#and they'll come back for more bird hugs

[booter-and-the-holograms]

This is basically what happens when I give my birds cuddles tbh.

Pocket!Martin just becoming a stim toy, Jon just resisting the urge to use him as stress ball

he's a stim toy that makes a sound when gently squeezed

[martian-astro10]

Debilitated planets in astrology

Sun in Libra ⚖️

Sun in Libra is debilitated because sun's aggressive and assertive nature does not go well with Libra's love for harmony and balance. The most common thing that comes with a debilitated sun is the lack of confidence. I know many people with this placement who are actually really good leaders but because they are not confident in their own abilities, they tend to hold themselves back. No matter how much other people praise them, they'll always think that they're not good enough. Can also be people pleasers, I personally think that you guys should not be in a relationship unless you strengthen your sun. They are much more likely than others to be victims of peer pressure. There can be some problems with heart, bones, or stomach, or it's like, your stomach is the first thing that hurts when you get sick, migraines and fevers are also common. To strengthen your sun, you should do the following things, (do the things that you can, you don't have to do every single one, I'm listing down all the ones that I know) :

Perform Surya namaskar or just do yoga in the morning.

Use a copper glass to drink water.

Offer water to sun every morning (when it rises) from a copper vessel.

Look at the sunrise with your eyes, if you wear glasses, remove the glasses and then look at it. JUST as the sun is rising, don't wake up at 11 am, and then look at the sun.

You shouldn't eat a lot of meat, I'm not telling you to become a vegetarian, but do lessen the consumption of meat and try to eat more fruits and vegetables instead.

Wear red colored clothes more often, and also donate red colored clothes to orphanages, it can be helpful.

If you're a Hindu and you LIKE being a Hindu, then chant this, "om suryaya namaha" 3 times in the morning before leaving your house or if you're offering water to sun then do it that time only.

Moon in Scorpio ����

Moon is debilitated in Scorpio. People with a debilitated moon are highly prone to stress, much more than others, they also very easily get Black circles under their eyes, it's like, even if they sleep a little less for a day, you'll see it on their faces, their hair starts turning grey very early on in life. They can have sinus problems and be prone to allergies. Also, I read this somewhere, but it's turned out to be true for every person that I know has a weak moon, their sweat smells very very bad, I'm sorry 😭. They can also be scared of water, not like bathing and regular stuff but swimming and doing water sports. HUGE mood swings, one moment they're shouting at you and the next they're asking for a hug and talking sweetly. Highly sensitive to criticism, will get offended at the smallest things, this results in them being very defensive over their interests and lifestyle. Their intuition is weak and they can struggle to figure out the true intentions of people, can get very easily manipulated. Lactose intolerance is something that I've noticed in a lot of people with a weak moon. Can have problems with mental health, like anxiety and adhd, weak chest, breast, ovaries, uterus, problems with menstrual cycle, irregular periods, fertility issues. cold and cough are very common. To strengthen your moon, you should do the following things :

Avoid spending time alone.

Practice meditation every day to calm down the mind.

Offer milk to shivaling if you can.

Avoid having birds as pets.

Eat coconut and wear white clothes, or even wearing a white scarf with usual clothes is fine.

You should also use sandalwood oil to improve sleep or use it while meditating as well.

Chant "Om Shram Shreem Shroum Sah Chandramase Namah" 3 times everyday, do it while meditating.

Mercury in Pisces 🐟

Mercury is debilitated in Pisces. Communication problems are a given with this placement. People can misunderstand their words quite often, it's like, even when they're trying to compliment someone, it sort of ends up sounding like an insult, when that wasn't their interntion in the first place. They can be the "invisible" friend in the group, it's like even if they go away nobody will notice or be affected by their absence. The friend who always has to walk behind when there's no space left, the one that is left behind when they stop to tie their laces, the one that tries to be social and funny but ends up failing miserably. They feel alone even if they're surrounded by people. This is especially true when they're young, but they look at all these people around them, having fun, dating, partying, and then they're just THERE, just existing, that feeling is common. Overthinking, nobody can beat them to it, sitting in class, having a doubt but not bringing it up cuz you're afraid of being perceived as stupid. They're also very sensitive to criticism. They do have a really strong intuition though, can see right through people, good judge of characters. Frequently engage in maladaptive daydreaming, will act like a princess whose knight is in love with her, but she is forced to marry a prince from another kingdom, frequently cook up stories like this in their heads (totally not speaking from personal experience). They daydream to avoid reality, but like who doesn't. There can be problems related to throat, nervous system, ulcers, fractures, UTI's, iron and haemoglobin issues as well. To strengthen your Mercury, you should do the following things :

Wash new clothes before wearing them.

Chanting mantras related to lord budhha.

Eat green vegetables and fruits

Keep good oral hygiene, clean your teeth and tongue THOROUGHLY (everyone should do this btw, cuz...basic hygiene)

Chant "Om gan ganpataye namah" 3 times in the morning before leaving your house

Venus in Virgo 🦊

Venus is debilitated in Virgo. These people can be very critical of their partners, will always try to find faults with them. Can be overly concerned with outer appearances. They struggle a lot with self love, Cassie from euphoria is a pretty accurate representation of someone with a debilitated Venus. They have low self esteem and as a result, can get together with people who try to pull them down and the worst part is that they tend to believe them. They have a bad fashion sense, they're more likely to follow trends, not realising that those clothes are not the best for THEIR body type. Dependency issues in relationship is very common. They are creative, but don't know how to express it, most of the times, they're not even aware of this creativity. They can also be more prone than others to get addicted to alcohol or drugs, so I would advise you to stay away from them. If you haven't consumed it yet, then it's better to not even try. Can have problems related to kidneys, skin, eyes, sexual hormones (PCOS is common in women with this placement), hormonal disorders. To strengthen your Venus, you should do the following things :

You should avoid taking anything for free, for ex, you know how in some stores they offer things to taste, like snacks and all, don't try them.

You should use cow ghee to cook food.

Wear silver jewellery and use nice perfumes.

Pour white flowers in water, preferably a big body of water.

Never repeat your clothes without washing them first. Don't wear unwashed clothes.

Chant "Om shum shukraya Namah"

Mars in Cancer 🦀

Mars is debilitated in Cancer. These people are always a little lethargic, the type to wake up tired no matter how much sleep they get (yk that meme, that goes "when you wake up and can't wait to go back to sleep". They don't like to eat healthy food, can be obsessed with eating junk all the time. I know people with this placement who are ADDICTED to cheese, won't eat anything without it. Can get bruised very easily and most of the time they aren't even aware of how they got it. Get frequent body pains because of weak muscles. Don't know how to express their sexuality in a healthy manner. They have Weak concentration skills and low attention span. There can be property related disputes in the family, you'll probably not inherit anything (good) from your family. They use displacement as their defence mechanism, anger is always directed at the wrong person because they're too weak to hurt the people who've hurt them. They can be very passive aggressive. There can be problems related to bones, muscles, blood, genitals, rectum, hands and prostate gland. To strengthen your mars, you should do the following things :

You should donate blood.

Carry red things with you, it shouldn't be too big, small enough to fit in your pocket.

Eat red fruits and vegetables, like, pomegranates, beetroot, apple, cherry, red pepper, etc.

Chanting or reading Hanuman chalisa can help a LOT ( I would give an example but the whole situation was very detailed)

Use copper utensils to eat food and drink water in a copper glass.

Jupiter in Capricorn 🐐

Jupiter is debilitated in Capricorn. For some weird reason, they always get teachers who have a problem with them. Their teachers always pin point their faults and try to humiliate them. But when they grow old, like 25+ they finally manage to find someone who does their best to guide them, this teacher will have a huge impact on their life. They are likely to become more spiritual and less religious as they grow up. I know a lot of people with this, and they all ended up becoming the head of their household, it doesn't matter if they're a man or a woman, married or divorced, they are gonna be the ones to manage their family. There will be a lot of difficulties in terms of career, you might have to work twice as hard as others to get the same benefits. There can be financial difficulties as well, it usually happens because most of the time, these people are the breadwinners, so whatever they earn, gets used for their family instead. So it FEELS like they earn less even if they earn a lot. This is a very bad placement for women, since the probability of getting a bad husband increases. The women with this get ghosted a lot. You can be more prone than others to health problems like, diabetes, obesity, insomnia, gall bladder stones, ear and gastric troubles. To strengthen your Jupiter, you should do the following things :

Apply a blend of turmeric powder and sandalwood on your forehead, a short line with your thumb (dip your thumb in the mixture and then put your thumb between your eyebrows and draw a ⬆️ line)

Offer bananas to people.

Avoid consuming meat and alcohol.

Wear yellow clothes (avoid wearing dark Colors) or keep something yellow with you permanently.

Practice meditation.

Wear gold, it can be a small chain or a ring as well.

Chant "Om brim brihaspataye namah"

Saturn in Aries 🐏

Saturn is debilitated in Aries. These people are very irresponsible and make fake promises. They'll do everything except what they're actually supposed to do. Have a tendency to blame others for their failures, I know quite a few people with this and.....🙄. These people are not good leaders but they think they are, this leads to them taking leadership roles through force. They look scary and they ARE scary, nobody can stand up to them. They're unable to manage resources effectively and this can lead to severe financial difficulties. They also end up making a lot of enemies, so even if they become successful, it won't be for long. There can be problems related to, legs, knees and joints. To strengthen your Saturn, you should do the following things :

Brush your teeth with a neem toothpaste.

Honestly, be a vegetarian, this is the only planet for which I would recommend you guys to NOT consume meat and alcohol. I know 100's of people who were literally dying during their Saturn mahadasha and then became perfectly fine once they stopped eating meat and drinking alcohol.

Be a decent human being, that is literally all that Saturn asks of you 😭

Drink cow milk ONLY, if that's not available then don't drink milk.

Always keep a little ball of silver with you.

Wear dark green clothes.

(there are many factors that can cancel the debilitation of a planet, and these remedies help too, so don't worry too much if you have planets in debilitation)

Divider by @strangergraphics-archive

© martian-astro All rights reserved, 2024

[abiatackerman]

Interrupted by brats

The air in the mess hall cracks with tension as Jean and Eren square off. Their fists fly, and the other scouts gather around, placing bets and cheering like it is some twisted spectator sport. Mikasa’s stoic expression betrays her amusement, while Sasha bites on a potato, her eyes wide with excitement.

But then, the doors swing open as Levi and you step in. The entire scene freezes. Even the birds outside seemed to hold their breath. Levi's glare can melt steel, and the room temperature drops by a few degrees.

"Brats......"

He mutters, his voice is like a blade slicing through the chaos.

"What the hell is this nonsense?"

Eren and Jean stumble apart immediately and you sigh. They straighten their uniforms, faces showing pure fear as they avoid eye contact with their captain.

Levi doesn't waste time. He kicks Jean's abdomen, since he was the one who started the fight. Then he kicks Eren's ass hard making him stumble forward.

"You want to fight? Fine. I'll give you a reason to regret it."

His knuckles crack ominously and you sigh.

Levi's really pissed today. You just told him that you're leaving for a week since your dad has become sick and you haven't visited your family for a while. He's pissed thinking that it's gonna be a damn long annoying week without you. Just when you two were about to kiss, Historia rushes to Levi's office to inform him about the fight.  Levi is pissed about the interruption and now here he is, beating them up.

"Captain, I...."

Jean tries to speak but Levi stops him.

"Shut up!"

Levi snaps.

"And you, Jaeger."

He turns to Eren, who stands there massaging his ass.

"You're not innocent either. Next time you want to throw punches, do it in private. Got it?"

Eren nods so vigorously that his head may detach from his neck.

"Y-yes, sir!"

Levi stares at him for a while then looks at you again. You can tell by his looks he's thinking about punishing them. Your face softens as you look at Jean's and Eren's nervous faces, feeling sympathy for them.

"Both of you will clean this hall everyday for this whole week. One more fight and I'll increase the area of your cleaning also add daily laps to your lazy assed routine. Now all of you, out!"

Levi orders in his pissed tone as everyone rushes out of the hall. They all are relieved that Levi has just punished Eren and jean. Not them.

"Don't you think you are being too strict?"

You ask as the cadets leave the hall.

"I mean this hall is huge... Cleaning it every day is tough by only two people."

You say softly as Levi walks towards you.

"Though their behaviours are shitty they have loyal friends. I bet they all will clean it together."

He says as he grabs your chin.

"You're just too kind, doll. They'll be fine, don't worry."

You nod and remove his hand from your face and hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"You know? You looked so sexy and hot when you were beating them up. Everyone was looking at you with fear and you were the strongest intimidating leader, also your commanding voice... I did feel bad for them but... Shit... I'm fucking turned on."

Levi chuckles as his face is pressed against your head and he sniffs your sweet smell. His one hand wraps around your neck and the other one plays with your hair.

" Tch... You have a weird choice, but I'm not complaining."

He speaks in an amusing tone and removes his head from your hair to look at your face. He cups your face, his expression is soft with affection as he kisses your forehead.

"Just be safe for the week, ok? And make sure to come back to me unscarred."

He speaks, his voice full of affection. You chuckle.

"Even if I get in trouble, I'll use the combats you taught me. I'll be fine, don't worry."

You say smiling cheekily as Levi's eyes soften again. Your smile is his greatest weakness, he can't help but melt every time he sees it. And when he knows he's the reason behind it, his mind overflows with ecstasy.

He leans down and presses his lips softly against yours. You hum and close your eyes as you grip his shirt, only to feel his thumping heartbeat against your palm. His thumbs caress your cheeks as your lips move in a slow, soft and rhythmic way.

Just when Levi's tongue gently brushes against your lower lips and you are about to part your lips, suddenly, the mess hall's door swings open. Sasha and Connie stumble in, revealing Eren, Jean, Armin and Mikasa behind them. They freeze, cheeks flushed, eyes wide, as if caught in a forbidden act.

"Errr... Captain... we..."

Sasha tries to speak nervously, her cheeks pink.

"We were just..... Looking for the potato Sasha left behind."

Armin speaks shyly, his face flushed red. You try to suppress your smile as you look at the pissed expression on Levi's face.

"You shits were spying on us? What were you brats looking at? Never saw a man and woman kissing before?"

Levi speaks in a calm tone but you know he's fuming inside. Everyone turns red at his words, even Mikasa blushes.

"Eren and Jean will clean this mess hall, alone! And you all shits will clean the whole field. I'll check your work in the afternoon. If I see even a single darnel picking out of the grass, I swear I'll kick your lazy asses. As for the girls, you all will run 50 laps and no food until you clean your shits up. Mark my words!"

Levi speaks firmly as their eyes widened. You look at them sympathically as Sasha seems like she is about to cry.

"Out!"

Levi says in a slightly louder tone than usual making them flinch as they rushes out.

"Damn brats. What are they? 10? Bothering us like annoying bugs."

He speaks in a pissed voice as you sigh and hug his neck to calm him down.

"They are just kids, Levi. They probably got curious when Sasha came back here for her potato and caught us kissing. Forgive them."

Levi relaxes in you arms as he starts to kiss your neck.

"Tch, I shouldn't care for them like this when they're this annoying."

You chuckle and tilt your head to let him kiss you. You rub his back.

"You're a great father figure, Levi. They also knows it."

You giggle slightly at the tickling feeling as his breath fans over you neck and his lips keep caressing you skin.

"I'll try to be a good father to our brat too. I won't say shitty words and won't be harsh. I promise."

He mumbles in a low voice as his grip on your waist tightens.

"I know you will, love."

You say softly as he removes his head to look at your face.

"Tch, I'll miss you, smartass..."

He says softly as he kisses your forehead.

"Me too."

You say and he presses his lips against yours again. Though this time you two kiss each other for a long time without any interruptions.

And this time, no brats were peeking on you two either.

[silentgravesdontexist]

Yes, I know the Ace, Sanji, and Zoro fics have their own NSFW scenarios...but for the life of me— I cannot do that to Luffy. I have tried but no. Just no. Also, the first chunk of it is how the crew would react to him. I think it'd be a cute addition.

Monkey D. Luffy x GN!Reader

CW: Hinted sensory overload. Mainly just fluff.

Word Count: 500+

Fluff w/ Strawhats

Just. Pure. Chaotic. Energy.

Usually, Luffy's already pretty hyperactive. Messing around with the others and just a fun goofy guy. But now it's even worse because of his canine-tendencies.

Sanji has the fridge just chained down and placed multiple locks because Luffy kept eating all the food inside of it. Sometimes, he has to stand guard at night just to make sure they'll still have food for breakfast.

Usopp and Chopper are just messing around with Luffy. They're throwing him balls and frisbees to help him burn off all that energy. Even taught him tricks.

Robin uses her devil fruit to just tickle and indulge Luffy every now and then when the mood strikes. He adores it. It makes him laugh so hard.

Nami would play along for a bit when Luffy wants to mess around. But if she doesn't, she'll lie that Usopp is hiding a delicious portion of meat in his workshop.

Brook does notice whenever Luffy gets overwhelmed a bit by the noise, scent, and sceneries. So, he'll distract Luffy by playing a tune. It works so effectively on the captain.

Zoro's the one to reign him in. If Luffy's about to go overboard because he was chasing after some bird or a ball Chopper and Usopp threw? He's the one to either grab him the shirt or dive into the sea to save the guy.

Jimbei and his blessed patience always puts up with Luffy whenever he starts getting chatty— if Chopper and Usopp aren't around to play with him. He and Luffy would just share stories with each other excitedly.

Franky would just be very chill with Luffy. Telling him all sorts of inventions. Maybe even tricking Luffy into think they're playing a game but its just Franky getting Luffy to fetch tools for him while he works.

Fluff w/ you

You would either join in on the fun or be the one to scold him whenever he made a mess on the deck. At some point, you didn't know whether to laugh or lecture Usopp and Chopper for teaching him tricks as if he really were a dog.

Whenever it was mealtime, he'd rest his chin against the table while gazing up at you with the best pair of puppy eyes he could muster. He already cleaned out his plate and Sanji wouldn't give him any more food.

He's be even more clingy than usual. Using his devil fruit to wrap his arms around you like some snake to keep you close.

He'll even ask you to pet and scratch his head. Ofc, you indulge the guy. He'd sulk and pout otherwise.

If Brook isn't around and he gets overwhelmed, he'll come up to you and complain that its too noisy. You'll hug him against your chest and place your hands gently over his ears and hum a song— he usually falls asleep in your arms.

Similar to Ace, he doesn't like it when his hat bothers his ears. It just doesn't sit comfortably. So, he'll give you his precious hat bc he knows you'll take care of it for him.

He does get protective over you. If you're talking with anyone on the ship and you start laughing, he'll walk up to you and just hug you from behind. There's a small sulk on his face.

If you do lean back into his touch and scratch his ear— he'll melt back into a smile and join in with your conversation with the others. Still hugging you tho.

In the case that you guys get in a fight, his ears are flat on his head. His tail dull and slack behind him. A pout visible on his face.

Woke everyone up by howling at the moon loudly (it unfortunately happened multiple times and it doesn't help that he does it even when he's asleep).

~~~~~

If you liked this and wanna read more, here's my masterlist!

[ryker-writes]

TWST characters as parents (Staff)

Crowley:

proud bird dad

literally he is so proud of anything you do and will share your achievements with the rest of the staff

he also has a box of things that you've completed/given to him

childhood artwork, cards you've made, old gifts you've given to him, your first assignment and test, and even some of your old stuffed animals from when you were a kid

he also has a thick photo album full of pictures of you growing up

the kind of parent who takes so many photos

he looks through that photo album a lot to look back on the precious memories

the box and the photo albums are protected using magic

he will cry is something happens to them

pretty sure he lives at the school so you grew up at NRC

you know the entire layout of the school, visited every dorm, and even met all the ghosts

the ghosts all love you

they watch over you when Crowley and the other staff are busy

naturally you become a student of NRC when you're old enough

and once again, Crowley is so proud of you at orientation

he's taking photos as you walk up to the magic mirror and get assigned a dorm

he's so happy no matter what dorm you end up in

and if you want to change dorms, say no more it's already done

he's a little bit protective

loves when you make friends

he already knows if they're generally good people because he has their student files

it's a bit different if you have a romantic relationship tho

he's scared and will look into your partner more

will express his worries, but not to you

the other staff members hear it

"my child is growing up too fast!"

if you get involved with any of the overblots he is terrified and hovers around you afterwards

other students have mixed feelings about you

some will want to be on your good side because you're close with the headmage

others will be cautious of you because they worry if they offend you then they'll get expelled

and some (Azul) may try to take advantage of you

he's also painfully supportive

if you play any sports at NRC he has set up a cheering squad for you and you alone

also probably going to ask you to help him with his work

"won't you help your dear loving and hardworking father?"

when breaks come up he will give you the choice to stay at NRC or go on vacation with him

even if you say no to going with him he will try to convince you

he calls it parent child bonding

while other students may say he's not a very good headmage, he thinks he's great

he doesn't mind what the other students say, but if you were to say it...

he may start to consider that he's not as good as he thinks

what would really make him realize they were right was if you somehow overblotted

if you did overblot, he's full on crying and heartbroken

of course he's going to save you from the overblot

but afterwards he's going to just hug you and cry

he can be a bit of an overbearing father at times, but it's because he loves you

Crewel:

a more strict but loving father

he absolutely loves raising you

he calls you his pup

unlike Crowley, he won't keep a million photos of you or collect your first assignments or anything

but he is proud of the things you do

if you present him with some art you made or something cool you did he will be proud

the type of dad to keep your art on the wall

he also will spoil you

like you won't even know how much he spoils you

you'll be happy just to get a new coat and it's actually one of the best brands that costs so much money

his motto is "Only the best for my little pup"

this motto perseveres throughout your life

when you attend NRC, he's super proud no matter what dorm you end up in

when you attend school is when the slightly more strict side of him shows itself

he wants you to pass all your classes and will help you study

you might not get many breaks until he's sure you understand the concept and know how to do it

of course he's not as strict with you as he is with other students

they might not even get breaks

he will push you to get good grades but he always knows when he starts to push too far and will stop himself

if he accidentally does push you to hard he will apologize and try to make it up to you

Crewel is a bit of a protective dad

he pays attention to what his students are like so when you mention your friends he already knows them

he doesn't mind as long as they're good people

if you're in a romantic relationship he's a bit more protective

remember that motto I mentioned earlier? yeah that comes into play here

he thinks you deserve the best and will not tolerate your partner giving you anything less

he can be very critical of your partner and you may have to tell him to back off

he may also give your partner more work in class than other students

Crewel likes to make sure that you're dressed well and will tidy up your appearance when he sees something out of place

Trein:

very loving father

he already has daughters so you aren't an only child

you know how he treats Lucius? you get similar treatment

he is a doting cat dad and a doting dad

he spends a lot of time with you and your siblings as you grow up

he never wants to miss any part of your life

also will hang your artwork on the wall

he'll even bring some to his classroom and hang them up there

he will go on and on about you to his students if they ask

some may do this to get out of doing classwork

they find out later that they still get the assignment but now they have no explanation of how to do it

he's very proud whenever you complete assignments or get good grades

and he's very proud when you finally get to go to NRC

he won't really mind whatever dorm you get into

but he will worry if it's Savanaclaw

students in that dorm are more prone to fights so he's worried

like Crewel, he's a bit of a protective dad

he will slightly judge your friend choice depending on who they are but won't interfere with anything

unless they get you in trouble, then he'll say something

if you're in a romantic relationship, he will silently judge them too

will also be more strict towards your partner in his class

he will not tolerate them slacking off in any way

well...he doesn't tolerate anyone slacking off in his class but even more so your partner

when you're in his class, he is much more relaxed with you

while he won't let you sleep you can still get away with spacing out or not paying attention

you also get Lucius' attention while you're in the class

most students find the cat annoying and Lucius will glare at them, but Lucius loves you!

he'll lay on your lap during class and purr very loudly

whoever sits next to you may be nervous not to disturb the cat

whenever Trein and Lucius get separated he gets really panicked

unless he knows Lucius is with you

you're the only one he trusts with Lucius

Lucius himself is protective of you

if anyone gets too close for the cat's liking, he may scratch them

while Trein is more passive aggressive with his protectiveness, Lucius is more outwardly disapproving

Vargas:

proud dad #4

he's unashamed to be your biggest fan

no matter what you're doing or where you go he's cheering you on

he probably has you playing at least one sport growing up

wants you to be super fit and active

and he'll also feed you all sorts of healthy foods

he wants to be your role model so bad

he just wants to hear you say even once "I want to be just like you Dad"

if he does hear it, he's fallen to his knees and overwhelmed with emotion

he won't cry, but he comes close

super proud when you become a student of NRC

he doesn't really mind what dorm you get in, but he secretly hopes it's Savanaclaw

Savanaclaw is the most athletic dorm

no matter what dorm you end up in, he is cheering as soon as the magic mirror says it

Crowley has to tell him to calm down

he's not a protective dad

he encourages you to make friends and doesn't mind them at all

he doesn't mind when you have a romantic partner either

in fact if you introduced them he would simply hug them and get straight to bonding

your father has now stolen your partner for bonding time

where did they go and how long will they be gone? nobody knows

when they do come back Vargas will say he's part of the family now

when you're in his class, he already expects you to participate and stay fit

so he's not as worried about you as he is for other students

if you play any sports in school, he is coming to all your games and cheering for you

he will be the cheerleader

he's over there with pom-poms and everything

Sam:

you are such a spoiled child

like really anything you want, you got it

and I do mean anything

he has connections so he can get ahold of anything

you are his special little imp

he treasures the little artwork you make as a kid

it's the one thing he won't sell

he often trains you on how to run the store

so even though you may be small, he may still have you work in the shop

he won't have you do anything too big of course

but little by little you learn more about how to work and run the shop and you get to bond with him too!

but people are more likely to come again and buy things when there's a cute child

so having you there is also a business strategy

he's such a fun dad tho

he loves to play with you a lot and will generally do anything you think is fun together

he's happy when you finally become a student at NRC and it doesn't bother him which dorm you end up in

though if he had to choose he would say Octavinelle because they got the business strategies

he's not a protective dad either

he encourages you to make all sorts of friends

he even encourages you to make friends on the other side but never specifies beyond that

he doesn't mind if you have a partner either

they shouldn't expect a discount unless they are really good to you

speaking of discounts

you don't have to pay for things while you're at the school

he gives them to you for free

but he will ask if you want to help him out at the shop sometime

some students may try to get close to you so they can get more discounts (Ruggie)

and some may try to get close to you so they can get some of those business connections (Azul)

Sam hopes that in the future, you may be able to take on ownership of the shop

it's been in the family for a long time so he hopes he can pass it on to you

you have a while before that tho

[konigsblog]

i’m so warmed by all the pregnancy stuff with the farmers 🫣🤭 if you’re up to it! literally anything surrounding that, it’s so soft to read tbf. your writing is always so good, hits every time but the way you write pregnancy just hits different 🩷🩷

— thank you!! i'm glad you enjoy them, it makes me feel more confident in my writing and i appreciate you for saying such sweet things ! 🎀 i wasn't sure if you wanted smut, but this was rotting my mind !

⭒༉‧₊˚. kid headcannons with farmer!MW2 🌾🧺🐄

farmer!price has mainly sons. little boys always helping out on the farm, gasping when the pigs begin squealing and the birds make their call. takes such good care of them, and you as well. the boys love their mother; running up to you while covered in mud, overalls coated in brown sludge, giving in and hugging them tightly.

simon is a with the farmer concept is hard. i can't imagine it, i can imagine him working down in the bar down in the village, you joining along, or being his little housewife. wearing long dresses, and coming to him with your toddler boy and girl, giving them some sweets so they'll be alright and talking with your confident, funny husband.

(trying with the farmer!simon concept) who smokes a lot and always stinks of tobacco after a hard day. his little boy and older daughter (2 year difference between them) giggling with eachother, watching as she protects him. he's so proud of her and always makes time to help with her homework after breaking his back taking care of the carrots and cabbages.

farmer!soap who has 2 daughters. they're his princesses, and he'll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. walking with them, hand in hand, sent down to the village for fruits and vegetables by their mother. helping you make some blueberry pie for your husband after a long day. his daughters falling asleep at the dinner table with blueberry pie all over their faces.

farmer!gaz who has daughters. he treats them like angels, and appreciates when they help with the animals. i imagine his daughters to enjoy helping on the farm when they're a teenager; taking care of chickens and bringing back eggs, or getting hay on their jeans and t-shirt. spends a lot of time with them and they all appreciate his work.

farmer!könig has only daughters, i can't imagine him with daughters, at all. has a lot of daughters, perhaps 5, or maybe a pair of twins. they're so cute when they're toddlers; falling asleep on their daddy's lap, and getting their faces messy with cheesecake after dinner.

he's an amazing dad, and loves reading to them before bedtime. has an album of photos of them from their younger ages, and sometimes fell asleep on the rocking chair when they were newborns and woke up crying.

farmer!alejandro has daughters too, no son's for him. he definitely treats them like princesses and loves how sweet they are. makes funny jokes, and is very overprotective of them. oh, his daughter wants to go down to the village? no matter if she's a teenager, she's not going alone. if she waits for him, he'll buy her a ice-cream and allows her to help with the cows despite his constant scolding for asking! don't worry, he'll handle it.

farmer!rodolfo who has 1 daughter (i'm sorry, i can barely imagine half of these characters with son's!!) he lets her help on the farm and always appreciates her help. doesn't want to force her, but allows her to clean the pigs and take the eggs back to the house for her mother to use. when she was a baby, he'd kiss her every night and sit on a rocking chair beside the fireplace, lulling her to sleep and teaching spanish to her in her older years.

farmer!graves who has 3 sons, and his youngest, a daughter. they all look like him when he was younger; 3 replicas. his daughter has gorgeous, soft blonde hair and his blue, silverish eyes. not only does he treat her like a princess, he refuses to allow her to work on the farm.

— encourages his son's to help him on the farm, while she plays with barbie dolls on the porch and eats any freshly baked cookies her mother made. her brother's are around 9, and a pair of twins, 8 when she's 3. a sweetheart who has a pure, giving heart and always makes her father little cards or paper people using his old newspapers.

[small-sinclair]

Wolves knocking at the Door

poly!Sinclairs x y/n

Tw: reader is not a wolf (only the brothers), Bo being himself (soft at the end), mentions of past killings, blood, reader gets smacked

This is a free style a/b/o prompt because no one is going to stop me and I have free will over myself. It came to me while I was eating chips and scrolling through @sketchy-rosewitch's blog the other day.

Days before a full moon are the worse in the Sinclair house, and you've taken good note of it. Bo gets angrier like throwing things across Ambrose, Vincent's kills become more violent and bloodied, and Lester just has a hard time keeping his thoughts lined and together, making it harder for him to focus or do his job.

When they were at home with you, they did their damnest to keep their emotions in check. They just wanted to make sure you didn't see the worse in them, that's all; and you knew that they were working so hard on making sure you never see that side of them.

But it's different tonight as the full moon was coming tonight, and you knew that they'll be... different. You knew they'll be out, hunting, fighting, terrorizing, killing--you knew it all but you weren't afraid. Besides, you knew that they'll never hurt you, and they make sure you have Papa's silver bullets and the blessed pistols with you just in case they even tried.

The morning started with Bo's cursing and a coffee mung breaking; that's what woke you. As you came down stairs, you were met with a broken mug on the floor and Lester in a headlock, Vincent pulling Bo away from his brother, and feverish blue eyes filled with fire and brimstone. The power he has in that pose is enough to make you want to run away, but you know better than that.

"Bo!" You snapped as you hurried into the kitchen, but you kept your distance when Vincent shot you a look. "Bo, let him go!"

With a tug, Bo was ripped off Lester's neck, Lester falling to the ground on his hands and knees, coughing and gasping for air as he held his neck. As Vincent backed away with bis brother locked in his grasp, you came to Lester's side and tried to help his steady his breathing.

You haven't seen Bo like this since the night you first saw him kill, when he first dug large canine teeth into your friend's neck, ripping it out to leave her to bleed out on the church floor.

You rubbed his back as he coughs, leaning into your touch. "...betta get outta here, darlin'," he breathed as he heard Vincent losing his grip and Bo stomping over to him. "Git--"

Before you had time to react to his warning, a large hand came down, and the world went quite. The birds stopped singing and the marsh stopped its song. The clouds covered the morning sun and the wind hit the house with full force. A bomb might as well gone off in the house as you faced the other way, holding your face, as the sting filled over your skin. Tears burned like acid as you cried silently. Before anyone could say or do anything, you stand and race out of the house, running down the street towards the church.

Where you still in your pajamas? Yes.

Did you care? No.

When you make it into the church, you find yourself running past their dead mother and hiding in the confessional, locking it. Going to the back of the booth, you tried to make yourself small before hiding your face in your legs, crying. He promised he would never do that, he promised to be a good man and his brothers agreed...

But how much does a promise cost, y/n? What's the payment at the end? They're beast, monsters. They are born to kill and worship the hunt on a full moon. Monsters don't keep promises.

But the Sinclairs do. They're better than this, and they'll prove it.

In a few moments, you hear the door to the church bursting open and heavy footsteps. "Y/n?" Bo called breathlessly, eyes scanning wildly over the pews and walls. "Darlin'! Come out--"

"No!" You yelled back, hugging yourself tightly. Your voice echoed from the locked confessional, and you heard Bo's boots coming to the door. He knocks, but you just yell, "Leave me alone, Bo!"

"Y/n, please com' out!" Bo shouted back, his right hand still burning from the sting. "Come out. I'll do anythin' ya want! Anythin'!" He kneels in front off the door and took in your scent, and he wanted to throw-up. He did this to you. He did this. He loves the smell of fear from his victums, but not from you. His hands rested on the door and he leaned against it. "Honey, please? Open up?"

At first, you don't move from your spot. You looked at the locked door then back at the handle. If you do open up, what'll happen? You're nervous he might yell, might feel different--

Then you hear something you thought you'd never hear: Bo whines at the door, his head thumping against the wood. It's heart aching and it tears you apart to hear him whine like a hurt puppy. You hear it again before the whine turns into him crying at the door, head still pressed against the wood. "Please, darlin," he whispers. "How do I make it better?"

You hear boots shuffling across the church floor, and Lester voice rings over, "Y/n? Ya okay? Where are ya, sweet pea?" His voice falls when he sees his brother at the confessional door, and he frowns. "Y/n?" You're not sure if you should answer him until you hear him joining his brother's side. you see their shadows through the crack on the door. "Yer okay, sweetness," he said against the door. "He didn't mean it." Lester rested his head against the door as well, closing his eyes. He didn't like how you smelled when you left the house in a panic, and he didn't like it now. "Honeydew?"

Then Vincent joins. You know his boots anywhere as he enters. You can hear him sniff the air then whimpering lowly as he joins his brothers. You could see his shadow behind his brothers as he placed a heavy hand on the door, resting his head against the cold wood.

"Sweetheart, please?" Bo's voice cracks. "Open the door? I gotta make sure yer okay."

"I'm not okay, Bo," you answer, your head raising from you hugged knees. "You hit me."

"He didn't mean it!" Lester replied. "Honest!" He's just as scared as his brothers. If you don't open up, he'll make sure Bo pays for everything. He hates hearing you so hurt and sad. That hit was supposed to hit him, not you.

"I wanna hear it from him," you said, wiping your eyes. "I want to hear it from Bo."

Bo took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ya know I didn't mean it."

Not good enough.

"Then I'm not coming out," you huffed. You're standing your ground on this one.

Vincent looks down at his twin then nodded at the door. He'll do anything to make you stop crying, to take away your pain and have it as his own. Vincent hated seeing you crying, and he hated that he wasn't strong enough to keep the other Alpha at bay. He just wanted to hold you in his arms, bury your head into his chest, and never let you go until you died. He promised himself that he would kill anyone that hurts you, and here he was, glaring at his brother.

Bo begs this time, and he sounds a bit pathetic, "Y/n. I'll do anythin'--"

"Then tell me you didn't mean it, Bo," you said again, looking at the door with hopeful eyes. "Tell me you won't do it again." You sniffled and said, "If you ever want to hold me or kiss me or fuck me, then you'll say it. If not," you looked around the room then back at the door, "I'll stay in here until you say it."

Bo grits his teeth then looks at the closed door as if he was kneeling in front of God himself. He looks down as he felt Lester's hand on his shoulder, nodding at the door.

"'M sorry, Y/n," it doesn't sound forced as he looked at the door. "'M sorry, darlin'. I swear to ya I'll that I'll never lay a hand on ya again. I promise, y/n... I swear it to you." He leans against the door and listens. "Darlin', please? Open up? Le' us see ya."

Silence filled the church before they heard you unlock the door. Bo sits up in attention, his bright blue eyes glowing and scared. Lester's plays with his hands nervously, his brown eyes were mixing to a hazel. Vincent... to say he was nervous was an understatement; he was terrified of your next words and actions. You were the best thing to happen to this little pack.

When Bo looked up to see your face, he was horrified. His hand print marked your perfect skin, and he hated himself more when he saw your puffy and red eyes trying so hard to smile down at him.

He looked as if he was a child reaching up to he picked up by his parent when his hands reached for yours, and you took them. You stepped closer and hold his head against your stomach.

''M sorry, darlin," he murmurs against your pajama shirt. "'M so sorry."

You comb through his hair, closing your eyes, and felt Vincent's arms wrap around your shoulders, taking in your scent, and Lester's hands rubbing your arms gently. Feeling your boys around you always made you feel safe and special.

You four stay like that for a while until you break the silence. "Can I cuddle you before you three have to go out tonight? Please?"

And they're all for it. They walk with you back to the house, Lester taking off his shoes to give you so you don't have to walk over the stones. Vincent holding your hand while Bo follows behind, listening to you talk about your plans for tonight while they go on their hunt.

By the time all of you are back at the house, they head to your room, the room that you share with Bo, and get ready, letting you go under the covers first to get comfortable.

First, Lester crawls in, snuggling up to your left side. Second, Vincent holds you and Lester. Third and last, Bo joins on your right side, getting a side all to himself.

For a while, you stay silent, letting the birds sing and the marsh start its song again.

Bo litters your bruised face with soft, gentle kisses while you run your fingers through Lester's hair, him humming to the touches. Vincent is looking at you as if he's seeing you for the first time. Before long, he takes off his mask and kisses your jaw.

Before you know it, you're asleep between them once more. You're safe and loved from them, and that's all you need.

When you wake up, the only one there is Bo, and your resting your head against his chest. Warm arms wrap around you protectively as he looks up at the ceiling, lost in thought.

When you look up, you can see his first stages of transformation: large brown and soft wolf ears sticking out of his hair, his nails longer and sharper, his blue eyes turning to a deeper blue mixed with purple, small patches of fur littering over his body. He'll have to leave soon before the afternoon sun sets to join his brothers.

Mainly to make sure Lester is okay while during his transformation. It always hurts him the most, so he'll need some support from his two Alphas.

When he feels your eyes on him, he looks down with sadness mixing his eyes. "'M so sorry, darling," he whispers, scared to startle you. "Forgive me?"

"I'll forgive you if you promise to start reading those anger management books I gave you." Then you thought. "Or listen to some ASMR audios."

"I'll take the books, y/n." His voice was rougher and deeper as the day grew.

You snuggle into his shirt, feeling the warmth and his heartbeat against your skin. "Works for me." You look up at him. "I love you."

He brings your face up to his as he places a kiss on your lips. "I love you more, y/n."

[isa-ghost]

do u have death family headcanons....

NO FUCKING MAMES I HAD 14 OUT OF 15 DONE FOR THIS ASK AND THEN TUMBLR YEETED THEM. I'M GONNA SCREAM AND COMMIT MURDER, IDR THEM ALL. FUCK.

ANYWAY YOU BET YOUR GAY ASS I HAVE DEATH FAMILY HCS.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Family walks, Chayanne on Phil's shoulders and Lullah on Missa's. Or they do that thing where there's one kid between them and they take either hand and lift/swing them together.

Family gardening. Missa using his reaper scythe to harvest things, Chayanne and Lullah replanting seeds, Phil going full crow brain and hoarding all the harvested crops in crates.

The kids are Phil & Missa's biggest wingmen. Lullah will lead them somewhere and then be like "Oh. Oh nooo, oh noooo my asthmaaaa" and teleport away. And then suddenly there's Chayanne with a table for 2 and an entire kitchen setup with a dinner in progress.

They'll plot "relaxation" days for Phil and Missa too. It's a toss-up if either of them actually relax though. Missa's better at it than Phil at least.

No one cheered harder about the prison kisses than Chayanne and Lullah. They wish their dads a very "do it again. Often."

Phil and Missa are constantly conspiring together about cool things to do with/for the kids. Even when they're away from each other they'll write books leaving the other a message like "shhh don't tell the kids :)"

They'll also plan days Just for one of the kids where whatever the family does is centered around their interests. It's nice for them, because although they have mutual interests and are more than willing to do whatever the other wants, they still have unique interests and it can naturally get tiring being a package deal. Especially when so many of the other eggs are only children and get doted on by their parents with undivided attention

They get separation sadness a lot bc reaper duties and Phil's extremely deep sleep/vivid dreams keep them apart so often, but their little system of leaving gifts (Missa his paintings, Phil misc trinkets) for each other works. It's not as good as a hug or quality time though :(

Everyone's passing each other's accents to one another. Missa finds himself slipping up saying "bewk" (book) or some shit, meanwhile Phil keeps saying stuff with a Spanish accent because of Missa and Lullah and everyone keeps adopting German words into their vocabulary because of Chayanne.

Phil and Missa are both good at pvp, they love sparring with each other and teaching the kids. Chayanne is way more into it than Lullah, but Lullah loves to learn regardless, and she loves hearing Phil infodump about strategy and timing and whatnot.

Missa and the kids will team up and get Phil on one of his Philzaing rants. They'll be like "what do you MEAN you couldn't physically carry all three of us on a flight? :(" and there Phil goes, raving about how weight matters with flying and safety and blah blah blah. And he KNOWS they're getting a rise out of him most of the time. Yet he falls for it every time.

One day,, one day we'll get a 4/4 family build project,,, They want to do it do bad,, So far it's just been 3/4 make it and the 4th is delighted to be shown it by the kids whenever they're around again. (August 2024 Edit: KILLS MYSELF)

Phil and the kids have started half-purposely obtaining as many birds as they have bc it's funny to see Missa come back from reaper duties to MORE birds that he just has to accept live there now.

The kids love Phil's crow murder to death (pun intended) and are used to interacting with them. Missa not so much. Which has made for countless funny moments. He's still bewildered that they're so attuned to throwing something shiny at him and then aggressively cawing. He doesn't understand them like Phil can.

Something something the four of them having a seance together where Lullah taps into her medium abilities to communicate with Kristin bc Goddess of Death is part of the Death Family. She loves to tease Missa (usually about Phil) and she ADORES the kids.

[i-am-a-l0st-gh0st]

Secrets I have held in my heart- Lyney x Gn!reader- Part 2

Are harder to hide than I thought t/w- Angst comfort, dancing in the rain, fluffy lyney and girl boss Lynette Summary- Hear me out... The reader is lyneys friend in Fontaine who secretly has a massive crush on lyney, thinking those feelings are one-sided hence not telling him. They went to lyneys show, but then lyney took an audience member - a beautiful woman - for a trick which involved a little dance motion. That made the readers heart crush, as they sat in the dark audience seat with tears falling down from their eyes - their mind telling them they'll never ever be in place of that woman.Gn reader please!!! A/n- I maybe wanted to start doing Honkai Star rail Oneshots too! Would you guys enjoy that??

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Lynette pov

Y/n walked out the performance mid way through. It was unlike them to do that, usually they sat and watched all of his tricks no matter how cheesy. I turned to face lyney, he was basically flirting with the girl on stage. About a week ago he had comfessed to me his love for y/n and y/n had done the same. Both thought it was one sided. Freminent and I are the only ones who knows. It kills us both to watch them be so oblivious.

The show continues as normal and Lyney and I finish with a bow as he throws flowers into the crowd. He has everyone fauning over him, girls, boys and everyone in between. I just don't think he realises how much he likes y/n and how much they like him back.

"Well I'd say that show was pretty successful wouldn't you Lynette?"

"Well yes, apart from the fact y/n walked out mid performance."

"They walked out? I-i didn't notice?"

"You were to busy flirting with that lady on stage."

"How could I be so stupid."

"I don't know. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to make tea."

Y/n pov

You wrapped your jacket tighter around you, the rain and wind were equally unforgiving. Maybe you should just get up and go? What were you doing waiting here? Were you hoping that Lyney would come out and find you? That he would come and hug you? That he would tell you how much he loved you?

It was useless. Of course he didn't love you back. You felt angry at him. He had flirted with you so much to the point that you'd actually fallen for him, and when he found out he was going to throw you away.

The suddenly stopped, well above you atleast. "Would you happen to be needing one of these. You might freeze to death if you keep sitting here in the rain."

"Go away Lyney."

He seemed taken aback at your words, and his usual flirty tone stopped. "Y/n what's wrong? You can talk to me you know."

"Not about this Lyney."

"You know I'm going to get it out for you eventually."

Maybe it was just the rain dripping down your face but something tickled your cheek. He gently reached out his hand almost like picking up an Injured bird. He wiped away your tears and slightly smiled.

"Come on don't cry. What's there to cry about?" He grabbed both your hands. "Come dance with me."

"You know I can't dance Lyney."

"And? I can teach you."

Despite the cold nipping at you, you started to feel warm. He dragged you out from the cover of the umbrella. Lyney placed one hand on your waist and the other leading your hand to his shoulders. Your hands were interlocked and you could feel yourself getting warmer by the second.

"Now just follow my steps. Can you do that?"

"Yeah."

He moved so gracefully, just like on stage. Except he seemed more genuine. The smile on his face was so.... Handome. You felt your heart skip a beat. It wasn't fair that he could make you feel like this from just smiling.

You pulled away quickly not wanting to even look at him anymore. He looked like a sad, damp puppy.

"Please tell me. I hate seeing you like this."

"Well I hate seeing you flirt with every person you-" You stopped because you realised what you said.

"Your jealous?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"You are oblivious aren't you Lyney." Lynette was standing against a pole with he tea in hand.

"What are you taking about Lynette?"

She sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You both like each other."

You could see his face turn a bright red as he turned to face you. "You like me y/n?"

"I-i do."

"See there you both go." Lynette said.

He ran quickly towards you and embraced you in the tightest hug and his whispered in your ear. "And you never told me..."

"I thought you didn't like me."

"What gave you that impression?"

"You flirt with alot of people."

"Well...yeah I do but I only had eyes for you." He thought for a bit longer before saying, "May I kiss you."

"You may."

So he did.

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[rainbowsndshitig]

Mickey and Ian (Shameless, US): mornings before work (fluff)

A/n: Everyone seems to prefer the Ian and Mickey content so I figured why not? (Don't worry, I'm working up to other things than fluff)

It was around 4:50am, the sun just barely beginning to rise as birds began to wake and sing their songs of the morning, and mickey is standing at the kitchen counter of his and his husband's shared apartment making coffee.

They've both made the decision to go back to regular jobs, committing to a style of life that's more normal and less dangerous, more west side.

Everyday he wakes up just a little bit earlier than before the time Ian has to get up for work, so he can make breakfast and coffee for him, because he knows he'll be tired.

And every morning like clockwork Ian comes out of their bedroom, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and yawning, and comes up from behind to hug mickey and kiss his shoulder.

"How did you sleep?"

"Like I had the worlds greatest husband to wake up to, you?"

"First of all, shut your pie hole, second, it was fine." And Mickey smiles.

This banter will happen every morning without fail. They'll both get their cups of coffee and eat their breakfast, mickey will stand at the window staring out it at the tree watching the squirrels and Ian will stand with him (just to be supportive really) before he has to leave.

Mickey will kiss him at the door and will say something along the lines of "if anyone is a dick, lemme know and I'll fix it."

After Ian leaves, Mickey will go and lay back down for a little bit more sleep before he himself has to actually leave for work.

It isn't much but it's their life and they love it, they might not have it all together, but together they have it all.

[sleepingpillscosmos]

congratulations on your milestone! can i request

"you're..extremely red" "shut up" "like actually vermillion" "go to hell"

and

warming their hands by slipping them up the other's shirt and onto their back/stomach

for nanami please thank you <3

COLD MORNINGS — kento nanami

pairing: kento nanami x fem!reader.

warnings/content: nanami and reader live together. I think nothing else, let me know if I forgot anything.

wc: 1k.

requested: yes, by anon.

a/n: thank you so much! here it is the first of the event requests! I actually didn't resolve the problem with my computer, but I wanted to post so bad that I wrote with my phone [it was hell lol]. hope you enjoy!

prompts: "you're..extremely red" "shut up" "like actually vermillion" "go to hell" and warming their hands by slipping them up the other's shirt and onto their back/stomach.

Your eyes slowly opened once the cool breeze of the morning hit your skin, making it shiver. Still half asleep, you reached with your hand the side of the bed of your partner, searching for his warmth, but the only things you found were the still slightly warm covers of the bed. When you realized that Nanami wasn't still in bed with you, even if today was his free day, you puffed, pressing your head deeper in your pillow and covering yourself better with the covers, trying to fall asleep again. You even moved on the other side of the bed, but neither that worked.

You opened your eyes and looked at the clock on the bedside table, reading 9:00 am on the display. You puffed again. You remained on Nanami's side of the bed looking at the ceiling a little longer, until you heard some noise from the kitchen. You smiled and decided to get up.

You made your way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, where you saw Nanami in front of the stove, cooking your favorite breakfast and sipping his usual black coffee. You approached him, and once you were behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Kento, who heard you coming out of the bedroom and all the way to the kitchen, put his mug on the counter beside him and turned off the stove, then he turned to face you.

"Good morning dear." he reached your cheek with one of his hands, using his thumb to gently stroke your cheek, while the other hand rested on your hip. You mirrored his little smile, pressing your cheek harder into his palm, "Morning.".

"Did you sleep well?" he asked as he passed his hand through your hair, trying to fix the bird nest you had on your head. You nodded, sliding your arms around his waist again and resting your head on his chest, "Even though you weren't in bed with me when I woke up.".

He smiled softly at your complain, placing a kiss on top of your head, "Sorry.".

"It's not a problem, but it's your day off and you should have taken the opportunity to sleep more and get some rest." you said closing your eyes, enjoying the warmth of Nanami's embrace.

"I tried to, but I couldn't fall asleep again." he explained, "So I came here to make breakfast for us.".

You sighed contently. A long time passed since you could enjoy an entire day with Nanami, without having to worry about curses and such, so, even if he wasn't in bed to keep you warm this morning, you were more than happy.

Nanami could feel that your hands were cold through his shirt, so he interrupted the hug to take your hands in his to warm them. You stopped his movements with a frown on your face, tightening the embrace and burying your head deeper in his chest.

"Love, you literally have two popsicles instead of your hands." he stated tryingagain to pull away, but you stopped him for the second time, "they'll fall off if you don't let me warm them.".

You sighed, the last thing you wanted to do was leave his warmth, so after some seconds, you came up with something that could warm your hands while remaining embraced with your partner.

You slowly moved your hands, slipping them up Kento's shirt, and resting them on his muscular back. Your action made him shiver, not only because of your really cold hands, but also because to him it felt such an intimate gesture. Immediately, he felt his neck and face getting warmer.

You felt Nanami slightly tense at the contact of your hands with the skin of his back. You lifted your head to look at him, expecting to find an annoyed expression, but what you actually saw confused you.

"You're.. extremely red." you said, still a little confused, "Shut up.".

"Like actually vermillion." you teased him a little after realising the reason of his sudden blush.

"Go to hell" Kento rolled his eyes, interrupting your embrace to occupy himself with something else, trying to make the blush go away. He started to set the table for the both of you, while you watched him from your place leaned on the counter, with an amused expression on your face.

You moved again once Nanami was putting your meal on your plates. You hugged him from behind, and slipped your hands up his shirt once again.

"Stop that." he said firmly.

He didn't really want you to stop, he loved the feeling of your gentle touch on his skin. It was something uncommon for him, a feeling that only you could make him experience. But he wasn't ready for your teasing at 9 am on his day off.

"What? Why? You're the one who told me that my hands were falling off because they were too cold." you decided to play dumb, just to mess with him a little.

"You're unsufferable" he sighed, moving to put the plates on the table before taking a mug to pour you some coffee.

"You know, red looks really good on you" you said, trying not to laugh. Nanami looked at you annoyed. "Especially this beautiful and intense shade of red.".

"I'm throwing away your breakfast." he answered sternly. You grinned, "We both know you're not going to. You hate wasting food.".

"Well, then I'm going to eat mine and yours too." your eyes widened, the grin on your face was quickly replaced by a panicked expression.

Nanami turned his back to you, moving towards the table, smiling softly once he felt your arms warp around him, while you hurriedly muttered some apologises, which where muffled by his shirt, trying to convince him to not eat your breakfast.

[seekers-who-are-lovers]

Aahh! Finally, Bunshun released the short story about Yukiya’s two mothers, Fuyuki, and Azusa. Plus, the prologue of the fourth book, “The Empty Coffin,” where Yukiya embarks to study in Keisoin Academy and there he meets his classmates.

The short story, however, includes the incident where Yukiya and Yukichi got lost in the woods and a mysterious large bird saved them. It is here! (This is roughly Google-translated, but it is a start!)

Fuyuki was a cold-hearted, bitter, mean, but, above all, a loving woman.

She loved her son and trusted Azusa.

“If it were Azusa, she wouldn't do anything bad to my child, would she?”

It took a long time. Still, Azusa felt that Fuyuki’s real voice finally reached her.

Please take care of my child.

"Yes, that's right, Fuyuki-sama. Yukiya is our son.” Azusa said out loud as she walked.

"So please, Fuyuki-sama. Please protect Yukiya and Yukichi. Please let them go home safely.”

The moment she said that, she felt like the trees were swaying even though there was no wind.

One could see that the moon on the top of the tree was distorted in a strange way.

After a moment, the outline of the moon, which was pale and hazy, became clear and began to emit a sparkling light. With the big full moon on its back, a black silhouette was floating.

Azusa gasped as she fixed her eyes for a while.

It was an incredibly large shadow of a bird.

Even in the main residence of the North Family, where famous horses were gathered from all over the world, she had never seen anything with such a huge body. Azusa couldn't decide whether it was the same kind of species, it slowly approached her.

It landed leisurely in front of Azusa, who was standing up.

The moment it descended, Azusa's hair flew up under the wings.

When she saw it up close, it was still a ridiculously large crow.

She thought it was three times more than an ordinary Yatagarasu.

The black iron-like beak was sharp, and it should be scary, but strangely, it didn't feel like that.

The eyes directed at Azusa sparkled like crystals, and its feathers, even in the faint moonlight, gleamed with a hard, purplish-blue luster. Even without considering its size, there was something otherworldly about it, as if the very air around it was different.

Azusa, who was staring in astonishment, noticed that the crow was holding something in its beak.

What could it be? It looked like a basket.

Then, the large crow, having caught Azusa's gaze, gently placed it at her feet.

"Is this child your son?"

Unexpectedly, a high, clear voice like that of a young boy echoed.

Looking closer, she saw that her sons were sleeping inside a basket woven from wisteria vines adorned with flowers.

"Yukiya! Yukichi!”

She rushed over and clung to the basket as if to devour it.

Yukiya, who was covered in mud, was hugging his brother. Yukichi's eyelids were red and swollen, but neither of them seemed to be injured anywhere in sight.

“Don't worry. They're just sleeping for a bit, but they'll wake up soon. I'm sorry,” the large crow said clearly, tilting its head. “Because I hastily mended the barrier, they got caught in the gaps.”

Azusa was stunned because she didn't understand what the Yatagarasu meant, so he repeated it.

“It means that these children were stuck in a place where they couldn't get out on their own. It's my fault, so please don't scold them.”

Azusa nodded in a daze.

"Are you … Yamagami-sama's servant?"

"...Well, something like that."

"Thank you for helping my sons."

“It was originally my fault. When these children grow up, there may come a time when we meet again. They are good children. Raise them with care.”

After saying that, the big karasu rolled his wings and flew away. Once again, the moon distorted. In the blink of an eye, as if it were an illusion, the great crow melted into the sky and disappeared.

I am crying. The story of Fuyuki, Azusa and Yukimasa is heartbreaking. Fuyuki, like Yukiya, hated her side of the family and the nobles. Oryo, her mother, was a former courtesan at the pleasure district it took long enough for her to be accepted in the family until she produced three children with Lord Genya. Every motivation here is politics.

Yukimasa, like we all know, was an opportunist, who took advantage of Fuyuki’s feelings. What Yukiya feels toward his father is justified and yet he has grown up rational enough to see how his stepmother and brothers treat him and love him as if he is their own full flesh and blood.

[historicalvandal]

I'm so glad I found your blog! Can I please get some drabble? Proximus,Ceaser, the sunset trio (noa,soona, and anaya) and anyone else you want to add with a human reader that started following them one day. The human is very hard to catch if she doesn't want to be caught, talk, or be seen and will defend herself if cornered. Brings "gifts," bones, shiny rocks, or food if in a good mood. Hope you feel better! Saw your last post. Ignore if you need to, sending hugs 🤗

I'm glad you found me too! I'm excited to write for people! As you can possibly tell from all of my postings about PoTA rn haha- Ofc you can have some drabbles! I'll write a few drabbles for Koba, Caesar, Proximus and the sunset trio for ya!

Proximus Caesar ; The first time he met you was when he took a small trip with his guards, taking it upon himself to do more kingly activities, that being hunting, he'd have been possibly hunting for a new pet when he heard about a certain human causing some mayhem who just couldn't be captured at all and who was supposedly very aggressive once backed up into a corner, even Sylva had gotten hurt by such a tiny human, this of course piqued Proximus' interest, so when he enters the forest in which you usually roamed and came face to face with you, you displayed...curiosity, perhaps this wasn't the human he was told about? But he was wrong, because as soon as he had asked Sylva to capture you, you bit Sylva's hand causing the gorilla to lose a nice chunk of flesh from his hand, his blood covering your mouth, as you spit out the flesh you'd ripped out onto the muddy ground, eyes on Proximus as his gaze lingered on your face. You ended up following him out of curiosity, as he went through the forest, sticking to the shadows, but he could smell your scent in the air, and he more or less ordered Sylva and Lightning to leave him be for some time, once the two had left Proximus alone, he set up waiting patiently for you to come out of the brush and shrubbery of the forest, not expecting you to drop down from the high branches above him, nearly landing on the back of his horse behind him, stalking around him slowly, before holding out your closed hand, Proximus glanced at the hand offered to him and he held his hand out, palm open, you reached forward and dropped a bird skull into his hand followed by a shiny pebble, a small river stone, you looked up at Proximus and opened your mouth to speak, just one word, but it had him hooked, "King." To be fair with you, it wasn't necessarily the best idea to be hanging around Proximus, but you couldn't help yourself, following after him, his shadow, thought of as a pet, but you never seemed to mind, you'd bring him the shiny stones you'd find and of course small animal bones, but feathers were a favourite of yours to give him, he never seemed to mind having these small trinkets, he actually incorporated some of the shiny stones into his outfit, a few feathers weaved into an arm band, all in all he has a new pet and they're very much his favourite for all the small things they do, but mostly how they'll always bring something back when they go out at night.

Koba ; With Koba he'd hate that you follow him around, leave gifts in his nest, even bring him food, but he somewhat understands why you are combative, hate being cornered and refuse to talk when you feel overwhelmed, he'd have first met you in the red woods, on a hunting trip alone, hearing yelping and aggressive hooting, he'd be under the impression an ape had gotten themselves lost and in danger, possibly going to help and finding you facing off against a predator bigger then you, then he wouldn't want to help, but as soon as you notice him you had already used your teeth and bare hands to beat the predator bloody, vanishing up into a tree quickly and out of sight after a staring match between you two. However Koba runs into you more and more, and slowly gets used to seeing you, what he doesn't get used to is you following him back to the colony, he hadn't wanted you to follow or even be accepted into the colony, but Caesar had welcomed you upon the insistence of some apes who had seen you driving predators away from the colony, once accepted you choose to follow Koba, he'd been more or less aggressive and mean to you, but you still followed and soon he got used to calling you shadow other then human, you start leaving river stones in his nest, birds you'd practically mauled to death as a food type gift and you even left ripped up cloth to make his nest more comfortable, he'd catch you one night nudging a necklace you'd made with two other female apes into his nest, nearest to some pelts you had acquired, then he didn't have the heart nor anger to drive you off, and you ended up sleeping beside his nest that night, now he wears the necklace.

Caesar ; He first came into contact with you when you wandered unknowingly into ape territory, you had ran right into the middle of Malcolm and his team first being there in the red woods, and had even bitten Carver in attempts of stopping him from killing Ash and Blue eyes, causing the colony to be alerted to the sounds of shouting and when Ash had been shot, Caesar had heard of a human living nearby, had heard of how aggressive they had been to many others, mainly to humans, but hadn't moved to do anything against the feral human in the forest, since they usually kept predators and other humans at bay, so in thanks for you driving off Malcolm's group, and saving Ash and Blue eyes from being hurt further, also upon the good word both young teens had put in for you and from Rocket himself, he accepted you into the colony, you integrated well at first but never spoke much, always sticking to Caesar's side whenever permitted to do so. Like Koba he'd notice that things were being left at his nest, at some point even a dead buck had ended up near his nest, you take to leaving things you make so he can wear them, he notices your craftsmanship and wears the band you had made that would hook around his arm, the necklace you had made proudly displayed, set with beads and small river stones and a lot of feathers, you even taking to wearing a band around your own bicep and a simpler version of the necklace.

The sunset trio ; The three had accidentally run into you on their first meeting, noticing you as the echo who had been sneaking around the clan and stealing food, Noa had been the one to notice you'd been doing it because you were injured at the time, still it somewhat frustrated the three, they ran into you out in the forest when they were berry picking, you peeked out of the bushes, the thorns from the blackberry bush ripping into your skin and tangled in your hair, Soona had been the first to reach out, and you seemingly were fine with it despite them all hearing stories of your penchant to bite, the three managed to get you untangled, not even saying thank you, you rushed off into the shrubbery, swinging up into the trees with practised perfection, vanishing from view, or so they thought, you followed them above, staying a few paces behind, they caught sight of you again once you had gotten to the natural edge of the forest, hopping from the trees to stand and watch them, this time Anaya was the one to reach out to you, joined by Soona and slowly joined by Noa, they held out their hands with the want to at least bring you to a healer to get your wounds seen too, and you reached out too, speaking to them, voice ragged from going without use for some time, "Hurt..Help- please" Once integrated into the clan you opened up slowly, spending more and more time with the trio, taking to making necklaces, bracelets, arm bands, satchels too, all things learned from Noa's mother, you'd nonchalantly leave gifts in their nests, only growing closer as they started to make gifts in return for you. Okayyy! I have finished these drabbles- I hope these are okay! and hope they bring a smile to your face, sorry for taking a hot second to write this all out! Thanks for the request! <33

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 9: Mission Part 2

Gifs by azertyrobaz - din-jarring

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Fortunately, no one was hit by the bullet. Hugo hit Alejandro and then they started to fight. You and Caroline looked at them, panicked, wondering what to do.

"Ale!" Orlando burst into the room. "What the hell is going on? Get out of here," he shouted  you two and pushed you out of the room then shut the door.

"Caz, let's go," you said, pulling her away.

"Where are we going?"

"They know, I found out the place, I told them," you said in a whisper. Caroline was surprised.

Too much noises coming from behind the door.

"You're leaving now," she said suddenly.

"What? What are you talking about?"

"He'll kill you if they find out, he almost did."

"You're coming too," you insisted. "You can't stay here. I know you're doing it for your brother, but look what he's done to you, this is no way to live."

"Y/N, look, if they find out you saw the papers, they'll kill us both, so-"

Caroline stopped. "I have to go somewhere, you go downstairs now! Try kitchen door to get out.”

"No-"

"Go!"

Caroline pushed you as hard as she could. You didn't understand a word, but she was right, it was only a matter of time before Hugo says you touched the papers.

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“Yes, don't worry, the girls are fine. There was a fight.”

Javi took a deep breath, bit his lips. His heart almost stopped.

“Okay, go ahead, keep us informed,” Steve said, turning off the radio. “Come on, Jav.”

Javi nodded. Then he ran after him.

“Sir, we found it!” One of the cops yelled.

Javi and Steve ran faster. As soon as they entered the greenhouse, they looked around. The cops were already investigating.

Luckily they have found what they wanted.

“They hid all the cocaine under the saplings,” the man said. “Inside the soil.”

Steve and Javi looked at each other with relief and sighed.

“That's how the bastards spread it.”

“So they could distribute it all over the area like they were selling only saplings.” Javi was still panting. “Fuckin clever.”

“Let's check other areas, there must be more,” Steve said.

Javi nodded.

They approached the fence, but it locked with chains, when suddenly armed men opened fire at them. Javi and Steve fired back, got them all.

“They must have heard the gunshots,” Javi said worriedly.

“Then it’s time to raid the house,” Steve said.

Javi shot at the chains and kicked the gate down.

They had also instructed the police team to search the greenhouse thoroughly before proceeding to the house. Javi and Steve were accompanied by two cops.

"Still no word from Morales?

"No, useless fucker."

As they got closer to the house, you manage to sneak into kitchen then run for the greenhouse where Javi supposed to be, but you were having a hard time in your high heels.

"Stop!"

Hugo yelled from behind you, coming towards you, furious. As you turned to look at him, you lost your balance and fell to the ground. The bug fell out of your bra too. Hugo came running and grabbed your hand as you tried to grab it with all your strength but he saw it.

"You bitch!" He hit you hard and you lost your balance and fell again.

Then he grabbed your throat. You couldn't breathe.

"I'm going to rip your thin neck off!"

You ran out of breath as his strong fingers pressed against your neck and no matter how hard you struggled, it was futile.

Suddenly, several shots rang out and blood splattered on your face from the holes on Hugo's chest. You could barely breathe as his hands released your throat and his body fell down to the ground. You began to cough but every cough gave you massive pain, moaning.

As you lay there, you saw his face upside down, looking at you with much concern.

Javi...

He immediately grabbed you and took your face in his hands, for some reason he shook your shoulders, it took a while for you to understand what he was saying. It was like a murmur. Then he hugged you tightly, pressing your head to his chest, and you felt yourself come back to life and your ears started to hear again.

"I'm sorry I'm late, please tell me you're okay!"

Steve crouched down too. He touched Javi's shoulder.

"Javi, calm down, let her breathe."

"I'm fine," you said in a whisper.

Steve rubbed your shoulder. "She's fine, look at her."

Javi took a deep breath. He wiped the blood from your face with his fingers then wiped his hands on his pants.

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"What the fuck is going on? How dare you break into my house?” Orlando growled then realized Hugo’s body lying in pool of blood.

“And you killed my nephew!"

Steve stood up and stepped in front of you and Javi, his gun pointed in that direction.

"We've taken over the greenhouse, it's time to surrender Orlando don’t you think?"

"You stay here and don't move, okay?" Javi said to you, then he stood up and stayed still in front of you, also pointed his gun at them.

"Are you out of your mind? You think we're going to let you get out of here alive? There are too many of us. Don’t try to fuck with us!”

As he spoke, his armed men slowly began to surround you all.

“But I'll offer you a deal, whoever shot Hugo, give him to us. Now! Then maybe I can let some of you go.”

They were heavily outnumbered and outgunned.

"Come on, you can't fight with us!"

“Fuck,” Javi growled.

Steve and Javi looked at each other worriedly, they hadn't expected this.

"What are we going to do, Jav?"

"We can retreat to the greenhouse where we can regroup and try to hold out until another backup arrives."

“Fuck this man,” Steve reloaded his gun.

Then Javi picked you up from the ground, holding your hand tight.

"Whatever happens, stay right behind me, okay?”

You nodded, wondering just how much worse things could get.

“Come on, you can't get out of here and no one can come to help you, you picked the wrong night,” he said and then started laughing out loud.

“Now give me my nephew's killer or I'll kill you all!”

Javi counted the bullets in his gun and in the pockets of his vest, it was almost impossible to fight them in such small numbers.

They were cornered.

He gripped your hand tightly and pulled it behind his back. They had no choice, they had to fight their way to the greenhouse. He and Steve exchanged a look, it was like soldiers looking at each other before jumping on an enemy soldier, even though they were sure they were going to die.

In the midst of all this chaos, you don't know how things could have gotten any more complicated, but just then something happened that made things even more confusing. Several military helicopters approached the area from the air.

Neither side was expecting reinforcements and both sides were confused. Javi and Steve ran backwards as a helicopter descended to land, Orlando didn't give any orders to his men, his mouth was open wide.

"What the fuck?"

The helicopter was descending while some soldier rapelling from it.

Orlando got scared and lowered his gun.

Javi knew this helicopter.

"Fucking Berna."

Soon he appeared himself.

"How did I look? Did I look like a fucking hero?"

He jumped out of the helicopter with his famous laugh.

"Shouldn't you have come earlier?" growled Javi.

"Peña, I never wanted to come because I know Orlando enough, but he ordered me to. How could I resist?"

"Who?"

"Father?" Your eyes were wide open because you got surprised as you saw your father step out of the helicopter in his army uniform.

You weren't the only one, Javi and Steve looked at each other with surprise too.

Your father, the Minister of Defense, threw a glance at all of you and then approached to Orlando. He frowned as he looking around, not reacting to Hugo's body though.

Berna was looking at you meanwhile. "You really can't stay out of trouble, can you, little bird?" He grinned wickedly.

You frowned, weren’t in the mood for jokes right now.

"José Orlando Henao Montoya, I am arresting you and everyone here by the authority given to me by the Colombian government. Your crimes, drug trafficking, homicide, kidnapping, etc., the list is long and I don't have time, so I'll tell you the most important crime. The crime of detaining and apparently injuring the daughter of the Defense Minister of the Colombian government. That's me."

"You brought the Defense Minister's daughter to my house!"

Orlando shouted at Alejandro.

"I didn't know, Dad, I swear."

"You fucking idiot!"

"Capture them all and take them wherever necessary, shoot those who resist," he ordered the soldiers.

"I liked his style," Steve said to Javi. 

Then he came to you, his eyes moving from you to Javi to Steve.

"Agent Murphy, Agent Peña," he nodded and then looked at you. "Is my stubborn daughter okay?"

You nodded and hugged him. "I'm fine, Dad, I'm sorry, Dad."

He patted you on the back with his hand. "Thank God you're okay."

Then he looked at Javi and Steve.

"Good job, Probably none of this would have worked if you haven't got the coke. And thanks for protecting my daughter."

“Yes, sir.”

"Yes, sir," Javi smiled, blinked at you.

Your father realized that, and as grateful as he was, he didn't like it.

"Let's get you to the hospital and then we'll go home," he said, examining your neck.

You nodded, you were already very tired. But you hated to have to leave Javi, for now.

Caroline was one of those arrested, but she was released because she was the one who called your father and she had to. Her brother was going to stay in jail for a while because he was the cartels driver.

The next day you were feeling better, the bruises on your neck were obvious but didn't hurt much, there was a bruise on your cheekbone and a little on your chest too. Fighting for your life in Hugo's hands, all you could think about was the fear of not being able to see Javi anymore, you have never been so close to dying.

But now, today, Javi were gonna fly to Bogotá and then to his homeland. You would be completely separated from him, and that hurts you more than any physical injury.

“Aren't you going to say goodbye to him?”

You were lying on the couch in the living room, lost in thought. You didn't even realize your father had come to you.

“What?”

He sat on the coffee table.

“If you want to say goodbye to him, I'll take you to.”

Your father suddenly decided to be a caring father. 

“Why would you do that?”

“Come on, I know I haven't always been the father who approves everything, but I can see that you love him. And that he- Anyway, I thought it would be easier to start fresh if you’d say goodbye to him.”

"A fresh start?"

As if it were possible.

"You're not going to mourn him or anything right?"

You didn't answer, you looked away.

"Look Y/N, I don't want to say anything because you've been through a lot lately, but you have to forget him, you can't be together anyway. He's not coming back. It's better to try to forget. You will do it for yourself."

His words hurt you more, you couldn't stop the tears from flowing.

"Honey, don't do this, you're still young. It scares me, you weren't like this before you met him, you need to avoid what isn't good for you. You can't stay here anyway, Cali isn't safe anymore."

Suddenly you frowned and turned to him.

"What did you say? What does that mean?"

"Orlando was just the beginning, the North Valley is crowded, I don't want you in the middle of it anymore. I'm the one who helped the Cali Cartel in the first place to protect my own but it was a huge mistake. So I'm thinking of retiring, and you'll be in a place where you'll be happier and safe."

"Oh, you're making decisions for me again?"

"If it keeps you alive and happy, yes."

"I don't understand, where will I be? Where will you send me?"

"Santa Marta," he said, and then he waited for you to got it.

You were surprised when you suddenly realized what he meant.

"You're not going to tell me to marry Felipe again, are you?"

"He's a good man, he'll do everything you want, you'll be comfortable, he promised me and I'll make sure he keeps his promise, I won't leave you alone."

"It's not a marriage, it's an agreement!"

"It's what's best for you. You can do whatever you want there, Felipe and his family will take good care of you. And most importantly, there will be no more danger. I just don't want to see you get hurt anymore!"

“Father, please don't ask me to marry a man I'm not in love with.”

“I wasn't in love with your mother either, but we had respect and careness for each other, I know it sounds ridiculous to you now, but in the future you will understand what I mean.”

You shook your head. “No I will never understand, I will never love him.”

“Even if you think that now, one day you will thank me.”

You never wanted to believe that.

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"I tried to help him, but I couldn't," your father stated firmly while watching television.

Javi was on TV, It has been two days since he’s gone to Bogotá, and when you saw him you realized how much you missed him.

“Every victory on narcos was really just a precursor to disappointment. Every time the DEA makes a dent in the drug trade, something happens to make sure that everything returns to normal. New bad guys pop up, or the old ones are let off easy.

So Javi goes the route of the rebel. He does an interview with a local news station exposing the president's willingness to take cartel money and the United States government's willingness to let it happen.” Entertainment Weekly

Javi was about to hand in his resignation when Steve stopped him and suggested that it would be good for him to take a break. Javi did what he said.

He started his new life with his father, but he didn't expect it to be this hard. All the time you spent together, your memories haunted him. He felt like a piece of his heart have stayed in Colombia.

He did every physically demanding job his father gave him so he wouldn't have time to think too much.

The pace of his old job was gone, he'd lost it with you. Luckily, he and Steve would meet up once in a while and hang out. Steve was still a DEA agent, but in the States. And he kept telling Javi he had to get back to work. But there was still time.

‘What happened to you over there?’

One afternoon, Javi and his father were sitting on the porch, drinking beer.

Javi had heard this question from his father before. When he came home after Escobar, and now he was back again, but this time it was different.

‘I'm the same guy, pops.’

‘No, you're not.’

Javi sipped his beer without looking at him.

‘I guess it's a matter of the heart. I've seen you like this before, but this time it's odd. You work harder than ever, you're avoiding everyone, you don't smoke. You haven't even glanced at the girls your aunt arranged.’

Javi sighed. But decided to open up himself to his father.

‘I loved someone I shouldn't have. Someone that I have no right to ask to be with me.’

‘You didn't tell her how you feel?’

‘What difference if I do, she's a princess and I'm her bodyguard.’

‘You left your corazón there.’

Javi was looking at the beer bottle and playing with it, yeah, that's how he feels.

‘If you really love her and you’re sure about that she loves you, you must fight for your love, my son.’

His father patted Javi's shoulder before he went to bed. Javi preferred to think deeply in the darkness of the night.

---

Few weeks later....

"I can't believe we're graduates now!"

Even if you weren't as excited as Caroline, you were happy too.

"We finally can start a business," you said, putting your diploma in your bag.  Caroline noticed there was no excitement in your voice.

"Come on, cheer up. You coming to the party tonight?"

"No, Caz, I’ll pass."

“Cos everyone's coming with their boyfriends, right? But you've got a fiancé now."

You rolled your eyes.

Fiancé.

You hated that word.

"Speaking of which," she said.

You both realized Felipe coming up with flowers. You were already angry with him. Being nice made you angrier.

"Congratulations."

"Thank you."

‘Tonight-’

“No, I'm not going to the party, please don't ask.’

“Oh, no, I wasn’t, I know you're not going, I was going to say...’

It was really annoying that he couldn't say what he was going to say.

“I was wondering if you'd like to have dinner with my family. My mum complains that she never gets to spend time with you.’

You rolled your eyes, mother-in-law, yes, she was the missing piece of your life.

“Sure.”

After Felipe left, - you didn’t want him to give a ride- you both went to Caroline’s house.

His mother invited you. She baked a cake for you. You couldn't refuse.

"Have you heard from him?"

You were shocked by the question. She asked even though she knew your eyes would tear up.

"Come on, Y/N. Don't be sad over someone who left you."

"Caz, please."

"I don't want to see you sad anymore."

"I can't help it."

“You're getting married in two weeks. Forget about him. It'll be easier. Your dad's right. He wants what's best for you.”

You stood up. "Tell your mum I'm grateful for the cake," you said and left.

Caroline was starting to sound like your father. Maybe they were right. Maybe you’re the problem. But they can’t expect you go back to normal, they just can’t.

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"Then we'll decide on the furniture. Time is ticking but we can manage. Besides, we still have to go shopping for the wedding dress, right, Y/N?"

You looked up and saw everyone at the table looking at you.

“Excuse me, what was that again?”

“The wedding dress,” she was very excited. "We haven't chosen it yet.”

"You should choose. I’m sure you have good taste, señora" you said.

Felipe's mom was shocked but then she laughed weirdly.

"You're a joker, you."

They were all laughing, and you joined in with a fake smile.

When she started talking more, you wanted to bang your head on the table. You always tried to hide your emotions, but Felipe tells your father about everything.

He was worried. This night where you currently sulking while they talk much about wedding. Still trying hard to hide your emıtions but they preferred the restaurant with live music. And the singer started singing romantic songs.

Oh no...

You managed to hide your emotions until she sings that song.

Oh, my man I love him so

He'll never know

All my life is just despair

But I don't care

When he takes me in his arms

The world is bright, all right

What's the difference if I say

I'll go away

When I know I'll come back on my knees some day?

For whatever my man is

I am his forever more…

All of a sudden, all those feelings you'd kept inside until now seemed to come rushing out of your chest. You couldn't hold back your tears any longer and let them flow. You were having difficulty breathing as your sobs accompanied them.

Everyone in the restaurant started to look at you.

Great!

When Felipe approached you, you pushed him away and stood up, just wanted to run away.

That's why you avoided places where play romantic songs, at least when you were with other people.

Because they usually acted like you are crazy.

 ‘You love someone else, don't you?’

Felipe came after you, sad to see you crying on the terrace, but angry at the same time.

You looked at him but turned your head away.

‘If I say yes, will you stop marrying me?’

‘Why should I?’

‘Maybe because I don't love you.’

Felipe took a deep breath. ‘It doesn't matter, I love you, and I'll make you happy, believe me. I'll make you forget him.’

Suddenly you realized you were laughing and crying at the same time, wondering how much longer you possibly could stand this shit.

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The song:

[clubdionysus]

[BAD DECISION #47] Time Out

warnings: the bd lovers doing what they do best: being in luv!! cute date, lots of throwbacks to earlier chapters <33

notes: u can really tell jungkook is my muse bc I'm always so inspired by the content released of him, and the back photo was no different!! soz jimin for cropping u, still luv u tho <3

wc: 4.7K

bd total wc: 540k (ongoing)

AO3 | MASTERLIST | MINORS DNI

Two and half million people call this city their home; hang their washing on lines, walk over the cracks in the pavement, rush through the downtown areas with americanos in hand and smiles on their faces, while they gossip with their friends.

They'll whisper about the latest drama at their workplaces, stories told like folklore, repeated and reimagined a dozen times over. These whispers spread like wildfire; blaze the city with what it means to be alive.

And yet as you and Jeongguk lay on your backs, blankets beneath you, punnets of strawberries and packets of breadsticks to the side, there's no intrusion of anyone else.

Sure, the whir of delivery moped motors rattle a few floors down, and every now and again a jet takes off from the military base for routine laps, but neither of you notice.

There's a city of stars inside Jeongguk; dreams and ambition. Hopes, fears - ones you know, and ones you don't. You could get lost down his roadmaps, and yet always find your way back home.

"See," he says with a smile as he points towards a peach cloud that's lazily tailing across the dusky blue sky. "That's the tail right there. You're just looking from the wrong angle."

"Where?" You laugh right back, head resting midway down his chest. The birds that fly overhead would think you're in a 'T' formation, if they had any understanding of the Latin alphabet.

He's been trying to convince you for a good few minutes that the cloud is shaped like a dragon, but you just can't see it how he does. Looking at the same sky, yet seeing different things.

It's sort of always been that way with you too. Different understandings of the world, and different ways of communicating these understandings. Neither one of you are right, nor wrong. Just different.

The hand of Jeongguk's that isn't pointing to the sky rests by your head, not really doing much. Strokes your hair, occasionally. Scratches your scalp like you're a little puppy. Mostly just holds the top of your head, as if he's protecting your mind from thinking too hard. There's a little bit of dried paint on his fingers, but nothing that bothers you. If anything flakes off, it'll just be washed straight out that evening when you eventually shower.

"Right there," he laughs, chest vibrating hard enough to make your head shake.

There's a safety that comes with Jeongguk; how his palms gently stroke your skin, keeping you close, always. A simplicity, too, in how nothing ever feels too difficult.

In fact, the hardest part of being with Jeongguk like this is the fact that you can't let yourself give in to your emotions; how you want to show him how deeply your affections for him run.

Sex has always been a tool, in that regard. A helping hand. A facilitator of your feelings.

And while you miss the intimacy you're used to sharing with him, it's undeniable that a new, uncharted , form of intimacy is forming.

The clouds drift on by. New shapes greet you just for long enough for the pair of you to dispute what they are, before departing once more. Fleeting and frivolous, the conversations you're engaging in mean nothing at all, and that's one of the things you like about time spent with Jeongguk; how nothing becomes something.

With time, much like your feelings for Jeongguk, the sunset deepens. Grows darker, but not in such a way it invokes fear – more so in the way it embraces you like a warm hug. Welcomes you back. Hides you from the world.

There's still some colour to the sky, and you want to preserve it. Could just take a picture – but you've got so much leftover paint. It's a no-brainer. Only issue is, you've used all the canvases.

Your only option, it would seem, is to use Jeongguk's back.

And who is he to stand in the way of your creative vision?

He lies on his front, arms folded beneath his cheek that's resting upon them. Shirt discarded, his skin is yours to adorn in whatever you like. Eyes closed, there's not exactly anything for him to be looking at – not when you're straddled across his back, out of sight. Why would he care to look at anything other than you? Would only be a waste.

With a knee on either side of his hips, your hands trace over his back gently, assessing how you want to paint him. Part of you doesn't want to do it all; wants to leave his skin pristine.

The broadness of his back is no sudden surprise. You've left marks down the valley of his spine more times than you care to remember. Have left evidence of your lips between his shoulder blades. Pressed dainty littles from the of his tattoo sleeve up to the nape of his neck. Adored. Appreciated. Valued. Worshipped.

But even now, there's something about his body that destroys your mind. It's just atoms. A cluster of cells. A little stardust – and yet he's like a constellation yet to be discovered. They'll honour you. Name him after you. Your big astrological finding; Your Jeon Jeongguk. Tie you to him endlessly. Forever.

The concept of Jeongguk being 'forever' is not new to you. In fact, his permanence has been steadily established over the course of your friendship.

It's just that 'forever' and 'yours' hadn't ever seemed like a real possibility back then.

But now they do.

Articulating such thoughts so early on in the whole dating thing would be naïve and premature, so you keep your mouth shut – but you do also lean down and press a soft kiss to the top of his spine.

"Doesn't feel like paint," he mumbles, a smile on his pretty lips.

"It is," you insist.

"Oh, well in that case," he says, turning his head a little more intentionally to rest his chin on the top of his shoulder. Eyes still closed, there's a sweetness to him whenever his like this; skin dewy, stars hidden. "You missed a bit."

"Did I really?" You simper, leaning a little closer. Let your nose nudge down against his. When your lips are close enough to touch, you whisper, "Where?"

"Right," he husks, pressing his lips up to yours. It's slow. Pastel compared to how brightly he makes you feel. Gentle. "Here."

And even though the kisses are tiny, unable to accurately convey the weight of your feelings for him, Jeongguk knows exactly how you feel. Know that when you first met him, the idea of affection displayed in such a way would send you running for the hills – and now you're the one keeping him locked in place as you straddle his back.

"I'll never get bored of this," he admits. "Never."

"It's only been two dates."

"So? Gimmie two hundred. I'll be saying the same."

"You're so dumb," you giggle as you sit back up, the butterflies in your stomach doing their utmost to let you know they're alive and kicking. Are so violent beneath your ribs that it's a miracle they don't crack one. Wouldn't matter even if they did – Jeongguk'd just it better.

"Determined," Jeongguk counters, that serene smile still on his lips, piercing glimmering in the low light of sunset.

The skies are fading from cherry blossom pink to periwinkle grey, and soon enough they'll be as dark as the lashes splayed across the top of Jeongguk's cheeks. The stars will appear like the freckles on his skin, and it'll be even harder to resist him.

For now, though, you focus on emulating the gradient of the sky, gently dipping one of the brushes into the paint set out especially for this. Your little canvases are dry now, Jeongguk's annoyingly better than yours. You did three tiny paintings each, all with different prompts. No bigger than your palms, they were finished quickly.

The first prompt was a little abstract: paint how the other person makes you feel.

You'd gone with gradients of pink for a background, and a little disco ball in the middle. He'd gone for a starry night sky.

The second was far more direct: your favourite feature of one another.

It had been a struggle for you both to decide on just one feature, and Jeongguk totally cheated by drawing a little stick person and claiming it was you.

But you had cheated too – a teeny black dot.

"Freckle," you'd stated plainly, and when asked which one, you'd grinned and said, "All of them."

The third and final canvas had been the most complex of them all: your favourite memory together.

You spent longer deliberating it than actually drawing it. Settled on Busan; Gwangalli Bay and the infamous bridge that runs across it. Jeongguk couldn't help his smile when he realised what you were creating. Made him feel all kinds of fucked up seeing his forever home painting his childhood home.

When he finally showed you his, you were a little confused.

It was his bed, that much was certain, a flock of paper birds above it.

No distinct memory tied to it, or so you think, until he sheepishly admitted, "I just... Those birds changed everything. Who knows where we would have ended up without them? They're my favourite memory 'cause they cleared the path for the rest of our memories to follow."

"You don't think we would have ended up here regardless?" You had teased, as if it weren't entirely plausible.

Jeongguk had shrugged. Pulled you onto his lap. Kissed you with such intent it felt like you were melting into the warmth of his embrace. "Think you stole so much oxygen from me during that first kiss, that you might have damaged my brain a little in the process. Haven't been able to think straight since then, unless I'm thinking about you."

"I can steal more, if you like?" you'd grinned against his lips. "Make sure you never stop thinking about me."

"B, I don't think that's anything you ever need to worry about," Jeongguk had whispered. "Think I'm gonna be stuck on you until the day I die."

"Morbid."

"Honest."

"Why are we even torturing ourselves?" You'd whined beneath laboured breaths and little kisses, hips languidly grinding against his. "I'll give you forever – just fuck me. Please ."

His hips had picked up as much pace as they could in his position, one of his large hands coming to clasp your wrists behind your back. Still straddling him, you relinquished control as he angled you further back, exposing the wanton look of unadulterated desire on your face as he rutted up against you.

"They're gonna think we're fucking," Jeongguk grunted, nodding to the high-rise towers across the street from your mid-rise apartment. There's an easy twenty floors that look down upon your rooftop.

"Let them."

"Gonna think you're taking my cock," he'd husked, well aware of how thick the bulge in his trousers was. "Gonna think you're bouncing on it like a pretty little slut, aren't they?"

"You want that? Want people to see me getting fucked?"

With a shake of his head, he'd said, "Nah. Want people to see you getting fucked by me . Want them to know exactly who this pussy belongs to."

"You don't own shit."

"Why can I feel how wet you are then, if it's not mine?"

"Basic biology, baby," you'd teased, 'cause you'll never give him the satisfaction of an easy victory. You know that Jeongguk is competitive, and the fair sport in him will always enjoy having to work a little harder for an honest win. "You never go to school?"

"Clearly you didn't," Jeongguk smirked right back, enjoying the bratty side of you he doesn't see as often as he'd really like. You're always a pain in his ass, but something about it when you're in a position like this just really gets him going. "Lacking basic discipline."

"So punish me," you'd flirted. "Show me how you want me to behave."

"Address me properly first."

"We've had this fight before," you reminded him, quietly enamoured by the predictability of it. He's a Virgo, after all. Stuck in his ways. Disciplined . You guess it's why he gets off on topics of conversation like this – order, rules , and the desperate need to stick to them. You don't mind the flirt. What gets him riled up will always, inevitably, have the same effect on you. Just a by-product of how hopelessly infatuated you are. "You don't wanna go down this path."

" Properly ," he'd reinforced.

Fine , you thought.

"So punish me, Sir ."

"Better – but you're in no position to be giving orders." He'd gripped your wrists even tighter. Pulled your posture straighter. Had you gasping a little. "Ask nicely, baby."

"Please," you'd husked, giving in to him because – fuck . " Please punish me, Sir."

Tilting his head to the side, Jeongguk had smirked. Shrugged. "Fine." Kissed you softly, then loosened his grip. Manoeuvred you off his lap.

Adjusted his throbbing cock beneath the confines of his pants, then said, "You're in detention."

"What?" You'd exclaimed, staring at him with wide eyes and an even wider mouth.

"Time out, whatever you want to call it."

The flippancy of his remarks and sudden disinterest wound you up to no avail. You knew it was intentional, and still, you let it. Couldn't help but play right into his little game.

"Under what grounds?!"

"For talking back to a superior-"

"A superior?!"

"There you go again, baby," he'd smirked, reaching for your hand to give it a little squeeze (and check that you weren't really annoyed). "Just extended that time out."

"Oh, you are gonna rue the day you-"

"Extended again," he'd laughed, pulling you closer despite your protests – but when he kissed you, all you could do was give in. You wanted him so badly it hurt . He'd laughed, mumbling into your lips, "You never learn, do you baby? So bratty. So cute."

"I hate you so much."

"So stop kissing me."

"Fuck you."

"You're not allowed," Jeongguk had grinned against your lips. "Time out."

For all of his incessant neediness, Jeongguk could be a stubborn mother fucker when he wanted to be – and proved his point effortlessly for the rest of the evening.

You hadn't tried instigating again, because you knew how it would end up and decided that perhaps he was right to put you on time out.

While no, it's not your fault he's the sexiest man that's ever walked this Earth, and no, you can't be blamed for turning into a salivating mess at the mere thought of getting his cock in your mouth, it is your responsibility to honour the challenge you've set yourselves.

If he can do it, so can you.

It's also sort of why you've made him lay on his front.

If you were to be painting his chest, instead of his back, you'd only end up in the exact same position as before. This way, you can control yourself a little (even if he does have the peachiest ass you've ever seen (guys and girls alike, there's no one beating him (though you never really looked at Jimin's ass for all that long))).

You take great pleasure in the slight chirp he does when you adjust yourself, reaching back for a different shade of blue. It'd be a lie if you said the grind against wasn't even a little bit deliberate.

"And you were saying you didn't want me to fuck your ass," you mutter with a dramatic flair, teasing him slightly for his reaction.

"Never said that," he smirks, mumbling a little. "But a little decorum, please B. If you're gonna fuck it, at least eat it first."

"You prefer to be wined and dined?" You tease right back.

"Don't we all?"

"Romantic."

"Who said anything about romance?" Jeongguk deadpans. "We're just friends?"

"Ah, yeah, my bad," you joke along with him. "Besties."

"Besties who've had each other's genitals in their mouths."

"Don't all besties give each other head?" You question, tone so flippant your joke almost goes over his head.

"If they don't, they should," Jeongguk declares. Thinks fucking his best friend is arguably one of the best things he's ever done. Probably wouldn't recommend it, if he gave it serious consideration, but knows he'd do it again.

"Let's stop talking about sex," you blurt out a little too quickly, which only leads Jeongguk to laugh and question your motives for such a statement.

"Why? Can't control yourself?"

"Have a little decorum, Jeongguk."

"Fair."

He lets you paint without much disturbance. Loves the way it feels to have a saturated brush stroke across his skin. Hums little tunes and makes you guess which song they're meant to be. It's something you could listen to for hours; his voice, and how angelic it is.

Before you know it, you're done, and his back is the prettiest sunset ever witnessed on this earth – all pinks and oranges, blues and pretty white clouds.

You quickly snap a picture of his back – a little angled, capturing just how divine his physique is, but also the art that adorns it. You're no Picasso, but you ain't half bad.

"Here," you say as you clamber off him, and pass him your phone.

He sits up a little, resting on his elbows and looks at the picture with a smile so warm he could burn a hole in the blanket he's lying on top of. Doesn't ask your permission as he presses a few buttons and sets it as your wallpaper.

"I love it," he says softly, passing you back your phone. Angles himself perfectly for a kiss, and you don't even give a second thought as you sink your lips into his. "Talented baby, aren't you?"

"I'm okay," you blush, a little embarrassed by his praise – but he shakes his head.

" So good. Give Tae a run for his money."

"Now that's just an insult to Tae," you laugh, getting comfy on the sheets beneath you both. On your back, you look up to the sky above you. Deep and dark, nighttime greets you like an old friend.

Still on his front, Jeongguk sinks back down, but keeps his head angled towards you. "You don't give yourself enough credit, B."

You think you give yourself plenty. Won't argue against him, 'cause you know what he's like. He'll just double down and be even kinder and then you'll have no choice but the say fuck it and break the rules of your little five-date challenge. It's already been torture. Having him play nicely will only make it worse.

Looking over at him, you brush a little bit of his hair back, as if it were out of place. It wasn't. You just wanted an excuse to touch him. He knows this. Doesn't object. Lets you toy with his hair, because he likes the contact just as much as you do. Has got those pesky stars in his midnight eyes again.

"That thing you said earlier," you muse. "About the birds, and them leading us here..."

"What about it?"

Smiling a little to yourself, you weigh up whether or not you want to divulge a weakness – then decide that he deserves to know. Even though he's never expressed much insecurity over what happened with Jimin, it must be something he considers from time to time.

"I had such a crush on you," you smile, leaning into your weakness, 'cause you know they'll make whatever you have going on with Jeongguk stronger.

"Had?" he hums. "Past tense? You stopped?"

"No," you whisper, as if you're sharing a secret. Bite down on your lip, eyes just as sparkly as the glitter around them. He'll never grow tired of looking at you. Never. "Let me finish my little story."

"Sorry, sorry," he grins, biting down on his lip too, 'cause he just can't help himself. Is so terribly enamoured with you. Can feel his blood as it races through his body, alive with the sensation of what it feels like to experience all the high of a drug without any of the comedowns. In the corner of his mouth, his lip ring does the thing, and it confirms that your crush could never be past tense.

"You remember that first night? In Dionysus?"

He nods.

"I just... God, I fancied you so much," you laugh covering your face with your hand – but it's pulled away by an equally smiley Jeongguk. "Like... You were just so cool, and nice, and – I mean, you have access to mirrors. It's so embarrassing –"

"It's not," he encourages, squeezing the hand he's still holding.

"Oh, but it is," you assure him ever so playfully. "You asked me what I liked – "

"I remember," he says, not to interrupt you, just to reassure you that the memories of that night are just as impactful for him. That he cared just as much as you did, even if neither of you realised it. "Said alcohol."

You nod. "It wasn't a lie – but it wasn't the whole truth."

"No?"

"No," you admit. "Was totally lost for words. Couldn't think of an answer that wasn't 'you'. Panicked and just said alcohol and like – oh god, it's so embarrassing – I just... I thought you were so nice. And not in the way that people say 'nice' to mean boring, I mean nice in the kindest of ways. You were like... like this beacon, right. Like this light . And I just wanted to be wherever you were."

You've never really thought about it, but a light is the best way to describe Jeongguk. He's hope after hardship. The promise of something new. Stars burning so brightly they could blind. It'd make sense.

After all - disco balls need to be shined upon. Need light to reflect the magnificence of their mirrors.

And perhaps you needed Jeongguk. Not to fix you, nor to pretend like your past had never happened; but to help you restore yourself. Become stronger. He put glue on your glass, and let you stick it in place. Different from what you once were, but arguably far more beautiful. Complex in a way your past self wouldn't recognise.

Maddeningly complicated, and yet so effortlessly simple; that's you and Jeongguk. Just a girl, and a boy. A disco ball, and a barman. A bad decision, and the conviction to make it regardless of the outcome – and fuck . You're glad for it. Would make all your mistakes ten times over if it put you here.

Your only regret is that it took you so long.

"That's why you kept coming back to the bar, hm?" He hums.

"I drank far too much that night," you laugh. "Would also get halfway through a drink, and then give it to Hobes just so I could run back to get another one from you."

The admittance is just as freeing as it is embarrassing. Honesty is nice, and the least of what you both deserve.

"That first summer," he says, exhaling a deep breath. Decides to repay your vulnerability with a little of his own. "I looked for you. Every shift. I served drinks, and I looked for you in the crowd and did little else. Drove myself crazy on the nights you weren't there."

"I was there most weeks," you remind him – but then that reminds you both that the first weekend you weren't there was the time when Seokjin came back to town just to fuck with your still fragile heart. It doesn't affect you now, not in the way it did. Still annoys you. Pisses you off that someone could treat you so horribly – but it doesn't hurt. Not anymore. "And even when I wasn't... Well, I mean I still ended up at yours that night, didn't I, Gguk? My silly little brain felt like it was falling apart and it thought , y'know what'll fix this? Fix me? Jeongguk ."

There's silence for a second. Acknowledgement that this has always been more than what you've tried to cosplay it as.

"Just took me a while to realise," you admit a little sheepishly.

"When?" he quietly implores. "When did you realise?"

"Think I've known for a while, now," you admit. "But for definite ? Pohang – Yoongi and Seoyeon's celebrations – that's where I kinda reached the point of no return, yanno? Knew that if you didn't want more, then I was screwed."

He shakes his head with a disbelieving smile - not at you, but at how stupidly poetic it all is. Mutters, "Something about sea air, man."

"Whatcha mean?"

"Busan," he simply states. "That's when I knew. I mean, I already knew – but then Busan happened and I just... you asked me what we were. And I panicked. Thought that you were reinforcing the whole... friends thing."

"Oh, you idiot," you laugh. "Gguk, I was practically begging for you to say that it meant more."

"Yeah, see, retrospectively, that's very clear – but hey! You never outwardly said you liked me!"

"Because rejection might not be my main issue, but it's still not nice!"

"Oh my God," he gasps, coming to an awful realisation. " I rejected you . I totally rejected you. Oh, I'm so sorry."

And despite the apologies that are mumbled through little giggles, and the way he keeps calling you baby, it's the way Jeongguk holds your cheeks and peppers you in teeny tiny kisses – forehead, nose, cheeks, lips – that let you know he really does mean it.

The night dissolves in much the same way – laughter and kisses that are really just an excuse to feel close to one another. The security that comes with admitting you didn't rush in, that this is something you've given an endless amount of thought to, is liberating.

Jeongguk does argue, again, that you don't need the five dates. Whines. Says that you're both sure of it. Says that he's basically been dating you for months. Tells you how nice it feels to talk like this. How happy it makes him feel. How much he wishes he could go back in time. Undo things, and get them right the first time.

"I don't mind," you muse, still up on the rooftop as it nears midnight. You're looking up at the stars, and Jeongguk is on his front, head resting on your chest. Mindlessly playing with his hair, you provide him with a comfort he doesn't think he's ever felt before. "The things that went wrong, I mean. You're still obsessed with me regardless-"

"I tolerate you," he jokes, and it makes you smile.

The thing is, you've been tolerated before.

Jeongguk doesn't tolerate you. He venerates you. Reveres. Worships, on occasion. Adores, constantly. Even when you fight, or are being quite intolerable, he never looks at you without stars in his eyes. You've argued before. Insisted that he didn't give a shit, but you've never believed it. Not really. Just wanted him to say that he cared.

'Cause unlike people from the past, you know that Jeongguk does. Know that you don't need to beg him to treat you with compassion.

And so you say, "You're a liar, Jeon Jeongguk."

"Yeah," he whispers with a smile. "I am."

"You are obsessed with me."

"Yeah. I am."

"You should shower," you eventually concede, knowing you need to go back to reality and face the world at some point. "Wash this paint off. Have left it on for far too long already. You'll break out."

"Don't act like you give a shit about my skin," Jeongguk laughs. "You just want me naked."

"I never said I'd join you."

"You always join me."

"Not today."

"You're gonna kill me," Jeongguk whines into your chest. Squeezes a boob, just 'cause he can. "So mean, Disco Ball."

"And that," you laugh, ridding his grip on you. "That's exactly why I won't be joining you."

Funny, really.

Not even ten minutes later, he's standing beneath the steamy onslaught of your shower, back pressed to the tiles, a brow raised as the water runs down his torso. The rivulets drip across his abs, down his v-line and to his –

"That thing where I said I wasn't gonna join you-"

"Get in."

[siriuslygay1981]

Lily yearned for a simple and lovely life, nothing but her lover, some books, a cup of tea and their seal point cat named Neptune and their other cat, a mainecoon, mademoiselle Mathilde clotilde.

To live in a small cottage near the woods, or in the woods if they could. Plants fill every room, bookcase after bookcase filled to the brim with books, some she's never touched, others falling apart in her hands because she can't get enough. The air smelling of faint perfume and incense, nail polish bottles knocked over next to mounds of jewelry. Crochet projects strewn across the couch that is more of a lumpy little thing. Lots of windows and crystals and sun catchers, the curtains only come down before bed. They have a porch with a swing and a blanket they worked on together,the blanket they kept switching back and forth whenever they got inspired.

She yearned for early morning where the sun would peek in from the window, the light spilling across the dark skin of her lover in bed next to her. Warming their bodies slowly, their limbs stretching and soft groans leaving both their mouths. They speak of everything and nothing, what they'll do today and what they hope to do soon.

Soft hands roaming up and down as she admired the way their eyelashes flutter and the small sleepy sighs that left their lips. Pouty lips and small complaints about who will make their tea this morning, as if Lily doesn't get up every time and do it for them. Chamomile, lemon and just a bit of peppermint for herself.

She craved the crazy rants and the sparkle in their eyes when they spoke of the things that kept them going, lily could not get enough.

She wanted to lay still as her makeup got done, she would wait with baited breath as flowers got woven into her hair and soft finger tips lifted her spaghetti strap back onto her shoulder after slipping off. Lily especially loved the morning where she helped Pandora take the hair wraps out of her hair, Pandora laying heavily against lily as she sat on the bathroom counter. Lily murmuring softly to Pandora as she deftly undid the colorful wraps.

She looked forward to getting her daily crystals and her soft kisses, her hair pushed out of her face and fingers tugging at her arm so she would move closer.

She could stay like that forever, liquid in Pandora's hands. Chest to chest their hands roaming softly as they listened to the birds tweeting. She loved the lazy mornings, pushing herself out of bed and making tea, smiling and melting into Pandora's hands when she hugged her from behind

Pandora's soft humming and sleepy eyes as she slowly got on the counter to sit and watch lily make some eggs and toast. Her socked feet hitting the cabinets under her, her hair a mess, her big shirt slipping off one shoulder.

She loved when Pandora left soft kisses on her freckles skin, how she played connect the dots with them and how she often whispered the different shapes she could see.

Lily loved when Pandora looked at her as if she created everything beautiful and strange, sometimes staring at her for hours without a word. Admiring her with those cloudy eyes, only ever interrupting whatever she's doing to touch her. She never was too far, wanting to be touching some part of lily no matter what they were doing. It was never annoying , lily never felt crowded with Pandora. Pandora , she never messed with Lily's flow. Lily would be cooking and Pandora would put Lily's hair up, sit on the counter and pass her whatever she needed. Always a few steps ahead with lily not too far behind.

So lily was happy, she had her soft mornings and her little cottage in the woods. Her two cats and her lover who she was so endured by, she would never get sick of it.

@sleepinginmygrave for being awesome and helping me name pandalilys cats (and determine what type of cat) <3 love ya MWHA MWHA (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)