#oh well. what to do. at least now i can buy a heater and just bunker up and save money until the next unicorn apt with

[vicariousresearcher]

Neighbour!141 and how they get your attention.

Neighbour!Price who is constantly offering you help. Sees some furniture boxes at your door and is offering to put it together for you. No? Well surely you need some tools at least, make it all easier. No no he doesn’t mind truly. He doesn’t want you trying to fix everything up with just an allen key now does he?

Shovels your side walk, up to your door even. When you come to him the next day all apologetic and saying that you were just about to do it, seriously he didn’t need to. He just brushes you off saying that ‘birds don’t need to be out doin that.' It‘s okay, he was doing his anyway. 

Listening when you complain about your shitty landlord who has yet to do anything about your faulty water heater. You’re in those shorts he’s only seen through the window, arms crossed and rambling as he thumbs at the valves. 

“It’s a no go bird. You gotta buy a whole new heating element and get it put in dere. If you’re needin to, you can shower at my place till this gets figure’d out ya?”

Neighbour!Kyle who honestly you see more outside of your neighbourhood than in it. You have no clue how but you two always end up in the same place at the same time. 

Grocery shopping? Oh he's here too, it has the best deals on produce! Excursion? Oh he just wanted to see the new exhibit at the aquarium just like you, great minds think alike. Eating something in your favourite cafe during your lunch break? He slides in the seat across from you with a playful smile saying ‘how its nice to see you here neighbour’. 

You don’t even know he slipped a tracker in your purse during one of these bump ins.

That's how it starts. A friendship with a man you apparently have so much in common with. You have to with how much you see him at your favourite places. Even that niche little diner that you love as soon as you mention it he’s finishing off its name and talking about how their sweets are so good.

“What do you mean you haven’t had any? Want me to grab you some next time I go-actually no how about we just go together. I need to see what else you’ve been depriving yourself of. Come on, we’ll go in the evening when it’s nice and quiet so it’ll just be us.”

Neighbour!Johnny who sees the sweet thing living next door and knows he needs to get his hands on you. But he’s smarter than those pretty eyes and dumb grin would let you think. He wants you to come to him. He just needs to prove what a prize he is first. 

So he finds every chance possible to workout outside. 

Deliberately does his stretches for his morning run where you’ll be able to see while you make your coffee for the morning. Absolutely chuffed when he makes eye contact with you while he’s mid shirt pull. The way you go bug eyed when caught ogling has him ready wanting to ask if you liked the show.

Now, god forbid you have a dog. He’s making friends through the fence, coming up to your door offering to take the sweet thing on a walk if you want. Truly he would love to have a running buddy please let him take your pupper out. It becomes normal enough that you don’t even bat an eye when he’s offering to take your baby out when you’re not home. 

“I don’t mind taking my boy out once in a while. His mama’s busy but I’m not. Where’d you say you keep your outside key?”

Neighbour!Simon who quickly learns that he can’t offer to help you round because it comes off as….creepy. He’s the one you think is going to tag you with a tracker or follow you to work. The one that has you holding your keys between your fingers when pulling in at night.

So he takes a different approach. Needy, confused, and helpless. A military man entirely unacquainted with domestic duties.

He’s pathetic in a stuck racoon kind of way. You know you shouldn’t trust him but the way you’ve heard his smoke alarm go off 3 times in the time you’ve been here has you messaging if he wants some of your supper since you made too much. You catch yourself adding far more while cooking just so you have something to drop off to his doorstep. 

You don’t even know how it happened but now you’re in his kitchen teaching him how to make some easy meals with your chicken marinade recipes. Something he won’t burn or over salt. He’s got you rambling away, so blissfully unaware. Safe in his home, so trusting of him now.. He’s made so much improvements with you, no more scurrying away the minute he’s a couple feet away. 

“‘m sorry for needin so much from ya. If there's anything I can do just message me ya? Don’t matter what time, I’ll come. Anything you need.”

[defiledtomb]

waking up feeling like a cinder block & having two meetings & at the end of those get a call to find out that I didn't get the apartment because I had to have been employed for 27 more days than I currently have been. I need to put myself into the washing machine on the carpet cycle. forever. goodbye.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

5 Sylus? 🥺

Glad to see you back!

"Let’s pretend to be presents and get laid under the tree."

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You're tiptoeing precariously on a stool, trying to put the finishing touch, a star, on top on the Christmas tree, when a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

You gasp as your feet leave the stool, then laugh exasperatedly as Sylus holds you steady so that you can place the ornament. "You could have just asked me for help kitten," Sylus chides playfully as you top the tree. He sets you down and you huff.

"I couldn't find you. Besides I had it handled."

"Sure you did. That's why you were tottering so dangerously on that stool, like a baby bird that had never flown before."

You roll your eyes at his words, then turn around to admore your handiwork. The tree looked festive and bright, bringing a touch of holiday cheer into the otherwise monotonous looking mansion.

"Now we just have to get out Christmas shopping done. We can make an evening of it, wrapping them up while drinking some warm cocoa."

"You have it all planned out don't you sweetie?" Sylus pulls you into a warm embrace. "Who are you planning on buying presents for?"

"Luke and Kieran. Mephisto..." You purposefully trail off, watching Sylus quirk an eyebrow.

"And?" he prompts, but you giggle.

"That's all!" you say playfully, waiting to see his response.

However, he wasn't falling for the bait. Instead, he says in amused drawl, "Great! I was running out of storage space for all your thoughtful nothings." His lips curl into a smile at the petulant look that falls on your face.

"Thoughtful nothings?" You ask indignantly. "Fine. I wasn't planning on not getting you a present but it looks like it won't be missed anyway." You turn on your heel to walk away but your arm is yanked back by Sylus almost instantly, and he pulls you firmly against his chest.

"What a grumpy little kitten you are. You need some holiday cheer." His lips dip down to the back of your neck, sending a heated rush down your spine that makes you shiver. You try to maintain a cool facade.

"I'm not grumpy. If you didn't like my gifts you could have just said so."

"I never said I don't like them," Sylus purrs soothingly in your ear, sending another skitter of excitement through you. "I merely said I'm running out of room for them."

"Oh don't get get clever with me." Your facade is already cracking apart, and you let out a sigh as Sylus presses a kiss to the tip of your head. "We'd better get going anyway. Shopping will take at least another two hours or so."

"Are you sure you want to go now? It's snowing quite terribly outside."

You turn to look out the window and sure enough, the sidewalk is obscured by a thick sheet of snow that could easily reach your calves. "Well there goes that," you say dejectedly at the sight.

"Don't be so disheartened kitten. We can have a perfectly good time indoors. Now since it's the lack of presents that gotten you so down," Sylus steers you back towards the decorated Christmas tree, "Let’s pretend to be presents and get laid under the tree."

You choke at his words, laughter welling up your throat. "What?" You see his eyes crinkling good-naturedly as he gestures to the uncovered base of the tree.

"I wasn't joking. The twins are off running an errand. It's just us." His words fall over you and bring a feeling of anticipation in the pit of your stomach. You legs feel like jello as you walk towards him and Sylus gently helps you lay down on the thick carpet, mimicking the motion as his large frame settles next to you. Gathering you in his arms, he lays his lips over yours, capturing them tenderly. The lights twinkle overhead as he gets you out of your clothes, holding still so you can do the same before rolling you on top of him, savoring the skin-on-skin contact of your entire body.

As usual, he's warm like a heater, his heartbeat erratically fast as you press your ear to his chest before crawling over him to steal another kiss. His erection presses against your core and you raise your hips, rocking it between the moist folds of your pussy until the thick mushrooom head brushes against your clit, causing you to arch in delight. A wanton moan falls from your lips as you repeat the motion and Sylus hisses in your ear.

"Yes...that's it kitten...take what you need..." His grip on your waist tightens as he helps guide your motions, dipping the tip into your wet core and then gliding thorough your folds to reach the sensitive little pearl. Tension and heat gathers in your body as you let out a nedey little whine, your movements picking up, your empty channel quivering as you tease yourself on his cock.

Unable to hold back the primal desire building inside you, you wriggle slightly, allowing the engorged head to notch into your opening, slowly pushing down on him, mewling as his thickness splits you open. Sylus fingers are curling into the carpet to maintain some semblance of control but his teeth are gritted and his mucles tense as he waits for you to fully sheathe him.

He lets out a deep, throaty, growl as he finally bottoms out inside you, feeling every intimate squeeze and ripple of your hot walls around his cock. Your hips work undulatingly as you ride, delgihted by the way his body feels inside yours. A gasp leaves your lips as Sylus brings his thumb in between your folds, rubbing little circles on the nub as you continue to rise and fall on his cock.

"Cum and make a mess all over me kitten." Sylus's words echo in some chamber of your brain as your body starts to seek more friction, almost acting instinctively on top of him. The sound of skin slapping on skin fills the room along with your mingling moans and garbled words of praise.

You cry out uninhibitedly as a jolt of pleasure rocks your core, pussy spasming in delight around him as you hurdle over the edge into your climax. At the same time, Sylus, unable to hold back anymore, starts thrusting upwards into your dripping hole, his hands holding your hips possessively as he chases his orgasm.

His lips pull back into a snarl as he finally reaches his own peak, feeling the coil in his abdomen snapping as his cock twitches, spilling his load into your quivering walls.

[regular-lord-reckoner]

hello !!

it is i, back to haunt this tumblr before spoopy season slips away, wooOOoooOOO

anyway, hi there, just thought i'd give a little update on me and what i've been up to.

i'm....ok ?? i guess ??

i feel more like myself, anyway, but still having a hard time most days, especially because i'm pretty sure i can feel myself sliding into burnout again but i'm doing my best !!

i still haven't been back to therapy yet, mostly because i'm trying to decide if i want to attempt to go to at least one more session if nothing else to clear up whatever remaining money i may owe her or if i should just move on. i feel a bit snubbed but at the same time i do still owe her for the work she's done so far and i don't think it's that much left anyway, but i've just kinda had to sit with that, "huh, okay then," feeling for a minute. i dunno, i guess we'll see.

if nothing else i think i'll probably find a new one at some point anyway because i feel like i'd kinda hit a wall with her and especially after her not reaching out to me to reschedule and only giving me the option of calling her to make an appointment (you literally work with all neurodivergent clients and you yourself also are, what are we doing here??) i'm not sure i really trust her anymore so oh well. that's part of it, i guess. you try some and they don't work out, but i do want to try again because i do think it helped so we'll see !

in the mean time, though, i've been keeping busy. lately mostly in preparation for a wedding that took place at my house this past weekend !!

it was for the daughter of someone my mom and i know from work and we've always loved them and their family so with how fucking expensive everything is these days we let them just use our place to get hitched and everything went off perfectly !!

and although i don't know them super duper well, i do think they're going to be a very good couple and their wedding was absolutely beautiful. we have this little clearing in the woods that as soon as you step into it it's almost like you're in another world and especially at this time of year it's really magical with the leaves changing and everything so for weeks leading up to this they've occasionally come out to clear things out and get it set up the way they wanted and it ended up being pretty simple, but still very beautiful.

i also got asked to be the person who fluffed out the bottom of her dress before she walked down the aisle and i also carried the train of her dress so i was actually the only person with her before the ceremony began and i hope i did a good job of calming her nerves beforehand. in any case, she did great, they both did great and it was one of the best weddings i think i've ever been to, so yay !! i hope they live happily ever after and all that !!

although admittedly i am glad the day has now passed so that i can work on some other projects around the house, namely my own shit.

i keep saying i'm gonna tackle my mess and donate some clothes and all that, but then i end up having to clean out the room the water heater's so a repair guy can come in or clean out the laundry room so a repair guy can come in or or or

there's also just me taking on more and more responsibilities now that it's just me and my mom, like yesterday for instance.

we decided instead of us trying to fool with putting the pool cover on ourselves we asked some guys from the place we buy some of our pool stuff from if they'd come out and do it and they said sure so that was all good and well but my mom decided she wanted us to have the water be tested beforehand to see if we need to add anything to it which....i feel like we haven't done in the past but i said i'd do it so i did (or tried to anyway)

wouldn't you fucking know it, the pool store we go to was closed !!! apparently they're closed every wednesday but i didn't realize that until i was at the gas station getting some gas and was going to pull the address up on my gps because i couldn't quite remember where it was so that was....fun

i thought i was going to be smart, though so i pulled up another pool place not too far from there that i remember us going to before so i thought surely i could just take my sample over to them and they'd be able to tell me what i need

well.............. evidently the benefit of going to the place we normally go to would have been that they already have all our information on file, including how many gallons it is, which....y'know, they kinda need to know in order to recommend any sort of treatment

and me being me and notoriously bad at guessing the size of things, i wasn't sure and didn't even want to try to guess because i knew i'd just sound like an idiot so i apologized and was ready to just take my water and leave but the guy was nice enough to still run it and said it looked fine, he just couldn't really recommend anything without knowing the size but that if i did figure it out to call and let them know, well, by that point i would have run out of time so i just thanked him and scurried out of there

and i know it's a silly thing to be upset about, especially with everything going on, but i think the thing that really got to me and made me cry on the way home was that this was a scenario where normally i could have just called my dad

my mom was busy at work and i didn't want to bother her, but like....my dad was retired, chances are he would have been at home, asleep in front of the TV with our dog in his lap. and truthfully, he probably would have just gone to the pool store and handled it so that i wouldn't have to clock out for a few hours which meant i had to work later yesterday just to get all my hours in

it's just been stuff like that, where over and over again i'm realizing, "oh, right....yeah" and i just....miss him. a lot.

especially now because in another turn of events, i uh....i guess my mom's dating now? kinda?

she said it wasn't anything serious and like....that's whatever, it's her life, she deserves to be happy, i just can't help but feel conflicted about the whole thing and have really been trying to sit with it for the past few days.

on the one hand i obviously just want her to be happy and i kind of knew on some level that this would probably happen, that she'd at least try it out and i can't say i blame her, she's pretty much only been in like...two serious relationships all her life, one of them being my dad so i get it. but on the other hand it's just kinda like....so, we're not gonna give therapy a shot? y'know that thing i've been more or less begging you to try for years now? we're just gonna.....hop into a relationship and that'll make it all better?

i dunno. i guess i'm just worried because she's not always the best judge of character and can be easily fooled by people, especially when they really put on the charm and i just don't want her (or me by extension) to end up in some fucked up situation because of some asshole

it's also kind of frustrating to me, too because one of her friends who's egging this on is in one of the most toxic garbage dumps of a relationship i've ever seen and it's just like....that's who you're going to listen to?? someone who, i love very much, but in no way has their shit together and is very much only in this relationship because of that and that's whose example you're gonna follow?? okay !!!

i dunno. i've talked with her about it and have mostly just encouraged her to please be careful, please don't jump into anything too fast and please especially if you're going to do this please, please, please consider also doing therapy. i really don't think any relationship should be a substitute for the work a person needs to do on themselves, no matter how nice it may seem to have another person ~~fix you, it's just.....not possible. trust me, i've been trying to do it for everyone i love my entire life and it's never once worked. maybe i'm just shitty at it or maybe, just maybe, it's just....not possible for another person to reach into someone's head and do that interpersonal work for them. i dunno, call me crazy, but it's just been a wall i've been slamming myself into over and over and over again, especially with her and this is still where it's at so like....you tell me !!

but yeah, that's just really thrown me through a loop lately and admittedly, selfishly, in my private time i've had a few breakdowns about it because on a personal level i'm just....not ready for that.

even if it never gets to that point where i have a ~stepdad or what the fuck ever, i just don't know if i'm ready to see her with someone besides my dad and i'm sure if she does meet someone good who's good to her and really makes her happy i'll suck it up and just cheer them on but like....fuck if it isn't going to kill me inside a little

i dunno, i guess we'll see what happens. i guess also selfishly i'm just dreading the worst because i also feel like all of my life i've watched person after person after person that i love get into a bad situation because of a relationship and i know it's just part of life and maybe if i'd be a little braver it would happen to me as well, but it just sucks and i really don't want her to get hurt because if she was struggling before i can only imagine how much worse it might get if she gets with the wrong person or if it just doesn't turn out well for whatever reason.

ultimately, though, it's pretty much out of my hands. that was one thing i've learned from my own time in therapy is that i really shouldn't make myself be so responsible for other people's shit and not in that shitty twitter way of like, "nobody owes anyone anything!!" or whatever, but like.... i really have spent a good chunk of my life throughout multiple relationships trying to take on other people's stuff for them and i just....can't anymore.

it's not that i don't care, it's not that i don't want to see people succeed and be happy, it's just like i said before, i'm not physically possible of going into anyone else's head and messing around with the wires in there to make them connect in whatever way that will finally make someone else realize that they're loved already and really do mean something to me and to others

i feel like i've done a lot through my actions (and words) to try to convey my love, but beyond that point it's simply just not possible for me to make someone else actually internalize those things and overcome insecurities and hangups. i'll do the best i can, but there are just some thing that aren't possible for me to do and i've about wrung myself completely dry trying

so yeah, that's just some of what's been going on with me lately. just been a lot to process and a lot to deal with and on top of that, i also have two aunts that are in florida right now who i think just got their power back on yesterday so i'm glad for that and i'm glad they're okay but that was also just...kinda of a nightmare time with this past storm

especially because one of my aunts (i'll just call her aunt B and the other one aunt N since they're names start with the same letter), aunt B, initially made it seem like she and her partner were just gonna...y'know, ride out the storm. in their not-at-all-built-for-this-shit garage.

mind you, aunt N, who's been living in florida for the past 30 years and has ridden out every storm up until this point, actually decided to seek shelter further inland at the place she works at so it's like....hey, if she's going to take cover i think you two, who live even closer to the water, should probably like.....not just climb into a boat in your garage and wait for the waves to come get you or what the hell ever the plan was

they also had my mom all upset because B's partner was like, "we'll text you the bank information so you can have access" and shit like that and it's like ????? hey, can we not??? please??

they did end up getting in the storm shelter one of their neighbors has so thank fuck for that, but the cell service at that time was almost non-existent so between these texts were had to wait a long time and were both just losing our shit because we didn't know what was going on and it just...yeah

aunt N also said that when she got back to the neighborhood she had a break down because so many people's places were just destroyed and it was so incredibly devastating.

she thought initially that her roof was gone but it turns out it was the crumpled up remains of one of her neighbor's roofs that had blown onto hers so she's been trying to get them hooked up with some help to fix that

i gotta give it to my aunt N, too, because her work had only extended an offer to her to come seek shelter but she rounded up as many people in her neighborhood as she could, grabbed her cat and they all headed over to wait for Milton to pass

the other element of this is, i think part of the reason aunt B's partner was being that way about everything was because aunt N offered to come get them as well but because she still has a grudge against aunt N (for some shit she started, mind you !!!) she was just...y'know, gonna commit herself and aunt B to dying rather than accept aunt N's help

which just.....alright. fuckin' alright then.

like i said before, everyone please go to therapy. or just....something. because i've seen so many examples of what happens when you don't and you decide to make the world your enemy instead or flip on people who genuinely just want to help and love you and this is where it gets you. pulling stupid stunts like that and putting other people's lives at risk over petty fucking bullshit

and if anything, considering aunt N was the one who was wronged in this situation, i really think it was big of her to even extend that offer in the first place because i know that woman can hold a grudge but even in that instance was she like, "hey, i don't like this person but you're with my sister and i still love her so can we put this shit aside for a minute and just work together so nobody gets hurt?"

and the fact that aunt B's partner STILL hasn't budged is just....wild to me. like ma'am, you put a ransom style note in aunt N's mailbox calling her a cunt (once again over some shit YOU started) and you're really going to be like this?? during a natural disaster?? okay. whatever, man.

i'm just glad everyone's okay and i know aunt B and her partner were thinking about moving back up here anyway so hopefully they'll more seriously consider that instead of just sending my mom on a wild goose chase all over the place looking for perfectly good homes that aunt B's partner will turn down for bullshit reasons like "the yard doesn't have any mature trees" or what the hell ever

i guess we'll see on that, too.

in happier news, though, i get to see my nieces this weekend because one of them's having a little birthday party so that should be fun !!

i'm going to go to bed soon because i actually need to go buy her a present tomorrow as well as take the trash off and get some groceries so hopefully i find her something good !!

oh and they did come out to close the pool today which i'm always sad to see go but by the last few times i had gotten in there i couldn't feel my toes so i guess it's time and i'll have to find some other way to exercise

on the upside, though, i should have more time for other stuff i've been putting off because i'd been spending a lot of time out there just...trying to heal and shit so hopefully soon i'll get back to my puzzles and learning guitar and reading more books and all that jazz

and of course the closer it gets to halloween the better so i hope everyone has a wonderful spoopy season and are trying to find some enjoyment in whatever you can right now, especially if you love fall and hopefully you'll hear from me again before too long <3

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Ufff. What a day!

Mom’s not well. Seriously unwell. Yesterday I read to her for 2 1/2 hrs, but today I didn’t even get to speak to her because she was in so much pain. I am worried sick. Any day I don’t get to tell Mom I love her upsets me anyway, but this is obviously much worse.

For the fourth day in a row my right ear has been making irritating crackly/popping sounds. I’ve had tinnitus as long as I can remember, and I don’t mind that background hum too much. At least it’s steady. This comes and goes. This keeps making me look to see what I’m hearing, like it’s beside me. I go from “Is there a critter back there?” to, “Oh, wait. It’s me!”

I’d gotten up early to go do the shopping, a trip that did two things besides get necessities for the next two weeks.

First, I found out a guy I’ve been friendly with at one of the stores for more than a decade is probably racist. It was a vibe, a body language, a warmth shut down. Up until now I’d not seen him checking anyone out, since he usually was doing the grunt work of moving stuff. He’s always seemed okay with his coworkers, but the telling thing in life is how you treat strangers and those with no power over you. Not shocking for a white dude in the rural south, but depressing.

Second, I used up my money. Like all of it. I weighed buying kerosene for the hot water heater and getting gas for the pickup. I am so sick of boiling water, that I decided the pickup can stay parked for two weeks (after I move that big bookcase between houses.)

Putting the kerosene in the tank when I got home I discovered the work I did the other day had created TWO joints to leak, the settling filter to tilt too much to work properly, and the whole tank to lean too far.

Oh, and I’d forgotten to rebuild the cinderblock steps to reach the pour in hatch. Trying to fix it I squished a finger. It’s purple now. Like entire end of the finger is purple!

And the steps no longer got me high enough, so I needed a ladder.

I discovered that last bit when I spilled a LOT of kerosene. In my face. In my eyes!

My eyes aren’t happy, BTW, and are planning to remind me of this assault for a while.

The kerosene took forever to put in the tank. It shouldn’t take THAT long to go through the screen. That’s because it turned out to be full of junk, that I now hope hasn’t contaminated the tank too much more than it already was after all probably 70 years of non-stop use.

I went to Mom’s house intending to do little. Instead I moved the damn treadmill! It weighs a ton, has only two tiny wheels that barely turn at the front but legs at the back, and was an inch two wide to go where I intended to put it out of the way in the hall. I had to maneuver it out of the bedroom with no swinging room for all the stacks of books, and get it through the door even though the pole saw that I store up the stairs sticks across it. **

Okay, so it’s too big to turn the corners to any of the other down stair rooms, and’s WAY too heavy to carry upstairs (even if I had the space or someone to help me), so I get the brainstorm to move it into the shed. I only have to move everything in the front of the shed…

You know, stuff like the industrial pump and seeming miles of hose my brother got for working on the boat, a spool of rope for the boat that’s waist high, the broken lawnmower, three boxes of damn jelly no one will eat, and that sort of thing.

Then I just had to get it off the porch and across the yard without gashing the steps or wood of the porch, or digging a groove through the grass, or getting stuck, or….

The neighbor dog, the great dane that’s now my buddy came to help. By help I mean he went into the house while the door was blocked open and grabbed things to take away and shred in the front yard. Foam. Paper. Bags…

OMG! Is that the bottom of the lantern I was removing the dead batteries from??? NO!!!! Give it back!!! That isn’t a toy! STOP!!!

Replacing that lantern will cost me $40. If that dog broke it…

And I petted him. Because what does he know.

I “walked” the treadmill across the yard, waddling using the two tiny wheels. The dog ran over as it swung back and forth, and heavy as it was I couldn’t stop the swing. WHACK! Right into his poor head!

He seemed okay, and after a bit of comforting he was back to normal. Well, except now he had discovered a game of trying to leap over the swinging treadmill.

Lifting the front into the shed I hurt my back, though I wasn’t really aware until I was putting everything back in the shed on top of it.

Oh good. Now I just have to disassemble the shelves, haul them around, put the bookcase back together, fill the floor to ceiling bookcase, and then figure out where I can make space for another one.

I realized then something had gone with my ankle brace on the bad foot. I could barely put weight on it.

With the animals fed and the sun set I was ready to flop, when…the two pain in the ass cats stole my seat! Nony and Yow Yow are lovable as heck, or I sure as hell wouldn’t let them in, but GEEZ, I have one single chair to sit in in the shop house, and with the floor collapsed it will stay one. The least they could do is shove over….

Okay, my supper livened them up, even if it was nothing the would want to eat. I went to put them on the porch, and Yow Yow did her usual boneless flop, not even trying to put her feet under her, and letting her wet sack of a body block the door. Nony, being just the opposite, seemed to fly back into the house. This led to him running around the house, playing keep away, and chewing in the cord to the freakin’ space heater! I put him out and…

Yow Yow was back in the chair asleep!!!!

***sigh***

I can’t evict a sleeping cat. So I sit down by her and in seconds she is on top of me. Now I couldn’t reach the computer or my sculpey or go get a drink or… I mean, awwwww, she looks so cozy!

I’m worried, I’m tired, I’m hurting, and I’m grumpy.

And if I don’t get this cat off my lap I’m not going to get the hot water heater lit!

**It’s been “fun” carrying stuff out of that room stepping over the pole saw that’s knee level, unusually backwards because there was no space to turn around after I picked up the storage container. Stupid beloved books!

***I have four bookcases , three of them floor to ceiling metal ones like this, in my bedroom at the shop. But where can I put them in house packed with the contents of three houses? They need to go against a wall, since we are talking maximum filling. And it can’t be a wall that already has furniture against it or where that chimney leaks sometimes or near the heater. I’ve already got bookshelves in front of windows even, with paneling wedged in not to protect the glass like with a sane person, but to shield the books. Too many windows! I need a cave! LOL

[sleepyivoryrose]

COMING IN CHIMI CHANGA HOT!!!

(I am not very creative for greetings today...I am tired and feeling kind of heavy, so yeah...)

It's time for a update!

A life update!

Yesterday was a great day. Today was kinda mid. 5/10 even in the most optimistic of outlooks.

It finally cooled down a little bit! But the air is humid and opressive. At least it's not hot. I can deal with humidity, kind of, just not with heat. (I am a walking heater myself, so I basically incinerate into nothingness everytime there's over 26 degree Celsius.)

Actually, this is probably my computer talking, which I possesed with the last strength of my soul. (If I'm not extra silly today, I feel like crying.)

Not that my soul has very much strength today, considering I feel like I'm carrying it like a business woman her heavy ass purse.

At least they're both priceless. For better or for worse.

--

I went to buy groceries today, since it cooled off. And I found roasted chestnuts! They're of course not as good as fresh, warm ones, but they actually tasted like chestnuts (I expected for them to be absolutely tasteless, since it's summer, and the best chestnuts are harvested in October, I think.) Maybe that's the reason why they were expensive, but the person who acompanied me said, the other nuts were too salty for a healthy diet, so...qwq I love nuts, they're great. And good for brainpower! At least they call it "student food" over here...

---

Back in the day I used to joke that there is no human behind the screen, just a very intelligent hamster. I still pull it off sometimes when the opportunity arises.

Man, I wished I was cute like a hamster. Just shuffling food into your mouth and sleeping the whole day. Then at night, gnaw at the bars to protest like a prisoner with a metal cup in the times of Elvis Presley.

Well, maybe not the last part. I also found it parts amusing, and at times really concerning, how our hamster Lisa climed up the bars to then hang like a monkey from the ceiling bars. Not exactly the climbing...just the falling down with a thud everytime into the ground, since she didn't know how to climb back down.

Actually, that would be a good metaphor for my life. Climbing up, then not knowing how to get the fuck out of my situation and just letting yourself fall with a painful thud.

Hamsters are so funny. They're always feeling like they're getting a heart attack in any second when they're not sleeping, and they got cute, black button eyes.

--

Talking about cute, I hope my friend is alright. She worked very hard for her degree, I hope she recieves it. It would kind of suck if she worked her ass off just to get a giant middlefinger.

---

What else...

...oh yeah! I finally got Cloud Tea in Food Fantasy! I worked hard (aka doing the Airship again...and again...and again...!) since she's normally a Whale Food Soul (Technically...it's a Drink Soul...but that sounds kinda stupid...-squints eyes-) And that after having to start from zero because for some stupid ass reason, I decided to fuse away all my shards, like a dingus, I finally got her. She's...not very useful, considering there are way better Healers than her, but...I got bragging rights. And she's very pretty. (Now I need to get Sweet and Sour Fish, but I can't even manage to win the Tsuchigumo stage, so I can basically kiss their link goodbye...even though their love story is very cute.)

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Annnd it's finally August. Which means- meteorologically speaking, only one month till summer is over. It's sad that I spend my days hiding alone in my room because of the heat, but I don't got friends over here anyways, and most club activities are either for teenagers or for senior citizens.

I remember fondly the days were I used to go picknick with our bikes with my ex best friend and my brother, roleplaying pokemon fights. Then, later, actually making friends in my city and sometimes going to the movies or something. Yes, those were the times.

But I already wrote a shitton for today. Weird, how first I think "I've got nothing to tell!" and then I proceed to talk and talk and talk. I guess my hispanic roots are showing themselves.

Anyways, enough blabbering for today!

See ya later, alligator!

[peaberrymuffin]

Every now and again, I go to a convenience store that's a little out of the way, a bit of a walk from the uptown central. The location means a lot to me. It's right outside of the trailer park where I grew up and when I was younger we would always walk over there any time we wanted. Snacks, video rental, dinner, you name it, it was just a quick walk over there. Nowadays the building is under new management so things like the samosa heater or slushie machine are gone, but the lady behind the counter is very friendly and I like seeing her now and again. They have these surprise bags in stock. Back in the day, they were a dollar and were these waxy paper types, filled with plastic toys and chalky gum and those cigarette stick candies. Obviously not the best stuff ever but I was young and it was a dollar and of course the allure of the surprise bag would always be fun. I tell the lady the same thing all of these years later, how these used to be a dollar, how these used to be paper instead of plastic. Now they're two and a half bucks. But I understand, everything is more expensive now and I like the establishment, I don't mind a little extra for a tiny bit of candy. I bought one a week or two ago, and on this trip just yesterday I bought two. She was helping her daughter learn to read behind the counter and I felt inclined to give her a little more than the two dollars for the Keurig coffee I got. The bag includes Two Rocket sleeves, two PEZ sleeves, three Tootsie Roll Chewies of varying flavours, a carton of Popeye cigarette sticks, five fizzy candies all daisy-chained together, and two Hubba Bubba lollipops; my least favourite, with the gum inside. They even throw in a tiny little plastic toy, this time of a lovely little red lizard. Imagine my surprise and utter dismay when, as it turns out, every single surprise bag has the same stock, even down to the same flavours you're given. My lizard was replaced on subsequent bags with a plastic ring, and in the third, those tacky vampire teeth you hold in your mouth. We live in a cold and heartless world where your surprise bags are actually predictable bags. I didn't expect much for so little money but they can't even be bothered to throw different types of candy into the mix. The company that makes them are affiliated with tons and tons of big brands here in Canada to do distribution and make candy packs for Halloween and all that, but they seriously won't even fill their surprise bags with anything new? Oh well. Suppose I can just, not buy any more. Maybe this is what growing up is like. Learning how much you can cut corners and be deceitful and still pull profits. I wonder if the surprise bags I had growing up were like this, too? It's been so long I can't really remember anymore.

[earthtooz]

𝗕𝗔𝗕𝗬 𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 !

in which: nagi doesn't want you to leave, not when it's cold outside.

warnings: fluff! clingy!nagi, based off the song but i tried to make it less creepy and more endearing...??? kissing, teasing each other as one does, gn!reader, 1k+ words

a/n: oh my god this nagi day actually drained the living daylights out of me. scraped this together and it's UNEDITED! take this, this is all that i have and all that i am.

˗ˏˋ XMAS MASTERLIST ´ˎ˗

As the credits of the movie roll down the screen, you finally gaze down at Nagi who’s spread on top of your body, happily napping with his ear over your sternum. A sense of reluctancy tugs at your chest knowing that you’ll have to wake him up and leave but you have somewhere to be tomorrow morning so you prefer to get home now rather than later.

“Hey, Seishiro,” you whisper, rocking him back and forth on the shoulder, hoping that the sensation might stir him from his sleep rather than the weather reporter of the TV Channel you were currently watching. 

Thankfully, it does and you’re greeted with a pair of grey, sleepy irises, with sleep lines still evident on his face from your shirt. “What’s up?” he asks, looking around. “Oh the movie’s ended already?”

“I need to leave.”

That causes him to wake up pretty easily as his eyes widen a little in alarm. “What? No, why?” He whines, a pout forming on his lips.

“I have somewhere to be in the morning and I need to wake up early.”

“Why can’t you stay the night?” 

“It’s further away if I go from yours. It’s harder to get to with public transport and there's no parking.”

“I can drop you off.”

“Sei, no, don’t be ridiculous. It’s earlier than when you normally wake up.”

“I wake up at 12, everything is earlier than when I wake up, but I’ll do it for you.”

You smile sheepishly at him, unable to resist running your hands through his hair gently because of his last statement, but when Nagi closes his eyes once more, you come to realisation that you probably shouldn’t give in so easily.

“No- Nagi, it’s okay,” you insist, trying to sit up with your boyfriend still splayed on top of you, an action that rewards you with a grunt of protest as he sits back on his knees that were on either side of your legs. Even though you were still trapped by him, at least you could now breathe without him weighing down on your lungs. “You don’t need to drop me off, you should rest up and be on your A-Game for practice.”

“I’m always on my A-Game,” he grumbles unhappily, shuffling off you to sit properly on the couch. “You don’t need to worry about me, pretty.”

“You make it hard for me not to,” you retort before standing up, stretching the ache out of your limbs whilst Nagi stares at you from his position, not happy with the idea of letting you leave for the night.

“It’s not me you need to worry about if you leave,” begins Nagi as he stands to his full height, immediately closing the gap to slouch over your back. He gestures to the falling snow outside the window of his apartment and how frost has freezed the corners of his window. “It’s cold outside.”

“Doesn’t matter, won’t bother me too much.”

That only causes him to hold you tighter, pulling you into his chest. “But you’ll catch a cold.” 

“I have enough warm clothes, besides, I can borrow some of yours if you don’t mind.”

The colourless-haired boy groans at your evasion before grabbing your hands successfully and encasing them with his. You didn’t realise how cold your hands were before his warmer ones held them, mixed with the delicious warmth radiating from him on your back, it felt like a heater was draped over you, but you knew all too well what Nagi Seishiro was trying to do. 

“Why can’t you stay just a little longer?” He pleads, rubbing circles near your wrists. “We can watch an episode of that show you really like-”

“No, Nagi,” you say sternly but gently. “We’ll end up watching the whole season and even though I’d love to, tonight is not the night.”

“How about some hot chocolate? Or tea? I went out to buy some packets of your favourite.”

Turning around in his grip, you resist the urge to pinch his cheeks because of how adorable he is. “You’re insistent tonight,” you tell him, placing a kiss on his nose that has him scrunching it, a faint smile making its way onto his expression. “Guess you just like me too much.”

“You don’t like me enough if you don’t want to stay the night,” he grumbles.

“Oh no, you’ve figured me out.” 

“Fine, leave me. See if I care,” Nagi huffs, glaring at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

The image of a 6’3 grown man pouting at you was too entertaining to not giggle at. “Perfect. Well, I’m gonna go home now so see you later, babe.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it, don’t actually leave. It’s cold outside.”

“I can see that.”

“So why are you still leaving when my apartment is so much warmer and nicer?” Every step you take away from Nagi seems to be fruitless, especially as he uses his longer stride length to round around you, blocking you from the door. “Just stay a little longer, but staying the night would be better.”

You huff, willing your resolve to not crack, especially when he’s looking at you with doe eyes. Trying to manoeuvre around him, your attempts are blocked when the soccer player wraps you up in his embrace, pulling you into his familiar figure once more. You can’t help but laugh when you clumsily stumble into him.

Honestly the idea of Nagi driving you tomorrow morning instead of taking commute was way more ideal but you felt bad and the prospect of bothering your athlete boyfriend from his usual routine made you feel a little guilty. However, as he looks at you with such earnest yearning, it’s progressively getting harder to say no to his demands. 

“Fine,” Nagi surrenders. “If you won’t stay the night can I at least get some proper goodbye kisses? In case you catch pneumonia and I won’t be able to see you for a week.” 

Laughing once more at his silliness, you nod as a way of expressing consent. You could nullify his persistence with kisses at least. Cupping his cheeks, you lean in to press a kiss to his lips, one that has him completely melting against you as one of his hands snake up to the back of your neck. He tries to mould himself completely into you, even when you pull away to signal the end of the kiss, distancing yourself before Nagi can invade you completely.

“Not yet,” he murmurs before drawing you in one more time. 

Sensing where this is going, you lead him to the couch, an action that Nagi immediately understood and guided you to the piece of furniture better than you could have ever. He didn’t even need to see where he was going either, truly, a genius.

Then, a weather report breaks the tranquillity of the apartment.

“It has been advised by the government that locals do not leave their home as blizzards are starting to pick up with conditions remaining this way until morning-”

You can feel Nagi’s shit-eating grin before you see it and when you turn to look him in the eye, you know that you’ve lost, giving in when he lunges himself at you to splay all over your body now.

“Baby it’s cold outside,” he mutters.

“Looks like I’m staying the night.”

“How unfortunate.”

[hiraya-rawr]

When you're on your period

synopsis !! them on your blood week

note 01 !! writing this half drunk? ish will edits later

note 02 !! I tried editing it a bit but turns out, half drunk me can actually write pretty well!

characters !! diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, thoma

cw !! stereotypical period talk, afab reader

Diluc

Despite growing up in an all male household, I'm pretty sure Adeline and the other maids force fed him all he needed to know about how to treat a lady right on her period.

Not to be stereotypical, but he knows better than to be a spoiled brat around his childhood nannies when they were on their red weeks. That would've earned him an ear pinch and Crepus would've sided with the maids as well.

At least their efforts paid in full. Now they have the perfect gentleman and ideal bachelor for a master, except that he's a little antisocial...

Luckily, he somehow got you! Now he's in the early stages of your relationship and you're experiencing a particularly terrible period day.

We all know he's a walking heater. Just grab his big hand and place it over your abdomen! Voila! A heating pad.

It would be cute if you do it randomly too, like out in the day or in the tavern when your cramps hit and you just need a hot compress. He'll get a little flustered and confused until he realizes 'oh. i should activate my pyro.'

"Can I... take my hand back now? I have a bartending shift..."

"No."

Overall, man is happy to be a pyro allogene if it proves to be useful for you. Pyro can be so destructive, but for you to seek its comfort is so <3

On the occasion that he is clueless, though, he'd rush to Adeline for some advice, only to be crowded around by maids bombarding him with information on how to treat you.

Just imagine Diluc sitting in the kitchen surrounded by young maids and he's trying to mentally list everything but archons, they're lowkey intimidating him like a kid cornered by bullies — what are pad sizes and how is he supposed to know whether you need cold food or hot food?

Couldn't decide on a chocolate you like so he buys off two of every flavor.

Same goes with every other craving you have. If you so look at something, he buys it to appease you.

Kaeya

Like Diluc, he grew up being taught by the maids but as an adult, he has a more hands-on experience with people on their red days.

Most of his acquaintances in the knights order are women after all; Jean, Lisa, Amber, Eula... He's learned to help them through their bad days, even filling in their roles when the cramps get too much!

Despite that, I think his most reliable rule when dealing with periods would be to let you rest. Maybe because it's what he tells the knights under him whenever they ask to be excused.

"Oh? Dysmenorrhea? Head to the infirmary for some rest, you're excused for the day."

He'll buy you take out after a long day though! It'll be your favorite too.

He also likes slipping in bed to cuddle, hands gentle massaging any sore muscles with a gentle cool temperature.

If you're experiencing mood swings, he's the type to go along with you.

Oh? You're crying because... the cake he brought you is too cute? Alright... Kaeya understands. He nods along and agrees with you.

Childe

To my knowledge, he's the middle child with two sisters so he definitely knows what he's doing. Although he isn't home as often, his mama taught him well!

Like Kaeya, he probably also has his fair share of agents excusing themselves over their period or cramps.

Unlike Kaeya though, he doesn't rely on "go and rest" as the ultimatum. Childe treats you more like a child on your period, coddling uou and making sure you can handle yourself.

You have to reassure him that you're not exactly a sick kid 🤨 like... you can feed yourself. it's fine.

Probably tries to entertain you, "You can play with this toy while waiting for dinner. Or would you like to read a book instead?"

"Childe... I'm on my period, not regressing."

Childe would be the type to cook a great meal from scratch, most of it being sick people food like chicken soup (again, treating you like a little sibling).

Just allow yourself to be coddled like a child, being a big brother figure is his expertise I guess.

Zhongli

Honestly one of the best in dealing with you on your period. From your mood swings to your cramps, he's got it all covered.

Uses his excellent memory to predict your next period better than you can. Sometimes, you get surprised he's showing up with chocolates or a hot meal not knowing it's almost your period already.

Knows all the best tea and can personally make dysmenorrhea medicine from scratch. He has this little herb garden for you too!

He's amazing but modern period practices are kind of lost on him. Please, Liyue has come so far when it comes to personal care, back then, people used clean rags.

There are pad sizes and weights now? Cottony soft? Wings? Dry pads? Disposables? He's a little worried and tries to choose the safest option to his best knowledge.

Probably asks the store clerk or a nearby lady just to be sure he's got the right one for you.

Period shopping isn't his forte, but once he's got the grasp of it, expect him to show up every start of your period with everything you need! (paid by someone else, of course)

He has the tendency to treat you like a sick child as well. Maybe because of how fragile and weak mortals seem to him.

Thoma

He's an amazing housekeeper and caretaker, but he probably doesn't have a lot of personal experience dealing with periods.

I can imagine him learning to deal with Ayaka's red days first. There are usually maids for that, but sometimes the responsibility falls on him as a dear friend!

Back then, Thoma wasn't as aware but when people started welcoming him more as a foreigner, I can definitely see the other houseworkers talking kitchen gossip with him about their periods. He's just so polite and understanding about the topic, their gossip turns to advice giving when he genuinely asks for tips!

Like Diluc, he's your portable hot compress. Just grab his hand on a particularly bad day to feel warmth!

Also like Diluc, he gets crowded by the housewives and young maids telling him everything he needs to know if he ever asks for help.

Rather than caring for you though, I think he just continues to act like a house maid.

Especially if he's in your house; he'll cook and clean for you even though you're reminding him that it's just a bad cramp day.

Thoma cooks for you. I think this one's obvious.

navigation

as someone who gets rly bad cramps, I may or may not make a more comprehensive fic about them caring for particularly bad dysmenorrhea

[atsumiye]

"oh, tsum! the ice cream you like is on sale today." you slide open the small freezer door and pull out a carton of fudge brownie ice cream. you smile down at it as your remember the day atsumu spent 45 minutes explaining why this was the best flavor of ice cream he has ever tasted in his life during an argument with osamu.

"well we gotta buy it now, dont ya think?" he grabs the carton out of your hand, letting his fingers brush against yours. and despite the cold temperature in the building, your face heats up. you just hope he isn’t able to tell.

“cmon y/n, ill even pay for it." he grins wide at you, and you cant help but do the same back.

after paying and running back to his car to avoid the downpour of rain, you both jump into the car giggling, "we didnt need to steal some plastic spoons from the ice cream shop you know, we could have just asked." you hold your stomach, trying to ease the pain from how hard you were both laughing when atsumu tried to distract the cashier long enough for you to grab two mini spoons.

he turns the keys in the ignition, laughing with you, "what if they woulda said no?"

"we could just buy some at the store."

"and what if they ran out completley?"

"we go to another store? do you really think every single store in the city would have been out of spoons?" he nods quickly, "ya never know y/n." you huff and shake your head at his words. you pull the seatbelt across your chest before looking over at him.

"where do we go now? we can stop by my place and eat it there or-"

"nah, i got a perfect place in mind."

you hesitate before whispering out a small “...okay”. he checks that you are buckled in then backs out of the parking spot. and after a 10 minute drive he pulls up to a viewpoint.

there is a small cliff blocked by metal bars, with tons of lights from the city below shining. you lean forward in your seat to look at the view, admiring how small everything looked from up here. until you make the horrible mistake of turning to your left. an image you will never be able to forget.

two teenagers aggressively making out in their car.

"atsumu." you turn to face him, only for his eyes to already be on you. "did you bring me to a makeout spot?"

he gives you a guilty smile, "no! well yes, but i brought ya here because its pretty! look at the view!" he gestures in front of you both, before attempting to change the topic by opening the ice cream and handing you a spoon.

"i mean, the point was to eat ice cream with a pretty view but if ya wanted to make out too-"

"shut up and eat."

at least now you can blame the heat of your cheeks on the heater in the car.

[butwhyduh]

Fit to be Tied

Jason Todd x reader

Warning: Christmas? And the f word.

Christmas series 2

Jason didn’t pay much attention to holidays. Nope. That was for the living. He didn’t have much of need for it. But he did know that Christmas was quiet and New Years was busy for patrol. He guessed everyone ate Christmas dinner and and then got bored of playing nice. Or maybe that just wanted to start the new year with a big ass bang. Who knows?

Even when he was a kid, he didn’t celebrate the holidays. Too poor, mom too lost in drugs, and dad? Well fuck him. He was a piece of shit when he was around.

Jason kicked a beer can out of his way into the pile of trash on the sidewalk. They didn’t get the trash again this week it looked like. Daddy Bruce could play bat but couldn’t throw his money around enough to keep trash from piling on the street.

It was fine. He had more important things to do anyways. He had to buy a Christmas present. He didn’t care for the holidays but the sweet girl he had at home was a doll and fuck, if she didn’t deserve something. So Jason went down to the local pawn shop. Usually not a problem but it was 2 AM. Not exactly prime business hours.

So yes, Red Hood was breaking into a pawn shop to get a bracelet. He was leaving cash, $20 over the cost too. It was something you had seen earlier in the week and had admired. Gems of some kind shaped to look like a butterfly. You’d taken a minute longer to stare at it.

He left as quick as he came. And it wasn’t long until he was opening the window of your apartment dressed in street clothes. You were asleep. Jason had used the excuse of patrol to get out. But in the early morning hours of Christmas, he wanted to wake you.

“Princess,” he said gently. You moved a little before opening your eyes. You smiled up at him. Fuck, he didn’t deserve the way you looked at him. Your eyes looked so innocent and sweet. You never looked at him like he scared you.

“Jaybird, what’s going on?”

“I got you something for Christmas and it’s technically Christmas..” he said pulling out the box. You sat up, curious.

“It’s Christmas Eve. You got me something? I didn’t think we were- I didn’t get anything. I couldn’t-“ you said turning red. Money was too tight to consider it. The fact that the heat was still on this late in the month was a Christmas miracle.

“No no. It’s fine. Just being here is enough for me. I’ve never really celebrated Christmas anyways,” Jason said pushing the box in your hand. You held the box before kissing him.

You opened the box to see the bracelet you had been looking at the pawn shop. You smiled and stared at the pretty little butterfly. Jason watched you carefully for a reaction. He’d never admit it but he was more nervous now than fighting on the street.

“You saw me looking at it. I didn’t think you’d notice,” you murmured softly as you picked it up. Jason took it and wrapped it around your wrist. He clasped it on and you looked at it, moving your wrist in the light.

“Thank you. It’s beautiful,” you said quietly looking at it. You had a little grin on your face. Jason smiled. That’s the look he wanted. That little bit of happiness that you showed when you were really pleased. He intertwined his fingers in yours.

“Princess, you’re so cold,” Jason said with a frown. He could feel it colder outside but now that he was getting used to the temperature, it wasn’t warm as it should be.

“The heater was acting up again so I turned it down. The blankets are plenty warm,” you said and his heart all but broke. There was no way he was going to let you be cold all winter because the landlord wouldn’t fix things. He might pay this guy a visit. You sensed his anger.

“It’s okay, Jay. Come lay with me and get warm,” you said taking his hands. He let you pull him into bed. He kicked off his pants and shoes and laid on his side. You curled into him as a little spoon. His long big frame all but engulfed you. It always felt to protective. If he was holding you, he knew you were safe. Jason ran his fingers along your bracelet soft as his rough fingers could.

“You’re so good to me,” you said softly and his heart clenched again. Fuck, if you knew all the bad he did. His messed up past. He thought you would have run away when you first learned he was Red Hood but no, you had been kind.

“Naw, Princess you deserve more then this shitty place,” he said, and for the first time, he felt a little bad about giving all of his trust fund to the soup kitchen he would visit as a kid. A little would have been nice to get a better place for you. But he had been making a ton crushing the drug trade at the time and didn’t have a girl back home when he did it. He couldn’t be as reckless now.

You turned in his arms to look in his blue eyes. He has such an intense look on his face that you frowned. “Jaybird, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said pulling his face back to normal. “Just thinking. I wanna move you to a better place, a safer place than this,” he said running his thumb across your cheeks. You grasped his wrist and leaned into his touch. Jason would sometimes get like that. Thinking you deserved better. And you humored him even though you wouldn’t even know what to do with wealth.

“We’re moving. Soon. I’m promising now,” he said thinking about the painful conversation he was going to have with Bruce. His adoptive father he hadn’t even told you about. Bruce would do just about anything Jason asked. Probably the guilt of letting him die.

“But Jay, we’d miss the water that went from boiling to freezing at random. And I’m not sure if I can sleep without Mr and Mrs Jancowski having sex every Tuesday at 2 AM,” you said with a smile. He kissed you to shut you up. You were joking but each one felt like a little knife in his guilt. You pulled him over you and the thought of money troubles faded from your mind.

———————————————

Jason woke before you and watched you sleep. You laid on his chest with your hand in his hair and your soft breath on his throat. The bracelet was still on your wrist. You looked so peaceful, trusted him while you slept. Jason carefully grabbed his phone and texted Alfred. He’d also have to tell you about his adoptive family. His very famous adoptive family.

He threaded his fingers in your hand that was flung across his waist. You began to stir. Jason moved hair from your face and you blinked to see his pale blue eyes watching you.

“Morning, Princess,” he said with a rough morning voice. You smiled.

“Morning, Jaybird.”

“I’ve got something to tell you,” he started. “I want you to meet my family tonight.”

“Tonight? Your family? I thought your parents...” you trailed off.

“I was adopted. I never told you because I don’t have the best relationship with them. But I think it’s time for you to meet them. I’ve got to tell you something else,” he said and you could hear his heart beat quicker as you laid on him.

“My adoptive father is Bruce Wayne.”

Silence.

“You’re shitting me.”

“Nope. And tonight I’m taking you to meet him. And my adoptive siblings.”

“You aren’t joking,” you said sitting up. Jason sat up too.

“I’m not. I’m kinda the... black sheep of the family. He adopted me when I was 12. I was trying to boost the wheels from the b- Bentley he was driving,” Jason corrected. It was one thing to tell you he was Red Hood. He couldn’t say Bruce Wayne was Batman.

“Wow. I- wow. Okay. That’s a lot to take in. Also on brand to be honest,” you said and he smiled and shrugged.

“Wait. What the fuck do you wear to the freaking Wayne manor for Christmas Eve?” You said a little panicky.

“Whatever you want. It’s just family,” he said with a sideways smile.

“Oh no. I can’t go to freaking Wayne Manor in a Kmart sweater,” you said quickly.

“You can wear,” he said hopping out of bed. He dug way in the back of his closet for a pretty red sweater that was slightly oversized. “This. Should fit fine. Pretty expensive too.”

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“I’ve had it for year and it definitely doesn’t fit now,” Jason said with a laugh. “Try it on.”

—————————————

The weather sucked. Freaking sleet that threatened everything it touched. You were grateful it wasn’t a night of Jason patrolling. This meant taking your car instead of Jason’s motorcycle. Your car was at least 15 years old and you called it Frankenstein because of all the repairs done over the years.

The radio skipped as Jason drove over a speed bump by Wayne Manor and you burst out laughing. Jason looked at you from the side.

“It’s not that funny,” he said. “What’s up?”

“My car is trash, I’m wearing your old sweater, and we’re late. If you weren’t the black sheep before, bringing me home, you will be now,” you said. He grabbed your hand and parked in front of a random house.

“I’ve been the black sheep since I was a kid and you aren’t going to change any thing for the worse. Trust me. In fact they’ll probably think you’re too good for me,” Jason said with a dry chuckle. “So don’t worry about anything. Except making room for pudding. I know it sounds weird,” he said starting to drive again. “But it’s the best part of Christmas.”

Wayne Manor was huge. You knew that. You’d even seen it on tv. But to see it in front of you was honestly terrifying, especially in the nasty weather. You almost hoped Jason was playing some weird elaborate joke and was going to drive on by but he knew the passcode to the gate. He drove in the covered drop off spot by the front door and parked. You both quickly ran in the building.

The front entry was breathtaking. A gigantic Christmas tree and a full staircase decked out in garland like a Hallmark movie. It was like a magazine. In fact, it was in the Christmas episode of Gotham Life the year before.

You gripped Jason’s hand tightly as you walked down the hall. Your shoes sounded unnaturally loud and you had the urge to quiet them like it was a library. Jason pulled you to the doorway of a dinning room full of people settling to eat. Jadon cleared his throat.

“Master Jason! You made it,” Alfred said excitedly. “I recieved your message but it’s been many years. Sit. Sit.”

“Glad you could come,” Jason’s brother Dick said with a grin. He looked at you in curious excitement. You looked down at some kind of mushroom soup placed in front of you. Everyone else was dressed so nicely and ate so perfectly. It was intimidating.

“Yeah, it’s Christmas,” Jason said shrugging. He gave Dick a look that said don’t ask. It didn’t take much for Dick to drop it because he seemed incredibly distracted. You spent most of the meal trying to keep up on conversations you clearly didn’t understand while trying food you’ve never seen before. You could barely remember everyone you were introduced to. One of Jason’s sister(s?) gave you a big hug along with everyone else when she arrived. You couldn’t tell anyone what was even said after the meal. Or so you thought.

Until right across from you, Dick proposes to his girlfriend. He stuttered around before finally asking. “Will you marry me? Oh god, I have a ring,” he said producing one. Everyone watched as she stared in the box.

“Will I marry you?” She asked faintly and you worried she’d say no. How terrible would it be??

“Please say something,” he pleaded and you could tell the man was practically in pain before she said yes. They kissed, the family applauded, and champagne was served.

Jason watched you from the corner of his eyes. How did you react to this? What did you think? You didn’t look jealous or anything. It made Jason think of marriage. He hadn’t before. He’d thought about moving into something more permanent but marriage. He’d never thought about marriage as his future, ever. Of course when you die at 16 and come back with a vengeance, love is low on the priority list.

“Jaybird, you there,” you asked slightly tapping his shoulder. He blinked and looked at you.

“Yeah, I’m here. Just in my head,” he said and you nodded. He’d do that sometimes.

“The party is moving to the parlor,” you said quietly in a proper rich Gothamite voice and Jason huffed before covering his smiling mouth with a nose rub. The rest of the group was moving ahead of you. Dick and his new fiancé were retiring for the night.

“I’m never going to hear the end of it, am I?”

“I’m so sorry, dearest. I can’t understand you with a silver spoon in your mouth,” you laughed. Jason rolled his eyes before guiding your shoulders towards the door. You heard a soft laugh behind you and you turned to see Tim’s girlfriend smiling.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’ve got to use that on Tim,” she said grabbing her coat and walking out.

After making sure you were cool with hanging with Tim’s girlfriend and their adoptive sister Cass, Jason and Tim started a very competitive game of pool. You couldn’t help but look at things that cost more than you’ve ever even seen. The chess set Damian and his girlfriend were playing with probably cost more than your car.

But it was Christmas and you tried to push your insecurities aside. It was a fun evening. A glass of wine you kept sipping on helped as well.

After a while Bruce announced that the roads were too bad and that no one was leaving. Jason clenched his jaw for a second before looking at you and relaxing. He didn’t want to stay but he wasn’t risking your health in any way. Instead he focused on the game.

“So if I win,” Jason said a full hour later. By this time, Damian’s girlfriend had fallen asleep on his shoulder. Your eyes felt a little heavy as well. “I get the penthouse.”

“Sure Jay. That’s Bruce’s. But I’m willing to gamble it,” Tim said throwing his hands up at the ridiculousness.

“I accept terms,” Bruce said. Both boys looked at him surprised. “Whoever wins gets the penthouse.”

You turned quickly to watch the game. Okay, is that a normal thing for them? To bet property. The look on everyone’s face said that no it wasn’t normal.

Jason was excellent at pool. It was a common for you both to go down to the pool hall and play some games. Jason would occasionally make some money playing and he did often as a kid. It was also a way to waste time when your mom was throwing beers back like a fish, like Jason’s mother did. Tim didn’t stand a chance. He wasn’t as good and looked almost like he was in pain occasionally. But maybe it wasn’t a real competition? Maybe Bruce was trying to give Jason something he’d always want to but didn’t know how. Jason easily won the game.

“So the penthouse is mine?” Jason asked. Bruce nodded and shrugged. Tim softly coughed in his hand. Your heart raced. They couldn’t be serious.

“If you’ll live in it,” Bruce said. Damian was carefully carrying his girlfriend upstairs.

“Deal,” Jason says quickly.

“Deal,” Bruce said looking quiet pleased. Was this his plan all along?

“I guess, deal?” Tim said confused. “Though you should owe me. You’re the one that got me shot.”

Your brain broke. He was shot? And it was Jason’s fault?

“What?! You got him shot?” Tim’s girlfriend asked loudly. Tim blanched.

“Not my fault.”

“Literally your fault,” Tim countered.

“What did you do?” You asked looking at him suspiciously. He offered you a sheepish smile.

“I might have said ‘what are you gonna do, shoot us?’ I meant me. Not Tim! He also has a bulletproof suit,” Jason said. Tim must be a vigilante too. You glared at Jason.

“That’s not in the report,” Bruce said with his eyes narrowing.

“Good night everybody. Merry Christmas,” Jason said pulling you from the room and up to his childhood room.

“You’re in so much trouble,” you said and he grinned.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow. How do you feel about a penthouse? Better than our current place hu?” Jason said pulling you close. You felt dizzy at the idea.

“Seriously? We can’t afford it,” you said trying to stay grounded. It was too good to be true. Things like that didn’t happen to people like you.

“I think I know a guy who can keep the lights on,” he joked and you gave him a serious look. “Don’t worry about it. Just enjoy the idea of constant hot water. Lights never going off,” Jason said pushing you towards the bed. “No one can hear me make you scream.”

“Tempting. Very tempting,” you said and of fucking course it was. A safe beautiful clean penthouse over your trashy scary apartment wasn’t even a contest. Jason pushed you on the bed and hovered over you.

“What are you doing,” you asked flushed but still encouraging him. It was still his dad’s house and he was getting handsy.

“Trying to have sex with my girlfriend on my old bed like every guy ever has dreamed of,” Jason said. He nipped at your throat. You gasped.

“Got to be quiet, Princess,” he whispered and you pulled him down to kiss more.

————————————

The next morning you woke to an empty bed. You fixed your hair as best you could and threw on Jason’s sweatshirt before going downstairs. You caught a glimpse of the kitchen as Bruce slowly slid a set of keys Jason’s way before taking a long drink from his coffee. “I’m glad you made home for Christmas this year, Jason.” The penthouse.

“Morning,” Bruce said to you nodding before leaving the room. Jason was alone in the kitchen but you could hear others in the breakfast nook a door over.

“Keys,” Jason said showing you. “And no lecture.”

You gave him a hug and looked at the shiny metal keys. It would be a while before you could handle the idea of a freaking penthouse being yours. “But you should get something for Tim. You did get him shot.”

“Let him shoot me?”

“Jason, no.”

[scented-morker]

Werewolf!Jeno x vampire!fem!reader, 2.7k words, lots of bad vampire and werewolf jokes , Jeno and mc are really dumb :)

You and Jeno are experts at communication, everything in your relationship has always been laid out in the open. Secrets simply do not exist between the two of you, because of your mature relationship of course, not at all because the two of you are horrible liars. Except that each of you is hiding a VERY big secret from the other.

Jeno was not a liar.

Correction, Jeno was not a frequent liar. Correction number two, Jeno was not a good or frequent liar.

However, there are some things you just can’t say to your girlfriend.

“Hi baby, I’m here! Also I’m a werewolf so there’s that, don't hit me up next full moon if you know what I’m saying haha.”

Yeah, not going to happen.

Besides, after witnessing his best friend Jaemin’s many failed relationships, he figured if his “furry little problem” was the only thing he was keeping from you, he was doing pretty good.

He shakes the thoughts out of his head, checking the moon phase calendar on his wall, groaning when he sees the full moon approaching- set for the same day you had planned a date.

He makes a mental note to talk to you and reschedule the date, even though it hurts his heart to have to cancel on you.

Thankfully, you were the World's Most Understanding Girlfriend.

Mostly because whenever Jeno cancelled on you it gave you the freedom to do your “womanly things”, as you and Jeno called them, out in the open.

That is, if staring into an empty mirror while sipping squirrel blood out of wine glass was inherently female.

Because, as it turns out, you were also hiding something of your own.

While Jeno turned into a monster once a month, you were a full time bloodsucker. A less technical way to reference the demonic disease that had plagued your family for generations.

Frankly, it sucked, pun intended.

Sure, it wasn’t as bad as the movies made it seem, you could go out in the sunlight fine (no you did not sparkle) even if you got sunburnt easier than any other person on earth.

And sure, your body temperature ran cold, but that wasn’t an issue when your lovely boyfriend Jeno was a human heater and was always happy to warm you up with one of his hoodies or one of the many pairs of thick socks he was constantly buying for you.

“Baby I’m going to have to reschedule our date, I’m so sorry, I have to uh babysit?”

“Why’d you say it like a question?” you laugh.

“That’s the dread of realizing I have to stay up with my little cousin all day instead of spending time with my beautiful girlfriend.”

You can hear his pout through the phone, and you can’t help but break into a big cheesy smile.

“But you’re still coming over tonight right? I already planned dinner”

“You ordered our takeout three hours early?” he teased.

“Oh shut up, I promise it’s going to be good this time!”

An unfortunate side effect of not needing to eat real food to survive meant your cooking skills were subpar to say the least (read: if Jeno’s issue didn’t make raw meat a staple of his diet, he would have ended up a frequent victim of food poisoning).

You were woken from your comfortable nap on Jeno’s couch to the scent of a savory dinner being cooked in the next room, your mouth almost salivating at the thought of your boyfriend’s cooking. Sure, you didn’t need to eat, but food just tasted so good!

You stumble into the kitchen, wrapping your arms around Jeno’s muscular torso.

He only jumped for a second before sending you a devastatingly cute eye smile. He had gotten mostly used to you sneaking up on him, something about the way you always moved so quietly unnerved him at first, but he now just accepts the way he sometimes jumps out of his skin when you hug him.

“You always wake up when there’s food,” he observes, turning around to hug you back, his body heat seeping in through your hoodie.

“You know me so well,” you giggle out, peeking out from his body to sneak a look into the pan on the stove.

Your motion gives Jeno access to your neck, and he places ticklish kisses there as you continue to laugh.

His lips are warm against your cold skin and he breathes warm air onto it.

“You’re always so cold,” he pouts.

“I’m… iodine deficient.”

“That’s a thing? Are you sure?”

“No Jeno, I'm just a vampire.”

The truth slips out of your mouth before you can even realize what a bad idea it is, and even though both of you laugh, it’s a tense sound, with both of you too in your own heads to notice how rigid the other went.

“Hey um, what’s in the pan?” You change the subject, and Jeno grabs at the chance for an escape.

“Oh these are spicy potatoes with garlic aioli!”

He seems so excited talking about it that you almost feel bad at the way your body goes cold (more than usual) at the thought of the food.

“Nono,” you pout, trying to soften the blow by acting cute, “I can't have garlic”

“What?” He gave you a wide eyed look, sadness in his voice from not knowing something about you.

“I’m… allergic,” he doesn’t say anything about the awkward pause you took.

“How did I not know?! I’m so sorry baby, let me make it up to you,” he takes the potatoes off of the stove and starts covering your face in kisses.

You can’t help but laugh at the ticklish sensation, face heating up at the affection.

“It’s okay!!” You manage to get out and he finally releases you from his smothering love.

“There’s no garlic in the other stuff I made so I can make sure to keep my pretty girlfriend's belly full,” he coos and you laugh, grabbing plates and starting to set the table when he lets go of you.

“Always cold and no garlic, maybe you really are a vampire,” he jokes.

Suddenly your appetite wasn't as large.

“Jen baby, are you sure you’re okay?”

Jeno had stayed the night at your house, and he’s been looking a little sick all day.

“I’m fine,” he tells you for the twentieth time, but he knew he wasn’t.

“Can you hand me my phone?” He asks, and you oblige, handing him the device while he quickly opens up safari and you disappear into the kitchen.

Todays moon phase he types into the search bar.

He had been so busy the last few days and when he finally got some free time he immediately rushed over to see you, he hadn’t been keeping up with tracking the cycle. And Jeno knew his body well enough that he had some idea of what was going on.

He stared at the search result on his phone, breath picking up at the sight of the moon in its full glory.

“Here, I made you some tea, it might make you feel better,” you hand him a mug and he smiles at you, thankful for the thought even though some herbal tea wasn’t going to stop him from turning into a furry monster when the moon came out.

“Thank you baby, I should probably go soon.” He tells you, knowing he needs to leave before it gets dark.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea if you’re not feeling well,” you warn, “can you stay a little longer for me?”

Jeno knows he should leave, to be safe and to protect his secret.

But there were still a few hours until sundown, and Jeno never could say no when you gave him your puppy dog eyes.

“Okay,” he gives in, taking a sip of the tea you made him and settling back in on your bed.

Your hands land in his hair, and he leans into your touch, letting your gentle touches and quiet breaths soothe him, forgetting about everything else except for how warm you were.

When he wakes up again he’s cursing at himself for falling asleep again, especially after looking out the window and being met with the sunset.

“Baby I have to go,” he calls, getting up quickly, stopping by to see you in the kitchen and giving you a goodbye kiss.

“Wait, hold on, come back,” he really should leave, and as soon as possible, but it’s already been established that Jeno simply cannot say no to you.

“What? I really have to go.”

You put the back of your hand to his forehead, checking his temperature.

“You felt really warm when you kissed me, baby you have a fever, you can’t go home like this.”

“I don’t have a fever and I really need to go home.” His words are just spilling out now, and you mark it up to his sickness, grabbing his hot face between your palms.

“You’re burning up!! Jeno I’m not kidding it’s not safe!”

“What’s not safe is me staying here,” his eyes flit to the window again and he sees it getting darker, his body starting to shake.

“What do you mean? Jeno you really don’t look good, and I think your fever is messing with your head.”

“I’M NOT SICK YN IM ABOUT TO TURN INTO A LITERAL MONSTER IF I DON'T GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THE MOON IS UP”

With that he rushes past you and out the door, the door slamming on the way out, and you swear you hear a growl outside of your building.

You rush over to the window, looking for any sight of Jeno, but are only met with darkness and a few small animals scattering.

“There goes my dinner” you think in spite of yourself, before remembering what you were doing in the first place.

You open your phone, texting Jeno, before going to trusty google yourself.

Werewolf is all you write, beginning to read up on the many different legends.

You had never thought about it before, but if you exist, why can’t werewolves?

You think of your always unreasonably warm boyfriend, and you check the calendar to confirm that every time he got stuck “last minute babysitting” was a full moon.

You sigh, grabbing a glass of your “special wine” and settling into the couch.

What the hell were you supposed to do now?

Jeno sat in his room alone, staring at the phone where you had been texting him since the full moon.

He refused to answer, convinced that you now knew his secret and hated him for it. It would be easier and better for both of you if he just disappeared from your life.

He tossed his phone, letting out a sigh and making his way into the kitchen. He walks through the hall, a shiver going through his body, and he struggles to remember when he had opened the window in his living room where the cold night air was now coming in from.

He rushes to close it, seeing no reflection in the window and yet turning around to see a body sitting on the couch.

The scream that Jeno lets out practically shattered your ear drums, and he hides his face both in fear and embarrassment.

“JENO IT'S JUST ME!” You reassure, and he looks at you with wide eyes.

“HOW DID YOU GET HERE? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? DON'T YOU HATE ME?”

“Jeno, I don't hate you!” You get off the couch and rush over to give him a hug. “Why would I ever hate you?”

“Because I’m a monster!”

“You’re a normal person with a demonic disease,” you explain, and he looks at you in confusion.

“How did you-”

“I am too, just a different strand really, and I mean if you think about it, I’m a monster all the time not just when the moon is full so you’re actually doing better than I am.”

Jeno cuts off your rambling.

“Can you talk in dumb person terms for me?”

“I’m a vampire.”

Jeno makes a surprised face but doesn’t say anything, in fact he stays still for almost a full minute.

“Okay cool.”

“Is that really all you’re going to say? I just told you I’m a vampire and you’re just gonna say okay??”

“I mean I’m a werewolf.”

“Wow soulmates, now I have to be team Jacob when I watch twilight.”

“Absolutely not, you’re team Jeno, I'm the only werewolf you can like.”

“Okay fine. We’ll just not watch Twilight.”

“Cool, let’s eat. What’s for dinner?”

“Squirrels?”

“Ew just because we’re both monsters doesn’t mean we need to act like it. I’m ordering pizza.”

[postalenha]

nothing % jaemin

pairing: ceohusband!jaemin x female reader genre: fluff!!  word count: 1.25k words requested: yes!! synopsis: as you and your husband move into your new home, you can’t help but reminisce the past thinking how much hard work and sacrifices it had to take to make things the way they are. warnings: not much, just kissing.

trying to picture whatever awaits, your husband jaemin softly removed the blindfold as you adjust with the sudden brightness lit upon you.

not able to form words, your jaw drops as you look up at a huge two story mansion. you didn't even notice the tears rolling down your cheek until jaemin wipes them away, "why are you crying?"

"nothing." you sniff, "i'm just happy for us." remembering the days when you tried to maximize the space of the apartment you both shared for at least three years.

summer would be too hot for the air condition doesn't work while winter would be too cold as you both cannot afford to have extra cash to even buy a heater.

he held your hand, "shall we go in?" you both walked into the home of your dreams. the house have the high ceiling so high that jaemin wouldn't have to slouch all the time just to prevent bumping his head for the nth time.

"we should look around before the moving truck comes." jaemin suggested so you roamed around your new home. "wow, there are a lot of rooms huh." you commented.

"yes." he cheekily said, "so we wouldn't be cramped whenever we have some friends over." you both laughed at his statement, "remember when we invited jeno and the others because my start up was a success?"

remembering how all of them slept while sitting because there wasn't any beds would never fail to crack you up, "haechan was so angry because he woke up with a stiff neck!" he cracked out laughing as you remember haechan not being able to tilt his head for days.

"those were the good old days i miss." he sighed ay you two looked at the mountain view from this huge window. "but i love our life now." he said holding your cheeks before leaning in for a kiss.

hearing some footsteps slowly approaching, you pull away from the kiss. smiling as you see your husband pout out of disbelief, "good afternoon, mr and mrs na." the trucker greeted.

"good afternoon." your husband said, "are our furniture here?" he asked. the trucker immediately nodded, "they're currently moving them. would you like to tell us where should we place them?"

the both of you followed him go down the stairs, to look after the furniture being placed. time flies faster than you think it does and both of you are left with so much box to unpack.

"do you think we should continue tomorrow?" you asked your husband who's busy sorting the boxes. "you can rest, i'll just finish seperating my files and other stuff."

"i'll help you out then." you came to him and started lifting heavy boxes, "oh- y/n!" your husband shouts as he runs after you, "you shouldn't lift heavy boxes."

you safely put the box on the countertop before looking at him, "what do you mean? i can lift it just fine." he crossed his arms at you." i know you're strong. but that's not something for you to do, okay?" he softly said before putting a strand of your hair to the back of your ear.

"what do you want me to do then?" you crossed your arms back t him, "just sit on the sofa." he suggested, "really? you want me to sit while you sweat your ass there?" sarcastically turning down his suggestion.

"i don't care. just sit there and be pretty." he blurted. that comment instantly zipped your mouth, you can never win over na jaemin with this type of things so you just obeyed him.

throwing yourself to the brand new couch, you cannot help but hum in satisfaction because it probably is the softest couch you've ever sat on. "try the remote." he hinted.

you giggle as you reach for the remote, really excited to watch some drama you grew puzzled as the remote doesn't have numbers or anything familiar.

it seems unusual so you asked your husband, "are you sure this is the remote for our tv? why doesn't it have any number?" you hear him chuckle from afar before answering, "just press a random button! i promise you it won't explode."

being the obedient girl that you are, you press a button and the sofa suddenly started moving, "ah!" you shout out of fear. "are you okay?" jaemin asked as he run to you.

"the couch is haunted!" you told him, still scared of what happened. "someone probably died there." he ticked his tongue.

"wait what?!" you exclaimed, "what? you were the one who suggested that we should buy second hand furniture?" he teasingly said. seeing how frightened you are he pulled you into his chest.

"no, i'm just kidding." he said, "that couch is brand new. newest design, i think? this remote-" he took the remote out of the floor, "this is for the couch." he then started clicking some buttons.

"it's adjustable to your liking, so if the person sitting have long legs, there would be enough space for them." he demos as you just quietly watch the couch move.

"it also have this massage feature, so we can relax while we watch tv. isn't that fantastic?!" he exclaimed, you slap his chest saying "it would've been fantastic if you told me beforehand!"

"but it was fun to see your reaction!" he teased, "it was fun, huh?" you looked at him, "na jaemin you should run for your life!" you shout as you chase him around your huge home.

"okay! i surrender!" he shout in defeat, with his hands on the air. stopping a little too late you bump onto him resulting to the two of you falling on the ground.

you both laugh as he pulls you to rest your head on his arm, "home." he called followed by a sudden sound he commanded, "open the ceiling."

you flinch a little as your ceiling slowly opens, revealing the beautiful night sky filled with the stars. the wind followed and as they come in, you feel the cold breeze of it through your skin.

jaemin held you tighter, "first, a moving sofa. now a whole house assistant?" you pointed out, "we don't need any of this, jaemin."

"i know, i only need you." he looked at you, "but is it bad that i want to give you all the things we weren't able to have?" recalling the time when jaemin called you saying his mom kicked him out of their house.

all of that because he disagreed on becoming a lawyer. he was known to be the disgrace of their family for choosing his own interests over theirs.

you both struggled to find a place where the two of you can be productive. you on your work, and him on starting an engineering firm. ending up in such a tiny apartment wasn't helpful either. but it wasn't like you had any other choice.

jaemin had to go through so much. getting declined and ignored by so many company, he decided to make his own. starting with a small start up, everything ended so well to him being a ceo and his friends being the co-owners.

"you deserve all of this." he said, kissing your forehead, "i wouldn't be here if you didn't stay by my side. never forgetting to tell me that everything's going to be okay."

burying your head on his chest, you whisper "well, i am committed to make sure the dreams we have come true."

"and we made it."

happy birthday to our best boy jaemin!!

[twistedmusings]

Vil Schoenheit: After VDC Results

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.”

“Are you going to walk me out?” 

A/N: Only thing I learned from this Chapter is to not trust a Stan kids, because they will ruin the even for the rest of us. 

Needless to say I have now officially began to simp for Vil, happy to find myself among you, Vil stans. 

If you haven’t read part one, here it is! 

Warnings: Chapter 5 spoilers, Lime soda (implied sexy times!) and de-stressing makeout session for Vil.

Vil had almost tried to kill someone today. 

It seemed strange to say, since it was somebody’s life at stake, but he had come to terms that he had shown everybody in his team a side of himself he hoped they would never see. 

He had shown you a side of himself he hoped you would never see. 

After the ‘incident’, you two had barely talked. You weren’t necessarily avoiding him and he wasn’t avoiding you either. There were just a few moments before the VDC officially started and despite the pain in his body telling him to at least sit down, the need to make it to the end of the stage triumphed as he gave it his all out there. 

Blood, sweat and tears. He had shed them all with no regrets. 

So as he stood there, confetti raining down as the people cheered in the grand coliseum for Neige’s song and not his, he was slowly coming to terms with another realization. 

That he wouldn’t let Rook participate in anything he ever did again…ever. 

Two years. Two YEARS he had known this mysterious man and yet there was NOTHING that had tipped him off to Rook being a fan of Neige. Oh no, not just a fan. 

An extremely devoted fan. 

“...Roi de Neige...it really is such an honor!” 

Neige’s laugh was still like metal against a chalkboard to Vil’s ears, smiling as he held Rook’s hand as the other waxed poetic about his performance. He had to turn away, tears still pricking at the corners of his eyes as he wiped them away with Rook’s handkerchief. His life was just one ironic twist after another, wasn’t it? And how frustrating, to be so close to standing first and to be betrayed by someone who he thought he could trust--! 

“Stand proud and say that you are the fairest of them all, Vil! And I am sure that even the Magic Mirror wouldn’t be able to deny it!”

He chuckles as the fanfare continues, looking down at the offending piece of cloth before shaking his head and going over to his friend, handing him back the handkerchief. 

“Go on, wipe your tears. It is your handkerchief after all.” 

Rook’s surprised face was a sight for sore eyes as he dried his tears. “Thank you, Roi de Poison.” 

“Hehe~ There is Vi-kun’s usual smile~!” 

Enjoy it while it lasts, bastard. The moment we get back to Pomefiore you are going to regret not drinking that juice and melting from the inside out because I am going to make you WISH that you were nothing but a puddle of boiling goop after I am done with you, you son of a bit--

“Vil-senpai!” 

His head turns around slowly, watching you run towards the stage before flashing your staff pass at the bodyguards trying to stop you, just like how he taught you. He clears his throat as he straightens himself out, turning his whole body towards you as the stadium quiets down around him. 

Or maybe he was just paying attention to your voice only. 

“One vote.” you give him a forced smile, “Just by one vote, huh?” 

Vil points a thumb at Rook, “The guilty party is over there.” 

You peek behind him, eyebrows shooting up when you see your other upperclassman holding the hand of the team’s supposed rival and silently crying. 

“...that...the VDC really is full of surprises…” 

You both look at each other before smiling as you share a giggle, your hand going to Vil’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze before letting go.

He doesn’t want to think about what he would have done if you had been the one deciding vote. For a brief moment while the announcement was being made he thought that you had been that person, the one person he wished to curse and hate. Vil tried to imagine it, imagine directing all his anger towards you and promising you that every single day you remained at Night Raven College would be hell because of what you had taken from him. 

Would he have gone through with it? Who knows? 

Vil is a lot more relieved about the fact that you placed your trust in the team he had created and voted for him. 

“How annoying.” 

“Truly.” 

“There goes our heater money.” 

“I agree--what?” 

You turn to him, smiling as you gesture down to the hiccuping Grimm in your arms. He had tired himself out from crying and the headache that followed after had kept him glued to your arms. 

“I know he said that he was going to buy tuna with the money we would have gotten but I was thinking of buying a heater for Ramshackle.” you pout, “You guys were all complaining about how cold it was before using magic to make the entire dorm room cold proof. For a brief moment my dream of having heated floors came true.” 

Vil catches you staring at Neige, your stare not one of admiration but of clear frustration and annoyance. 

“And it wasn’t like his song was that good. It was catchy. Catchy turns straight up annoying in a few days. Watch people complain about how they wish it wasn’t stuck in their heads all the time, I give it a week.” 

Maybe it was the strong emotions he was feeling right now, or the fact that he had come to terms with another set of emotions that were directed towards you a long time ago but Vil immediately grabs your hand and holds it close to his heart, your eyes turning to look at him as he stares at you with fierce intensity. 

He wanted you to feel it. Could you feel how fast his heart was beating? 

“Potato, no, Prefect--” 

Your eyes widened, it was the first time he had referred you with that title. 

“I want you to know that I--” 

“Vi-kun!” 

The Pomefiore dorm leader can feel the vein in his head beginning to throb as he hears his rival’s voice, the Royal Sword Academy student smiling as he came up to him and grabbed his hand. 

“Let’s sing together! If we all sing together I’m sure it would be a lot more fun!” 

Neige smiles as he grabs Vil’s hand, quickly interlocking their fingers together as the other complains about the distance. His eyes meet yours before he grins and gives you a peace sign. 

“I’m going to steal him away real quick, I hope you don’t mind!” 

“Neige!” 

You blink before smiling as you wave goodbye, hugging Grimm close to you as you watch Vil be dragged away by Neige to the center of the stage. The small familiar in your arms groans as he hears the music start up again. “Not agaaaaain. Make it stoooop. My tunaaaaaaa!” 

With a giggle, you scratch the top of his head as he buries his face in the crook of your arm. 

“Go back to sleep, Grimmy. Let’s go back home.” 

The music blares behind you as you hum along to the song, bobbing your head to the beat as Vil’s voice comes through loud and clear despite the cheers and the fanfare. 

“See you guys again!” 

You smile and hug Grimm close, walking towards the exit of the Coliseum.

What a bummer. Guess you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him after all.  

--------

“You guys got everything?” 

“Ah wait!” Kalim rushes back into Ramshackle as Jalim pinches the bridge of his nose, “I forgot Vil’s face stuff!” 

You smile at Jalim, “You always seem to have your hands full.” 

“Isn’t that an understatement.” he smiles, “Are you that eager to get us out of here, Prefect?” 

“Not at all. I’ll be really lonely once you guys leave.” 

Jalim stares at you before looking back at the Ramshackle door, his actions making you laugh as you pat his back and head inside. Guy wasn’t used to people being that honest, was he? You smile when Kalim meets you at the bottom of the stairs, hugging you close and saying quick goodbyes as Jamil called out to him for the second time. 

“There they go…” 

You whistle a low tune as you head upstairs, letting out a huge sigh as you flop down on your bed.

It was the most perfect opportunity...and you blew it. 

Vil had been living with you for almost a whole MONTH and you only managed to have a decent conversation with him maybe three times. And you weren’t going to count that awkward moment you two shared that night. 

Probably the reason he didn’t talk to you at all after that! 

He had been concentrating so hard to win this competition and all you needed to do was just give him some good words of support, not go off about how you thought he was the ‘fairest’ in all of the school! What kind of STUPID confession was that! You wanted to be smooth about it and maybe ask him if he wanted to come with you to the Monstro Lounge after all of this was over. 

At least you had gotten some decent words through. It had been inspiring to watch him work. You didn’t really have an opinion on him when you two first met but watching him put his everything into this one competition made you want to put everything into finding a way back home. 

And like always, feelings of admirations grew to something else. 

Something annoying and unnecessary. 

Vil probably saw right through you, the way you would wake up early to catch him humming in the showers as you brushed your teeth. No, he probably caught on when you complimented every single meal he made when it was his turn to cook. Or maybe he caught on when you straight up admitted that you thought he was the most beautiful person on campus. 

You laugh as you sling your arm over your eyes. 

“I’m so messy.” 

A knock on your door bolts you up from your bed. You knew it wasn’t Grimm since he had taken dibs on the bath first and was probably enjoying the hot water you wish you could enjoy as well. Amethyst eyes meet yours as Vil stares at you, bag on the floor by his side as you two stare each other down.  

“...should I just leave?” 

“No!” you immediately get up and walk over to him, “Let me walk you out. It is the duty of a Prefect to see all the guests out, after all~” 

“You only have one other member living in your dorm, potato.” 

“Doesn’t mean I should ignore the title given to me. That’s what Riddle taught me.” 

You make a move to walk out into the hallway but his arm stops you, blocking your way as your eyes look into the deep purple linen. It must be really soft to touch-- “Oi.” 

Whoops, lost in thought again. 

“You say something?” 

Vil sighs and you were expecting the usual disappointed look but your heart nearly beat out of your chest when you saw him smile, your hands clenching into tight fists as you step back two steps. 

“You were talking about responsibilities of a dorm leader, so I’m doing my responsibility as well. I’m thanking you.” 

“Ha! Vil-senpai you shouldn’t be thanking me, it was the Headmaster’s decision after all.” 

Even then he shouldn’t be thanking you, if anything you should be thanking him. 

“So you’re just going to refuse my gratitude?” his fingers brush away some strands of your hair, “Did Riddle only teach you one thing?” 

You try to count by 5’s in your head as your face heats up, how were you still standing up? 

“Sorry. You’re right.” you take a deep breathe, “You’re welcome. I’m glad my dorm could be of some service.” 

It was a good idea to leave out the ‘to you’, it would probably creep him out. 

Silence hung heavy in the room as the two of you heard the clock tick away at the minutes, Vil’s arm still blocking your exit to the hallway. 

“Uhm...Vil-senpai?” 

“I want to have no regrets for this VDC, potato. As frustrating as it is...I gave it my all and I lost.” 

You open your mouth to try and console him but he stops you with just a stare. “But I have no regrets on how I approached this. The method was perfect and the song was perfect. I even managed to shape some rough looking potatoes into decent enough students.” 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and picking his words carefully. 

“But I intend to leave this experience with no regrets whatsoever. Both on and off the stage.” 

You tilt your head, “As in?” 

The ticking of the clock stops for a moment as your chin is tilted upwards, starts up again when you feel a hand on your cheek pull you close and stops entirely when a pair of lips press against your own. 

Your arms hang uselessly at your sides as Vil kisses you, his lips unmoving while the hand holding your cheek slithers all the way down to your waist. A shiver runs all the way from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, the sudden rush of warmth making you pull away. 

Yet he selfishly clung to you. 

“Are you going to walk me out, Prefect?” 

The answer is quick as you wrap your arms around his neck, quickly pulling him down for another kiss. His heels click harshly against the wooden flooring as you two walk backwards and fall on your bed, the purple linen you had admired earlier now caressing your arms as you pull away for a quick breather. 

“Vil--” 

He takes advantage of your open mouth, tongue pushing inside and pressing against yours as he pulls your arms away from his neck and pins them to the bedding. You want to keep your eyes open, want to see Vil in ways you hoped nobody else had seen before. The circlet on his head probably disheveled from the rough tumble you two had, the eyeliner pressed so neatly against his eyelid, the way his fingers so delicately kept you from moving as his thumb caressed your wrist. 

You can’t help but whine as he pulls away, trying to follow his lips but being kept in place by those hands on his. Vil watches you take deep gulps of air, his hands squeezing your wrists to keep you in place before moving away to  take off the circle on top of his head as he laid it gingerly on the pillow next to your head. 

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.” 

Vil presses a kiss to your eyelid, moving down to your cheek and finally your chin as his fingers toy with the first button of your pajama shirt. 

“Are you going to walk me out?” 

He smiles when you hold out your arms open for him, your eyes begging him to not leave you alone. 

Tongues meet before lips as Vil shrugs off his robe and makes himself comfortable in your arms, grabbing his magic pen and flicking his wrist in order to shut the door to your room and locking it. 

Obviously he would have to leave before the raccoon was done with his bath, but he was intending to finish this VDC with no regrets. 

So the little furball could wait. 

--------

Omake: 

“Oi!!! Why did you lock the door!” 

“Grimm don’t come in here!” 

“Hah? You know this is my room too!” 

“I know but right now I’m-ah!-busy! I’m busy!” 

“With what--!” 

“Grimm I’m just busy! Ace left a bunch of his snacks down in the kitchen! I’ll let you take dibs on whatever you want!” 

“....no take backsies?” 

“No--oh Great Sevens--no take backsies!” 

“Fgnaa! I’ll dig in then~!” 

[bonny-kookoo]

Strong Girl 🔞☁️❤️🎀

🍧 Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

🍧 Genre: Good Girl AU!, slice of Life AU, non-Idol AU, smut

🍧 Warnings: DD/LG themes, so much love it's gross istg, a home accident if that makes you uncomfortable but we aint having a full on world's end dw, hero! Reader, no other way to put it, Koo is so proud, so so proud, showers her in kisses yes please, nsfw themes because it's me what did yall think this was gonna be, finger sucking (forgive me lord for I have sinned-), reader being cute, injuries (mentioned and described), praise kink, oral (oral f. rec.), size kink, strength kink, manhandling, subspace, Dom! Jungkook, Sub!Reader, protected sex because you won’t ever catch me slip HAH!

🍧 Summary: Jungkook is not just your boyfriend- he's your absolute hero, your knight in shining armor, your protector and personal simpBodyguard when he needs to. But sometimes, even little girls can be heroes. And they always get rewarded, in the end.

This is part of the Good Girl Universe! (But can be enjoyed on its own)

Good Girl || Sweet Girl || Smart Girl || Brave Girl || Pretty Girl || Charming Girl || Enticing Girl || Bad Girl || Tempting Girl  || Strong Girl

Taglist: @sweetenedcooky @ggukkieland @btsismybias22 @darkgvk @daddypkj @flowerprincess24 @crazylittlemay @zeharilisharaban @teresaisla @tangledsparkles @dammit-jjk

The first time you said it, it made his heart beat faster.

It was on your way home from grocery shopping, a small bag in your hand as Jungkook held your hand, walking silently. You and him had been slowly but surely become a couple like the one's you always dreamt of being when you were younger- the one that fought sometimes, yes, but would ultimately be together at the end of the day, doing simple tasks such as what you did just now. Jungkook somehow made even boring things such as buying mere groceries interesting, not just by making fun of other customer's outfits, but also by explaining things you didn't know. He loved that he somehow made your eyes light up in wonder whenever he told you about a certain dish he could try out with a vegetable you've never tasted before. Or that awkward moment you said you hated brocolli, just so he could correct you and explain to you that no, you've eaten it a lot actually- he was just really good at making food taste how you liked it. He felt proud when you told him, with magic in your eyes, that he was incredible.

Because when you said it, he really felt like he was.

It all happened so suddenly, you didn't even notice yourself slip out of fear and shock- and even Jungkook didn't notice at first. A stray dog had walked up to you, but, contrary to all those cheesy movies where you'd pet it and it would be on its way quick after, it turned out to be not a stray at all; because the man that owned the big dog was desperately trying to catch up to it, leash in his hand- collar still attached to the hook.

Jungkook had never reacted so quickly in his life before, as he pushed you behind him, sucessfully shielding you from the violently barking saint bernard in front of him. You held onto his jacket in complete terror, mind filling with nothing but the loud barks as you were sure this was a nightmare. Don't get it wrong, you loved dogs- but this one wasn't so sweet.

"I'm so sorry!" The man yelled, slipping the collar back around his dog's neck, making it a bit tighter to make sure his pet was secure this time. "He just slipped out, are you two okay?" He said, and Jungkooks voice spoke out, calm, but firm in its tone.

"We're good, but please make sure to boy a harness or something, sir." He said, and the man apologized again, hurrying on his way while the dog still pulled violently and untamed at the leash.

"Baby? He's gone, you can let go now." Jungkook says with the hint of a smile in his voice, one that quickly vanished however once he feels you sniffling against the fabric of his jacket, as your head shook in denial. "Sweetheart I can't check up on you if you hide like this." He explains calmly, glad that your apartment building was already in sight. He knew that you had probably slipped, and he was unsure how to deal with that in public; it wasn't like he was ashamed of it, but he knew that others would judge you quick and easy, and he didn't want to push you into such a bad situation. "Can Kookie check up on you, baby? You're worrying me." He says, and at that, you slowly let go of the fabric, as he turns around. His heart clenches at the sight, tear stained cheeks and nose all red already. He quats down in front of you for a second as he rubs your arms comfortingly. "There we go, everything's fine, yeah?" You nodded after a moment, but refused to speak. "That was scary, wasn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, still quiet. "Let's go home, okay? We can continue that puzzle we've started yesterday, alright? And Miri is waiting, too!" He said, and at that, you nodded more excitedly, even though you still seemed timid.

But you still held his hand tightly, only letting go once you were in the safety of your own home- calling him your hero with a quiet voice he almost didn't catch.

Jungkook really enjoyed both sides of you.

Just like he did now, searching for the right puzzle pieces to place, silently watching your innocent, concentrated face. In a way, it was healing for him; since he never truly had a good childhood himself, this was somehow like a chance to enjoy all of these things he missed with you- a fact that made all of these experiences even more special to him. "Baby, I don't think that fits there." He chuckled, correcting your placement of a piece that didn't fit the edges of the picture it was trying to build. You huffed, before yawning, eyes glossing over with sleep. "Hm, this one is hard, isn't it?" He asked, running his hand over your head before pushing some hair behind your ear. "I think my baby needs to recharge her batteries, hm?" He asked, but you shook your head after a moment, making him raise his brow in question. "Oh really? Miri, what do you think?" He asked, the dog immediately skipping over, excited to be given attention so suddenly. She immediately went to sniff your face, making you giggle. "See! I knew she'd agree with me!" He said, and you laughed full on when the dog went to lick your cheek. "Alright then, Miri, off!" He called out, the dog immediately stopping her actions at the sound of his voice. Jungkook had been unsure on how to train a puppy at first, but overall, he'd done a pretty good job at keeping her fierce temper under control.

Even throughout her violent phase of chewing on pretty much every fucking thing.

So after making sure you were comfortable on the couch, he simply sat down at the puzzle laid out on the living room floor to continue silently. However, shuffling could be heard as he look towards the couch, where you'd previously been laid down on; your tired form talking towards him with eyes barely open. He chuckled when you simply flopped down close to him on the floor with your blanket, head on his thigh as you sighed in comfort. It was second nature to him almost, the way his hand immediately found your head, gently stroking your hair as you drifted off.

Days like this were nice, he decided.

Typically when you came home, Jungkook would greet you at least with a call. Today however, you heard nothing; something that immediately set something off inside you.

Searching for him wasn't a long process- after unleashing Miri into the apartment, you went straight into the bedroom where he's usually be if he's not feeling too well. And sure enough, there he was- weirdly pale and visibly uncomfortable, even in his sleep. Squatting down in front of the bed, you gently felt his forehead, just to simply detect that he was slightly sweating, but had no fever whatsoever. "Koo?" You asked, and he stirred a little, opening his eyes, a little red looking.

"You're home? I didn't even hear you." He said, before he ran a hand over his face. "Sorry, I think I'm coming down with something." He explained, and you nodded, simply telling him to lay back down and take it easy. You made a mental note to maybe cook something light since he never really had much of an appetite when he was sick.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?" You asked, brows furrowed as you noticed how chilly it was inside the apartment, despite the heater being set pretty high. Jungkook simply groaned, too tired to move much as he asked you to please close the curtains. You followed his request, worried figure dissapearing out of the bedroom.

However, something didn't sit well with you.

Maybe it was a simple gut feeling, but when the night slowly crept over the town, and you were slowly growing mildly dizzy yourself, you decided to make sure that your suspicions were correct, slowly walking towards the heater in the living room. It was chilly, but the heater was set to full power. And somehow, after looking at Miri whining in her bed, aimlessly pacing around, it seemed to click inside your head.

Jungkook had been home all day since last evening.

The apartment was cold, the heater's on.

Miri was already looking just as bad- and your own headache told you that this was exactly what you thought it was.

You instantly shot up from the couch, knocking your knee into the edge of the table which made you fall- the edge of the table ripping at your skin on your arm, painfully scratching it open. But it was as if you didn't feel it. Ripping the bedroom door open clumsily, you immediately opened the window, turning the heater off, before you went to wake Jungkook- or at least, try. "Kookie! Jungkook, wake up, come on!" You begged, shaking his shoulder as he slowly somehow came to his senses. He wasn't really awake- but he wasnt unconscous either. "Fuck.." You whispered under your breath, grabbing his phone and calling an ambulance- the dispatcher telling you to try and get him outside or to a place with fresh air.

But this was Jeon-I-love-working-out-Jungkook.

There was no way you could carry him all those stairs.

So you ran out the door, uncaring to close it, and knocked at your neighbours door- a familiar face looking at you with surprise. "Y/N?" He asked, visibly stunned to see you; teary eyed, with a bleeding arm, and clearly distressed.

"Namjoon, I think we have a gas leak in our apartment.. Jung-Jungkookie- they said I should get him outside but he's too heavy-" You pressed out, last words a little unclear as you finally broke. Namjoon simply went inside to grab his shoes and keys, before he closed the door, running towards your apartment, where he instantly grabbed Jungkooks arms, trying to somehow get him on his back.

"Jesus christ how much does he fucking weigh-" He swore under his breath, until he got a somewhat secure hold on the younger boy, walking out the door while you grabbed the dog, running after the two with the puppy in your arms.

Outside, the ambulance had just arrived, immediately attending to the both of you.

Seems like you owe Namjoon twice now.

Jungkook woke up with stinging smells and bright lights around him, some birds chirping outside the opened window. His arm felt heavy, fingers tingling slightly, and as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings, he saw the cause of it.

You, with a bandaged arm, sleeping with your hands grasping his in your slumber.

He gently moved his arm, waking you, as you sleepily looked up at him, eyes suddenly widening as they glistened- a tell-tale sign that you were going to cry. "Thank god!" You said, head burying itself into his chest as he chuckled, a little confused on what was actually happening.

"What happened?" He said, partially also referring to your arm clad in white cloth, his inked hand gently touching it.

"We had a gas leak in our apartment." You explained, sniffling. "At first I thought you were just not feeling well, but then I started to feel unwell too, and Miri.." You went on, his hand running over your head to soothe you a little, noticing how you were getting wound up again. "And then I- I checked online and thought better be safe but you were sleeping, and you looked so bad so I called an ambulance and they said I should get you outside and I really tried-" You explained, and even though it hurt him to see your tears, he couldn't help but chuckle at that in amusement.

"Baby, you tried to carry me?" He asked, and you nodded. "My strong girl!" He teased, full on laughing when you playfully hit his arm to make him stop, a small smile on your lips. "But I highly doubt you got me even out of bed baby." He said, and a familiar voice chimed in from the door of his hospital room.

"No, but she was smart enough to get someone who could." Namjoon explained, casual clothes telling you that he wasn't there for work purpose. "I'm seriously questioning your body though. How the hell do you look like a yoga instructor but weigh as much as a professional wrestler?" Namjoon teased, making Jungkook groan in annoyance.

"Oh my god, now I owe him twice!" He said, playfully exagerating his reaction to the fact that Namjoon had helped them for the second time by now. "Please someone lay me back in my bed, I wanna die!" He said, and you hit his chest.

"No!" You said. "You're ready to leave me and Miri like that?" You said, playfully pouting as you turned away from him.

"Oh baby no, I take it back- nooo, look at me!" He whined out, making grabby hands for your just-out-of-reach sweater you wore, Namjoon laughing as he watched the scene unfold.

A couple of days later, Jungkook and you were sitting in your home again- with the pipes fixed, and plans of moving into a different apartment. For some reason, you didn't truly trust the apartment anymore- but maybe that would settle after a while.

"Hm.." Jungkook mumbled, looking at you as if checking for something, until he moved from his place on the couch, sitting up from his previously laying position. Without many words, he moved you onto his lap, his back resting against the couch, as he held you in place on his thighs. "You know everything's fixed right?" He asked, and you nodded- but he knew you simply answered to reassure him, not yourself. "Baby, I promise we can think about moving if you're really not comfortable- but let's settle down first, yeah?" He said, and you sighed.

"I know its stupid-" You began, but he quickly placed his pointer and ring finger to your lips, effectively shutting you up. You already knew that he'd argue that you weren't stupid, and you knew that- sometimes phrases like these just slipped out. So you playfully snapped after his fingers, making him shoot you a dark glance; a glint in his eyes that told you clearly that he was definitely up to play with you.

"Hm, did they never tell you to not bite the hand that feeds you?" He said, voice deep as he suddenly, and without warning, pulled you closer by your thighs, the abrupt movement forcing you to brace yourself against his chest with your hands, face inches away from his. "Or the hand that gets you off, in our case." He added, making you blush from his words.

You should be used to this by now, but somehow, as weird as it sounded, being together with Jungkook was never the same as the time before. He always found ways to make things different- either by taking it slow, or by introducing you to kinks and fantasies you never even knew were a thing. He loved excitement, loved to try out new things, even if sometimes they would turn out to be something he or you didn't enjoy. Somehow, he always managed to steer things around even if that happened however, turning an awkward situation into a sweet memory in the blink of an eye.

He groaned out lowly when you took his hand again, never breaking eye contact with him while you slowly guided his hand towards your lips- Jungkook instantly taking the hint, as he pushed his first two fingers between your lips, pushing down your tongue;

oh what a sight to see.

Both of his hands wandered towards your neck, never putting pressure- simply touching, holding you, and enjoying just how sweet you were being just for him. He loved these moments with you, these reminders that no matter how useless he felt whenever something didn't go his way, for you, he was always a hero. A knight in shining armor, your Master-

He could feel his pants getting uncomfortable at the thought of those words tumbling from your lips.

He'd probably introduce you to that someday else, because in that moment, he was way too impatient to think clear enough. He'd probably miss important clues that were sometimes so small that he himself wondered how he saw them- because you were dangerously submissive to him. He knew that if he asked, you'd do anything.

Even if you didn't like it.

"Hm.. I wonder if my baby can ride me this time?" He hummed, and you nodded, making him grin as he searched behind him for his hidden condoms in the couch- something you found quite funny at first, but by now you've gotten used to it. "Fuck." He groaned, noticing that there was no contraceptive hidden like it usually was.

"Thats a bad word, kookie." You playfully said, teasing him as he grabbed your behind quite roughly, raising his brow as his jaw clenched.

"Oh I'll make you scream out some bad words." He said, before standing up, throwing you over his shoulder in a manner that seemed to practiced to be simply winged out of nowhere. After all, this wasn't just a one time thing- he loved showing off his strength over you, and you loved it just as much in return.

Your body hitting the matress, Jungkook immediately grabbed your thighs again, pulling you to the edge of the bed where he already kneeled- placing your legs over his shoulders after almost rushing to get your clothes off. There was no gentle touching, no foreplay, he simply dived right in, pitch black eyes darkly watching you as you squirmed, back arching off the mattress every now and then in pleasure once he added the first two fingers into the game he was playing. "No smart words now, hm?" He hummed from his spot between your legs, amusement clear on his face at the sight of your trembling body. "But I'm not gonna let you suffer tonight, baby." He said, licking his lips before crawling over your body, hand reaching for the bedside table where he knew he had condoms stored in. "Take it as-" He said, while shedding his clothes before wrapping his length in the clear protection. "As a reward." He said. "For being my personal guardian angel." He said sweetly, before leaning down to connect his lips with yours. What was an innocent gesture at first, turned heated quite quick however; you would've never guessed, but Jungkook was a pretty messy kisser- open mouthed and tongue running over your lips, all while he guided his length inside you.

One thing Jungkook loved, was just how utterly small you looked underneath him. Not just that- but the way he could feel his own dick move inside you underneath his inked hand placed on your lower belly made him growl deeply as he rolled his hips in a forward motion, eyes fixed on the view he had of your cunt swallowing him as if it was nothing.

You were his.

For a long time, he didn't quite get the hype about saying that your partner belonged to you. For him, that was stupid- you couldn't 'own' a person, so why say that? But nowadays, he finally understood that no, this wasn't about ownership. It was about being able to simply have situations like these; moments of pure emotions and nothing else, with a person so devoted to yourself that you felt as if your entire life had their name.

He was yours.

Because even if he took on a more dominant role in the relationship, and a leading force in the bedroom, you had him in your hands at the end of the day. He was so utterly in love with you it sometimes hurt him to even think about it; the way you looked at him with so much adoration made him melt, the way you touched him with so much care made him feel so loved. He'd glady give his life to you if he had to choose between you and him.

"So sweet, just look at you." He mused, out of breath as he smiled, leaning over you again before kneading your soft breasts with his hands, kissing the delicate skin sweetly as he picked up his pace. "All mine, aren't you?" He said, and you nodded, mewling out something he didn't quite catch- but that was okay. "Gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl-" He huffed out, biting the skin on your shoulder as he grew more and more sloppy. "Come on baby, cream on my cock," He grunted out, making you squirm- and open your mouth in a silent scream as Jungkooks hand found its way between your bodies, viciously moving his fingers over your most sensitive spot. The quick movement and the pressure of his length inside you finally made you come undone, hands desperately reaching for his arms as if that could save you. The orgasm you experienced made your vision bright, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook came quickly after, panting to catch his breath, before he discarded the condom.

It took a moment for you to come back around, but when you did, the first thing you noticed was, that you were practically laying across his chest- his hand gently running up and down your arm, kisses being place on the top of your head as he bathed you in praise. "You're so sweet.." He hummed, before he noticed your eyes on him. "Welcome back princess." He grinned cockily, before placing a kiss ontop of your nose. "Come on baby, lets get you washed up and into bed, yeah?" He said, and you simply nodded.

Too tired to talk, and too comfortable in his arms to really move on your own. But that was fine.

He loved carrying you around anyways.

"You know.." Jungkook said, while you were both at the table, eating dinner. "I know I said I was uncomfortable with you calling me daddy, and I still stand by that." He said, and you nodded, unsure where he was going.

"I mean, yeah, you've said that but what does that have to do with-"

Suddenly, he leaned forwards after finishing his plate, eyes sparkling mischieviously. "I wouldn't mind hearing you call me 'Master' though." He hummed out.

And you choked on your fries.

[eadanga]

The First Christmas Part 4

Summary: After a year married Chris and Anna have their first Christmas together

Chris smiles as he sees Anna fall asleep. He kisses her softly and heads out slowly closing the door. He walks to the living room where his mom is sitting “Where’s everyone mom?”

“AJ and Kyle are asleep Sam’s in the bathroom”

“Oh” Chris sits down “Listen mom about earlier”

“Forget it Chris this is not the time especially when your wife is ill”

Chris sighs “Well at least let me say I don’t want you to get hurt again mom”

“I know Chris but I’ll be fine and besides isn’t my job to worry about you”

Chris chuckles “I can worry about you too mom”

Barb smiles and places her hand on his shoulder “I love that you do Chris” She nods at him and walks to the bedroom

Chris smiles and walks to the bedroom where Anna was asleep he sneaks into the bed and he hears Anna whisper “I thought you’ll never come to bed”

Chris chuckles “Baby you should be asleep you faker”

Anna giggles “I can’t sleep without my heater”

Chris wraps his arms around her waist “How are you feeling babe?”

“The meds helped I feel a little better”

“I’m glad and if you feel sick again anytime during the night let me know”

“I’ll be fine Chris but it’s cute you being my nurse”

Chris chuckles “I’m glad you’re enjoying it” He smiles “I’ll always take care of you”

“I know you…will Chris”

Chris chuckles as Anna falls back asleep “Good night Anna”

****

Chris wakes up and gets breakfast ready for Anna. He sees Sam in the kitchen making breakfast he looks up and smiles “Hey Chris”

“You’re making breakfast?”

“Yeah hope that’s ok you were shaken after last night”

“Yeah but I’m fine now I can help out”

 Chris walks to the other side of the kitchen and starts making the breakfast Barb comes into the kitchen and grins “So glad you two are getting along”

“Yeah” Chris gives a small smile “Guess he’s not bad”

Sam nods “Thanks Chris”

Anna slowly walks out the bedroom and smiles “What’s everyone up to?”

Chris walks to her “Anna baby why did you get up?”

“I smelled food baby”

Chris smiles then kisses her forehead “I was gonna bring it to you in bed”

“Breakfast in bed? I should get sick more often”

Chris chuckles “For yours and my sake I hope you don’t now can you please get back in bed?”

Barb feels her forehead “He’s right dear you still have a bit of a fever”

“I just got up to…Chris!” Anna shrieks as Chris scoops her up

“Back to bed with you” Anna laughs as Chris walks back to the bedroom and sets her on the bed “Now you rest babe I’ll get you breakfast

Anna smiles “Thank you Chris”

Chris kisses her softly and heads back to the kitchen get a plate of food for her. Anna takes the food and grins “This looks delicious”

“Thanks babe now what about our Christmas dinner shopping?”

“Mom is gonna take care of it I’m gonna stay behind and take care of you”

Anna grins “Ok Chris though I love shopping for Christmas”

Chris cups her cheek “I know baby but you need to take care of yourself first when you’re feeling better you can do the cooking how’s that sound?”

“Ok Chris I’m fine with that”

Chris kisses her cheek “I love you Anna”

“I love you too Chris”

Chris rises to stand but Anna grabs his hand “Uh Chris could you stay here I don’t want to be by myself”

Chris smirks “Need your heater again?”

Anna giggles “You know me so well”

Chris chuckles and gets into bed wrapping her in his arms. Anna snuggles closer to him and notices his expression “Chris what’s wrong?”

“Sorry I just can’t get last night out of mind when you dropped to the floor I felt my heart stop I thought I was gonna lose you”

Anna hugs him “I’m here Chris you won’t lose me”

Chris sighs holding her tighter “I love you so much Anna”

“I love you too Chris”

Barb knocks on the door “Chris! Why’s the door locked? Hope you’re not doing all that while she’s sick!”

Chris sighs as Anna giggles “No mom!”

“Good now where’s the list for the shopping? How expect me to know what to buy?”

Chris checks his pockets and pulls out a piece of paper “Forgot to give her this” Chris smiles and kisses Anna “I’ll be back beautiful I’m coming mom!” Chris quickly heads out the door

Anna smiles as she pulls out a box from under the bed “Oh this Christmas will be very special Christmas you and me Chris”

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