kyojuro to blush and you were almost put in a certain mood to fluster him for some reason, or to continue. “So, Meg huh?” He rocked back on his heels as his eyes widened. 

You nodded, “Tengen and the girls took me costume shopping and then they got their costumes themed around me for some reason. Now I know why.”

Kyojuro grinned, “Well now I know why he tossed this costume at me and told me “Thank him later”” 

Kyojuro watched you slap your own face and drag your hand down, “I told him not to play matchmaker.”

That was it! The smallest admission he needed! Kyojuro’s heart filled with joy. He moved to pick a rose out of a bush and plucked the thorns off of the stem with precision. He moved to tuck it behind one of your ears, and moved to fix the strap that had fell down past your shoulder, noticing your face darkened a little, his free hand went to cup your chin. “May I kiss you?”

You gapped like a fish out of water, “You…don’t need to ask me that Kyojuro…” you gulped as he leaned down and his silk lips touched yours. You felt your heart skip, and the heat of his lips pulling you even closer. His hands moved to your waist and pulled you flesh against him. 

Kyojuro’s heart also pounded with the ferocity of a group of lions as if chasing down their prey. He pulled away, his forehead against yours, he beamed back at you, “I’ll have to thank him for playing Matchmaker this time.” He went in to give you a kiss when more company arrived. 

“Oh good grief, ALRIGHT BREAK IT UP BREAK IT UP!” Your eyes widened in shock as you saw Sanemi pop up between you two and went to pull Kyojuro away. “Tengen needs you Herc.” Sanemi grumbled. 

You stared, as dumbfounded as Kyojuro did as the both of you noticed he was dressed as Phil.  

You heard a squeal behind you, and you turned to see Kanroji rush over with her hair in the shape of snakes, with a Obanai trailing behind her dressed in all gray, Kuburamaru snuggled comfortably around his neck.

“YOU LOOK SO CUTE OH! Have you seen Kyojuro?!” Her eyes sparkling in clear mischief. 

Of course she would know… 

You nodded, “Yes, I’ve found the Wonderboy.”

Kanroji wiggled in place, as Obanai smiled fondly at her. “I’m so glad Tengen went with my plan!”

You deadpanned, “Oh…this was your plan?”

Kanroji’s face brightened, “MHM! I told him to take his wives and you costume shopping for his party so that he could find a matching couple costume for Kyojuro!” 

You covered your face. “Oh my…was I that obvious?” 

Obanai raised his eyebrow, “You? The both of you were so fucking obvious it literally hurt to watch.” Mitsuri grabbed you with one hand and Obanai with the other, “Come on!~ the Party is starting in like 10 minutes~”

She pulled the two of you into the house, and you stood in shock. Everything was fully decorated. Were you really outside that long?!

Kyojuro stumbled out of a room, and part of the upper part of his costume was deliciously torn, showing off one of his pecks. Tengen dressed as Hades following him out laughing and clapping his back. Spotting you with Mitsuri Tengen’s eyes sparkled with mirth. “SO! Are you two love birds going to sing? Can’t have Disney Characters who can’t sing! That wouldn’t be flamboyant!” 

You paled and lost your voice at that. Kyojuro however clapped Tengen on the back causing him to stumble slightly. “Don’t push it my friend!”

Sanemi only rolled his eyes, as he went to find some Ohagi and to talk to Obanai and watch everything unfold. Tengen strolled over to you and pulled you into his arms with a smirk. “Meg! My little flower, my little bird, my little nut-meg…Won’t you grace us with your Flamboyant voice?”

Sanemi tilted his head slightly interested in the little ‘play’ being performed, taking a bite of his Ohagi. 

Something flashed in Kyojuro’s eyes at all the pet names. He knew he was quoting, but seeing him pulling you into his arms? And Hearing him say that to you not long after Kyojuro and you confessing? “Alright Tengen, stop it.”

Tengen pinched your cheeks turning you to look at Kyojuro cutely with pinched lips, “She’s so cute! ISN’T SHE! And Fiiiiine. No one is being forced to sing anything. She’s free to go~” Tengen playfully pushed you towards Kyojuro, who caught you easily. 

The night had only gotten started and you were already a flustered mess. 

[drrutherford]

addicted-to-michiel​:

[bonny-kookoo]

👹Bad Habits (JJK x Reader) 💜☁️🔞

👹Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

👹Genre: (Twisted)Romance, Angst, Smut, Psycho!JK

👹Warnings: Size kink, Body worship, biting, rough manhandling, JK accidentally hurts her a bit (but apologizes dw), mildly disturbing themes (blood, guts, bones cracking...), criminal activities such as theft (mentioned) and murder (not actively stated, but heavily implied), panic attack, psychotic episodes, psycho!JK because holy shit I actually got scared what did I create, degrading names (he calls her a whore in his mind like once..), possessive JK, strength kink, reader is unable to conceive (chances are very slim), unprotected sex (please wrap it before you tap it folks), impreg kink, dead dove do not eat 🕊 manipulative Koo, Dom!Kook, therapy talk, relapses, horrible anger management, emotional koo, emotional reader, look mom I actually wrote a happy ending

👹Summary: Oh monster monster under my bed, you’re the only one I have left, come out and play ‘cause I need a friend.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

You know this, you are very aware of it if the very much still gaping holes in the walls of your apartment, left from his most recent violent episode is anything to go by. He's got anger issues, that much is very apparent to anyone who genuinely knows Jungkook. Somehow he just can't keep himself in check, it's like he just needs the perfect trigger to simply go off like a bomb dropped from ten feet. It doesn't take much to rile him up. It takes a lot however to get him back down again.

Now, this would be the perfect moment to explain that you are the sweet and kind ray of sunlight calming his temper and cooling his ever violently burning mind- but that's not the case. There's nothing that can tame the young man at your side, nothing that can snap that collar around his neck and chain him up to a wall until he's safe to be around again. You can't do anything more than watch and pray that he will keep his promise to never ever hurt you. At first, you were worried. Anyone would be.

But then the first outbreak came.

Then the second.

And you were fine.

He would wreck the apartment, throw furniture, or beat someone to a bloody mess in an alleyway next to a nightclub simply because the guy had looked at your admittedly short skirt the wrong way. While for the longest time he didn't care about anyone, you've become his possession, in every way that the word stands. He owns you, every single cell of your being is his, and he's ready to push anyone's eyes back into their skull just for looking at you weirdly. No one is allowed to lust after you but him. No one's allowed to even think about you but him.

It's quite bittersweet, the reasoning behind his obsession with you. You're not scared, you're never running away, you're always so gentle, so delicate, such an angel around him- and in one way he fears that one day he's gonna be the wolf eating the sheep in a frenzy. In the other however, he's weirdly amused by it; the way you still look at him so innocently as if you didn't know that his hands could snap your neck like a twig between his combat boots he's typically sporting. It's a very twisted story with you two, and in a sense, he's certain that you have to be just as sick in your head as he is for genuinely loving him and his bad habits.

Just like now.

You're not saying anything. Even when you can hear the young mans ribs cracking underneath the steel toed black boots of your boyfriend, you're quiet, watching, unable to tear your eyes away from him- and you don't even know who exactly you're watching. You have already forgotten what the young man looked like- your eyes unable to reconstruct his facial features back to what they were before Jungkook had thrown his fists into them until the stranger couldn't even open his eyes anymore, face bloody and bruised to the point where you're hoping he won't survive it. You're also simply watching as Jungkooks pretty long hair, drenched in a mixture of sweat and rain from above whips around violently as if to mimic the way his muscled leg stomps into the man's chest over an over again, face holding a determination that should scare you. It's all over after a moment however, as your boyfriend seems to grow a bit tired now, slowly calming down as his anger ebbs down, waves finally evening as he breathes heavily. He runs a hand through his hair as he looks at what's in front of his feet; unable to quite realize that this was actually him. He turns, looking for you, and his entire facial expression suddenly changes.

While he looked absolutely terrifying just moments before, he's suddenly holding such a sweet and calm glint in his eyes as he takes off his jacket, putting it over your head as he smiles down at you, inner demon now fed again as it seems to crawl back behind his actual soul it consumes daily. You smile back, and he leads you out of the alley, giggling like a teenager when you playfully start to run towards the car, calling him a sore looser when he doesn't let you win like he usually does.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's just a young man as well, deep down.

He's got you sat on his lap as he greedily licks at your neck, teeth suddenly clamping down on the skin as you mewl underneath his touch and actions. He's grinning like the devil in person, his large-in-comparison palms holding your behind as they suddenly sneak underneath your shirt; his shirt, actually, and the main reason he suddenly got hungry to devour you. Your hair is still slightly damp, but he doesn't care as he lifts you up, placing you underneath him on your shared bed, hair falling into his eyes as he pulls the dark grey carharrt shirt over your head, immediately kissing your collarbone, hands kneading your breasts needily as he seems too eager to slow down anytime soon. He grabs your ribs and its as if he doesn't know where to touch- he wants it all, wants to feel it all, all at once, because it drowns out all the bad things he usually does. You're an outlet for his pent up aggression, only that he lets loose differently with you. He's got no hunger to make you suffer, to give you pain or to have you look at him in fear. No, he simply craves the way you writhe underneath him, ready for him, wanting, needing him. Such an angel, such a whore, so needy for his love and affection.

Something he wasn't sure he was capable of.

But he is, and it shows; while he usually moves with his jaw clenched, his brows furrowed, ever so agitated by the simplest of things, his face is calm now, relaxed, eyes however still feral- his gaze enough to make your core ache and your skin tingle. He's chuckling as he moves you around, suddenly impatient as he noticed your panties won't leave your legs as fast as he wants them to. It irritates him to the point where he just rips them as the seams, the fabric now ruined, but neither of you care as his hand instantly finds its way down to cup your heat, ring- and middle finger collecting your slick to bring it upwards to your clit, thumb running in circles over it as you squirm and whine, making him smile.

You're so sweet like this, and he can't help but move your legs, pulling you closer to him in his usual rough manner- he's not capable of being all gentle and sweet, after all. He tries, he really does, but Jungkook is like an overgrown puppy; he doesn't know how much strength he actually has. And it shows, as you squeak, painfully so, as he had gripped your legs a bit too tightly; fingerprints already an angry red on your skin, and he cooes at you, apologizing. "I'm sorry, so sorry.." He hushes against your skin, placing sweet kisses on the pulsing marks on your leg. "can't help it baby.." He muses, and you simply nod your head, hands reaching out for him as he smiles again, kissing your lips, finally.

He's never been fond of the gesture before, not understanding why something as unsanitary as this could be meant to signify any romance at all. But eventually he's gotten to know the intimacy of it, and had decided for himself that he'll never kiss anyone but you in his life. He doesn't want anyone but you anyways. You're his, for now, and forever.

"You're so sweet angel, you know that?"

He humms it against your neck as he finally rids himself of his own clothes, erection hard and proudly waiting to bury itself into your sweet cunt. "Hmm.." He humms again, amusement in his voice as he continues to draw patterns over your sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. "I still can't believe how I fit inside that pretty body of yours." He says, as you suddenly feel the hot skin of his length against your middle. "Can't believe you can take it so well princess." His hand leaves your core finally, as he slowly enters you, making you mewl as he groans.

He doesn't have much self-restraint, but every time you're together like this, you're both amazed by how much he can control himself. The way he plays you like an expensive instrument makes you hang from his hands like a puppet on its strings. And you love it- the simple fact that he's able to do anything he wants with you, yet he'd never use you just to throw you away. He'd never hurt you. You know this.

He grins as he places his hand over the slight bulge forming underneath your skin where his cock is moving inside you, all warm and swollen, impatient as he can't help but move more vigorously, harder than before, as your body moves along with the beat he's giving you. He's in control, its impossible to lie about that and you don't see any problem with that. Your mind is empty, only pleasure remains as he bites down onto your skin again, hands roaming as if they can't decide where they want to stay; because it's the truth after all. He can't decide what he loves most about you, if your body is whats the most desirable or if its your soul locked inside of it and chained to his own like a prisoner. He gets a kick out of this feeling, out of the way you're speared on his cock like the doll you are, and if he desired to, he could simply snap your bones like those pepero snacks you always eat, and it would be just as sweet as they taste. Yet he doesn't- he's being oh so generous with you, letting you live beside him, keeping you as safe as he could at his side, never to let anything come close to you. You're his.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also head over heels in love with you.

You don't know what it was this time.

You only know that he's currently in your shared apartment, having returned from Job hunting, and by the sounds of crashing glass, he's probably having another one of those days. You know you should just leave him, but ever so often your own curiosity gets the best of you, and you sit up on the bed, dressed in nothing but a shirt, your panties, and socks to keep your feet warm, since the heating in your apartment broke months ago. You carefully open the bedroom door, peaking around the wood to spot him as he currently kicks his shoes off in an ever so violent manner. He spots you, eyes dark and feral, but this time it's not lust in them. "Get back inside." He barks out, and you know why he does it.

He wants to keep you safe.

Against all odds he knows what he is. He knows he's sick, knows he's a danger to himself and others, and that's why he's always telling you to stay away from him whenever his anger is boiling over like this. It's his way of keeping you safe, keeping you protected and you know better than to go against his own judgement. He knows himself best, after all.

Only as you can hear him hiss in pain do you go against him.

As the apartment grows quiet, you slowly step outside the room again, eyes searching for the form of your boyfriend, before finally spotting him near the kitchen table, one hand on it, while the other is held close to his chest. You can see blood on the white cracked tiled floor close to him, and you immediately grow worried for him. You slowly creep inside the bathroom, retrieving some stuff from the first aid kit, as you walk back outside, spotting him on the couch now. "..kookie?" You carefully ask, wary of any signs of his body that he's not yet down to earth yet. But he doesn't move at all. You slowly walk around the couch, squatting down in front of him as your hands carefully reach out for his inked arm, and he lets you, his eyes eerily not looking at anything at all. You hiss a bit and sit down on his lap as he doesn't argue with you, almost delicately treating his wounded skin. He's probably somehow cut himself on the broken glass from the photo frame he broke. He seems awfully exhausted, which isn't a new sight to you. He usually is after a day like that.

"We're gonna loose the apartment." He says darkly, yet you don't stop what you're doing, simply humming an acknowledgement at him, while you don't look up at him. "Are you even listening?!" He suddenly barks out, grabbing your wrists as you look at him; not in fear however. You simply wait for him, like you always do, until he suddenly looks down onto his hands, letting go of your now red wrists with a look on his face like his favorite puppy has just been killed. "They simply said because of my criminal record they can't employ me-" He began, already getting riled up again as you kissed his cheek to distract him before he could slip again. With you situated on his lap like that, it could prove fatal.

"I'm gonna get a job, from home maybe. We'll figure things out." You softly say, and he doesn't seem like he quite believes you. He doesn't need to, at least not yet. It takes time, but you'll take yourself the time you need, even if its someone else's. Its not like he ever really cared about whats who's after all. "I still love you, you know?" You say, and that's when he breaks.

For the first time in those years you know him, he falls to the ground, crashes onto concrete with full force, and it wrecks through his entire body as he pulls you close, sobbing into your neck as he hiccups and chokes on his emotions, his hug painfully tight, but you don't complain. You're too shocked by his state to react much, other than running a hand over his back in a hopefully soothing manner. He doesn't stop for a moment, and you don't have a good feeling for time, so you cant tell how long you both sit like this, until he's finally exhausted to the point of simple slumping down, asleep as his body finally gives up. You carefully stand up, letting him somehow softly fall to his side as you struggle to pull his legs up to properly lay o the couch. Walking into the bedroom you retrieve blankets for him and yourself, as you crawl underneath his arm to lay against his chest, underneath the blankets, as you try and think of a way to help him.

You can't get a job. Not only because he won't let you, but because you get sick too easily. You're not allowed by doctors advice to work in any field that requires direct customer contact- and sadly that's all your educational level would allow you to work in. It never bothered Jungkook however, if anything he welcomed it as a good reason for you to stay at home, and at his side at all times. For him however, there were different reasons he didn't have a job. He couldn't keep one, with his short temper making him unfit for any job that required him to handle other people. He was a bomb ready to explode any moment at all times, and it was hard for him to land a job at any interview he somehow got. And nowadays, as word got around, no one simply wanted to employ him; stories of him going off at complaints and always being ready to throw hands made him the talk of the town in terms of who to look out for. He also had a criminal record- which didn't make the situation any easier.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. And it's a serious issue.

You somehow made it another month concerning rent.

With you selling some clothing you made yourself for a reasonable price, you somehow had at least a bit of an income, yet Jungkook didn't really seem like himself these days. He didn't leave the apartment much, and seemed much more grim to everything around him. You somehow thought that maybe he was just in a bad mood- but it seemed like this time things were a bit more serious than that.

"Princess?" He calls, as you rub your hand over the side of your neck, having laid on the couch weirdly as you had been taking a nap recently. You perked up at his call, walking out of the open kitchen to meet his gaze in the living room, his eyes serious as he pats his thighs; an invitation for you to sit down. He likes having you seated on his lap like this; it makes him feel all comfortable, knowing that you're so close to him. "I.." He starts, and visibly struggles with finding the right words for what he wants to say. "I want to get therapy." He states, and its quiet for a moment. You need to process his words for a second, as he never spoke about his issues like this. You never really thought about this option at all, and it makes you feel bad, deep inside, as you now realize that this was something you should've thought about as well, from the start on maybe. But you never wanted him to change for you; making you kick yourself in your thoughts. It never occurred to you that he wasn't changing for you, he didn't need to change for you, he needed to change for himself as well. You simply started to smile, and your arms snaked around his neck as he breathed in your scent, happy that you take this so well. He had struggled with the acceptance of it for a long time, and with you at his side, he knows he can somehow maybe change.

Even if its just a bit.

"I want to be a better man. For me, and mostly for you." He starts, and you attempt to speak, but he smiles, and kisses you instead, successfully shutting you up. "Don't say I don't need to. We know I do." He explains, and you nod. You're curious on why he suddenly realized it, but you decide not to dig too deep, as he currently seems vulnerable enough to you. So you simply let him hold you like this, quietly, calmly, while outside the thunderstorm continues, rain hitting the windows with as much force as the wind sees fit. Its ironic, really. Typically the situation is the opposite.

But somehow it feels like everything is changing, right in that moment. Just a few words have been spoken, but the ones that did make it out were a promise, a vow, a sentence of hope to finally get a hold on the future you both had dreamed about before, tangled in sheets and each others limbs. He's always said he wanted a family, as cheesy as it sounded to him back then, and then he'd laughed about it as if it was a joke. It somehow was, at least during that time it was; how could he be a better father than his if he was just the same? He didn't want his story to take a turn like that, to end up hurting you in the process of his own selfishness just to get what he wanted. No, he wanted something different in his life; he wanted his children to look up to him as a person they could be in awe of not because they were scared, but because they were proud to have them.

Jeon Jungkook is sick. But he's also finally realizing it.

Therapy never goes smoothly from A to point B. It's never a smooth ride, never a straight line connecting the start to the goal. And Jungkook is feeling that as he walks through the door, fuming after an in his eyes pointless session with his therapist. Why the fuck would they want to know about his childhood? That's his business and his own only, it doesn't concern anyone other than himself. Hell, he never even talked to you about it- and he sure as hell won't start chatting away with a stranger like this. He can't control himself as his fist connects with the wall next to the door, drywall cracking underneath the force as you stand in the middle of the living room, looking at him like a deer caught in the headlights. He's disappointed in himself in that moment; he was supposed to get better. He was supposed to have himself in check by now, it was supposed to end; yet here he is, just the same as a month before he started. You try and walk towards him, and he's ready to tell you to turn around and leave him alone, but he doesn't. For some reason, this is not pure anger he's feeling.

It's frustration.

And it leads to his eyes watering, as he lets you hold him close, your warm palms running over his back as best as you can with the height difference, and he simply lets his forehead rest on your shoulder, breathing while you softly count next to his ear. He concentrates and lets go of his emotions all at once, taking his time to feel them before he opens his mind up to letting them go. It sounded stupid to him when he was told that this could help him, but now that he's doing it, he gets why its being taught. It helps. Its like a bandaid being taken off after your cut has heeled. It hurts a bit as its being taken off, but the fresh air on the newly connected skin feels so good that the short sting before is more than worth it.

He sniffles, and you giggle, making him chuckle as well, as he runs a hand over your head, a silent sign that he's okay now. "Try again next week. You're doing so great now, Kookie." You say, and its this small encouragmenent that makes him grin brightly.

Because as you both stand in the kitchen, making homemade pizza for the first time in ages, he feels at ease with his surroundings. He calms down rather quickly even though some things don't go as planned, and laughs more freely at his own mistakes as you smile brightly at him. Sometimes you feel like crying, seeing him change like this, but you're strong enough to hold it in until he leaves during the day. You're still unsure how the future will be changing, still a lot unknown to the both of you, but for now, you'll continue to keep each others heads above the waves with your sewing, while he does his best at getting better. You know he can make it, you're certain he can, and will.

Because Jungkook is sick. But he's finally getting help.

You don't know what has happened when he bursts through the door, uncaring to either take off his shoes nor to close it behind him, as he picks you up, spins you around, grinning so much his eyes crinkle at their sides, and you laugh, even though you don't know why he's so happy. "I got a job! Baby, I finally got a job!" He yells, screams almost, and it makes your eyes water; not because he's taking a huge weight off your shoulder, but because this has been one of his biggest goals ever since he started this journey of getting help. He's so happy about it that this time you can't keep it in, you can't stop the tears as they flow out, making you hiccup and wheep into his shoulder as you struggle to get your words out. "Baby- Princess, hey hey-" He says, setting you down as his hands wipe away at your eyes, the letter confirming his acceptance still in his left hand as he worriedly looks at you. "Why are you crying angel? hm?" He cooes, admittedly a bit amused, because he can imagine what's happening.

"I'm so happy!" You squeeze out, before another wave hits you, and he kneels down, holding you tightly again, as he doesn't let go of you, his love for you overflowing inside his veins as it fills his entire body. He's so thankful for your existence in his life, and he will never be truly able to properly tell you that. It's impossible to put it into his words how much he appreciates you staying at his side through this entire endeavor. Every time he's asked why he does this, his answer is always your name on his lips, always spoken with a slight smile, nowadays a bright grin he's not ashamed showing.

You don't let him go until he chuckles. "Will you let me close the door at least?" He asks amused, as he feels the slightly cool breeze coming inside from the complex' hallway. You disconnect yourself from him for a moment, wiping your eyes with your sleeve as he closes the door, finally taking off his shoes at last, as he walks back, running towards you with a playful growl that makes you laugh as you try and run away from him. But he catches you easily, carrying you over his shoulder into the bedroom, where he bites and licks at your neck, hands pinching your sides making you squirm around and laugh, desperately trying to get away from him. He'll never let you, and you know this, so its unsurprising that he's suddenly pulling your sweater over your head, needing to be close to you. It's cold inside the apartment, and you shiver as the almost icy air around you nips at your skin. "Can't wait until we can use the heating again.." He murmurs against your skin as he shifts around a bit, carefully undressing himself before he crawls underneath the heavy covers with you. "then you can flaunt around in your pretty underwear all day without getting cold." He chuckles, as you hit his chest playfully at the remark. "What? Its always so cold I never get to see you in it." He whines, as he reaches between your legs, inked hand easily working you up as you squirm around. "I never get to see your pretty body properly because we have to hide away like this." He complains, and you simply whine at him, as he suddenly enters you. "For now I'll just warm you up like this, hm?" He humms out, and you nod, not really understanding what you're agreeing to, but you do it anyways.

He's awfully slow and soft, you notice, as he' way more collected as usual. "I love this." He suddenly presses out, eyes closed in bliss as he kisses the side if your neck, trailing down to nip at your collarbone, while his hands find yours, intertwining your fingers in a gesture you can only describe as awfully romantic. "I love being able to make love to you." He explains, as you open your eyes a bit, meeting his as he watches you underneath him. "Though I think you don't mind me being a bit rough with you, no?" He playfully suggests, and your cheeks grow a bit red at that, before he laughs, head dipping down to properly kiss your lips, tongue instantly searching for entrance as he doesn't pick up the pace. "Can't wait until you're all round with my baby." He suddenly suggests, and your eyes open wide as you open your mouth to correct him, but you shut up as his eyes meet yours, determination in them as he suddenly grabs the behind of your thighs, positioning them a bit differently to hit even deeper. "I know, I know-" He chants, as he picks up his pace. "I don't care." He presses out between his own heavy breaths. "I'll just-" He begins, loving the way you mewl under his touch, "I'll just fuck you over and over again until it works." He promises, and you simply nod, unable to deny him. The chances you'll ever conceive are slim- but as he states, never zero. "I'll just- I'll just fill you up until your body can't help but give me a child." He muses, as you start to clench. And he knows, notices, how much this idea is just as enticing to you as it is to him. "You gonna cum? Hm?" He asks, and you nod vigorously before you arch your back off the mattress, making him groan as he shoots his load as well, the visual image of your pleasure underneath him combined with the way you clench his aching length inside granting him his release as well.

As you lay on your sides, all snuggled up underneath the covers after cleaning up, he kisses your bare shoulder, eyes closed. "I mean it, you know." He says, and you humm a reply, before he explains further. "I want a family with you. Someday. When I'm ready." He says, and you nod. You'll somehow make it work, you know this. If he can overcome his demons, you can overcome your own cursed body as well. You deeply hope, at least.

Because Jeon Jungkook is sick, but he's starting to see a future.

"Jeon!" His coworker yells in the big hall he's working in. "Why, pray tell, did you never tell us your girl is that fucking pretty, aye?" He barks in a playful manner, as you walk inside beside the old man, carrying a small plastic bag with what he assumes is a lunchbox. The view of you next to that man stirs something inside him, as he slowly gets up, wrench still in his hand, brows furrowed.

"Because your filthy hands should stay six feet away from her." He responds, with his brows still furrowed, before he finally sneezes.

"Bless you, hah! I'll let you have your break earlier-" The old man winks at you, then gives Jungkook a firm hit against the chest, taking the wrench away from him. "But only because she's cute!" He laughs, as he walks into the hall, Jungkook now walking towards you.

You're proud of him.

Months ago, this would've never been possible; neither the simple fact that he had a job, nor the small incident with his coworker just now. He still got easily irritated, but he worked through these emotions way more easy nowadays. His coworkers and boss know of his past, know what he was like and know that he's still deep in therapy, but they don't judge. They simply accept him, tame him back into his cage whenever he's close to boiling over again. You love the fact that you can walk inside the breakroom with him, eyes sparkling with newfound childish playfulness as he peaks inside the bag you brought him. He's still very careful with you leaving the house, but its not anymore just for his own gain- he's more open to his surroundings, he's starting to think about how he and his actions can affect others. He doesn't care much still; but he's realized that pretending is enough for now. Small steps.

"The handyman was there today." You say, as you watch him dig into the fried rice you brought him, his interest now gained. "They turned on the heating again. Can you imagine? I didn't even know we had floorboard heating!" You exclaimed excitedly, and Jungkooks eyes widen as well.

"Really? I didn't know either. Fuck, can't wait to come home now." He says, swallowing his bite before taking a sip of his canned soda. "Did that label contact you yet?" He asks, and you shake your head. Recently, you had gained the interest of a bigger clothing label, who wanted to collaborate with you for this season's designs. "Ah, that takes time I guess. We'll wait, its fine." You know he's not only saying that for you, but himself as well. He still gets agitated over small things, but he deals with them a bit more easily. "I'll be home in a couple hours. Do you wanna wait here, or go home?" He asks, and you stand up, packing his now empty food container as you smile.

"I'll take the bus, don't worry." You say, and he furrows his brows playfully.

"Mask?" He asks, and you hold it up proudly, well aware of the precautions you need to take to make public transport safe for you.

"Good girl. Text me when you're home yeah? I'll get us takeout for dinner." He says, as he kisses the top of your head. You nod, and wave him goodbye as you two go separate ways, at least for now, until he's finally free of work.

Jeon Jungkook is sick.

But he's slowly healing.

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