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Now I'm Yours | Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder

↳ Alpha!Jungkook x Omega!f.Reader ⤜ A/B/O, Established Relationship/Mates ⤜ Rating: MA 🔞 ⤜ WC: 7,314 ⚠️ Vulgar language, semi-hate sex, fingering, knotting, creampie, discussion of violent acts, drinking

A/N: Read Make You Mine, the first installment of this series, here!

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If you thought Jungkook would have become Prince Charming after claiming you as his mate during your designation celebration, you were quite wrong—and perhaps a bit disappointed.

You moved to his pack lands a week ago, much to the disgruntlement of your old pack leader, Roland. It was the last thing he wanted for you; even if the Jeons agreed to adjust the boundary lines to where they were supposed to be, the centuries-long feud between the two packs was still a very sore subject.

You groan, blinking blearily at the weak morning light filtering in around the thick curtains over the windows across from the bed. At this point, it’s a bodily habit for one of your hands to swipe across the space beside you, seeking information, despite the hum in your chest having already confirmed it. The other side of the bed is cold, devoid of your mate, his scent so faint in the room you know he never even laid in the bed last night.

It irritates you that he doesn't communicate or consider your well-being. You wouldn’t be surprised to learn that he doesn’t experience the same discomfort that you do being apart from him so often and for such long periods. It’s the only explanation for why he can so easily leave you.

The intimate moments you shared well into the wee hours of the morning at your celebration seem like just a figment of your imagination, a figment your mind designed to taunt you. If it wasn’t for the giant rock residing on your lefthand ring finger, you might think it was a dream. But the teardrop-shaped amethyst surrounded by chips of starlight opal, reminiscent of the gown you wore the night of your designation celebration, is a constant reminder that this is, in fact, very real.

It’s not just the ring, which you came to learn is a family heirloom—the same ring his father gave his mother when they bonded—but also the ever-constant tug that you feel in the center of your chest, like a wildfire that refuses to be smothered. It’s accompanied by a hum right under your breastbone that only lessens when you can put your eyes on Jungkook, which is harder than it probably should be. He’s constantly gone, blaming his absence on being pack alpha.

So, you’ve spent most of your days since moving to the Jeon pack land with his mother. She’s a wild contrast, every inch the demure omega you met the night of your celebration while simultaneously intimidating the hell out of you. All it takes is one look from her, and you feel stripped bare, your soul hers for the reading. It doesn’t help when you periodically catch Jungkook’s father looming in the shadows as if he’s worried you might bring harm to his mate.

It’s expected of you, now that you’re to be the Jeon pack omega—Jungkook’s mate and intended Luna—to learn the art of mending and lead the healers' circle. In Roland’s pack, you stayed as far from the healer’s quarters and clinic as possible, suited more for field work and strategic planning of pack land agriculture. The idea of setting broken bones and tending to wounds is not your idea of a great time; far too delicate of work. Yet, in the Jeon pack, the responsibility for pack health falls on the pack omega—which is what you are now.

You grumble, shoving back the blankets and stretching your aching muscles. It’s not hard work, per se, learning medicine. That’s not why your body thrums with a dull throb of tightness. It’s the hours you spend pacing and waiting for Jungkook to come home. You hate it, staying up all hours of the night to the point your body grieves sleep and comfort alike; it’s just not something that can be helped, damn him.

The rumbling hiss of the shower turning on in the attached bath draws your attention. “Fucker,” you mumble under your breath, beelining straight for the closed door. “What the…fuck…is…your problem?” your question trails off, the words slowed by the sheer shock of what you find when you fling open the door.

Muscles. So many muscles. Thick, tattooed fingers wrapped around a straining, water-slick knot. The scent wafting through the steam is overwhelming. It stops you in your tracks. Whatever tirade was filling your head fades. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen Jungkook’s body not hidden behind leather and denim—since you’ve been able to get a lungful of his fresh, tantalizing scent. Saliva instantly pools under your tongue.

“The only—” he pauses to moan “—problem I see is you standing there smelling like that,” the last words are bitten out around a throaty growl. The slick sound of his fist sliding up and down his cock is loud in the silence that follows his statement, being heard clearly over the pelting of the water hitting tiles. “Get your ass in here or get out.”

After weeks of barely-there-glances and absence, he truly expects you to just hop in the shower with him? He can shove that offer up his ass. But, for some reason, your body can’t seem to get on that reasonably sound page with your brain.

Your shorts and tank top hit the floor before you can stop your hands. A low rumble vibrates in your chest as you advance on the shower, fully intent on making Jungkook beg for it. Your omega snarls, making your whole body shudder as she bats against your inner cage, demanding attention from her mate.

Jungkook’s eyes narrow on you, his lips curling into a silent snarl of his own. Your body instantly responds, arousal throbbing between your thighs. As soon as you swing open the shower door, he’s wrapping his arms around you and hauling you inside. The kiss of hot water is nothing compared to the heat from his skin sliding against yours.

All thought and pretense of making him beg vanish with the first press of his lips to yours. Even if you want to resist, the omega within you won’t let you; she’s far too consumed with reclaiming her mate.

“You’re an asshole,” you manage to gasp between nipping bites and kisses.

“And you’re mine,” he snaps back, fisting a hand in your hair to angle your chin up so he can nuzzle into your neck. You preen under his words and attention, your omega cooing in supplication.

Jungkook drives his hips against yours, pressing you against a water-slick wall. His teeth graze the sensitive skin that covers your scent gland. Your body shortcircuits at the contact, a flood of panic sobering you quickly.

You shove your hands into his hair and wrench his head away from your neck. “Fuck you. How dare you ignore me for weeks and then expect me to—ahmm,” your rant turns into a moan when Jungkook slides a hand between your bodies and pushes two thick fingers between your thighs. His middle and ring finger slide along either side of your clit, pinching the sensitive bundle and making you forget how mad you are once again.

“I’ve been busy,” he punctuates each word with a thrust of his fingers into your pussy. The thick, creamy scent of your slick perfumes the air. You turn to putty in his arms, moaning and grinding on his fingers, trying to seek more.

Vitriol sits on the tip of your tongue, waiting to be unleashed on him, but all your anger bleeds away when he hooks his hands under your ass and hauls you up, cock nudging eagerly at your entrance.

He fills you in one swift thrust, the intrusion a sweet relief kissed with pain as your body adjusts to the swell of his cock. “Fuck,” you moan and wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck to help him move your body over his, wet tendrils of your slick already dripping to the shower floor. You cross your ankles, feet sitting at the small of his back, securing you against his hard physique.

“I can’t stop thinking about the way your body squeezes my knot and the smell of your greedy cunt full of my cum. I can’t fucking focus,” he snarls, hips battering against yours, “it’s driving me insane. I can barely concentrate on what I need to do—important business that you’re ruining!”

His words lash through you, bringing your anger to the surface once more. “Maybe if you gave me more than a fleeting moment of your time, you wouldn’t be suffering,” you mock sweetly, nails scratching down the back of his neck as you force yourself onto his cock harder and faster.

The bulge of his knot teases at your opening with every downward stroke. All it would take is a particularly good bounce to fit it within your body. Taking the reigns, forcing a shift of control, you tighten your grip on him and drag yourself down his cock with renewed intent.

Jungkook lets loose a string of curses mixed with strangled sounds you’ve never heard him make. “Oh, gods!” He sags forward, pinning your body against the wall with his full weight. You can feel his legs trembling as he unleashes a torrent of warmth within your walls. His cock pulses, sending jolts of pleasure fluttering through you.

Weeks of pent-up emotion come flooding out in a cascade of slick and full-body shudders. Spots of light dance behind your tightly shut lids, and a wave of dizziness sweeps through, making everything fuzzy as time seems to stand still. “Jungkook,” you sob his name in a fervent whisper, your body wringing itself ragged around his throbbing knot.

As your walls clamp around him, he cries out again, the words a half-coherent jumble, but there’s no mistaking the fervent, “I’m sorry.”

He turns, being careful not to let you shift too much, to lean against the wall, and then slowly slides down until he’s sitting with you in his lap. The water from the shower pelts down, hitting your shoulders and cascading down your back.

“Say it again,” you encourage, mumbling against his chest. Jungkook wraps his arms around you and lets his head fall back to rest against the tiles, his eyes sliding shut.

His response rumbles under your ear. “Say what?”

“Don’t be an ass, you know what.”

“I’m sorry,” he sighs, a heavy exhale whispering over the top of your head.

“Are you going to explain where you’ve been, why you’ve been away so much? Is this a whole ‘distance makes the heart grown fonder’ thing because I call bullshit.”

You’re almost sure he’s going to ignore your question, the way silence hangs heavy in the air of the shower. Finally, he says, “The Bartons. They’ve been causing trouble for the Parks again.”

You push away from his chest, leaning back to look him in the eye. The new angle reminds your body that Jungkook is still knot deep, your walls automatically flexing around the thickness, making him sigh for a different reason. If you were in a different mood, you’re confident you could make him cum again just by pulsing your muscles around him. But, for once, he’s actually giving you answers…something you’ve been seeking for weeks now.

Jungkook eases you off his cock; his knot is deflated enough that it doesn’t pain you when he does so. You settle beside him in the shower, taking him fully in for the first time. There are dark circles under his eyes and the beginnings of a bruise coloring his jaw. He’s clearly been in some sort of altercation.

“What’s going on? Is that where this came from?” you ask, brushing your thumb over the bruising on his chin.

Grabbing a cloth from the nook filled with your special omega soaps and oils, Jungkook gently pries your legs further apart. “Our union sparked something within the packs. Alpha Park extended a peace treaty to Alpha Barton with the idea that if our clans could finally come to peace after centuries of feud, then they could, too. It was rejected, and maybe a few fists were thrown,” he explains, absently cleaning up the mess between your thighs.

You can picture it now, the austere-looking Barton alpha sneering at any prospective idea of peace brought forward by the more subdued Alpha Park. It’s no wonder Jungkook has been gone so much.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Frustration heats your words, reminding you of the time you’ve spent alone, waiting and wondering.

His tired eyes meet yours. “I don’t know.” Muscled and tattooed shoulders rise and fall with his response. “Would you believe me if I told you I’ve been scared to come home? Scared of” —he drops the rag and gestures vaguely between your body and his— “this?”

You’re not sure if that should make you feel better or worse. Jungkook acknowledges what’s between you two while admitting he’s been purposefully avoiding you because of it.

“What’s there to be scared of?” you ask, voice barely above a whisper. It’s not like the connection between the two of you can be broken; it’s not like he can just ignore you forever.

Jungkook scoffs. “You know what they want from us, right?”

“They?” you ask, confused.

“They, everyone. They are all expecting us to bond.”

You laugh lightly. “Well, yeah, of course they do. That’s what we’ll have to do eventually anyway. You’re scared of a little bite?”

“Not eventually, no. They want it now.”

That makes you pause. You knew there was no stopping the inevitable mate claiming that could come, the bite to solidify you as Jungkook’s Luna…but you thought that wouldn’t come for years yet. It’s customary for a mated pair to wait until they’re ready to bear children and take over—take over the pack—but Jungkook is already the leader of his pack. You’re unsure why you didn’t piece that together sooner; you feel like a fool.

You shake your head. “That’s our decision, isn’t it? If we’re not ready to bond, then we’re not ready.”

“Try telling that to my dying father,” Jungkook mumbles under his breath, but you still catch the confession clearly.

“Your father is dying?” 

Jungkook grunts in response. “Just another piece on my already full plate.”

Everything from the last week comes crashing down on you. The way his father would linger in the shadows and doorways, leaning heavily on his silver-tipped cane, and the force at which his mother was drilling information into you.

“You could have told me all of this. It would have made the last week…” you trail off, not wanting to confess to him just how terrible the last week has been in his absence.

“It doesn’t matter anymore. You know now. But, I guess while we’re on the subject of sharing information, I should also add that Demetrius challenged Hyunsoo to a pack duel when he rejected the treaty.”

Your mouth opens, but no words form. There haven’t been duels held between packs in at least the last two hundred years. It’s absurd. Demetrius would not have challenged Hyunsoo unless he could guarantee his win because to duel and lose, well…there’s a reason duels stopped being a thing.

“Rejected treaty or not, surely Park said no?” Hyunsoo Park might be a soft, well-mannered Alpha, but he’s no fool.

“How could he?” Jungkook asks, pushing up from the floor and stepping under the direct spray of the shower. The water has gone cold, drawing a groan from Jungkook before he grabs a bar of soap, vigorously scrubs his body, rinses, and turns it off. “That’s as good as a personal slight against Hyunsoo’s designation.”

You slowly stand, retrieving two towels from the heated rack. “Barton is either a fool or has a trick up his sleeve. There’s no way this is actually happening, right? Two pack Alpha’s fighting…it’s ridiculous and archaic.”

Jungkook takes the towel you offer him and pats his face and chest before wrapping it around his waist and stepping out of the shower. “The pack Alphas aren’t going to be the ones fighting," he says.

“But…that—then who?”

The pain and anger evident in Jungkook’s eyes as he turns to meet your gaze gives you a clear idea about the answer to your question before he even opens his mouth. “Raiden and…Jimin.”

“That’s…we can’t let that happen. We have to call a council, demand the elders put a stop to this nonsense.”

“Don’t you think that was my first step? I called them the moment I heard. They said it was a petty feud between families, nothing new and nothing worth their time to unravel centuries of tradition over. The duel will happen in a few days time.”

You scoff, dragging your towel around your body as you follow him out of the shower. “There are small feuds, and then there’s whatever the fuck this is! They can’t just idly sit by while Raiden faces Jimin in a duel. They do understand what that means, right? A fight to submission…an alpha submitting to another alpha?! They’d let the hierarchy of one of the original families face potential ruin all because they don’t want to stand up and do something about it?”

Jungkook shakes his head, his shoulders tense as he grabs his toothbrush and begins to brush his teeth. “You’re not saying anything I don’t already know,” he mumbles around the foaming paste.

“Well, what are we going to do now?”

Spitting in the sink, Jungkook meets your eyes through the mirror before him. “We? We are not doing anything right now. I’m leaving again for the Park lands tonight. I’ll have you and my parents follow me before the day comes.”

“Like fuck you are! You’re not leaving me here again, even if it’s just for a few days,” you say, glaring at him.

In one smooth motion, Jungkook turns on his heel and crowds into your space, his chest bumping into yours. It takes tremendous effort not to immediately trace your hands over the warm expanse of flesh. “You will do as I say, Omega.” The command bites into your will, bending it to his, completely erasing any semblance of desire that was flaring.

“I hate you,” you manage to seethe around the thick knot in your throat that’s slowly strangling your defiance.

Jungkook pats your cheek, a shit-eating grin curling his lips. “You’re cute when you’re angry. The fight you have inside of you is exactly what I need in a Luna. When all of this is over, we will solidify the bond and fulfill our duty to the pack...whether we like it or not.”

🌙🌙🌙

Jungkook

Leaving you standing in the bathroom, Jungkook disappears into the closet to get dressed. Being honest with you should make him feel lighter, yet the weight of his responsibility feels even heavier now. Not only is Jungkook trying to help out his friend, someone he sees as a brother, but now he has as much as guaranteed he will be sinking his teeth into your neck in the very near future—whether either of you like it or not. Those last words linger in the back of his mind because he knows very well he won’t go near you if you don’t want him to.

It’s not like Jungkook doesn’t want to, and he knows you want to be with him—it’s not like that. The timing is just poor. Typically, mated pairs get years together before they have to bond, not weeks. However, the handful of weeks since your designation celebration might as well not even count, considering Jungkook has been acting like a pup with its tail between its legs. He’s been a fool for avoiding you so adamantly; it’s not doing either of you any favors.

Yet, here he goes, running off again. He pulls on boxers, jeans, and a long-sleeved black shirt before shrugging his worn leather jacket on. You’re standing by the bed, dressed in a fresh pair of cream-colored sweats, arms crossed and brow furrowed. Jungkook can feel the disapproval rolling off of you in waves. His alpha huffs his own annoyance.

If it wasn’t for the immense ache and the woeful misery of the beast beneath his skin, he might have continued to avoid you for another week or two. As it is, he can feel it yearning to wipe that look off your face and get lost in the sheets with you for a week instead.

“Let me come with you.”

“Absolutely not. Not yet.”

The last thing he’s going to do is put you in the middle of it all. His mother would wring his neck if anything happened to you, even inadvertently. She’s been harping on him since the day you moved in that he needs to take care of you because an omega of your stature and promise is valuable beyond measure.

“This isn’t your fight alone, Jungkook. This is my pack, now, too. I deserve the chance to help wherever I can.”

That’s the crux of it, too, it seems. Because this is your pack now, and you do deserve the chance to help. The Parks and Jeons might be separate communities within the hierarchy, but they’re as close as family. He just can’t stand the thought of you somehow getting caught in the crosshairs between Raiden and Jimin. He’s tempted to bar you from attending the duel altogether, but he knows even he doesn’t hold that much power.

“You’re right. This isn’t my fight alone. It is technically Jimin’s fight, and I will just be there to support and help him prepare for it.”

You throw up your hands, eyes snapping up to the ceiling as you groan in frustration. “You’re a real asshole, you know that?”

Jungkook can’t help the small smile that suffuses his face. You’re so fiery, and that’s easily the single most attractive thing a woman can be to him. “I know. How about a compromise? I promise to text or call more while I’m gone?”

That softens your resolve. Your hands land on your hips, and you give him a skeptical look, one eyebrow hooking upward. “So, you’ll actually answer your phone this time?”

“Promise,” Jungkook calls over his shoulder as he jogs out of the room and down the hall to the front door. He shoves his feet into his black riding boots and turns to grab the door handle. The sudden searing ache in his chest has him jerking to a halt, fingers slipping from the cool bronze knob.

He grumbles under his breath but marches back down the hallway and into the bedroom. Your lips turn down in a frown, clearly confused by his actions. “Forget something?” you ask.

“Actually, I did,” he mutters before cupping a hand along the side of your neck, thumb dangerously close to brushing over your scent gland and planting his mouth firmly over yours.

The reaction is instantaneous. You melt against him and open to his demanding tongue. It’s only for a moment, just a taste to make his alpha shut up. Jungkook will never admit that it’s just as much for him, though, too. As soon as the first moan escapes your chest, he pulls back, gives you one last peck on the forehead, and promptly turns to leave again.

“Fucking dick,” he hears you grouse behind him as he escapes down the hallway.

Thankfully, there is no sudden pain that stops him this time. Jungkook is on his bike and halfway to Jimin’s house before he feels that familiar ache creep back into his chest, sitting right over his heart, alternating between snarling and whimpering. Not much longer, just another week, he tells himself…just another week, and you’ll be having more than just his hand on your throat.

“Hey, asshole!” Jimin greets fondly, his tone full of mirth, as soon as the engine is cut and Jungkook swings his leg over the back of his bike.

“Who are you calling an asshole?” Jungkook asks, unamused by his friend’s teasing tone.

Jimin, bleached blond hair pushed back, exposing his forehead, claps Jungkook on the back and says, “You. Because I can smell her on you, and you’re an asshole for coming back so soon and leaving her behind. I just know she’s not happy with you. You’re an asshole for the whole fuck and run thing, giving us alphas a bad name.”

Jungkook presses his lips into a thin line. He can’t argue with that. But still, Jimin wouldn’t know anything about what he’s going through…the pressures of what’s expected of Jungkook. Jimin might be an alpha like Jungkook, but he hasn’t taken over for his pack yet, nor has he found his true mate. Besides, if it weren’t for Jimin needing his support, he would have stayed…or so Jungkook tells himself.

“I left to come to support you, and this is the thanks I get,” Jungkook deadpans. “Now who’s the asshole?”

Jimin throws his hands up, walking backward in front of Jungkook as they head toward Jimin’s front door, his bare feet whispering over the grass of the front lawn. “That doesn’t completely make you not an asshole. But, thank you. You should have at least brought her with you or something, though. I prepared the guest room with all the omega necessities and everything.”

Not wanting to continue with this conversation, Jungkook changes the subject, “Have you heard any more from the Bartons or the council?”

That sobers Jimin up quickly. He turns on his heel, shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans, and falls into step beside Jungkook.

“Nope. Demetrius is still holding to his challenge.”

“And the council?” Jungkook asks, not letting himself hope they’ve grown some sense in the last few hours.

Jimin shrugs and then uses his shoulder to push through the front door that he left ajar. “Same as before. They say it’s the Barton’s right to challenge us. It might be ancient and ridiculous, but the tenets haven’t been changed in nearly five hundred years. Duels are completely within anyone’s rights.”

It’s on the tip of Jungkook’s tongue to spout off that he should challenge Raiden for even considering challenging Jimin, but this whole situation has been so delicate to navigate. Jungkook doesn’t want to undermine Jimin in any way, and challenging Raiden himself might come off as a declaration that Jungkook doesn’t think Jimin is a strong enough alpha to beat Raiden in the first place.

Which is so far from the truth. Jungkook is fully confident that Jimin will be victorious. His friend is ferocious, an expert in many forms of martial arts, and has nearly as commanding of an alpha voice as Jungkook. But that in and of itself makes this whole thing far more complicated. Because everyone knows of Jimin’s abilities, why would anyone challenge him if they know they can’t win? Unless they plan to do something dirty—cheat their way to victory. You were right in your thinking about that.

Jungkook just doesn’t want Jimin to get hurt because Raiden wants to fight dirty. If the elders discover Raiden cheated, it might ruin Raiden’s chance of being the Barton pack alpha, but that would just make way for his younger brother, Kiel, to step into that role. And Kiel is far more of a dangerous alpha than Raiden. The possibilities are endless, and Jungkook hates all the uncertainty.

“So you’re really going through with this?” Jungkook asks, dropping down into a low-slung chair in Jimin’s open-concept living room.

Jimin’s back is to Jungkook as he fishes two beers from the fridge, the kitchen island the only thing separating the two spaces. “Don’t have much of a choice, it seems,” he confirms, offering a dark amber bottle to Jungkook before settling on the floor in front of the fireplace. “We can’t reject Demetrius’ challenge, and there is no way I’m letting Dad face Raiden himself.” Jimin stretches out, using a hand to prop himself up as he extends his toes toward the small fire burning in the hearth.

Jungkook watches his friend. Jimin still holds much of the boyish charm he had in his youth. The bleached strands of his hair look like gold in the soft firelight. He’s only wearing jeans and a grey t-shirt, his feet bare and toes flexing in the warmth coming from the fire. Jimin brings his beer up and takes a sip—the brown glass looks molten in the flickering light. Jungkook watches as a line forms between Jimin’s dark brows, a solemn look stealing over his friend’s face.

Thinking to change the subject and mood to something a bit lighter all at once, Jungkook shoots a group text off before asking, “In the mood for some steaks and games?”

That earns him an appreciative smile from Jimin. Jungkook might not be able to challenge Raiden nor take over Jimin’s fight, but he can do everything in his power to ensure his friend knows he has the full support of Jungkook and their other friends behind him. An hour later, the other five of their friend group are gathered, a bottle of whiskey is being passed around, and steaks are sizzling away on the grill.

“Where’s your girl at, Jungkook?” Namjoon asks before sinking a solid ball into a corner pocket. This earns a sigh from Hoseok, who is standing on the other side of the pool table, softly thumping the rubber end of his cue on the floor as he waits to take his next turn.

Jungkook looks up from where he’s tending the steaks on the grill on the back patio, meeting Namjoon’s gaze through the open sliding glass door into the lounge. “At home.”

“Trouble in paradise?” Yoongi asks from his seat at the outdoor bar, where he’s chopping up vegetables for a salad to go with the steaks.

Taehyung comes up beside Jungkook, peeking over his shoulder at the sizzling slabs of meat. “I can’t imagine leaving behind a sweet piece of ass to come hang out with a bunch of dicks,” he comments, earning a swat from Jungkook that has him laughing and running to the other side of the deck and launching himself into the pool.

“You guys don’t understand,” Jungkook grumbles.

Seokjin swats the top of the water, splashing Taehyung once he surfaces, before climbing out of the pool and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around his hips. “So enlighten us, Kook.”

“My parents—the whole pack, really—are insisting I bond with her immediately. And, I know that that shouldn’t be a big deal, considering I’m the pack alpha. But I shouldn’t be pack alpha for another five years at least, so it’s making my experience a little different than most. I just thought once I found my Luna, I’d have more time to get to know her—fall in love with her—before putting my bite on her. Shit, guys, it feels too soon, and it’s got me all fucked up in here,” he says, using the handle of the tongs to tap the side of his head. “I can’t be around her for more than five minutes without popping a knot. I feel like I’m a gods damned pup all over again. I should be enjoying my time drowning in slick instead of worrying about a bond.”

“What’s so wrong with that?” Jimin asks, sounding genuinely curious. He’s been laughing and smiling the whole time, but there is an underlying tightness that Jungkook can see behind Jimin’s eyes. “Why is a bond so scary? You can still get to know her even after that.”

Jungkook purses his lips, flipping the steaks before stepping back and meeting his friend's eyes. “I guess it just feels…like we don’t get a choice in it? I mean, I know with our designations and the mating draw, we don’t get to choose who, but most people get to choose when. I want her to want me because I’m me, not because of my alpha.”

“And you’re doing a bang-up job of that by being here with us instead of with her,” Hoseok says, giving Jungkook a disapproving eyebrow raise.

“I have too much going on right now to be—”

Jimin holds up a hand, stopping Jungkook from continuing. “You don’t get to use my situation as an excuse. I already told you I had prepared for you to be bringing her with you.” That earns approving nods for Jimin from everyone else and unimpressed looks for Jungkook.

“Fuck,” Jungkook whispers to himself, pulling the steaks off the grill and plopping them onto a plate, knowing once again that his friends are right about how he’s acting—which is like a complete and utter asshole.

For a mated alpha, it seems he has shit instincts when it comes to his omega. He makes a vow to himself to start being better. As soon as everything with the Bartons blows over, he’s going to change how he treats you and win you over in true mate fashion before he puts his canines anywhere near your neck.

🌙🌙🌙

Jungkook keeps his promise, sending you a few generic text messages and even video calling you later that same night. You spent your day sequestered away with his mom, memorizing different herbs and their medicinal properties.

The next day, you realize that as much as you might not have cared to learn about these things initially, you find yourself surprised by how much you enjoy them. Perhaps it helps when she brings out a box of dried herbs labeled ‘Omega’, but it’s also a nice distraction from worrying about what’s going on with Jungkook; you haven’t heard from him at all today.

“And this?” Jungkook’s mom asks, tapping her finger on a vacuumed sealed baggy of dark green sprigs.

You examine the small spindles of green needles and cross-reference the book in your lap. “Fennel. Used for treating spasms.”

“Good, and this?” Her finger moves to a clear glass jar full of dried white and yellow flowers.

“Chamomile.” You smile, not even having to check the book to see if you’re right. Your own mother keeps a garden of chamomile and mint. She told you once that she started growing it for Mari, your old pack alpha’s late Luna, before she got sick.

Jungkook’s mom picks up the jar and twists off the lid, holding it out for you to smell it. “It’s one of my favorite scents,” she sighs happily. For once, her stony exterior breaks a bit to show you the warmth underneath.

“Reminds me of home,” you say before you can think better of it.

That deteriorates whatever ground you feel like you had made in that instant. “This is your home now,” she says, pointedly looking at the ring on your finger that once sat on hers before she pops the lid back on the jar and replaces it in the box. “You’ve not yet bonded with my son. Why?”

The abrupt change in subject and the lancing question have you opening your mouth just to snap it shut again. “Excuse me?”

Her shoulders heave up and down with a long, drawn-out sigh. She gives you a withering look like you’re a child to whom she is about to have to explain something very simple. “You both know what is needed of you. Yet your neck still doesn’t bear his mark. There is nothing to show for the combined strength of the pack. People are starting to talk.”

You swallow past the bile in your throat. Are you supposed to care if people are talking? It feels like a half-assed effort, but the only thing you can think to say to her unreadable face is, “Jungkook has been gone, helping with the Parks.”

“Yes. Yes, so he has,” she mutters, her eyes narrowing and dropping to the box still open on the floor between the two of you. “He is far too ambitious for his own good. He should be focused here instead of trying to play referee for a bunch of chest-pounding alpha fools.”

It is so surprising that she would make such a blunt and crass statement, that it takes you a moment to realize there is another presence in the room. A deep throat clears, drawing both of your attention and snapping you out of your shock.

“I think what my sweet wife is trying to say is that Jungkook has responsibilities here that should outweigh those of other packs, even if those packs are our friends and allies.” Jungkook’s dad limps in, his silver-tipped cane thumping loudly on the hardwood floor. You can’t help but let your eyes flick over his burly form, looking for any sign that death is knocking on his door, as Jungkook let slip earlier.

Jungkook’s mom sniffs, giving you an indignant look that turns to heart-melting adoration as her gaze drifts to her husband. What little fire had flared moments ago within her is smothered by the bond to her alpha, making her once again a demure omega.

Watching that, witnessing it happen so clearly, has your own reservations and doubts bubbling up all over again concerning your impending bond with their alpha son. You don’t want to become someone’s doormat. Not that you see his mom as being a doormat for his father, but there’s just something so…unnerving about someone else being able to control you with just the sound of their voice that frightens you. The fact he can do that even without the bite doesn’t seem to make a difference.

Your phone buzzing in your pocket pulls you out of your thoughts. Checking it, you see it’s a call from Jungkook. “Speaking of,” you say, holding up your phone so they can see his name displayed across the screen.

“Tell him to come home,” his father says, giving you a curt nod of dismissal. You just give him a tight-lipped smile as you stand to leave.

“Hi,” you say in a hushed tone as you slip out of the room. Your lessons take place in the small community clinic; the room you were just in is one where supplies are kept. It’s doubled as your classroom for the last few weeks.

“Hey.” Jungkook sounds weary, his voice ladened with exhaustion.

“Is everything okay?” You continue down the hallway until you hit the backdoor. It swings open on silent hinges as you leave, angling yourself toward the house at the top of the hill—Jungkook’s home, and now yours, you suppose.

There is a long pause, during which all you hear is Jungkook’s soft breathing. “It could be better,” he finally replies.

“Is there anything I can do?” It’s an automatic response, to want to please him and make his life better; you love and hate it.

“No,” his reply whistles through the phone, carried on a sigh. “I should have brought you with me. I’m sorry, I keep fucking up, it seems.” Before you can formulate any sort of response to that, he continues, “The duel is happening tomorrow. I’ve already talked to my brother. He is going to drive you and our parents up first thing in the morning.”

“Wait, what? Tomorrow?” You mentally shuffle through the sporadic text messages he’s sent you the last day, trying to remember if he mentioned anything about the time frame.

You make it up the driveway and to the front door, but take a seat in one of the patio chairs instead of going inside. Jungkook shifts around and you can hear the distinct rub of fabric over the phone speaker before a soft grunt and exhale. “Sorry, I had to sit up before I ended up passing out on you. We stayed up too late last night.” He clears his throat. “I would have told you sooner, but after the others left last night, Jimin and I got called in by the council.”

“Did they change their minds?” you ask, trying to grab onto even the tiniest flicker of hope.

Jungkook mutters something that you can’t hear before speaking more clearly, “I wish. The stubborn old fools are more concerned with what an ancient book written five hundred years ago says than with what should actually be done.” He laughs; it’s a biting and humorless sound. “You should have seen the looks on their faces when I suggested writing a new set of tenets. The alpha stick is so far up their asses that they can’t see just how utterly ridiculous this whole farce is.”

“There is no way Demetrius isn’t going to try and pull something. None of this makes sense. Sure, the Parks and Bartons have beef, but for it to so suddenly come to this?”

“I know.” The frustration in Jungkook’s voice makes your omega mewl in concern. It’s been relatively quiet today, just a silent, observing presence until now. “All we can do is be there and keep our eyes and ears open for any possible nefarious bullshit they have planned. I’ve already got all the guys, and even Daehyun keyed in on the whole situation.”

You don’t even have to ask who ‘the guys’ are. Once Jungkook came into your life, so, too, came six other alphas that are closer to Jungkook than even his beta older brother, Junghyun. You’re less familiar with Lee Daehyun, Jimin’s personal trainer, but still are aware of who he is. He was the beta you bumped into the night of your designation celebration when you were on the prowl to locate what you eventually figured out was the scent of your mate—Jungkook.

“With that many eyes, surely they won’t try anything,” you lament, but even you can’t convince yourself.

Jungkook yawns; you can hear the inhalation and heavy exhalation. “I can only hope they’re not that stupid, but it wouldn’t be the first time Demetrius has tried to pull a stunt to get ahead.”

The whole situation still stinks of foolery. You tell Jungkook as much, “I still don’t like it. Is Jimin okay with what happens when he wins? Or what if they do try something, but by the time we realize it, it’s too late? What happens if…what if Jimin—” You can’t even bring yourself to say it out loud. Either way, Jimin is going to have an irreparable dark spot on his tender soul; you just know it, he’s far too sweet of a guy for this shit.

Everyone knows what happens to an alpha that is forced to submit to another alpha—they break. It’s happened only a handful of times outside of duels, primarily by accident and when there is a lot of liquor and anger involved. One alpha pisses off another, and the stronger of the two forces the other to submit, using the voice designated explicitly for their mate. It does something to an alpha; it causes their internal wires to cross, and they become a shell of who they once were. And the alpha that did the breaking? Well, they’re never quite the same, either.

Jungkook is so quiet that you begin to think he might have hung up on you, but eventually, he states, “Jimin will always be my brother, no matter what happens.”

That’s how the conversation ends. Jungkook offers a brief goodbye, saying he needs to get some sleep before he actually passes out on you, and assures you he’ll be waiting for you when you arrive in the morning.

You sit on the patio for a while longer, watching as the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, the phone still clutched in your hand. Shortly after Jungkook hung up, Junghyun texted to confirm what time to meet him in the garage.

Yet, you can’t bring yourself to head inside just yet. It’s not until the fireflies are winking through the balmy air and the moon is full and heavy overhead that you make your way inside and succumb to your own emotional exhaustion.

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[kefiteria]

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Summary: Satoru’s birthday takes an unexpected turn when you're the one to spoil him with cake and cryptic, way-too-romantic words. Between teasing, flustering, and trying to keep your cool, it’s a lot more than just a slice of cake… and maybe Satoru’s finally met his match. cake cake 🎂! let's celebrate his birthday through this fic ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✨

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The bustling corridors of Jujutsu High were alive with activity. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, painting golden streaks across the hallways as sorcerers went about their business. Shikigami hovered in near silence, and cursed tools gleamed faintly at sorcerers' sides, pulsing with restrained energy.

Satoru walked with his usual swagger, hands buried in his pockets, exuding a confidence that demanded attention. Heads turned as he strolled past, his carefree demeanor contrasting sharply with the disciplined environment.

As he rounded a corner, his sharp blue eyes locked onto you. His grin appeared almost instantly, the same familiar, mischievous smirk you’d come to expect. With a dramatic spin on his heel, he sauntered toward you.

“Well, well,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mockery. “Look who decided to show their face. Miss me that much?”

You didn’t respond to his antics, your eyes fixed on his as you stepped forward. Without hesitation, you grabbed his hand.

“Satoru.” you said, your tone sharp and direct, silencing whatever flippant remark he was about to make.

His grin widened at the sound of his name, but his usual playfulness faltered under the weight of your steady gaze. He gave your hand a firm, almost instinctive squeeze, though his usual cockiness quickly resurfaced.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, his voice softening just a touch. “Starting to think I’d have to—”

“Enough.” you interrupted, cutting him off. Your tone left no room for argument. “Follow me. Now.”

Satoru blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then, his grin returned, sharper this time. “Your place?” he asked, tilting his head with mock curiosity. “How forward of you. Couldn’t wait for a little alone time with me, huh?~”

You didn’t respond. Your grip tightened on his hand just enough to make your point. The cold finality in your expression told him this wasn’t a request.

For once, Satoru didn’t push. “Alright~” he said, his tone light but his curiosity undeniable. “Lead the way. I’m all yours.”

As you walked, the air shifted. Students and sorcerers alike turned to stare, their whispers following in your wake. None dared approach, their attention torn between your unwavering focus and the enigmatic Gojo trailing behind you.

Satoru, ever the center of attention, ignored the onlookers entirely. His gaze stayed fixed on you, curiosity simmering beneath his usual smug exterior. He matched your pace with an effortless stride, his teasing grin softening into something more thoughtful.

Whatever awaited at your home, you weren’t in the mood to explain and he wasn’t about to ask.

The glass greenhouse exuded tranquility, bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. Plants of every shade of green stretched toward the fading light filtering through the glass walls. Fragrance from the blooms and earth filled the air, while the soft rustle of leaves added an intimate, peaceful charm to the space.

Satoru followed behind, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. A low whistle escaped his lips as he took in the picturesque scene.

“You’ve been busy~” he remarked, his tone light but tinged with admiration. “Didn’t know you had a little haven like this tucked away.”

Crossing your arms, you maintained a neutral expression despite the slight twitch in your jaw. “It’s nothing special.” you replied curtly, your voice measured. “Just a place to get away from everything.”

Not buying your downplaying for a second, Satoru smirked, leaning against the chair you’d motioned to earlier. “Nothing special?” he repeated, a teasing lilt in his voice. “Don’t be modest. This place screams effort. And money. Let me guess, you were going to keep this secret forever?”

A slow exhale left you, trying to steady your expression as his grin widened. “You’re the one who spoiled me with this idea in the first place.” you said, attempting to deflect.

His smirk deepened, clearly enjoying himself. “Ah, so you do admit I’m the mastermind behind this. Knew it. I remember calling in a favor to get this custom-built. Never imagined you’d actually use it to create… this.” His hand gestured lazily to the vibrant greenery around him. “You’re welcome, by the way.”

A sharp look shot in his direction. “Sit down, Gojo.”

Raising an eyebrow, he smirked further. “Bossy today, aren’t we?” he teased, but complied, settling into the chair with a smug grin. “Still, I’ll give you credit. The view’s incredible.”

Shifting your gaze to the glass walls, the sunlight softened into fiery hues of orange and gold. It was almost 5:30; the timing had to be perfect. Clenching your hands tightly behind your back, you forced yourself not to fidget.

Tilting his head, Satoru watched you closely. “You’re awfully quiet.” he commented, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “That’s not like you. Got something on your mind?”

A quick glance flicked to him, your expression unreadable. “I don’t have time for your guessing games.” you replied curtly. “Just sit there.”

Placing the cake box on the table, you opened it, releasing the soft aroma of baked goods that mingled with the floral scents in the air, adding a cozy sweetness to the space.

Immediately, Satoru’s eyes lit up at the sight of the cake. A mischievous grin spread across his face. “Cake? Now we’re talking~” he said, reaching out to poke at the frosting.

Before he could touch it, your hand moved like lightning, gently swatting his fingers away. “Behave.” you said firmly, narrowing your eyes at him.

He blinked at you, momentarily startled, before leaning back with an exaggerated sigh. “Fine~” he muttered, feigning defeat. “But you’re killing me with the suspense. What’s so special about 17:30 that I can’t even taste the frosting?”

Ignoring his question, you sat back, crossing your legs as you kept your eyes fixed on the clock. “Just wait.” you said evenly.

Satoru chuckled, leaning back further in his chair, hands behind his head. “You’re really something, you know that? Drag me into a greenhouse, dangle a cake in front of me, and then tell me to wait. You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Silence settled in, broken only by the rustling of leaves and the faint ticking of the clock.

As the clock struck 17:30pm, the golden light of the setting sun bathed the greenhouse in a final blaze of warmth. Straightening, you looked directly at Satoru.

“Happy birthday, my precious Satoru.” you uttered faintly, the words slipping from your lips as softly as a whisper.

[lovedrruunk]

What TikToks I think overwatch characters would post pt 2! (>ᴗ•) !

Part 1 !

Rein, don’t know if u guys know that liver king guy but he’s literally just rein if he took steroids. Posts tons of like gym core/culture videos yk BUT HES ONE OF THE GOOD ONES!!! Ppl in the community love him bc of how positive he is even though he’d give rlly bad advice “EATING THIS RAW TESTICLE INCREASED MY TESTOSTERONE LEVELS BY 9%!!!!”

D.va, this can go 2 ways. #1 in all her Korean celebrity realness posts vids doing trendy dances while using crazy whitening filters and doing aegyo. #2 goes by a fake name and trolls the fuck out of people. D.va being a hater is such a strong head canon of mine like I love her being a toxic bitch like yes slay or whatever so relatable! Replies to streamers she secretly hates like “Wow your mom’s basement looks so clean!” “My left toe can get better plays.” “Bet even your keyboard hates being touched by you.” basically meowbah or wtv her name was but less weird more cunty

Ana, she replies to reins TikTok’s telling his followers NOT to do anything he says, but other than that I can see her posting cooking vids (as every Arab mom does) but she’ll be talking sweetly in English and then suddenly start cussing something out in Arabic and it’ll be so off topic and it’s rlly funny “and then you add 1 cup of flour! ‘I told my lazyass lgbtqia daughter to pick up some earlier but of fucking course she chose to disappoint me again. Ever since the day I birthed her she has been disappointing me over and over again.’ A pinch of salt!”

Hanzo, DEPRESSION CORE SLIDESHOWS LMAOOO some “when the nice guy loses his patience… the devil shivers.” ass shit, bio is probs something stupid like “family betray, women cheat, Hennessy cures.”

Ashe, CONTROVERSIAL QUEEN !!! People forget she’s southern like please you cannot tell me she doesn’t have some crazyass takes. Will post borderline ragebait in like her car or something. “My gun identifies as a PLUNGER. Beat that Biden.” “BIDEN CANT TAKE MY GUNS, I KEEP THEM UPSTAIRS!!!” “Bidens oldass will probably find a way to outlive my OMNIC butler.” She’ll say all this stupid shit with a straight face and I just think that’s so funny. On rare occasions she’ll actually have a rlly good progressive take and ppl will be like okay hold up let her cook…

Tracer, kinda like junkrat where she's only famous cuz ppl lowk make fun of her and she hasn't caught on yet... I LOVEEEE Tracer she's my fav character but CMONNNN "Cheers love!" SHES NOT SURVIVING TIKTOK!!! ppl in the comments will be mocking her accent and she'll just think they're british too... ppl make fun of her NOT cuz they hate her but because she's just ummm eccentric that's the world plus she's british so that's rlly the only reason why ppl make fun of her like not in a mean way but just for funsies yk...

Pharah, being arab and being a lesbian I am 100% qualified to say this but she's such a fucking lesbo ykwim like 'hey mamas' type, she's also really whitewashed like thinks shes a white stud or something. Ellie Williams wannabe makes thirst traps in stained white wife beaters and expects every lesbian in a 100 mile radius to want her (they dont). Thinks playing basketball makes her the shit and she's just rlly desperate and lame. horny on main. Ana found one of her thirst traps once and it led to a really awkward convo

Kiriko, she's only there to post cute videos of her adventures with her gang and fox like shes just there to have a good time ykwim. And she's like popular bc all her fans r girls and her vlogs and stuff r just so nice to watch plus she's funny and rlly cool!

Baptiste, the anti-andrew tate. Hes so attractive and like confident that people can't help but like him ykwim like he makes little straight boys piss their pants with his bazillion level aura. He'll just post a random vid in his car maybe eating chipotle or something and he'll have men and women alike confessing their love for him in the comments. Lesbians love him.

Any character I haven't mentioned i just can't see posting or having tiktok!

[wrongcaitlyn]

What type of tik toks do you think everyone would post in tyt?

SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO RESPOND TO THIS i knew that i had talked about this in a few posts a while ago but its been so long that i can't find it anymorejsdf

anyway just a vague summary even tho i went into more detail on those old videos

nico - rarely uses it, mostly just shows up in random comment sections which always surprises everyone. occasionally he'll be forced to make some promo vids or smth but it's always very halfhearted or joking, think conan gray's tt LMAO i also think he'd be using those filters all the time idk like the ones that generate "what godly parent are you" "what celebrity look alike" that sort of stuff, occasionally he'll also do very very long rants on 2x speed (so that makes it so fast pretty much no one can understand) and post them on priv

will - even MORE rarely uses it. was forced to make one by leo. he goes months without looking and then posts a bunch of priv videos in a week. occasionally he'll post one public vid or msth taking part in a trend and it'll go super super viral for no reason (except a million people asking where they recognize him from)

leo - most followers somehow because i do think he'd get super viral with the tiktok algorithm. constantly posting videos, mostly just him and his friends doing random stuff or audios with text being relatable/saying stupid jokes (will nico jason and piper make FREQUENT appearances here)

kayla - also super popular, def took part in the bratlympics trends but usually will do dances/trends or archery things, occasionally talking about her annoying brothers on there and also every now and then having to do an explanation video of "yes my dad is apollo and yes my other dad is darren knowles and yes my brother is best friends with nico di angelo and yes i know piper mclean pls stop asking questions about this" (nico makes a lot of appearances on her tt too)

jason - pure promotion stuff. clips from interviews and red carpets, he only posts when he's got something coming out

piper - lots of promotion stuff too, bts from photoshoots and stuff, but also her and leo prob do a bunch of dances and stuff like that. overall she, leo, and kayla do the best/are the most active on tt

apollo - he doesn't post on the actual apollo account he has but there is a delphi records account that people don't know he runs. and is active on. very frequently. he likes to comment on random small artists' posts or duet them just to watch them go viral and get attention!! also does the thing that nico does of appearing in the most random comment sections, and will comment on every single one of his kids' videos

austin - he doesn't have a tiktok account but at some point someone records a performance of his and posts it online and the audio goes viral. when kayla finds out that her brother went viral without even having the app downloaded she goes insane and will pester austin about creating an acc till the end of time but austin is very stubborn

[ultrvmonogamy]

i did the 'your celebrity look alike' tiktok filter thing n got:

the rock

rihanna

queen elizabeth

chris evans

beyonce

chris evans again

[mandarinmoons]

Pls I tried the celebrity look alike filter on tiktok and it gave me Robert Downey jr I- 😭

[brothim]

Thoughts after watching "Uglies"

I haven't read the book, so I can't compare it to the movie like many others do. However, I think I do get the point it's trying to transport, so I'll just share my thoughts on how that was achieved.

My first thought when I saw most of the cast in one of the first scenes together, when they're sitting in the auditorium: wow, most of them are really fucking beautiful. Now, sure, I get that the message is supposed to be that people are already fine and special the way they look naturally, but come on, most of them were conventionally attractive and the actress who plays Shay is outright gorgeous. I guess that can be justified because her flaw is supposed to be her skinny figure, and they do give her an hourglass shape in the end.

The thing about Peris that may be considered a flaw and doesn't fit in our beauty standards was his nose. So I was kind of disappointed to see that his yassified version wasn't given a tiny button nose. Because that's what you'd observe in our world right now. Especially if they can express preferences, and he's been bullied for his nose his entire life.

That's what just bothered me in general. They slapped a skin filter and colorful eyes on the pretties and called it a day, when the unrealistic and unattainable beauty standards are right there. Just open Instagram. In my opinion, it should look more uniform, like the phenomenon we can observe right now: all the influencers and celebrities are starting to look alike.

Tally after surgery? Same thing. Skin filter and golden eyes. Like, that's the ✨️life-altering surgery✨️ everyone is so obsessed about in this society? Google the actress and it's literally just her with red carpet makeup. I'd just imagine surgery is supposed to be more... substantial? Like two pictures of Kylie Jenner at 17 and 27 years old. Again, those beauty standards are supposed to be so unattainable for the uglies that they're society's outcasts. Tally's 'flaw' were supposed to be her eyes, so why not enlarge them just a tiny bit too much? Make it a little uncanny? Come on guys, you've got the CGI for that.

I did enjoy watching the movie. I liked the chemistry between Shay and Tally. It's just playing it a bit safe. Because God forbid the viewers see the same botoxed, injected face with large lips and rhinoplasty that stares at them from their screens daily and start thinking, hey, maybe all those people are not getting so much work done because they ✨️chose to✨️ and it makes them ✨️happy✨️

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 03/12/23

So a friend of mine introduced me to K dramas  and now it’s completely changed my netflix viewing experience.  I’m currently Watching Twenty Five / Twenty One, I highly recommend, I just finished within the last week to ten days Vincenzo and  Move to Heaven.  So if you have any recommendations, please let me know. I’m going for more dubbed right now, the only reason why is because I don’t have much spare time, so I need something I can listen while I might step away from the television a bit doing chores.  

I know it’s been a while since I’ve done an official Six Sentence Sunday but I actually do have some stuff to share! And here’s to hoping I get some of these if not all of them posted in their entirety in the next few weeks!!!!

I know I’ve been slow to post new stories but here is what I’ve posted in the last little bit: 

The Galentine’s Day Queens

School Dayz: Tornado Taylor 🌪

Original Post: 03/12/23 at 8:46PM

Laissez Le Bon Temps Rouler (Special) The Book:  TRR x The Freshman Series Series: Mia’s 🌎 World Pairings:  Mia x Jaiden (TRR MC x M!OC) / Chris x Emily (The Freshman)  Status: Still in the Writing process

Raucous laughter and ear splitting shouts followed by squeals and high pitched howls broke over the street as what had to be fifty obviously already drunken people bore down on them in a thundering herd. They were naked, all of them. Wearing only footwear and what had to be thirty pounds of beads each, the partygoers plowed through the group heedless of separating them.

The naked people, men, and women alike danced and twirled through the throng of onlookers crowding the street while the booming of a band that had been distant background noise became louder and louder. Suddenly the two sides of the street were separated by one of the seemingly endless parades that were part and parcel of the Mardi Gras experience.

As the horde of naked people finished filtering down one side of the street, a conga line swept down the other. The middle of the street filled with floats as music and shouts filled the air and beads rained down on the crowd like mana from heaven.

When they finally had a chance to look around, they each found themselves separated from the group, adrift in a strange city during a jubilant celebration.

Chris and Emily

“MIA!”  Emily called out.  

A random woman grabbed her arm dancing in front of her. 

“I’ll be your Mia.”  

Chris smiled  and gently pulled  Emily’s arm from the grasp of the scantily clad dressed woman with scores of beads around her neck.  

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”  

The woman shrugged her shoulders and walked away.

“How did we lose everyone so quickly?”  

“No, the question you should be asking is why didn’t we lose each other, and I’ll tell you why right now Em, it’s our matching shirts.  I’m so glad I had these made. I told you matching shirts was the only way to go.”  

Ah the gem of a shirt the both of them were wearing, Blaze Neon Green Shirts with black writing on them, the front  saying “Laissez le bon temps rouler,” with the back saying “Oui cher,” which they had really gotten good at saying this afternoon.   Emily had yet to figure out what Chris’s fascination with matching shirts exactly was.  

Part 6: Shattered Heart The Series: The Cordonian Arrangement  The Book: TRH/TRF Pairings:  Riley x Nico (TRR MC x M!OC) / past pairing Liam x Riley Status: In the editing process

The infusion of her friends and family around her in the coming weeks greatly helped Riley. He thought at times she still looked numb and going through the motions, but he could still hear her crying at night when everything was quiet and she was alone.

“Riley?”  

“I’m okay,”  she said through the door.

“May I come in?”  

Riley opened the door.

“I brought you a slice of galaktoboureko.”

He knew from Nico that it was Riley’s favorite dessert now, but Liam had remembered that Riley always had a sweet tooth.  

“I’m really okay.”  She said through the sniffles.

After a few minutes of silence, Riley whispered.  “I’m not okay.”  

“I know. I wouldn’t expect you to be so soon after…..”  

“My husband died.”

Riley wiped away the tears once more.

“You’ve been really kind Liam, and helping with Angelo, some days when I don’t feel like getting up you’ve been there to help. I’m grateful. Thank you.”  

“You don’t have to thank me for this.”  

“Yes I do, you’ve been here the better part of a month, running a country from a distance, just to be here for me, Angelo, and little one.”  

“Because…. You are my family, and this is where I felt I needed to be.”

“We haven’t talked about it…. What Nico asked of you....”

“Yes…”

“I’m being honest, I can’t see myself leaving Greece any time soon. Just like you know you need to be here, I need to be here to properly grieve him.  I can't get up and leave his family, after everything we’ve lost, and take the last living part of him with me. I won’t do that to them.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to do that Riley.”

“As for us…. I can’t think of that right now.  I need to focus on Angelo and having a healthy pregnancy with as little stress as possible.”

The Last Part The Book: TRH Series:  The Rotten Apple 🍎 Pairings:  Eleanor x Nico / (Eleanor x M!OC)  Status: Still in the writing process

Nico patted his stomach.  “I’ve gained over four kilos since she’s been home.”

“And I don’t mind that at all.  We both have gained some. The food just tastes better here.”  

“But that’s happiness. You two are happy together.”

“We are.”  

“Speaking of, would you mind taking a walk with me King Liam, there are some things I wanted to discuss with you.”  

“Of course. Let me just finish….”  He took a few more bites from his plate.  

“There is dessert father.  Your favorite.”

“Let’s get this walk in Nico, it might need to be a spirited run.”  

“We’ll start  at a fast paced walk and see how that goes."

Elle and Libby laughed as the two started to jog down the driveway.

"What do you think they're going  to talk about?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Libby stared at Ellie in silence waiting for her to connect the dots.

"You silly!!!!  Father insisted all the way here on the jet that the two of you have an announcement to make since you invited him here. Are you engaged? I know you're not wearing a ring unless you’re hiding it?  Are you engaged Ellie?”  

“No, he hasn’t asked.”

“Would you say yes if he did?”

Elle opened her mouth to speak but Libby immediately cut her off.  

“Of course you would!  I don’t even know why I even asked that. Well if you’re not engaged….”  Liberty’s eyes went wide.

“Are you pregnant again?”  

Elle choked on her drink.  “Why would you say that?”

“Could it be your mini me, that’s playing in the yard with your dog Icarus right now? You’re not denying it.  And you’re drinking water, not wine.”  

“So what? Nico is drinking water too.  He doesn’t drink anymore.  He only keeps wine in the house for company.”  

“You’re still not denying it Ellie….”

[choicesprompts]

March 2023 Prompt

Hello all, and welcome again to @choicesprompts challenge! We’re happy you’re joining us for another story-starting prompt

The idea is simple. Everyone begins with the same sentence (or paragraph), and let our muses create a story that we may not have otherwise written.

Staring with this prompt, we are moving to a monthly prompt rather than a bi-monthly one.

The prompt for March 2023 is below: This month's prompt is in honor of Mardi Gras and we encourage collaborations. (have two or more authors divide up the characters in a group and write their adventures, though certainly, one author can write several characters if that's what you want to do.) Also, feel free to write just one character's POV after they are separated from their friends.

The group of friends found themselves smack in the middle of pandemonium. Going to Mardi Gras had been the plan, but none of them had anticipated just how chaotic the entire experience was going to be.

One moment, the group was all together, wearing the outfits that had been picked out for each of them by the birthday boy, listening to the most boring lecture ever given on architectural significance of the buildings in the region and the next, they were scattered to the winds.

Raucous laughter and ear splitting shouts followed by squeals and high pitched howls broke over the street as what had to be fifty obviously already drunken people bore down on them in a thundering herd. They were naked, all of them. Wearing only footwear and what had to be thirty pounds of beads each, the partygoers plowed through the group heedless of separating them.

The naked people, men, and women alike danced and twirled through the throng of onlookers crowding the street while the booming of a band that had been distant background noise became louder and louder. Suddenly the two sides of the street were separated by one of the seemingly endless parades that were part and parcel of the Mardi Gras experience.

As the horde of naked people finished filtering down one side of the street, a conga line swept down the other. The middle of the street filled with floats as music and shouts filled the air and beads rained down on the crowd like mana from heaven.

When they finally had a chance to look around, they each found themselves separated from the group, adrift in a strange city during a jubilant celebration.

Please remember that names/genders/pronouns can be changed to fit your narrative. (As well as verb tense and first/third person)

Now here’s the part where we go over the ground rules:

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Prompt does not need to be bolded.

We ask that the prompt not be altered unless it is to change gender and/or pronouns; tenses (past vs. present) ; or writing styles (third person narrative, first person character POV, reader insert).

While there is no word limit, we suggest your story remain in the 3k-5k word count range

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This prompt is good for the period March 1st – 31st. Please have all submissions to us no later than 11:59pm Central Time on March 31st.

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[jypsyvloggin]

How to get the Your Celebrity Look Alike filter on TikTok?

How to get the Your Celebrity Look Alike filter on TikTok? @wavyute This has ruined my day #fyp ♬ original sound – Klaudia Tiktok Challenges are a good opportunity to get new followers. By joining a trend, you can benefit from the general interest. I have introduced you to a few of the past Tiktok challenges and given you tips on participating. Now it’s time for the Your Celebrity Look Alike…

[angelasscribbles]

Mardi Gras Mayhem Chapter 1: Introduction

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each one in order!)

Fandom: TRR

Pairings: none, this a guys weekend

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell’s 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What could possibly go wrong?

Word Count: 281

Rating: MA

Warning: Mentions nudity

The intro is the March prompt from @choicesprompts

The group of friends found themselves smack in the middle of pandemonium. Going to Mardi Gras had been the plan, but none of them had anticipated just how chaotic the entire experience was going to be.

One moment, the group was all together, wearing the outfits that had been picked out for each of them by the birthday boy, listening to the most boring lecture ever given on architectural significance of the buildings in the region and the next, they were scattered to the winds.

Raucous laughter and ear-splitting shouts followed by squeals and high-pitched howls broke over the street as what had to be fifty obviously already drunken people bore down on them in a thundering herd. They were naked, all of them. Wearing only footwear and what had to be thirty pounds of beads each, the partygoers plowed through the group heedless of separating them.

The naked people, men, and women alike danced and twirled through the throng of onlookers crowding the street while the booming of a band that had been distant background noise became louder and louder. Suddenly the two sides of the street were separated by one of the seemingly endless parades that were part and parcel of the Mardi Gras experience.

As the horde of naked people finished filtering down one side of the street, a conga line swept down the other. The middle of the street filled with floats as music and shouts filled the air and beads rained down on the crowd like mana from heaven.

When they finally had a chance to look around, they each found themselves separated from the group, adrift in a strange city during a jubilant celebration.

[eorzeasntm]

Classic Cycle 14 Auditions

Do you have what it takes to be Eorzea’s next S-Rank model?

It feels like 84 years since we ran a cycle, but with Patch 6.4 out and summertime giving us all a little bit more daylight and hopefully some breathing space, we’re going to give it a shot in celebration of 10 years of ENTM! That’s right, about this time in 2013 Rongi Pongi had the crazy idea to get a bunch of models on the official forums in swimsuits off the coast of Hullbreaker Island for what turned into a multi week screenshot contest, and the rest is history.

Classic Cycle 14 will be a 6 week contest, open to veterans and new models alike. Our models will be given all themes ahead of time, but asked to keep them a secret until the week the shot is scheduled. Judging is done two ways – juried by a panel of ENTM veterans and screenshot community celebrities, and also by a popular vote that’s open to all the friends, family, and fans of the models.

Classic Cycle 14 will run from June 23rd to August 1 with a winner announced by August 2nd, 2023.

Call for Models

We are in search of up to 5-10 models for this contest. To enter, you will need a Discord account. Send a direct message to admin Katarh (now literally just Katarh thanks to Discord’s weird renaming thing) and include the following information:

Your Character Name and Race

Your Server and Data Center (ENTM contests are open to all data centers!)

A screenshot of your character from the waist up that will be used as your debut portrait for the contest, so make it cute with the best lighting you can muster! NO MODS AND NO RESHADE ALLOWED. Also no NVIDIA filters. You can use Gpose and the in game tools to your heart’s content.

A screenshot of your character in battle or an action pose, with a cool background and some kind of flashy effects (I call it “battle glitter.”) Again, no mods or reshade or Nvidia filters allowed.

ENTM contests are vanilla only to keep it fair to our PS4/PS5 contestants.

Auditions are open until June 16th! If we fail to meet the minimum of 5 models, the cycle will be postponed, so don’t be shy about auditioning. We love new models!

Call for Judges

I am also looking for ideally 1-2 new judges to round out the panel of ENTM veterans. If you are a screenshot community member (with serious opinions about glams and gorgeous backgrounds), or you know someone who might be a good fit for a judge (because they have serious opinions about glams and gorgeous backgrounds) please send a DM to Katarh so I can talk to you or get in touch with them!

[desertslegacy]

garlands of sambac

As the Ethereal Ball is only a little ways away, students and staff are doing their best to prepare via dancing lessons, outfit shopping, and event planning. This year a vendor arrives in town with a wagon full of flowers from all over the world in full bloom. They’re quite the romantic though, so luckily for you, they’re even offering corsage and boutonniere lessons. gift your crush, significant other, sworn enemy, or whoever it may be a lovely floral arrangement that you hand-picked and handmade! They won’t judge if it looks ugly, but.. maybe the person next to you is better at arranging. 

(starter for @lalamines) 

Garreg Mach town had a thriving marketplace, filled to the brim with stalls and stands of travelling merchants, as well as the brick-and-mortar stops of more local mainstays. Igrene had eventually made her way to venturing from the monastery, edging into the town to get a better idea of what lay within – and more, to get a feel for whatever preparations the town may be doing for the monastery's upcoming ball. 

She could not claim to be in particular excited for it, but she was curious. It would happen that her arrival was marked by such a large event. And so she moved about the market, watching as monks and students and knights alike filtered in and out with their purchases large and small. 

"My lady! A bloom for the lady!" A flower vendor gestured for her, plucking a sprig of jasmine and inhaling theatrically before handing it to her. "A fragrant blossom for a beautiful lady." 

"Oh? Thank you." Holding the flower gently in hand, Igrene approached the cart, taking in the huge variety of lush flora. They had their own stall in Arcadia of imported blooms and some desert flowers when they could be foraged, but it was nothing compared to the scale of this. 

The vendor moved around the cart with a deceptive litheness, sidling up next to her. "Is the beautiful lady going to be present at the ball? Many of them are – perhaps the lady would like a corsage for her gown? Come, we are holding a workshop just for the occasion!" 

Curious, Igrene allowed herself to be led to the bench and table nearby where it seemed students and knights and couples were seated, making little floral arrangements of their own, chattering amongst themselves about their creations with occasional input from a young woman that moved about the space. 

Hesitant, Igrene looked at the jasmine in her hand – familiar, a flower they used for many sorts of occasions in Arcadia, from celebration to mourning – and she hesitantly reached for a basket of blooms before she retracted the hand. 

"I see you have the hang of this," she said with a chuckle to the girl seated beside her, hands busy with their own corsage. "I'm afraid I don't have much experience with this kind of thing." 

[theworldcigarr]

Why Choose Same-Day Cigar Delivery in Mumbai?

Introduction

Imagine hosting a last-minute celebration or craving a quiet evening with a premium cigar, only to find yourself without your favorite smoke. In a bustling city like Mumbai, where time is of the essence, same-day cigar delivery offers the perfect solution. This blog delves into why Cigar delivery in Mumbai has become an essential service for aficionados, blending convenience, accessibility, and luxury into one seamless experience.

The Need for Same-Day Cigar Delivery in Mumbai

Mumbai, India’s financial hub, is a city that thrives on speed and efficiency. In such a fast-paced environment, the demand for quick, reliable services extends to every industry—including premium cigars. Let’s explore the primary reasons behind the growing popularity of same-day cigar delivery services.

Convenience and Accessibility

24/7 Lifestyle of Mumbai

Mumbai is a city that never sleeps. From late-night business meetings to impromptu gatherings, having access to premium cigars on demand aligns perfectly with the city’s dynamic lifestyle.

Eliminating Travel Hassles

Navigating through Mumbai’s traffic to visit a cigar lounge or specialty store can be daunting. Same-day delivery eliminates this hassle, saving time and effort while ensuring access to your preferred cigars.

Broad Selection of Premium Cigars

Diverse Choices at Your Fingertips

Many same-day delivery services in Mumbai offer a curated range of premium cigars from globally renowned brands, catering to seasoned enthusiasts and beginners alike.

Personalized Recommendations

Some platforms also provide expert guidance, helping you choose the right cigar based on your preferences and the occasion.

Key Advantages of Cigar Delivery in Mumbai

Time-Saving Benefits

In a city as busy as Mumbai, saving time is invaluable. Same-day cigar delivery ensures that you don’t have to compromise on quality or convenience.

Instant Gratification

Whether you’re planning an event or simply indulging yourself, same-day delivery ensures your cigars arrive fresh and on time.

Perfect for Last-Minute Needs

Forgotten a gift for a fellow cigar lover? Same-day delivery services allow you to send a premium cigar set as a thoughtful present within hours.

Supporting Local Businesses

Mumbai’s Growing Cigar Culture

Same-day cigar delivery not only supports local businesses but also nurtures the city’s growing cigar culture, encouraging more people to explore and enjoy premium cigars.

Encouraging Sustainable Practices

Many local cigar delivery services focus on eco-friendly packaging and sustainable sourcing, contributing to a greener Mumbai.

Choosing the Right Same-Day Cigar Delivery Service in Mumbai

Selecting the right service ensures a seamless and satisfying experience. Here’s what to consider:

Reliability and Speed

Consistent Service

Choose a provider known for their punctuality and consistency to ensure your cigars are delivered on time, every time.

Real-Time Tracking

Many platforms offer tracking options, giving you peace of mind and visibility into the delivery process.

Product Quality and Authenticity

Verified Suppliers

Ensure the service partners with authentic suppliers to guarantee the quality of the cigars.

Proper Handling

Premium cigars require careful storage and handling to maintain their quality. Opt for services that prioritize proper packaging and transportation.

Customer Support

Easy Accessibility

A responsive customer support team is crucial for addressing any issues or queries promptly.

Flexible Payment Options

Look for services that provide secure and flexible payment methods, including cash on delivery, UPI, and credit card payments.

How Same-Day Cigar Delivery Works

Understanding the process can help you make the most of this service.

Step-by-Step Guide

Browse Online Platforms: Choose a reliable same-day delivery service offering a wide selection of cigars.

Select Your Cigar: Filter by brand, size, or flavor profile to find your perfect match.

Place Your Order: Confirm your selection and provide delivery details.

Track Your Order: Use real-time tracking to monitor your cigar’s journey.

Receive and Enjoy: Your cigars will arrive at your doorstep, ready to be enjoyed.

Why Mumbai is an Ideal Market for Cigar Delivery

High Demand for Premium Products

As one of India’s most cosmopolitan cities, Mumbai boasts a large audience for luxury goods, including cigars. Same-day delivery caters to this discerning clientele.

Thriving Nightlife and Corporate Culture

Mumbai’s vibrant nightlife and corporate events often incorporate premium cigars as a symbol of sophistication and celebration.

Generic Insights into Cigar Delivery

A Global Trend

Same-day delivery of cigars is a growing trend worldwide, driven by advancements in logistics and the increasing demand for convenience.

The Importance of Proper Storage

Cigars are delicate products that require specific conditions to maintain their quality. Trusted delivery services ensure proper handling throughout the journey.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Sourced from "People Also Ask"

What is the best way to store cigars during delivery? Cigar delivery services often use humidified packaging to preserve freshness during transit.

Are cigars available for same-day delivery in Mumbai fresh? Yes, reputable services ensure that cigars are fresh and properly stored until delivery.

How can I verify the authenticity of a cigar delivery service? Look for reviews, certifications, and partnerships with trusted brands.

Do delivery services offer international cigar brands? Many services in Mumbai provide a selection of popular international cigar brands.

What’s the average cost of same-day cigar delivery? Costs vary based on the brand, quantity, and delivery location but typically include a premium for same-day service.

Original FAQs

Can I schedule a specific delivery time for my cigars? Most services offer flexible delivery slots, allowing you to choose a time that suits you.

Are there any discounts for bulk orders? Yes, many services provide discounts or special offers for large or recurring orders.

Do delivery services cater to specific events or occasions? Absolutely! Some services offer customized packages for weddings, parties, and corporate events.

What should I do if my cigars arrive damaged? Contact customer support immediately. Reputable services typically offer refunds or replacements for damaged products.

Can I get accessories like cutters or humidors delivered? Many platforms also stock accessories and offer them as part of their delivery service.

Conclusion

Same-day cigar delivery in Mumbai has transformed the way cigar enthusiasts enjoy their passion. Combining speed, convenience, and quality, this service is a testament to the city’s evolving luxury landscape. Whether you’re a seasoned aficionado or new to the world of cigars, same-day delivery ensures you never miss out on the experience. Embrace the convenience and sophistication of this service and elevate your cigar experience today.

[vijayalakshmitravels]

Top Travels in Madambakkam

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Top Travels in Madambakkam: A Hidden Gem in Chennai

Madambakkam, tucked away in the southern suburbs of Chennai, is a delightful destination for travelers seeking peace, culture, and natural beauty. This area, lesser-known but full of hidden treasures, offers a mix of historical landmarks, tranquil lakes, lush parks, and vibrant local life, making it an ideal getaway from the city's hustle.

Must-Visit Attractions in Madambakkam

Madambakkam Lake: A peaceful escape, Madambakkam Lake is the perfect spot for nature lovers. Its calm waters and surrounding greenery offer an excellent location for picnics, birdwatching, or a relaxing walk by the water.

Kumaran Kottam Temple: An ancient temple that reflects the region’s deep spirituality, the Kumaran Kottam Temple is known for its intricate architecture and religious significance, attracting pilgrims and history buffs alike.

Local Markets and Cuisine: Explore Madambakkam's bustling markets to indulge in authentic South Indian dishes. Savor traditional favorites like dosas, idlis, and filter coffee while interacting with the warm locals.

Cultural Experiences and Hidden Gems

Artisan Workshops: Madambakkam is home to skilled artisans who specialize in traditional crafts. Visit local pottery studios and handicraft centers where you can watch the creation of intricate handmade pieces.

Festivals and Cultural Celebrations: If you're in Madambakkam during festival time, expect lively processions, music, and dance. Festivals here are a reflection of the rich cultural traditions of the region.

Practical Travel Tips

Getting Around Madambakkam: Whether by bus, auto-rickshaw, or bike, getting around Madambakkam is easy and convenient. Explore the neighborhood at your own pace to discover hidden treasures.

Respect Local Traditions: When visiting temples or interacting with locals, be mindful of their customs. A respectful approach enhances the cultural experience and fosters good relations.

Conclusion

Madambakkam is a charming and peaceful destination in Chennai, offering a unique blend of spirituality, nature, and local culture. Whether you're a solo traveler, a family on vacation, or someone looking to delve into South Indian traditions, Madambakkam is a must-visit for an enriching experience.