#no that has nothing to do with what I was going through as a teenager

[moralesluvr]

IDFC | BILLIE EILISH.

୧ ‧₊˚ your best friend comes home drunk again, and you realize that hiding your love for her is dawning on you more than you thought.

pairings & aus. billie eilish x fem!reader warnings. angst & nothing but it | unrequited love | no happy ending (but do tell if you want a part two...) author's note. hello second upload of the day!! (this is so unlike me) but i had this revolutionary idea while listening to idfc by blackbear...so here's this very angsty fic lmao! enjoy! word count. 2.7k

falling in love with your best friend has got to take the cake for the ‘dumbest shit i’ve ever put myself through’ award, you think.

you didn’t mean for it to happen— of course not, and it all happened so quickly that you didn’t realize how deep you were in it until months later.

you and billie had became friends in an odd way, you knew someone who knew claudia and of course, billie did too— so the both of you mingled at her birthday party a couple years back, when the both of you were just shy of eighteen.

nobody could seperate the two of you if they tried, and that trait carried on with you and billie until you stepped into adulthood. moving in together seemed like such a good idea in the past— you two were tight, and billie wanted to live separately from her family now— it should’ve been so easy, right?

well no, of course not.

before meeting billie, you assumed that you were straight. but as teenagers, that when lines start to get blurred and things start to mess with your head, and you would sometimes catch yourself staring at her for a little too long, or your heart twisting whenever she texted you.

it killed you to fall in love with billie. it was painful and long, and with every day that passed— she only made it worse.

because she was billie eilish, she would unintentionally flirt with you, but that’s because she did it with everyone, of course she wasn’t going to treat you any differently. she always called you nicknames like ‘baby’ and ‘mama’, which wouldn’t have bothered you that bad if you understood the friendly connotations behind it. but you wanted her to be yours so damn badly, and every time she called you anything but your name, it made your skin fiery to the touch.

but the worst of the worst, god— the thing that’ll haunt you forever, was when she had kissed you in your shared apartment after your 20th birthday. compared to her at the time, you were much more innocent, and hadn’t hardly kissed anyone in your entire life. and with your own speculation that you may not be strictly into men, you had drunkenly asked her to take your ‘girl kiss virginity’ away, and she obliged like it was nothing.

you didn’t like the kiss at all. not because she wasn’t a good kisser— she was a damn good one, but it was because the kiss was deep and passionate, and her hands were roaming all over your body as one kiss turned to two, and two turned to three, and you don’t even know how long the both of you were wrapped in each other until she complained that she was tired and that she was going to go to sleep.

it made you feel like shit. she had slipped out of your room and left you lonesome, and you brushed your fingertips over your lips to try to make sense of what just happened. you had just made out with your best friend, which wasn’t the issue, the issue was that you liked it.

you eventually had to pick a side, if you were going to let your little crush get in the way of friendship, or if you were just going to sweep all of those romantic feelings under the rug. and that’s exactly what you did— you pretended like it didn’t hurt when she would get into relationships, or come to you asking for help to plot on someone she wanted to be with.

you were just being a good best friend by helping her out. she would always ask you why you didn’t ever date, and you just made up some lame excuse about how that wasn’t what interested you. which wasn’t entirely a lie, it didn’t interest you, because only she did.

in current time, it’s half past two in the morning when billie stumbles through the door of your shared apartment, keys jingling on her carabiner against her jean-clad thigh when her eyes meet yours. you’re sitting idle at the kitchen island with a bowl of cereal in your hand, clad in nothing but a pair of billie’s boxers and a lacy white tee. you shoot her an inquisitive look, “where have you been dude? it’s like, two in the fucking morning, and i’ve barely seen your face all day.”

she gives out a nonchalant shrug, closing the door with her foot, and you can just tell by her sluggish body language that she’s anything but sober. she’s smiling too much and not talking enough, and when billie gets like that, it’s usually because she’s had a couple of drinks.

you’ve been out all night, don’t know where you’ve been, youre slurring on your words, not making any sense— but i don’t fucking care.

“where have you been, billie?” you ask her, dropping your spoon in your empty bowl as you looked at her, waiting on your answer.

she’s moving so slow that it starts to piss you off, and she just gives you another drunken shrug with a wave of her hand, “don’t worry a-about it, mama, just..a l-little get together.”

the nickname that she gives you makes your skin crawl, and you slide off of your stool and grab your phone, placing your bowl in the sink without saying a word billie. you don’t have the energy to entertain her shit tonight, so you walk up the stairs quietly, slamming your room door in contrast to your silence.

you don’t expect her to bother you for the rest of the night, but billie being billie, she unsolicitedly opens your bedroom door, leaning against the door frame with one arm resting above her head, the other at her side, holding a cup of juice.

“what did you do…tonight?” billie’s words are choppy, and you try your best to not pay any mind to her. usually when she’s drunk, you’d take such good care of her, getting her into comfier clothes and letting her sleep in your bed. but you were irritated now, and you tried your best to fight the urge to be your usual, hospitable self.

“nothing, i waited on your ass to get back so i could sleep.” you responded coldly to her, walking over to your dresser to grab a hoodie to slip on. your eyes scanned the array of clothing, and you bit your lip when you realized that all the clean hoodies you had belonged to billie.

you pretended like it didn’t bother you and grabbed a gray essentials hoodie, pulling it over your head and fixing the hood, “i’m gonna go to sleep, so…”

billie sunk into the oak wood of your door, and of course, when you turn your head for five seconds, she slips and falls straight to the floor.

“fuck!”

you quickly whipped your head around, and you wanted so badly tonight to just keep to yourself and not deal with billie’s shenanigans, but you couldn’t control yourself as you ran over to her, kneeling down and grabbing her face. her eyes were closed like she was asleep, and you tapped her cheek lightly but frantically, “bils? talk to me, are you awake?”

“i-i’m fine.” billie breathes out after a couple of moments, sitting up with her back pressed against the wall. she lets out a deep sigh that makes you let out one in relief.

even though you spoke against it at first, you were determined now to put her to bed safely. you offered her your water bottle that was on your dresser as you promised her that you’d be back, venturing out into the hallway and stepping into your bathroom.

you drew a hot bath for billie the way she liked it, leaving a change of clothes on the toilet, paired with a towel.

your blood was pumping adrenaline through your veins so hard that you could feel it heat your forehead. you weren’t even angry anymore— you just felt weak now, upset with the fact that billie always seemed to have this hold over you.

you loved her too much. it was becoming an issue now, but there wasn’t anything you could do or say, so the only option you had was to stay silent and suck it up. and although it hurt, really damn badly, those were your only options.

so you walked back into your bedroom and helped billie to the tub that waited for her, helping her strip out of her clothes that reeked of burberry perfume and tequila. her shirt was now discarded on the floor along with her pants, and the only thing she was in now was her bra and underwear.

of course, billie being your best friend— you’ve seen her naked plenty of times, but it still shocks you a little when she slips out of her undergarments, sinking into the bathtub, resting her head on the side of it.

“will you stay and talk to me?” billie murmurs, a little more sober now, and you nod silently, sitting crossed legged on the floor next to her.

it takes everything in you not to kiss her right now. she’s resting her head on her arms and looking at you with soft, tired eyes, her eyelashes drooping as she fought against sleep. her lips were pink and a little swollen, and she parts them to whisper lowly, “i’m….sorry.”

“sorry for what, billie?”

silence hangs in the air for a second until you hear her move in the water, taking a loofah and lavender scented body wash. she starts with her arms, head leaned against the wall behind her, “such a mess. i am— i-i’m sorry that you…have to put up with my shit.”

“it’s okay.” you mutter silently, “i do it because i love you.”

that makes billie smile, yet she’s got no idea that the love you’re describing is so much deeper than either of you could ever imagine. but you mask it well, flashing her a fake and small smile, throwing your head back to rest it on the toilet seat lid.

you honestly start to fall asleep until you hear the water drain, and billie grabs her towel and clothes behind you as you rub your eyes, jolting awake.

there’s no talking between the two of you. you just wait until she’s done putting on her t-shirt and sweats and when she’s ready, you lead her back to your bedroom instead of her own. you didn’t trust her to be alright on her own, so you let her sleep in your bed.

when you turn all of the lights off, billie climbs into bed next to you, her face so close to yours that your noses are almost touching.

her hand touches yours for a brief moment, “thank you…for always taking c-care…of me. i love you, y/n.”

billie falls asleep before you can even reply, and you eventually do the same, a tear slipping down your cheek silently.

the morning after is quiet, too quiet. the kind of quiet that presses against your chest and makes you want to scream just to break it. billie is still asleep when you wake up, her face turned toward you, the sunlight peeking through the blinds casting lines across her freckled skin. her lips are slightly parted, her breathing soft, and it makes your chest ache in that stupid way it always does when you look at her for too long.

you slide out of bed as carefully as you can, trying not to wake her, but even in her sleep, she stirs when you move. her hand stretches out to the space you just left, searching for you instinctively. it’s not fair how effortlessly she makes you feel like you belong to her, even when she doesn’t mean to.

the kitchen is the only refuge you have. you busy yourself making two cups of coffee, your hands shaking just enough to make it hard to pour the water into the machine. every sound feels too loud—the clink of the mug against the counter, the hum of the coffee pot, the low groan of the fridge door as you open it. your head is swimming with the memory of last night—her drunk apologies, the way her voice broke when she called herself a mess, and how much you wanted to hold her and never let go.

but you can’t. because she doesn’t love you like that.

she shuffles into the kitchen a while later, her hair a mess and her hoodie hanging off one shoulder. she looks like chaos wrapped in comfort, and it’s unfair how effortlessly beautiful she is. she rubs her eyes, leaning against the doorway as she watches you. “morning, mama,” she says, her voice still scratchy from sleep.

you don’t even bother correcting her nickname this time. it’s a battle you’ll never win. “morning,” you mutter, sliding a mug of coffee across the counter toward her.

she takes it, wrapping her hands around the warm ceramic, and gives you a soft smile. it’s the kind of smile that would make anyone else’s heart flutter, but for you, it just feels like a weight. “you didn’t have to do all that for me last night, you know,” she says quietly, her eyes downcast.

“it’s fine, billie,” you reply, your voice more clipped than you intend. “you were drunk. i couldn’t just leave you like that.”

she frowns, her brow furrowing like she’s trying to figure you out. “are you mad at me?”

you laugh bitterly, shaking your head. “no, billie. i’m not mad at you. i’m mad at….myself.”

her frown deepens, and she sets the mug down on the counter. “but why? you didn’t do anything wrong.”

her response makes you want to scream. you want to tell her everything, every little thought that’s been eating away at you for months, years even. but instead, you bite your tongue, because you can’t risk losing her. so you lie, like you always do. “forget it. it’s nothing.”

she doesn’t believe you—of course she doesn’t. but she doesn’t push, which almost makes it worse. because deep down, you wish she cared enough to dig. you wish she could see past the walls you’ve built up and realize that every time you look at her, it feels like your heart is breaking all over again.

the day passes in a blur of nothingness. billie spends most of it curled up on the couch, scrolling through her phone and occasionally singing along to whatever song is playing softly in the background. you try to distract yourself with chores, cleaning the apartment until your hands are raw from scrubbing. but no matter how much you busy yourself, your thoughts always circle back to her.

it’s late when she finally speaks again, her voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “do you ever feel like you’re…stuck?”

you glance up from where you’re folding laundry, startled by the vulnerability in her tone. “stuck how?”

“like…like you’re not where you’re supposed to be. like you’re waiting for something to happen, but it never does.”

your throat tightens, because that’s exactly how you’ve felt since the day you realized you were in love with her. “yeah,” you admit quietly. “i know what that feels like.”

she doesn’t say anything else, but her eyes meet yours across the room, and for a moment, it feels like she’s trying to tell you something without words. but then she looks away, and the moment is gone.

later, when she’s fallen asleep on the couch, you sit beside her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. the lyrics to “idfc” play in your head like a cruel mantra: “tell me pretty lies, look me in my face, tell me that you love me even if it’s fake.”

you reach out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, your fingers lingering for just a second too long. “i love you, billie,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the sound of her breathing.

but she doesn’t hear you. and maybe that’s for the best. because no matter how much it hurts, you’ll keep pretending. you’ll keep being her best friend, her safe place, even if it kills you. because as much as you wish she could love you back, you’d rather have her like this than not at all.

and so you sit there, the weight of your unspoken feelings pressing down on you, and you let the tears fall silently, knowing that tomorrow, nothing will have changed.

[meanbossart]

Ask Compilation: Blondes, feet, bowl-cut guardian lady.

He did not, they never had sex. But he was in love with her.

For sure. I think she struck him more like a teenager with the black hair and bangs, after the change (both visual and in attitude) she became a far more mature AND attractive person in his eyes.

PFFT, well, if you're saying they meet ALL of the criteria, I assume you mean both in looks and personality and hence be damn near his soulmate. DU drow could overlook weird feet (and a lot of other things, actually) if he were in love with the person in question. He would probably gently request they take better care of them, though.

Nothing special there, I'm afraid! He just has human-like skin - perhaps a little on the oily side but completely within the bounds of normality.

He runs a little hot, if that's anything. Oh! His hair is shockingly soft.

Correct! DU drow only (arguably) looks like a drow. He doesn't have their usual bone structure, height, or associated magical proclivities. He has some dark vision but its nowhere near as good as a drow's either.

I don't necessarily think all Bhaalspawn are the same way, but the Dark Urge IS quite different from the previous game's iterations. DU isn't simply Bhaal's child conceived with a partner, he's a piece of the god that supposedly slobbed off and grew legs and a face, pretty much. So yes, I do think that the Dark Urge at least is it's own unique thing.

The reason why he looks like a drow, is because he was placed in the Underdark upon creation. The metaphor I always use here is that if you place something infantile in a biome that is alien to it, it may try to adapt to it's environment to survive as it develops, to different degrees of success. This is why DU drow looks the way he does.

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You're welcome!

I've received a few snippets here that you can find through the #gift art tag! There is also the fic I'm in the process of writing called A Novel Experience on AO3.

It was just something I was compelled to do when I first drew him! The facial scars felt like they should lead into something else so I just made up a pattern on the spot, minus a tiny tweak here or there, it has stuck basically unchanged. All and any lore relating to the scars came later.

I get a lot of sweet messages but "thanks for your man's penis size" has to be one of my favorites. Thank you!

HELLO!

Thank you so much for the kind message! And that sounds like a fun dream, I love that your Tav got jealous of the attention ASTARION was receiving instead of mad that he had to share in the first place LOL

DU drow is desperately monogamous. He doesn't care what other people do with their lives but he's very much a "one and done" kind of person.

He would be willingly to participate in a threeway/have group sex with a partner, assuming the rules and regulations of said encounter were laid out clearly before or at least mutually understood between them. He would never want to see these people again after the fact though.

She does not, naturally I had no idea that this character was going to turn into anything when i made him, so I just... Made a lady. And since she was supposed to be a "guardian" I gave her a Joan of Arc type of look.

I've occasionally thought about changing this, but... Y'know, sometimes you don't need lore to be that in-depth, LOL.

The emperor gave everyone else a nondescript hottie he assumed they would trust, DU drow just got the same treatment. She's not even DU drow's type but definitely someone he would be compelled to take seriously yet not feel threatened by - so ultimately, her design does make sense.

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That's all I have the energy for tonight folks, as always thank you for the many encouraging and sweet messages you send me, I'm sorry I can't reply to all of them! 😭

Have yourselves a great week!

[smoochi-march]

Winter Nights Smile |

Fields of Mistria | March x F Reader

Summery | Out of all the familiar faces, March would notice somebody important missing. That being you, of course. Only to find you left alone freezing your ass off outside.

Warnings & Content | Pure fluff.

Wordcount | 1448

March sat in the Inn for what felt like hours, combing his red bangs back with a hand. His spare toying with the bottle of deer Hemlock so graciously offered him.

It’s a Friday night, a known tradition in Mistria to meet up and essentially have a massive get-together. That being said, despite all the laughter and chatter… he hasn’t spotted you in the crowd. Everyone walked through those damn doors hours ago, so where the hell were you? Others could hear him grumbling, his frustration evident each time somebody tried to interact with him. He didn’t mean to come off as rude, but, he did. Left an impatient, frustrated mess. Without your presence he felt odd, to think just the other week he kept his distance from you.

“-You could check on her, y’know?”

Hemlock chimed in on the young man's struggles, well aware you plagued March's thoughts. The man is no stranger to love, happily settled down with his own beautiful partner. Raising children together. Reminiscing back in the day where he was as inexperienced as this talented blacksmith.

March crossed his arms, laying his head down. Using his folded arms as his makeshift pillow, a pout was written along his features. Furrowing each brow at the suggestion,

“…-I’m not going to her house. It’s on her for not showing up, I have no interest in what she spends her time doing.”

March huffed, bottle clenched in his hand. Had it not been a strong glass, it may have shattered right then and there.

“C’mon, bro! Don’t act all tough, you’ve been pouting all night. Admit it, it’s okay to miss the girl you like!”

March adored his brother, but one thing he despised, a single factor he hated… was how Olric never knew when to keep his mouth shut.

“…You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

March lifts himself up, removing himself from the bar along with the Inn altogether. Storming off like an immature teenager, without a second glance.

“…My, my. Your brother has lost himself, eh? Haha.”

Hemlock commented on March’s absence, eyes settling on the beer bottle left at March's seat. Staring at it with a mischievous grin. Knowing all too well where March was heading. That bottle of alcohol left on the counter, though subtle, is a clear indication of March’s absent mind.

“-I’ve never seen him like this before. I hope he’s alright, March has been quieter than usual… like, more than he already is. What do you think, Hemlock?”

Olric caught himself frowning, scratching the back of his head. He always worries about his younger brother, especially when the boy is experiencing something as frustrating as love. Olric didn’t have a partner, and was fairly inexperienced as well, too busy taking care of his baby brother and the smith to involve himself in romance. Seeking guidance from Hemlock as a child with their father may do, seeking a solution to this issue.

“-March is smart, perhaps inexperienced, but he’s got a knack for learning quick. He’ll be alright, Kid. I’m sure he’s heading to her house as we speak. Nothing we can do besides help push him in the right direction.”

Humming to the bartender's responsible, and trustworthy input, Olric would ease up. A wide smile made its way to his face,

“Yeah! Y’know, you always have the best choice of word for any occasion, Hemlock! I’d bet on that too.”

—

The redhead marched his way through layers of snow littered on the ground, hands digging in the depths of his pockets as he ran into you halfway to your house. Eyes widening, he’d scoff and look away. Acting as if he wasn’t concerned about you.

“…March! How come you’re away from the Inn?”

“-Tch. I could ask you the same thing.”

He’d respond sharply, eyes meeting your figure. Looking you up and down, scouting you out like some sort of prey. Your cheeks were flushed, hands left rubbing against each other, seeking some level of warmth you clearly couldn’t obtain on your own. From the sluggish, and stiff movement, to those adorable rosy cheeks, ears, and nose… he wanted nothing more than to take advantage of the moment. A way to care for you, without appearing sappy. Playing off his feelings for you.

Without a word, he’d reach out. Taking your hands in his own, bring each one towards his lips. You’d feel a long exhale of his brush against your reddened skin, an attempt to warm them up… shielding your hands from the flakes of snow flowing with the chilly breeze.

The sensation was strange, finding yourself unable to hold back a blush. Eyes softening, you can’t help but feel your heart flutter. March, the headstrong blacksmith, was focused solely on aiding your frosted fingertips.

“…Shut up.”

“…I- I didn’t even say anything-“

“I said, shut. up.”

And you would. Frowning at the discomfort after all the hard labor you committed yourself to. Long story short, you slept in… resulting in all the work being pushed back by a couple hours. Forcing you to work throughout the cold night of winter…

“…quit taking the entire workload on your own all the time, whatever held you back so late… anybody could’ve helped.”

He’d lift his head, staring you directly in the eyes. Clearly not looking for any arguments from your end, your noses would soon kiss one another.

“I-Including you?”

You wouldn’t comment on the little space between you both, finding yourself to enjoy his advances.

“I- sure, including me- …I guess.”

His eyes averted bashfully, lifting his body so that he could create distance once again.

You’d smile, witnessing him return his focus to your hands. This was unlike the majority of your interactions, well, somewhat. He always contradicted himself, it was quite confusing at the beginning. But you’ve learned to read between the lines, he’s no doubt a man of actions rather than words.

Deciding to not upset him any further, you allowed him is moment of peace. Watching how he remained so attentive towards warming your stiff fingers, touched by his mind behavior.

“Have you eaten?-“

“I-“

“Have not. -Let’s go.”

He’d answer the question for you, making you huff in frustration. What was the point in asking a question he already knew the answer to? Lord, this Blacksmith would be the end of you.

Suddenly, you’d feel him let go of your hands. Removing his arms from each sleeve of his coat, offering it to you. Whether you agree to take it or not, he’d make you lift each arm up like a toddler- helping you sheathe your arms in each sleeve.

A sense of comfort began washing over you, lowering your head to the collar of his coat as March lowered himself to button it up. Inhaling March's scent had you on your knees. You’d never admit it to him, but you loved his scent. You loved his character, you loved his personality despite being stunted… you just fell in love with March as a whole. The cold winter air concealing the warmth flooding your cheeks, already pink long before he arrived.

“-you going to move? C’mon, while Reina’s soup is still fresh.”

You’d nod your head, watching as your breath was visible in the air. Tucking your chin back in the brown coat he always wore in the fall, the long sleeves hanging past your hands.

Escaping your daydream, your eyes tiredly droop. Lashes catching stray snowflakes, catching March's eyes. Happily following behind him, following in his footsteps. His shoes are significantly larger than yours.

Perhaps you did overexert yourself today. From ranching to farming crops, clearing out the mines, and searching for artifacts… your stomach would growl in anger, not happy with the neglect of your body today. Embarrassing you further. You then take a peek at March with your head lowered. Noticing that he has already been looking at you with a subtle side-eye, his eyes telling a story unlike any word could express, forcing your gaze to shyly fall on the ground.

Warmth tingles against your skin, a hand snaking down to grasp yours, fingers interlocking. Laced together comfortably, the young man seemed to enjoy carrying this responsibility over you, the slightest curl in his lips.

One so faint you hardly noticed it your first glance.

Unsure if it were your mind playing tricks on you.

You’d refuse to look back at him, no matter how curious you may become on the matter, just in case you’re caught staring. Little had you known, March’s eyes were glued on you the entire walk to the Inn, thankful to not be caught wearing…-

-…the ghost of a winter night smile.

[sugawhaaa]

🕯JEONGIN ONE-SHOT🕯

🍇pride's weakness🍇

Warnings/genre::MENTIONS OF RELIGION If you are faithful I highly recommend not reading this and if you do I do not take religious criticism, demon AU, fantasy, slowburn

Pairing:: demon!jeongin x fem!angel!reader

A/N:: this one is kinda long but Jeongin has a lot going on and I didn't even get to explain his mirror 😭 basically his mirror lets him spy on the other brothers so that he stays up to date with what's going on when he's locked in his room.

Demon skz masterlist:: ☁️🗡♟️🍎🍇

Taglist:: @lattyjiji @velvetmoonlght

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After your little meet and greet with Hyunjin, it was time for dinner. Lee know started cooking a while ago to get everything off his mind and Han joined him; he mainly just sat there watching Minho do all the work but you know the company was appreciated.

When Minho finished Han went into the main bedroom hall and rang a little bell alerting everyone that dinner was finished. Han scurried back to the dining hall but of course, Changbin got there before him. Soon everyone gathered in the dining hall except Jeongin and Chan. The others don't seem to mind so you don't bring it up.

As you eat you stay quiet, which catches Felix's attention. He sat beside you, kind of, you were sitting at the head of the table. Felix didn't say anything but he did keep a watchful eye on you. Then bangchan entered the dining hall with a sigh. “Jeongin won't be dining with us tonight,” he sits at the opposite end of the table.

“He's like a teenager,” Minho laughs softly. “Always hiding from his family,”

“To be fair, he just barely became an adult,” Hyunjin replies and Minho nods.

“Youth,” he hums with a smile and the others continue eating. You found it strange how unbothered the members were even though they consider each other family and a family member was just not present.

“Is this…common for Jeongin to not hang around?” You ask, speaking for the first time since dinner began.

“Yeah, he is the lord the envy and the youngest lord,” Seungmin explains. “He has a hard time controlling his envy and he likes to shut himself out to avoid feeling envious of others, including us,” Seungmin finishes before shoveling a piece of meat into his mouth.

“Seungmin is closest with Jeongin because he feels he has nothing to envy from Seungmin,” Minho chimes in.

“As rude as it may sound, we make it work. Seungmin is able to handle Jeongin and take his insults because, respectfully, he's too lazy to give a damn,” Felix laughs softly. You take in their comments and it makes sense.

“Is he going to eat?” You ask, concern visible in your voice.

“Yeah, we usually bring him down food when we're finished…he is usually violent though,” Felix explains and the others look down at their plates, all of them head s look on their face that screamed disappointment or internal struggle. You nod softly before looking up determinedly.

“Can I do it tonight?”

“I don't think that is a good idea,” Chan looks up at you quickly.

“He gets very aggressive when we eat without him,” Han explains and you frown at them.

“I'll be fine. I somehow managed to pry at Minho and come out unscathed,” you defend yourself and Lee know looks up at you through hooded eyes.

“Really?” Seungmin looks surprised.

“What did you say?” Felix leans in but Chan quickly silences the two of them.

“Point is, I can handle the lord of wrath when he is validly angry. I poked around at his personal life and he got mad at me, a valid reason. Jeongin is upset because…?”

“He envies everything and everyone, including you,” Han points a knife in your direction as he attempts to warn you.

“I can handle it.” You nod and Chan sighs.

“Fine. You can give him dinner tonight. But if he begins to frighten you at all, call for us,” bangchan says sternly and you smile.

“Will do,”

After dinner Minho handed you a plate and drink to give to Jeongin. Bangchan then told you his room was down stairs and followed his directions to Jeongins “room”. It looked more like a cell. You knock on the metal door and you find Jeongins siren eyes peering down at you through the little slit in the door. “I have dinner for you,” you smile as you hold up the plate and goblet. Jeongin stays silent and opens the door. He gently takes the plate and goblet from your hands.

“Why you?” He bears his teeth as he sets the plate down.

“Because I asked,” you smile and Jeongin laughs softly, but it isn't a pleasant sound, it makes your blood go cold.

“Why? To see the monster they trap beneath their feet,” he lunges toward you and you jump softly. “Isn't that right?”

“Do you envy me?” You cut to the chase and avoid his question.

“Bitch!” He retorts and you're taken aback. “I envy everything! I want to be anyone and everyone besides myself,” he explains harshly before staring into your eyes. “Is that pity I see in your eyes?” He smirks devilishly. “Don't pity me!” He barks, making you jump softly but you keep your cool. You were slowly peeling the skin off of his shell and he hadn't even realized it yet.

“It's not pity. It's disappointment,” you explain steadily and Jeongin cocks his head, his eyes still narrowed at you.

“You have no reason to feel any dissapointment in me. You know nothing!” He raises a hand to you but something stops him. He turns, his back facing you, and slams his hands against his vanity, the mirror on top of it tilting. “Get out,” he says calmly.

“I wasn't done talking to you-”

“Get out!” He barks but you stay firm. Your heart was racing but you knew that now was most likely the only chance you'd get to talk to him.

“No! You're a spoiled little brat and the others spend day and night trying to help you only for you to shut them out! If you envy others so much, why don't you try to do something to become like them, if not better!” You shout at him and you see his eyes soften in the mirror. “You could be the most powerful of the demon lords but instead you wallow in your overpowering emotions instead of trying to bend them to your will. You're…weak,” You hesitate on the last word but you stand fiercely by it. He turns his head slightly.

“You're an angel…you don't understand,” he sighs and you laugh.

“I am the being of understanding! When I was in heaven I was the praise of understanding. You have eight lords of sins and we had 10 lords of praises,” you explain and his eyes widen before he turns to you. “Sit and think for a moment. You envy your brothers powers and control but you could be so much stronger and have more control but instead you mope around and never work to improve yourself. You will end living this same life of jealousy,” you then close the door and Jeongin is left staring into the mirror, questioning everything…

《Jeongin ending》

“Understanding…” he puts a hand to the mirror, caressing the outline of his face. “Envy…” he swallows hard and punches the mirror. His fist bleeds as he turns his back to it. He looks up at the door with a wicked smirk before opening it, leaving his dinner to rot. He stumbles upon Han just a few steps away. “Why are you here?” Jeongin scoffs and Han turns to look at him.

“I was checking on Y/N. I heard shouting,” Han then notices the blood on Jeongin's fist. His eyes widened. “What did you do to her!?” Han barks and grabs Jeongin's shirt collar.

“Nothing,” he says blankly.

“Bullshit,” Han jumps to find Y/N.

“You only like her because of your greed,” Jeongin stands in his doorway as Han rushes up the stairs, but Jeongins statement makes Han pause.

“Shut up Envy,” he continues to run up the stairs.

[birdbitch0010]

Just the information that Phantom is pregnant going around the members of Yj without Danny knowing about it, and all his teammates getting horrified and furious about it ‘cause this pretty cool new guy, who all of them are well on their way to seeing as a good friend, is pregnant.

Now they don’t need to be geniuses to know that a teenager their age really shouldn’t be in such a state regardless of any powers or species quirks that make a probably male pregnancy possible in the first place (they aren’t exactly positive how ghosts work but Phantoms got a baby growing in him so *shrug*). So yes! They would like to know how this happened who did this.

Anyway, this revelation of Phantoms situation Leads to the rest of the team deciding to nominate Tim and Kon to gently question Phantom about what’s going on.

Tim: Hey Phantom, so, you know how Kon can see through stuff?

Danny: Yeahhh?

Kon, kinda awkward but trying not to show it: I wasn’t trying to be invasive or nothing man, but I sort of, uh, noticed you have two cores in you instead of one? And we were just wondering if you were…okay?

Phantom’s got a sort of strained expression on his face now: Ah. Yeah um, I’m fine. There’s nothing, like, wrong with me. You can probably guess that I’m growing another ghost, and it’s uhh, it’s going.

Tim and Kon can see that Phantom is pretty uncomfortable talking about this, and they don’t want to accidentally piss him off, but they need to at least try to ask

Tim: That’s good that’s good, we’re also kinda concerned about how? It happened? more like who really But we just want to make sure you’re not still in any danger from them

Danny, face a bit stricken but also sounding annoyed at the same time: My-my rouge, one of them anyway. He, um, he did some stuff, and it was a mistake! Really, he knows he messed up—you guys don’t have to worry about it I’m fine.

Phantom looks down a bit, seeming to not be focused on anything in particular: It won’t be long till they’re ready to leave anyway, so there’s really no harm done

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Not very good at writing so I don’t know what else I could do for this without making it shit, but I like to imagine the team’s takeaway from this is that HOLY SHIT, Phantom has a very evil rogue, who somehow convinced Phantom what happened wasn’t that serious? Anyway, safe to say Tim and the others ‘look into’ their teammate’s rouge gallery, note which ones are male, and notice pretty quickly from accounts of witnesses to his fights that one ghost in particular is a bit more…suspicious. Too familiar with Phantom, too focused.

Does the team ever think about telling one of their adults about their pregnant teammate? Maybe, maybe not

2/4

Dcxdp trope twist

Danny didn’t mind being on Young Justice. He loved being around his new friends, and he truly felt accepted and cared for. However, since Vlad screwed up, he had to request to become last resort for the time being.

The rest of the team is confused, until Kon uses his x-ray vision and informs Tim through clenched teeth that there was a second core inside their teammate’s body, one with a baby slowly forming around it.

[lalalasocks]

Something reminded me of a couple old fanfictions I loved and I’ve been searching for them for like an hour now. I want to reread them and I can’t find them

[jackett-slut]

ok sorry if this sounds fucking insane. i need to write something out.

[phagodyke]

venting sorry... don't want to just delete it bc it helps to get it out just ignore this post pls 👍

haven't slept much at all and feeling so sick andstressed and in pain bc my period is due and so tired its making me dizzy but i cant sleep more or ill just feel more sick and I want a hug and to cry so hard into someones shoulder but no one cares or will even come near me it makes me feel diseased they think things about me that aren't true bc I struggle so much to communicate and thry all make assumptions insteqd and no one wants to give me space to talk to them about it so I cant undo that now and its all my fault and I'm so. exhausted :-(

[fictional-worlds-are-exquisite]

i swear i have a 'what if this kills me' thought at least once a week and i do a quick vibe check of my life to see if i need to do anything else first. weirdly enough it's actually kind of helpful. yeah i should check in with this person first, i need to drop this grudge first, i should move past this first, i wouldn't be happy with xyz so i should fix that first, etc. it sort of helps me keep my life in order

[britneyshakespeare]

the more time goes by the more i'm like yeah... cymbeline might be my favorite shakespeare play

[genderqueerdykes]

if you are a trans boy, especially a teenage trans boy, i wanted to say that as a trans man in their 30's, you have my deepest respects and condolences for what you may be going through right now.

it has become socially acceptable and basically online custom to bully teenage trans boys & mascs, call them cringy, or excuse misgendering them for whatever reason. people put trans boys on this pedestal of "must perform masculinity and manhood to cartoonish degrees" even though they're still children.

people make trans boys fight for their manhood before they can even be boys. i am sorry people can be so judgmental and harsh on you. you are not wrong for wanting to be a boy. you are experiencing something wonderful. it's okay if you still want to be a boy even if people have treated you poorly, or tried to make you feel bad for being a boy. there is nothing wrong with being a boy.

it's okay if you never socially transition. it's okay if you're afraid to come out because it's not safe. it's okay if you never change your outward appearance. it's okay if you try very hard to pass but struggle to. it's okay if you wear "women's" clothing and shoes, bras, makeup, etc., it's okay if you're gay and love other men. it's okay if you're scared of hrt. it's okay if you don't want surgery. it's okay if you mainly occupy girl's spaces still. people will find every reason to pick these things apart and ridicule trans boys for, but they are all perfectly fine experiences that do not make you any less of a boy. you are the one who is in control of your transition, presentation, and state of being- you should be able to prioritize your safety over the comfort of random strangers who have no impact over how you live your life.

i've been put through this too, but later in life as i came out when i was an adult. people still try to make me feel bad for identifying as a trans man, for whatever reason they have in their head to justify hatred of a trans person. i've had enough. there will never be an excuse for how people try to excuse the infantilization and abuse that trans men and trans boys face.

take care of yourselves, no matter what age you are, if you are a trans boy, man, or masc you deserve to know that other trans men care about you, especially when people are scrambling to find ways to punch down on you. there are people who suck, but there are also a lot of people who care about you. keep your chin up. you know who you are

[silverselfshippingchaos]

I just know that Ash pulling one of these would drive S.eifer nuts in the best way possible

[sheila--e]

the way Sheila's described as both being covered in scars and also being a very self destructive person with little care for herself and a desire to die for a good cause (or a very long way of saying she's got suicidal tendencies yet masks it as a form of courage) makes me think she self harms. it wouldn't be out of this world tbh. coping mechanism adopted from her self hatred and a need of punishing herself for being a horrible person. she doesn't know where to put all of those chaotic feelings, and the only way she can redirect it is to herself. not out of character frankly.

[kentopedia]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

[curryshesus]

jeon jungkook fics that own my mind, body, heart, and soul

in other words, this is a collection of my favorite jk fics on tumblr! if you enjoyed any of these fics as much as i did, pls remember to support the authors by interacting with their post. part 2 | other bts members

➺ bitchin - by @kinktae

summary: the 80s were a time of choices. which perm was right for you? what color neon would you wear next? none of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with jeon jungkook.

➺ idealizations concerning real life relations - by @venusiangguk

summary: jungkook loves to be loved, but he doesn’t love in return.

➺ hotter than hell - by @chateautae

summary: jungkook, lucifer and king of hell, has been cast out of the crimson underworld for a reason he’s unsure of. embarking on his journey for the answer should’ve been easy, if it weren’t for you, the human that nurses his wounded body in her home, and accidentally witnesses the truth of his identity. kickstarting a hellish adventure with the devil himself, you discover lucifer is the most infuriating company ever; and jungkook finds out that maybe his answer to returning home lies within his annoying human confidant.

➺ jump then fall (into you) - by @writtenwhalien

summary: bringing Jungkook along as your date to your ex’s lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first — all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong… then Jungkook’s ex shows up and all of a sudden you’re in a years long relationship with him. You don’t mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?

➺ too late to dream - by @kookslastbutton

summary: You did it. You married your college professor. You even bought a house together. Against all odds, everything had fallen into place. But after two years of marriage, you begin feeling something was missing. You want a baby but your husband can’t say the same.

➺ the forgotten spaces- by @oddinary4bts

summary: you've been dancing on the same dance crew since your teenage years, and you finally have an important role in it. It feels like life is taunting you when your rival comes back after disappearing for a year, ready to tease you every chance he gets. Will the teasing turn into more, or are you going to take him down with you?

➺ when the end comes - by @oddinary4bts

summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook? **sequel to the forgotten spaces

➺ falling - by @starshapedkookie

summary: soulmate (noun): a person who is bound to another through the strongest level of emotional and physical connection. one is given a name on the body upon 18 years of age and any transgressions against the laws of soul-bonding will not occur without harm.

➺ love alive - by @jamaisjoons

summary: a year after you and jungkook break up, the two of you meet at your brother’s party.

➺ changes in between - by @taegularities

summary: Becoming the roommate of Jeon Jungkook is the biggest change you’ve ever gotten thrown into - but little do you know that the addition of another man will bring even further turbulence into your (love) life.

➺ falling skies - by @fortunexkookie

summary: Jeon Jiyeon was your childhood best friend; her brother, Jungkook, was something else entirely. You used to be friends, but then he had gone from endearingly frustrating dumb boy to card-carrying fuckboy so fast it had given you whiplash.

Despite the teasing and fighting, Jiyeon realized how Jungkook felt about you long before he did - it was a twin thing - and if you were her sun, and he was her moon, then she just wished she could show you how he reflected your light.

➺ sugarplum elegy - by @bymoonchild

summary: You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

➺ an abundance of mondays - by @diortae

summary: "why the fuck would it be easy? you’re disgustingly in love with your best friend. of course it’s complicated.” he pauses to roll his eyes, as if he hasn’t just laid out the most secret parts of you here in the middle of the campus dining hall.

➺ five dates - by @kpopfanfictrash

summary: “Ten dates,” he nods, smile tugging at his lips. “Ten dates, to decide if you want this – want me – or want me to go. Ten dates to get to know me. Ten dates,” he says, oddly soft, “to fall in love with me.” Which then becomes five.

➺ here comes the bride, all dressed in pride - by @hansolmates

summary: You and your cousin Doyeon have had beef with each other since the sandbox. When she plucks the last straw, you decide to end your long-simmering fight by claiming that you and her ex—Jeon Jungkook, are now boyfriend and girlfriend

➺ if i told you - by @gukyi

summary: in order to pay for university, jeon jungkook decides to market his most valuable asset to the wealthy socialites of campus: himself. donning a suit and tie, tousled hair, and glasses (to look smarter), he becomes every rich daughter’s dream: the perfect boyfriend to bring to balls, dinners, and business gatherings. all while you watch from the sidelines, only able to dream of having that much money to buy yourself what you really want: him.

[littleogreboii]

i see a lot of people talk about edward being disabled in fma, but it's less often talked about how alphonse is also disabled. i think it's partially because alphonse doesn't experience physical pain like edward so for a majority of the series, he's not having any of those kind of symptoms, but he is still disabled. also because alphonse's experiences are unique. like you don't see ant walking, talking suits of armour in real life (unless they're piloted by a human being physically inside them) and in world, there are about 3 others like alphonse).

alphonse is dependent on edward's survival to function. after fighting scar for the first time, alphonse is literally in pieces. he can't walk or anything until edward is in a position to fix him. similarly his body is dependent on nutrients from edward's body. like there's the point towards the end where edward gets impaled and alphonse collapses. furthermore, these periods where alphonse collapses start to become debilitating towards the end of the series and massively alter his daily living.

also, alphonse constantly talks about how upsetting it is for him to not feel any physical sensations. yeah, he's not feeling physical pain, but he's also not feeling the warmth of a fire, the sun on his face, or the fluffiness of the cats he keeps petting. he talks a lot about not being able to eat or sleep, and how there's a lot of foods he wants to try.

there's another thing that highlighted by edward at one point. alphonse's body doesn't regenerate at all. the parts scar destroys are gone forever; edward stretches out the metal that alphonse has left to repair his body. and obviously human beings don't regrow limbs, but imagine if your skin didn't ever heal over a cut. how long would your body last?

also alphonse gets told several times that his body is great throughout the series, and he literally argues against it every time, because to him it is shit. like he is missing some of his senses just for some supposedly immortal body that isn't even immortal.

even once alphonse gets his own body back, the amount of physical therapy the boy has to go through. his body has essentially been doing nothing and only receiving what nutrients it can get from edward for years. by the end of the series, he's still using a cane as a walking aid. it's unknown whether he requires that cane for the years to come, but for at least a period of time he requires a mobility aid. I don't know enough to say what effect muscle decay from inactivity and severe malnourishment during a major portion of his teenage years would have long term.