#the new sheets and comforter is bc i want to get a queen bed

[thedeviljudges]

sooo accidentally spent a lot of monies on home stuff today fljwsldef i went out to ONLY get towels and i come home with new sheets, comforter, throw pillows, plate set, kitchen cookware and some other random things, lmaooo. it's all stuff on my list, and then when prime day hits i'll be getting more things i need but uh yeah was not expecting to find things i really like.

[brattyspence]

u up? | s.reid

summary: early season!spencer is reluctant to request nudes from gn!reader while hes gone on a case. warnings & key info: nudes (what an ugly word), sexual themes implied, nothing rlly explicitly stated. a very reluctant and maybe insecure spencer, a hint of teasing  a/n: this is rlly just a drabble but i love the idea of early season!spencer who is kind of nervous to ask for things but also rlly down bad for reader! maybe i’ll make more with this pairing bc its so fun. word count: 1.5k my masterlist!

Spencer flopped back into the queen-sized bed with a sigh. The hotel room was small, the generic beige walls blending into the generic beige room. The only light source he had at present from was the warm, yellow light of the bedside lamp and the screen of his phone.

The team had successfully closed another case. The unsub was apprehended after a week-and-a-half long chase, but he didn’t feel any better.

The relief that followed long cases like this one was different. Of course the week had been long and tiring. He hadn’t exactly slept well between the late nights at the local precinct and the looming anxiety about finally catching the guy. When Hotch made the decision to fly out the following morning to allow the team to get some sleep, he wasn’t so thrilled. 

He had returned to his hotel room, showered off the day (and it’s germs) before attempting to get into bed, but something was amiss. 

Catching the unsub didn’t mean just another solved case, but it also meant coming home to you. Maybe it was selfish, sure. Still, he had looked forward to it all day, and the sudden change in plans threw him off. Here he was, on top of the scratchy maroon bedspread of the hotel, very awake and very much frustrated by the prospect of spending another night apart from you. 

Sexual frustration and Spencer were two things you never would have put together. He was the most patient man in the world to you. Sometimes you still consider it his biggest flaw. When you first began dating him, it took weeks for him to work up the nerve to kiss you first. Sex was another beast. Somehow he wasn’t comfortable initiating anything for fear that he was pressuring you, and it seemed that no amount of reassurance would encourage him to make the first move. 

You were half asleep in bed when you heard the buzz of a new notification. You lifted your head from its spot in the pillow, and patted your hand around to find your phone somewhere in the mess of sheets in your bed. When you found it, you squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen in the darkness of your room. He never liked to interrupt you when you were sleeping. It was another one of his obscure demonstrations of love. If you ever texted him past 9 PM, he would delve into a rant about how the blue light of your screen would keep you up all night, or how sleep deprivation could cause a multitude of issues, and “I just don’t want to be the reason you didn’t get a good night’s sleep.”

Patient, kind, respectful, and painfully so. 

Which was why you were thoroughly confused when you received what could only be interpreted as a very Spencer Reid version of a ‘u up?’ text at 12:51 AM.

Spencer: Hi. I miss you. Are you awake? 

You: i am now :)  i miss you more. 

Spencer struggled to find the right words to type. He always relied on you dragging it out of him. He drafted a few responses, deleting them immediately. His fingers hovered the keyboard for a moment, contemplating if he should just let it go.

You watched the ellipses come and go as he typed. It disappeared for a few seconds, and then reappeared. Eventually, you decided to call him. 

He picked up on the first ring. 

“Hey,” he said. His voice was soft, maybe more so than usual. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“You don’t need to apologize. I was hoping to hear your voice,” you replied.

“But it’s so late. You should be sleeping, and now-”

“Spencer,” you replied, cutting him off. “I don’t care about that. You’ve never been one to message so late, so I know something must be bothering you. Talk to me.”

You heard the soft rustle of fabric against the microphone. 

“I was just really looking forward to coming home tonight.”

You sighed. “I know. I was looking forward to it, too.”

“I just…” he trailed off. “I was thinking about you all day. Thinking about seeing you, thinking about… just thinking about you.”

“Hm.” You sandwiched the phone between your ear and shoulder before sitting up. The jersey sheets pooled around your waist as you leaned across your nightstand, flicking on the bedside lamp. Your room filled with the soft glow. “Thinking about me?”

“Yeah.” His voice was almost a whisper. “That’s all.”

“I don’t think that’s all, honey.” 

You could visualize his reaction through the phone, the same reaction he always had when you pinned down his real intentions. He probably made an attempt to roll his eyes and brush off your comments, but he’d blush seconds later and avoid eye contact, knowing you were right. 

“Why do you… say that?” Somehow his voice was even softer.

“It’s one in the morning, Spence. You never call this late,” you explain. “And you’ve been away for a whole 10 days.”

“Yeah.” He swallowed audibly. 

“Yeah,” you repeat. “So you clearly want something from me.”

Silence.

“Do I need to drag it out of you?”

He huffed.  “It feels really juvenile. And I just respect you so much, and I don’t want you to ever think that I’m using you for anything, or that I don’t value you-”

“Spencer. We talked about this.” 

“Right.” He sighed. He held the phone to his ear with one hand, the other pressing into his eyelids as he formulated a response. 

“So,” you clear your throat, and sit back into your pillows, your phone lying across your chest. “Ask me.”

“I don’t…” he exhales. He’s struggling to come to terms with the fact that you have him figured out so well. He’s quiet for a few seconds before he gives in reluctantly. “I was looking forward to seeing you tonight. Not just talking.”

“Spencer Reid,” you reply, amused. Teasing him was just too easy sometimes, especially when he was so easy to rile up, even if he knew you were just joking with him. “Are you asking me for nudes?”

“I… It just sounds so wrong. Nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Oh, come on. Just ask me.”

He groaned. “I don't want you to think that my love for you has anything to do with your body. You know that, right? Because it doesn't. Although I do love… looking at you. That sounded weird. I just mean that I don't want to put you in a position where you feel commodified based on something like your physical appearance when you have so much more to give, and it's not respectful of you. You're brilliant and kind and so, so good to me, and it’s just so vulgar, I think-”

He fell quiet as his phone buzzed in his hands. He could just see the preview of the text you had sent him. After changing the call to speakerphone, he opened it, scrolling through the carousel of photos, taking in the images.

“You think..?”

“Jesus Christ…” he breathed, opening a slideshow of photos you had taken just for him. Sent to him, for his personal use. He would have felt bad about it if he wasn’t so horribly entranced by the sight of them. Whatever was left of his rambling fizzled out.

“You're not gonna finish your sentence?” You asked.

“I…” swipe. “God, I don't remember what I was saying.”

You chuckled. “Does that fix your problem?”

He was clearly short circuiting. “Mhm. It does.”

“See what happens when you ask, Spencer?”

“I feel guilty,” he replied, his voice breathy and quiet. He was clearly having some kind of internal struggle about the ethicality of the situation. It didn’t bother him enough to look away, though.

“Why?” You ask. 

“Because… these are really…” He stopped. Although you couldn’t see it, his cheeks were burning red. “Are you sure you’re okay with me having these?”

“Spencer,” you say. “You’re being ridiculous. You’ve seen me naked plenty of times. I watched you fold and organize my sock drawer without my asking last week. You preheat my coffee mug for me every morning. I’m not just okay with you having these. I want you to have them.”

Oh. He swallows thickly, forcing himself to close the app and come back to his senses.

“But…” He trails off. He still sounds a little distant, pausing a bit too long between words, clearly still looking the photos over. “How did you… did you have these ready to send?”

“I did. I took them the other night. I was just waiting for you to ask.”

You wait a few seconds to see if he says something else. He doesn't. The line falls silent.

“Are you okay over there?” You ask.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, exiting the app and putting his phone down on the pillow next to him. “Yeah. Sorry. I just… wow.”

You were used to his continual praise, but somehow his lack of words was the best compliment he could have offered you.

“Next time just ask, okay?”

He swallows. “Mhm. I will.”

“You should go have fun. I'm gonna go back to sleep. I'll see you soon, pretty boy.”

“Yeah… you should get some sleep. I’ll… see you tomorrow. Thank you.”

You smile to yourself. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

[mariposa-drowned]

Some purely indulgent period comfort bc I feel like death rn.

Abby x Fem!reader

Abby walked through the door to your shared home, a cozy house in the safe haven of Jackson. She eagerly toed of her boots and dropped her pack onto the floor, relief flooding her muscles as she relaxed for the first time today. Her brows furrowed, finding the atmosphere oddly quiet, normally you'd be in the kitchen trying a new recipe, or in the living room rewatching one of your many DVDs and VHS tapes that you had traded for over time.

Abby checked around the downstairs, calling out your name a few times, trying not to panic, but she knew for a fact that you were home today, as this morning you let her know that you felt as if you were coming down with something and politely asked if she could let Maria know that you'd be out today. Abby had offered to stay home aswell to look after you, but you stubbornly refused, assuring her that you'd be fine, and it was nothing major. She made her way upstairs letting out a sigh of relief when she found your normally closed door slightly open, your shared silent signal that one of you was home and welcome to come into the room. You had this odd system to communicate easily when one of you was feeling a bit too overwhelmed. If the door was closed, you didn't want to be bothered, and it was best to check back in another 15 minutes. If the door was open, it was a green light.

Abby slowly pushed the door the rest of the way open "Angel? You alright?" She spoke softer than normal, being cautious of a possible headache.

You grumbled, rolling over in your queen sized bed to look up at your beautiful girlfriend, her braid was a bit messy from patrol, the lightest sheen of sweat still remains on her skin.

Abby's eyes widened. That would definitely explain your recent feelings and attitude with her lately. You met her gaze, looking down to the bed and seeing a small bloodstain right where you were laying before you moved to see Abby.

"fuuuucckkk this is not what I needed today" you groaned out, hopping off the bed you started stripping the sheets off the bed, throwing the blankets and pillows aside.

Abby came up behind you gently peeling you hands off the sheets "how about you go start a bath for yourself and I'll take care of this hm? I'll join you in a bit if you'd like, just leave your clothes outside the door and I'll throw em in with the sheets."

You smiled at her kindness, "thank you my love but it's my blood, Im sure I can handle it" you gave her a peck on the cheek and reached back for the sheets, before you could get your hands back on them you felt an intense cramp bloom throughout your lower abdomen causing you to clutch your stomache and fold in on yourself to try and relieve the pain.

Abby quickly caught you before you could make it to the ground, she picked you up like a toddler, you holding on tightly to her front as you buried your face in her neck. "never said you couldn't handle it sugar, just said to go start your bath, bein all stubborn and sorts" she set you down on the bathroom counter, moving to the tub to start some water, throwing a small amount of your soap in there to create a sheen of bubbles.

Abby went back to standing in front of you, you leaned forward to give her a kiss, her hands coming to your hips and rubbing gently to try and soothe your pain. She pulled away first, knowing she had to go out the sheets in the wash before they were permanently stained, not that she'd mind, but she knew you would always feel terrible about it and she couldnt have that.

Your gaze drifted down to her pants where you saw a small red spot on her cargos, her eyes followed your line of sight, "I'm sorry" you muttered out dropping your gaze to the floor in shame.

Her hand moved to grab a hold of your chin, making you look to her "hey, none of that, s'not your fault, I'm the one who picked you up, I'll just throw em in with everything else, totally not a big deal. Speaking of which, let's get you into that bath"

Abby helped you strip your clothing, easily lifting you once again to the bath, causing you to mumble out "I have legs y'know."

Abby smiled, setting you down in the bath, "I'm aware grumpy, but I like carrying you, and I didn't feel much protest, so looks like your stuck with me."

Settling down into the bath, the water soothing your aches you stuck your tongue out at Abby, to which she quickly reciprocated before beginning to rid herself of her stained pants. She could feel your eyes on her, drinking in every detail, appreciating her muscular legs covered by her boxers.

"You keep staring like that there's gonna be more than a lil' stain on those sheets" You blushed at her comment, quickly hiding your face in your hands, even though you were sitting in the bath. Abby smirked at your reaction, quite pleased with herself that she could still do that to you even after years together.

She walked over to you, bending down to give you a loving kiss on your lips, pulling away before you could pull her back into you.

"I'm gonna go throw this stuff in the wash, I'll be back to check on you in a bit"

You gave a small nod, watching her leave the room and close the door behind her to trap the heat in, you sunk back down into the bath, focusing on how the warm water slowly soothed your cramps, helping your aching muscles. You closed your eyes, letting the time pass by as you drifted in and out of consciousness.

You were snapped out of your daze by a small knock on the door, followed by the creak the old door made as it opened.

"hey sweet girl, the water is probably getting a bit cold now yeah? You ready to get out?"

Not that you had really noticed, but now that you were activley thinking about it the water was getting colder.

"yeah I think I'm ready to get out, my stomache is starting to hurt again"

"alright you pull the drain for me, do you want some help out?"

A small silent nod was all you could muster

Abby gave you a sympathetic smile, knowing how easily embarrassed you got, and not the biggest fan of asking if asking for help unless it was absolutely necessary. She slowly helped you out of the bath, wrapping you in a fresh towel.

Giving a small peck on your head she left you to continue drying off, disappearing once again into your room.

She came back with a set of comfy clothes and a washed period cup that Maria had gifted to you and many others. Setting them down on the counter she looked back to you as you started to towel dry your hair.

"You want help changing as well? or do you want me to come check on you in a few minutes?" Abby said

"I think I'll be okay to do it myself, thank you abs. love you"

" 'course baby, anything for you. I'll come make sure you aren't dead in a few minutes alright? I love you too."

A few minutes had passed and just as Abby was getting up to come check on you, the bathroom door opened to reveal you in one of abbys oversized t-shirts and a pair of your own comfy underwear, her shirt practically looked like a dress on you so you didn't mind the lack of pants.

"Hi beautiful, you wanna come lay down?" abby asked as she pat your side of the bed next to her, the sheets changed and abbys attempt at making the bed.

"ugh please do not call me that right now. Im barley passing as human at the moment"

Abby snorts at your comment. "oh no! should we take you to get tested for cordycepts?!! If you go down I'm coming with your ass, you arent getting rid of me that easily"

Her comment causes you to let out a small laugh "haha very funny. I forgot to do the dishes last night and i need to finish them, so ill come lay down after."

You turn around to walk out of the room before baby could start protesting. You genuinely thought you had gotten aways with it too, reaching the top of the stairs before being tugged back into the solid chest you knew by heart.

"in what world do you think I'm going to let my ovulating girlfriend go do house chores when she almost collapsed earlier from her own cramps" Abby eyed you down as you tried to avoid her gaze.

She bent down a bit before tapping the back of your thighs, signaling you to jump. "Cmon sugar, no getting out of this one, lemme take care of you like you deserve."

You huffed, but jumped up regardless, Abby walking the both of you back to your room.

Abby set you down gently on your shared bed, situating the blankets over you til you were comfortable.

"Thank you for taking care of me" you smiled up at her

"always" abby returned the smile, leaning down to give you a kiss on the lips.

"Will you come cuddle and hold my stomach please"

"course i will. you want something to eat first though?"

"not right now, i think itll only upset my stomach more. maybe we could make soup together for dinner"

Abby slid in the bed behind you, her warm arm coming around your lower abdomen "That sounds great baby"

you hummed in content at her comforting embrace, letting out a deep breath as her warm hand helped soothe you cramps. "will you read to me? please?"

"you want me to read one of my medical books to you?"

"I dont care what you read as long as I get to listen to your voice"

"yeah I'll read to you"

[nathank77]

6/14/24

9:40 p.m

It took me awhile to fall asleep. I used the older xanax just to troubleshoot if the newer stuff was fake. I guess not cause if it was- I would have passed out immediately. I slept solidly through the night until 3 p.m. I peeded and then I laid back down and was out until 4:14 p.m without drugs... that's a good thing but I don't like sleeping that late cause I may struggle to sleep tonight.

Anyways I was going to game but I was aggravated and my house is always a hell hole. I have this whole dilemma:

1) I want to finish the attic and the shared closet/my room but not in that order. I want to finish the shared closet. Then my room closet. Then the attic. Cause I want to bring my nicest things down from the attic for clothes and put them in a storage bin on top of my movies storage bin and my blanket storage bin which I want an extra set of sheets and an one extra pillow top mattress cover for when I inevitably spill juice on my bed which is fairly common and the later I do it at night I can't wash it and I have to sleep on a towel. So I'm going to buy a pillow top mattress cover. Not extra sheets I'll ask for that for Christmas. Wash it and put it in the storage bin in the shared closet.

2) The dilemma is I want to join the gym Monday but- if I join before I get all this stuff done it will become a tedious project and I'll be hellbent on using my very expensive gym membership bc I'm joining at the wrong time of the year. If I joined January 1st or something it would be a 1$ start up fee instead of a 60$ start up fee.

I don't want to lose my fire for either things bc it's coming to a head. The true dilemma is that the gym is going to be 70$ to start out of pocket Monday if I joined.

I want to keep buying l salivarius. I want to give cbd one more month. I want to get storage bins so I can continue my organization. I want to buy that pillow top mattress cover. And I'd really like to buy a microfiber queen sized blanket as a comforter... I have one already and I would swap them... put the old one in the storage bin in the closet with the old pillow top mattress cover as a spare.

The dilemma really is money and how I spend it and energy. Yea I can go Monday to the gym and swipe my card and start working out but then I'm out a decent amount of money and I still got to pay for the annual fee two months later.... and then I can't really afford the storage bins... I can't really afford the pillow top mattress cover or the microfiber blanket... it would be nice to have a spare washed and conveniently put away in the shared closet..

So idk what to do. I ended up cleaning out our shared closet. I put all the water bottles in a huge box. I got out 3 old comforters that were on the floor and put them in that box. I threw away a bunch of drinks. The closet is CLEAN! but not done yet.

I already have two storage bins thanks to Katie. One clear smaller one without a top unfortunately but with movies and one large gray one with those waters. I had to clean the water one out with antibacterial stuff cause a soda busted in there. I cleaned that out. Put my movies in there and they fit much better so that's done.... I'm happy with it.

Then I grabbed the storage bin my sister provided me from the basement and used antibacterial spray on it and put the blankets in it. I still got to wash the blankets and I may throw out a few in order to fit the old pillow top mattress cover when i get a new one and the old microfiber blanket when I get a new one. There are def a few blankets in there I wouldn't feel bad about throwing out... but I didn't have time to wash them yet, that's a later activity..

I have the clear bin without a top on top of the blanket storage bin. It has virtually nothing in it but I felt the need to "set it all up" so my mother didn't take over the nice space I created. I absolutely plan to buy the smaller clear storage bin and grab the nicer clothes from the attic basically only what I just put up there, my old medium boxers, the shorts and pj pants and the old shirts with coconut oil stains. They are all nice stuff and once I get the stains out they are wearable..

So this is my updated list. I feel accomplished and below that is what the closet looks like now. I got to figure out if putting the gym off and spending extra money on the bins and blankets make sense. Now that I have an almost perfect set up just lacking the clothes, the lid, and the extra bedding, it's like I want to do that but I can't do the gym and that. I got to figure it out.

Imma wait on my sister to get me more storage bins for free. I can buy them from Walmart but Walmart will only ship the clear smaller ones for free otherwise its store pick up... my car can't fit them.... so me and my sister have to go grab some in her truck.. whenever she will work with me on that.. I'd at least buy a few for the attic.. to get that going.

I mean I could benefit from 2 or 3 of the clear bins. One for the shared closet for my clothes. One for stuffed animals like from my childhood up in the attic prob the one without a top... but I mean- I really need the huge ones. I like that they are clear but they lack the space to be worth the money honestly.

So yea I'm over here going if I spend all this money between l salivarius and the blanket, the pillow top and a few clear storage bins/the larger ones... not to mention cbd next month when I get paid-i have to put the gym off.

Also energy wise even if I had the money I don't have the energy to start fitting in the gym and doing all this stuff around the house...

Erin won't be a therapist anymore in July... so my time will really free up... I will try to get on Mike's schedule two days a week and then I can really fit the gym in even with this amount of stuff left to do... I'm not going to bother looking for another therapist cause I'm a voice hearing trans person. I'm done with the rejection.

But yea, I wish I could join the gym, buy all this stuff and have the money. I wish I could do both the gym and finish this project without worrying about putting one off... if I spend all that money on the gym, I can't not commit. That's the thing. Part of me is like wait until January. If I don't kill myself... all these new years resolutions... it's always 1$ start up new years.. but I mean I've plateau weight wise and those skinny jeans will not fit if I don't go...

I got a lot to think about. Should I keep buying 100mg of cbd? Should I keep buying l salivarius when it can be so good for someone with gum disease despite its cost? Should I forget about the dentist until my annual instead of calling Husky and paying out of pocket which I can't really afford for a 6 month cleaning and give up on my brown stained tooth and just do whitening strips in January? Should I finish my house projects while I'm motivated before I join the gym when money is going to be an issue? Should I say fuck the attic and go to the gym?

Idk..money is tight. I want organization. I want the stuff that didn't get destroyed to stay not destroyed. I want that clear storage bin with my nicer clothes to stay down here with me. I want the extra blanket and I def NEED the extra pillow top mattress cover cause I'm a spiller and I'm stuck in my room 24/7. I spilled tea on my bed 2 night ago and had to sleep in a wet spot.

If I put off the gym I got one pair of jeans. If I go to the gym, I will spend 59$ more on a start up fee and my house projects will come to a screeching hault bc for one I can't buy the storage bins. For two I'm going to use all my energy going to the gym and on the days I don't go I won't want to do anything. Once I don't have Erin as a therapist and I figure out what day Mike can see me my schedule will clear off a little making the gym easier to fit in...

Money will never be easy... the closer i get to January the more I think 1$ start up fee... saving 59$ that I could spend on stuff I need makes sense but I really want my body to be the best it can be.

What should I do? Idk. Even buying all this stuff on credit will be tight but it's on credit and as long as I don't do glasses (that's never happening), and I don't do the 6 month teeth cleaning and I put off my gym membership.. I mean I can do that. I can do the gym but I can't swipe my card on the stuff I want to buy.

Do I need l salivarius right now? Nope but it makes sense to put it on the 100$ no interest if paid off in 6 month thing with all the storage bins.

So yea that's where I am. This is what I have left to do. And I'm confused but the shared closet although not finished is in a finished state just missing the lid and the clothes from the attic but I'll do that another day.

Idk if I'm doing the car wash tomorrow. Idk If I'm going out for a chicken tomorrow. Dads house on Sunday is stressful and I have to drive all the way over there... gas money. Money issues constantly and bc I didn't really relax at all today- maybe I should tomorrow. I'm overwhelmed.

[eijishimas]

oh, you listen to girl in red too?

masterlist.

write more wlw cowards. now take some hc’s disguised as drabbles abt momo, ocha, jirou & mina ty.

content warnings: all characters are aged up, minors dni. f!reader. toys, thigh riding, squirting, creampie, overstimulation, exhibitionism, spanking, scissoring.

MOMO loves creating new toys for you to use in the bedroom. she’s quite the experimentalist, enjoying the way your body squirms, keens, and arches for the toys she created just for you. they’re always the perfect length with the perfect settings. vibrators, strapons, gags, handcuffs, literally anything you could want is absolutely yours. she also loves it when you run your fingers down her body, appreciating the natural curves and dips of her body as she slowly gets more wet for you. please play with her nipples, they’re extra sensitive. don’t be surprised if she gets them pierced eventually, because fuck that’s hot and she wanted to be a little more adventurous. pierce yours with her and she will literally melt on the spot. also much more of a giver in bed. she loves that only she can make you feel that way, and she gives dirty talk like a queen. like it’s smooth, filthy, and 100% momo for you. she’s one to memorize your body, maximizing your pleasure and it feels heavenly. who knew the pretty little rich girl could be hiding such a dirty little aspect of her personality, hm?

KYOUKA adores seeing you in lingerie. there’s something about seeing you in lacy, skimpy fabric that makes her brain forget any sort of cognitive thought. if you wear fishnets, she will literally be soaking her panties before you can even slip your hand down her pants. she has a sex playlist, don’t tell me i’m wrong bc i’m not. it’s slow, reverb, with lyrics that are sultry as she gives you dark hickies along your skin. she doesn’t mind being on top or bottom, as long as she gets to grind against you, that’s all she wants. her moans are the most gorgeous fucking thing you’ve ever heard. music to your ears, the way she sings praises to your name and whines when you make her squirt all over your fingers. speaking of fingers, she’s incredibly good with hers. her nails are finely manicured since she plays instruments and she curls her digits inside your heat just right to feel you tense around them when she finds your g-spot. whenever you whimper out a tiny “ky- kyouka—” for her, a flip switches off and she has you pinned by the wrists against the wall. she can go multiple rounds too, tbh. i can definitely see her being shy, yet willing to explore your bodies together. please praise her. please take care of her. she can get a tiny bit insecure, but she is comfortable enough with you to show off her body, so build her up and show her how gorgeous she can be with your name rolling off her tongue.

OCHAKO gets fairly shy when you worship her body, but please do praise her. call her a good girl, your best girl, princess, sweetheart, anything along those lines and she will literally melt like putty in your hands. ride her thigh, make a mess all over her with your juices ruining the tights beneath her skirt. she loves it, it makes her feel so dirty and she loves it. she also loves being choked, something about having your hands around her neck, being in total control of her just makes her sob with pleasure. her tits bounce so perfectly when you fuck her with her favourite strawberry pink coloured dildo. she’s such a pillow princess, and her entire body shakes with every orgasm you guide her to. she sputters out many thank you’s, despite her hips already grinding down on the dildo again to get you to start moving. her pussy is creaming and overstimulated, but she knows that no one can give her pleasure quite like you do.

MINA goes down on you hard, unapologetically too. out of this whole list, she is most definitely the kinkiest. she ate you out in the bathroom of a pro-heroes only gala event, and your legs were hooked up on her shoulders, your moans loud as you came all over her tongue. calls you a slut, her slut, and then sprinkles in little bits of praise. can and will dom you. can and will finger you. can and will fuck you into next week until your name is the only word you can recall. her favourite position is when she lies on her back, hands behind her head as you ride her strap. your ass is facing her incase she feels the need to give you a nice smack, grinning eagerly as the slapping of your ass against her stomach has her slick coating the sheets below you. also!!! definitely one for scissoring, she just loves feeling your clit against hers. it feels a lot more intimate, and while mina goes hard, she knows when you need some loving too. when you cum together, panting and sweaty, she’ll kiss your swollen lips and call you a princess. because that’s exactly what you are, her princess to spoil rotten.

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M6 Sharing a Bed With MC

More soft fluff bc I can’t get enough. I took a more playful tone with this one bc it just seemed so right. Got a bit carried away too...(And if you can’t tell by now I’m a sucker for a really caring and genuine Lucio even with all of his quirks and faults) Sweet Dreams 😘😴

Asra🔮

Would have a lot of warm blankets and extra throw pillows with intricate patterns on his bed

Incense burning while you two fall asleep

He loves to cuddle so be prepared

Wants to be touching you so he knows you are there with him throughout the night

He can’t bear the thought of being alone at night without you like before (excuse me, I’mma go cry real quick)

In the winter you best bet he will be wrapped around you underneath blankets and have his face tucked in your shoulder

During the summer he won’t be as close but he has at least one hand on you

Mandatory good night kisses

A literal angel when asleep, you can’t take your eyes off of him 🥺

Catches you watching and teases you with suggestive looks and that classic playful smirk 😏

If you have trouble sleeping he has a tea for that, heck you’ve probably already drank it

If you wake up with nightmares he will hold you gently, whispering sweet things in your ear and offer a spell to help only if you want it

Nadia 👑

Sleeps on a tempur-pedic mattress because our queen needs her best beauty sleep

Tasteful silk sheets and a modest amount of pillows

She always sleeps in expensive lingerie changing the look according to the mood if you get me 👀

If you get cold all it takes is one word and she’ll have fluffy blankets and heating pads brought in

She’d love to cuddle but I feel like she’d wholeheartedly respect yours and have her own boundaries when sleeping

So if you want to cuddle she’ll cuddle the hell out of you but if you’re not in the mood she’s perfectly fine

As long as you’re happy, she’s happy

Talks in her sleep as she dreams (cute af 🥺)

If you’re having trouble sleeping you she’ll bring in some tea while she reads to you, one arm around you the other holding the book

And if you have a nightmare she hold you tight, telling you she’s there for you and no one will ever hurt her precious magician

Julian 🌹

First thing you did was make him buy a bed actually long enough for him cause he deserves the best and more

He doesn’t sleep much so he wanted you to pick out everything so you’d be as comfortable as possible (what a gentleman 😢🤧)

He assures you anything is comfortable for him as long as you’re beside him

Unless he’s out working late he will always lay with you until you fall asleep then get back to work quietly

Or if you’re a night owl like him, he’ll wait

Strokes your hair and plants a kiss on your forehead 😚 and then cheeks and then nose and then neck and then-

Trouble sleeping? Well, well, you’re in luck! He’s got a cure for that (just indulge him)

If you have a nightmare he will hold you tight against his chest, so you can hear his heart beat and feel his warmth as he sings a soft sea shanty

But be warned he’s got long limbs and sleeps like a starfish 😐

Muriel🐺

He’d want to buy or build a new bed with plenty of space for the both of you but you tell him you don’t mind the tight fit👀

Is worried he might accidentally hurt you so until there was a mutual agreement, you’d lay on top of his chest

He actually really loves it like 😳

Like Asra he worries you might leave him and disappear in the middle of the night so your body weight is a constant reminder you’re still there

Might actually get a little pouty if you get up (imagine that soft shit, I dare you)

10/10 chest, his tiddies are better than pillows

Would definitely have basic bedding and weighted blankets

He’s a fairly quiet sleeper but if you listen on a quiet night you can hear a deep purr from his chest

Looks so at peace when he’s asleep, you could paint a picture of him

He understands having nightmares so if you do get one he’ll give you some space until you calm down and when you are ready he will be more than willing to hold you in his lap and soothe you to sleep, stroking your cheeks and hair

Portia⭐️

This woman’s bed is the most comfortable and inviting thing you’ve ever seen 😧

Cute and soft patterns on her blankets and plushy throw pillows 🍄🌸

Even her pajamas are cute and matching wtf

How is she so cute, seriously

Loves to cuddle with you under thick comforters so it’s like you two are the only ones in the world

Pepi sleeps at the end of the bed

She doesn’t mind being a big or little spoon as long as you’re happy

Is a pretty active sleeper especially during the warmer months

She’s a living heater so the colder months are just perfect 👌🏻

If you wake up in the middle of the night from a nightmare she’ll fix you a warm drink and let you lay on her chest while she soothes you back to sleep

You guys have had a few pillow fights (I don’t make these things up okay)

Lucio🔥

A king sized four poster bed with silk sheets, fur blankets and feather pillows

100% the most restless sleeper out of them all, mad respect for you 😔✊🏻

Has probably accidentally hit you once or twice and apologized quickly offering to make up for it

Either a full set of silk pajamas or nude, no in between

Would definitely buy you a matching set

He’d usually sleep with his dogs but when you’re over they would politely sleep on their beds

He would be a living heater as well

If you can’t fall asleep he’ll tell you a story of his, filling it with dramatic and exaggerated voices and gestures (which actually wouldn’t help you sleep at all but he’s trying. It’s the thought that counts)

And if you have a nightmare he’ll pull you to his chest and rub your back trying to be as gentle as possible reminding you he will always be there ready to protect you from anything with his life❤️

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Mold Me New (1) – Taehyung

A Small Town Swoons story

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k

Genre: ceramic artist!Taehyung, divorced!reader, Strangers to Lovers, Fluff, Angst, Slice of Life

Rating: 18+ (for future smut and explicit thoughts)

Hello to my readers!!!  Welcome to the Small Town Swoons Universe! 🥰✨

In this episode: Introducing the reader’s backstory, exploring her life as a wife and then as a single woman who is slowly getting to know herself as an individual person.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: There are mild curse words, a bit of a sad vibe regarding falling out of love and getting a divorce, description of several bad dates and good ones that end badly, mention of getting drunk, mention of sex toys, mention of one night stand.

In case you like my writing, here is my directory for idol!AUs, scenarios and imagines, and in case you need it, here’s the Spotify music companion.

I forgot to mention, bc I’m dumb and bc we’re becoming one body with two souls, but this chapter (as most of the decent, edited things I post) was beta read by the magical @joheunsaram​ (she’s recently lost her previous blog and she’s rebuilding it, please go say something nice and YOU SHOULD FOLLOW HER SHE’S A QUEEN ,,,,, my queen 🥺✨)

Enjoy 💜✨

Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7 

When you fall in love with someone, the feeling is like entering a chocolaterie. The scent engulfs you, full and rich and sultry, igniting your senses, the heat making your skin glisten in a light sheen of perspiration, making you exceedingly vulnerable to pointless stuff, like the way your lover exhales. Or their hands skimming your arms.

At least, that was what your best friend had told you.

You had none of that. To you love was a daisy being twirled under your nose, sharing cotton candy, the smell of crisp apples, flannel sheets, the sound of dead leaves crackling under matching footsteps, a sturdy but shiny steel band around your finger suddenly substituted by a golden one.

That had been the beginning of the end. When practicality and simplicity had turned into conventionality and disinterest.

When gifts stopped being things you loved and became things he thought you loved. And then things everyone loved.

When love became a chore, that's when everything crumbled. When kisses became just a good morning and a welcome back, when there were no more laughs echoing in the kitchen, when leaves kept falling but it was your footsteps alone making them crackle, when flannel sheets kept feeling warm but still something was missing — because someone was missing — when suddenly there was no more time for fairs and cotton candy, when daisies became roses, Love stopped making sense. It stopped having a meaning for you.

You were no longer sure of the life you had built with the man of your dreams, the boy you had fallen in love with when you were eight, the guy who had walked with you across the corridors of your high school, who had made you twirl under the lame disco ball of your prom, who had gone through college finals with you, who had spent three summers making your hangout spot into a home, turning the small old shack into a proper place for you to build a new life together. He was your first kiss, your first valentine, your first time. He was the man at the end of the aisle, the man who would walk with you until the last of your days.

But one day he started running and you still walked.

Or maybe you were both running in different directions, no longer on the path to the same destination, your priorities somehow switched.

Of course, it wasn't his fault.

It wasn't yours either.

You had both participated in this small unraveling, and you had both expressed the intention of changing, of finding compromise, an in-between, without either of you actually making the effort of fixing your trajectory, small habits and old pet peeves pulling you even farther apart.

The attempts — multiple ones — were painstakingly embarrassing. There were tears on both sides as you wondered what had caused this sudden rift that separated you — except it wasn't sudden, only your realisation was; the crevasse had been there for way longer. Maybe it had started as a small chipping the very day you met him, and it wasn't until now that you realised how the small sign had turned into an ominous presence, and then into unfathomable, inevitable doom.

And then the divorce.

It had been disgustingly easy, both parties agreeing on the procedures.

You didn't want the house. And you didn't need it. He didn't either.

Selling it had been exceedingly painless, you had shared the money, since he wanted to offer you stability. He already knew you would both suffer and he didn't want you worrying about rent. He was still your friend, after all.

Going back to being alone scared you at the beginning, until you realised that few things were truly bothering you. At least there wasn't this ghost of a human making you doubt all of your plans. You could plan dinner five days ahead or improvise. You could go to the restaurant as a last minute deal. You could go on long walks without the 'I'm sorry baby, emergency' making you rush back to town.

It felt like a bit of a liberation.

And your family's bookshop was doing well enough, since it was situated near the college and it also offered printing service.

Of course there were bad days. Sometimes you woke up searching for a body beside yours, however that feeling had significantly subdued after you had gotten used to the new bed. You missed human contact, being close, intimate with someone, having someone who knows you that deeply.

And then the true nightmare.

Finding someone new.

You were genuinely uninterested in dating. You had given it a go and it had sufficed.

It wasn't your world.

How could it possibly be?

You had never dated. You had basically offered your heart to the person that has always owned it. It's not like you had any experience in that labyrinth that is dating. All those unspoken social norms and the pining and tension. You only knew the comfort of a warm hug, the beauty of a kiss sparking from innocence and affection and slowly turning into steady, warm passion. You didn't like infernos, you liked candles. You liked the domestic hearth. You liked moderation.

And dating was all about extremes, from strangers to 'I'm inspecting your throat' on date one. And then suddenly it's date three and the same guy who brought you to a pizza place and a diner is suddenly going out of his way to bring you to a pretentious, expensive restaurant as a way to propitiate the possibility of you dropping your panties.

You had allowed this foolery only three times. Apparently all the suitable suitors were either really prone to pushing the pedal or had a passion for tongue gastroscopies.

The first one, Albert, had been quite the gentleman on date one. On date two he started making inappropriate jokes with a heavy body shaming undertone — a bit cliché for the stereotypical gym rat. And on date three he had dropped all pretenses at politeness and had outright palmed your ass in public, which made you rightfully uncomfortable. As you pointed that out, he proceeded saying that after all it was your third date and it was time to loosen up a little.

You didn’t even bother staying for dinner, left a bill on the table and left.

No matter the first disappointment, you decided not to let that disrespectful fool slow you down. And since your best friend knew everything about rat headed number one, you allowed her to set you up with one of her colleagues after she reassured you he was nothing like the one before.

Except somehow he was. The first date was at the local pub, and you somehow found yourself getting along well, his jokes were funny and he had good timing, he was relaxed, confident but still a bit clumsy and shy. He could be a good candidate.

But that was before he pushed his tongue to your tonsils as he kissed goodbye.

You gagged.

On date two he admitted you weren’t exactly his type. You were glad to reciprocate the statement after he told you his dream was having four children and a farm, alluding to the fact that his bride needed to be the perfect housewife.

You were pretty adamant that was not the kind of future you wanted for yourself.

Candidate number three was a guy you had met while grocery shopping, and somehow he had impressed you in an absolutely positive way on date one and two. Everything had been perfect, he was kind, considerate and well-mannered. Date three had been innocent, simple, down-to-earth. And then date four. Perfect dinner at his place. He had made you swoon and he had a very pretty cat he was very affectionate with.

He was the first man you had felt desire for in a very long time — almost eight months after your divorce.

The sex had been decent for being a first time.

And then he had entirely disappeared and never texted or called you back, which didn’t sit entirely wrong with you. You wished him all the best but you were actually glad. You liked being you and doing your own thing: having someone too much down your neck, getting in a relationship, having to check in with another person again felt more like a burden than a win.

Maybe it was just a coping mechanism to avoid facing the fact that he had been someone you could have liked, someone you could have built something with.

You were a happy woman, and it’s not like you really felt lacking or incomplete, like some of your single friends felt. And you had no intention of starting a family anytime soon, no matter if your old high school classmates had begun popping out kids left and right. You were more than happy to live the teen and early-twenty years you had spent in a relationship.

You were getting to know yourself in a way most of your friends didn’t have time to — you could already see them going through a midlife crisis after their kids became old enough to navigate life by themselves, which meant no more need for overprotective, and sometimes borderline suffocating, mothers, who suddenly found themselves with too much free time and too little tasks to complete.

Knowing your needs made you a stronger, better woman, and solitude had gifted you a level of introspection and balance that you doubted they could ever reach; maybe that was an arrogant consideration, but you knew there was no way knowing and loving yourself would ever bring you to crying over disrespectful, ungrateful youth whose only fault was that of growing up out of their mothers’ plans.

Unfortunately, there was no way your family — especially your grandmother — could ever tolerate the idea of you not needing a man and a family to be happy.

“Oh, come on, isn’t it time for you to bring a nice fellow back home?”

You shook your head as you and your grandma took a walk along the river, the sunny March afternoon feeling way too nice to stay at home. “Granny. There’s no people like Grandad anymore.”

“Oh, darling. You’re starting with the wrong role model. Not even back in my days we had men like him. He was the exception.” She nodded to herself with a sweet smile, remembering the husband she had lost a few years back.

“It’s so frustrating. And after all that happened… You know how it was. We were together for years. He was the only one I had. I don’t even know how to do these things. And books cannot teach you stuff like that. The more you read, the more you realise that most of these men had never even seen a rom com.”

“Oh, come on, but you have the internet these days! Can’t you find him in there? You have all these phones and computers and everyone has them, there must be a good one in the internet.”

She always said that “in the internet”. Like it was a physical place.

“I don’t even want to look in there, Granny. There are so many dangers in there.” You shuddered as you thought at the funny instagram pages where the people posted screenshots of the worst descriptions. All the embarrassing playboys and the fishermen and the lame wanna-be poets.

“Right… How can you know he is really is a person?” She considered, patting your back proudly. “You’re pretty. And you’ve always had the most perfect bum of all your cousins. Just like mine!” She grinned cockily, giving a playful smack to your ass, making you laugh loudly.

“It won’t last long.” You said, looking down. Solitude scared you sometimes. Being old and alone could be hard on the spirit and you had a feeling that old hag you would curse your dumb arrogance and inconsideration. However, for now you were still somehow making it through. Your divorce was finalised almost ten months ago. You could still consider yourself just fresh out of it.

“You’re smart. And I’m sure you have a lot to offer. You’re a good woman, and you’re far from being too old. There’s never a thing such as too old. Don’t let yourself be fooled. Look at me.” She said. “I’m still living a good life. Herbert has left me but I’m still here. Walking. Cooking. Drizzle keeps me good company.” She smiled sweetly at the mention of her dog, a lovely large poodle elegantly strolling at her side, its light grey fur finely trimmed by your grandmother’s expert hands. She had been a hairdresser for decades: learning how to keep Drizzle’s coat had been a cup of tea for her and he’d kept her distracted from grief after your grandpa passed away.

Her face formed a meditative pout. “Maybe you should just get a dog. Or even better, a cat. You’ve always looked like a cat child to me. So quiet and focused, like you knew some secret that nature would speak to you alone. You were always so attentive as a child!”

You smiled and looked at the path under your feet. Drizzle stayed unbothered as a loud, angry dachshund walked towards him, barking annoyingly. You had never felt sympathy for that small evil breed.

“I think I could get a kitten one of these days. Or a cat, from the shelter.”

“I’m sure you’ll find it in the internet!”

“So we’re really doing the party thing?”

“Listen, baby. It’s gonna be your first party as a free woman. Real mind blowing birthday sex.”

“I’m not a virgin, you know?” You stared at your face in the mirror, spreading some moisturiser over your forehead, inspecting the small lines there. You shrugged and let them be.

Maybe you would spend your best years single and find a sugar baby in ten or twenty years. Wait, weren’t those called toy boys?

Who cares.

Maybe it was time to get the post-grad you had always dreamed of. You would need to check your bank account before making that decision — maybe finally telling yourself yes could be the real birthday gift. That is, beside the huge dildo waiting in your drawer. Not being attracted to men or women didn’t mean you didn’t like sex.

You just found it difficult to imagine being with someone.

“Darling I’d bet an arm and a leg he never gave it to your right. You just need a bit more experience.”

All you needed was a hot bath, some candles and a good book. No man, no one night stand, no birthday sex could possibly make you as happy as decent jazz, wine and a novel.

“Why aren’t we doing that wine tasting at the winery out of town?”

“Because I want you choking on cheap alcohol, having all the fun you didn’t have on your twenty-first birthday because you were planning your own wedding. And I bet you’re the only one who wasn’t fucked in the bathroom of the Wickhead.”

Terry could be incredibly crude, but you loved her nonetheless. You loved her even more for it. She had never hidden anything from you, she had told you even the most embarrassing details of her own life. And she had always been the kindest, most faithful friend: she had driven you way out of town when you were eighteen and your period was late and you needed to buy a pregnancy test without all everyone and their dog knowing; she had chosen your wedding dress for you, spotting it and telling you it was going to be the one before you could even see it. When your marriage had started crumbling, she had spent countless nights with you, keeping you company when your husband was busy with his business trips. Though Terry had insinuated cheating, you knew he would never break your trust like that, and she had decided to trust your better judgement.

You had simply fallen out of love with each other.

And when you had moved into your new apartment, Terry had helped you repaint the walls and build the extra bookcases and install the shelves and fill your wine stand. Before leaving she had grabbed an unfamiliar box from her car, placing it on top of your bed, opening it and spreading out a set of “single necessaire”, as she called it. A couple toys, lube, condoms. To celebrate your re-found sexual promiscuity, she had said, though you objected, it was hard rediscovering something you had never had.

She had shaken her head and left you to “familiarise” yourself with everything.

“You know I’m not exactly a party person, Terry. This will end badly.” You said, sitting on your bed with your back against the headboard, your legs stretched out before you.

“You can allow yourself some fun once in a decade, you know?” You could hear her scoff on the phone.

“But I do have fun. Book. Wine. Bingo!” You explained, rolling your eyes as the booed.

“Come on, do it for me. Do it for your single friend who wants to get drunk and possibly sixty-nine? Please?” The other thing wrong with Terry is that if you ever met her in person, you would face the sweetest five foot three and a half — she insisted on the half — human being you could ever meet, with pretty wavy blonde hair and wide, sweet green eyes, the most boopable button nose and a sprinkle of freckles on her golden skin. She literally glowed in sunlight and her flowy gowns always made her look like a goddess: you could see men fighting for her, dying for her and going to war for just one of her gentle smiles.

“Don’t you have a FWB for that sixty-nine thingie?” You asked with an exceedingly inquisitive tone. It had been a while since she last updated you.

“Dumped him.” She replied curtly.

You tutted before exhaling. Emotionally constipated people — what’s wrong with them?

“He’s dating someone since he was ready for a relationship.” Terry sounded a bit colder than usual.

“And you weren’t?” You asked. You felt your tone hesitate with slight concern. You knew she would just put up a wall and ignore your question.

Fortunately, she didn’t. “I’m not ready to talk about that. It’s complicated, Frog.”

She was hurt and wanted a distraction.

“Okay, Terry. We’re going to get rip roaring drunk this Saturday.”

The line went silent.

“You know I love you right?”

“I love you too, sweetie. Now go to sleep, you have an early shift tomorrow.”

The line went silent after you bid each other goodnight, your body settling underneath the sheets once you realised your eyes were fluttering shut  as you tried to read a few pages to put yourself to sleep.

Placing down the book, you hugged the extra pillow, settling your face in the corner between your sleeping pillow and your spare one, the heavy woolen comforter acting like a weighted blanket. You placed another pillow behind your back, making a soft cocoon all around you.

Yes, sometimes you still missed being hugged to sleep.

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Navi: Chapter 1 — Chapter 2 — Chapter 3 — Chapter 4 — Chapter 5 — Chapter 6 — Chapter 7

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(The sunflower: question one)

sunflower: if there was a door that went to a city that was a good representation of you, what city would it be and would you go through the door? - probably new york city because it’s busy and insane and chaotic and there’s always just so much going on and that’s a mood and i would 10000% take that door, i’ve never actually been to nyc and i really want to go

pink: sunsets or sunrises? - sunsets 1000%, sunrises are too early for me and sunsets are much prettier

freshly cut grass: are you an early riser? if not, is this because you stay up late?  - as mentioned in the last question i am NOT a morning person, it’s a struggle to get out of bed!! it’s partially bc i stay up late and partially how i’ve always been, i usually go to bed between 1am-3am 

journal: would you dye your hair if you had the opportunity? why or why not? - i have actually had my hair dyed every color except yellow and orange, if you wanna see some of the colors i’ve been click here! i love dyeing my hair though, it’s so fun and such a great way to express myself (also it helps ppl know i’m a raging dyke)

painting: in what ways are you creative? - okay so i’m a singer, actor, comedian, i write comedy and stories and poetry, i play trumpet and some piano

waves: is there one music genre you can’t listen to? - country, hate that shit usually, unless it’s like carrie underwood or songs about women killing their shit husbands

writing: do you write letters? if not, would you like to be? - i haven’t written a letter in a hot minute, it takes a lot of discipline and adhd hell brain makes it hard, i would love to tho

waterfalls: describe your perfect date. - a walk on the beach in the evening where we swim and hang out by the ocean then we sit on the beach and eat food as the sunsets, then look at the stars

freckles: what’s something that makes you happy? describe the first thing that comes to your head. - kate mckinnon deadass was the first thing that came into my mind. she’s the absolute best and such an inspiration, she’s actually the reason i do comedy, she makes me laugh so hard and when i’m sad i watch her to feel better or at least smile

dimples: would you rather be inviting on a hike or a night out? - night out for sure, hikes are fun and all but I Don’t Do Hills and am very extroverted and would prefer an activity where i’m around a lot of people

blushing: describe a rad person you know. - i had this teacher in high school who def saved my life multiple times, she was so accepting and loving and made high school so much better, she was so loving and supportive and it changed my life

watercolour: talk about something someone you are interested in can do that never fails to make you find them attractive? - tell jokes and make me laugh, laughter is the way to my heart and if someone can make me laugh that’s everything

pine: if you could only smell one scent for the rest of your life, what would it be? - the smell of the ocean but sadly i currently can’t smell shit bc covid

pink eyeshadow: pasta or pizza? - that’s a hard one but i guess pasta because it’s so fucking diverse

icy: homemade or takeout? - hmm probably homemade if it’s tasty and my moms cooking

rosè: what’s your opinion on shyness? - i mean i’m not a shy person at all, i’m super outgoing and literally 100% extroverted but if someone’s shy all the power to them, people just gotta be themselves and do what makes them happy. honestly most shy people i know are fucking wild as hell once you get them to open up to you

clouds: list your top 5 songs at the moment and how they make you feel - 

lonely - it makes me feel totally seen and just to have someone understand and vocalize what loneliness is 

drivers license - pain. pain. it hurts so bad and is painfully relatable, the third verse god....

champagne problems - love this song so much! singing it is so fun and taylor is so talented and the bridge is *chefs kiss*

i’m coming clean - a lesser-known song, it’s fucking fantastic though and makes me feel like someone else gets addiction (that’s how i interpret the lyrics)

talia - YES. GOD. YES. this is my go-to song to sing for people, it’s so emotional and the idea of drinking to stop being sad over a girl is a mood

silk: list songs you listen to for a jam - don’t stop me now by queen, bad idea by girl in red, pscyho killer by talking heads, truth hurts by lizzo, rehab by amy winehouse, teenage dream by katy perry, last friday night by katy perry, basically anything from teenage dream album by katy perry, lane boy by twenty one pilots, `post break-up sex by the vaccines, what’s up by 4 non blondes, just to name a few but i have way more

white sheets: where’s somewhere you would love to travel to? why? - hawaii would be so dope because the culture is absolutely beautiful and the surf there is AMAZING and i’d like to try it out

black nail polish: what do you do to pamper yourself? - watch my comfort show and scroll tumblr probably, i’m so bad at taking care of myself

hidden beaches: do you prefer to hang out in a big group or one on one? - either or, i love a big group because i love being around a lot of people and that’s really fun but one on one with someone you care about can be really awesome too

crossed fingers: using no negative words, describe your hair. - gravity defying and very colorful! i actually really love my hair, it’s one of my favorite physical aspects of myself

mocktails: cold weather or hot weather? - okay so hot weather if i’m by a pool or the ocean but colder weather if i’m not, i love the cold bc i am ALWAYS overheating and it sucks 

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Blight | VIII

BTS

Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers

Warning(s): none to mention

Words: 6.6k

a/n: She’s here!!!!! After literal moNTHs, Blight is finally is back!! This is literally just a soft chapter (bc it’s gon get rOUGH soon).  Lemme know what y’all think of this chapter! 

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Jungkook stood in his room at his bedside watching as you snoozed in the center of his bed.  Curled up in his blankets, tucked to your chin in comfort.  He chuckled as he ran his fingers through your messy bangs and hair.  

“Precious,” he whispered solely to himself.  Back to normal, but with every single memory, you were told he’d forget.  Though, he decided to not tell you that he didn’t forget.  He would act as though he was clueless of the life he was supposed to have forgotten about.  Pretend to not remember the moments between the two of you.  

Keeping the truth and this new- burning- emotion in his chest to himself.  

XXX

You stirred awake in the morning due to the uncomfortable amount of sunlight hitting your face from the window.  Groaning, you turned your back to the light and pulled your knees up, curling more into the blanket to get a few more minutes of sleep at least.  You sighed through your nose at the welcomed warmth when you heard a voice in the kitchen. 

“Well, pardon me for being disabled for a week,” chanted Jungkook’s voice in a hefty amount of sarcasm.  Your eyes shot open as you gasped.  You sat up, sitting for a moment before you heard him again.  “We have a break coming up, so I’ll be coming to visit.”  You kicked off the blankets wrapped between your legs and around your body like some cocoon.  Half rolling and half falling out of bed, you ran out of the bedroom. 

Going down the small hall to the kitchen, you saw Jungkook standing in front of the stove, his cell pressed to his cheek with his shoulder.  The sizzling of the pan in front of him was almost as satisfying as the scent of the bacon he was frying in it. Stood in sweats and a white tee, his back to you as you watched his shoulders move and his shoulder blades narrowed before widening again as he moved the pan in front of him.  

“Listen, if you weren’t such a pushover, she’d listen to you better.  She behaves just fine when I’m there,” he griped at whoever was on the phone with him.  You just stood silently in the doorway to the kitchen. He was talking normally, with the spite that he used to use in every conversation he had.  He moved comfortably in his home to where he was making food and wasn’t clinging to your side.  

He just sighed and clicked his tongue at the person on the line when he shifted his footing and moved to stand in front of a cabinet, swinging it open and grabbing a plate.  Setting it on the counter with a slight clunk, he turned the heat of the stove down to simmer as he pushed the bacon across the sizzling pan with his tongs once more. 

“Whatever, I’m hanging up.”  He took the phone in his hand, ended the call and shoved the phone into the pocket of his sweats before he started picking the bacon strips up one by one, dripping any access grease off before setting it on the plate. 

You panicked when he turned around, seeing you standing in the doorway.  You opened your mouth, no words forming. Only your breath hitching like a criminal caught in the act.  He just smiled as he waved you over. 

“Hey, I was going to go wake you up,” he told you.  He grabbed the plate of bacon and moved to the beeping rice cooker that you didn’t even realize was on.  Grabbed the two bowls stacked beside it he loaded them up and offered you to come over. “If you don’t take this bowl from me and eat something I’m going to be really upset,” he teased. 

“Oh!” You jumped as you walked to him, graciously taking the hefty bowl of rice from him.  He walked by you out of the small kitchen to the living room where he set everything down.  Rushing back into the kitchen and pulling two spoons from his drawer, he was soon pushing on your back to get you to move into the living room with him. “Jungkook?” You asked as he pushed down on your shoulders to sit you down on the ground.  

“Hm?” He hummed as he stepped around you and sat beside you, digging his spoon into his rice and taking a loaded spoonful of food.  

“What’s all this for?” He looked at you, spoon hanging in his mouth as he slowly chews. “You don’t normally cook, said you don’t like to.”  He nodded. 

“True,” he said.  “I don’t like cooking,’ he continued, “but I thought you deserved a reward.”  He picked up a piece of bacon, taking a nice crunchy bite out of it.  A murmured ‘ooh, crunchy’ under his breath as he ate.  “I heard from Parrish that I was a giant baby the past week.” 

You smiled, finally starting to eat.  As you filled your cheeks with rice or took bites of bacon strips cooked to the crunchiest of perfections, Jungkook watched you occasionally.  He danced a little beside you as he ate happily, glad to see you eating joyously. 

“So,” Jungkook started, “when the break starts, I’m planning on going home for it to visit my family.  My dad is apparently having trouble reigning in my sister,” he laughed.  You nodded at him.  It would be good for him to get a break and visit with his family.  “With that in mind, I was wondering if you wanted to come with me?” You choked on a piece of bacon as he set his bowl down in a panic and rubbed your back.  

Jumping up to get some water, he came back and you took easy sips as he rubbed between your shoulders and rubbed the back of your neck.  Setting your- now empty- glass on the table you looked at him inquisitively. 

“Why would you want me to go with you?  Wouldn’t the trip be to get away from the whole Master, Familiar thing? To get away from me?” 

“No!” He defied.  “I mean, you’re not just my Master.  You’re my friend too.  Besides, I want you to meet my family.  I think they’d really like you,” he spoke softly.  He knew that you could just go to Yoongi and Parrish if you were alone on the break, but he knew also that you couldn’t- or rather- wouldn’t go to your home.  He wanted you to be surrounded by a new family, his family.  He doubts he could actually voice that to you though. 

You sat with him, picking at your food as Jungkook ate slowly in nerves.  You didn’t want to impose on him anymore, but he looks like he might feel dejected if you said no.  You shoveled a spoonful of rice in your mouth as you ate in a silence that wasn’t uncomfortable but also was a bit stifling.  

“If you finish your rice in one minute, I’ll go with you,” you nonchalantly told him.  Looking at you, he blinked in confusion.  You bit a piece of bacon off as you looked back.  “Tick tock, flame breath.”  Never in your life have you seen a grown student shove his face with rice like a forest animal.  He was going to be the one to find a way to choke on rice and you would be sat beside him laughing the entire time. 

XXX

“You’re going to Jungkook’s house for the break?” You nodded as Yoongi sat next to you in your shared dorm after what feels like forever.  Sitting on the couch as you both snacked on whatever you had and watched some show in the background.  He hummed.  “He must really want to go on a trip with you.” 

“I wouldn’t say that.  We’re just going to visit his family.  It's not like we’re taking some vacation as a pair.  Besides, it’s as Master and Familiar.”  You nonchalantly waved off the obvious undertone of Yoongi’s teasing.  Reaching for a stick of peppermint candy that sat in a bowl on the coffee table, you scowled. 

“What's with the face?” 

“Nothing,” you told him as you bit into the candy.  Yoongi just rolled his eyes in a yielding action.  You were too much of an open book for Yoongi to read.  Keeping secrets or trying to hide anything from him was nearly impossible.  He wouldn't poke at you anymore right at the moment.  Your flushed face was louder than whatever sentence you could construct anyways.  Even silent, you found a way to be loud. 

The next two weeks were full of study sheets, practice exams, more study sheets, and actual exams.  Topped off with Jungkook planning the trip back to his home.  He seemed almost excited about going back.  You were shocked to learn that both his sister and father were ordinary humans.  He inherited all his dragon traits from his late mother. 

You were even more shocked to learn that his sister was absolutely infatuated with magic.  She often idolized Spellcasters- so says Jungkook.  He could see her now, trailing after you like a duck, going on and on with quick-fire questions about the magic she didn’t possess.  And if he thought about it too much, he grimaced.  If she were to hang around, he’d have no personal time with you at all.  

Thus he began devising plans to avoid her possible constant clinging at all costs. 

When the final bell of the last school day rang, Jungkook was up and out of the room faster than usual. Jimin looking at his friend’s back as he rushed down the halls; weaving between students and around the corner to fly down the stairs. Jungkook was standing at the doorway of your class before you even left.  Standing and talking with your teacher as some random Spellcaster boy laughed at Jungkook’s instant presence and looked back into the room. 

“Y/n! You’re Familiar is here!” 

Jungkook almost let himself snarl at the boy’s sarcastic, teasing manner of voice.  Instead, just choosing to glare at him instead.  You dismissed your conversation momentarily to look over your shoulder at Jungkook in the doorway. He took his eyes off the back of your classmate’s head before he waved at you.  You waved back, talking to your teacher a moment longer before coming towards him. 

Jungkook smiled down at you when you stood before him.  His smile reached his ears.  You rose your brow at him as he wanted to dance on his toes like a toddler.  

“Hey there, Smiles.  What’s with you?” You chuckled at him as you started down the hall.  

“I’m just glad school’s done for a while.  Now I can go home,” he chirped.  

“You must really be raring to go see your family, huh?” He nodded. It was true, he was pretty stoked to see his sister and dad again.  Though, the idea of just taking a trip with you was exciting enough.  So long as Yoongi doesn’t hide in yours or his shadows (he shouldn’t because Jungkook cornered him and made him promise not to).  “What’s Jimin doing with his break?”  

“He said he wanted to go to some town by the coast.  Apparently, there’s some cool cave with some supernatural history that he wanted to check out.  He’s a bit of a nerd,” Jungkook told you.  Yoongi had decided to just go between his dorm and his home with Parrish for the break.  Too lazy and tired to actually go and make plans.  You couldn’t help but remember when he was talking with Jimin on the phone a couple nights ago and giving in to some idea he was probably being pitched from the boy. 

You chuckled when you realized that it was likely that Jimin was going to drag poor little Min Yoongi out of his two main dwellings of his break. Jungkook was quick to snatch your hand and begin dragging you down the halls, stopping by your locker when you needed and shooting a warning glance at Elias who happened to be walking by.  Scurrying past at Jungkook’s glare, not wanting to start a scene for once. 

Jungkook was once again leading you off campus and absentmindedly walking the two of you back to his dorm, his hand still wrapped around your own. He was so busy raving on and on about how he was going to enjoy his trip home, he didn’t realize until he stood in front of his dormitory.  With you in tow.  

“Jungkook,” you gestured towards him. 

“Yes?” 

“Can I go home now?” 

“Why would you do that?”  Jungkook momentarily forgot that he- or at least to you- had forgotten his memories of the time you spent at his dorm.  You had already long moved all your stuff out and left his temporary school-home.  He panicked before he was concealing his emotions and putting on his front. “Oh, I guess you do need to get your own things, huh?”  He played off as he slowly let go of your hand.  

“That I do.  We agreed to meet at the station tomorrow morning at the station anyway.” With some chatter back and forth between the two of you, you soon dismissed yourself back home with Yoongi as Jungkook went to his dorm and packed before going to bed.  

The next morning, Jungkook was up early and pretty much flying to the station- hypothetically of course.  He’d never really fly to the station.  Simple humans would probably have a stroke watching a teenager rip wings from his back and take flight in the middle of a bustling city morning. He stood at the meeting place you both promised and waited an hour- him being way too excited and arriving super early. When he caught wind of your scent, he stood from the bench he parked his butt on and looked around.  Seeing you looking around, lugging a suitcase behind you as you searched for him.  

He smiled as he ducked into the crowd, hiding behind pillars when you look close to his direction and fled behind signs.  He even picked up a sign and walked with it to keep your eyes off him.  Moving around to be behind you, he moved to deliver a hot puff of steam on your neck. 

Squealing, you whipped around with your palm open- ready to hit whoever just breathed on you.  Jungkook ducked to avoid you, your hand whooshing past his hair as he now sat squatting on the ground, snickering up at you.  You just lowered your hand with a huff and dramatic eye roll. 

“Unbelievable,” you told him as he stood back up and waved in your face.  You stood cross-armed as Jungkook just shook his head at your attempt at pouting.  He finally looked at what you were wearing- a new sundress and sandals with a cardigan.  He rose his eyebrows. 

“You look nice,” he commented without filter, the words slipping off his tongue as he wanted to bite it off from the look you gave him after he said it.  You looked down and pulled on the fabric of the dress before you shrugged and patted it back down. It was summer, it was hot and it was vacation time.  It seemed appropriate to you- plus you were meeting your Familiar’s family.  You didn’t think a sweatshirt and torn up jeans would really feel right. 

The two of you were soon stepping on the train out of the city- pushing your way through the crowd of rush hour morning travels.  The train was crowded as Jungkook looked around for you to sit somewhere.  You were being jostled from the train’s jerks and some random dude behind you was looking at you in a way that made Jungkook irk.  He was soon moving you to sit on a free bench seat as he stood and held onto the safety bar in front of you.  Anyone who looked at you below the knees had a glare and a puff of smoke blown into their face. 

The ride ran two hours and soon you were stretching up from the long sitting trip and stepping off onto the outside train platform of the country.  The air was a far stretch from the city air and it was quiet.  A small ticket window was sat in a small building attached to the platform but not much was there.  A small antique shop and snack shop. 

“I didn’t know you were a country boy,” you jested as you elbowed Jungkook’s side.  He looked down at you. “You’re so cocky, anyone would think you’re city born and bred.” 

Jungkook shook his head as he was soon looking over his shoulder as someone called him. The old man working the ticket window had slid it open and waved to the high schooler.  Jungkook smiled in recognition as you just looked back and forth between the two.  Jungkook looked at you with a shrug and smile. 

“It’s a small town.  Everyone knows everyone.”  He guided you over to the old man- a friend of his dad’s.  You exchanged greetings and just stood and watched as the two talked.  The old man talking about Jungkook’s father and him replying that he was here to visit.  They talked for a few minutes before Jungkook was insisting to leave, having a place to be anyway.  

You bit back a laugh as Jungkook just sighed from having to keep his conversation brief.  Especially when it came to you.  Not every human knew of magic and myths. With Jungkook being from a small town like this, only a handful- if that- actually knew he was a dragon.  So, trying to explain that you were here to meet his family and spend a vacation with him despite not being in a relationship was tough.  

“I’m just gonna tell everyone we’re dating,” he came to a pouting conclusion.  You swatted his arm. 

“It’s wrong to lie,” you told him before he was dragging his feet.  

“I’d be the best boyfriend.” 

“Yes, because top tier means sneezing fire into my face.” 

“I’ve never- oh wait.  Nevermind,” he was about to deny the fact, but the memory of him sniffing some random potion you were brewing making him sneeze came back to him.  He then gasped, “that was one time anyways!” 

“You still singed my hair!”  Both of you bickered back and forth until Jungkook noticed the house just down a small path.  Elbowing your side, making you wince and rub on it, he smirked and pointed.  Following his finger, you saw a small farmhouse.  Well kept for the location being out in the middle of seemingly nowhere.  White with dark lining and a patio that rounded the front and left of the home.  Just looking at it from afar made you feel a sense of welcome that you hadn’t felt before. 

Walking on ahead of you, Jungkook took the lead as you were left to catch up to him. The closer you both got to the house, the easier you could see it and it wasn’t long before Jungkook caught sight of a little girl running back and forth on the porch. In return, the girl noticed the duo and when you got close enough to her, she shouted in through the front door inside. Then, she turned and started running at you both. 

Barreling into Jungkook’s gut, her head plowed into his stomach as she latched herself onto his lower half, leaving Jungkook a semi-coughing, semi-laughing mess. She looked so young, so small and it didn’t take a genius to know that this was Jungkook’s younger sister. 

“I missed you,” she pouted into Jungkook’s shirt.  He placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair that was as dark as his own.  “You never come home to visit!” She continued. 

“I’m busy at school, you know that, Lil,” Jungkook laughed out.  Pulling her back to lift her up, he soon held the little girl on his hip as she noticed you and smiled.  “Liliana, this is Y/n.” He leaned to whisper in her ear, “she’s a witch.”  Liliana gasped as she looked at her brother in shock and awe before looking back at you and giggling- bouncing in her brother’s arms.  

She leaned to whisper back in Jungkook’s ear, away from your hearing.  “She’s pretty,” she complimented.  Jungkook chuckled.  

“I completely agree,” he told her.  You stood there, arms crossed as you tapped your finger on your arm.  Jungkook soon laughed at, you clearly disliking being left out of the conversation. Jungkook introduced you both properly, sister to master and master to sister.  The entire time Lil was more interested in staring starry-eyed at you than holding any sort of coherent conversation a child could carry. 

She was soon leading you- more than Jungkook- inside to put your stuff away somewhere.  Lil was more than a bit impatient for you to fill her head with all sorts of magic tales and wanting you to show off your magic.  The fact that her brother was literally a magic half-dragon didn’t seem to really impress her. Perhaps it’s because she grew up knowing it. 

As Jungkook carried her back up the porch steps and Liliana talked your ears off, she was stopped in her wave of quick-fire questions by the call of her father who just stepped out of another room.  A red rag wiping off his wet hands he had just washed.  He looked older than he probably was as Jungkook smiled.  

“Liliana, let the poor girl rest.  You can’t just talk over her like that, you know better.”  Though his words were that of a scolding, his tone was nothing but gentle toward her.  She just smiled, nodding to her father as she wiggled free of Jungkook’s arms.  Running to her father’s side and grabbed his hand. “It’s lovely to meet you, Y/n.” You were unusually shy when faced in front of him.  Jungkook told you his father and Liliana were just normal humans, but seeing them and their smiles towards you- someone wicked- it wasn’t something you were used to.  

Your father never looked at you like that. And that made you unconsciously grip the arm you kept constantly wrapped up in a bandage because of the wound he inflicted. 

Jungkook nudged your shoulder, getting your mind back to where it belonged- with him. Leading you behind his back, he dragged you inside his home.  He moved you into the living room, sitting you on the couch.  He could hear his father and Liliana go into the kitchen, leaving him a moment to talk to you.  

“You okay?” He asked, leaning into your line of sight. 

You nodded, still adjusting to the warmth you received. Jungkook just smiled as he flopped down on the couch, throwing his chest over your legs.  You squealed at his quick actions as he lay on your lap.  Looping his arms around your midsection and hummed.  You floundered, slapping his head as you started scolding him. 

“What are you doing?! Get off me!” Jungkook chuckled before he started laughing, outright rejecting your demands.  Your flustered outbursts weren’t backed up enough with legitimate demands to trigger any sort of subjugation, so Jungkook stayed exactly where he wanted. 

The chaos was added when Liliana heard the ruckus and ran into the living room, seeing her brother thrown over your lap.  She gasped before she tugged on her brother’s shirt collar, trying to free you.  Jungkook only laughed at her lack of strength as he clung to you. His teasing towards Liliana only made your own head spin more. 

His father rounded the corner, hearing all the noise and just laughed to himself at the scene.  He smiled at the sight of his son laughing so openly.  He just let the children be as he retreated back into the kitchen. He didn’t even go back into the living room when his daughter started screaming at her brother to ‘put his wings away and bring Y/n back down’.  Missing out on the sight of Jungkook unfairly flying up in the corner of his living room ceiling, you in his arms as he teased his sister far out of her reach and you stuck in his arms. 

XXX

On the first night of the trip to Jungkook’s home, you finally seemed to catch your breath.  With Liliana at your side constantly until she was called away by her father, and also being pulled into a mental- sometimes physical- tug of war between her and Jungkook, you finally had a moment of peace.  Liliana had gone to bed, Jungkook taking her because, despite her attachment to you, she did, in fact, miss her brother and practically demanded he takes her to bed and tells her of his classes.  

You sat outside on the wrap-around porch of the house, the sky a rainbow of blurry colors as the sun burned brightly before it would disappear for the night.  You were exhausted if you were being honest.  Being around Yoongi and in your shared dorm wasn’t nearly as exciting and busy as this small farmhouse with Jungkook’s family. 

Hearing the door open behind you, you turned to see Jungkook’s father step outside.  Holding a small mug in his hand, he moved to sit beside you and offered it.  Taking it with thanks, you smiled slightly at the hot chocolate sitting fresh in the mug. 

Jungkook’s father groaned dramatically like any older gentleman as he sat next to you.  

“I sure hope Liliana didn’t wear you out too much,” he joked.  “She’s a little spitfire, but she does mean well.”  

You nodded.  “I know that.  I can tell she’s a fan of anything supernatural.  She kept asking me to do all sorts of magic for her,” you laughed. Remembering how she would get excited every time you did anything even remotely minor.  You were actually kind of glad to summon a bird for the umpteenth time just to see how excited she became after you did. 

“I’m glad to see Jungkook is doing well too,” his father said.  He pulled a small pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lighting one.  Jungkook told you he smoked, but he was doing better than before, not smoking as much and trying to quit.  It was a habit it took to when his mother died, and well he’s trying to stop. “I was always worried about him after his mother passed.  He was always on edge. He had such a chip on his shoulder and rejected so much around him.” 

You nodded.  You remembered the conversation you and he had in the mountain cave about his past after his mother died.  Going on a violent spree and turning on everyone and doing nothing good for himself or for others around him. 

“Jungkook actually told me about his mother,” you told him.  His father was shocked at that, knowing his son generally refuses to talk about his mother at all.  “He told me about the stupid things he did and all the crap he got himself into.  I guess he told me because at first we really didn’t like each other.” You snickered.  “I guess it wouldn’t be wrong to say we actually hated each other.  We couldn’t be around each other without arguing or shooting our mouths off.  So, it’s not hard to imagine when everything happened in regards to me, he got pretty mad.”  You picked at your finger, slightly regretting how repulsing you two were towards each other. 

“I wouldn’t guess that at all.  He seems rather attracted to you,” his father laughed.  “It’s been a while since I’ve seen him so carefree and teasing.  He’s acting like he used to when his mother was alive.  It makes me feel better about him being away from home.” 

“You think so?” You asked as you took a sip of your warm- cooling- beverage. “I guess we get along way better now.  It’s hard to keep track of how much we’ve progressed as a pair when it comes to our past.” You announced.  You smiled as you looked at your feet. “Honestly, I was scared to come here.” 

“Oh?” His father inquired.  

“My relationship with my dad is… poor.  My mother died giving birth to me, and honestly, my dad couldn’t care less about me, where I go or what I do.  So, when Jungkook asked me to come with him here, I was scared.  I’ve never been around a family that didn’t reject me before- other than Yoongi and Parrish.” 

“I’ve heard that women who birth a baby of magic lose their lives in the process. It must be hard, not knowing your mother.” 

“I feel like if I knew her and then lost her, it’d be harder than it is now.  That’s why I felt a connection with Jungkook when he told me.  We finally had something in common.  We don’t have moms anymore.”  You tapped at your mug as you got lost in your mind.  Wondering what your mother was like as you often did when she came up in conversation.  

“So,” his father started, “who are Yoongi and Parrish?” You turned to him with a smile as you drew your knees up, almost excited to talk about them. 

“They're my family!” You beamed.  “Well, kind of.  Parrish took me in as a kid when my dad… well, that’s not important.  But Parrish and Yoongi basically let me live with them and Yoongi is like my brother.  All he does is tease and push me around though,” you sighed.  “He gets in my den all the time, steals my candles and makes me his scapegoat when he’s late for class!” For all you knew, he could be in your shadow hearing you bad mouth him and is making tally lists for how many chores you need to do as payback. “Parrish is way nicer than his son,” you pouted.

Jungkook’s father laughed as you complained, yet still endearingly spoke of your little unofficial family. You continued talking to him and the more you did, the more he could understand just how you and Jungkook could hate each other, in a weird sort of way.  You two were very much alike in more ways than one.  So, the fact that you two found common ground and grew because of that put him at ease. 

When it got darker out, his father ushered you inside to avoid getting a chill.  Heading in, you found Jungkook wandering around as he sighed at seeing you.  Saying he was looking around for you; you just rolled your eyes as his father explained that the two of you were talking outside.  It had been a while since he had a good conversation with someone other than his young daughter.  

You were to be staying in a spare room they keep in the house usually used for storage, but had been cleaned out due to your arrival. A small bed, a dresser, and vanity with a closet that wasn’t much bigger than your own back at the dorms.  Though the small room had a homey feel to it and you openly accept the family’s graciousness- as you were half expecting it either book it on the couch or in Jungkook’s room on a blanket pallet on the floor. 

It was nearly midnight and you couldn’t sleep.  The small lamp on your dresser lit your room dimly as you sat on the bed, suitcase only half unpacked. You only pulled your pajamas from it, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt (honestly one of Yoongi’s you stole). You didn’t know what to do with a lot of your stuff, feeling out of it from the new surroundings.  It was a nice place, but so different. You were restless.  

Jungkook could feel it.  He sat in his room, uneasy as he could feel all of your out of place emotions.  It itched under his skin and he couldn’t sit still- much less sleep because of it.  He brought you here to let you breathe, but it was going to be some work to get you to relax.  He sighed as he got out of bed, leaving a shirt behind as he walked out of his room with only his sweats on.  

Heading down the hall, he knocked on your door before entering even before you granted him access.  Walking in, he was greeted with you crossing your arms on your bed in the dim room.  More or less what he expected.  

“You can’t wait for anyone, can you? I didn’t say you could come in.” 

“It’s my house. Suck it up, honey.” He chided as you just rolled your eyes at him.  He shut the door behind him, walking to you and plopping himself down at the foot of your temporary bed.  “Why are you restless?” 

“You can tell?” You anxiously asked. 

“Yeah, I think your emotions are rubbing off on me.” 

“Sorry,” you told him, tinkering around with your fingers.  Guilt in your mind he could feel in his gut.  “I’m just not used to this,” you waved your hands around.  

“Do you not like it here?” 

“No!” You rejected.  “I do, but it’s just too peaceful, you know?  I’m used to the busy dorms with people going in and out and banging on walls to shut people up.  Or, going home and being in the uncomfortable area of my father.  I’ve never been to somewhere I’m able to relax before.” You lay backward, flopping onto the bed.  “It’s hard to relax when you never have before, you know?” 

Jungkook smiled at you.  He reached out and pinched your leg- exposed by your sleep shorts.  You squeaked, kicking him in reflex as he laughed lightly.  He turned to crawl towards the window by the bed, unlocking it and opening it.  Sliding a leg out, he was soon slipping out the window.  He looked at you when he was outside, pulling his wings out of his back as he leaned back in the window, looking at you. 

“Come out here. We can go explore!” He smiled.  

“Explore? At midnight?” You asked as he only nodded. 

“I want to show you something.” 

You side-eyed him.  “What if you're pulling me out of your house to ‘explore’ only to murder me because you secretly still hate me.”  He rolled his eyes as he reached in and grabbed your arms, pulling you across the bed and soon pulling you out the window.  Panicking that you’d ungracefully fall out the window, you clung to the dragon dragging you outside. 

Moving you around, Jungkook soon had you sitting on his chest as you glared at his dragonesque form, your eyes speaking words for you as he just mocked you. Now held hostage in the air, Jungkook was soon flying off away from the house, not knowing his father was watching from his own window as the two of you flew off- laughing at himself. 

XXX

You had nearly fallen asleep as Jungkook moved through the night air.  Being cool enough to make you shiver, Jungkook’s body was like a furnace that kept you warm.  Clinging to his chest, you nearly dozed off a handful of times, only woken up at Jungkook pushing on your back as he held you.  It wasn’t long before he finally stopped his flight and settled you both in the middle of a forested area.  You sent him another weary look. 

“You aren’t actually going to kill me in cold blood, are you?” He just smiled at you as he sat on a rock, sitting you on his legs.  Not letting you move, he made sure his arms were around your stomach, interlocking his fingers as he sat his chin on your shoulder.  “You’re awfully clingy.” 

“It’s cold,” he said nonchalantly. 

“You don’t get cold, you fire-eater.” 

“Then, you’re cold so I’ll keep you warm.”  He said, too proud to actually tell you that he just wanted you close to him.  He sat with his chin on your shoulder in silence as you finally seemed to relax.  Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker before he lifted his chin.  He nudged you, who started to doze again. “Hey, don’t sleep yet.”  

Waking lightly up, you gasped when something glowing a warm yellow hovered above your nose.  Thought to be a firefly, you rubbed your eyes when it wasn’t a firefly at all.  It was a dragonfly, glowing bright and warm in the dead of night.  Soon, dozens of dragonflies were buzzing around the forest in a warm, yellow glow.  Lighting the forest like the dawn.  

“They’re a magically developed crossbreed of a dragonfly. Green tail dragonflies properties mimick that of a firefly. This is where they live. They stay away from heavily populated areas and prefer clustered forests where they can fly freely.”  Jungkook told you, more than familiar with the insects hovering around.  

“They’re beautiful.” 

“Do you feel better now?” 

“What? Did you bring me all the way out here just to lift my spirits?” You teased with a small smile.  Jungkook just plopped his chin back onto your shoulder, smiling at you. 

“Yes, I did.”  

You weren’t expecting him to be quite so blunt; but instead, battle you with sarcasm and teasing of his own.  Turning away from him, you were glad it was dark out because he would waste no time in teasing about your red face- you’d just blame it on the chill outside. 

“I wonder what you were talking to dad about earlier,” he told you.  “I hope he didn’t pry into your life too much.  He has a bad habit of getting a bit nosy.” 

“Just like his son, huh?” He scoffed.  “We just talked a bit about family, nothing much.  He said he was shocked you told me about your mom. Said you didn’t like to talk about what happened.”  

He only nodded, agreeing with his father.  He didn’t, but oddly enough he was glad he did for once.  The conversation and admission of his mother’s death are what bridged a common ground with you.  It’s what brought you both to start agreeing and communication in something other than curses.  That tragic happenstance is ironically enough what made him happier in the situation he found himself in right this instant. Bound to you.  

“I regret hating you,” he admitted.  Pushing his forehead into your shoulder now, hiding his face behind your back.  “I regret being so awful towards you because of who you are, and I think I’ll feel that way for the rest of my life.” 

“I’ve told you before that it’s okay.” It was the same words he told you back then- back in the cave. He shook his head. 

He moved his hand to hold your arm, your infected blight that he wanted so badly to ignore.  The blight that he may have been able to stop and maybe even avoid if he wasn’t so stubborn back then.  If he didn’t hate you back when it happened, maybe he could've spared you the pain of it somehow and helped with the entire Zaros situation.  Even now, even when the magic is settled dim in your skin- it still ate away at you and hurt you any time you tried to use your trade. 

“It’s not okay,” he whispered guiltily.  Tightening his hold on you.  “Even though it’s not okay, I’m almost glad I hated you.  I’m glad I took you to the cave and told you about mom.  If this is how I feel about you now, then hating you was worth it.” 

“Feel about me now?” You questioned but he only remained silent, not giving you the satisfaction of any answers.  You half thought he fell asleep as you just turned to watch the dragonflies again.  Jungkook remained awake, warming your cold skin before you eventually gave in to your exhaustion and slept against his chest.  

“If this is how I feel about you now,” he said again, in a whisper to not disturb you.  “If this is it, I’m so glad I hated you.” He chuckled as he slowly moved you to carry you, standing and disturbing the dragonflies around as he prepared to go back to his home.  “I don’t think I could hate you again if I tried.  I’m starting to like you way too much.” 

The next morning, when his father went to wake his son up, he wasn’t in his room.  Instead, he found Jungkook sleeping beside you in your bed, still half-dragon. Wings folded on his back against the wall and scales adorning his cheeks. Holding you the same way his father used to hold his mother. With complete care and ease. 

-TBC-

[daysiias]

{ zendaya ♔ 24 ♔ she/her } well, well, well if it isn’t daysia collins running around peach hollow. legend has it, they come from tangerine towers and have lived here for six years. if you’re wondering what they’ve been up to, i hear they’re a crisis counselor for a living. they have been known to be quixotic yet nurturing. a word of advice to them, always look over your shoulder. you never know who is watching. { kim ♔ 25 ♔ est ♔ she/her }

yall know me. i’m kim, i play serenity, and i’m one of the admins!!  this is my damaged but optimistic baby, daysia. ITS PRONOUNCED LIKE DEJA VU :’) i just created her in november but she so quickly became my favorite muse to write. so buckle up! and pls plot w me. i am fragile and if i don’t get any plots i will hide in a dumpster, where i belong.

TW FOR DEATH, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, CAR ACCIDENT

here is her pinterest and a spotify playlist if you wanna check those out ~

daysia jade, day, dj, deej – anything goes. she’s 23 and will turn her head to just about anything. she’s a spring baby born march, 1996.

her childhood was pretty good. she and her brother grew up a year apart, and her parents divorced early. early enough that daysia can barely remember a time where the family was hole, and likes it that way.

however, her father did not take the divorce well and turned to drugs – meth to be specific. he only saw the kids on weekends and even then, daysia and marcus absolutely knew what was happening. perhaps they didn’t know his choice of poison, but they knew that it was just that: poison.

he was never abusive and always took care of the kids, even if he was tweaking out of his mind. there were a few instances that were touch and go, like when he forgot to take dinner out of the oven and it caught fire, or when he forgot to change the sheets – little things that added up.

when daysia was 16 and marcus was 15, they were involved in a car accident. her dad was high behind the wheel, lost control of the car, and they hit the guard rail. they went over an embankment and down a short hill before the vehicle came to a complete stop, flipped over. she watched the life drain from her brother’s face, and never got into a car again, up until recently when she started letting @malcolmvramsey​​ drive her places she needed to go. she always tries to give him gas money, but he rarely takes it.

a good deal of resentment built up for her father, but she remained stoic, even when he went to prison for drug charges and the dui he’d racked up that ultimately killed her brother. she didn’t let anyone know that she was hurting, because she numbed it all. she threw herself into her school work and her artwork, painting constantly. melting colors together somehow helped her cope. she could get her emotions out on paper. in fact, that still rings true today. in her bedroom of the apartment she lives in, she has covered one of the walls in canvas and paints over and over.

in an effort to start life over, daysia left detroit when she graduated high school. she transferred to peach hollow where she went to winchester university, not wanting a lot of attention. this is where she really came to life.

daysia was able to push michigan to the back of her mind entirely, because peach hollow had so much to offer. the people were better. the music was better. the parties were better. the education was better. there wasn’t a single thing she missed from home aside from her mother, who she kept in regular contact with and still does. they’re always texting and facetime before bed every night.

she came alive. college changed her. she was studying a subject that interested her and meeting people who didn’t have to know about her past. she did, and does everything to keep michigan her dirty little secret. she liked the party scene, but only drank or smoked weed. she refuses to touch anything that might turn her into her father. she was even hired on as a crisis counselor for a local hotline, contractual to her graduation.

in the past month, daysia has plummeted, however. nobody would ever be able to tell. she is the queen of poker face, an absolute delight to be around. she can be a little aloof, and is constantly stoned, but it’s how she gets through the day. she is an absolute goof, loves to crack jokes and make people laugh. she loves to laugh herself. these are all traits that show and cover the inner turmoil constantly trying to bubble to the surface.

about three weeks ago, daysia received word that her father passed away in jail. he overdosed, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. so she didn’t. she did, however, stop doing school work and started drinking more. she’s mere days from flunking out of school and losing her job. but nobody knows, because she acts like she doesn’t know either.

all in all, she’s doing a lot of self sabotage but covering it up with every ounce of grace she has.

as for her personality and relationships, daysia excels. she is nurturing, so when a friend, or even a stranger is hurting, she tends to go to their side and comfort them. as long as she can make them laugh, then everything will be okay. she makes friends pretty easily, and keeps them for the most part. she is fiercely loyal and will absolutely scrap to defend her loved ones.

she loves love. there is no gender she isn’t curious about and absolutely loves romance, though she also tries to hide that. her walls are ten feet tall. she’s in to hook ups, flings, and polyamory. she’s very open in that sense!!

FUN FACTS

she has an english bull dog named frank!! he is her pride and joy. she dresses him up in outfits, has regular photo shoots with him and loves going to the dog park. he isn’t legally an emotional support animal, but that’s definitely what he is to her. if he doesn’t like you, she won’t either tbh

she has this lil purple pen looking thing that is always on her. it’s her weed vape and she will hit it anywhere. her dumb head is always in the mfing clouds

she has a spotify family plan that is currently only her, mac, and dom and she will absolutely invite anyone she meets bc spotify premium is something everyone should enjoy

wears a lot of graphic tees and jeans, kinda a tom boy. doesn’t love dressing up but will occasionally. also doesn’t rly like make up but DOES know how to beat her face

1000% unable to be alone for like any period of time?? like if she gets off work and no one is in her apartment she just leaves. she goes next door to mac, goes to the peach pit, anywhere she can socialize. being left to her own thoughts will always turn out poorly.

really loves poetry. cannot write it to save her life, but loves going to slam readings or checking out poetry books from the library. her adhd brain can’t handle novels – poetry is just the right length to keep her attention and dig into her soul.

oh yeah, she’s got some pretty intense untreated adhd lol

OK SO WANTED CONNECTIONS IF UR STILL HERE LMAO

ex-roommate: something happened between daysia and this person, whether it was a relationship gone wrong, a friendship with tension, or just the other person being a damn slob – and daysia removed them from the house and moved someone new in. they are probably on shitty terms.

roomate(s): ^^ the forementioned current roommate or two!! i would like her to be veeeery close to whoever lives here. they have to be ok with her dog, her weed, and how mf needy she is.

current flings: a few people are probably on her list of suitors right now. people she spends time with romantically, but hasn’t committed to. she absolutely cannot be alone, at any point… ever! so, she has someone with her at all times. m/f/nb, all good.

party friends:  this one is pretty self explanatory!! these are friends that daysia may or may not talk to outside of a party, but will always cling to at one.

close friends: she lets very few people all the way in, but those that make it are generally taken care of by day. she makes sure that they are as comfortable with life as possible and spends a lot of time with them

exes: as daysia is a ticking time bomb, there have been many people she’s blown off. whether they once hooked up, were together, or what have you, daysia has a lot of exes. she never means to hurt anyone. it just sort of happens and she has accepted it.

[daycollins]

{ zendaya ☁ twenty six ☁ she/her }  among the whispers around peach hollow, have you heard of daysia collins? no? well, let’s catch you up to speed. rumor has it, she’s been seen strolling around blueberry boulevard & have lived in peach hollow for six years. it’s good to have her around because i hear she’s a crisis counselor for a living. recent events must have her trembling because it hasn’t be long since everyone found out she flunked school. let’s hope they learned their lesson that the truth always catches up to you.

yall know me. i’m kim, i play winnie, and i’m one of the admins!!  this is my damaged but optimistic baby, daysia. ITS PRONOUNCED LIKE DEJA VU :’) i just created her in november but she so quickly became my favorite muse to write. so buckle up! and pls plot w me. i am fragile and if i don’t get any plots i will hide in a dumpster, where i belong.

TW FOR DEATH, DRUG USE, ALCOHOLISM, CAR ACCIDENT

here is her pinterest and a spotify playlist if you wanna check those out ~

daysia jade, day, dj, deej – anything goes. she’s 23 and will turn her head to just about anything. she’s a spring baby born march, 1996.

her childhood was pretty good. she and her brother grew up a year apart, and her parents divorced early. early enough that daysia can barely remember a time where the family was hole, and likes it that way.

however, her father did not take the divorce well and turned to drugs – meth to be specific. he only saw the kids on weekends and even then, daysia and marcus absolutely knew what was happening. perhaps they didn’t know his choice of poison, but they knew that it was just that: poison.

he was never abusive and always took care of the kids, even if he was tweaking out of his mind. there were a few instances that were touch and go, like when he forgot to take dinner out of the oven and it caught fire, or when he forgot to change the sheets – little things that added up.

when daysia was 16 and marcus was 15, they were involved in a car accident. her dad was high behind the wheel, lost control of the car, and they hit the guard rail. they went over an embankment and down a short hill before the vehicle came to a complete stop, flipped over. she watched the life drain from her brother’s face, and never got into a car again.

a good deal of resentment built up for her father, but she remained stoic, even when he went to prison for drug charges and the dui he’d racked up that ultimately killed her brother. she didn’t let anyone know that she was hurting, because she numbed it all. she threw herself into her school work and her artwork, painting constantly. melting colors together somehow helped her cope. she could get her emotions out on paper. in fact, that still rings true today. in her bedroom of the apartment she lives in, she has covered one of the walls in canvas and paints over and over.

in an effort to start life over, daysia left detroit when she graduated high school. she transferred to peach hollow where she went to winchester university, not wanting a lot of attention. this is where she really came to life.

daysia was able to push michigan to the back of her mind entirely, because peach hollow had so much to offer. the people were better. the music was better. the parties were better. the education was better. there wasn’t a single thing she missed from home aside from her mother, who she kept in regular contact with and still does. they’re always texting and facetime before bed every night.

she came alive. college changed her. she was studying a subject that interested her and meeting people who didn’t have to know about her past. she did, and does everything to keep michigan her dirty little secret. she liked the party scene, but only drank or smoked weed. she refuses to touch anything that might turn her into her father. she was even hired on as a crisis counselor for a local hotline, contractual to her graduation.

in the past month, daysia has plummeted, however. nobody would ever be able to tell. she is the queen of poker face, an absolute delight to be around. she can be a little aloof, and is constantly stoned, but it’s how she gets through the day. she is an absolute goof, loves to crack jokes and make people laugh. she loves to laugh herself. these are all traits that show and cover the inner turmoil constantly trying to bubble to the surface.

daysia received word that her father passed away in jail. he overdosed, and she wasn’t sure how to feel. so she didn’t. she did, however, stop doing school work and started drinking more. she flunked out of school and lost her job.

at the same time, she got into her first serious relationship. day fell hard and fast for her best friend, mac. their relationship started out much like a fairy tale. she wanted to keep it like that forever, but her addiction and ptsd took over. she tried her very hardest to hold onto mac, but he moved back to nyc with their best friend, dom, in tow. she still misses them to this day and finds it hard to keep friends like she kept them close. the littlest things will remind her of mac and she’ll start to spiral. two years later and she’s still hung up, but she’ll deny it to the very end.

it’s safe to say that when this happened, daysia crumbled. she realized just how many people she’d lost and how many she had -- and she didn’t have anyone at that point, or so she thought. she continued to isolate and stopped answering her phone, and within the week, her mother was there to drag her home to detroit for detox. 

she spent the next few weeks laying in the bathroom, going through withdrawal from alcohol and the various benzos she’d started eating like candy. things were bad. her mother never left her side, and after many na and aa meetings, after snatching pill bottles and miniatures out of her room for months, daysia cleaned up her act. she put on a healthy amount of weight, started working out, went to aa or na two or three times a day until she was comfortable enough to skirt by a day or two without one. she finished up her degree that summer and started waiting tables. she saved up every cent, finally having enough money and credit built up to buy a house where she really wanted to be: peach hollow.

after talking to her old boss, they agreed to take her back on as a crisis counselor when she moved back

so the newly clean and sober (aside from weed lol) daysia is living in a house on blueberry boulevard with @dawsonsawyer​

as for her personality and relationships, daysia excels. she is nurturing, so when a friend, or even a stranger is hurting, she tends to go to their side and comfort them. as long as she can make them laugh, then everything will be okay. she makes friends pretty easily, and keeps them for the most part. she is fiercely loyal and will absolutely scrap to defend her loved ones.

she loves love. there is no gender she isn’t curious about and absolutely loves romance, though she also tries to hide that. her walls are ten feet tall. she’s in to hook ups, flings, and polyamory. she’s very open in that sense!!

FUN FACTS

she has an english bull dog named frank!! he is her pride and joy. she dresses him up in outfits, has regular photo shoots with him and loves going to the dog park. he isn’t legally an emotional support animal, but that’s definitely what he is to her. if he doesn’t like you, she won’t either tbh

she has this lil purple pen looking thing that is always on her. it’s her weed vape and she will hit it anywhere. her dumb head is always in the mfing clouds

she has a spotify family plan that is currently only her, mac, and dom and she will absolutely invite anyone she meets bc spotify premium is something everyone should enjoy

wears a lot of graphic tees and jeans, kinda a tom boy. doesn’t love dressing up but will occasionally. also doesn’t rly like make up but DOES know how to beat her face

1000% unable to be alone for like any period of time?? like if she gets off work and no one is in her apartment she just leaves. she goes next door to mac, goes to the peach pit, anywhere she can socialize. being left to her own thoughts will always turn out poorly.

really loves poetry. cannot write it to save her life, but loves going to slam readings or checking out poetry books from the library. her adhd brain can’t handle novels – poetry is just the right length to keep her attention and dig into her soul.

oh yeah, she’s got some pretty intense untreated adhd lol

OK SO WANTED CONNECTIONS IF UR STILL HERE LMAO

ex-roommate: something happened between daysia and this person, whether it was a relationship gone wrong, a friendship with tension, or just the other person being a damn slob – and daysia removed them from the house and moved someone new in. they are probably on shitty terms.

current flings: a few people are probably on her list of suitors right now. people she spends time with romantically, but hasn’t committed to. she absolutely cannot be alone, at any point… ever! so, she has someone with her at all times. m/f/nb, all good.

party friends:  this one is pretty self explanatory!! these are friends that daysia may or may not talk to outside of a party, but will always cling to at one.

close friends: she lets very few people all the way in, but those that make it are generally taken care of by day. she makes sure that they are as comfortable with life as possible and spends a lot of time with them

exes: as daysia is a ticking time bomb, there have been many people she’s blown off. whether they once hooked up, were together, or what have you, daysia has a lot of exes. she never means to hurt anyone. it just sort of happens and she has accepted it.

[rhabakoli]

Targets On Their Backs

So, here it is, Part two of this HC by one of @dreamwritesimagines followers, bc I can’t seem to stop myself.  It’s about 2.2k words, 4 pages long, and it’s quite... something. 

Also, if anyone has a better title, shoot. 

Gala and Ubbe had moved Ragnars bed into the new room, while you were walking around in circles, holding you son to your chest and humming softly, trying to keep him calm and quiet. He had started fussing, when Eitr flew out the door. The bird had yet to come back, which made him restless. Ubbe sat on a chair, feet on the table and played with his dagger, his axe on his lap. Even you, inexperienced in war and fighting as you were, could tell what he was doing. “Do you think there’ll be another attack tonight?” He scoffed. “If there’s more than just the one assassin, they’d be mad to try. But I’m still not leaving until someone is here, who can at least throw a dagger.” “I can throw a dagger.”, you murmured. You almost accidentally hit your husband, but who had to know. As it was, you still were glad he wouldn’t leave. “Thank you, Ubbe.” 

He made a dismissing gesture. “You’re family. I can’t let anything happen to you.” Gala put the last furs on the bed and then came over to you. “Do you need anything else, before I go?” You smiled at her. “No, thank you, Gala. Get home and rest, today has been… well.” She nodded, gave Ragnar a little wave and was about to leave the room when Hvitserk stepped in, his arms laden with books. They almost collided but he reacted quickly, shifted the weight in his arms and steadied Gala by grabbing her shoulder. “Excuse me, I didn’t see you, Pri-” “It’s Hvitserk.” One corner of his lips pulled upwards. “I don’t like when you call me by my title. I’ve told you before.” “Yes, Hvitserk.” He lit up when she said her name and then went to put the books on your table. “You’re gonna stay here for a while, I thought you might like to have your books here.” “Thank you.” You noticed Gala turning towards the door once again. “Hvitserk, won’t you join Gala on her way home? I am not comfortable with her being alone after the attack.” He didn’t need much convincing. Gala looked at you with wide eyes, before blushing and pulling her cloak closer around her shoulders. Your brother-in-law motioned to the door and bent slightly at the waist. “M’lady.” Ubbe snorted and winked at you, when you turned to him. “Subtle, Sister. Real subtle.”

Ragnar was sleeping in his bed with Eitr, now clean again, residing on the head end of it. She was staring at the door, as if she was expecting someone to storm in at every given moment. You went over to her and stroked her soft feathers, kissed her small head and spoke to Freyja, expressing how grateful you were for her present. You stood there for a while, watching your son and your bird, and you tried not to think about all the ways tonight could have ended. Your son could be dead. Eitr could be dead. Hel, more guards and Gala could have been killed. Oh Gods, Gala. The poor thing had been through so much with you, already. You’d have to prepare a present soon. Something to express your fondness and how much she was needed and appreciated. Maybe you could find her another cat. Surely, Earl Erik could give you some pointers, perhaps he knew someone who had kittens. Then, something else came to mind. “Ubbe.” At you voice, he raised his head and turned slightly in his seat. “Who’s the best at throwing? Daggers, I mean.” “Ivar.” He turned around fully now, sitting backwards on the chair, one arm on the backrest, the other hanging over it, swinging his axe slightly. “Why? Do you want to learn?” “Least I can do, no?” Ragnar gave a little snort, making you look. His soft baby hair was in complete disarray, and you wondered who he had it from. He had a lot of it too. You wished you could ask your mother. “Y/N, do you think that’s the best idea?” “I can’t always rely on you all. At some point, someone’s going to get through, get to us when no one is around.” You straightened your back, raised you chin as you threw him a look. “You said it yourself: You won’t leave until someone’s here who can at least throw a dagger.” You shrugged. “And daggers are way lighter than swords, after all.” Ubbe laughed and shook his head. “You and Ivar really deserve each other.” “What, because it’s uncommon for a woman to handle a weapon?” “No, not for born Vikings. But they also can hold a sword for more than 5 seconds.” “I am not christian anymore, am I?” “I think you’ve never really been.” He leaned his head on his hand, tilting it to the side. “You’ve adapted way too fast. Maybe it was fate after all.” “Thank you.”

Ubbe turned towards the door, when you heard voices. Soon, the door opened. Ivar stepped in, closely followed by Bjorn. “Ivar, you can-” “I know what I can, and what not.” He looked furious. “Don’t try to tell me what to do.” “I’m not, I’m just saying, maybe you should-” “You should shut up.” Ivar came straight towards you, letting his crutch fall to the floor and pulled you close to him. Immediately, your arms were around him and you were pressing your face against his neck. Bjorn threw his hands in the air in a slightly exasperated move and shook his head. You peeked out underneath Ivars jaw, seeing Bjorn pointing at you. “Talk some sense into him.”

Then he turned, gave Ubbe a slap to his shoulder to make him move. At the door, he stopped, smirked, bent at the waist, with one arm stretched to the side and went after the oldest brother. After the door closed, Ivar relaxed a bit. He softened his hold on you and looked over the cribs sides, watching his son sleep. Eitr flapped her wings once and let out a hoarse croak. “Ah, I’ve got something for you.” You raised your head, surprised. “Are you talking to my bird?” “Yes.” Your eyebrows almost left your forehead at that. Ivar ignored you in favour of your bird, who watched his every move. Your husband conjured up a piece of meat, dark, juicy, fresh as could be. He lifted it, Eitr following his hand with her eyes. When he was sure she’d react, he threw it and watched the falcon catch it midair. “You… did you slaughter a goat just for that slab of meat?” He laughed. “No. The cook did.” “But you specially went to get it.” He looked down at you, frowning slightly. “Yes. She murdered an assassin coming after our child.” The look on his face turned grim. “I’d serve her a whole horse, if she was able to eat it.”

You slept awfully. Every other noise made you wake up in a panic, frantically looking towards the crib, where Eitr still watched over Ragnar. Ivar awoke right with you, always, pulling you back down against him, shushing you and stroking over your hair in an attempt to soothe you. Thus, you were exhausted and pale, with red rimmed, dry eyes. You could hear the guards outside talking, muffled voices and laughs. Ivar slept next to you, seemingless dead to the waking world. You slowly got up and went to see your son, who was just like his father. There was no denying it. He was sleeping on his belly, spread eagle in his crib, a bit of fur gripped in one tiny fist and drool collecting on the sheets. You weren’t saying Ivar the Boneless, most ruthless Viking to live, was drooling in his sleep, but… well, if his sleep was deep, contrary to usual... “Y/N.” You jumped, barely keeping in a yelp. “Ivar.” You swallowed your fear, trying to calm yourself. “Did I wake you?” “No, love.” He sat back against the headboard, raising an arm towards you. Quickly, you went over to him and joined him under the covers. His hand came to lay on your back, not breaking contact, even as you positioned yourself against him, arms around his neck and leg thrown over his hip, the other curled against his side. This way, you were eye to eye with him. “Morning.” Ivar nudged your nose with his, pressed his hand between your shoulder blades and kissed you good morning. He came away humming and a serene smile splayed on his lips as he pressed little, soft pecks all over your face and down your neck. “How is the little prince?” “He’s well. Sleeping, drooling, just like his father.” You squeaked, when Ivar bit you in turn. “You dare being this brazen towards your king?” His voice was rough from sleep, deeper than usually. He let his fingertips of his free hand wander up your thigh, pushing up your shift in the process. “I can do as I please, I am the queen, after all.” “Hmmm.”, he rumbled. “That you are.” He grabbed your bum with both hands and lifted you, placing you in his lap. “Ivar!”, you protested. “Oh, shh.” He took your face in his hands, studying it, tilting it from side to side and lastly brushing your hair back from your face. “Are you alright? I know you didn’t sleep well.” “As alright as one can be, after last night.” You stroked over his shoulders, followed his tattoos down his chest. “And I feel like I should ask you that question. You couldn’t have slept much either, with me waking you up all the time.” He shook his head, frown in place. “No, don’t you worry about that. I am more used to it.” He heaved a shaky breath, stopping your hands on his skin by laying his own on top of them.”Y/N.” The way he said you name, made you fear the worst. “What?” “I feel like it is my fault.” “What, the attack?” You were ready to launch in a long rant about his tendency to talk bullshit, when he stopped you. “All of them. Your poisoning, the tea-” His voice broke and he cleared his throat, as he laid a hand on your belly, probably thinking about the child that would have been your first. “The attack on Ragnar.” You took his hand, kissed the palm of it, silently encouraging him to go on. “You can’t deny, it’s been a lot, and it’s been awful for you, for the child as well…” He took a deep breath, eyes now glassy. “And I-” He clenched his teeth, jaw muscles tensing so hard, you were afraid he’d never be able to release them. “I think I should let you go.” “What?” You felt as if he had punched you in the guts. “How did you even-” He clamped a hand over your mouth, big, round eyes looking up at you, pleading. “A better man would let you go, release you from your vows, so you can go away, far away and live without a target on your back.” His eyes hardened before he closed them, hands coming to the back of your head, pulling you back down to him. Ivar breathed you in and leaned his forehead against yours. His hands fisted your hair, holding you close. You mirrored him, stroking your hands up his chest to his jaw, thumbs dragging over the bone. “I am not a good man, love. I can’t let you go, I am too selfish. I need you close, I need to know where you are at all times, so I can protect you, shield you.” It was no lie. He was too headstrong, too impulsive to be a truly good man. But he was good enough for you. He was loving, gentle, with you as well as Ragnar. He even bettered his behaviour towards his brothers. And that you told him. Your fingernails scraped over his skin, brushed through his hair, calming him, as it always did. “You don’t need to be good, to be right for me, Ivar The Boneless, King of Kattegat, most feared Viking of all lands.” He watched your face, hands now on your hips, simply holding you against him. “I don’t think sending me away would do any good. I’d be an easier target, even. I’d still be your wife, I wouldn’t have the heart to deny it. And why is that?” A small smile showed on your husbands face, before he answered what you’ve asked him innumerable times now. “Because I have it.” “You do learn, after all.” Eitr let out a coo from her spot over the bed, a sign that Ragnar was waking up. And true it was, just moments later his baby-blabber filled the room. He was happy and talk active in the mornings, making you dread the time when he’d be actually able to form words. “So don’t think like that. You might be selfish, but you are not at fault. It is the people who seek your throne, your misery, who are to blame.” Softly, you pressed a kiss to his lips and then got up. “The young prince awaits.”

**

Part 3

[heesgf]

Ship your mutuals with Treasure13 (or Silver Boys if you’d like)?💓

thank u for being so patient with me angel🤧🤧 i finally got around to answering this and just a warning omg sksks it’s ridiculously long!! but very very worth bc i love my mutuals more than anything!!!!💞💞💞 i hope u enjoy :’)))

hyunsuk 

im gonna start by shipping the cutest bby in the world with the other cutest bby in the world, @moonxlika!!!🤧💖 lika when i think of you and suk, i think about halloween omg?? like you guys dressing up and coordinating your scary costumes and then heading over to a halloween party that suk practically begged u to go to😢 tbh after an hour, u guys realize the party is kinda lame?? and ur like  ‘ಠ╭╮ಠ rlly u just did me wrong on halloween like this??’ but don’t worry!!!! because suk has got u covered~~he has lots of fun things in mind to keep the party fun and perhaps.. it mostly involves kissing uuuu hehe!!! and at one point, u steal the aux cord and start playing some real music and let’s just say.. u dance the night away uwu!!! (and maybe scare ppl when they come out of the bathroom but shhh u didn’t hear it from me!!!) 

of course i also ship hyunsuk with the world’s sweetest angel, miss sim @hyunsukmyass!!!😇💘 sim i know you’ve been studying hard for uni, so that’s exactly why suk takes every opportunity he can to whisk you away and help his baby relax!! this means bringing u beautiful flowers when u start ur studying sessions🥰 and convincing you to take evening drives with him when ur classes are over!! in the moment, all u really wanna do is nap, so ur a little bit hesitant, but once u see the beautiful orange and pink sky when the sun sets, and the way suk has his heart eyes completely set on you, u just🤧🤧 he really loves u to the moon and back :’))) and would do anything to see ur beautiful angelic smile!!!💕💓💞 pls smile lots for him MWAH

sam my bby @jehyoney!!!!! u and hyunsuk are my cowboy couple.. my crackhead icons🤠 u guys are that couple that are so close and comfortable with one another?? like everyone is in awe at ur relationship bc it’s so loving but also so funny?? u guys spend a lot of time watching cringey tik toks (perhaps recreating them….) and just!!! having the best time together uwu!! he loves u🥰 ALSO he sings old town road 25/8 and u kinda wanna kill him for it but also… he’s so CUTE u cant resist not cuddling him pls!!! sweetest bbys✨

noa

@forhyunsuk omg miss courtney!!! originally i was gonna ship u with suk, but u already know im that relationship’s #1 fan, so i thought i’d switch things up and ship u with noa the prince!!!😽💞 i feel like noa is that super smart and kinda quiet but SUPER CHARMING guy in your class that you’ve been crushing on since forever? and tbh u think ur being slick when u stare at the back of his head during class and drool or when u bite lip when u see his sweet smile!!! but guess what!!! hehe noa has known abt ur crush on him the whole time and he was so shocked when he found out bc he feels just the same way abt you??? when u smile and laugh or even just vaguely glance in his direction, he’s just straight up😻😻!!! one time ur hand brushed against his when u were passing out papers and his heart!! almost leaped !!! right out of his chest!!! dont tell him i told u but… he’s planning on asking u out this weekend.. bby he loves u sm!!!💘

tiyi my love @speckofglitter!!!!💕💓💞💞💝💘 i was gonna ship u with suk too, but i thought i’d be fun and ship u with ur model bf noa!!! noa is just so so so in love with you :’)) and he’s so proud of everything you’ve accomplished omg!! i think he’d love to sneak you off campus and take you on spontaneous night time dates into the city uwu✨✨ u guys spend time together at night markets, taking adorably aes photos (bc let’s be real.. king and queen of aes), dancing on the street and singing loudly, and kissing in the car!!! u guys are such a sweet and lovely couple and noa is just so whipped for u :’)) and his camera roll is literally filmed to the brim with cute pics of u!!! also.. sometimes u guys decide u want to give the world what it needs and sing beautiful songs together omg!!! ≧◡≦

mashiho 

@mashiho m i definitely ship u with baby mashi!!!🥰 hehe when i think of u guys, i think of mashi working at ur local bakery??? and u go there occasionally bc ur mom tells u to get that bread she likes, and u see THE CUTEST ANGEL IN EXISTENCE, and suddenly…. u have an intense craving for baked goods everyday???😉 mashi notices that u come more and more often, and he just grows the fattest crush on you? he’s always slipping extra sweets into ur bag and gives u the cutest lil smile when u walk in💕💓💞 eventually he finally works up the courage to ask u out, and ofc, u say yes!!! then u spend the rest of ur days being the cutest couple ever in the world, and it’s random, but u guys dance a lot together??? he loves teaching u moves uwuwuwuwu✨

@mashilove uyen my sweet angel, i ship u with mashi too!!!💘💘💘 he knows how much hard work you’ve been doing at work, and that it’s been stressful for you, so he loves taking out on little dates after work!!!😻 he likes to hug and cuddle u and poke ur cheeks!!  u guys have dinner and then drive out into the hills, and u spend the night staring up at the stars and cuddling💫💫💫 he lets u rant about work and you have lovely conversations!!! he always comforts you when you need it and gives u sweet kisses!! he loves u so so so much!!!

seunghun

maddi my bby @seunghunn​!!!!! u know that ur love for seunghun makes me the softest girl on the planet😢💖 seunghun knows it’s tournament season and that things are a little bit stressful for you rn, so he just wants to give u the sweetest n warmest cuddles 24/7??? he cares for u too much to let u overwork yourself!!! so anytime he thinks ur studying too hard, he quickly pulls you onto him (despite ur groaning) and he cuddles u between the bed sheets and gives u soft soft soft cheek and forehead kisses!!! sometimes when he’s feeling extra flirty hehe, he’ll steal a few from ur lips as well and as much as you’d like to complain that he’s being too clingy… sksksk u love it too much🤧💓💞 and he knows it too!!! sometimes when u cant sleep at night, he insists that he needs to sing u a soft lullaby, and instantly, u drift into sleep with him by ur side :’)) angel maddi, pls dream of him!!! 

vale, i ship u with ur sunshine bf seunghun too🥰🥰!!! @seunghunies it’s exam season for the both of you, so things have been a little stressful, and sometimes he can’t sleep well at night :’((( on those nights, he drives straight over to ur house, knocks on ur window at 2am with the widest smile, and convinces u to go get some icecream with him uwu!!! tbh ur feeling a little sleepy and icecream @ 2 am… doesn’t sound that appealing sksks, but he’s just too!!!! cute!!! to resist!!! so u hop into his car and kissing, and the next day, maybe ur a little more tired than u need to be but!!! u guys are so in love and it’s sOOO adorable :’ ) ))

angel christina 💞💞💞@kimseunghoney omg literally no one is surprised that i ship u with seunghun!!! u are a complete and utter sweetheart, just like ur wonderful bf, and u guys radiate!!! light!!! hehe when i think of u guys, i think of hun as that sweet and flirty boy next door that has a huge crush on u!! like he’s always doing cute things, like leaving flowers on your porch, and chocolates on ur desk in the library when u study!!! one time u confront him abt it!!! bc ur just so in love with this sweet boy :’))) he’s s OOooo annoying abt it like… ‘me? did i send it? hmmm…. let me think about it🤪’ but he so did!! and u KNOW it 😤 another time, u think you’ve finally reached ur breaking point, so while he’s teasing u, u suddenly slide your hands behind his neck and look deeply into his eyes… he’s blushing ridiculously hard and biting his lip!!! ur hovering so close to his lips.. and then u ask ‘did u send the stuff?’; when he finally gulps and nods his head, still biting his lip, u bravely move forward and kiss him. hmmm… let’s just say u guys have a new hobby….. ;) 

doyoung

@doyeongs j my sweet lil angel, i ship u with the cutest ray of sunshine!!!🌞🌞 u and doyoung are always studying after school at this cute little ice cream shop!!! and u regularly share sherbet together!!! he’s always doing cute things like holding ur hands, and giving u sweet hugs, and ruffling the hair on top of ur head💘💘 when prom season rolls around, doyoung shows up to ur locker at school with three scoops of your sherbet to-go, and a big poster that says ‘here’s the scoop: prom with me?’!!! and ur screaming bc, ew omg sO CHEESY, but also!!! doyoung just asked u to prom and ur abt to melt!!!! uwu u guys are literally the cutest bbys ever to exist and ur gonna have the biggest blast at prom!!! pls have lots of fun with ur adorable bf🥰

byounggon

bby ess!!!!💫💫💫 @ggoncafe hehe u know i ship u with gon, my love!!! i think he’d make the perfect date for u at ur annual arts banquet :’))) just imagining gon getting all dressed up to support his lovely gf… sksksk the SOFTNESS🤧🤧 he’s definitely gonna be bringing you the biggest bouquet of roses, and giving u so!!! many!!! sweet forehead and cheek kisses!!! he’s just so so so proud of u 💞💞💞 and he’s so excited to have an amazing night of fun with u and ur friends!!! u two are gonna be dancing and laughing and taking the cutest couple pics uwu!!! he’s just so in love with u,,, and it shows so much on his face when he looks at u and his eyes just pool up with love!!! everyone will be gawking at how cute u two are omg😻😻 angels!!! 

@bggon (taryn i was looking for ur old url and almost panicked skkskss) miss taryn ofc i ship u with gon!!!💘💘 maybe it’s bc of ur dark mobile theme, but when i think of u and gon, i think of bad boy! gon??? like on the outside he looks really tough and intimidating with his dark hair and piercings, and some ppl might be a lil bit scared of him, but then they see him with you and they just.. they drop that mentality completely??? bc LISTEN when he’s around u, his bby, he’s just so so soft??🤧🤧 everybody watches as his eyes crinkle with happiness when he sees u!!! and the way his mouth softens into a smile!! and he’s such a cuddly baby too :’((( how could he be scary when he’s so lovely with u omg… 

lastly i ship gon with aurora @constantlytiiired 💞💞💞 aurora ur so sweet and kind and caring, and i just feel like gon would never want to be away from you?? like when he’s recording in the studio, or travelling places, he always wants to call u and just hear ur voice!!! it helps him fall asleep at night🥰 and he loves to leave u sweet little love notes around ur house, so that when u wake up, u can feel how much he loves u immediately!! uwu he always wants to give u that warmest hugs and just :’)) he’s so soft for u

yedam

my baby sugarplum dara @yeetdam ✨✨✨!!!! hnnnggg i have to ship u with [red.] first because ur!!! my!! angel!! you and yedam are those people that are literally head over heels in love for one another, but for some reason, always denying it??? like ur so soft and starry eyed for him, and yet, it always seems to come out in an insult or two??? hehe oops😚💖 not that yedam ever minds tho, because he’s just so whipped for u, his little bby!!! tbh every time u try and deflect ur love for him, he couldn’t be bothered, and instead just wants to engulf u in the tightest hug and smooch ur cute lil head!!! and ofc.. u blush bc he’s so c u t e pls!!! once u guys finally straighten out ur feelings and realize that ur THAT couple; u guys are bursting with love for one another and everyone can tell omg!!! also… the best couple outfits EVER.. i know it

@yedarnit micro u are literally yedam’s perfect match, i swear it!!!🤧🤧 u guys are the most charismatic, and lovable, and musical couple to ever exist omg!!! yedam is ALWAYS at ur shows whenever ur performing, and u better believe he has the biggest bouquet of flowers, along with the biggest SMILE you’ve ever seen💖⭐️💝💓💕💞 he’s shouting and laughing and maybe even tearing up at the end??? god,, he loves u!!! and of course, ur the exact same way with him :’)) whenever he has a music show, ur sure to be in the front row with ur camera, and he can’t help but feel his heart swell with love when he sees u so starstruck (◠﹏◠✿) best bbys!!! 

soh u might run away from this but LISTEN u and yedam…. that’s some good shit @ygteasure❣️❣️❣️ i know u said prom was a little bit lame, so i guess it’s a good thing that u and yedam ditch early to go out on a spontaneous night time beach date????😻 u guys sit in the sand with ur fancy clothes and u lay ur head softly on his shoulder,, and tbh he was gonna be a drama queen and be like… ‘soh.. are u really putting ur head on my shoulder rn?? is this rlly happening?’ but he decides u look way too cute in this moment, and he doesn’t want to ruin anything, so instead he just smiles to himself, and wraps his arm over your shoulder, pulling u closer💞💞💞 u guys talk for hours and have so many heart to hearts… he’s so in love with u!!! and u may not admit it but we know u are too uwu :’)))

jihoon

my sweet baby angel izzy mWAH😚✨ @glossyedam i had to ship u with someone that was just as bright and kind hearted as u, and that person is jihoon!!!! jihoon knows that ur working so hard around the clock for school, and exam season is approaching, so he always want to make sure ur feeling happy and taking care of urself🥰💝💝 u can always catch him visiting u at school with food and sweets and his hoodies!!! he wants u to be well fed and smiley and warm hehe!!! also jihoon is King of the Class Clowns, so he’s never not telling u jokes to make u laugh!! even if it means embarrassing himself in front of ur whole school sskkssk!!! ur his sweet angel and he can never give u enough cheek kisses.. u guys are everything,, and even though ur school principal sees jihoon and is sometimes😤, they get over it bc u two are so lovely!!!(*^ -^*)

yoonbin

@yoonbins kara… my best bitch… my ICON.. i have to ship u with mr yoonbin bc that’s the cutest shit ever!!!!💖⭐️💝💓💕💞 u two are tall bbys!!! and the energy u emit omg….the most badass visual LEGENDS, literally everyone and their mom wishes they could compete!!!! i feel like u and bin on the outside would have a very bff like relationship, with lots of laughing and inside jokes and banter! and i think ur couple-y interactions in public would be very subtle bc u guys dont wanna go overboard, but uwu, behind closed doors, ha yoonbin is cuddliest baby ever!!! and u are ready to accept all the softness🤧 u two are just so in sync?? and even though u aren’t the most lovey dovey couple, everyone knows ur dating bc ur just so attune with each other✨  ilu!!! 

keita 

keita isn’t a silver boy, nor is he in treasure 13, but i want to ship him with the lovely ari @shibrs😽💞 ari, u and keita are the fluffliest couple!!! i can see u guys going on sweet little study dates in the library, and keita just loves to hear u talk, so he likes to lean onto your shoulder and shut his eyes and listen to u talk about ur day!! other times, he’s very boisterous and giggly and his mission of the day is to get u laughing just as loudly with him and omg.. let’s just say there have been more than a few instances in which you two have been kicked out of the library!!! u pretend to be mad sometimes but he’s just .. so.. cUTE !! and when he kisses ur cheek and hugs ur side.. how can u be mad?!🤧

asahi

@multyfan1458 krystal this might be random but u and asahi would be so cute together omg???💖💖 he loves to shower u with love and affection ahh!!! i imagine him taking u out on study dates at different cafes :’)) and he just loves to converse with u abt literally anything.. like just talking to u fills him with happiness!! and he loves to do cute and heart warming things, like brushing the hair from ur face, or wiping the whipped cream by your lips😭😭 u guys would be adorable! 

haruto 

my ray of sunshine niki, i ship u with haru @waharuto!!💓💕💞 when i think of you two, i immediately think of summer time dates together omg!!! i feel like the two of you would love to dress up and head down to the beach :’))) and then you’d share icecream, or swim a bit!!! maybe he’d try and piggyback u and throw u into the water but it’s all in good fun hehe >.

junkyu

@koala-junkyu b i have to ship you with kyu because u two would be the loveliest couple!!!!🥰🥰 whenever ur studying hard, junkyu is sure to come bring u the warmest blanket he can find and wrap it tightly around ur body!!! bc the last thing he wants is his bby to feel cold :’((( he’s always bring u ur favourite foods and snacks, and coffee when u need it desperately!!! he loves u so so so much💞💞💞 and he makes sure u never forget it by giving u the warmest hugs and kisses!!! 

[urichannie]

〘boyfriend baekhyun moodboard ❆ christmas ❆ edition!〙

| chanyeol | sehun (soon) |

yo where do i even begin with this man

a welsh corgi trapped inside a 26 year old man’s body

holidays with baekhyun is just,,, pure bliss

ok basically whatever season it is as long as you’re with this crackhead, you’re happy

but christmas + baek is something else 

who even is mariah carey bih we only know a bbh

aaaanyway

bf! baek’s hype level will be up ^ there from dec 1 until new year

this cutie will be extra enthusiastic bc of the holidays

and the fact that he’ll be spending it with you, his world

skskjsjhs he treats you like you’re his world okay he won’t be able to function without your presence

or at least it will be very hard for him

that’s why whenever he’s not able to spend the night with you, he’ll video call you 

“Jagi, can’t you go here? ' ^ ' The space is so big and i’m not used to it. The sheets are spotless and fragrant too. Just like how you wanted, you neat freak.” he said not too loud, almost sounding like an asmr, but loud enough for you to hear his sincerity 

“Don’t you have your PC there? Go cover the empty space with it. You have my permission.” you reply in a teasing tone, causing him to shriek 

“Ayh you, how many times do I have to tell you that I love you more than my pc??”

but when you are to spend the night with him,,

boi

he’ll prep himself for the whole night 

and by prep i mean be highly caffeinated 

this pup can sumtimes tend to be lil sleepy so he made sure he’ll not sleep on you this time

In times that you didn’t cook food, he’ll bring full course meal and snacks for the both of you, making sure that he will not have to go out anymore to buy anything

but what is baek without games, right?

expect battles every night whether it’s through PSP, Nintendo, VR, PC, or even phone

being in a relationship with him means having to try all the games he plays

and impossible it may seem to you, but your interest in it will grow

explains why you two are shouting at each other at 10:00 pm

either celebrating your victory in League of Legends, or blaming each other for the defeat

can also be yelling by instructing each other where the enemy is as you both play PUBG through your phones

and after your gaming session, you’ll snack in to the food he brought, quickly and quietly, no conversations in between

this guy eats so well have you seen him eat kaskjkds i want to give him all the food in the world and just stare at him as he eats and so are you

you two will then get ready for bed after that

and maybe brush each other’s teeth and laugh midway everything he is just happy to be spending the night with you okur 

and slop yourselves to bed the second after you both dress in your pjs

and pretty much talk about everything, anything, even the silliest thing you could ever think of

boi he clingy, always always touching you

there can be surprise tickle fights too this man is too in love with u

tickle fights will end by you two catching your breaths from laughing so much

and you both will now finally  try to get each other to sleep

all wrapped up in clean and warm comforter, squeezing your bodies together in the middle of the queen sized bed bc you two are cold and you just love each other very much dskhdhs

he’d play his favorite laid back songs through his phone

u in his  a   r   m   s

boy he may be a smol puppy but this man has been gifted a whole ass 50 cm wide shoulders u can his upper proportion ur habitat

HE WILL FREAKING SERENADE U TO SLEEP 

and once he believe u’ve fallen asleep, he’ll start whispering sweet words to you as he plays with your hair and eyelashes, tracing your face with his fingertips (fingertips that u envy of)

phrases he doesn’t have the balls to tell you when you’re conscious

his sweet words will wake the heck out of the butterflies in your stomach

and that will make you hard to pretend you’re asleep

so you take your arms off his waist and wrap it all over his neck

fully aware that u’ll get to be really close to his face, or ears rather as what you’ve planned

“I heard everything, silly.” you softly whisper to his ears

which caused him to pull you even closer to him and let go a deep chuckle

“I know, kitten. Your acting as if you’re asleep was awful.”

bitch can i fucking cry i am so jealous of whom i wrote

➵ this is a request by @92byunie (hi babe! thankyou for requesting~ I hope you liked it. ♡) also tagging @g-exo [my co-whipped hoe for mr. byun].

➵ send in asks for moodboard requests! [ exo member + theme ]

➵ asks are open too for literally anything, i just want to talk and interact before i go hiatus again this january :c

[beanabouttown]

do you have any super fluffy flinthamilton fic recs? its one of /those/ days

do i EVER (yes, yes i do) 

super fuffy fic rec list down below! (since you said flinthamilton i have only included james/thomas fic, but let me know if you want some fluffy flinthamiltons fic and i can direct you towards some good stuff!) 

Like a ghost. by LittleHouseMouse

It’s the first morning on the plantation after the reunion and Thomas Hamilton is awoken by a sound.

it’s short but sweet and im always here for fic about the first time james and thomas wake up together after the reunion 

I Want To Take Care Of You by Magnetism_bind

James is ill and Thomas just wants to look after him.

post-reunion fluff! flashback to london-era fluff! this fic just makes me happy, and it’s got thomas reading to james, which is always a good thing

Moments by TheAssassinsGhost

“'I can’t believe the days turned into years. I hate to see the moments disappear…‘”

15,743 words, 4 chapters, one of my all-time favourites! various snap-shots into james and thomas’ life after leaving the plantation 

Reorienting by Palebluedot

“Thomas grabs ahold of his holy apparition with both hands and keeps him there, draws him nearer. Let them hold each other until they both bruise, he thinks fiercely, for tenderness needn’t always step light. Love owes them kind wounds.” 

this fucking fic - it’s one of those ‘oh god this is the best fic i’ve read in weeks’ fics. im going to rec a lot of audrey’s fics and they are all as good as this one

Too Fondly to be Fearful by Palebluedot

“A hint of youthful mischief blooms in Thomas’s crow’s-feet as he brushes their toes together beneath the bedcovers. 

“Fancy a moment’s fresh air?”James grins. 

Outside, the scent of the roses hangs heavy as perfume, mixes sweet with every breath of cool night breeze. Thomas settles next to him on the step, barefoot and smiling, his arm warm around James’s waist.” 

james and thomas stargazing in the middle of the night, post-reunion. it’s fucking beautiful and i love it so much 

Things That Grow by Palebluedot

“Weeding, pruning, watering – though the tasks seem never-ending, it’s pleasant, welcome labor, working at a gentle pace, James’s voice as constant as the sun on his back, the sweetness of the roses he tends.

~+~+~+~+~

Something of a companion piece to “Too Fondly to be Fearful,” but can easily be read separately.”

james reading to thomas! happy post-reunion fluff! 

Pathos and Logos by Palebluedot

He should have been on his way ten lost minutes ago. With a sigh, with a parting kiss to the corner of Thomas’s mouth, James at last rises, and the sheets wind tight around his legs. The mattress dips behind him just as his feet brush the floor, and unseen fingers loosely encircle his wrist, keep him perched on the edge of the bed just long enough for a clinging shadow to press against his back, hold him fast about the waist.

“Stay a moment longer,” comes the sweet whisper in his ear.

happy London-era fluff - thomas trying to stop james leaving the bed. the first day this fic was posted i read it something like ten times 

Tactile by Palebluedot

“When Thomas opens his eyes, they stare and stare and seem to shine. “I wondered often how this might look,” he murmurs, pushing an errant lock behind James’s ear, fingers tracing over the shell. He looks down at James, adoration writ plain across his face, warm as the candlelight, and this is all still so strange to James, so new.

~+~+~+~

Inspired by bean-about-townn’s post: “Imagine the first time Thomas sees James’ hair out of its ribbon” and a related conversation with blanketed_in_stars.”

okay basically i should just say at this point that audrey (@brightbluedot) is the queen of fluff

Homecoming by Palebluedot

“That smile grows, and Thomas shall never find the strength to disentangle himself now, so he holds on all the tighter – three months, three months stranded with only the memory of James’s face, God only knows how he survived. But no matter. Now that he’s home, Thomas intends nothing less than to reclaim each and every intimacy the sea stole from them.”

look. if you just ignore the fact that thomas is taken away to bethlem right after this, it’s the fluffiest fic you are ever going to read in your life. 

…but if you read it with that in mind, then it will break your heart. so be warned!

Something Old by Palebluedot 

““Do you remember the first time I brought you home for Christmas?”

“The only time, you mean.”

Thomas grins, eyes sparkling with a fondness James doesn’t recall that battlefield of a holiday deserving. “Fifteen years later, that’s still one of my favorite memories of you.””

modern au fluff after james and thomas get married! 

Eye of the Beholder by Palebluedot

“Open your eyes for me, love,” Thomas reminds him, voice husky, and when he does, the first thing he sees is Thomas’s reflected grin, hungry as the gaze that caresses every inch of skin from James’s parted, panting lips down to his flushed and leaking cock. “Just look at you,” he sighs in James’s ear before he trails imprecise, open-mouthed kisses back down to James’s throat.

~~~

alternatively, that time bean was like “so what if they fucked in front of a mirror” and I was like “shit what if they DID”

i still maintain that this 100% happened at least once. (porn. really, really amazingly written porn. and so very fluffy) 

A Stranger at his Door by theflowercrownedking

“Silver comes looking for Flint. Thomas answers the door.” 

not one for fans of silver, and i fucking love it. thomas is clever, thomas isn’t expected to forgive silver for selling james into slavery and leaving them both in the plantation, and it ends with james and thomas snuggled up together in bed. what’s not to love? (i saw this fic just when i went to go through my bookmarks on ao3 to make this list, and im gonna be honest with you anon, i read it twice through before i could get back to putting together these recs)

Keeping him Safe by theflowercrownedking

“In which James manages to keep his werewolf nature a secret, right up until the moment he has a nightmare and shifts in Thomas’ arms.” 

i mean there’s some angst when it changes to james’ pov, but thomas, as always, is a ray of sunshine who illuminates james’ tragic life and it’s beautiful 

The Throes of Fever by theflowercrownedking

“In which James is feverishly sick, and convinced Thomas is an angel sent to care for him.” 

…i went to try and find a quote to put here to show how wonderful this fic is, but. it was all so good i couldn’t pick a single thing, which means you will just have to take my word for it!

Cache of Gems: Tumblr Ficlets by AstronautSquid

“An ongoing collection of the occasional short scenes I write for tumblr.

Varying ratings, check the chapter title!” 

second chapter is brilliant porn, but the first chapter is fluff and i love it so much - and only partly bc it’s a little bit my fault 

i am absolutely happy to read fic of James just staring at the back of Thomas’ head for an hour. who isn’t?? 

kinky nsfw ficlet 1 by @complaininginthedark

Anonymous asked: for the kink thing - cockwarming, if youre into it? your writing is amazing btw

aaahhhhh thank you so much!!!! I’ve already played with the idea of cock warming for these two simply because I think James is a little touch starved most of the time and is easily overwhelmed and needs grounding a lot. So here is my take on it.

it’s so very fluffy and i love it 

“I’ll keep you safe” by @complaininginthedark

bean-about-townn asked: ooh, 66 (“I’ll keep you safe”) for flinthamilton, which would. also be great for aftercare after the reunion (sorry im obsessed with the concept now. ur last fic was too good i can’t stop thinking about it)

aaaaaaaaah i prompted this and it’s still one of my favourite bits of writing in the fandom 

Vulnerable by khazadspoon

James needed to feel the sharp sting of his hand, the bite of his teeth, the grip of ropes at his hands and feet.

And Thomas would do anything, anything, to give James peace. Even if that peace was brought through pain.

– Post series, Thomas takes care of James after a rough night. Aftercare and comfort because I love these two too much –

it’s so fluffy and beautiful and it’s one of my all time favourites. no explicit sex, though the implication is there

let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! by NahaFlowers

It’s snowing outside and Thomas wants to go out and play in the snow, despite it being the dead of night. James’s protests are feeble at best - he can’t deny this man anything. Just cute fluff. Written for penflicks on Tumblr.

look. let’s be realistic. it doesn’t get much fluffier than thomas carrying james to bed 

Till Death Us Do Part by Palebluedot

And there’s that ache, and there’s that sweetness, and lord, James really would swear in the eyes of God that he cannot bear to live without him, wouldn’t he?

~+~+~+~

Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder: a triptych.

james thinking about marriage in london, nassau, and after the reunion. the first and third parts are the fluffiest fluff ever to fluff, but the middle will break your heart in the best way 

Something like Home by enthugger

Sober, James thinks that Thomas Hamilton is brilliant. He is safe and warm and his presence is a soft glow that brightens the ridged structure of James’ mind. Drunk, he believes that Thomas should own the goddamn world.

imagine me making a sound akin to the sound one makes when seeing a particularly adorable kitten, and you’ll get an accurate idea of my reaction to this fic 

you are a constellation by ohCaptain (AngryPirateHusbands)

fluffy porn about thomas appreciating james’ freckles, absolutely lovely! 

im sure there’s more but im tired now. i hope your day gets better soon anon!

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five things i’m currently into: rewatching my favorite scary movies, buzzfeed series, jess andrea’s videos with logic, animal crossing new leaf, looking at makeup online and not buying it

five things on my to-do list: put clean sheets on my bed, do laundry, vacuum my apartment, take a shower, go to the grocery store

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