#and ocs never get as much attention or appreciation u feel

[limpfisted]

Gonna do asks in a second but this is an appreciation post for all the ocs in this fandom, ur all so cool and creative and smart, u make ALL ur own content, and that's like incredible art and brilliance to me!!!! I could not do it i simply latch on to blorbos but everyone talking about their tavs and durges and dnd ocs is so great to me and I love seeing ur art and im so happy u let the world see this part of ur amazing inner worlds like this

[onlyswan]

summary: in which you drive jungkook mad but you make his heart beat.

idol!jungkook x f!reader, est. relationship / fluff, suggestive, a pinch of angst / word count: 5k

content/warnings: tried sumn different so this is mainly from jungkook’s pov :D !! drummer!oc ur so cool & i’m stealing u from ur bf 🏃— mention of a 10 yr age gap between jk & a guy who likes oc (he’s hella pissed off) ; mentions of (car) s^x ; allusion to a bl^wj^b ; jk just got home from tour & oc is tipsy, needy, & dramatic as hell T_T ; oc /briefly/ touches jk while he’s driving & he /nearly/ loses his shit & crashes the car (he doesn’t) (i’m kidding) + to the anon who wanted to jk’s cheek scar to get a kissy here u go 🥺

> in which masterlist!

note: oc is so shot glass of tears coded especially in this… i’m glad i’m posting this after golden came out just so i could say it 🥰 this takes place after this drabble sooo the end of oct 2018 <3 if u’ve read the prev drabble too, this was when jk said those exact words in the past 🥺 wrote this in the middle of hell week so i was half out of my mind :'] as always feedback & reblogs rrr always appreciated !! 🥺

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jungkook loves the sound of rain— the gentle knocks on every surface of the earth has always been a lullaby even during daylight.

tonight is a different story, however. it is defeaning, terrifying even. he can barely see what is infront of him, spare the occasional headlights blazing across the slippery roads. his umbrella is being stolen away by the harsh gusts of wind and the mud stains on his sneakers are well-hidden by the plain black.

and yes, he is tired; and yes, this is hard, but that is the end of it.

you’re exactly where you told him you’d wait, far behind the edge of the roof where the rainwater falls from and splashes on the ground. you stand out in his blue oversized shirt, one that he purposely left behind in your closet so he could have something else to wear when he sleeps over.

you’re too busy typing on your phone to see him crossing the parking lot; he feels his very own vibrate in the pocket of his sweatpants. however, his giddy smile fades when a man exits through the entrance door and approaches you with a red umbrella. his strides become slightly hurried then, as he watches you politely decline it with that heart-fluttering smile of yours everybody adores.

“oh no, really, i’m fine. you might need it later! my boyfriend is already coming to pick me up anyway.”

jungkook acts cool. he tucks his hand in the pocket of his sweatpants, tries to make himself appear bigger because he realizes that he would be inches shorter than the man if not for the platforms of his shoes.

“____, baby!”

upon hearing your name coming from the lips of your lover, your face lights up even brighter.

“jungkook!”

you greet him with an embrace, jumping into his arms before he can properly set down his umbrella on the ground.

“yah, yah-yah! be careful!” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around your waist to catch you, peering down to check how high your boots are for you to be running and jumping around freely.

“hey, i’m going back inside- there’s more customers coming in. make it home safe, alright?”

the stranger tries to catch your attention, and jungkook’s protectiveness swiftly kicks in when he lays a hand on you and slides it down to your lower back. your boyfriend turns you away from the unprompted touch by pulling your body closer to his side, and he is unable to control how his eyebrows knit together in annoyance.

he wasn’t planning on giving much thought to the presence of a man around you. he knows better than that. but he has never heard about this one, which raises the question of who the fuck is he to freely touch you like that?

“oh- alright! thank you, jun!”

“you better take care of ____, man. it’s dangerous around here during this time.”

he receives a rather heavy and condescending pat on the shoulder, and so, with his annoyance bubbling worse, he wears a passive aggressive smile on his face.

“yeah, of course i am,”

jun’s nostrils flare as he witnesses you sneakily slide your hands underneath jungkook’s hoodie in search of warmth.

“i’m here now, so there’s no need to worry about my girlfriend anymore.”

he nods, then forces himself to smile. “that’s good, then.”

“yeah, thanks. we’re leaving.”

“oh, okay. have a nice night!”

“you too,”

he turns on his heel and returns inside the busy establishment— but not before jungkook made sure that he saw the bruises on his knuckles that he got from his boxing sessions.

his jaw clenches as he glares at the door.

is he being petty? sure, to hell with that. he doesn’t care. he’s always been one to trust his gut, and he has a bad feeling.

he is met by a love-drunk smile when his undivided attention is at last given to you, in the form of fond eyes and affectionate strokes of your hair.

“who was that?”

“eh, new bartender,” you shrug with disinterest. “hm, i think he’s 31…? he’s nice but he keeps talking about wrestling.”

he raises an eyebrow at the mention of his age, while your lips form a sad pout.

what the hell? he thought he would be 25 at most.

“the tv has been in the same channel for the past two weeks because of him. it’s all i’ve been seeing! i don’t like it-” you whine in distress, quite frankly, a little traumatized.

an endeared smile is coaxed out of him at your adorableness, how your speech is a little slurred and how you’re looking at him like you’re begging him to do something about it.

“makes me nervous,”

his dominant hand closes into a fist.

if he only he had known. should’ve fucking punched the guy, give him a taste of what he seems to be a huge fan of.

“let’s watch something calming when we get home, how about that?”

you nod your head, eyes that twinkle with eagerness fluttering shut when he leans in for a much awaited kiss. how sweet, he feels a little more alive than before. he can smell it, even taste it— the peach margarita you started sipping on before the band’s first set. concocted by jun, he presumes. he pulls away with a small smile, licking his lips for the traces of you that clung to him.

out of the blue, you burst into a fit of giggles, weak knees buckling as your weight crashes on him.

“i missed you!”

“babe, are you seriously drunk?” he chuckles, holding you with a secure grip around your torso.

“maaaybe tipsy…? i was pretending not to be.” you stand on your tip-toes to nuzzle your face against his neck, mumbling sheepishly. “only trust you.”

—

“i should’ve accepted the umbrella.” you grunt childishly, body going limp on jungkook’s back, except for the arm holding up the umbrella that shields the both of you from the pouring rain.

“yah!” he scolds you, clearly not pleased with the words that just came from your mouth. “what does that mean?”

“i’m embarrassed! they’re probably feeling bad for you.”

the last sentence comes out as a whisper, pertaining to the side glances you’ve been attracting from strangers as you make your way to your boyfriend’s car.

unfortunately, he had to park somewhere far because the restobar’s parking lot was already full.

you jokingly complained about staining your white boots with dirt and mud, but you instantly regretted it when he bent down, signalling you to ride on his back without an ounce of hesitation.

“our shoulders always get wet when we share an umbrella,” he said. “if i carry you, wouldn’t it be better?”

“embarrassing? some would even say romantic!”

something peculiar happens then— when your lips ghost over his left cheek, planting an affectionate kiss there that lasts for seconds. you pull away with a smacking sound, giggly and bubbly, might be his favorite version of you.

“i love you,” you hum, grasping the umbrella upright before it could tip over.

he doesn’t know if you did it on purpose or not, kissing him precisely where his scar is, but his heart jumps in his chest when he feels it begin to throb.

as if the wound from his childhood has come alive. as if, once again, he is bleeding as he glares at his older brother, and he still wants to play games on the computer oblivious to the fact that it would leave a permanent scar, a brand new landmark on his body.

you mistake his silence for something else.

you frown, warm breath tickling his neck as you quietly ask. “are you still mad at me?”

he sighs, vision landing on the ground as his walking pace slows down. “no? i was wrong. i shouldn’t have questioned your decision in the first place… why would i be mad?”

you started playing the drums for your friend’s band two months ago, just as soon as he left for tour. you volunteered after witnessing how distraught they were when their drummer vanished without a trace. he learned that it used to be a hobby of yours from childhood until early teenage years, playing the drums, but it was robbed from you when your father took his instruments with him when he abandoned your home for another.

he was pleasantly surprised when he learned about it, recounted all the times your hands and fingers were drumming on any sort of surface and his head naturally bopped to the beat, but then again, you never brought it up.

isn’t ____ so cool? he would proudly say when he flaunts you to his friends, even the protocol team, who have never seen him so happy.

three times a week, from nine in the evening until midnight, your phone was propped up on an empty table infront of the stage, and him, on the other side of the globe, excitedly watched you from backstage while he was getting ready for their own show. some other times, he was in his hotel room, or the private jet. his patience has been tested by crappy wifi, nosy and noisy people, and his earphones that stopped working while you looked insanely attractive grooving to ‘why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ as you effortlessly played the drums. he showered you with compliments as you did for him. you’re working hard so he must do the same.

he arrived home from tour the other day, spent the rest of its hours sleeping. yesterday, he waited for you at school and then at work like a lost puppy, slept on your bed (if he’s being honest, the two of you didn’t do much sleeping) then woke up at 9am for work.

and he tried his best, he really did, to get out of the company early enough to catch you playing a song or two. after all, it was your last day at the job.

much as you enjoyed reconnecting with an old flame— loved the overflowing tips that came from those who were amazed by your talent (well, there were also those who were just trying to get into your pants), the moment that the old drummer got down on his knees begging to be taken back by his best friends, just like how you became a part of the band, you voluntarily stepped down.

jungkook didn’t agree with this decision. he didn’t understand why you’d sacrifice something that makes you happy for a person who fucked up and wasted what they had. you went back and forth over it on the phone until you cried, told him that it wasn’t easy for you, and he couldn’t hold you in his arms or kiss your face. he could only apologize, and it even felt insincere doing it through a screen.

maybe he’s only relieved that you no longer need to be around a man an entire decade older than he is, who is obviously interested in you and serves you alcohol drinks. no, that doesn’t sit right with him. he needs jun, or whatever the fuck his true name is, to stay very far away from his baby.

“i’m just sad that i never got to watch you perform in person.”

you rest your cheek on his shoulder, heavy eyelids slowly blinking as the headlights of a black van blindsides you.

what the fuck. too bright.

“me too…”

—

“i’m bored,” you release a dramatic sigh, stealing a glimpse of jungkook at the driver’s seat, just to see if you caught his attention like you intended.

his eyes are trained on the dashboard, however, focused on the navigation guide displayed on his phone. he isn’t very familiar with this part of the city. it took him more than an hour to arrive at the address you sent him, including the time he spent in the middle of traffic.

“forty-eight minutes, then we can do whatever you want.”

“whatever i want?”

he slows down the car, briefly turning his head to find you expectantly looking at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“of course,” he laughs, taking one hand off the wheel to squish your cheeks together. “just tell me what it is, baby.”

he doesn’t catch the sad look that flashes across your face after you lose his touch.

“then i’ll tell you when i figure out what i want,” you say quietly.

“i thought you already had something in mind?”

“nope,” you answer with yet another sigh.

you choose to stare out the window in silence, body completely slumping into your seat in defeat.

jungkook’s senses are sharp, or he likes to believe so. “are you okay?”

“i’m okay,”

“you sure?”

“hmm,” you hum curtly, and then you close your eyes, so he decides not to press further despite wanting to.

he meets a red traffic light not long after that. and so, he hurriedly grabs the black fleece blanket in the backseat. he envelopes you in it, crossing the distance between you to softly press his lips onto yours for a goodnight kiss. he feels you respond, albeit lazily, and he smirks cockily when you lift yourself up to chase him for one more, please— desperately, to get your fill of goodnight kisses from the many nights that you missed it.

the time seems to tick excruciatingly slow now that you’re quiet. a minute is multiplied by a hundred. the steady rhythm of your breathing keeps him sane throughout dark avenues and encounters with reckless drivers of the midnight scene.

he missed you. he missed you so much, and he knows that you’re tired from university, and tutoring high school students in english, and playing the drums for more than two hours… but he selfishly wishes that you’re awake right now so he can make up for the two months that you were apart.

be careful of what you wish for, they said.

jungkook should know better by now.

“i can’t sleep,” he hears you whisper in a dulcet tone that indirectly tells him you’re in need of some love… but he isn’t given the chance to act upon that request because you’re already all over what it is that you need.

he swallows thickly, glancing down at your hand that has somehow found its way to his inner thigh— zeroing in on your red nails, can feel them faintly grazing his skin.

you’re so pretty. everywhere.

even when naked and bare.

no, especially. it’s all he can think about.

he can draw you from memory.

“____,” he utters your name through gritted teeth, heart beginning to race a thousand miles per second in his chest.

the effect of your teasing touch is instantaneous, slowly inching closer and closer to where his growing erection is. his eyes remain focused on the road, but he fears that he’ll start thinking with his dick soon if you carry on with this act a few seconds longer.

“shit, not now, baby- please- not while i’m driving.”

your bottom lip is caught between your teeth, poorly concealing a self-satisfied smirk, and you pretend not to hear a single word from his plea.

a minx, that’s what you are, always causing trouble and blurring lines in his eyes.

“____, i’m not joking around. don’t make me mad-”

his warning is cut short by-

“fuck… fuck,” he curses, filter flying out the window once he feels you tracing the outline of his hard-on, the feather-light touch of your fingers smoothly gliding across the fabric of his sweatpants, and he completely loses it when your soft palm caresses his cock, so gentle that it feels almost innocent.

okay, so he couldn’t feel it because you weren’t skin-to-skin, but he knows that your hands are soft, can feel his imagination running wilder because he has memorized the way they feel on most parts of his body.

you’re so incredibly nasty and evil for this— squeezing him lightly, taking advantage of how sensitive he’s gotten, making him tremble as pleasure shoots up his spine. his breath stutters in his lungs and he unconsciously pushes harder on the gas.

and although it means fighting every fiber of his being that painfully yearns for more, he seizes your wrist in an iron grip, placing your hand over the gearstick while his sits heavy on top of yours.

“____! behave! you’re going to get us killed!”

he watches you jut out your bottom lip through the rearview mirror, eyes hazy with lust staring down at where your hand used to be, and then his handsome face. he is evidently flushed, honey skin dusted with a rosy pink. all the way to the tips of his ears, down to his neck.

while he’s driving? really?

doesn’t this only happen in wet dreams?

you are not real.

“then pull over,” you plead. “please?”

he releases a shaky breath. you’re always so needy with alcohol in your system, drove him into total insanity while he couldn’t be here to give you what you wanted.

“no, you need to learn how to be patient… told you we can do whatever you want when we get home, right?”

wrong move.

the silence returns, and just when he thought that you went back to your journey to slumber, the sound of your sniffles fill the car.

jungkook’s heart breaks into a million pieces.

also, he wants to slam his head against the steering wheel.

you make it so fucking hard to resist you; you always get what you want. it becomes much harder when he is the subject of your desire and he loves being loved.

“haven’t i been patient enough…? i missed you so much.”

“and i missed you too!” he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing them on your skin. “fuck, you have no idea how much… please, don’t cry.”

“then pull over,” you stubbornly insist, and he is so close to driving this car into a lamp post. “fuck me at the backseat.”

“can’t,” he mumbles, sounding almost pained, and he is. he wants you so bad, it hurts. “we’re going to have to do it without protection.”

“what do you mean?” you exclaim.

you rip your hand away from his, not wasting time in unlocking the glove compartment, and a sound of sheer disappointment escapes from your mouth as you collapse back on your seat.

“jungkook, i hate you!”

“well right now i hate myself too!” he cries out in frustration. “i didn’t have the time to buy more, okay?”

“and there’s not one in your wallet?”

“babe, are you serious?!”

“what?!”

somehow, his hands still expertly swivels the steering wheel as the car meets a curve.

but he feels dizzy. the ghost of your touch is still there, a promise of carnal pleasure unfulfilled.

“stop the car,” you say out of the blue, rather calmly, and that terrifies the shit out of him.

he swallows the lump in his throat, eyes switching between you and the road in panic. “huh?”

“i said stop the car, i’m stepping out.”

“babe, come on,” he moans, ruined and tormented. he reaches for your hand but you scoot further away from him, and he ignores the way his heart drops to his stomach as he kneads your exposed thigh instead. “please, don’t be like this. i just got home.”

“jungkook! if you don’t let me get off this car right now, i swear!”

the urgency embedded in your threatening voice leaves your boyfriend with no choice but to pull over to the side of the street as soon as he gets the chance.

he carries on to unbuckle his seatbelt.

“baby, stop being stu-”

he tries to reach for you, but he is rudely ignored as you hop off the car and slam the door shut on his face.

“…bborn…”

he blinks.

he inhales. he exhales.

and then he buries his face in his hands to scream… as quietly as possible.

“what the fuck was in that margarita?!”

—

jungkook steps out of the car worried sick about you. now wearing a black bucket hat, his head whips in different directions in search for the familiar shape of your body, your hair, your shirt that is his, anything.

his arm rests on top of the car door, the other on the roof, fingers drumming on it anxiously as he chews on his bottom lip.

there are mostly restaurants here, it seems. some are already closed, some are still lights on. not far away, he hears a karaoke place bursting with music and laughter. he looks up and he finds that the night sky remains barren of stars; there’s no guidance from the heavens that will lead him to you.

except for the sound of your sweet voice calling out his name.

he turns around, and he knows it’s going to sound extremely silly, but damn, you make his life feel like a movie— because you’re jogging towards him, and the universe begins moving in slow motion. perhaps it is to prevent him from falling on his knees in relief, because he genuinely thought that you already went home on your own like the stubborn brat that you are.

“____, where did you go?! you can’t just run off like that! seriously, that was not nice!”

“i forgot my wallet!” you squeal as you halt infront of him, slapping your forehead as a way to scold yourself. “i found a hotteok cart!”

his anger quickly dissipitates. he scans your face, mouth agape in bewilderment.

you, screaming at him to stop the car because there was a sighting of your favorite snack? makes sense.

he dishes out the wallet from his pocket. “wha- i thought you… you didn’t have money?”

you shake your head to answer his question.

“then how are you already eating?”

you take another bite from the hot hotteok you’re holding in a paper cup, and then you shrug.

“i was already eating when i realized it,” you point at yourself, a mischievous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. “so he let me run back here. does it look like this face would steal?”

“you’re impossible!” he bursts out laughing, the unique sound of his joy harmonizing with the mundane noises of the city.

he is thoroughly amused and in awe of your undeniable charm never failing to work its magic. if you just gave it a shot, you might be even better at him at his job.

you’re pliant as he captures your wrist, tugging you away with him so he can lock the car.

“i bought three, by the way.” you note as the two of you start walking, with you clinging to his side. “the last three then mister can go home.”

you put the hotteok near his mouth, and he pauses to take a big bite. “have you even had dinner?”

“just the four margaritas- they were yummy! or was it five?”

he clicks his tongue in disappointment, but he doesn’t get to say anything more about it because you’ve reached the hotteok cart, and he’s already handing the vendor the money.

“thank you!” he bows his head politely as he accepts the remaining two you mentioned earlier, handing them over to you.

“no, this is yours.” you speak with tenderness, giving back one of the cups to him. “then we’ll split the third one. it’s really good!”

the vendor secretly watches the interaction with a fond smile as he packs up to finally, finally end his long day working at the busy streets of seoul.

—

you’re sat together on the hood of jungkook’s car as you share a midnight snack. with caring hands, you rip the hotteok apart in perfect halves, offering the other to your lover. he accepts it in between his teeth.

“do you want drums as your christmas gift?”

“love,” you search for the words to say as you chew the food in your mouth. “i can barely fit in my apartment. where am i going to put a drum set…? not to mention that i can’t even cry without my neighbor hearing it.”

his shoulders drop in dejection, and you rub your boyfriend’s back in an attempt to comfort him.

“you must really want to see me play, don’t you?”

“i’m dying to,” he says in pure jungkook fashion, tone dramatic and thick with an accent that is entirely his. “i can’t believe there were regulars who saw you every night, while i, your boyfriend, didn’t even see you once…! even that fucking bartender… this- this can’t be right! do you think this makes sense? no, right?”

“aw, my baby,” you coo at him, jutting out your bottom lip as you tenderly cup his face.

“i don’t trust him, by the way,” he scoffs. “as much as possible, stay away from him when you visit, alright…? if i see him touching you one more time, i don’t know what i’ll end up doing to him.”

“i don’t like him either,” you giggle. “so that’s easy.”

he stares at your bloodshot eyes. damn it, you haven’t sobered up.

“____, i’m serious. he’s weird. i’m worried about you but i can’t always be here to protect you.”

you blink at him innocently. “i am too! serious!”

“you promise me?”

“i promise!”

he nods, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he gets lost in the sea of his own thoughts. “i should talk to your friends about this, too. is that okay?”

“if that will ease your mind,” you half-smile, heart fluttering in your chest because you feel so cherished.

comfortable silence follows suit.

the hotteok is still soft and warm and sweet. if your love had to be delivered to his doorstep, it would in the form of your favorite food.

he sighs to gain more of your sympathy, basking in the attention he’s receiving from you. he missed this. he missed you. he sounds like a broken record, but it’s true.

“come ooon, don’t be sad! i’ll make it up to you! but it’s a surprise!”

“surprise?” he eyes you with suspicion. “what surprise?”

“just trust me, alright?”

you poke his cheek where his dimples are, and you witness them pop out as he copies your contagious smile.

“can i make a guess?”

“nope!”

you fit the remaining piece of your hotteok in your mouth, jumping off the hood of the car. you stand before him as you wipe your hands clean with a small paper napkin.

“don’t you dare. if you guess it right then my plans will be ruined!”

—

you’re back on the passenger seat to travel the remaining twenty-seven minutes to your apartment.

jungkook melts into the tenderness of your touch as he drives. you’re tracing the toned muscles of his arms; stroking his hair, his face, and the smell of the sticky brown sugar from the hotteok still lingers on your skin.

“when are you going to start getting tattoos?” you wonder out loud as he intertwines your fingers together on top of his thigh. “i think you’d look so pretty.”

“i’m planning on it.”

his heart skips a beat at the thought of you remembering that he wants his skin artfully inked as you absentmindedly distracted yourself with it.

he licks his lips, smiling as he looks over at you. “you really think so? pretty?”

“hm, hot, too,” you stick your tongue out playfully, and he snorts out a laugh. “but as long as you’re happy, then nothing else matters.”

“of course- wait, yah! you still need to eat dinner.” he reminds you once he recognizes the path you’re taking.

a grocery store is not more than a kilometer away, if his memory serves him right.

“what do you want? i don’t mind cooking.”

“for you to fuck me, that’s what i want. you won’t mind that, too?”

oh my fucking god.

he wishes you were passed out drunk instead so he wouldn’t have to suffer this battle between self-control and his insatiable appetite for you.

“baby, aren’t you still sore from this morning?”

“a little,” he notices you squeezing your thighs together from his peripheral, and along with it, the bruises on your knees from when you worshipped his body last night. “but i want you.”

your giggles in reaction to him frustratedly running his fingers through his hair seems to only fuel the dirty thoughts in his head. he uncomfortably shifts in his seat to adjust himself.

“can you just bring it up when we get near your house? you’re killing me over here!”

“but why? i’m having fun.” you bring your tangled hands over to your side, peppering the back of his hand with innocent kisses. “i love you. you’re so cute.”

“are you… are you seriously calling me cute after what you just asked me to fuck you?”

his disbelief is challenged by your amusement.

“why not? being one dimensional? boring. being different things all at once? sexy.”

jungkook doesn’t need to see you play the drums to know that you are the only one capable of making his heart beat like this. to feel it pounding, it turns out there’s another way besides performing, he can just be alone with you. a different type of addictive exhilaration. he isn’t at the top of the world; he free falls as it revolves around you.

you always know the right words to say, because right now, he is preening. he’s wearing a big smile, the kind that looks like he’s laughing, but he’s not— almost. the kind that reaches his eyes, shapes them into little crescent moons.

how did he get so lucky?

rehearsals in the morning be damned, he will be fucking you good all night.

you make a noise of confusion when the car swerves into the trees at the side of the road.

“what are we doing here?”

jungkook only spares you a glance. “get in the backseat, baby.”

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[lesyeuxdemoii]

paige bueckers x oc

part1 part 2

: cursing, smut.

not proofread

:heyyyy, ik its been a while, but here we are. also, thank u so so much for the love that p1 received, i appreciate it a lot u guys don’t even knowww 😫 love yall and enjoy ♥️

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June 22nd. My 20th birthday.

I hadn’t even thought about big parties since my parents spiritually left the home. Giselle was upset with it, but what could she do? I never agreed on anything serious, so it was always her, me and a little cake that we ordered the same day. But this year was different. —

Current day: June 19th.

“I don’t know what to do with her, like, i don’t get it how she thinks that skipping her 20th is acceptable.” - Gigi sighed, laying on the couch of one of her friends’ dorm, looking blankly on the white celling.

“Gi, bro, forcing her won’t go either” - Aria, her best friend, shook her head explaining.

“It has to.”

“But it won’t.”

Gigi’s shoulders slumped, her frustration being evident. “You are not helping.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t…like…worry that much? I mean, she’s a grown woman, well, almost. She knows what is better for her, and—“

“What if we try something else?” - Paige, who had been quietly listening past 20 minutes, finally spoke up, gaining all the attention.

“I have a good friend, he owns cool villa at the beach, and there’s also a club nearby. We-You can gather whoever she wants there. It’d be low-key, she is going to like it, m’pretty sure.”

Giselle sat up, her eyes shining with excitement. Oh yeah, it was definitely the best thing suggested.

—

Current day: June 22nd. The birthday.

At first, I hesitated about the whole idea, but when Gigi mentioned that Paige was the one who came up with this, I immediately agreed. My sister invited few of her and my closest friends, which I certainly approved.

Paige didn’t lie when she said that the villa was “cool”, it was actually…something. It was a modern, huge, sleek maison right next to the beach. It had large windows framing the blue view, a patio, including a pool. Inside, it was bright and airy with some decor. Each bedroom had its own balcony, and a short path that leaded to the private beach. Paige, once again, outdid herself.

One thing that also made the whole picture top tier, was how good she looked today.

Paige was leaning against the wall, the gray tank top clung to her, highlighting her toned frame, while her black patterned shorts rested loosely. Her hair was slicked back into a sleek, low bun and of course, the infamous smirk was plastered on her face. The confidence, the unmatchable and bright aura that was radiating from her made me feel dizzy, it took me everything to not to just pull her into a passionate kiss, as i reminded myself where we two were.

I subconsciously bit my lip at her sight, which didn’t go unnoticed by her, obviously.

“This is unbelievable…” - Hana, the youngest of us, said, looking around with silly grin on her face.

“As soon as I get to the Royals, Imma buy something like this for me. .” - Katarina announced, making me giggle.

“Uh-uh, sure.” - Amina sook her head, already going upstairs.

“You’re not even invited, bitch!”

“You’re not allowed to talk like that.”

“You’re not allowed to talk in general.”

Amina’s dramatic gasp had everyone bursting into laughter, as I couldn’t help but feel a wave of happiness wash over me. I mentally promised myself that the day surely would be better than I thought.

—

I had been lying back on the deckchair, wearing a sleek black bikini that fit snugly against my skin. The bandeau strapless top hugged my chest, while the thin strings of the bikini bottom rested lightly on my hips. Over it, a sheer black cover-up flowed loosely around me, its fabric barely grazing my body as the breeze moved it. With my eyes closed, the world around me seemed to fade. The beach had been peaceful—just the soft sound of waves rolling onto the shore. A gentle breeze had swept across my body, cooling the heat from the sun while the salty air filled my lungs with each deep breath. In the distance, I could barely hear others’ laughter through my earpods, playing one of partynextdoor’s songs from Paige’s playlist. When I was peacefully humming to the music, I felt little drops of water from above on my skin, which made me open my eyes and stop the music.

“You like this?” - Paige hovered over me, her hair and body soaking wet, as she placed her hands on her hips.

Before I answer, my gaze was fixed on her abs, which sent waves right down there.

“Yes, everything’s really nice.” - I said sincerely, sating up and smiling softly at her.

She smiled back, looking around to check if anyone’s watching. When she made sure, she leaned in, capturing our lips in a short, sweet kiss. Paige’s lips barely even touched mine, but it felt too good to complain.

“You look good in this.” — she hinted on my bikini, pulling away and sitting next to my legs.

I raised my eyebrows, smirk plastered on my face.

“You do?”

She licked her lips. “Yeah, but…”

Before I could open my mouth, she continued.

“I would give everything to take it off from you right now.”

I instantly blushed, turning my head away to avoid her piercing blue eyes. I squeezed my thighs together, letting her know that it’s not the best moment to turn me on. Paige smirked, positioning her hand on my knee, caressing it.

“You are so stupid. And horny.”

“Chilllll, prolly horny, but stupid is wild.”

I playfully rolled my eyes and got up from my place, proceeding to join the rest.

Her eyes lingered on my waist, then on my ass, and then on my shiny and long hair. Paige was always down bad for me, but she never accepted it out-loud. The perfect example of it was my picture on her wallpaper, but it wasn’t just an ordinary one. I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom of a hotel room in nothing but panties and white T-shirt. It was bunched in my hands and lifted, revealing my waist and white bra underneath, my tits being pushed up, no face being shown. When she was asked about it, she told she saved it from Pinterest because of the vibe. No one had a single suspicion, not even my sister.

-

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't take my eyes off me. The most beautiful, ethereal and magical dress clung to my body. It sparkled like the night sky, a deep blue so rich it seemed to pull in all the light around me. The thick straps framed my shoulders, and the short skirt of it hugged my curves just perfectly. A golden sunburst spread across my chest, its rays shimmering as I shifted slightly. Tiny embroidered fairies seemed to float across the fabric, their wings glinting like they were ready to flutter off. It wasn't just a dress; it felt like I stepped straight out of the fairytale. Paige gifted it me specifically for my birthday two days before it. I had to lie to Gigi that I bought it myself, but it was hard to hide my excitement from her.

The whole outfit was completed with my matching blue heels and gold jewelry. Giselle did my makeup, enhancing my features with glossy lips, sparkly eyeshadows, pink blush and long, mascara covered lashes. Golden skin was covered in glittered oil. My hair was styled in slight waves, giving me an exotic look.

-

“And I swear to God, if not his mom standing right there, I would’ve punched him on his fucking face.”

Amina was bubbling something, but I was conviced that no one was paying attention. After having too many drinks, dancing too wildly, everyone was more than wasted. Paige laid her head on my shoulder, both of us enjoying the moment of carelessness. She was whispering sweet things to me and they step by step were becoming something else.

“You look so good in this dress”

“I’m glad I bought it for you.”

“You are beautiful.”

“You smell so good.”

“Wanna kiss you so bad.”

“Would you let me fuck you in this?”

“I want to have you right here.”

“Lemme taste you.”

After her words became loud enough for the others to hear, I warned.

“Paige, slow down.”

“Let’s get out of here, baby, please.” - she begged.

It took a second for me to think, taking the fact that nobody cares enough to watch in our direction, when I slowly nodded.

The walk back was quick, all the way Paige was talking about whatever, while her long and strong arm rested on my shoulders. When we got to her room, she quickly pressed me on the wall, immediately connecting our lips in a hungry kiss. She was so inpatient, so intense that I even thought that she was going to suffocate me. I savored the sweet taste of her Dirty Shirley, making me unintentionally moan. She leaded us to the bed, dropping me on it and getting on her knees. She spread my legs, lifting up the dress to my chest.

“Don’t ruin it.” - I warned.

“I will buy you another one.” - she stated, trailing sloppy kisses on my thighs. My head dropped back from the feeling of her lips on my skin. Finally, her fingers brushed the tip of my underwear, taking it off. She met the sight of my wet cunt surrounded by juices, she could feel her own pussy clunch at that.

“So fucking pretty.” - she murmured more to herself than to me, caressing it with her index finger, making me gasp at the contact. She looked at me with sincere eyes, slowly making her way to my cunt, and when she attached her lips to my clit, I moaned extremely loud. She started to kiss, suck, lick, bite, literally everything that came to her mind. She went from my pussy to my thighs again, licking them, then to my stomach and back to my clit. She was speeding up, making my eyes to blur.

“Shit, P…Paige.” - my hands flew to her head, shoving her deeper in my dripping pussy. She took it as a hint, inserting a finger, then two, then three, to the point that it was hard to take.

“Could do this all day, fuck.”

Then, she got an idea. She took her phone out from her pocket, giving it to me. I quickly understood what she wanted to do, so I opened the camera and pointed it to the place when her lips and my puffy clit connected. I never imagined seeing her absolutely destroy me from the screen, because it was always her filming us, but it was worth it. She looked directly into the phone, slowing her pace and doing long licks. Camera captured the ridiculous sounds from my pussy, causing a tsunami of arousal for Paige. Then she sped up again,

In and out. Suck. In and out. Suck. In and out. Suck.

“I’m gonna, i’m gonna..”- the phone almost fell from my hands. I got closer and closer to my edge.

“C’mon, baby, give it to me. Give me your cum, do it.”

And I did it. The phone was dropped, my legs shook, head was spinning, but I was in the total euphoria. Paige made sure to help me to ride out my high. After that, she went all up over my body, capturing our lips in a gentle kiss. I smiled against her, when suddenly, we were interrupted by an aggressive knock.

“What the fuck is going on there?!”

[strawberrystepmom]

malevolent enterprise ch. 2

ceo au series. sukuna and yuji are brothers. gojo x f!reader are endgame but this is backstory/lead up. reader has hair that can be swept off of their face. reader is a lawyer (ive taken creative liberties bc i am not a real lawyer so take it up with god if u find an issue) and has an established platonic relationship with sukuna and has an ex boyfriend that is an oc named shigeo. cw drug and alcohol mentions. wc 1.8k.

masterlist coming soon but in the meantime, ch. 1 can be found here

divider thanks to @/cafekitsune ♡

“Forgot I paid you to stand around, ---.”

Hearing Sukuna use a shortened version of your full name, you roll your eyes and pull your glasses off of your face, holding them between your thumb and index finger. Meeting his gaze with an indignant look of your own, you toss the pen you’re holding with your other hand down on the desk in front of you and groan in frustration. 

You’re only standing in his office because you've been reviewing contract abstracts for hours and could use a break before your brain starts to turn to mush given his absolutely archaic NDA demands that would never be upheld in court. 

“Am I not allowed to pace? Is that one of the workplace rules you’ve set we all have to follow, King Ryomen?”

He appreciates your sharp wit if nothing else so he chuckles, walking around you to plop down behind the heaviest and most ornate looking desk you’ve seen in a modern office. 

Truly fit for a man who sees himself as a king. 

“Can I make all of you start calling me that? Will HR have an issue?”

You scoff and shake your head. 

“Yes. I have a funny feeling they would indeed take issue with you demanding your employees call you king.”

Placing your glasses back on the bridge of your nose, you sweep back a few tendrils of hair that have fallen in front of your face and sigh, raking your fingers through the top of your overgrown layers. You’ve been too busy lately to even get a trim, late nights spent at the revenge motivated Ryomen Enterprises preventing you from doing much but provide general counsel, as your position and official title state. 

You left one incredibly oppressive job for another and you don’t quite regret hitching your wagon to Sukuna but you aren’t proud of it either, especially putting your own goal of having your own firm on hold to do it. 

Leaving the Zen’in firm seemed intelligent three months ago after Naoya was named partner instead of you, the tireless hours you put into the blockbuster Miyamoto v. DTK, Inc. wrongful termination suit, the first of its kind in the country, meaning ultimately nothing when it comes to family ties and misogyny. 

You handed your resignation to Naobito the next day who received it with a knowing smirk, glad to see one less bitch too big for her skirt suit step aside. Two months later Sukuna reached out to you and you assumed you’d be stupid to pass up a comfortable and lucrative in-house counsel position in a well funded company everyone had just started buzzing about. 

It also helps that the founder of said company is someone you’ve known for long enough you have seen him shuffle through several life phases. 

Needless to say the job hasn’t been what you expected it to be since saying yes though, sifting through a bankers box full of Manila envelopes, muttering aloud about all the shit you need to get done and the severe lack of hours in the day. 

“The journalist hasn’t sent back her NDA yet,” you remark and he hums. He knows exactly the pretty little pink haired thing you’re mentioning and he smirks thinking about how easily he pulled her apart in a penthouse suite 8 blocks away a few nights ago but his attention is drawn back to the present when you slam a stack of papers in front of him. 

“Your brother’s company doesn’t even have in-house counsel.”

Sukuna arches a brow, sitting back in his chair and slamming his feet on the desk. You don’t even jump, perhaps too used to his antics after only a couple months of working for him. It’s not like he was a stranger to start with, the senior you helped through your sophomore Contracts course remembering you fondly for your plucky demeanor and willingness to fight when necessary. 

You simply remember him as a smooth talking asshole who charmed you into doing his coursework successfully but he signs your checks so you keep your assessments of his character to yourself as often as possible. 

“How do you know what’s going on at Yuji’s company? Are you a mole?”

A snort is your response and you toss him a glance from over your glasses, one he knows means he’s treading in dangerous territory. Tossing down one of the near bursting envelopes in your hand, you pick up your phone and grimace at the text lighting up the screen. 

Toge: maki wants 2 eat w u at some point this millennium - her words

Rolling your eyes, you text back and Sukuna watches with a grin, wondering what in the world could have you so irritated on your phone. 

“That’s not Gojo is it?”

You scoff again and add nothing further, continuing to focus on your phone despite the second last message Toge sent you containing a link to a headline showing off the man just mentioned wining and dining a pretty dark haired woman across the world last night. 

Quickly, you type a reply to Toge’s message to send the bubble with the news article further out of your periphery.

You: are you guys together? where are you?

“It’s my assistant reminding me to eat since I don’t get a spare second to do it working for you,” you finally remark, locking your phone with a wince. 

You try to pretend you’re too good to be affected by the latest news of Satoru’s careless public hookups but you did lock yourself in the executive bathroom to cry at your own reflection for 45 minutes earlier so you opt for silence rather than digging the hole any deeper. 

Why you care in the first place is beyond you, the two of you only ever orbiting around one another, no serious groundwork for anything beyond neutrality laid. You can’t help who you’re attracted to, though, and while there’s no use in lamenting that you’re nobody to the man you can at least sit down and dye your hair a shade darker to pretend he’d be interested next time you get the chance. 

Sukuna pulls you out of the hole your mind is in, swinging back and forth in his chair, making it squeal with each quarter turn and further annoying you.  

“When’s the last time you went out and did anything besides look at paperwork and smoke with the window cracked? You look like shit.”

The expression on your face is priceless, shifting to glare at your boss while he snickers to himself and shrugs, knuckles wrapped around his opposite bicep. 

“Yuji’s party is the last time I went out.”

Well over a month ago. Sukuna whistles lowly, still shifting idly in his chair. 

“I’m just saying maybe you need more than just a bite to eat to feel better. Text your ex or something, didn’t he just get surgery? He’s probably at home.”

The mention of Shigeo, baseball star, makes you exhale as loudly as possible and throw down another envelope. He’s the last person you want to hear about, given you broke his heart just over six months ago, admitting you didn’t see yourself marrying him when he asked about a shared future for the two of you. He’s sweet, he’s wonderful, he’s a good man but he isn’t your forever man and finally, anger makes your face flush and feel warm, your boss successfully making his way under your skin.

“Don’t you have illicit substances to snort out of someone’s asshole?” You look away and mutter under your breath, much to the amusement of the man watching each irritated step you take. “What are you even doing here anyway? It’s after hours.”

Sukuna takes his feet off of the desk and leans forward on his elbows, sucking his teeth. He isn’t sure why he’s here, actually. Perhaps he’s partied out and tired of hosting giggling girls with nothing better to do than hang on his every word or maybe he wants to look over his kingdom without prying eyes judging his every mood. Both of these are a little true but above all, part of him holds the tiniest bit of fondness for you. At least enough that he’s concerned you’re overworking yourself. 

“Go out tonight. All this shit will be here tomorrow and I’m sure I’ll give you even more to deal with by the time the sun is up again.”

You sigh and look down at your phone, screen lighting up as another message from your personal assistant comes through. 

Toge: den, just sat down. ordered you vodka soda.

“Fine but let your little pink princess know that if her NDA isn’t in by next week I’m going to sit there and watch you two fuck to make sure nothing gets out.”

Sukuna hums, brows raised. 

“I always knew you were a freak.” You roll your eyes and he chuckles, standing up from his chair and letting it roll back far enough it bumps against the glass floor to ceiling window behind it. “You’re one of those girls who wears really sexy underwear but never lets anyone see them, right?”

Tucking documents into a box, you snarl. He’s not 

flirting, he's making nasty observations as he is known to do. He has known you for long enough he feels extremely comfortable doing so and you can hardly argue with him. Who cares even if he is right? You’re a grown woman with a lucrative career and life, if you wanna wear 50,000 yen silk panties that’s your business.

“That’s more than enough out of you.” Another document tucked and you approach Sukuna, looking up at him with your mouth in a line. “I’ll be in by 10 tomorrow. Don’t fuck my night up.”

He nods, holding his hands up in a gesture of mild surrender. 

“I’m serious about the NDA too. I’ll meet with her if you want but I won’t promise to be nice about it.”

Your boss scoffs but smirks.

“You’re always too nice, that's why you don’t have it yet but I’ll talk to her.”

Nodding, you acquiesce, uninterested in arguing while you tie your coat closed. Your phone lights up again and you look down at the message with a groan.

Toge: ice melting…👎🏻

“I mean it, Sukuna Itadori. I do not want to hear a single report of bad behavior in the morning.”

The only person allowed to still call him his family name is you and you turn on your heel, stilettos clacking across the marble floor with each step. 

“Whatever you say, boss.”

His sly remark makes you toss another look over your shoulder while opening the office door but the buzz of your phone catches your attention instead. 

Maki: If you aren’t here in 15 I’m dragging you out of that building myself.

Knowing she means it, you stiffen and rush to leave. 

“No drama, Sukuna!” 

You shout over your shoulder and he chuckles, opening his own phone and scrolling to the contact for the pretty little pink princess he hopes to have back between his jaws tonight. 

[pyroweasel]

Asking for the oc romance thing and making u think -

10, 11?, and 13 for taddison (whichever one is the soothes/annoys ones)

And 10 for hazing because I want to hear how you phrase it

Rude. (jkjk)

Taddison

10: 'What is your OC's favorite trait of their partner's? What's their partner's favorite trait of theirs?'

Trep's favorite trait of Addison's is that he is always willing to go head to head with whoever, if he has to. Ofc this is Trep, so it's even more specific in that he likes that Addison will butt heads with *him* but it's still an endearing trait all over. It was one of the first things he started appreciating about Addison - that he would throw down with an Impostor if it meant helping his crew.

Addison's favorite trait of Trep's is that he's a hot alien. And I'm kind of not kidding? Fkgng I mean, there is plenty not related to looks that Addison very much appreciates about Trep but I keep coming back to his first thoughts being about. Touching Trep. Soft hair and tentacles and sharp teeth. The way he cuddles, gets all soft and limp when he's comfortable - what, I think Addison deserves to be a little shallow sometimes.

11: 'What's one thing about your OC's partner that annoys them? What's one thing about your OC that annoys their partner? How do they deal with that?'

This one is probably pretty obvious. One thing about Trep that annoys Addison is that he has very loose and often non-existant morals. That what ethics and sympathy he has only really extend to Addison and people Addison likes. This is something thags definitely *improved* over time, but over all Trep is very selfish in this way and it can be problematic.

One thing about Addison that annoys Trep is almost exactly the opposite - and it's the same thing he loves about him. He will go toe to toe with anyone, take on anything, run himself ragged to the bone - and there are times when it's a fine line between strength and recklessness. And trying to keep Addison from self-destructing or running himself to death is a full time job, sometimes.

13: 'What's one thing about your OC's partner that soothes your OC? What's one thing about your OC that soothes their partner?'

I think the answer is the same for them both, sorry if that seems like a cop-out - but it's that the other is *there.*

It takes him time to get there, but eventually Trep comes to understand that Addison isn't going to leave him. Isn't going to abandon him. If he needs a warm body to cuddle or someone to listen to him rant or someone to come hunting with him - Addison will be there. And he can trust that if for any reason Addison *cant* be there, he has a good reason for it and will be honest with Trep about why.

Similarly, Addison knows that Trep has his back without hesitation. That even in the hardest moments when it feels like the whole world is on his shoulders, and everything is going wrong, Addison never has to face it alone because Trep is there.

Hazing 10: 'What is your OC's favorite trait of their partner's? What's their partner's favorite trait of theirs?'

Freak matches Freak man what more do you want me to say?

Jkjk

Well, Hazel's favorite physical trait of Fleece's is their eyes - he hates being stared at but he loves looking in there so what are you gonna do? This wasn't always true and developed in time - and the reason why he likes their eyes is really because of his favorite over all trait about them which is that they pay attention to him. When their eyes are on him that's because they're *looking* at him, usually staring even, and once Hazel gets past the discomfort he could really just lose himself in there ("there" being the sensation of being *known* and seen)

Fleece's favorite trait of Hazel's? Funny idiot guy. Will tell off anything and everything - consequences be damned. Gets knocked down and gets right back up again. His absolute confidence in everything he says and does is so misguided and undeserved and it's funny as hell to see. Hazel takes himself so, so seriously but he's literally the only one who does. Also makes him a fun chewtoy. Bite and squeeze him but he just bounces right back. Enrichment toy.

[viilpstick]

For no reason in particular (I do have a hidden reason) do u have a viuna relationship timeline or mayhaps just their relationship dynamic??👀👀

TAKE A DEEP BREATH PARTNER BC U CAME TO THE RIGHT PERSON AT THE RIGHT TIME

Heh… I am having a Viuna brainrot 😭… Again-

I love them so much and I feel dumb because I NEVER talked about their troupes and time line- Like “congrats girlie! people still can’t predict what is ur oc lore, try again later 😍”

Try to tag along, this was longer than expected 🤩 (i am terribly sorry)

Also tumblr fuck u for deleting half of this, making me have to write it all again 🥲🥲

Stage 1- First meeting: Unbeknownst to Yuuna, who was desperately trying to blend into the expectations surrounding her, Vil saw beyond the facade and glimpsed the strain in her eyes. Their initial interaction was polite, it was on book 2, where the moment she stepped on the room it was that silly saying “love at first sight”, but definitely she had a small puppy crush on him, she would tend to notice him more often than before, not just because he is a housewander, but he had a charm… Nothing too intriguing or away from casual happened; there lingered an unspoken connection that neither of them could ignore, but that would be reviewed later on.

Stage 2- Deal with the Schoenheit: In book 5, Vil had an idea for how to win people’s attention for his upcoming competition with Neige LeBlanc: Dating someone, if he showed to be gentle not just with fans and cameras but with a partner, maybe it would catch others eyes. After class, he proposed the idea of a fake dating scenario to Yuuna, a friend, and thought he didn’t knew her for not that long, it seemed like the perfect solution, she had the elegance and pretty. Without counting, people were intrigued by the magicless girl, and how she helped and fought 4 overblots, who wouldn’t like to look further more up on them?

Stage 3- Fake it and pretend it: It started simple; they had to pretend as if not wanting to get caught on public together, but oddly enough, they would be weirdly close whenever “out of public”, the first one to noticed was Floyd who told Azul immediately. And with that, the rumor started. After the rumor spread, it was more obvious, he would drop off her in class, she would sit down with Vil instead of Ace, Deuce and Grim. The bomb it was when Jamil was back to get something he had forgotten when he was practicing, he caught along with Kalim; even though it was only one kiss and Vil promised never to do it again… Yuuna feel like she wouldn’t mind doing it again. After that, they would walk to class holding hands, he would kiss her forehead, hold her waist, gift her flowers and all those things. Just two more weeks.

Stage 4- First one to fall: Yuuna just had one problem, she started to become more what she thought Vil wanted her to be, just like she did with her parents. She was a mirror of what people input expectations over her, as the girlfriend of a famous model like Vil. So, one day the panic was stronger, she missed the first period of class until Vil comes to see her; Yuuna was laying on the floor, hugging her knees and crying. Afraid to have the same problem she had with her parents all over again, after all she finally was able to get a personality of her own. The more Vil approached, the more he notices her afraid of him. Yuuna had bad memories and was taught that cry is for the weeks, so he expected the rightful punishment, but instead… He stays there for her reassuring it’s okay and he has the time to hear her. After that, Yuuna has fallen… She had fallen for Vil, for his dedication and understanding. And for finally feeling appreciated. There’s one week left.

Stage 5- We still pretending, right?: After that, Yuuna has got more comfortable around Vil. She felt save, and she did pushed herself trying to make advances on Vil (she never did so), at least she tried. And Vil- He was confused, suddenly everything he was doing didn’t felt only platonic or a pretend relationship. It felt he wanted that with her… But his mind immediately stop the thoughts, one day she would go back home and her home is not in that world. Why hope for something stupid? No wishing well would make that one come true. Half of a week to go.

Stage 6- Ink flows: Vil poisons Neige. That was the shock for his overblot, he tried to take out his opponent! The overblot caused everything to decay, everyone was tired after the fight, Vil was recovering and Yuuna… Well, she was the one who jumped in front of Vil when she saw something that was going to hurt him falling down. Yuuna rushes to not get Vil hurt, and she was able to do so. But now she is also the one who needs rest, she quietly lays on the bed of the nursery. When she hears the door crack open in the middle of the night, “Yuuna?”

Stage 7- The public saw enough: They are similar, aren’t they? Vil lived on the shadows of the main characters. Yuuna is the shadow, the reflection, the dark. Everything but, the hero of their stories… Their own stories. Vil was wrong he knows that, Yuuna didn’t tried to defend him, as she was too disappointed to say anything about it. Not disappointed to him, she was mad, but she knew the pain he felt… That’s the point; Yuuna was disappointed with herself because she knew how he felt and she doesn’t know how to make him not feel that. “I don’t think we need to pretend more, right?” She asks Vil. Yuuna was tired of the pretend game, she caught feelings that were never going to be spoken out loud, and Vil… Still missing for some things for his puzzle of feelings. “Yeah, I think we are done. Thank you for your help, Yuuna.” He says his heart breaking as if really going through an actual break up. Looking away Vil ties his hair up trying to get the fresh air better. It all felt suffocating. Meanwhile Yuuna stands looking at the door, she wants to do what she has in mind, she can’t.

Stage 8- The finale: It’s been long enough, after the SDC’s results Rook told Vil to trust himself more and this would be his the key, right? So he trusts that Yuuna likes him back… He hopes, at least. After all, Vil, despite his initial disdain for fairy tale illusions, couldn't deny the allure of Yuuna's true self. He liked that side, the side where she doesn’t work for people’s expectations, but she works for herself. That’s what made him fall.

Vil: What are we?

Yuuna: Friends, right?

Vil: No… What are we, Yuuna?

Yuuna: . . . ?

Vil: *Sighs* I just… I just cannot seem to ignore that half things I did with you were just a platonic or pretend thing.

Yuuna: . . .

Vil: Sevens… Say something!

Yuuna: . . .

Yuuna: You have the most beautiful heart, I’ve seen, Vil. You are so kind and determined, and even with the overblot fiasco, you never give up.

Vil: . . .

Yuuna: You are simply the fairest of them all, Vil Schoenheit. I just wish you could see it…

Yuuna: And I’ve fallen for you, yet you deserve so much better-

Vil: *Cuts her with a kiss*

Yuuna: *Speechless but happy*

Vil: *Pulls away* But I want you. I love you too, Yuuna.

To say, Yuuna would choose Vil because of him, not his looks, because just like Rook said, the only one who can tell he is the fairest of them all is himself, Yuuna can only say he is the fairest of them all because of his personality. She read more deep into that more than anything.

HAPPY ENDING!! 🥳🥳

Extra: In Book 6, Vil panicked that Yuuna would leave him because of his older appearance. Which she shakes her head and promises that he wouldn’t be going around any time soon. <3 Until, Book 7 where they have an argument because Yuuna is conflicted between Vil and her home, meanwhile Vil thinks he is an insuficiente reason for her to stay.

Anyway, to answer what troupe they are as a resume for their story since you also asked, and since I think not everyone wants to read 50 pages essay 😰:

Fake dating (friends to lover type)

Soulmates (kinda of? i mean they are kinda of trauma bounded 😓)

She fell first, both fell unconditionally harder

And for the last but not least; forbidden love/right person, not enough time (<- basically all of my oc x canon troupes 😘)

sorry for the long ass ramble but I hope you like it!! and sorry that tumblr deleted it make it longer for me to answer (pay my time back tumblr.)

(tagging; @justm3di0cr3 after all, she is one of us, viuna’s shippers. 🙏)

[yanderu-deredere]

Just started following and wanted to say thank you for making you blog a lil easier to navigate on mobile by pitting links eberywhere! My favorite oc of yours is yeongbae! Theyre nonbinary, like me! Can I get a lil drabble of them reacting to an amab darling who comes out as nonbinary?

a/n: me too bitch lol NONBINARY BABES UNITE! but anyway, thanks for appreciating me putting links everywhere like an obsessive weirdo loool and thanks for the follow! here's ur lovely request and i hope u like it!

warning: reader was assigned male at birth but comes out as nonbinary so there's gender neutral pronouns

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

"Hey, there was something I wanted to talk to you about." You fiddled with your fingers a little as you sat on the bed by Yeong-bae's desk.

They instantly stopped typing before turning their entire chair to face you as if to show you that you had their entire attention. And, of course you did. Though, they wouldn't deny that you made them a bit nervous.

"Is everything okay?" They haltingly reached for your hands, unsure whether or not physical touch was okay in this instance but they wanted to be grounded to you nonetheless.

You appreciated the approach and took their hands into yours, frown playing across your pretty lips "It's fine! Really, it is! Just wanted to... run something by you..."

Yeong-bae could actually feel their heart stopping and starting in their chest. They didn't know whether to feel nervous or not. Their brain was already overthinking this entire thing; this scenario could play out in so many different way.

They were definitely nervous but your gentle hands holding theirs made it just a little bit better.

"Remember when we had that conversation?" You decided to start before laughing a little when you realised that the two of you have had hundreds and thousands of conversations "About your gender? And how you never really felt like you fit the label of man? But how you didn't feel like you fit woman either?"

Yeong-bae's head made a little aborted nod before they quickly corrected themselves and nodded much more smoothly.

Now their heart was going a million miles an hour. They've had the gender talk with a hundred of friends and it felt like only a handful of them ever really ended up going well.

Maybe you decided you didn't want to be with a weirdo like them who couldn't decide what side of the binary to be on.

"Well, I've done some thinking!" Your voice pulled them out of their thoughts and, suddenly, your grip on their hands turned tight and nervous "I think, maybe, I think I feel the same way?"

Their heart stopped completely.

"You-- Huh?"

You took their rather cold reaction of surprise as rejection "I mean, I don't mean to copy you or anything! It's not-- I don't mean it like I'm copying a fad-- It's just, maybe, I don't know--"

Yeong-bae immediately noticed the tears in the corners of your eyes. Without hesitation, they pushed away from their chair, fell to their knees and hugged you, their arms wrapping around your torso.

"No, don't say that." They mumbled into your clothes, arms tight as if to squeeze all of the doubt out of you.

They could feel you return the hug, your face buried into the crown of their head and your fists clenched at their back, grasping at their clothes.

"Whatever you think you are; if you're the same as me or whatever, that's okay!" They reassured you, broad hands easing up on the hug but only to rub up and down your back "One side of the binary, both sides, neither side, everything in between; it doesn't matter."

"You're mine, no matter what gender you are, no matter who you are. You're mine." Their voice almost took a rather deeper tone but you didn't take notice, too comforted by their kind words.

In any case, their tone lightened some, turning to it's usual soft-spoken sweetness "And I'm yours, right? I'll help you out if you need to transition or if you need to come out, if you need to figure anything out, if you need anything."

"I'm here for you."

[coupleofasexuals]

─ OC Profile ─ Serena Gray

"The world is wonderful even if you can't see it."

【Ｎa m e：】

— Serena Lina Gray

【Ａｌｉａｓ：】

— Lina.

【 B i r t h d a y：】

— February 14, 1977

【 Z o d i a c S i g n：】

— Aquarius

【 A g e：】

— 14 - 23

【 B l o o d t y p e：】

— O+

【 H e i g h t：】

— 150 - 163cm / 4'9'' - 5'3''

【 W e i g h t：】

— 45 - 55Kg

【 G e n d e r：】

— Femenino

【 S e x u a l i t y：】

— Heterosexual

【 A p p e a r e a n c e：】

— Serena is a girl of short height, with light brown coloured hair and green eyes with white pupils. Her hair arrives to her upper back, wearing a lifted bang to the right. She can normally be found wearing a brown sweater with a robust, moss green colored jacket. Black tabled skirt, brown colored leg warmers, red sneakers and a red scarf. Thanks to the abuses of her mother, she often appears with bandages and bruises.

【 E d u c a t i o n ／J o b：】

— Highschool Student / Braille books transcriber.

【 F a m i l y：】

— Claire Gray (Mother).

【 F a v o r i t e F o o d：】

— Lemon Pie.

【 H o b b i e s：】

— Recording casettes, listening to music,going out with her friends, being out of home in general, knitting crochet.

【 P e r s o n a l i t y：】

— Thanks to the constant abuses from her mother and father in general, during her whole life, Serena has learnt to be a closed and quiet person, keeping her desired of meeting good people that would love her for who she is. During her childhood she was an energetic kid full of life until the moment she lost her vision, where not only her parents started to neglect her, but she also had to adapt to a new world that was leaving her behind. Her accessibility problems caused her to save her thoughts and feelings for herself, because her parents were never up to listening to her and the kits only made fun of her. As she kept on growing she developed an empathetic and kind personality, but still saving for herself everything she felt. Once she met Sal and the rest, she started to look much more bright and extroverted, but still with the fear of bothering her friends with her feelings.

【 R e l a t i o n s h i p s：】

× [Close Family]

— Claire Gray (Mother)

Despite staying with her and "mantaining" her, Serena's mother has been an abusive and violent person with her, blaming her for his father leaving the house and calling her useless at each opportunity. Claire never supported or helped Serena with her visions and ever since she only uses her to take out all of her anger. Even though, Serena doesn't hate her mother, and just wishes deeply that the day in which she changes and receives therapy arrives.

— ? (Father)

Serena has blurry memories of her father, and just remembers the moment in which he discussed with her mother because of her blindness diagnose. In the morning he wasn't home anymore, and she hasn't seen him since then. Serena doesn't have any burden agaisn't her father, and often blames herself for making him go away.

× [Friends]

— Nina Brown

Ever since Serena found out that Nina wasn't able to (or more accurately, didn't want to) speak, the brown-haired centered her attention on her, insisting pretty often and playing games with her just to make her talk. Thanks to this, the both of them became to get closer to each other, finding mutual likings and helping each other. Soon the both of them became best friends, being Nina's house the place to where Serena always went to run away from her mother, spending a great amount of days, afternoons and nights together listening to music or speaking nonsense things. In the end, they support each other because they understand each other, developing a strong bond.

— Larry Johnson

Serena has always admired Larry's humorist personality, being one of her favorite persons in general. Every time she needed help in something he lent her a hand if he knew something, which Serena appreciates dearly. The both of them never were so close, but they still appreciate each other and help the other with problems about their best friends (Larry helps when Serena has a problem with Sal and Serena helps when Larry has a problem with Nina).

— Todd Morrison

Todd and Serena mantain a very casual friendship, but still, they got their touch of strangeness. Todd often asks Serena things about her blindness, which leads to a long cientific talk between the two, in which Serena listens with attention trying to understand everything that Todd says. In the end Serena is a fan of Todd's knowledge, she appreciates his curiosity and she recurrs to him when she needs a logic and objective opinion.

— Ashley Campbell

As with Todd, Ashley and Serena don't have a very close relationship, however, Serena recurrs to her everytime she needs a crazy opinion or any advice on "girls things". Serena really likes Ash's secure personality, and for Ash, Serena is like a small child to take care of, so she helps Serena every time she can.

— Travis Phelps

During their highschool years Travis and Serena had a weird dynamic, despite his constant bullying to Sal Fisher, Travis didn't seem interested in- or rather, he avoided at all costs -making any mock or joke towards Serena. She used to think that it was because in the end Travis had a limit, and he felt too bad to make fun of a blind girl. Despite this, and despite all of the insults and jokes towards Sal, Serena never hated Travis, because during a conversation she got to know about the abusive relationship he had with his father. This not only moved Serena, but also made her feel empathetic of Travis, trying to get closer to him in various attempts that didn't work out well.

After the conversation that Sal had with Travis, Serena was able to approach him and, eventually, they become quite closer until the day in which they decide to run away from their homes with Nina's help. As they are all living together now, Travis eventually softens himself and goes to the point where he holds a good frienship with all the band in general. Serena is very lovingly and kind to him, plus she supports him in anything. The two of them maintain a very pleasant relationship of mutual help.

× [Couple]

— Sal Fisher

Upon meeting him, Serena felt great attraction to Sal, in the sense where she thought he was a really interesting and peculiar person. For Serena it was the first time she met someone so unique, so she started to make better efforts to get closer to him and get to know him better. As their relationship kept unfolding, and they started to go out more together, Serena started to fall in love with him, especially thanks to his kind and empathetic personality. Due to their great shyness, none of them was sure about what the other felt, and so, they started to relate romantically in the shadows, without anyone knowing, until the breaking point came and the both became a couple officially (Even though they had been doing "romantic things" since a couple of years ago).

Serena and Sal had shared with eachother things that no one else knows, things about their past and their feelings, they have tried to help eachother in every way possible and have spent a long amount of hours together. Serena hasn't felt this bond with anyone in her life, and is scared that Sal may leave her, therefore, she always tries to keep him happy and make his life more enjoyable, also giving him all her support about the ghosts theme. In the end, she tries to be his emotional support every time she can, giving him all her love. It's the first time that she feels so in love with someone, and wishes to stay with Sal forever.

"People think that you're hard to understand because they can't see your expressions.. They clearly don't know how to analyze your words and actions."

─ Actual Sprite (Placeholder)(Picrew):

This OC belongs to Admin Mina :3

[amaretto-mp4]

It’s already August - Just some thoughts, a quick update and my appreciation 💐

Gonna be adding the ‘read more’ feature on my longer posts from now on!

O.K, I stopped thinking about backs and shoulders and anguished redheads and how to effectively clean my piercing for a good 2 minutes to think that eventually I’ll finish watching the books and shows I’ve left off or have been meaning to get to but never do — this also goes for all the games I’ve stopped playing partway through like BOTW and Hades//

This is going to take… a while but it’s okay.

Also, to my art mutual who also spurred me on through all their wonderfully drawn mp100 art and comics (I see u) *shakes hand firmly*

The largest thing that stands in my way is my flip-flop attention span that affects anything I do, even things I enjoy or want to do badly, but I’m determined even with uni and my final year project coming up. I think we could achieve a lot of what we want to do if we make the time to do it. Mindfully, of course, and to our own needs and mental capacity.

Lately I’ve been embracing slow productivity when it comes to personal art, and it’s helped me. The initial anxious feelings subsided after a while too, which I’m grateful about. I wanted badly to step away from the instant gratification I used to chase back a few years ago; posting on Instagram sometimes daily for the sake of getting stuff out there, thinking that my mutuals will forget me, or from feeling insecure about my art skills and constant worry/ frustration about not growing an audience.

I shared things immediately, even when I knew I could refine it or correct mistakes if I had waited. Though I might take many days, even weeks to share something now, that payoff of knowing that the art I make this time is what I’m truly happy with! :’ to anyone struggling with the same thing, it’s really difficult to break the cycle, but I believe in you.

It’s wonderful to be in the moment, and it doesn’t just apply to creating art. Today I spent the whole afternoon drawing + putting down new comic panel ideas, which hasn’t happened in a while. ⛅️

Also, I just wanted to say a huge thank you to anyone that’s shown love on my art and supported me on this platform (and my other socials if you’re there too). I read the tags all the time and feel so touched, and grateful. Even if it’s just my staple OC works, and I take forever to share stuff, but it truly means so much if you follow my art journey and support the pace of which I work ♥️♥️ I’ll soon be sharing a few WIP crops of things I’ve been working on, if I can format it better on the web version.

[feiiizhu]

⟡⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅|| REGARDING A PREVIOUS ANON;; Anonymous asked: https://www.tumblr.com/mostly-mundane-atla/685648030829068288/if-its-not-uncomfortable-for-you-or-too-much there u go (for previous ask)

// It's been years since I read the first book, but reading this post brings back some memories of things that happened within the pages. Yeah, the op makes a lot of good points about how things were written poorly. I feel like, maybe- I don't know if the authour did or not- but if they consulted some native Americans about how things should be written, stereotypes and other sorts of things we might not have this problem. Very interesting post, I'll definitely keep it in mind since I do like Kuruk and I want to add him to my multi... but have yet to read up on the additional information given by the novels. Honestly, I could very well disregard it and do my own thing with research provided by people in the rpc who are native American. Which I will gladly welcome. I have yet to read through book 2. I can't recall where I left off???? To be honest, I only found out about Canada's residential schools while watching Gord.Downie's documentary "Secret Path" in 2017 I felt....horrified. disgusted. betrayed by Ontario Canada's school system that we didn't learn about any of this in our curriculum. Maybe it was a school board thing. Maybe the country as a whole. But it had been a handful of years since being in school, and even then. It never really came up until I watched Gord's movie. I was floored hearing about it. I really think that it should be taught so it never happens again. I really feel bad for the families that had to go through it and still have the pain of Canada's dark past. I wouldn't be surprised if the usa did the same thing. product of the times. But again, circling back... for writing Kuruk, Yue and Sokka, and my own Oc Rikka. I will gladly welcome any kind of help I could get with properly getting the characters written and for Rikka getting her design properly represented this time around. Thank you so much for sharing, nonnie! <3 I really appreciate it. Good food for thought. Very good post. I'm a white canadian girl- I had a native great grandma. But I never learned any of her history or culture. I wanted to. I want to. But sadly I can't ask her. But I grew up in your average white household. Because my mom's family is white. And again, I didn't know about the schools and mistreatment until I was older in my late teens. So I really do appreciate you bringing this to my attention regarding how things are written in the novels. I kinda hope that in the future things can be written better. Again, I don't know if the authour had consulted people or not. If not, they probably should. I haven't looked in the pages of the book in years. But maybe even a disclaimer would be good too? I'm not sure. But again, thank you for sharing!!!

[1kook]

A COLLECTION  [ updated: 8 . 23 . 21 ]

— STATUS ONGOING — NO REPOSTS — ASKS under #ncouple ! — Copyright © 2021, 1kook on tumblr

—NETFLIX & CHILL.

summary If you planned things right, you could rain down your raging displeasure on Jeon Jungkook right after the meal but before this proposed ‘Netflix and chilling,’ maybe dramatically throw your glass of wine at him, before storming out of his place and reporting him to the authorities (Namjoon) for his douchebag personality.  warnings smut in the forms of grinding, oral (f), cum eating, vanilla unprotected sex, dirty talk misc use of the oldest trick in the book (“your hands are sooo big”), shy oblivious AND gentleman jk? pick a struggle, brief ment of app developer kook, evil and conniving oc  word count 10.2k  posted june 12, 2020

—HULU & WOOHOO.

summary But there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Jersey Shore boner. warnings slight feelings of insecurity, smut in the forms of fingering, cunnilingus, cum eating, squirting, hand jobs, unprotected sex, riding, slight praise kink  misc if you’re not a Jersey shore fan honestly GET OUT, mentions of capitalism😡, more kind/understanding kook, basically a “what are we?” fic but silly, irresponsible emailing habits, its so dumb just read word count 6.3k posted july 4, 2020

—IMAX & CLIMAX.

summary The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl (? kinda), daddy kink that morphs into ily kink misc  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count 9.8k posted august 5, 2020

—KISSANIME & FOREPLAY.

summary You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings mentions of hentai, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 word count 8.2k posted september 1, 2020

—DISNEY+ & BUST.

summary There’s a pounding on your door a little past noon, so hard and rough, that you almost think it’s the police finally coming to catch you for all your years of illegally pirating Phineas and Ferb. It’s not. It’s just a really drunk boyfriend wailing for your forgiveness at the door.   warnings arguments, feelings of insecurity, bit of asshole jk, smut in the forms of humiliation, dumbification, choking, fingering, spit kink, self punishment (? idk lol), unprotected but [ passionate ] sex, jk losing his cool, the return of mean jk, desperate jk, he is actually an emotional mess in this one wtf misc angst, anniversaries, the L word😳, app developer kook, rip ‘pretty girl’ </3, we all become phineas and ferb stans word count 13k posted september 9, 2020

—ESPN & BDSM.

summary You would like to personally thank every loud-mouthed, ESPN commentator out there for saving you from Jungkook’s dangerous seduction skills.   warnings smut in the forms of brief femdom, handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfolding, flogging/use of a riding crop, soft dom kook, cunnilingus, spitting, unprotected but passionate, degradation, as always it starts horny n then turns into I love u kink misc kook has a swollen ankle so idk how he did all this, jk abuses the fuck outta pet names part 7, revenge gone wrong tbh, this was honestly a beginner’s intro to vanilla bdsm word count 12.7k posted september 14, 2020

—YOUTUBE & USE LUBE.

summary You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. warnings smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, tit fucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook misc domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3 word count 8.7k   posted september 30, 2020

—VIKI & HICKEYS.

summary Just like in those Viki dramas Jungkook likes, the world around you is enveloped in shades of pink and red, kisses and hearts, so many goddamn roses it makes you sneeze. It’s absolutely perfect— nothing could possibly go wrong when there’s so much love in the air.   warnings a little hurt + a lot of comfort, mentions of cheating!villain!jin, insecure!kook, emotional breakdowns, mentions of jk’s lonely past, jk cries :( smut in the forms of making out, eating out, fingering, clit play, hickeys, jk likes cum, double orgasm, squirting, tiny praise kink, blindfolding, rough + unprotected sex, doggy style, choking!!!, breeding/impreg kink, JEALOUS KOOK, mini hand kink, a lil bit of spanking, degradation, he gets progressively meaner lol oc cries, jk is a good boy n I want him to be happy   misc there’s a lot of fuckin plot omfg -_-, it’s Valentine’s Eve!, doyeon makes Some Points, mentions of park seojoon juicy ass, they go on a d8 😳, oc like rlly wants to marry him, oc commits double phone homicide word count 16.3k posted january 14, 2021

—PEACOCK & SWEET TALK.

summary “I wanna watch Solange in Bring It On,” Jungkook smiles, and you have to wonder who exactly this blond man is and what he did with your teen-movie-hating boyfriend.   warnings smut in the forms of kissing, cunnilingus (eating out + fingering), light praise, a lil body worship, jk fat cawk, brief nipple play, playful jk, unprotected sex, riding and missionary, the jk hand kink, I love you kink, jk wants nudes, jk’s cheerleader fantasies mentioned, spit kink, light choking, jk has like a scent kink (?), mention of collars and pet play misc app developer jk becomes even MORE app developer-y, oc is anti-google, there's plot, a 2 year anniversary, Solange knowles appreciation, BLOND JK!!!, gets sappy for a sec, seahorse marriage mention, doyeon x joon side pairing, jk is disgustingly dreamy and oc is threatened by that fact word count 10.7k posted march 23, 2021

— CRUNCHYROLL & RAIL.

summary Never mind the fact you really like Sailor Moon, or that you really want to pay attention to every little detail; the moment becomes Jungkook and his big smile and his red cheeks and the tiny box he produces from within his pocket. warnings smut in the forms of making out, jk nipple play, some 69 action, cunnilingus, blowjobs, brief choking, jk trying his best to listen to oc but he doesn’t rlly :/, fingering, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, unprotected fuckin raw, its romantic but when is it not… misc fluffy and domestic <3, weekend getaway <3, the Big Question, shy jk, sailor moon supremacy, jk makes this big elaborate speech about the sun and moon, mentions of 240p YouTube quality word count 8.7k posted may 21, 2021

—FUNIMATION & PROCREATION.

summary Never mind your upcoming wedding, this was perhaps the greatest moment of your life— the day Jungkook sought out an anime on his own. warnings kissing, smut in the forms of cunnilingus, cum eating, mentions of anal, doggy style, unprotected sex with the intention of pregnancy, spitting, hand holding<3 misc the wedding night, Doyeon strikes again, jjk watches  jjk, oh no not twins word count 9.1k posted july 31, 2021

—BOOMERANG AND BANG. 

coming soon

—COOKIES & CREAM.

summary Jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy Christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (And maybe having his dick sucked.) warnings smut in the form of blowjobs, face fucking, cum facials, fingering, overstim, double orgasm, r*mantic sex, riding, unprotected, cream pies, jk does this weird thing where he licks her face yeah idk, jk loves seeing his gf cry, jk has an obsession with jizz   misc jk pov !!, eggnog slander, jk hates xmas movies, oc dresses like a sexy mrs claus, Elf !!, jk is in loooove word count 7.1k posted december 23, 2020

— TUTUS & TIARAS.

summary your first pregnancy through the lens of your husband warnings smut in the forms of penetrative sex, sex while pregnant, unprotected sex, tit play, cunnilingus, mutual masturbation, sticking the tip in and jacking off/cockwarming?, creampies, nose kink (? like she grinds against his nose), infatuation with scent, frottage/grinding, lactation kink, titluvr jk [bass boosted] misc married ncouple <3, domesticity, jk pov, mood swings, pregnancy, GIRLDAD!JK, DILF!JK, pregnant!reader, jk’s kids are virgos its true  word count 10k posted august 23, 2021

— one.

summary Maybe Jungkook wasn’t always as cool and composed as you initially believed. But that’s okay, because you love him all the same.  word count 1.3k posted September 10, 2020

—two.

summary Even after all these years, all these doubts, and all this solitude that was really no one’s fault but his own, he still finds himself hoping that maybe you’ll be the one. word count 1k posted september 11, 2020

—three.

summary But Jungkook loves the sun. word count 1.5k posted september 12th, 2020

—four.

summary For the last ten minutes or so his mind has been bothered by one thing and one thing only— the hair that hung in his face. word count 800 words posted september 22, 2020

—five.

summary Startled and inexperienced, he can’t do anything but rub his hands over your back. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he murmurs, even though it’s not. word count 1.3k posted september 22, 2020

—six.

SUMMARY Jungkook enjoyed pushing you down, indulging you in all your little fantasies, but he too had some he wanted to live out. WC 1.8k POSTED september 25, 2020

—seven.

summary And lastly, Jungkook will bring it full circle by indulging you two in some good old fashion spooky sex where he nuts inside you because the only thing scarier than a scary movie is a pregnancy scare. It’s a perfect plan. word count 2k posted october 30, 2020

—eight.

summary You always do this— always ask for more. You take and you take until there’s nothing left for Jungkook to give. But Jungkook is the same.   word count 1.9k posted december 28, 2020

—nine.

summary “I think that, like— me and you? We’re like, totally destined,” you ramble, “you should, like, take my number! And maybe we can, like— Netflix and chill one of these days?” word count 2.2k posted january 8 2021

—ten.

summary See, there’s no one in this world who ignores his house rules more than you. Even worse, there’s no one on this planet who can make Jungkook ignore his own rules like you do. word count 1.4k posted february 14, 2021

—eleven.

summary You’re too bright, too… there. His shell is too small. word count 1.2k posted may 3, 2021

—twelve.

summary Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. word count 1.4k posted may 8th, 2021

—thirteen.

summary Because for as much shit as you let him get away with, Jungkook is certain you’ll draw the line today.   word count 1k posted june 13, 2021

—fourteen.

summary Jungkook needs you to know that you can always count on him. word count 1.3k posted july 6, 2021

—fifteen.

summary It’s Jungkook’s teenage fantasy— being pushed down by a cheerleader. word count 3.1k posted august 9, 2021

— sixteen.

summary Your skin is warm and smells like sunshine. Jungkook can’t really explain it. (And also like the sunscreen you had doused him in earlier, but that isn’t as romantic.) word count 1.9K posted august 11, 2021

—seventeen.

summary She looks his way and suddenly Jungkook is nineteen again, in his dorm, listening to the first person he ever thought he loved telling him he’s too much to handle. word count 1.6k posted august 18, 2021

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[studiojeon]

bitterness in goodbye | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. sadly, you can't read this as a stand alone (meaning: feel free to check the previous parts ♡)

| summary | - You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

warnings: none (?) i mean chaeryeong insults jungkook which is an atrocity in itself but-

contents: we diving into the angst my friends. jungkook is an innocent, kind hearted soul, i promise. oc's got the feels (out oct. 1) for jk. idol!jungkook × student!reader.

author's note: I EDITTED THIS FROM MY PHONE DO YOU UNDERSTAND HOW FUCKING ANNOYING THAT IS? also, thank u for the amount of support i've been receiving lately, i appreciate everyone lots. feel free to ask away or suggest anything btw, i would love to write for any prompts you guys come up with. 💞💗💖💘💓💕

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playlist: honey by halsey

Four weeks later, the receptionist of your apartment complex hands you over a cardboard box with the hoodie Jungkook and you had talked about that day on the Han River. Jungkook kept pestering you to please please please send him your address for confidential purposes, which you knew had to do with his determination to literally provide anything that catches your eye right away. You assumed it was a sensitive topic for the boy whether people had purposefully taken advantage of his money before, so you didn’t dare to say anything when the man asked you for your size literally two hours after he dropped you off, scared to either reject his solidare intentions or piss him off for bringing unwanted memories back. In  your defense, your personality type keeps oscillating between INFP and INFJ so it’s only natural that you take extra care to make sure those around you have as much peace of mind as possible in your presence. 

As pretty and comfortable the piece of soft clothing is, an important factor is missing, something that you can’t recreate buying two of the same size and color, and that is Jungkook's escence and how good it looks on him in comparison to anyone else in the world. Meaning, you didn’t like it as much as you thought initially would. And it absolutely did not have to do with the fact that your short stature made you look like a toddler who stole their dad’s jacket.

Still, in order to show Jungkook how much you appreciate his gift, you bring it to work the next day, and the rest of the days after that, with the excuse that with winter rolling around you needed something to keep you warm in the office. Jungkook doesn’t miss the opportunity to confirm your assumptions regarding your appearance whenever he barges into your office randomly throughout the week, arguing that ”you look so adorable” and doesn’t stop for two weeks more, until he gets used to seeing you wearing something you shared with him. Which doesn’t help ease your growing romantic feelings for him whatsoever.

Because yeah, you liked Jeon Jungkook, just like every human being with eyes and sexual desires, except, you didn’t just like him in a superficial way, and that’s where the problem with him resides. Though you are sure everyone has fallen in love with the endearing boy at some point - especially the excluded and invalidated women of society - you can’t help but place some blame on you for allowing yourself to be swooned so goddamn easily. Your mom had said to you at some point to be wary of the way some men would talk to you when you grew up, their intention usually being getting inside your pants, which has happened to you more times than you'd like to admit. And with the argument that she knew you better than anyone, she claimed you would comply right the second someone talked sweet to you; you despised the fact that was the case with Jungkook (and Jungkook only), although he had never shown any sexual innuendos. What your feelings could do to your relationship with Jungkook and your rather chill lifestyle scared you to death, shiver me timbers and all that shit, having romantic feelings for someone else is embarrassing, especially when your chance with them has been scratched out the second you laid eyes on them.

Jungkook sits on your couch, legs spread on your thighs as you two pretend to watch some series on netflix. “I don’t buy for a second the act you’re putting on right now.” he speaks randomly after staring at your deep-in-thought state for a few minutes and laughs when you snap at him for not letting you overthink in peace. “What’s going on?”

Truth is, you don’t fucking know. A few hours before he arrived at your place (you had to pick him up at the dorm and sneak the both of you through the subterranean parking lot, because god forbid someone saw Jungkook arriving at some chick’s dorm on a saturday afternoon) you swore you would be able to conceal whatever emotional turmoil you had going inside of you without compromising your regular behaviour around the man, but when push comes to shove, it’s impossible to keep yourself from wondering how far you could go before that special someone found out what was going on inside of your head.

Jungkook’s phone rings in his pocket with some annoying tone he had downloaded illegally from youtube the same day the company had handed over the device as a gift for him (you still were a little bitter over how they neglected the rest of the staff but you also knew it was kind of impossible for the human kind to just gift a-thousand-dollar-phones to almost five hundred people out of solidarity). “Hyung?” he picks up, still wary of your unusual behaviour, concerned eyes looking at you. “No, uh- i’m with Yugyeom right now.” and your heart shatters into a million pieces.

You have been suspecting for a while that Jungkook is being hesitant to introduce you to his social circle. Although, you’ve tried your best not to take it personal, it is getting harder to resist the urge to ask him what the fuck is up with that. The fact that Jungkook had to lie about the person he was hanging out with broke your ego; he could’ve just said he was with a friend, right? You suddenly feel like you’re fifteen again, when the guy you liked would love you in the dark but pretend he didn’t know you in the light. 

Holding your tears back, you gently push him off and make your way towards the bathroom in the most nonchalant way you could. This is your fault for falling for the nice popular guy in the first place, you remind the reflection staring back at you. Still, as bad as it hurt, there was no way you were going to cry over a stupid boy, let alone when he was literally sat on the next room. He can go fuck himself if he thinks he can just toss this behind as if nothing ever happened.

You text Chaeryeong instead.

“chaery bom bom: i swear to god i gonna throw hands the next time i see the bitch.

chaery bom bom: like who the hell does he think he is? fucking squidward looking asshole.

chaery bom bom: he ain’t even that cute bub, you’ll get over him. i know jinyoung wouldn’t treat you like this”

You sigh. Chaeryeong has been enamored with the idea of you and his former company colleague from GOT7 since the day she met the guy (which was somewhere around ten years ago), and although he was all that, you didn’t like his quiet and cold aura, it intimidated the fuck out of you (Jungkook was the entire opposite of that).

You spray on some perfume just to have an excuse as to why you randomly ran to the bathroom when Jungkook’s inquiring eyes stare as you sit back on the couch, which is exactly what he does. “You done with your call?” you ask, bitter.

Jungkook frowns, a bit taken aback by the sudden question but still unaware of the way his words had made you feel, not even sensing the hostile change in your mood. “Yes, it was one of our managers. He was wondering if I could come back to reshoot some...-thing.”

Okay, now you kind of understand as to why he lied in the first place and to say you feel guilty is an understatement. “I supposed he backed down once you mentioned you were hanging out with Yugyeom.” playfulness makes its appearance on your tone and Jungkook rolls his eyes at you, tongue poking on the inside of his slightly red cheeks.

“Sorry for that” he moves closer and cuddles your arm, like a sad guilty puppy. “It’s just- I don’t want them asking questions''.

You understand. He is a very reserved and private person after all. It took you a bit to crack him open yourself. Plus, you kind of share that trait with him, you’d hate it too if people were constantly on your nerves for the people you decide to hang out with. 

And that’s all it takes to forgive him. Not very cash money of you.

“You better not pull that shit again, though” you shift in his hold and he looks up at you. One look into your eyes and he knows what you mean. “I’ll kick you out.”

After nodding, Jungkook resumes his concentration on the series you picked out for him. Due to your short attention span, you are very picky about what you invest your time in, especifically with audiovisual pieces of media, so Jungkook trusts you whenever you recommend something on very rare occasions. As a matter of fact, Jungkook was busy attacking your kitchen counters for snacks (which you didn’t have) when you mentioned Money Heist. “Munch on some grapes instead” you suggested to soothe his disappointment.

You can’t help but feel a little sad when Jungkook doesn’t refrain from cuddling your arm after pleading to forgive him. You wish you could cuddle him instead, that he would lay his head on your chest as you play with his soft hair, but you recognize there are some things you just can’t have.

[chryblossomjjk]

oh boy. i’ve read, reread, processed, and reread practice pt 3 so many time since it’s been out. first and foremost, you did an amazing job and it was so worth the wait!!!! tysm 💖 IVE GOT SO MANY THOUGHTS AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS ANNOYING T^T

1. when oc hit jk with the “this relationship is unproductive” my jaw DROPPED. and she didn’t stop there … she had to add the comment about it being a big word for him. HEART SHATTERING!!!!! i get it though … hurt people, hurt people. but still, ouch 💔

and my heart broke even more when jk defaulted to “you’re being so…mean.” because he could’ve thrown any insult in the books … but that line??? phewwww — dw tho, i’m an angst enthusiast so it was much welcomed but hurt nonetheless :’)

2. when oc was saying she’s ashamed about chasing after a man … girl, i felt that. 7 men to be exact 🤡 it’s okay, bestie. we in this together

3. “i don’t do relationships.” LMFAOOO 💀💀 JK READ THE FRIGGIN ROOM PLS IM BEGGING YOU

4. “I wish you saw yourself the way I do,” he says with sparkly eyes. “How could I want anyone else, Bambi?” ……that’ll do it. this along with the many other touching dialogue in the fic has me in a chokehold.

5. love them for communicating. it was tough, but proud of them for getting through it and being honest with their feelings!

6. i rly appreciated how everything connected and there were bits and pieces from pt 1&2! tied everything together and just had that extra attention to detail.

7. i’m gunna miss this couple. i hope they watch all the sailor moon eps they can, eat chocolate chip pancakes at unreasonable hours, and live a happy life together. 💖

what a treat it was to follow this series! ty again and hope you take care of yourself as always. looking forward to reading your future works!! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

SWEETHEART !!! UR REVIEWS ALWAYS HAVE ME BAWLING !!! <3

naur oc was a big ole meanie for that :'(( lol i cannot stress to u guys enough that practice jk cannot stand drama or being angry !! so even though he was v upset with oc it's not in his character to insult !! especially our girl he would never </3

7 men... I'd be lying if i judged bc same... broken hearted club me n u <3 :'(

i love when stories come full circle or when theres a seemingly small detail that actually is a huge detail later on and makes you :O i try to do that with my stories, especially this one.

also i imagine that there's a pancake place thats open 24 hours near their campus and it becomes a ritual for them to go there weekly at like 1am bc nostalgia n they're so smitten w each other ;'))

ty so much for supporting me and this series. genuinely means the world to me. hearing your takes and theories throughout really warmed my heart. ily and thank you again <3

[rein-ette]

Are you still working on your Commonwealth study? Do you have any thoughts on Arthur's relationships with his colonies apart from Canzuk + US?

Not properly, unfortunately with exams and then work I haven’t had mental/emotional capacity to do real research (and probably won’t for a while 😔). But I have continued to think about and develop certain relationships, and I think I also have old hcs I’ve never shared, so I’ll put those down!

Born into the Empire

Australia

@oumaheroes has already done such great hcs on him idk what I can add, but basically he was a little bit of a rowdy child, always breaking windows and shattering fancy pots, never able to sit still. I think rainbow once mentioned that Ken (short for Kenneth, my name for Aus) was a lot like England as a child in his curiosity and energy, and I wholeheartedly agree. But I think Arthur’s intensity was more inwardly directed, pushing him to pursue and master new talents and learn whatever he could, while Australia is a little more carefree in his love for the outdoors, exploring, jumping around and off things, little wild animals. Unfortunately for him, he was born in a period of the empire when Arthur was very serious about his kids education, and therefore often praised those who studied hard and learned fast, which really just wasn’t Australia’s cup of tea. Australia took this kinda hard and thought he was the “dumb” one in the family that Arthur was always scolding, but in reality Arthur knew and appreciated that Australias interests lay elsewhere — he was just a frustrated, tired, parent who really wanted to give his kids the best while also holding his empire together, two goals that were never going to fit well in the end and would completely exhaust him.

As Australia’s grown older he’s realized a bit of this (not entirely, though) and also that 1) he really did break a lot expensive things and cause general mayhem 2) scolding us Arthur’s way of showing he cares, if he didn’t he wouldn’t have payed attention to him at all 3) despite being a penal colony, he was still one of Arthur’s more “legitimate” children (being white and a boy) and was therefore still incredibly privileged — never having to question, for example, why it was that Arthur was his dad, if it should be this way, or if he had a seat at the family table at all (more on this later).

New Zealand

Zee, from birth, was a clear favourite. Obedient, calm, quietly intelligent, he would also later develop a blistering sense of humour which combined with his appearance made it overwhelmingly clear who’s child he was. If Ken questioned his place in the family because of his poor academic record and others did because of their appearance/race/other complications, Kaelan never had such problems; his siblings called him the “prince.” Zee, however, also had a charm that, like Matthew, endeared him to his siblings and mostly protected him from jealousy, though he certainly still had issues with being called a try hard, daddy’s boy, bossy, arrogant. Certainly as a child Zee was a little prideful and, under that unperturbed demeanour, willful, but he grew out of it by the 20th century and became one of those most trusted by Arthur, second only to Matthew. He’s also always been inseparable from his brother Australia despite their differences, and today they both have one of the healthiest and most amicable relationships with Arthur of any nation, let alone former colonies (family road trips, every summer).

Bermuda

I absolute fell in love with this girl after reading about here, once, in this fic by @shachaai, and after that my mind just ran away with me. For me, her human name given to her by Arthur just has to be Ariel — for the little mermaid reference, yes, symbolizing her connection to the sea and stunning good looks, but also because:

1. Ariel is a biblical name, meaning lion of God. This makes sense to me, because Bermuda began as a Portuguese trade post, so Arthur definitely consulted our resident bad catholic Port before naming her.

2. Ariel used to be boys name. This also makes sense, because I hc Bermuda was and still is a tomboy. Bitch is fierce, takes no prisoners, and has zero filter. Her letters to Arthur, which all the colonies sent so Arthur could keep an eye on things, were full of shit like “I swear to god if the Spanish don’t get out of my waters I might eat one of them,” and “father, I asked you for destroyers two months ago, and yet you sent them to Hong Kong — could you explain this most unusual occurrence, surely it’s not that you forgot”, and “thank you for the harpoon on my birthday, I caught a small shark a couple days ago and have sent you some of its teeth for your collection.” Arthur tolerates this attitude because he’s weak when it comes to girls; he absolutely spoils his daughters (and flushes like a 16 year old when a woman so much as bats her eyelashes at him). Yes, p*ssywhipped Arthur is a hill I will die on.

3. It also suits her because? Ariel? Shakespeare? The Tempest? Bermuda Triangle? Shipwrecks? Daughter-like figure of powerful and vengeful sorcerer? Yeah. And this girl is a fire spirit — she is so lively, snarky, clever. As she’s grown older she’s mellowed out a little, but still: a no shit taken, no fucks given type of gal.

4. Speaking of growing up, she’s also become quite the beauty. Shacha, if I’m remembering correctly, described her as dark skinned, wavy-haired, and green eyed and that image has been burned onto the back of my eyelids ever since. Those Iberian genetics really be pulling through for her, that’s for sure. Engport love child if I’ve ever seen one. Definitely one of the prettiest in her family.

Singapore

I’ve already mentioned this to needcake, but I’m not too big a fan of canon Singapore, so this is my oc version. Singapore is fascinating to me because it had only a very small local population before it became a colony (The original settlement had actually been destroyed by the Portuguese about two centuries before the British started building a port there.) So nation-tans like Singapore and Bermuda really are Arthur’s children in the most direct sense of the word. And yet, Singapore is mostly ethnically Chinese, with Malays being the second largest group. Growing up Asian in a white, Victorian era family surely cannot have been easy and more than once Singapore probably wondered if there hadn’t been some mistake. To make up for the constant fear that he wasn’t “really” British, Singapore studied ferociously and had a truly terrifying work ethic. I’m not sure if this is common knowledge outside Asian circles, so I’ll mention that this hc comes from the fact Singapore is well known for having truly exceptional students and some of the most prestigious schools. Singaporeans score highly in literally everything and they have an advantage with good English learning environments, a highly desirable trait in Asia, but these results come from brutally long hours — and its really saying something that they’re known for working hard, considering the studying ethic of students in Korea, Japan, and China aint nothing to sneeze at, either. To me this actually fits really well with Singapore’s upbringing in Arthur’s household, because Arthur himself prizes intelligence and hard work above all else, being a workaholic himself.

As for their relationship, it was probably the best when Singapore was young and peaked in the 1930s with the massive naval base the British built at Singapore, at the time the largest dry dock in the world. Singapore was a well-behaved child, not necessarily introverted but not rowdy either, and all the way into his teenage years he truly admired Arthur and was proud to be a part of the British Empire, despite his lingering unease and insecurities. The British defeat in World War II, however, was a massive turning point. He had worked his ass off to be a good son, a good brother, to contribute to the only family and system he had ever known, and he had thought by the 30s he was finally on his way to becoming a fine adult. And suddenly, the British surrender brings his entire world crashing down. He had followed the rules faithfully thinking it was his destiny, but suddenly it was clear that all rules were made up. Of course, his insecurities exploded. If the empire was a ruse, what the hell was he? A part of the illusion? He couldn’t have a truly Asian identity, because many of the old East Asian nations shunned him for his Western upbringing, and he could not entirely understand their values either. So he was a kid who kinda had to figure out late and very very suddenly who the fuck he was and wanted to be.

And, well, he’s done pretty well for himself, hasn’t he. After having a total crisis and questioning everything, I think Singapore slowly started to realize that just because the British Empire as a political entity didn’t last forever, that didn’t mean that his entire childhood and identity weren’t real. The love he gave to his siblings and the love he got back, the hard work he put in, his bond with Arthur and the safe, happy childhood he had — those memories and feelings didnt have to be diminished by what came after. Essentially, he learned the lesson all nations have to learn, which is that one needs to be able to discern between duties as a nation and feelings as a human being, and to some extent keep them separate to protect both.

Whoooooo ok I’ll stop there because this turned into a dissertation, sorry. Let me know if there are any specifics u want me to elaborate on or anything I missed, but I’ll leave this here for today :)

[treasureswordsgirl55]

Come Back

Character: James Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes / Fem!Reader (OC)

Inspired By (Song): Tu fotografía - Gloria Estefan

Warnings: Fluff. So much Angst. Insecurities. Post! Snap. Post!Avengers Endgame. Pre TFATWS.

Author’s Note: Hello. Hello. Hello. I hope everyone’s ok.

This fic is a second part of “Dust”. When I wrote Dust, automatically thought on a second part, and maybe It would be so so long posted in one post.

(If you don’t know, I write in the night) so… This is the final part of this fic. As always say, it’s a pleasure write with Bucky and maybe, just maybe, write a novel with him just to pull out of off my head.

Part 1 is here

He’s other of my movie’s crush with Poe Dameron. And Loki too. 🤦🏻‍♀️

Ps: The gif isn't mine. (I don't remember who is the creator)

Again, thanks u for the likes, comments and reblogs. Always made me smile to know that my stories makes you fun a little.

So I hope you like this one. XOXO 💋

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I’m driving on the highway at a considerable speed trying to get to my destination quickly. The letter that Steve sent me through those FBI mens is on the passenger seat unopened but I know it contains something important.

His messages were always important.

I barely see out of the window that the great building of Avengers Headquarters appears in my vision, and I feel my heart race. Although I had never been there, something made me even more nervous.

I get out of the car quickly and before even crossing the doors of the building, I see that many people leave, some crying, others hugging others and some running quickly towards taxis that are stopped in the streets near it. The destinations were very different: Some went to the center, others that went to the different government offices and others directly to the airport.

What’s happening?

A police officer stops me and asks for my identification. The only thing I have with me is my little blue backpack and Steve’s letter in my hand.

I think about whether to show him the letter, but I open it and take out from inside it, a folded sheet of paper and a small card, as if it were a driver’s license, and I give it to the officer who steps away only when he sees it, indicating that I should enter through another of the doors that were empty. From a distance I can barely see the different sheets of paper stuck to the side of one of the doors where many people were reading and walking towards the taxis. The officer guides me until I enter through a door that could be for a giant and I sneak past what appear to be luxury cars totally covered by blue tarps.

- We were waiting for you, Miss Porter - The artificial voice makes me jump with fright and I turn towards the void, looking for the source where it comes from; but I can’t see a speaker, far from it, someone nearby - I’m sorry to scare you, my name is FRIDAY, I’m one of Mr. Stark’s technological assistants.

Stark. How long since I heard anything about that last name.

- It's nothing. You just took me by surprise - I deny as I walk through that empty corridor and I see through the tinted windows how people are hugging, as if they had not seen each other a long time ago - What am I doing here? Why don’t the others come in this way?

- I’m sorry it was like that. Let me ask you a question: Did you read Captain Rogers’ letter? It was his exclusive request that you enter through here.

- No … - I answer lost in my thoughts and squeeze the letter in my hands, as if it were some kind of stress reliever that I had learned to use over the years, while I pay attention to the couple that is a few meters from me , who seems to be eager to touch, as if they have not been together a long time - I’ll do it at home.

- You must do it now before entering the main room.

I suddenly look at the threshold where I see silhouettes of people walking quickly from one side to the other. My breath catches in my throat as I feel fear invade me. What am I afraid of? Steve is on the other side waiting for me to give me another bad news? Tell me that he was gone forever like that time five years ago?

- Let me assure you that the content of that letter will not make you suffer more than you have suffered in these five years, Miss Porter.

I look at the letter and curse while I mentally complain about the ease I have to express my emotions, even more so when the opinion comes, from what I suppose, it is an AI.

- And how do you know that? How do you know that I suffered?

- Because Captain Rogers specially asked me to remind you if you didn’t get to read it - I laugh as I remember the many calls during my last two weeks of school, and the times I preferred to press the end button in order not to listen to Steve ask me if I was okay when we were both fully aware that neither he or I were - I know it was very hard for both you, and Captain Rogers, the loss of Sergeant Barnes.

Hearing his last name was as if someone had hit the pit of my stomach and the air suddenly escaped, without giving me the possibility of recovering it.

I try to take a deep breath but barely manage to take in a small breath of air before I feel a tear fall down my cheek.

It hadn’t been long since the snap when I realized how much I missed Bucky.

- It was not necessary to remember something that I’m still trying to forget.

I mumble as I walk to the door and hear children’s laughter, whispers about whether they were okay or how long they were out - What is out there?

- You must see it by yourself, miss. Let me tell you something: Captain Rogers was very sorry that he couldn’t say goodbye to you as he would have liked, but he wants you to know that he appreciates you in ways you can’t imagine.

- Thanks FRIDAY. He went on a trip?

- To live his life, miss. And he hopes that he can give it back some of yours.

I frown at her words and feel a breeze of fresh air come through the door and as soon as I cross the threshold, I hear Friday say the words that nail me to the place.

- Sergeant Barnes is waiting for you. He will be eager to see you again.

Bucky? Was this a joke? I try to open the note quickly but my fingers seem not to want to collaborate between the tremors and the nerves. How likely was the AI ​​to be wrong?

None.

As soon as I open the note I see some scribbles that I understand as the date, which is from a few days ago, and I read it quickly looking for those words that tell me that what FRIDAY said is true.

“I’m sorry I can’t say goodbye to you, Emma. I wish I could tell you this in person, but the circumstances of my trip make it impossible. What I can tell you is that I’ll be fine and that I’m coming home. It was a pleasure. meet you and I want you to do me a favor: Take care of him. He always looked after me, now it’s time for someone to take care of him. That idiot won the lottery with you, Emma. And you must make him notice it every day of his life. This is my gift to you, I know I couldn’t promise anything five years ago, but we did it, we won and James is here for you. I hope that’s enough. ”

I put my hands to my mouth, suppressing a sob, without finishing reading the letter and when I start looking for it with my eyes among so many people. Suddenly reality hits me: The people who were here, running, hugging, crying were those who had disappeared with the snap.

My God … He was here.

I walk towards one of the men who is dressed in red, with the Médecins Sans Frontières insignia and the words are stuck in my throat.

- Are you looking for someone special? Could you give me the details?

- Barnes. He’s here … Or so they told me - I keep looking with my eyes but I can’t make out anyone I usually know. There was no sign of either Natasha or Sam - Sam Wilson? He’s his partner.

The man looks at me as if horns have come out of my head and he approaches another young woman in black, who sees me and only nods to him. I show her the credential without waiting for an answer and she simply indicates the door that is a few meters from us.

- Porter, right? - I nod as if he were a robot and indicates the door to me again - Main hall. Gate 6.

- Thank you - I run while avoiding people, children who run into the arms of their parents and push others, but no one complains. As soon as I get to the door and let people in, I see Sam in the distance that he’s talking to someone I can’t recognize. Something inside me ignites and I feel my heart beating again. I can handle the urge to cry as much as I can but I can’t, as I feel the heat invade my cheeks.

He diverts attention from who’s talking to him, he sees me and starts laughing. That complicit and funny laugh that I haven’t seen in someone for a long time. Everything had become so sad that it seemed to be in a black and white movie. I can barely get Bucky’s name off my lips when Sam nods in my direction and slaps the arm of the man in front of him. He shakes his head, visibly annoyed, but Sam indicates where I am, making the stranger turn around.

I hold back a sigh as soon as I see him turn and look in Sam’s direction but he doesn’t seem to see me. People who cross between the two prevent it. His long hair was gone and a new haircut made him look more confident. Even more attractive. His eyes were still sad but in a way that I couldn’t quite interpret.

Good God, the need to touch him was such that it seemed to me that I was in a dream and that none of it was real.

I try to scream his name through the murmur but nothing comes out of my mouth and when I try again, the tears prevent me from speaking.

I walk quickly, closing the distance between us, but before I even reach the middle, fear takes hold of me again.

What if he doesn’t remember me in the same way that I remember him?

I see Sam roll his eyes as he grabs his shoulders, turns him around, and points him right in my direction: once our gazes meet, I can’t hold back the tears.

The only answer I get is a smile.

We both rush towards each other and I hardly feel the air getting heavy, I wrap my arms around him, as if he might disappear at any moment.

- You’re here. You don’t know how much I cried for you - I hear his laugh while I feel his lips leave kisses on my hair, as his hands try to touch any part of me that is within reach and as soon as he takes me by the arms he pulls me away, observing me from above down - I thought you were just another illusion in my head.

- Is it really you, Emma? - He hugged me again and I hear Sam mutter as he passed something about how “cheesy” we looked - You look different.

-You were gone for a long time, James - he murmured against his chest while I enjoy the heat that his body gives off as well as the accelerated beats of his heart that are coupled with mine - When Steve told me that you had gone …

- Shh … don’t remember. I’m here, doll. I will never leave again.

He pulls away just to look at me for a few moments, I don’t know if he was looking for something or trying to remember something, but he just raised his hand to wipe the tears that were falling down my cheek.

- I have to catch you up on things here. - I try to get Steve’s letter out of my pocket but Bucky makes me look at him again.

- Before that….

The last thing my brain analyzes is the softness of his lips against mine. A gentle pressure and I feel like the floor disappears under me. I try to get up on tiptoe to get up to him and run my hands on his shoulders trying to bring him closer, but all I can do is wrap his arms around me and get even closer to him. I let my fingers play with his short hair and I love that feeling.

Hell, I missed his presence so much that it was hard for me to think about never having him around again.

He pulled me for air and I can tell his cheeks are just as red as mine - Bucky I …

-You don’t know how long I wanted to do that.

- For 6 years? - I joke as I approach again and take him by the hand.

- How old are you, Emma? The first time I met you, you were 25.

- I will turn 31 next week - I admit as he shakes his head and looks for someone with his eyes, when he does not find him, he lets out a growl - Who are you looking for?

- Sam. I’ll tell him we’re leaving - Answer my mental question and gently pull me towards one of the secluded rooms of the building where I hear murmurs from other people - I’ll catch up with you, doll.

I feel my cheeks heat up as I brake, causing Bucky to tense up - What do you mean?

- We will catch up on all aspects and I swear to you that you will hardly leave my department - I try to laugh but all I get is that a gasp escapes my lips causing me to give me a playful smile - In that aspect too, doll .

- Before you two go to do the things that are you going to do - I hear Sam’s voice in the distance and as soon as it enters our field of vision, I see him snorting - You know you must be with Raynor on Monday at 9 o'clock. Truth?

- And you had to remind me now?

- Yes, because I know you will not answer my messages and she will be the one who will remind you when you want to forget about it. Your head depends on it, Buck.

- Do not call me that way.

- Come on old man, go enjoy your life and stop getting mad at the world. You’re back and with your girl, and will you still be upset because I call you like Steve did?

I shift my gaze from one to the other and Bucky just extends his hand to Sam, who shakes it without hesitation.

- Take care of yourself, Wilson.

- You too Barnes. If you need me, you know where to find me.

I pulled me away from Bucky as I walk to the door and I feel like some of the pain is gone even though I still can’t assimilate that that’s true.

- Let’s go, doll?

- Let’s go.

[benryphobic]

tell me ur thoughts on... Darnry

DARNEY MY BELARNREY......HELL YES

💐 Who tends to worry the most?

Darnold. He has anxiety! He's very uncomfortable with sudden change, too, so anything extreme happening out of his schedule makes him freak out

💋 Who is the most physically affectionate?

Benry. he gives his *friends* kisses, man. he would give Darnold so much physical affection it would be annoying (sometimes)

⛈ Do they enjoy dancing?

They do! Darnold dances like an old man, just kinda swaying side to side, while benry dances like a teenage girl. they have really different tastes in music, but can come together with dancing to r&b!

🌹⛈Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Darnold has the most nightmares. Mostly about being terrified and trapped. Benry helps him by just kinda playing games with him, cos neither of them are too good at talking about feelings

🌺 Do they go to sleep at the same time as each other?

They do initially, bc Benry just. never slept. he doesn't need to. But then Benry started to appreciate the fine art of being able to cuddle and doze with a comfy body in his arms

⚡ What are their nicknames for each other?

I can't really think of anything but benry probably calls him like. D. Arnold. as a bit. otherwise i can't see them using any nicknames

🍃 What do they do when the other is stressed?

play video games....if that doesn't work, then they just talk about nothing. if it gets really bad, benry uses sweet voice for him, but thats not super often. darnold helps benry by just being his friend (homosexual)

🌻 How do they spend time if the other is gone?

Darnold does his science shit, goes back to school to become a professor, plays video games etc etc. benry plays video games, listens to music, probably makes his own music, talks to his friends, etc

🎮 Do they have a favourite video game they enjoy playing together?

team fortress 2.....they both go medic and do this

💍 Would they ever get married?

probably! no big wedding or anything, but they would get a little dressed up

✨ Who proposes?

benry! he does it very casually but very heartfelt

👑 Who is the meme lover?

darnold laughs at minion memes and cat memes. benry does not go on the internet.

📚 Who likes to read?

Darnold! he's fascinated with his field of study, but also in a lot of different things. he reads a lot to calm down and as a hobby

🎩 Who bothers the other person while the other person reads?

haha benry. if benry needs attention (which is often) he'll bother darnold like an immature child.

🌼 How do their personalities complement each other?

i think both are very matter of fact while saying the craziest shit. the difference is you can kinda tell when benry is joking (unless youre gordon) , while you cannot tell at All when Darnold is. Plus i kinda see them both as quiet people, maybe ambiverts at most, so they just kinda chill most of the time. theyre absurd in different ways, and its great :)

🔥 Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner?

neither? i think benry would shoot someone just for picking their nose

💀 What would they dress up as, for Halloween?

oooohghuhghhhhh the cheesiest costumes ever. the first year theyre dating they go as a medic and solider duo, but years after theyd do like. cishet costumes bc they both think its funny (harley quinn and joker, Frankenstein and the bride of frakenstein, jack and sally, etc) they still really like dressing up as video game characters tho, so they do that too to mix it up

🌈 What are their favourite colours?

darnold likes green! benry........does not have a favorite

🌹 Who is the hopeless romantic?

Neither! Darnold is a man of science, a man of work. he was very happy being single, benry just kinda added a new dynamic in his life that he very much enjoyed. benry is just....not a romantic. if he has a crush on someone he's like "well.....lol" and usually pursues like a 5 year old

🎭 Who is the dramatic one?

benry. he sounds like he's eternally pouting

🎈 Who makes jokes during inappropriate times?

benry, duh. hes kind of a dick. darnold cannot take him to funerals

💝 What do they love about each other the most?

the sick gamer strats. idk this is a weird question cos when u love someone, i feel like u love....all of them? or at least a lot of them. theres not really a favorite trait. they just go "yo this is nice as fuck" when u spend time with each other and like. cuddle.

👓 Who googles everything?

darnold uses Google as a research engine for his work and hobbies

🌙 How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation?

they r there for each other. if its truly helpless, i think that's enough.

🍂 What is an inside joke they have?

pyro airpoof.....whether or not Darnolds potions are g fuel bc Powerade is kinda close to Gatorade

💟 What do you think makes them perfect for one another?

i dont think theyre perfect for one another! benrys an annoying jackass, Darnold is a nice man. but i think if benry got a huge loser crush, hed feel the need not to pull on darnolds metaphorical pigtails. its respect

🌷 Are you nervous to talk about your OTP? Why?

kinda nervous! but only bc i have trouble thinking about their dynamic. my favorite genre of romance is just.....dudes that hang out and kiss. i also don't want it to sound like knock off frenrey. Darnold is the only one who seemed a little annoyed by benry too, in a very different, polite way, but i find it difficult to differentiate the dynamic. Darnold is a little bit of a straight man to the straight man. not to say he isnt absurd. but id find it reallt funny for benry to do some crazy shit and Darnold to go "uhm. ok."

Is your OTP Oc x Canon?

hmm difficult question. hlvrai characterization in general is making an oc and hoping it adheres to Canon. just by shipping darnold and benry im basically making some sort of oc x oc for myself, since their characterizations don't imply theyd ever end up in a romantic relationship

🎵 What's a song (or songs) that remind you of your OTP?

i need more songs for my darnrey playlist 😩😩😩😩