#not super happy with some of the expressions here but I was trying to pay attention to my lecturer while also drawing so I can’t complain

[dragonairice]

A silly little comic I doodled during class

Bonus:

[tarotmundomonde]

Love reading 18+ , astrology themed

So this is actually a Venus conjunct Rahu aspect based love reading. The cycle lasts about 10 months and this time it began in April 2024. So keep in mind, this is not an overall next 10 months PAC reading, but it's about what that aspect will add, what lessons it will bring to your love life for the next 10 months. I also added to it an 18+ part. It's my first time doing so, so let me know, what you think about it.

pick a number 1-5 OR an emoji 👰‍♀️ 😛 🎡 🤷‍♀️ 💥

PS: The messages are really long, so I had to replace texts with screenshots. Thank you for your understanding~

(ps. this reading is for practice and for fun)

1.👰‍♀️

And you know, what's so great about that? Because that's then, what you attract. Someone, who glows, someone magnificent, someone super attractive aka to your taste, someone you'll have a heart to heart connection with. And then you will have a very blossoming sacred union with a lot of embraces and affection expressed to one another. They will reach out to you. Like said, maybe this sacred union is with someone you already know, but it's like they can't come forth, before you are in your power first. But the cards say that miracles will happen and to remember to be playful! Then 18+ messages. The shifts shows. It's the same message as before. For example in intimacy, at first your energy makes it difficult for anyone to approach you. There is intimidation and fears and awkwardness. And if you learn your lessons, then there is this quick shift and the rest is history. Like the intimacy will reach the stars! This pile actually shows that you will have a s*x life. Most definitely. The attraction is going to be very intense, but it looks like you will both try at first to hold back till you just can't. Like the energy will be very heavy and intense. And then you find each other in each other's embrace going at it 🤣 It seems you will discuss your preferences and a lot of tease can be seen from the cards. You are gonna love your person's body! This person, they know how to enjoy the pleasures of sx. They know their pace and their speed. This person will be like their body is a present. Kinda like they are the cake and you should come and… enjoy. Yeah, this person has some real stamina, just saying. And you know what's great? Reciprocity, equal give and take. This person knows, how to be generous and make sure you both equally enjoy it. And it's gonna feel very natural to be with them. No wonder the cards talked about a sacred union. So pile number 1, you've got nothing to worry about. It looks great!

2.😛

possibilities. And that it seems there will be new love coming in. Very deep emotions and feelings, happiness and love. So that's great news for you pile 2! But especially, if you have multiple options, those are things to really pay attention to. Like, can the person make you laugh? Then 18+ messages. What comes to intimacy, it looks like it will take some time for someone to melt, to open up to it in the connection, whether it's you or them. It's also possible you could be dealing with someone at a distance. There is also a more intuitive approach to intimacy with this pile. Someone here doesn't want to open up, unless they think this is love. Whether this cycle adds to your s*x life or not is 50/50. For some of you, it could be due to physical distance. It looks like this pile will attract some flings or hook-ups, friends with benefits. So in more details, this is how it's coming through. If you are at a distance, you will must likely only dream about each other. If you meet, you'll have questions like will you meet again, when will you be able to be together again, etc. If it's a fling, random hook-up, friends with benefits, it looks good, but it's lacking something. Maybe it's just uncomfortable, for example doing it in a tiny car with very little space. Or simply the fact that it's lacking a foundation, so there is no real bonding, no sparks. It looks like you will be thinking, who is next and is there someone better out there and such. It seems like you'll be left thinking that in general it could be even better. Like said, it's good, but if you'd have a real connection, if they were your partner, then it could be fantastic. Something like that.

3.🎡

give it to you, same in bed. Now, what comes to the hot stuff, there could be quite a lesson there for you. I'll tell you, what it literally looks like. That you think the size will do it. That the key is the size of their D. And you will be shown that it's far from enough. Basically, it looks like you'll do your best, you'll put on your best performance for your partner, but it's one-sided. Only you put in the effort. And they'll just use their body once and that's it. It looks like you'll feel left out hanging. You will feel robbed. And based on the cards, this is explained in the most nice way possible. So your dreams of a big D being the magic wand that will give you all you need will be shattered into pieces. The key is going to be to understand that chemistry is really important and that your partner knows how to use their magic wand and that they want to use it. Basically if they have the hots for you, they should embody it and want to show you their passion for you, if you catch the drift. But like the cards show, you can always bring it up and talk about it with them and see then, how they react to it. If they care about you, it would show. If they don't wanna even hear it, don't wanna change, etc, then think about it, think if that person really is for you.

4.🤷‍♀️

fleeting chemistry or true bond. And it turns out to be true bond with fiery chemistry. It looks like you are saying no to temptation and no to just lust. You demand love, and patience, time will show you what the person is about. And they are patient and they respect you. It's like they are literally saying that you are gorgeous and so hot and they want you, but you decide. Like they are leaving an offer on the table, saying they want you so if you want them, call them -type of message. Hope it makes sense. So if you need someone's touch, this person is willing to give you it all. And interestingly, the cards are showing that you focusing on yourself and on your solar plexus chakra healing and in general focusing on yourself and being true to yourself in regards to s*x and love, it's bringing you good karma. Just so you know.

5.💥

possibility that you are trying to manifest someone in particular and of course, if you are not into manifestation rituals, it seems someone is manifesting you. But the cards talk also about love messages coming in. And about a long-term commitment coming in. Perhaps even engagement. Then 18+ messages. It seems you are more open to intimacy than your possible partners. So you could feel like they lack vulnerability. Physically they do want to touch you, but it feels like you are more gentle than them and they might be more rough. Like they offer you the temptation and the D, but it's like what they do comes with the intention of doing the deed, whereas you seem to want more intimacy and closeness and hugs. It looks like a lot of temptation, doing things to make you do what they want you to do, to make you do the things they want to get from you. For this pile, everything is possible, you may have or not have an active sx life, at least based on the cards there isn't really any additional energy adding to it. The same theme of lack of vulnerability is strongly present in the cards. It feels more like friends with benefits or a rebound. But the person here is not vulnerable and not open to open their heart. It just like sx that is agreed on, it looks even like your person would be absent-minded. And they only want it when it's convenient for them. And definitely the cards show someone, who'd want to have a rebound, as all they want is the healing and that's it. So yeah, friends with benefits or a rebound. If you meet someone, who is serious about you, then it seems this person does not want to rush things with you and want to first take their time to enjoy the romance with you.

[toxycodone]

GOD modern Laios would make such a good little trophy/house husband 🥺 he LOVES cooking dinner for you when you come home after a long day of being the breadwinner. you get to spoil and dote on him and he gets to spend all day doing nerd shit and taking care of the house (he LOVES cooking you dinner and seeing the look of relief on your face coming home to a clean house & warm meal after a long day)

on your anniversary you come home and he's cooked a fucking 5 star meal- like the kinda shit you only get at some fancy ass overpriced restaurant . After dinner you suprise him with a huge intricate Lego set you know he's been wanting but wouldn't ask for because it's soooo expensive & he nearly cries.

He spends like 2 hours going down on you out of pure joy alone before letting you tie him to the bed and ride him until he DOES cry- whimpering "thank you" and "I love you"'s over and over before you've even let him cum. tears falling down his flushed cheeks and eyes rolling back in his head as he writhes against the restraints, so desperate and grateful for whatever you give him. such a good boy, your perfect little house husband 😌

GOOOOOOD YES

okay. Since we got minimum wage retail Laios confirmed by Kui. House husband Laios is so fucking real.

Laios who’s a total part timer since meeting you, he works for pocket change and like. Bare minimum benefits just to keep things comfy for the two of you while he basically puts everything in savings. (Until like one day he just quits tbh when yall are really settled in)

But like in my mind he works under the table at Senshi’s restaurant for cash + to learn about cooking! They go on fishing/hunting/hiking trips together and go to the farmers market to get fresh produce and Senshi teaches Laios everything he knows.

He cleans up your apartment every day. Like, he’s not the best or a maid or anything. He’s just a dude. But he does recognize that he’s immensely privileged and does his best to show you hey. He does care. And he wants you to not have to bust your ass after coming from a full time shift. He does basic things like dishes and stuff and on the weekends you guys maybe spend an hour or two maximum cleaning on the weekends together

LAIOS. PACKS YOUR LUNCH. He love love LOVES doing this and he has little sandwich shapers to make them into little dinosaurs or dolphins or something. And he does bentos with cute little pins and molds and he lovingly spends time on this. I think he genuinely enjoys doing this stuff and testing out new recipes.

And cooking in general!! Like that is how Laios shows he loves you forreal. He genuinely pays attention to your tastes and tries to “gourmet” your favorite foods. (I’ve been rereading the manga and when Marcille’s upset he offers to try his best to make whatever she wants to eat out of monsters and it’s so cute…). Like you want grilled cheese? How about grilled Brie on fresh made bread? Bagels? Oh yeah he tried a new recipe at Senshi’s at 4 am, here’s fresh out of the oven pastries. It’s so cute.

I think. He loves like those random ass kitchen gadgets too. He 100% has an ice cream maker and he makes custom flavors for you.

And he just loves watching you eat. It’s such an expression of love. He works so damn hard to make you smile and make you happy. And his food never sucks because 1. Senshi teaches him everything 2. He ALWAYS tests recipes before going way too hard with them. Like he pays attention to your palette so if he made something gross or something just. Not to your tastes you’d let him know in the trial stage.

And GOD. Laios is just a fucking sex toy I swear. He’s genuinely like. A subby service top. He wants you to absolutely use him however you want but he likes to be the one that’s doing most of the work because he likes to spoil you with his body…(also he cums super easily in my hc so if he tops he’s able to like. Pull out and give you head or switch positions when he’s getting too close)

But when you spoil him and ride him…tell him how handsome he is and how much you love him. yeah he’s crying and whimpering about how much he loves you and how you’re just so fucking perfect. It makes your head spin because Laios genuinely makes you feel like you’re the only person on earth for him.

[irisintheafterglow]

No Prey, No Pay (opla!zoro x you)

summary: after steering him to a successful bounty, zoro can't stop thinking about you. he decides to do something about it. (Part 2 to Parley)

wc: 1.67k

cw/tags: domestic zoro crumbs, idiots in love but they don't know how to express it, canon-typical violence, zoro is so himbo i love him

note: thank you for all the love on my first two zoro posts!!!! i'm so so so happy y'all liked them; this is one of the first times in a while i've actually been super giddy writing a character. i really hope he's not too ooc, i tried to keep his himbo-ness intact. hope you enjoy!!!

likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated <3

“Here to try killing me again?”

“Oh,” is all he can sputter out, frozen on the doorstep of the Lady’s manor. The stout, shriveled old woman before him was not who he was looking for. To make matters worse, the flower he’d picked from the hillside on his way up the driveway suddenly seemed like a gargantuan beanstock in his fingers. His face was warming but, for the life of him, he could not figure out why. “You’re not–”

“Nope. They’re in the Farmers’ Market,” she deadpans without hesitation, eyeing him with all the amusement of a PhD candidate reading a children’s book. “The Farmers’ Market I created, by the way.” 

“Right,” he replies shortly, turning abruptly on his heel and letting his eyes widen in pure horror when she can’t see his face. He tosses the flower into a nearby planter, well aware that she can still see his every move. After several misguided attempts to navigate back to your isolated piece of land in the East Blue, he approached the ornately decorated door with a little more excitement than he expected. Having the Lady whom he’d tried to kill a few weeks prior be the one to open the door was another funny twist of irony that caused him an odd feeling of embarrassment, like he’d dropped you off after a date ten minutes past your curfew. “Thank you for your time.” 

“Tell me, pirate hunter,” she called to his back patronizingly. “Why grace us again with your oh-so-menacing presence?” 

“I’m wondering the exact same thing,” he mutters, irritated at his failed attempt to find you on the first try. 

“When you find them, tell them to pick up more sweet potatoes. I thought we had enough for dinner, but we could use a few more now that you’re here,” the Lady instructs him and her words take a few seconds to register in his mind. But, by the time he’s turned around to ask her what she meant, the door is already shut and he’s too proud to knock again. 

As if the mortification on your porch wasn’t enough, it’s nearly impossible to find you in the milling swarms of people in town. The people part naturally for him as he passes, sneaking anxious glances at the three swords on his hip. Whispers of his occupation and intentions float around his ears but he pays them no mind, determined to spot you. Again, he wasn’t sure what he was doing there in the first place; but, no matter what anyone else said, he did know one thing. By some unexpected turn of Fate, he missed you. 

“Shopping for produce while you hunt? I didn’t know you could multitask.” The teasing lilt of your voice appears behind him and he can’t help smirking. You’d found him before he found you, even though it was his job to find people. “Word to the wise: the vendors will upcharge you because they know you’re not from the island.” 

“What if you’re there with me?” When he finally turns to face you, his eyes flick to the canvas bag slung over your shoulder. It’s stuffed with fruits and vegetables, along with a jar of honey from the beekeeper just up the road from your house. 

“They’ll upcharge you more and insist you pay for my stuff,” you reply nonchalantly. “Now that I think of it, maybe we should walk around together.” You brush past him and re-enter the bustling square like he was the last thing on your mind, when really he was the only thing for the past week. You’re certain he’d follow behind you and your theory is confirmed when his voice comes from over your right shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”

“You’re wearing the bracelet,” he observes, easily slipping into place next to you as if it was natural to be by your side. With the sword-clad bounty hunter next to you, it was much easier to navigate the market without bumping every resident of the island. 

“Mhmm, I told you I liked it,” you say absentmindedly, stopping at a stand and picking up a vibrantly colored fruit from the stack. Observing it for bruises and finding none, you signal the seller that you’d like to buy the piece in your hand. His farm-worn hand stretches out to you and you fish around in your bag briefly for coins. But, before you can place the money in his hand, Zoro’s fingers are already dropping an unnecessarily large quantity into the shocked farmer’s palm. You gape at him and his unchangingly blank expression, shaking your head in disbelief when he glances at you, eyes shining arrogantly. “Where’d you get all that money and why did you do that?” 

“Bounties,” he answers plainly, “and ‘cause I wanted to. Next stand?” You’re still slightly frozen from pure surprise, but he shrugs carefreely and tilts his head toward the rest of the vendors.

“Feel like enlightening me on why you’re here again?” It’s the fourth or fifth stand he’s accompanied you to and, at this point, you were just window-shopping. Since he joined you on your errand, you hadn’t spent any more money; before you could pay any of the sellers, they were already thanking you profusely for your generosity with a pile of shining coins in their hands. Zoro proved to be a very patient companion, respectfully giving his opinions on which piece of produce looked bigger or more appetizing. With most of the required items on your shopping list successfully in your bag, you find yourself drifting over to the stalls of mundane things like pretty flowers and colorful crystals. 

“There’s a Marine defector turned intelligence smuggler hiding somewhere in the area. Thought I’d knock out two birds with one stone.” You turn over a piece of aventurine in your fingers, admiring it from different angles in the sunlight. Your breath hitches slightly when Zoro’s face dips down next to yours, watching the crystal from the same angle. 

“What’s the other bird?” You glance at him from the corner of your eye. 

“Visiting you,” he replies without hesitation, plucking the crystal from your fingers and tossing more coins at the vendor. You don’t stop the laugh that escapes your mouth and you swear his smirk gets more self-assured as he drops the rock into your bag. At a point when you aren’t looking, he swings your bag onto a broad shoulder as easily as if it was a piece of paper. “Also, we need sweet potatoes.” Your eyebrows raise in amusement at his slip. 

“We?” You have to fight down another giggle when his face becomes slightly pinker, imperceptible if you weren’t already staring at him. “Since when were we anything?”

“Your boss said she needed more sweet potatoes. Don’t shoot the messenger.” 

“I wasn’t aware that you went to go see her.”

“I wasn’t either, and then she opened the door instead of you,” he admits and you chuckle at his expression of distaste. “If it were up to me, I wouldn’t have–get behind me.” Before he can finish his thought, his arm shoots out in front of you, effectively halting you a split second before a knife darts across your vision, embedding itself into the wooden post next to you. The surrounding market-goers break into chaotic panic and you have no choice but to press your back against Zoro’s to prevent getting swept away. Emerging from the crowd, a lethal-looking group of fighters encircle you two and your hand finds the hilt of your saber. 

“Pirates?”

“No. Bounty hunters.”

“Friends of yours?” You eye the group warily as the marketplace empties, people running into the nearest building they could find to spectate the upcoming battle. 

“I’d call them ‘occupational competition’ on a good day.”

“Ah, great,” you huff sarcastically. “What’d you do to piss them off?”

“Exist,” he deadpans and you hum in assent. 

“Yeah, that’ll do it,” you mutter and you start to pull your blade from its sheath, anticipating the fight ahead of you.

“Don’t.” The single word halts your movements and your stomach drops in fear of what he’s sensing.

“What?”

“Let me handle this,” he says in a low tone that makes your skin break into goosebumps. “Can you hold the bag while I deal with them?”

“You sure?”

“Yep. This won’t take long,” he says irritatedly, scowling at the rival hunters that interrupted his day.

“Alright. I’m gonna go get sweet potatoes, then.”

“Third one down on the left. I’ll meet you over there,” he promises before moving faster than you can comprehend, whirling and downing the two attackers in front of you without even drawing his swords. They howl in pain when you stab your blade into their feet for good measure before leisurely making your way further down the street. As you walk, Zoro clears the path for you, mercilessly incapacitating every enemy with ease. By the time you find the sweet potato stall, there’s only one persistent fighter still giving the swordsman problems. You don’t feel any ounce of fear, however, as you pick through the salvageable gourds while the clashing of swords rings out behind you. Eventually, the street quiets and Zoro returns to your side as if nothing happened at all. “Good?”

“I’m fine,” you say truthfully, running your thumb over the bruise of an otherwise good potato. “You think this one’s still okay?” After peering at it and deeming it safe, he nods.  

“Yeah, it should be fine. If anything, you can just cut off the ugly spot.” There’s a splattering of red just under his eye when you meet his gaze. Your fingers unconsciously come up to wipe the speck of blood from his cheek and his skin feels just as electric as the first time you touched him. 

“Cool. I’m done shopping then, so we can go back home.”

“We?”

“You’re staying for dinner. It isn’t a request,” you command lightheartedly and smile when his steps fall into line next to yours. 

“Mmm, I can’t wait.”

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[fashionteahouse]

forever - paul x reader

AN: << request from @milkmarue1227 : Hiii 💕can you do a Paul x reader and they are in high school or college and reader is hyperfeminine also a cheerleader or like a queen bee but she is very sweet and Paul imprints on her and everyone is like super judgmental, because they are both so different but Paul and reader are like so in love and doesn’t care what they say (pls make it fluffy with a little spice)🫶🏼

<< i sure can 💜 hope you enjoy :)

Eyes followed the outfit that was being worn that day. It wasn’t much to pick out of your closet but you received a lot of compliments with people asking you where to purchase. You happily tell them, surprised at the fact that people liked the basic outfit.

Unlocking the small lock, you open the metal door to place your things in and only keep out the books and notebook that you need. Turning to make your way to your class, a bump hits your way and you soon find yourself watching the items that were previously in your arms, fall to the ground.

“Oh, shit.” you hear a strong male voice say. Before you could bend down to grab them, he quickly swoops them up and hands them back to you. “Sorry.” he tells you.

Meeting his eyes, you faintly tell him, “Thank you.” It was Paul Lahote. He barely came to classes these days but for some reason, him standing in front of you, bubbled up warmth and happiness and excitement all throughout your body.

He turns to walk away and you found yourself blushing. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, a good friend of yours starts to walk by your side.

“Did you get everything?” they ask you.

You nod.

“Are you going to cheerleading practice today?”

“Of course.” you say.

Walking to go into your class, you see Paul being scolded at an adult. You hear a faint voice tell him, “Your absences are going to hinder you.” Paul let his eyes wander, letting the professor’s words go through one ear out the other. His eyes find yours again and you almost trip on your feet with butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

In the field outside, you go over the routine that’s supposed to be displayed at the next sports game. As you all are warming up and stretching, you catch Paul walking out of the football field, angry expression clear as day on his face.

The sun glistened his skin, the sweat making it shine as his muscles moved about, while he was on his journey. You almost drooled at the sight. A voice snaps you out of your fantasy land.

“No way, you’re checking out Paul Lahote.” someone you were acquaintances with, comments to you in a hushed tone.

“I was just looking around. And if I was, what’s so bad about it.” you tell them innocently.

Even the blind could see that the guy oozed desirability. You found yourself hoping he desired you back.

“You’re joking right? He’s social suicide.” they exclaim and laugh.

With a day of hard work out of the way, you walk to the dining hall and find Paul getting food. You hurry up and get into the line that he’s most likely going to get in, making sure you’re in front of him.

When it’s your turn to scan your food card, you tell the dining hall cashier, “Put his food on me.”

You don’t wander off the scene too quickly. Slowly grabbing the plastic utensils, you hear Paul trying to pay but was met with, “She already paid for your food.”

Walking out you hear, “Hey.” call out to you.

You turn around, to see the gorgeous god standing in front of you.

“Hey.” you politely say and give him a small smile.

“Thank you for paying. You didn’t have to do that.”

You look down for a second before asking him, “What if I wanted to pay for it?”

You both sit together and eat. Stares are burning on both of you but you both don’t care. With Paul, it was easy not to care. No matter what people said, he still carried his confidence.

“It’s nice to see your face around here. You barely come anymore.” you tell him as he scoops his food into his mouth.

While he chews, he wonders if he should tell you. He makes his mind up when he realizes the beautiful girl in front of him, blessed by the spirits, was his imprint.

“I have a lot going on. They’re threatening to kick me off the team.”

“Why? Is it grades?” you ask him, genuinely concerned.

He nods but shrugs, “It’s not like I’m going to finish out school anyway.” he mutters.

“I can help you, Paul. I would be happy to help you out.” you tell him and he takes a look at your face. The look makes your body feel like jelly.

“It’s okay.”

You put a hand on his hand, “Please?”

He looks at your hand, relishing the softness of your skin on his.

You both spent a lot of time at the university’s library. You found him very funny. You kept trying to get him to focus but your ribs were tender from laughing at his effortless humor.

Looks from other guys let you know that they were jealous. Guys you knew who were smart, started coming to you for help on their work. You played them off to the side, seeing through their plans.

“Be careful, Y/N. The guy is a dumpster fire and you shouldn’t be the gasoline.” you listen to your roommate one night.

“People don’t even know the guy. Quit being so hard on him.” you tell them.

They tsk and shake their head, “Just trying to look out for you.”

You turn from your side and lie on your back to watch the ceiling.

With Christmas break coming, work was piling up. You felt like you weren’t going to be able to go home for the holidays.

You hear a knock on your dorm door. You open it to find Paul. Your roommate was at her own class while you were using your space to study.

“You weren’t in the library.” he says and sits in your roommate’s desk chair.

You gesture to the open laptop with papers, “I’ve been drowning. Sorry.” you say apologetically.

“Are you going home for break?”

“Doubt it. Plus, my family’s on vacation anyway.” you tell him.

“If you don’t have plans, I can take you to Christmas dinner.”

You agree. There was no way you were turning that down.

One weekend as you were going Christmas shopping, watching the snow fall, you spot Paul in a shop.

“Hey stranger.” you tell him and interrupts his focus on a display.

It seemed like the day after he visited your dorm room, he stopped coming to classes.

“Hey.” he replies sheepishly, you were a bit concerned, he never showed any signs of nervousness.

“What’s going on? Are you avoiding me or something?” you ask him and tease, trying to keep the air light.

“No, I’m not avoiding you,” he says and chuckles and looks down, “I’m on academic suspension.”

You feel your heart drop at his inconvenience. You place a hand on his arm for support, “I’m sorry.”

He nods and you look out in the snow, falling outside of the window.

“Will hot chocolate make you feel better?” you ask him, trying to cheer him up. He smiles at you and you do a dance in your head.

Blowing on the chocolate steam, your face burns with warmth as you slowly take a sip.

“I see you’re still at school. Do you take me up on my offer for Christmas dinner?”

“Yes.” you tell him.

He walks with you all the way back to your dormitory. Students still point looks at the both of you, so you slide your hand into his, keeping him close to you.

“I had a good time today.” you tell him.

“You did?”

“Yes. We should hang out more. You’re not so boring.” you tell him and this get a happy reaction out of him.

“Take my number.” he tells you.

After you take it, he looks at you. As if he was searching for something. You already found what you were looking for so you do something that makes sense in the moment to you. You plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

You turn, open up your dorm door, and go inside. You smile and don't realize that your roommate is still there, packing her bag to visit home.

“What are you smiling about?” she asks while smiling.

“You’re not going to like it…but I kissed Paul on the cheek.” you say excitedly and take your coat off.

Your roommate sighs, “You’re barking up the wrong tree. Everybody on campus knows that he’s suspended. Who knows if he’s going to come back anyways.”

“Why does everybody know that? Cut him some slack.” you say and shake your head.

You mailed your family their gifts from you and for the heck of it, you buy Paul a gift as well.

On Christmas day, he takes you to a Christmas dinner. You got to meet the people who he called family. His brothers were a joy to be around, your belly was full from the food and your ribs hurt from their jokes.

In his car, the heat was blasting softly through the vents as you watch him reach in the backseat and pull out a wrapped gift. You both trade gifts with excitement plastered on both faces.

You both tear open the gifts at the same time and you both look and chuckle at each other. Appreciative for the gifts, you both say, “Thank you.” to each other at the same time and laugh at the fact.

Giving him your parking spot, you persuaded him to come up to your dorm. “My roommate is gone.”

That’s how you two faced each other, taking your time to get to know each other with lips and eventually with tongues. The way he made you feel was addicting. Paul held and cradled your beautiful face.

His voice was your lullaby every night. You held your phone close to your ear when he would soothingly talked about his day. He listened to the waves of your voice in his own ear as you would make small, simple conversations.

Before you knew it, spring had came. You and Paul were held hand in hand walking through a flowery meadow when you decided to ask him, “Are you done with school?”

He looks down and just nods. He didn’t want to look at you when he answered. You didn’t say anything. Catching your silence, he decides to add, “There’s a reason. I have to show you something. But just don’t get scared.” he tells you.

You nod as he lets go of your hand. “Turn around.” he tells you.

You don’t feel nervous, just anxious to know what he’s going to show you. You soon hear loud popping and a snarl and feel a nudge on your back.

You slowly turn around to see a large silvery wolf, you were deprived from words. The animal was beautiful but just by looking into their eyes, you can tell it was Paul.

Acceptance was in your mind, body, and spirit.

Paul didn’t know how he’s gotten lucky to get an an accepting, kind soul to be by his side. Sitting in the meadow, you both finally felt like you understood deeply about each other.

He told you about imprinting, you happily accept. You already felt happy. Knowing this person was going to make you happy forever. The thing that stuck out to you while he explained it was, “I will always love you. I’ll love you forever.”

Your heart felt filled with love and adoration that you felt like it was going to burst.

You decided to spend spring break with him on the rez. Every year, you and your friends would go out of town for spring break.

The shocked emotions erupted when you told them you were staying back to stay with Paul and the rez. You ignored them, stubbornly following through with your plans.

Paul was gentle. You liked how you were able to see past his hard shell.

“You’ve never done it with anyone before?” he looks down at you, and asks.

You meekly shake your head, feeling embarrassed as your elbows rest back beside you on his bed. He takes your chin and makes you follow his gaze, “It’s okay. Just tell me if I’m too rough.” You nod at his suggestion.

He let you grip and use your nails as much as you needed to on his skin. When he finally pushed through your barrier, your body clung onto his movement. The richness of the feeling he gave you made your mind blow. The soft moans from your mouth sounded like musical notes to him. He made you feel like a woman, how he handled your body, as your movements were in sync with his like perfect rhythm.

The feeling of him was addicting. Every chance you both gotten to be alone, you made sure to love on each other. The shivers and shakes he brought out of you made you almost see white.

You were glad that you waited. You waited for the right person and that person was Paul. You just didn’t understand the controversy that he faced. He made sure to be tender to you and you were happy.

[divinesolas]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter Eleven | A Challenge

Summary | Jacaerys day just so happens to continue to get worse and worse and worse.

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon × Fem!Reader

Warnings | jacaerys pov chapter, sort of a filler one sorry but next update will definitely be more interesting.. not proofread!

Word Count | 2.1k

A/n | LONG TIME NO SEE !! sorry for the super late update guys i should be back to normal posting now!! was down with a terrible case of writers block :(

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everyone within the general vicinity of him could tell jacaerys was in a horrible mood. the maids grimaced and quickly bowed before scurrying away as he walked by. his brother and uncle had left him soon after delivering the news, leaving him to settle down himself. jacaerys has an awful temper, he had to leave his room quickly so as to not pick up a vase and smash it against the wall.

He didn't know why he was so annoyed. maybe he was more embarrassed, he had sent you that rose and now here you were in a courtship with another man. he was humiliated, maybe he should write you an apology.

as he continues to contemplate in his mind his stops quickly in his steps as he almost bumps into, “lady cassandra. I am so sorry.”

she has a sickly sweet smile on her face making him feel a little sick, does she think he cannot tell a real look from a fake one? how does she always seem to know where he was? he feels like he has seen more of her in the past couple days than he’s seen anybody else.

“It is not an issue at all, my prince. I am happy to see you.”

‘I am not happy to see you’ but he shall bite his tongue and place a kind looking smile on his face.

“I am glad to see you as well lady cassandra, I apologize but i am needed elsewhere.”

it's not a lie, he does truly need to be somewhere, though if it was anyone else talking to him he would not be so eager to leave.

there was nothing wrong with cassandra… per say. She was persistent? Whenever he started to drift away mentally from the conversation she always tried to drag him back changing the conversation, whenever some other girl would come she would find a way to drag the two of them down a different path. she came on very strong, though she is not the only one who does but for some odd reason he felt he was seeing way too much of her.

“the training yard, yes? may you accompany me there? I wish to cheer you on today.” How does she know that?

“Of course.” She smiles and eagerly grabs his outstretched arm and he grimaces as he continues his walk to the training yard.

Trying his best to pay attention to what she was talking about the two continue walking towards the training yard, once he arrives at the stairs he has to practically pry her hands off him and rushes down the steps to where he had spotted his brother.

“Lucerys!” his brother turns to him and is almost bugged eyed at the eagerness of his brother, “jace?-”

“Let us go now, i shall see you lady cassandra.” he acts oblivious to her obviously annoyed facial expression as she bows, “till later my prince.”

Lucerys makes some sounds of discomfort as jacaerys drags him further into the training yard, “can you get go you're hurting me?” jacaerys finally gets going with a huff and sighs, a weight seemingly dropping off his shoulder. “What is wrong with you? Are you still upset over the courtship?”

jacaerys groans and turns away from him, “definitely not.”

“Oh he definitely is.”

Jace clicks his tongue as aemond joins the two brothers, “I am certainly not. I just happen to not feel well today.”

It's true, he does not feel well. Not after the news of your courtship, though that is completely irrelevant, he just so happened to start feeling sick after hearing the news. it has nothing to do with the news of your courtship certainly not.

“look at your face it most certainly is bothering you a whole lot oh you are so sad and pathetic.”

jacaerys ignores him, fiddling around with his sword, he should just train for the day, maybe hitting a dummy until it breaks while imagining that fools face will make him feel better. For no reason at all. Definitely not because he is upset over you.

Lost in thought his eyes drift towards the peers surrounding the courtyard. The duel happening a couple feet away from him bores him. His eyes lead upwards and he feels a warmth crash over him. A smile greets his face before he is able to stop it. He for a moment felt as though he was imagining things, you had shown up and he couldn't believe it. You bowed and sent him a smile. He swears he's never seen something so beautiful, the smile on his face can't help but grow. He hopes you are as happy to see him as he is to see you.

“Are you even listening to me?” Luke must have been speaking but jace hasn't caught a word of it. It had only made sense to him once he turned around fully and spotted you. He sent you a wave before whispering to Jace, “You really are a love sick fool.”

Jace angrily turns towards his brother an angry look as replaced his once cheerful one, “you shut your mouth.”

Jace decides he’ll go choose a different weapon from the wall as an excuse to walk away from his brother. He ends up stealing one more glance at you. You have an amused look on your face and he finds himself relaxing just a bit.

His mood however quickly falls just as fast as it has risen when he noticed ser joffrey had joined the courtyard. Now it had made sense you were at the courtyard to watch him train.

He grows more and more annoyed as he watches the exchange between you to. He eyes Joffrey down, it would not be hard for him to swap places with him, he should be the one making you smile like that. Why does he look so happy?

Not even watching his brother and aemond spare can draw him from his flights. Though that may be because it is well obvious to everyone aemond will win the fight.

“Good day to you my prince.”

As if his day could not get any worse, the last person he wishes to speak to is now standing by his side.

He clenches his jaw and tilts his head for a moment before answering him.

“Good day to you to ser joffrey.”

He turns to face him and somehow grows even more annoyed by the smile joffrey has on his face.

“What a good fight.”

Jace turns back to look at the fight for a moment and fights the urge to roll his eyes as he watches aemond play with lucerys like a dog.

“Yes, certainly.”

The two stand still for a moment before Joffrey continues to speak.

“You seem to have a good eye, my prince.”

“Whatever do you mean.”

Joffrey laughs, “well not only in fights my prince but in women.”

Jacerys finds himself frozen for a moment, “whatever are you implying ser?”

Joffrey laughs once more and the smile on his face seems way too sweet to be anything real.

“You must take me for a fool, my prince if you believe I do not notice. If you believe anyone in the red keep does not notice.”

Jacaerys grows angry, though he knows exactly what joffrey means he finds himself rather annoyed at his words.

“I have not the faintest idea of what you are implying ser.”

Joffrey's smile only grows as he shakes his head, “if you wish to continue to live in denial then so be it but i'd like to make a proposition with you my prince.”

“What could you want?” jacaerys says before he can catch himself and Joffrey continues to laugh. “Ah so i've truly angered you my prince your mask seems to be slipping my apologies.”

“Spit it out.” jacaerys cannot believe himself right now he has never shown such disrespect to anybody. He is beginning to feel a little like Aegon and he does not rather like that.

“I wish you to stop in your affections for miss dunn.”

Jacaerys stiffens and he finds an unexplainable pit growing in his stomach. Not even the fight ending between luce and aemond can distract him enough. Did his eye just twitch? He finds his next words harder to say, as if there is a hand inside his mouth gripping his tongue to make him not speak.

“I, um, I do not hold any affection for Miss dunn. That is um, an unexpected accusation.”

“You are a terrible liar.”

He finds himself at a loss for words as Joffrey points his sword at Jace, catching the attention of everyone in the courtyard. He can hear some gasps and some chatter but the only thing he can focus on is joffrey. “Let us duel.”

Jacaerys is at a loss for words. Why does he so suddenly want to duel? Before he can even think his hand finds his sword and he catches himself agreeing. He must be blind with rage and for what. There's no way he should be losing his cool over you. Certainly not. Definitely not.

He feels as though all Joffrey is trying to do is make a mockery of him, especially as he watches Joffrey turn to you and bow. He clenches his jaw growing more irritated.

He does not even steal a glance at you, he finds himself unable to.

He had lost. And jacaerys swears he had never felt so humiliated in his life. The crowd around him cheers yet all he can do is drag himself to where his brother is standing who attempts to comfort him yet the words fall on deaf ears. You had seen him lose. You must think terribly of him now. You must be so wowed by Joffrey that you would say yes if he asked to marry you right then and there. He was going to be sick.

“Everyone loses fights brother it is alright.”

“I am humiliated.”

“You are the crowned prince, nobody is going to make fun of you.”

The two do not exchange any more words. Jacaery is confused by the smile that suddenly appears on his face, before he gets the chance luce is already moving to leave.

“My lady.”

A moment passes before he is greeted with the sweet melody of your voice, “my prince.”

Still humiliated from today's loss he believes it may be better for him to run away. Though a part of him tells him that will only be more embarrassing.

He turns to face you, ““My lady… I um. i uh hope you are well today.” and of course he stumbles and stammers his words this day just continued to get worse.

“I am well today, your grace. The duel was brilliant… I think.” he finds your weak attempt at comforting him only stabbing the knife he feels he has in his chest deeper. “I wish I could say I agree with my lady.”

He cannot even lift his head to look at you. Maybe Joffrey had been correct. He should stop with whatever foolish comfort he sought from you and leave you to fall in love with joffrey. Now he is really going to be sick. He must leave, for the first time in a long time he feels like he should curl up into a ball and cry.

“I must go, I hope to see you-”

He is frozen once he feels the grasp of your hand around his wrist. The only thing now on his mind is how warm your hand feels. “My lady…”

His mind is racing as he realizes you had done it out of instinct, you did not want him to walk away then and a sudden wave of hope crashes into him like a wave hits the shore.

“You fought well today, my prince, I hope to see you duel once more.”

Those are certainly not the words he had hoped to hear from you then but none of that mattered when he felt you grip him tighter before you had let you. A part of him watched to reach his hand out and grab your hand but he had used any remaining self control he had to stop himself. A smile dawns on his face, a real smile for the first time that day.

“It is no issue my lady, I am glad. You shall see more of me, I promise. good day my lady.”

He makes this vow not only to you but to himself. It suddenly did not matter to him you were in a courtship already.

“Good day my prince, I hope you keep to your word.” he can barely believe it, the smile dawning his face only grows as he quickly turns in the hopes you will not notice the flush that finds its way to his face. You now made it clear you also wished to see him more and who was he to deny you.

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[medusapelagia]

Kinktober Oct 20th: Tentacles [NSFW]

This year @hornedqueenofhell was so kind to make an entire Kinktober calendar. I was a bit busy but I couldn't pass so here is my super NSFW contribution.

Please, pay attention to the warning tags!!!

written for Kinktober, prompt: Tentacles Rating: E Relationship: Steve/Eddie TW: breeding kink, oviposition, tentacle sex, dubcon, eggpreg, tentacle sex, tentacle dick, monster sex Words: 3444

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Walking at Lovers Lake by night with a stereo and a new cassette is Steve’s hobby. 

His neighbors find it strange, but none really care about what he does in his free time and Steve loves sitting near the lake and turning the radio, blasting the music so loudly that the surface of the water ripples, shining in the moonlight. During those nights, when the moon shines brightly over the lake, Steve waits to see him emerging from the lake depths.

A big dark shadow, moving gracefully in the water. 

Hawkie, the Lake Monster, that’s what the people from Hawkins call him, but Steve knows better. He knows he has a proper name and that even if he can’t articulate sounds like a human, he can communicate through music, that’s one of the reasons why he always brings the stereo and a lot of batteries with him. 

Slowly, the tip of the creature’s head breaks the surface. A mop of dark hair glued to a pale skin. Eyes way too big to be human and a mouth with too many sharp teeth. The creature stares at Steve from the middle of the lake. The shore is too far to see in detail what’s going on in the middle of the lake, but Steve knows that the creature is looking around, making sure they’re alone, and once he realizes that none else is around, he will swim swiftly toward the shore, singing, “Stevie…”

“Hey. Eddie.” Steve replies, stripping off his shoes, socks, and pants to step into the water. The lake water is dark and cold on Steve’s skin. The sharp rocks hurt his feet, but he keeps moving until the water is almost at his hips.

“Stevie…” the creature sings again with his strange voice that reverberates directly in Steve’s mind.

“Do you like it? It’s the last Metallica album.” Steve says, pointing at the stereo that’s still playing on the shore.

“I like Metallica. But I like Stevie more.” Eddie replies, wrapping his tentacles around Steve’s legs and feet. It’s a peculiar sensation feeling his suckers gripping him while Eddie slowly gets up to face Steve.

Half human, half octopus. That’s Eddie, Lover’s Lake Monster. 

With pale fingers, he brushes some hair away from Steve’s face, revealing a big dark shiner.

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Steve replies, trying to shy away from Eddie’s fingers, but the creature grabs his arm with one hand and tightens his tentacles’ grip.

“Who?” He asks again, with a ferocious expression.

“My dad. No college accepted me and he wasn’t happy about it. He told me I’m a failure and-”

“No.” Eddie states calmly, squeezing Steve’s arm, “You’re not a failure. You’re perfect.”

Steve laughs, turning his face to avoid Eddie’s piercing eyes, “Well, that’s not what he thinks about me.”

“Stupid. Humans. They are all stupid.”

With a tired sigh, Steve finally turns toward Eddie, “I don’t want to talk about it. Can we ignore what happened? I want to spend some time with you.”

“My place?” Eddie asks, softly, stroking Steve’s head.

“Isn’t it underwater? I can’t really breathe underwater, Eddie!” Steve chuckles.

“You’ll have to hold your breath only for a few moments. And then we’ll be home.”

Steve’s frowns, confused, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come with me.” Eddie whispers, nuzzling at Steve’s neck, “I want you. I wanted you for the longest time and now I think you’re ready.”

Steve knows that Eddie would never hurt him. He’s his best friend. He still remembers the first time they met. He was ten at the time, running away from his house after a big fight between his parents. His mother threw a big glass of red wind at his father who slapped her in the face, making her fall on the broken glass and he grabbed Steve’s shirt so harshly that it tore. Staring at the white piece of fabric, for the first time Steve felt what true terror was. He jumped from his chair, opened the door, and ran into the woods behind his home.

None tried to stop him, his parents were too busy yelling at one another, and he kept running until his little lungs started to burn and his spleen hurt so badly he had to stop abruptly in the middle of nowhere. Only at that moment, did Steve realize he was lost in the woods by night. And he started to cry.

That’s when he heard it for the first time. A soft voice, singing a song he didn’t understand but he followed. It wasn’t a person singing, obviously. It was Eddie, sitting on a big rock, humming between himself.

It was a peculiar first encounter, a kid and a millennial creature staring at each other in windy woods, but that was the beginning of a friendship that slowly evolved into a deep attraction.

Steve knows he must have more than one wire crossed in his mind when he feels a familiar squeeze in his stomach as Eddie licks his neck.

“Come with me.” Eddie suggests again, and Steve nods quietly, enchanted by Eddie’s voice and his moves. The monster swings slowly from side to side, like a charming snake, and Steve really can’t remember why it isn’t a good idea to follow him underwater.

“Don’t be scared. Follow me.” Eddie sings and all Steve can do is obey and step forward. The water doesn’t feel so cold now that Eddie is wrapped around him, his tentacles hugging him tight while he drags him gently toward the middle of the lake. Steve isn't scared. He can swim, he can get back to shore in no time, but he can’t find a single reason why he should. 

“Big breath for me?” Eddie asks, and Steve nods, taking a deep breath before diving into the lake’s cold water.

The moonlight shines through the water and Steve can see Eddie’s long white arm wrapped around his waist, holding him tight while he swims deeper and deeper. On the bottom of the lake, there's a big red crack that shines like molten lava. That’s what makes Steve startle. 

If that’s lava he will die! 

He tries to free himself from Eddie’s grip and reach the surface, but Eddie’s stronger than he’s and he tugs him down, down, swimming exactly toward the glowing crack in the lake’s ground.

Steve tries to free himself once more. He kicks his legs. He screams underwater letting white bubbles of air run toward the surface, but Eddie is relentless. He keeps swimming, even faster now, giving some worried looks at Steve from behind his shoulder.

He’s going to die.

Steve Harrington is going to drown in Lover’s Lake like many others before him. In a few days, someone will find his bloated body floating somewhere and he’ll be just another number in the statistics.

Steve closes his eyes, resigned to his fate.

***

When he opens his eyes, Steve is surprised. He didn’t drown, and he’s lying on a comfortable bed of… seaweed?

Sitting on the bed, he turns his face, looking around himself, confused. 

Eddie is nowhere to be seen and the place isn’t familiar to him. Definitely a cave, but he had never seen a cave like that. It’s covered in black vines and the only light that seems to penetrate the dark cave isn’t clear but red. Steve feels so tired that he doesn’t have the strength to stand up and quietly crawls toward what seems to be the entrance of the cave. He scratches his knees and his palms, but he keeps moving until one of his hands sinks into the gelid water.

What the fuck?

He doesn’t even have the time to understand what happened and Eddie slowly emerges from the water with his black mop of hair.

“Eddie?”

“Stevie,” he calls him with his smile full of sharp teeth. The monster doesn’t say anything else and offers no explanations, he simply lifts Steve between his arms and takes him back  to what now Steve understands is Eddie’s lair. 

“Hungry?” Eddie asks, moving one of his tentacles and showing him a silver fish.

“I can’t eat raw fish!” Steve protests and Eddie tuts, with a snap of his fingers he starts a fire close by.

“Hungry?” he asks again, and Steve must admit that he is. 

Eddie grabs a stick and lets the fish cook on the fire, while he gets back to Steve, patting on the bed of seaweed. Steve sits next to him and in a moment the marine creature is wrapped around him, his suckers glued to his skin tickles him and Steve can suppress a little chuckle. Eddie smiles, satisfied, licking the golden column on Steve’s neck.

Eddie’s breath smells of dead fish and lake’s water, but instead of finding it disgusting, Steve is turned on by the slimy creature that is rubbing against him with his entire body.

Once the fish is cooked, Eddie feeds him slowly, peppering Steve’s face with kisses, and Steve relaxes into the monster embrace. He doesn’t notice the tentacle that’s getting closer to his face until it’s wrapped against his neck. But the tentacle doesn’t stop there. It keeps climbing toward Steve’s face, gently pushing at his lips. After a moment of hesitation, Steve parts his lips, letting him slide inside with a swift movement. 

The tentacle is gentle, it explores Steve’s mouth, patting gently his tongue before pushing harder on the lower part of his tongue. Steve’s eyes start to water, but the feeling isn’t unpleasurable. He can feel his dick getting harder at the strong sensation.

Eddie sniffs him once more, satisfied, before letting another tentacle hook his swim trunk and slowly push them down, revealing the red head of Steve’s dick, already leaking precum.

“You like it,” Eddie says. An affirmation, not a question, but Steve nods anyway, while the tentacle in his mouth slowly retrieves, smearing some spit on Steve’s plump red lips.

“So beautiful,” Eddie whispers, while he bends down to suck on Steve’s nipples, one tentacle softly stroking his dick up and down, not enough. Never enough.

Steve tries to protest, but Eddie silences him once more with a tentacle in his mouth, and Steve starts to suck on it eagerly. His hips are in a death grip and he can’t get the pressure he needs for his release.

“Not yet.” Eddie murmurs in his musical voice, while he spreads Steve’s legs with two tentacles, leaving the more private part of his body exposed to the monster’s hungry eyes, “Have you ever been touched here, Stevie?” Eddie asks while he sucks two of his fingers until they are glistering, covered in spit.

“No…”

“I have a feeling you’re gonna like it.” Eddie moans, like only the idea of touching Steve in his more sensitive place was more than enough for his pleasure. He circles Steve’s rim a few times, covering it with spit, before pushing a long cold finger inside. Steve instinctively clenches and Eddie chuckles, starting to pump his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm before adding another finger.

Steve groans, arching his back while his legs are still spread open by the other tentacles.

“I’m going to fuck you, Stevie. I’m going to fill you so good. I’m going to fuck you so deep you’ll feel me in your throat.”

Steve moans loudly, while the tentacle slips inside his mouth once more. This time Steve starts to suck on it and Eddie shivers in pleasure at the feeling, so Steve keeps sucking harder and harder, hollowing his cheeks.

“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fill you with my love. Do you want that, baby?” Eddie groans, pinning Steve on the seaweed bed and moving a tentacle that looks different from the other. Thicker and somehow fuller. “That’s my dick.” Eddie explains in Steve’s ear, while the young man keeps staring at the tentacle moving closer and closer, “Now take a deep breath from me and try to relax.” Eddie orders, before he starts to push his tentacle dick inside Steve.

“It’s too big!” Steve complains.

“No. It’s not. Just relax…” Eddie whispers on Steve’s lips before kissing him deeply and hungry, submitting him. “Look at you, opening up for me so nicely. You were only waiting for me to take you. Weren’t you? I have waited for so long. Humans grow so slowly…” Eddie complains, while his tentacle dick keeps sliding inside Steve, slowly but relentlessly, and when it’s deep enough he starts to expand rhythmically, while Steve’s insides contract at the same time.

“I’m going to fill you with my eggs…” Eddie whispers, and Steve’s eyes widen. He tries to protest, but Eddie’s kissing him again and he goes pliant under him.

The first egg passes Steve’s rim, stretching his abused hole even more, before being pushed deeper and deeper inside the Steve’s body. The human between Eddie’s arms moans loudly at the intrusion.

“You’re taking it so well. That’s our first baby.” Edde groans in Steve’s neck when his tentacle finally releases the first egg, but another is already moving down the tentacle, stretching Steve’s hole once more, and after that another, and another. Six eggs quickly fill the human’s body, resting safely inside where it's warm and protected.

Steve comes as soon as the third egg brushes against his prostate, clenching harder on Eddie’s tentacle and relaxing soon after.

“So full…” Steve murmurs, his eyes crossed and still blissed out.

“That’s true.” Eddie replies, kissing Steve’s swollen stomach, “You did so good, love. I knew you were made for it.” Eddie praises him, kissing his forehead, “Now I’ll put you to sleep so you can grow our babies in your beautiful body.”

“Eddie?”

“Don’t be scared. It’s just a precaution. We can’t risk you breaking the eggs, can we?” Eddie asks, brushing some hair away from Steve’s face and Steve nods in agreement even if his eyes are still glossy, “Good boy.” Eddie praises him, grabbing one of the black vines, “Now open big for me…” he orders once more, prying Steve’s mouth open, before grabbing a dark vine. As soon as the vine touches Steve’s lips it starts to move and slides inside Steve’s mouth.

The last thing Steve sees is Eddie standing above him, brushing his cold knuckles against his cheek, “Don’t be scared love. When you wake up we’ll be a family.”

***

“You have to wake him up, Eddie.” Wayne says, moving his hands gently on Steve’s swollen abdomen, “The eggs are moving, if they break inside him it won’t be nice for him.”

“Can’t we wait until they’re in the canal? Maybe we can take them out before waking him.”

“He has to push them out, Eddie. Now remove the vine from his throat and get ready to help him. This won’t be easy for a human.”

Eddie sighs but cuts the vine that has nurtured Steve’s body for the last few weeks and gently pulls it out from his throat, while Steve’s stomach contracts once more and Steve whines softly.

“I know, I know. But it will be over soon.” Eddie comforts him, whispering in his ear sweet nothing before starting to sing to Steve to wake him up.

“Eddie?”

“Hi, baby.”

“What happened?”

“The eggs are hatching.”

“What?”

“The eggs. Our babies. They’re ready to come out.”

“Come out from where… oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Steve yells, staring at his swollen abdomen, “Eddie! What the fuck happened!”

“We had sex, sweetheart, and I pumped you full with my eggs.” Eddie takes Steve’s hand and moves it on his stomach, “Can you feel them moving? They are ready. You have to push them out.”

“What?! I can’t! I…”

“You have to, kid. Trust me, you don’t want those eggs to break inside of you.” Wayne says getting closer.

Only at that moment Steve sees another monster standing behind Eddie, “Who are you? What’s happening?”

“He’s my uncle. I’ll explain everything but now is time to push.”

“What? Now?! I can’t!”

A strong cramp makes Steve bend in half, but Wayne gets behind him and holds him upright, “No bending until those eggs are out. Now push!” He orders while he stares at Eddie, “Take my place and hold him tight. Spread his legs with your tentacles and bend them just enough to keep the passage open but not enough to risk breaking the eggs.” 

“What passage?!” Steve yells, but when Eddie moves behind him and holds him spread he finally understands, “No, no! This can’t be happening. It can’t be!”

“Push love, it will be over soon, I promise, but you have to push,” Eddie tries to comfort him.

The pain is excruciating. Something is slowly moving inside Steve’s body.

“You’re doing so good, baby. You’re doing so well. Just a little push and the first one will be out.”

“The first one? How many- Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” Steve yells while the first egg leaves his body and lands between Wayne’s hand who gently puts him in a little seaweed nest where it keeps shaking.

“Come on little buddy. Break your shell. Come on.” The old man encourages the shivering egg and finally, a little head breaks the shell and stares at him. “Hi there, little one.” Wayne smiles, but he doesn’t have the time to cuddle the new little arrival because Steve is screaming.

“I feel another coming. Oh god. Oh god!”

“You’re so brave. I’m so proud of you. Now push it out. Push.” Eddie keeps encouraging him.

Steve’s forehead is covered in beads of sweat while he shakes his head against Eddie’s broad chest. One push and another egg gently fall into Wayne’s hand.

Four eggs are chirping in the little nest Wayne made for them, but the fifth seems stuck.

Steve is whining loudly, while Eddie tries to help him spread his legs even further.

“Come here.” Wayne orders, one hand on Steve’s contacting abdomen, “The egg is too big, he can’t push it out, we have to help him.” Wayne says, while Steve whines and tries to turn on his side, but two of Wayne’s tentacles immediately immobilize him, “I’m going to try to push from the outside, but you have to get inside and grab it as soon as it moves if it breaks inside him…” they whispers between themselves while Steve keeps complaining. Eddie nods seriously, getting between his mate’s legs.

“Steve, kid. Look at me.” Wayne says, patting on Steve’s cheek, “Good boy. This egg is bigger than the others and it’s stuck inside you.” Steve's eyes widen in panic, “No need to panic. That’s exactly why Eddie and I are here, ok? I’m going to push on your stomach to try to free it. It won’t be fun but we’ll do it as fast as we can, ok? There are four guppies already waiting for you. Two more and you’re done.”

Steve grinds his teeth, nodding.

“Ok. No pushing, kid. Not even if you feel like you have to. Can you do that for me?” Wayne asks him, with his hands resting above the little bump, ready to push to help the egg move down the canal.

Steve nods, biting his lip, and Wayne doesn’t lose any time. He pushes hard on Steve's stomach until he feels the egg crack a little.

“Eddie. Take it out!”

With the shell cracked the egg moves easier and Eddie is quick to push a tentacle inside Steve’s abused hole, gently grab the egg and drag it out. For a moment he stops to see a little caramel mane, but Wayne immediately calls his name.

“Take the other if you can,” Wayne says, while Steve’s almost collapsed on the seaweed bed, exhausted.

Eddie keeps Steve’s legs spread and pushes one tentacle back inside him to catch the last egg and slowly takes it out.

“Are they… are they ok?” Steve asks, his eyes half closed, and Eddie grabs the little nest with their six guppies. They are so small they could fit on Steve's hands.

“Here they are. All six of them. Wanna name them?” Eddie asks, but Steve is already half asleep, “We can name them when you wake up, huh? Now rest. You did so well.” Eddie promises him, kissing his forehead.

Wayne looks at the six guppies with a fond smile, “Never thought I would have become a grandpa. Not since you got obsessed over this human.”

“Steve’s the best, isn’t he?”

“He did a good job,” Wayne admits.

***

The next day, when Steve is a little bit less in pain, they name the guppies: El, Max, Lucas, Mike, Will, and Dustin.

[servospawn]

i've noticed a bit of discourse over the span of me being back here about peer recognition &what that does to a person's mental on socials.

idk if it's because of my inactivity or because i've just been on tumblr for 10+ years but it really puzzles me when i see someone fretting over the amount of notes and/or social engagement their posts seem to lack. of course we as humans love peer recognition &validation but i'd hate to think that's all some people care to focus on when it comes to their blogs.

i think we all should be posting whatever we want without trying to calculate how many notes we'll receive on any one single post because that's setting yourself up for disappointment. if you're a simblr.. i'd like to assume you came here because you enjoy playing your game, creating content or using it as a creative outlet to express your form of individuality.. the notes in this case should sort of act as a bonus.

people have lost their heads.. ranting in txt posts about their content "flopping" or feeling like they don't belong here.. &it's just like.. take a deep breath.. it's okay.. you'll survive. also idk what flopping is when it comes to simblr, because.. if i get anywhere between 10-100 notes from loyal followers that have engaged with me from day 1, can recognize my OCs &are genuinely paying attention to what's going on (because they care that much).. that's a hell of a lot more rewarding to me than amassing 500-1k notes because a popular simblr randomly decided to reblog me that day.

please learn to love your game, your blogs, your cc & yourself. because what's the point of notes if you're not even genuinely happy with your game in the first place? you'll continue to have unrealistic expectations &end up in that rabbithole of forcing yourself to do tzrs, spam liking &reblogging others just to get that in return &trust me it comes off super fake &people will notice that too.

[strwberri-milk]

(This might be an obvious question, but is your favourite Kaeya? You write him so well!)

Could i request Deadly-sick!Reader x Alhaitham and Diluc (separately) where reader's illness has a treatment but is incredibly expensive, so instead of asking for help, they just hide from everyone, including their boyfriend, this illness. The guys eventually find out and confront reader about not asking for their help.

-🎉

yeah i used to be super into kaeya and hoenstly im still really intriguied by his lore and all that shebang but yeah :3

Diluc and Alhaitham are both very perceptive even if they don't say much about what they've noticed. He doesn't want to embarrass you by outright asking you what's wrong. As far as he's concerned if you don't want to tell him how you feel then he can wait until you're willing to tell him.

However, since you're clearly unwilling to tell him he's going to have to start taking matters into his own hands. He tries to follow you around or take note of the things you mention you need to do in a day to figure out if there's anything out of place that can tell him what's wrong. He asks certain leading questions and gauges your reaction to them, piecing together the puzzle.

It takes him some time but after enough questions and observations of you getting more and more fatigued he finally decides to confront you. He's kind about it, or as kind as he can manage with the stern look on his face. You know you're not in trouble but even seeing the slight hint of disappointment being there makes you want to break down.

Soon enough you tell him everything, all your worries and how you're more than happy to just keep things the way they are because you can't afford to pay for treatment and that you've made your peace with it. Hearing you say that breaks his heart and even though he's not as expressive as some of the people around him, the way he holds you makes it clear how he feels.

He tells you how much he loves you and how he wishes you were more willing to share all of this with him. He just wants to be there for you and if you're hiding things from him there's no way he'll be able to support you the way he wants to.

He holds you as you tell him everything that you've been going through. He listens carefully, reassuring you that he's not angry at you in the least - he just wishes you would tell him things that bother you, especially when they're this important.

From here onwards you end up telling him everything, good or bad. He's glad for it, not wanting you to go through anything like this all by yourself. He wants nothing more than to support you no matter the struggle. He won't hear you trying to tell him you don't want his help and that you can do this alone, simply doing rather than talking.

Honestly, you're glad he's as supportive as he is. You tell him you hope he knows that you love him and you're thankful he cares for you as much as he does. He simply brushes it off, telling you that he's doing it because he loves you, nothing more nothing less. If you look carefully you can see the tips of his ears burning a bright red at the confession.

[fbpsdumbtklblog]

the world needs more lightbrush fics so i made another one for yall :] (saying that as if this wasnt purely self-indulgent lol)

put this one on ao3 too!

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A Fun Discovery

(HOW TF DO YOU NAME FICS LMAO)

post s3/2 ii tickle fic

lee: paintbrush

ler: lightbulb

summary: paintbrush realizes they dont even know if theyre ticklish or not, and lightbulb helps them find out

word count: 605

“..And so we’re all just sitting by the beach right,” Paintbrush explained, grabbing their drink from the bedside table. “Bot and Goo start having a tickle fight, but none of us are paying that much attention to them.” They took a sip of their drink before continuing.

“And then for some reason Silver just starts sayin’ like- ‘Ohh I bet Painty’s so ticklish!’. And then I just kinda look at him weird, y’know cuz why would he say that?”

Lightbulb laughed a bit in response. “Well are you?”

“Hm?”

“Are you ticklish?”

“Uhhhh…” Paintbrush set their cup back down, resting their cheek in their palm as they thought over the question. “I don't.. Think so?”

Lightbulb raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Wait really? Not even a little bit??”

Paintbrush shrugged. “I dunno- I guess I could be? Kinda doubt it tho”

“No wayy, you? Not ticklish? I ain’t buyin’ it.” Lightbulb stated.

Paintbrush snickered a little, tilting their head to the side. “Pff- What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You seem like you would be !” Lightbulb responded. An idea suddenly popped into her head. “..Can I test it?”

Paintbrush paused for a moment, a little surprised at the bluntness of her question. “Uhh… I guess so? Sure?” They agreed, an awkward smile on their face.

Lightbulb’s expression lit up as she was actually given permission, immediately scooting closer to Paintbrush. “Alrighty, let’s see here..” She lifted their arm up and began poking around at their stomach.

Paintbrush flinched and let out a loud squeak as soon as Lightbulb’s hand made contact, reflexively smacking her hand away. The two of them froze for a moment, both surprised by the reaction. A huge grin slowly formed on Lightbulb’s face at this new discovery. “Oh!! So you are!”

“..Uhh-” Paintbrush glanced away, feeling their face heating up. They barely had time to respond before Lightbulb continued tickling them, lightly scribbling her fingers over their sides. “W-Wait! Lightbulb!” Paintbrush blurted out as they fell into a fit of squeaks and laughter.

“I was right!” Lightbulb exclaimed, laughing with them. She shifted to be more on top of them, aimlessly poking and scribbling all over their torso. Paintbrush buried their face in their hands and started kicking their legs against the bed. They could barely form a coherent thought in that moment, let alone say anything- They had never been tickled before! How were they even supposed to react?

Lightbulb smiled brightly as she listened to Paintbrush’s loud and hiccupy laughter, the sound alone filling her with joy. “Omga, you’re even more ticklish than I thought you’d be!”

Paintbrush melted a little at her touch, sinking down into the bed. They were kinda paralyzed there for a few moments before moving a hand down to push Lightbulb’s away.

Lightbulb chuckled fondly at them, deciding to go ahead and let them go. She pulled her hands away from Paintbrush, moving back to where she’d been sitting previously. She smirked down at them as she watched them try to regain their composure. Paintbrush laid there breathing heavily, a huge wobbly smile on their face. “What the fuck..” They mumbled as they pushed themself back upwards.

“Sooo, how was that?” Lightbulb asked them teasingly. Paintbrush held their cheek in their palm, too embarrassed to look at her. “Ah- It.. it was…. Nice..? I guess..?” They responded quietly.

Lightbulb smiled more at that, feeling super happy that they’d been enjoying themself there. Paintbrush grabbed their drink and took a few more sips, taking a few moments to recover.

“..I’m just kind of upset that Silver was right.” Paintbrush stated, causing Lightbulb to burst out laughing.

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doodle :D

[oldiesstationlover11607]

HI BESTIEEEE

okay okay. idea. joshs sister reader x tyler.

kinda like the sai!josh x tylers sister reader one where theyd been sevretly dating.

same kinda premise but like josh is realy realllyyy not okay with tyler dating his sister, like itd been a big nono since he inteoduced them to each other. but one night they both like bonded over something and the connection kept going. then josh finds out whem he comes into her room quickly for something he left and sees tyler in her bed and he freaks out thinking they slept together. they have to explain that theyd been dating for a while (like lonnngg while) and josh gets super angry.

ik the josh x reader one had a happy ending.. maybe this one ends angstily or not good at all. you can decide. love your work <33

HAVE A GOOD DAY!!🧡🧡

Off Limits - Tyler Joseph x Dun!Reader

Warnings: Panic attacks and angst/argument between Josh and reader

Word Count: 2331

A/N: As soon as I saw this request I started chucking out ideas of how they met, Tyler helping her through anxiety and mental health struggles, them blasting music in the car, basically being perfect for each other. Poor Josh tho...

It was one of those rare quiet nights in LA, where the city’s usual noise was replaced by an almost eerie calm. The kind of stillness that makes you hyper aware of every breath you take, every beat of your heart. I lay in bed, staring at the TV that flickered in the corner of my room, barely paying attention to whatever show was on. My mind was too crowded to focus on anything.

Tyler had been at the studio all day, and I knew he’d be coming home late. Josh had been there, too, working on drum takes for Blurryface—their latest obsession, the album that had consumed their lives. Mine, too. But tonight, the emptiness in the house felt different. Maybe it was because I was too restless, or maybe it was the weight of the secret that I carried every day. The one that Tyler and I carried together.

Two years. Two years of hiding. Two years of stolen moments. Two years of lying to my brother.

My brother had introduced us at a party back when Vessel was starting to gain traction. I still remember that night—Josh had been so excited to show me off to his bandmate, like I was some prized possession. I’d tried to be cool, tried not to let on that I was immediately fascinated by Tyler’s tattoos, his quiet demeanor, the way he seemed so different from the crowd. But I guess I wasn’t as subtle as I thought.

Josh pulled me aside that night, his expression dark. I can still hear his words, sharp and cutting: “Stay away from him. He’s off-limits. You can’t have him, okay? You have to promise me.”

And because I didn’t want to lose my brother, because I didn’t want to make him angry, I promised. I promised I wouldn’t fall for Tyler, that I wouldn’t get involved with him.

But here I was, two years later, breaking that promise every single day.

I pulled the covers up to my chin, trying to shake the feeling of unease that had settled in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be with Tyler—I loved him more than I’d ever thought possible. He was the only person who really understood me, especially during the roughest period of my life. He’d been there for me when everything else fell apart. But the guilt gnawed at me every day. I hated lying to Josh. I hated sneaking around. Most of all, I hated the feeling that this was all going to blow up in our faces one day.

I heard the front door open and close softly, followed by Tyler’s familiar footsteps padding down the hallway. My heart lifted at the sound, the tension in my chest easing slightly. A moment later, he slipped into the room, his presence instantly bringing a sense of calm. Just seeing him made everything feel a little less heavy.

He looked exhausted—worn out from hours of recording, his dark hair tousled from the day. His eyes, though heavy-lidded with fatigue, softened when he saw me. He kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the bed next to me with a sigh.

“Rough day?” I asked, my voice barely more than a whisper, afraid to disturb the quiet between us.

He let out a deep breath, rolling onto his side to face me. “Yeah,” he muttered, his voice low and tired. “I don’t even know what time it is anymore. It’s all blending together.”

I nodded, reaching up to brush a stray curl away from his forehead. “It felt like that during Vessel too. It’ll get easier.”

His eyes met mine, and for a moment, the weight of everything we had been hiding seemed to hang between us. But then Tyler leaned in, gently kissing my forehead, lingering there for a second longer than usual. It was soft, comforting—the kind of kiss that didn’t need words. It was enough to make the world feel a little smaller, a little more bearable.

“Being here with you… it’s the only thing that makes sense right now,” he murmured against my skin.

I smiled at that, my heart swelling. “I feel the same.”

Tyler shifted closer, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me into his chest. I rested my head against him, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing the chaos in my mind. He kissed the top of my head, his lips brushing through my hair, and I felt myself melt into him, the weight of the day slipping away.

“You’ve got to be tired,” I said softly, my fingers tracing the patterns of his tattoos across his chest.

“I am,” he admitted, his voice a little drowsy now. “But I’m always good when I’m with you.” His hand moved up my back, fingers gently brushing the skin there, and I could feel his love in every movement, in every touch.

“Sometimes I wish we didn’t have to keep hiding like this,” I confessed quietly, not sure where the words were coming from. “I hate lying to Josh. I hate that this is all so complicated.”

Tyler sighed, his thumb stroking soothing circles on my side. “I know. I hate it too. But… I don’t know how else we can do this without hurting him. I just need more time to figure it out.” He kissed the top of my head again, this time lingering a little longer, as if he could press his understanding into me through the warmth of his lips.

I lifted my head slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. “I don’t want to lose you… but I don’t want to lose Josh either.”

Tyler’s gaze softened, his eyes filled with that quiet understanding I’d grown to love. “You won’t lose either of us,” he said, his voice steady and sure. “We’ll find a way. We always do.”

He leaned in then, his lips brushing against mine, a soft, tender kiss that made everything else fade into the background. I kissed him back, my hand resting against his cheek as I let myself fall into the moment, into the safety of him.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads rested together, our breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Tyler’s fingers traced down my arm, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words a soft promise between us. “I’ve got you.”

My heart fluttered at his words, the love I felt for him swelling inside me. I kissed him again, this time slower, more deliberate. I wanted him to feel everything I couldn’t always say out loud.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips, my voice breaking just a little. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Tyler smiled, pressing another soft kiss to my lips before settling back into the bed, pulling me even closer into his chest. His hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, resting gently on the skin of my back, the warmth of his touch grounding me.

“For now, let’s just focus on this,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Right here. Just us.”

I nodded, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Wrapped up in Tyler’s arms, with his heartbeat beneath my ear and his soft breaths lulling me into a sense of safety, it felt like for just a little while, the outside world didn’t exist.

The worry about Josh, the guilt that gnawed at me every day—it all seemed to fade in the warmth of Tyler’s embrace. Here, like this, I could pretend that everything was going to be okay.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, it was morning. The sunlight filtered weakly through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. Tyler was still asleep next to me, his arm draped over my waist. I watched him for a moment, feeling that familiar mix of love and guilt twist inside of me. He looked so peaceful, so unlike the Tyler everyone saw on stage or in the studio. This was a Tyler only I knew—the one who was soft, thoughtful, and quiet in the way he cared for me.

I shifted slightly, trying to disentangle myself without waking him, but before I could, the door burst open with a loud thud.

“Hey, have you seen my—”

Josh’s voice cut through the air, and the moment he laid eyes on us, everything seemed to freeze. My heart dropped into my stomach. Tyler stirred beside me, blinking awake, but I could already feel the tension crackling in the air. This was it. This was the moment I’d been dreading.

Josh stood there in the doorway, his face pale with shock. For a second, it was like he couldn’t even process what he was seeing. But then, his expression twisted into something darker—betrayal, anger, hurt—all at once.

“What the hell is this?” His voice was loud, harsher than I’d ever heard it before.

Tyler sat up slowly, his movements cautious, but I could already see the storm brewing behind Josh’s eyes.

“Josh, wait, it’s not what you—” I started, but my voice faltered.

Josh’s eyes flicked to me, filled with disbelief and fury. “You swore to me! You swore you wouldn’t—” He looked between us, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might break. “How long?”

His voice cracked on those last two words, and I couldn’t find the strength to answer. I felt frozen in place, my heart racing, panic rising in my throat.

Tyler finally spoke, his voice calm but firm. “Josh, we’ve been together for a while. We didn’t mean to lie to you—”

“A while?” Josh’s voice was shaking now, disbelief mixed with fury. “How long, Tyler?”

Tyler glanced at me, and I knew we couldn’t hide it anymore. “Two years,” he said quietly.

Josh’s face drained of color. He stared at us like we’d ripped his heart out. “Two years? You’ve been lying to me for two fucking years?” His voice rose, cracking at the edges. “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to have my back! I told you not to—”

He stepped forward, his body tense with anger, and instinctively, I flinched. I didn’t even realize I’d done it until he stopped, his eyes widening. For a split second, the anger on his face shifted to something else. 

“You were supposed to stay away from him,” he said, his voice lower now, but still filled with anger. “You knew what this would do to us. And you still…” He trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

I wanted to explain, to tell him how much I loved Tyler, how this wasn’t some betrayal. But the words wouldn’t come. All I could feel was the crushing weight of Josh’s anger, the way it radiated off him in waves.

“Josh, it’s not like that,” I finally managed to say, my voice shaking. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. But Tyler—he’s been there for me in ways you wouldn’t understand. I needed him.”

“Needed him?” Josh repeated, his eyes narrowing. “What about me? I’m your brother. I’m supposed to be the one you go to.”

“I–I…” I turned to Tyler before stepping towards Josh, but my legs felt shaky, my chest tightening as the familiar sense of panic started to creep in. I could feel my breath catching, like I couldn’t get enough air. I’d been here before—too many times. I could feel the panic attack coming on, but I didn’t know how to stop it.

Josh’s eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I saw his anger flicker, replaced by confusion. “What the hell is going on with you?”

“I—” My voice came out strangled, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, my hands shaking. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. The walls felt like they were closing in.

Tyler was beside me in an instant, his arm around my shoulders, trying to steady me. “Josh, stop. She’s having a panic attack.”

Josh’s face softened with shock, but it was too late. The room was spinning, my heart racing too fast. I couldn’t control it. I could hear Tyler’s voice, calm and steady, trying to guide me through it, but Josh was still standing there, frozen, watching me fall apart.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible as the tears finally broke free. “I didn’t mean to—”

Tyler’s voice was in my ear, soft and comforting. “It’s okay. You’re okay. Just breathe.”

But I wasn’t okay. I couldn’t stop thinking about the look on Josh’s face, the anger and hurt I’d caused. The way he looked at me like I was someone he didn’t even recognize anymore.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I sobbed, trying to get the words out, but they felt empty. “Josh, please…”

“I’m sorry,” Josh said, his voice small now, filled with regret. “I didn’t know—I didn’t mean to yell at you.”

But it didn’t matter anymore. The damage was done. The weight of everything we’d kept hidden, everything we’d tried to protect, had finally come crashing down.

And now, I didn’t know if we could ever put the pieces back together.

Josh left, and the silence he left behind was almost unbearable. Tyler held me, rocking gently as I cried, but even his presence couldn’t fix the shattered pieces of what I’d broken.

After what felt like hours, my sobs finally subsided, leaving me hollow, exhausted.

“He’s going to hate me forever,” I whispered, my voice hoarse.

Tyler kissed the top of my head, his voice soft and steady. “He won’t. He’ll need time, but he won’t hate you.”

But I wasn’t sure I believed him.

We sat there, tangled in each other’s arms, the weight of what had happened settling heavily over us. Tyler held me, and I held onto him, but deep down, I knew that some things couldn’t be fixed. Not easily.

Not this time.

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REQUESTS OPENhttps://i.pinimg.com/474x/4e/50/a5/4e50a56d55f3ad6b3b18a462822b0b8e.jpg

[reallyromealone]

Title: kingslayer

Fandom: black clover

Pairing: Nozel x male reader

Chapter: one

Warnings: male reader

Notes: slow burn slow burn

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"god, I forgot how comfortable beds are" Long journeys didn't make for the most comfortable sleeping arrangements, the bed much more comfortable than the trees he's slept in. He didn't know much about the clover kingdom, they had a king and a giant skull that (name) was happy he got to paint. The room was warm, with light beige walls with wood beams that matched the old floorboards and bed frame and furniture, small paintings on the walls to give it some light along with candles for later. A small fireplace in the corner a chair to the side and a desk.

It was more than what he was used to.

Knock knock.

(Name) sat up curiously before walking to the door, opening it to see a young woman "Hi! My dad owns the inn... I noticed you didn't have shoes and we had a nicer pair in the lost and found that weren't gross so I thought you would want them... I hope they fit" (name) smiled softly at her "that's very kind of you, here... I would like to pay you back" the wanderer stepped aside and let her walk into his room, a few of his paintings out "I'll make you a portrait..." He said softly and the young woman looked confused "You don't have to!"

"An act of genuine kindness sparks another besides with the cost of portraits these days, wouldn't it be nice?"

The girl had no reply as she looked at his tiny paintings, no bigger than her hand "Whoa..."

"That one is of the heart kingdom, it's very wild there," he said as they looked at the painting of a rare power "I paint things to remember them, one day I may forget these little things and I always want to remember them... Now! Sit with the sunlight facing you! We don't have much time!"

The woman, whom (name) fondly called 'sparrow' posed shyly as (name) painted her "you have excellent bone structure, you would have made a brilliant sculpture in another world" he commented as she looked confused and a bit flustered "you think?" She said barely above a whisper "I do, my former flame had a beautiful facial structure as well..." (Name) had a sad smile on his face as he thought about his former beloved, though he knows she used him... He still wishes he could have been there for his daughter.

"So what brings you to the clover kingdom?" Sparrow asked and (name) smiled "I'm just sight seeing, I haven't seen much of the clover kingdom so why not right?"

Well, he hadn't seen it... recently.

"You have anything here to recommend?" He asked as he painted and the girl thought "there's a restaurant around the corner that sells the best pasta!" She beamed and (name) chuckled at her dreamy expression at the thought of the dish "I'll have to check it out"

"So what kind of magic do you do? My magic is not strong but I can grow plants" the girl said happily, (name) listening before speaking "If you honed in you could probably grow rare roots... Would help make.potions and such"

"I could do that!"

(Name) helped her with making her magic feel more useful as he kept the topic of his magic out of her head but that didn't seem to work "So what's your magic?" She repeated and (name) knew she wouldn't stop so he answered honestly "It's complicated but to try and simplify it... It- it's strong" he couldn't put it into words without exposing himself "If it's powerful, you should join the magic knights!" (Name) looked confused and the other gasped "the magic knights protect and help the kingdom! They're super strong!"

"... there I think we're done" (name) presented the painting to her "It needs time to dry but I think I didn't do half bad" he just wanted this conversation to end, she was a sweet girl but overwhelming, to say the least, and her look of amazement at tge painting mad regime smile "I can keep this?" She whispered and looked at him in awe "Just keep being kind, yeah? And keep your wits about you"

After she left (name) walked to the window and looked at the clover kingdom curiously, perhaps after a nap he could check it out.

"How do we know he's real?" Charlotte asked and Vanessa sighed "Trust me if anyone can fix this mess... It's him" She remembered him fondly, the man from her childhood before she was locked away in the cage, the man who would teach her things about the outside world he was from, her mother spoke highly of him "he was more powerful than she has ever seen", Vanessa said distantly as the others looked curious at her "someone of his description entered the city today," William said looking over the description that was given to the guards "are you sure he still looks like that?"

"I'm sure"

Nozel and Fuegoleon were tasked to look for this man, and the two ended up at an inn, small and unassuming in the lower ends "Pardon me" Fuegeleon asked the innkeeper who gazed from his book, an older man he was with a slight bald spot and beer belly but friendly none the less "oh that guy? He gave my daughter a painting, why did he do something?"

"No, we just need his help"

"He's out right now but he'll probably be back tonight" the innkeeper was relieved the kind young man hadn't done anything, curious on why the two Royals needed him though but decided not to press "may I offer you two a drink while you wait?"

"Ah, no thank you" Fuegeleon always the gentleman said softly and the innkeeper looked slightly saddened as the redhead continued "would it be possible to see his room? To wait?" The innkeeper not wanting to be in the way of knight business let them have the key to the room and even lead the way, the two thanking him as Nozel looked disgruntled in the shabby room but did notice the drying paintings of the capital on the small desk "these are incredibly detailed" he noted to his cousin who hummed "from what Vanessa says this must be him, he was a painter"

The paintings almost looked real if it wasn't for the water color aspect, it was incredible really "How can we be sure he can help us?"

"Frankly I just want to know why two strange men are in my room" a voice broke them from their thoughts as (name) held a paper container of pasta, eating it slowly "Quite rude frankly, just barging into a room someone paid for"

"Are you (name)?" Nozel glares at the man in the ratty cloak with painted designs on it and the inside, little embroidery designs of flowers and what looks to be a family on it all in the style of a child's drawing.

"Ah, that would be me," he said casually as he plopped down in his chair, not even phased "who are you two?" He had a bored expression as he ate more pasta, the girl was not lying this shit was the bomb! "You don't know who we are?" Nozel seethed and (name) raised an eyebrow "Haven't been in the clover kingdom in years, I ain't gotta clue"

"We are the captains of the Silver Eagles and Crimson Lions respectively"

"That a sports team or something?"

"Spo-- we are magic knights!" Noel was about to tear this man's head off but thankfully Fuegeleon stepped in "We were told you could help us"

"And who said that?"

"Someone you may know... Are you aware of anyone named Vanessa?"

(Name) didn't even need to hear the rest as he packed his belongings, his cloak swishing as he put the paintings away "Well what are you doing? Lead the way!" (Name) urged them, a stark difference compared to how he was earlier as he slung his bag over his shoulder "let's go!"

(Name) didn't give a fuck about the palace, eyes looking around curious for one person and one person alone.

Then it felt like time stood still as he stared at him from across the room with people wearing matching caplets.

"'Nessa..." He said as he had finally found happiness, the knights were confused as the pink-haired woman felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Papa..."

[pfhwrittes]

riffing off the poll i reblogged re: your blorbos doing top surgery. so these are some vague headcannons on how the members of tf141 would look after a reader post top surgery.

pairings: gaz x reader, soap x reader, simon x reader (romantic), john price & reader (platonic).

warnings: gaz refers to reader as babe and calls the reader handsome.

note: i’ve written this reader to be a trans man but can be read as anyone who wants top surgery. also i am firmly in the camp that you DON’T have to have surgery to be considered transgender or to have your gender respected. fuck knows it’s a hard enough process here in the UK, i can’t imagine my healthcare being stuck behind what is essentially a paywall.

gaz would be a sweetheart. he’d get you drinks and painkillers. he’d move your cushions/pillows around as much as you wanted. he’d pretend not to see when you burst into tears over pain/relief/a weird sense of mourning and fear. he’d even help you to the bathroom and linger outside the door (unlocked, he’d insist on it being unlocked) in case you need help with anything. the man gets your favourite takeaway and doesn’t make a fuss when you only eat a little bit of it because you’re feeling a bit nauseous from the meds you’re on. checks on your drains and dressings and soothes you when you catch sight of the swelling. he reassures you with forehead and cheek kisses when you’re upset and reassures you with a gentle babe you’re so handsome and brave, i can’t wait for you to show off your chest when you’re feeling better.

price would handle it from a more professional perspective (i am not saying reader would be in the military but i am saying that the man deals with paperwork most of the time anyway so he’d handle it for your work). he’s already sent off copies of your medical note from the surgeon, he’s filled in the paperwork to get sick pay. less hands on than gaz (but that’s only because i can’t see price with a trans man in a romantic or sexual way) so he doesn’t overstep but as your friend he’ll bring you food if you ask and painkillers too. checks in with you and sends you book recommendations, music recommendations and the occasional meme (don’t try to tell me he wouldn’t send you memes. that man is a millennial he knows what a fucking meme is) when you’re well enough to complain about being bored.

simon would be kind of a dick about it. listen i don’t make the rules but he would. he’s supportive enough. he’d give you a ride back from the hospital and get you to wherever is the most comfortable but he’s a bit shit at looking after you (the man has no practice outside of emergency medical care). you’d have to text him to get you a drink or painkillers. healthy nutritious food? no. what flavour pot noodle do you want? never mind you’re getting a bombay bad boy because that’s all he’s got in the cupboard. emotionally he’s not great at expressing how he’s feeling about your recovery so he comes across as gruff but that’s mostly because he’s repressing a whole bunch of trauma and fear that things won’t go well. he won’t touch you apart from holding your hand when you ask because he’s worried he’ll mess up your stitches but still it comes across as a bit cold.

soap the darling man is just so fucking excited for you. it’s a bit much actually while you’re still recovering and yeah you end up snapping and it hurts his feelings a little but he’ll try to play it off as not a big deal. he’s just so happy for you (and for himself because he cannot wait to get his hands on you now that you’ll let him because your chest is the way you want it)! super affectionate, peppers you with kisses all over your face. he’s similar to gaz in that he’s all about making you as comfortable as possible and tries to preempt any requests you have (gets you bottles of water and can of irn-bru because that’s what he always wants when he’s feeling under the weather, grabs you as many snacks as you want). unlike gaz he’s enough of a freak to insist on being in the bathroom with you when you need to go, he says it’s to make sure you’re safe but he’s definitely using it as an excuse to touch you as much as possible until you’re fully healed up.

[echantedtoon]

Oblivious Crushes Ch1 Sekido And Aizetsu

Just wanted to write something cute and wholesome with the Quadruplets having a crush on oblivious Mitsuri. 

Just for context. If you didn't already know this is a modern au fic and obviously I'm NOT doing a Zohakutan x Mitsuri. This is just a funny what if idea based on the art by @hawnkoi / @hawnkoii on Tumblr. Kinda based within Kimetsu Gauken and will probably be ooc with the four main clones and short but screw it! Let's go!

I'll do a second part with Urogi and Karaku later. 

@hantengus-fuckass-clones

@hantenguclonesimp-minuszoha

"And you carry the two up above here and that's how you get the answer!"

Sweet pretty eyes looked on in obvious happiness from the two who were obviously staring at her with different expressions. Blue Eyes wide with flustered pink scattered about his face as the girl across from him held up the paper with the math problems scribbled all over it some solved while others were waiting to be used. However the blue eyes still stared at her for too long. Maybe at the way her green eyes sparkled like emeralds. Perhaps at how her pink hair brought out her cheeks. Or maybe it was because the receiver of her smile had an obvious crush on the art major. 

Those pretty green eyes blinked again as they didn't answer. "Aizetsu, did you not hear what I said?" 

.... Eventually the other red pair of eyes belonging to an identical brother reached out a hand to slap the other on the shoulder and jolted awake the staring idiot from his stupor.

"I-..Y-YES!!," Aizetsu squealed far too high pitched to his embarrassment. "I-It's pretty. Uh! I mean y-you're pretty- AH!! I MEAN IT'S PRETTY SIMPLE!! THAT'S W-WHAT I MEANT!" 

He quickly fumbled twice and attempted to correct holding up his hands, his face such a red it rivaled his brother's eyes whom just grumbled and facepalmed. However she was completely oblivious to his blushing stare or if she noticed his obvious flustered state, she didn't bring it up and only smiled understandingly.

"It's ok! I know you'll get it soon!" The paper fluttered and made a small noise as she placed it down on the table and scooted it over to him. "Let's go over it again! Pay very close attention to what I say this time. Ok?"

Aizetsu gulped but managed to nod and attempted to look at the paper, however it was hard when the pretty girl they both maybe had just the teeniest tiniest most miniscule of crushes on was literally a few inches away beside you. 

The other had to bite his tongue and keep his irritation silent from the jealousy of his brother gaining her full attention for the moment. He HATED it! It made him feel stupid and childish for having these feelings like a middle school boy upset his crush wouldn't notice him. He hadn't even intended for this to happen! It had just.. happened! It all started with just a small problem with a class. He wasn't ashamed to admit math was stupid and probably not his best subject. Many pencils had been snapped out of anger from staring at numbers and trying to figure out how they go together. It was Aizetsu's idea that he sign up for some of the volunteer tutoring the campus offered. It was stupid of course. He'd never admit he'd need an extra teacher like Karaku's bumbling self needed! ... But when you have a couple Fs staring at your face from the last few assignments, you get a change of thought. Aizetsu, probably pathetically pitying him, offered to go take the sessions with him trying to be supportive-

"I've heard of this one girl everyone's trying to get as a tutor. She's supposed to be super nice and smart so that must count for something. Right? I'll try to sign us up for her sessions."

The very thought made him grit his teeth, and of course leave it to Aizetsu to get them tutoring sessions with the dingiest most hyperactive girl in the universe! He was expecting someone so different. Maybe another teacher. An older student in their final year. Maybe one of them serious bookworm students. But no. When the two of them walked into the library after classes with books and pencils and saw a few other people already studying or browsing through the shelves of the quiet sanctuary-

"OH MY GOSH! HI!!"

"GAH!?"

Many people had turned hearing Sekido's yelp and a woman's voice chirp out loudly. She had literally come out of no where! A blur of green and pink literally bouncing in place startling him into dropping his books and making Aizetsu blink.

"Oh no! I'm so sorry!," she quickly apologized holding up her hands and frowning sadly, "I didn't mean to scare you. I always forget I can be so loud sometimes. Sekido and Aizetsu Hantengu right?" Both had just stared at her, looked at each other unsure, and then Aizetsu turned back opening his mouth but was stopped when she literally grabbed him by the hand smiling again and pulled him forward with surprising strength. "C'mon! I already have a few things planned out for you both!"

She just wouldn't be quiet! If they weren't working on problems then it was a constant stream of chatter directed to both of them. How her day was, asking how their day was, what did they like, her major- It never ended. It was like a whiplash. He wanted to quit then and there..But the looming threat of Fs hanging over his grades made him stop. Admittedly she was annoying but also admittedly she knew a lot of math so it'd be better staying and just ignoring the rest. In one month he was used to it. Wasn't much different than his other two brothers' constant chatter so he was able to drown it out eventually. Aizetsu kept coming even if he didn't really need the tutoring in support and all that...But by the third month he started to get suspicious. 

Why would he keep coming when Aizetsu was an A and B mostly student including in Math?? It made no sense. He already told him countless times before that he didn't want him coming anymore, and unlike their brothers, Aizetsu knew when to back away and respectfully give Sekido his space. Yet every time Sekido showed up to tutoring time Aizetsu was already there present and ready. He was so confused. He never asked on the off chance maybe he was wrong and maybe Aizetsu DID in fact need the extra help, and he never got in the way of Sekido getting tutored so it really wasn't a bother but the confusion was starting to annoy him. At least until the confusion turned into realization. Aizetsu's face turned either a shade of pink or red everytime she spoke to him or touched his hand. And it was only then that it hit Sekido.

Aizetsu. 

Had a CRUSH on their TUTOR.

It shocked him honestly. Unlike their brothers who dated around and himself who went on a few dates, Aizetsu tended to stay away from any relationships but now he was following this girl like a lost puppy. It annoyed him to no end!...But really it wasn't affecting his tutoring and honestly Aizetsu rarely if ever showed interest in anyone romantically so he'd reluctantly let it slide. Within the few months he was there, his grade went up to a D and almost to a C which would be passing enough to him. However Aizetsu still came. He honestly couldn't see why he was. She was nice sure. Always taking time to slowly explain things, bringing food for their long sessions, always talking to them about their day- And he guessed she was pretty. Long hair always in cute bouncing braids, bright emerald eyes, beautiful face- And he supposed her personality was bubbly, kind, cute, maybe a lot oblivious and talkative-...

The double realization a month later ran him over like a truck startling him awake and staring at the ceiling.

".....Oh gods no."

So now here he was, red faced and angry as she guided Aizetsu's hand along with a problem she was explaining. Pretty smile on her face. Both of theirs red. Until he just face planted his into the table with horried annoyance and embarrassment coursing through him.

"Don't be like that, Sekido! I'll show you how to do the next one. Ok?," she happily asked.

"...Yeah. Sure. Whatever." 

Gods help him at this.

[jmdbjk]

Are they or aren't they?

I know I'm not the most jikook-centric blog around here and I don't go on and on about them every time content drops. (Or do I? 🤔)

I am not here to convince anyone of anything. I just say what I think about what I see and that's pretty much all there is to it.

I guess I take it for granted that most see what I see and it’s not necessary for me to point out the obvious all the time.

But for some reason today, I started thinking about Jimin and Jungkook and what they are to each other and how that has manifested itself to us this past year. Even though we see very little of it all, speaking for myself, I still see what I see and its all fine.

A super-long ramble:

The past year's solo era has definitely been an eye-opener for me as far as learning more about ALL the member's individual personalities, of how they work and how they view each other.

As far as Jimin and Jungkook, as time goes on, I don't sense anything that makes me feel whatever they are to each other has diminished at all. If anything, I feel like it is even more intense.

It is not so much what I see between Jimin and Jungkook because dang, there has not been very much to see with them in the same room has there?

But if we aren't seeing them together, I just sound delulu right? I just said I say what think from what I SEE... how can I see anything, you ask?... well...

Hear me out...

I see Jungkook figuring out this new phase himself... he has said in the past he still had some maturing left to do. I think he has shown us plenty of his true self and maturity this past year.

We know all this because he's shared a lot with us via his lives. He's been living his introverted life his way until its his time to get to work.

He likes to cook. He likes to watch TV. He loves to sing. He's keeping up with his boxing training. He has a goofy sense of humor. He's trying to be a normal person and go out in the world and eat at restaurants and attend concerts and hang out with friends. We've seen him being his "rebellious" 25 year old self. We know he has serious stalkers and he is very direct about it. He shows no fear to us.

We know he's most comfortable when he knows we are there with him. Unfortunately we've also seen him suffer through loss and we've seen him working through some feelings that have made him emotional. We've seen quite a bit from JK.

He has spoken to us about serious things and not so serious things. He is very good at phrasing things and expressing things clearly.

Jungkook is figuring it all out.

Kookie has spent a lot of time showing us himself and where he lives. He has had a lot of time to do so.

I see Jimin, on the other hand, has returned to being somewhat more like the Jimin we knew before the pandemic. The perfectionist workaholic. Also a new (to me) layer of sweetness and gratitude that exudes from him no matter where he is, interacting with fans at a radio station, in the audience of a performance, interacting with others in general and during his lives or just walking through the airport, Jimin is thankful for it all. This extra-strength gratitude manifests itself in the way he takes his time to thank just about EVERYONE and how he always seems genuinely surprised to see the outpouring of love.

Earlier last year it was obvious to me (me who pays very close attention to Jimin) that he was not himself. During photoshoots and promotion recordings he was not engaged. His mind was elsewhere. They all looked less than thrilled don't you think?

But since about last October, Jimin has been the happiest I've seen him in AGES during his lives. His music is making him happy. Working is making him happy. He says it at least once during every live: "I am happy."

And the sassy has returned. Jimin is SO HAPPY that we are seeing the re-emergence of a more assertive Jimin during a live broadcast! We haven't really seen this Jimin since... a long time.

This most recent live, I see a Jimin who is doing well and taking control of his life again. A Jimin who knows what is coming and is going to meet it head on.

From what I've seen, I can say that Jimin and Jungkook's time together was most probably curtailed this past year. I think a lot of people agree with that assessment. We infer this because Jimin was working his ass off and therefore he was elsewhere busy with schedules. I think the bulk of this was for his Face album but he was also busy with his new brand ambassador responsibilities. Side note: I saw that Robert Pattinson was getting $12 million dollars for his deal with Dior so I think its safe to say Jimin is getting at least that if not more for his deal. And he also has the Tiffany deal... Jimin is doing very well...

So where does this leave any sort of relationship (whatever it may be) between Jimin and Jungkook? How can they be "together" if that is what they are? Or how can they even be "close"?

JK has made it clear and obvious that he is very thrilled to see Jimin commenting during his lives. We've all seen it. He spontaneously combusts when he would see Jimin commenting.

[When someone commented that Jimin did not come live to tell us the Rainy Day Fight story so Kookie proceeded to spill the tea.]

My opinion from what I see: I think JK started looking for Jimin in the comments after a few times of having him show up there. I think he craved the interaction with Jimin. The knowing that Jimin was aware of him and took the time to acknowledge means something to JK.

And finally it clicked and Kookie realized "wow, turn on notifs and I too can know when JM goes live!" And so he did when Jimin was in the car and JK proceeded to have a full blown conversation while Jimin was on his way home from work.

When Jimin's album release date got closer Jungkook was giving us spoilers of some of Jimin's work via some of the songs on the playlist while doing a live broadcast. We weren't aware those were spoilers until Jimin's album and other songs came out: Muni Long, JVKE, the butterfly hair twisty thingy, playing Letter on the guitar... and then just outright telling us something amazing was coming out at midnight when Set Me Free Pt. 2 dropped.

... something amazing... I'm pretty sure JK knew how much work Jimin put into this first album and what it meant to Jimin to purge some emotional demons that had been plaguing him for some time. I would even say that JK was proud of Jimin and therefore, made sure to hype it up even though we saw that JK had some sort of emotional moment by himself on White Day back in March.

The lives progressed into Jungkook just outright spending either the entire live or big chunks of time totally ignoring Armys and focused solely on Jimin content.

He turns on a live because there is some sort of comfort to him knowing Army is present and then he turns his attention to Jimin...

He does all of that on purpose. Without just saying the words: "I adore Jimin and support him wholeheartedly" he has proven that he feels that way with his actions. He figured out a way to express this even when Jimin was who knows where.

If he didn't want us to think that, he wouldn't have done what he did, would he? Why would he spend so much time focused on Jimin?

We know JK's stopped having a presence on social media except for Weverse. And using just Weverse Live, he's been able to accomplish more visible support for Jimin than any other member has shown for any other member during this solo era.

And if he's doing all of this on Weverse, what else is he doing behind the scenes, in person, with Jimin?

We know they spent time recording Run BTS episodes last year.

We know of at least one instance of JK visiting Jimin while he was working hard.

Having Jungkook's support is probably one of the best feelings for Jimin.

"But Jimin asked JK to visit again and JK said 'no'." And yet JK contradicted himself telling Jimin he'd come to a music show recording but Jimin said it was too late, and that it was ok because JK had already visited him during this dance practice above.

"Jimin said that JK has not cooked ramyeon for him yet." Jimin also said it is off limits, he's eating a high protein diet. JK has also mentioned in the last year that he should be eating less gluten so sounds like they both avoid the type of noodles that are high in carbs and gluten. FYI: "ramen" is technically the Japanese style noodles with a milder flavor and "ramyeon" is the Korean version which is spicier. I have a habit of calling it "ramen" when I mean "ramyeon".

"Jimin doesn't hug JK like he does Hobi." Uh... yeah he does:

And then we have started seeing this pattern... coincidence? Not anymore... of Jungkook coming on live right after Jimin has left the country. And then we get the same thing from Jimin the other day after Jungkook leaves.

My opinion from what I've seen:

These two are very close and have worked out how they deal with separation. They spend time together when they can. When they can't they share things like everyone else does, by texting and phone calling and face timing and all that.

From what I've seen them say during their own lives, I think they spend time together talking about work. I especially think JK has participated in helping Jimin rehearse, practice and just generally hanging out. I think they spend time eating together and watching tv or youtube together.

I think they are fine and are navigating their relationship (whatever it is) very well, regardless of their careers and impending military service, existing as global superstars as well as being normal day-to-day Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin. They are making it work because they've been doing this for at least ten years already.

So, long ramble to say, I will continue to not state the obvious every time we see something, because to me, its obvious everything is going well for them.

[anonymous-rendezvous]

You Comfort Him - 🧡 Mysta

Mysta Rias x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿. ⏌

✧ — Comfort & Care Masterlist | He comforts you 🧡

✦ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, & comfort

✧ — Word count: 921 words | Ao3

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“Mysta, over here! Look at the ducks!” You wave your boyfriend over excitedly, looking back and forth between him and the ducks swimming across the pond. 

“Hold up, I’m coming!” The detective hurries over after paying the vendor, a cup of ice cream in his hand as he rejoins your side. “God, you’re the one who wanted ice cream. Don’t rush me around so much.” He lightly scolds you, passing you the cup.

Taking the frozen treat in your hands, you give him a small embarrassed smile. “Sorry, just the ducks are so cute and I wanted you to see them.” He shakes his head, watching you fondly as you take a spoonful of your dessert and stare out at the pond. It has been quite a while since you and Mysta had hung out like this. He’s usually super busy with detective work or doing business stuff with the boys that you haven’t been out on a date in a while. So when he approached you while you were making breakfast the other day and asked, you were immediately on board – happy to finally spend some time with your cute boyfriend.

Suddenly your expression brightens. “Wait! I think that guy over there is selling stuff to feed the birds!” Before he can even turn to look in the direction you're staring at, you thrust the cup of ice cream back into his gloved hands. “Could you hold this, please? I’ll be right back! Keep an eye on the ducks!”

“Wha–” He stares dumbfoundedly down at the cup in his hands, mouth forming a small ‘o’, before looking in the direction you ran off in. Mysta lets out a drawn-out sigh, but he can’t help the affectionate smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Walking over to the bench nearby, he slumps down on it while keeping his eyes locked on the group of ducks splashing in the water.

It’s only been a few moments, but from the corner of his eye, he notices a guy taking a seat at the other end of the bench. Mysta remains silent, picking up your spoon and swirling it around the cup, taking a bite to make it look like he’s busy and to give himself something to do with his hands. He can feel the guy's eyes on him, and it’s another moment before the stranger decides to try speaking to him. “Hey.”

Mysta side-eyes him for a moment, debating whether he should respond before reluctantly responding, “…Hi.”

“Hi!” The stranger visibly brightens, and scoots a little closer on the bench, causing the brunette to tense up. “I noticed you a little while ago and I just wanted to tell you that I think you're really pretty.”

It takes a lot of self-control to stop his face from scrunching up. “Uh… Okay?”

“It didn’t seem right for someone like you to be sitting all alone, so I wanted to keep you company.”

“I’m not alone.” His fingers start to tap restlessly along the paper cup still clutched between his gloved fingers. “I came here with my partner. They’ll be back in a minute.”

The guy tips his head to the side, eyes remaining locked on him. “Ah, the person that ran off? Well, clearly they’re not a suitable partner, leaving you all alone like this.”

He doesn't even attempt to hide his frustration this time. “Dude. Can you stop?”

“What? I’m not doing anything. I’m just trying to keep you company.”

“I didn’t fucking ask you to?”

“Hey now, there’s no reason to talk to me that way–”

The guy's sentence is cut off as you suddenly come bouncing in front of Mysta. “Hey, babe, I’m back! So it turns out the guy wasn’t selling bird food, but he was nice enough to give me this bag of oats and birdseed.” You don’t even spare the other guy a glance, gently taking one of your boyfriend's hands in your own. “Also, there are way more ducks down that way, so let's head over there, yeah? We can take pictures in front of them!” With no further preamble, the pair of you quickly moves away from the persistent stranger.

Once enough space is put between the pair of you and the stranger, you let out a sigh of relief. Your fingers wiggle in between his and give his hand a reassuring squeeze as you give him a look of concern. “Are you okay?”

He lets out a long breath, the tension finally starting to ease from his shoulders. “Yeah…”

“I’m sorry–”

He squeezes your hand back reassuringly, giving you a small smile. “Don’t. It wasn’t your fault.”

“I’m still sorry. It’s not fun being in those situations.” You say with a shake of your head, slowing your pace to stop. “If there’s anything you need, or want, to feel more comfortable, please let me know. We can head home if you want to?”

Mysta shakes his head, giving your hand another squeeze. “I want to stay here with you.”

“Are you sure? You can change your mind.”

“Mhmm” He hums, nodding in agreement, his chest feeling warm as he takes in your concern. “C’mon, let's go feed those ducks.” With a gentle tug of your hand, he leads the pair of you towards the direction of the older man, who’d given you the bird feed. Peacefully sitting with him as you feed the birds, and chat the day away; content smiles, never leaving your faces as you look at each other.

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