#these are basically just listens from today only loll

[muirneach]

folk enjoyer

[ughkat]

bleach - c.t.h

part one

calum x fem!reader

basically y/n and calum broke up bc of her mental health but they still see each other, and y/n suspects calum is already seeing new people and is jealous

tw: mental health talk, depression, anxiety, self image, eating, dissociation, breakup talk

over all cw: angst, smut, kissing, petnames, ex!calum, smoking, drinking, swearing,

not proofread

My mind grew numb and the sounds around me faded slowly to white noise. I glared blankly at my bedroom wall ahead of me following waking up fifteen minutes prior. I listened to my shallow breaths rise and fall as my few moments of peaceful absentminded dissociation shifted itself into an anxious pit in my stomach. A feeling I was all too familiar with. I let out a breath while the routine numbing emotion and inevitable dread slowly fell over me, blinking out of my trance.

All I could think of to aide my overwhelming sense of drowning was the boy causing it. I felt stuck in a cycle knowing my low wouldn't be so catastrophic if it wasn't for my "break" with Calum. He believed our 2 year relationship was taking a toll on me mentally, saying I needed time to care for myself and so did he. I've had my own share of mental health struggles prior to him, of course, though the sudden change of direction with the two of us didn't help the fire. I could tell it was almost just as hard for him as it was for me, being he still comes and sees me frequently. He never ended anything on bad terms, thankfully.

However, I can't shake the feeling that Calum only part ways with me because I was too difficult to handle, not for my best interest.

I reached for my phone beside me, checking the time. I scolded myself mentally for how long I let myself sleep through the day. At the top of my notifications, a message notification from Calum lit up the screen. I perked up slightly at the sight, his presence giving me an ounce of life back into my veins.

"Are you up yet? I wanna come see you today."

I half smiled at the message, it's words momentarily distracting myself from the sinking feeling inside of me. I slid open the notification before responding.

"I'm up. Give me 10."

I tossed my phone back onto my bed, letting out a sigh. I lolled my head to the side tiredly, unmotivated to leave my spot on my bed. Using every inch of power in me, I sat up from my bed, skipping the shower and head to my closet.

I rummaged lazily thought clean clothes, grabbing another pair of sweat pants and a large t shirt. Briefly checking my face in my mirror, I ignored my appearance, unwilling to battle my self conscious thoughts at the moment.

I flopped myself back into my bed, opening my phone once again to a message from Calum.

"Omw."

My stomach fluttered at the thought of him alone, him being one of the driving factors motivating me to be a functional person. All I wanted was Calum. Everything in my mind was him. Every second of my day, I was thinking about Calum. I shamed myself for the amount of self awareness I had about my feelings towards my ex boyfriend, yet choosing to not move on.

I had my suspicions that Calum felt the same, knowing if he didn't, there was no way he'd still be so kind, let alone come see me so often. We knew as a unit that we weren't together, and had no intentions of being back together, yet we couldn't seem to stay away from each other.

I scrolled aimlessly on my phone awaiting Calum's arrival as I heard his signature three knocks at my door. I jumped up pathetically quick at his presence, heading to the front door. I looked up as I opened the door, revealing Calum with a half warm smile.

"Hey, kid." He greeted, bringing me in for a hug. I smiled uncontrollably at the name he so often used for me as he wrapped his arms snugly around my neck, rubbing his hand on my head. I embraced him around the waist, burying my face into his chest with an exhausted whine. I pulled back and stepped to the side, inviting him in before shutting the door behind us. He had a generously sized grocery bag filled with various snacks and drinks. I motioned with my hand towards my room, guiding his way to where we most frequented. I repositioned myself at the head of my bed, criss crossed as Calum took a seat in front of me.

"I brought some snacks." He set the bag down, motioning with his head, "Those candies you like." He looked up at me with a cheeky smile. I giggled softly, shaking my head.

"Thanks." I spoke, "I'm not that hungry.". Calum furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head with suspicion.

"It's 2 PM, when was the last time you ate? I know you're hungry." He urged softly. I rolled my eyes playfully, brushing off his concerns quickly. I tried my best to play off my sinking feeling to avoid feeling like a problem. Calum looked at me deeply before scooting in closer.

"Really, though. How are you?" He asked genuinely. I looked up at him, studying his expression. His eyes squinted as he patiently waited for my response.

"I don't know." I shrugged, "I'm okay." I began to anxiously fidget at the plastic bag between us, avoiding his eyes.

"You don't look okay." He replied in a serious tone, "I've been worried about you.". I let out a sigh and let my eyes wander the room aimlessly, I tried frantically to seem nonchalant.

"I don't know, breakups can be hard, Cal." I muttered, trying my best to excuse my elongated low period. Calum shook his head, sitting up slightly.

"No, this is more than that." He spoke, moving his head to meet my eyes. I glanced up to him, biting the inside of my cheek.

"You're not sleeping, when you do you sleep until the late afternoon, you're barely eating, you look exhausted..." He rambled, talking with his hands. I began to feel a lump form in my throat, the feeling of being a problem starting to take over. I darted my eyes to my hands fidgeting in my lap, blinking tears away from the corners of my eyes.

"The breakup was supposed to help you work on this, not make it worse." He watched me closely, hesitant with his words. I tear quickly escaped my eye before I brought a fast hand to my fast, wiping it swiftly. Calum's posture softened.

"Hey." He spoke softly, placing a hand on my knee, "I'm sorry." He sighed. I shook my head, already feeling embarrassed for letting myself cry so easily.

"I just want you to be okay." He placed a hand under my chin, moving my eyes to his. I blinked quickly to rid of any tears trying to fall. Calum moved his hand to the side of my face, brushing his thumb on my cheek softly, "That's all I want.". I looked at Calum briefly before falling into his chest dramatically, his wrapping his arms around me tightly.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled into his chest. Calum shook his head.

"You're okay." He reassured, caressing my back gently with his hand. I let out a sigh before sitting up, wiping my face. Calum flashed me a warm smile before tilting his head.

"Will you at least eat snacks with me?" He sarcastically jutted his bottom lip out slightly. I uncontrollably let out a giggle, rolling my eyes.

"Fine.".

Calum and I were halfway through yet another terrible comedy movie after hours of pitiful laughter. We had made a dent in his haul of junk food and spent our time lazily in my bed.

My head turned between us at a ding ringing from Calum's phone. He moved quickly, silencing the phone's ringer before flipping it face down. I glanced back up to Calum, who had resumed his eyes to the screen in front of us. I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, though telling myself to ignore it. These things shouldn't bother me anymore. My impulse took the best of me as my words flowed uncontrollably.

"What was that?" I asked calmly, gesturing to Calum's phone. Calum looked at me, then down to his phone before forcing a fake expression.

"...Oh! Yeah, that was just a work message." He spoke, failing a "cool dude" attitude as his phone vibrated silently once more. I raised my eyebrows.

"Well shouldn't you check that?" I urged, tilting my head. My suspicions growing bigger and bigger by the second. Why do I care?

"Nah, I can get it later." He brushed off, glancing at the phone quickly. I hummed quietly as I watched his shifting body language. My mind began to race at the mysterious texts and who they could be from. Petty jealousy took over me, filling me with anger.

"What if it's important?" I pushed. Calum looked at me cross.

"Fine." He muttered, flipping the phone over. My eyebrows furrowed at the name which very obviously was not work.

"Rose?" I exaggerated, sitting up in my seat. Calum let out a sigh and looked to his side before speaking.

"Yeah, she's a coworker." He explained loosely. I narrowed my eyes, not buying his story.

"Right." I started. Before I could gather my thoughts, Calum stood up from my bed abruptly.

"I gotta head out, kid." He sighed, avoiding my eyes. I scoffed in disbelief.

"Really?" I argued. Calum paused at my door.

"I'm sorry. I'll see you later, okay?" He spoke genuinely before exiting my room. I stared at my door blankly until I heard the latch of the front entrance, indicating his exit.

[drakenology]

Dumb Little Housewife

husband!bakugo x housewife!reader

warnings: smut, dumbification kink, unprotected sex, degradation, daddy kink, housewifey stuff ya know?

author’s note: hii! so this is for the new year new kink event with @butterscotchbaku . i’m a little early whoops I couldn’t help myself. go follow her page and all that junk her work is pretty amazing and i’m a HUGE fan ugh her blog is so cute 🥺. and make sure to check out some of the work that participated in this event as well. Hope yall enjoy!

6:30 am, you wake up just before Bakugo to make him his breakfast. You yawn and grab your robe off the back of the bedroom door and tip toe to the kitchen, careful not to wake your sleeping husband on the way out. You hum a little tune while you scramble some eggs and fry a little bit of bacon, happy to please the one you love.

You were grateful he could offer you such a carefree lifestyle. You cook and keep the house clean while Bakugo saves the world, brings home the cash and fucks you nice and good every night. What an even trade. Even though you wouldn’t mind working Bakugo insisted that you stay home, eager and willing to support you both. As you brewed some coffee for you and Katsuki, you find him trudging to the kitchen with a loud and abrupt yawn.

His hair was a mess on top of his head, eyes half lidded and droopy. He’s really at his sexiest when he looks half dead. You smile and hand him his mug as he walked towards you, pulling you closer to him by your waist. You giggle and give him a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Good morning, honey!” You say cheerfully. Bakugo takes a sip of his coffee and sits down at the table.

“G’Mornin.” He said groggily, sleep coating his already deep voice. The sound is almost like sex itself, making the spot between your legs lightly quiver. “‘M workin’ from home today so I’ll be a little busy.”

You pout, almost whine when you hear that Bakugo will basically be at home all day just to ignore you. On top of that you suddenly had an itch only he could scratch since you’re too dumb to get yourself off correctly. Or at least that’s what Katsuki would say. You sigh, feeling particularly bratty this morning and lean against the table in front of him just enough for your robe to droop down and give him a full view of your ample cleavage.

“You can be a little bit late can’t you, Suki?” You mewl, handing him his plate to eat. Bakugo shook his head, staring down into your robe. He was almost persuaded by the sight of your breasts alone but work had to come first even if his hot wife wanted to get fucked right there on the dinner table.

“No I can’t. And don’t try anything while I’m working either, Y/N. You’re already on thin fuckin’ ice.” Bakugo said with his mouth full. You roll your eyes, recalling a few nights when you pushed Katsuki to his limit but he couldn’t punish you right then and there because of work or something or other.

You took full advantage since you and Bakugo hadn’t had sex in about a week since he’d been swamped with hero work. Whether it be sending him videos of you fucking yourself with shaky and clumsy fingers or pictures of you bent over with your pretty panties showing under a dress you wore; you were really pushing your luck.

You pout, grabbing his and your dishes and loaded the dishwasher, hiking your robe up a little to show off your ass in the new thong you bought as you bent over to close the door. Bakugo walks out of the kitchen, smacking your ass hard enough to make you cum right there on the spot. You were already a little wet and needy. You gasp, closing your thighs together as you’re almost brought to your knees by just a strike to the ass.

You had an idea. An idea that was sure to make Bakugo ditch work and fuck you into a stupid bumbling mess.

8:30 am, You walk into the bedroom just past the office Bakugo had set up in to start his work and throw off your robe, adjusting your bra to push your boobs up a bit more. You strut into the office in nothing but your underwear, Bakugo not even turning his head to face you. He was too busy typing up some stupid report or whatever. You grab his chin and pull his head to face you, hovering over him to bury his face between your breasts.

“Y/N so help me...” He hissed, blushing profusely as you climb into his lap. You start to grind up against his thigh, moaning softly as you feel friction for the first time all morning.

“Can’t even work in peace. If only you could see how fucking desperate you look right now.” Bakugo said, only slightly giving in by grabbing your ass with one hand, the other still trying to work.

You bit your lip and blocked his vision of the computer screen with your head and continued to grind on his leg, annoying Bakugo to no end as you completely disobeyed him for the last time. He groaned, stopping his typing to wrap his hand around your neck and pull your ear to his lips.

“You just don’t listen, huh? If it’s dick you want, I’ll make sure you get it all, ya dumb slut.” Bakugo growls into your ear, nipping at your earlobe as you feel yourself get wetter at his lewd words and insults. Bakugo stands on his feet, lifting you up with him as he plopped you onto the desk. You rub your thighs together excitedly as he took your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Since you can’t keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself.” Bakugo said, yanking your panties to the side with fervor. You gasp as the cold air of the room greet your slick pussy, the feeling quickly being replaced with Bakugo’s thick digits findind their way inside. You whimper, trying to rub your clit to help bring your orgasm closer only to be restricted by your strong husband.

“Nuh uh. Don’t you fucking move. This is what you wanted, right? Now sit and take it like a good whore.” You mewl at his words once more, loving when he talks to you like this. God you couldn’t even compare to the fullness he gave you even with his fingers. Your head was in the clouds now at this point, Bakugo taking one hand to pinch and play with one or your nipples to emphasize the pleasure as he sped up his movements.

Sloshing sounds filled the office, your sopping wet pussy now being abused by Katsuki’s fingers as your slick coated his hand and dripped down your ass onto the desk.

“You’re making such a mess, baby. You’re a sloppy little slut, aren’t you?” Bakugo remarks with a smug look on his face, knowing you’re way too dumb to even form a sentence right now. You bumble and nod, not making a lick of sense when you speak as your moans overtake your own rational thinking.

Katsuki laughs at your dumb little face, tongue lolling out as you pant and cry out for more. Your vision becomes hazy as you come so close to cumming, pleading for Katsuki to make you cum on his fingers since you were being so good only for him to laugh at you. He stops his movements as soon as he felt you were even slightly clenching around him, causing your breathe to be uneven. You let out a pathetic sob, your legs shaking uncontrollably as you come down from your almost high.

“Ooh... So close.” Bakugo mocked. “What’s the matter? I thought this is what you wanted. Don’t tell me your punishment’s too much for you.” You shake your head no, the only thing you have the strength to muster as you pant and rub your thighs together to start up your high again.

He lets your hands go and stands you up to bend you over the desk, your wobbly legs barely able to keep you stable as you stumble around. Bakugo chuckled darkly at the state of you, almost ready to ruin you completely over and over again to get you off his back for long enough to get some work done.

“You know what’s coming next, hm?” Bakugo asked lowly, sending convulsions into your pussy at the thought of what he was about to do.

“N-No daddy p-please don’t.” You beg. He was about to spank you, enough times to make up for all the punishments you’ve missed. You whimper as you feel a sharp strike against your ass, the sting fading into delicious pleasure as your slick dripped down your thighs.

“Count.” Bakugo demands, striking you again causing you to yelp and whine for him to stop. “I said count. Not beg. You get two extra for that.”

“Th-Th-Three!” You squeal as he strikes you again. At this point you’re drenched and regretting even pulling this stunt on your husband, forgetting all about all the things you’ve been doing to him to tease and piss him off.

Smack after smack almost sent you into orbit as your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each hit. You huff as you reach the last hit, your pussy clenching around nothing as you hold yourself back from cumming.

“Th-thirteen-fuck! Thirteen.” You whine, your head burried into your arms as you sob. Bakugo was laughing at you the entire beating, loving the way your body jolted with every blow he delivered to your juicy ass. He was hard as a rock at this point and really wanted to fuck you into oblivion.

“Hm.. I think you’ve learned your lesson. Whatddaya think, princess?” Bakugo asked rubbing circles into your sore ass cheeks.

“Yes! God yes please fuck me, Daddy. I need youu. I’ll be good I promise I won’t bother you anymor-“ You ramble, whining and begging until Katsuki shut you up with a nice filling. Your pussy deliciously stretched to accommodate his impressive size, sobbing into your hands as you cover your face.

You’re so happy your husband was filling you to the brim that your eyes start to tear up, the feeling of his dick kissing your cervix enough to make you clench around him bliss. You let out loud high pitched moans along with frantic thank yous and I love yous as Bakugo ruts into you like a bat outta hell.

“Ya like that? Huh, baby? I know you fuckin’ do, ya little whore.” Bakugo hissed into your ear, already knowing the answer as you babble nonsense into the desk. “That’s right baby take me. Hah, you feel so fucking good right now.” Fuck he was killing you, but it felt so good. Bakugo was fucking you so hard you could hardly keep up with his pace, holding onto the edge of the desk for dear life as he pounded your poor pussy. White lights flash behind your eyes as you come close to cumming for the second time, this time harder than the last. You try and as permission instead coming out as a bumbling mess unable to even form a coherent sentence as Bakugo fucked you into euphoria.

“I-I’m g-gonna- Hah! Ughhhn, sh-shittt- ah! D-d-d-daddyyyy!” you whine

“I can tell you’re close. My poor stupid baby can’t even tell me she’s about to cum for me.” Bakugo said, rutting into at a sudden sloppy pace as he comes close to his own release. You loved his last few thrusts before he came, cumming way before he does from the feeling of his cock throbbing profusely inside you.

You’re a screaming spectical now, your spongy walls clamping down on your husband’s big fat cock, Bakugo cooing praises into your ear as he came hot inside you right after you from the feeling of your tightness. You seemed to milk him for everything he had, Bakugo slowly pulling out after fucking his seed into you to watch his seed spill out of your used up pussy with glee. Bakugo smacks your ass one last time and pulled his pants back up, you still unable to move from the desk as he led you to the bathroom to get you to clean up.

“Ya happy now?” Bakugo said starting your bath as you sat on the edge of the tub. You nod, still hazy and drunk off Bakugo’s dick. He kissed your forehead and ran back to the office after hearing his skype going off. You giggle and wait for the bath to fill, deeply madly and truly in love with the man who just demolished you.

“Oi! Don’t let the water overflow, you idiot!”

[outlustings]

Something with Trager and an AFAB reader who's married? A little bit basic,but--

(aksksjwj so i might be dumb but i interpreted this ask as rick harassing trying to mingle with a reader who's married to someone else - i hope i got this right because HOW embarassing would it be if you wanted marriage headcanons with rick and i offered you this piece of garbàge........

let me know if you want rick and reader being married - i mean, i know you want it but just. every1 wants it. let me know if i misunderstood the prompt. anyways!

reader works at murkoff. gender neutral. warningz for manipulation, rick being an awful, awful narcissist, stalking behavior, extortion, harassment. really bad. do not eat!)

×

Working with this Trager guy is a nightmare. You got a transfer from global development and he was your new boss. Kind of. But still, he had enough power to make your daily life, if not miserable, annoying.

You immediately take notice of how his hazel eyes rove over your body, how he gawks at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, licking his teeth as sly comments spill from his lips.

"You look lovely today. Ah, but then again, you always look lovely."

"Thank you, sir."

"You know, I've always liked that exact hair color. Looks good from behind, too, if you catch my drift."

He tries to squeeze information out of you just to get something to weaponise later. Either for compliments or little jabs. He's a slimy bastard. Manipulative as all hell.

You put up with him only because you get paid to put up with him.

And to be honest, his little compliments provide a nice little ego boost whenever he compliments your new shoes or saunters over to your desk, sits on it and begins, without even bothering to listen to your protests: "Wait, there's something different about your hair - don't say it, I'll figure it out - you, uhh... Hmm. Got the roots dyed? Cut a little fringe over there?"

He's very touchy. If he needs to squeeze past in the narrow hallway, he'll settle his hands on your waist, nudge you to the side with a gentle grunt and a smile.

As observant as he claims to be, he really doesn't seem to notice - or really, give a fuck about your ring.

One day, while he had cornered you at the printer, he leans over to take a better look, coffee mug in one hand as his hand shoots, a little too fast, to grab your left hand.

"Ohh, that a ring? Nice. Nice."

It doesn't sound like it's nice. He sounds - disappointed? He starts asking little questions, like how long you've been married, nods emptily at your answers with a strange twitch in the corner of his left eye, his smile a little too taut for you to feel all too comfortable with the questioning.

"Why - why do you want to know?" you blink at him, your eyes flicking down to where you could see his teeth glistening underneath the fluorescent lights.

"Oh, I figured. You know, I figured a gorgeous thing like you... And believe it or not, my cousin's getting married next summer, so any tips on that?"

He fiddled with the ring, rolling it between his index and middle finger.

"Tips on being married?" your eyebrows raises involuntarily. You try to pull yout hand away, but he holds onto your finger pretty tight.

You watch his eyes fix on your hand, his gaze hazy as he rubs your finger, the tender skin in the area around the small gemstone.

"A lovely ring for a lovely finger," he mutters.

"What the fuck?" you snatch your hand away with an incredulous laugh.

He blushes slightly. Gets defensive.

"What, I can't compliment you anymore? You seemed to like it before!"

"You've just made it weird," you shake your head.

"Oh-ho, I see. So now I'm weird?" he scoffed, his tongue lolling to the inside his cheek as he eyed you up and down, giving you a confusing grin. You couldn't even tell if he was mad or not.

You just shake your head again, pat him apprehensively on the shoulder and turn away. You bend down to the chute of the printer, tuck warm, freshly printed documents under your arm and walk away before he can open his mouth again.

You hear him curse under his breath behind your back.

Trager doesn't talk to you for a few weeks. Not in person, anyway. He's bombarding you with work emails, persuading you to work overtime, and you relent, as money is kind of tight. His tone is professional. Monotone. Like a total one-eighty.

You think you're safe from him. Maybe he'd gotten over his obsession - respected your boundaries?

Not so.

You start getting flower deliveries to your front door. Little subscription boxes of wine. You'd trip on them after working overtime, spilling wine on the concrete steps. You toss the bouquets into the trash, pouring the maroon liquid drown the drain as your spouse leans against the bathroom's doorframe with a toothbrush in their mouth.

"What's all this?" they ask, brows low, "You know who's sending all this shit? Is someone trying to poison us?"

"No," you shake your head. But you do think that you know what's going on. You do know.

Your spouse grows less trustful of you. Subtle signs that they don't believe you. Jealousy. Something.

The flowers become like a ritual. Every Friday, after coming home from working overtime, all these avant-garde, expensive flower arrangements resting underneath your mailbox.

Your spouse grumbles about how they don't want to see the flowers anymore, so you start taking them to work on Mondays, storing them in your trunk. Wilted flowers on the breakroom table.

"Uhh. Where are you getting all these flowers?" your coworkers ask, swirling their spoons in their mugs as they bend down to inspect the dahlias.

"Oh, I just keep on finding them on my front porch. I have no idea who's sending them," you wave your hand, speak in a sing-song voice as your eyes flick over to the door, where Trager stands, face red as he shoves his reading glasses into the pocket of his shirt.

"You have a moment?" you hear him say, his eyebrows knitted.

Sure. You'd started walking away from the room, towards the hallway, following him out - but before you can react properly, he snatches you by the arm, shushes you at your yelp, pulls you to a maintenance closet. He slams the door shut behind the two of you as the darkness engulfs you.

"Think you're slick, huh?" he grits his teeth together, you can hear it, but can't see him in the darkness. You blink your eyes, furrowing your brows. You feel his grip on your forearm tighten. Your fingers start to go numb as your heart beats faster and faster.

"I thought you wanted attention. Let go of me."

He laughs dryly.

"I see how it is. You want to embarass me."

"You're embarassing yourself with all the shit you're doing to me," you hiss into the darkness, craning your neck up to where you had felt his warm breath blow against your forehead, "What's your problem?"

"Wow - really?" he clicks his tongue.

"Really."

"Maybe," you feel him step closer to you, squeezing your arm, folding it against your chest as he presses you against the wall, "I'll have to fire you if we can't -..." you feel the collar of his shirt brush against your jaw as he bends down to your ear "...- get along."

You shudder. Panic rushes through you, chilling your veins in little pulses of ice.

"You wouldn't do that. You wouldn't."

"I wouldn't, huh? You sound so sure," he barks a quiet laugh against your ear, the heat of his breath searing you, making you tremble. His lips are too close. You can smell his cologne. His breathing is shallow, hot - so hot - against you as he looms over you, kneading the flesh of your wrist with his thumb. You don't pull away.

"Would be a shame for you to go home tonight to your sweetheart, a bootprint on your ass, trying to spin up a story as to why you got fired. Why you'd suddenly have to find a new job after getting all those little gifts, spending overtime at work..." he chuckles, "I'm sure they'd be very, very understanding."

You swallow, throat clenching around the lump in your throat. Dusty air. The darkness swallows you whole.

"Do the right thing," Rick mutters against your ear.

[mieohmy]

𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝟣𝟢𝟣 | 𝖫𝖾𝖾 𝖩𝖾𝗇𝗈

PAIRING: lee jeno x reader

GENRE: angst, fluff, humor, comfort, established relationship au, college au,  this rly is just a self indulgent fic kjasdfk

WC: 2.1k

NOTES: slight argument/fighting ?? , cursing

SUMMARY: jeno wants your attention, your comforting presence, your love- he simply wants you.

for the bday boy that i treasure sm! happy birthday to puppy jeno <333

ღ

The phone next to you lies untouched, and practically has been for days- or has it been a week already? I mean, it wasn’t your fault that upcoming finals had been taking you to the depths of hell, and you had no choice but to lock yourself at home to study for a week on end. 

Which brings you to day 7? 8? of being holed up in your room all day, memorizing a bazillion tiny printed words and trying to cram as much information as possible in that overworked brain of yours. Getting about 4-5 hours of sleep a day, you couldn’t remember anymore- or even care to remember. Not to mention the added stress that came along with being any normal college student. Wasn’t life just wonderful?

You feel bad for everyone that has tried to contact you over this stressful period in your life (since you completely turned your phone off to eliminate all distractions), but the urge to stop studying completely and just check up on the real world and all its happenings grows stronger. You breathe in -out, constantly chanting ‘self-control’ over and over again in your head. Then your eyes slowly open, and you slap yourself one last time as if to say ‘get it together' before diving back into the books.

Just two more days. Two more days and you can finish and not have to stress about finals until results come out. 

At this point, you were surviving off of coffee, tea, random stolen snacks that your boyfriend would bring over from his dorm. 

Damn, when’s the last time you had a proper meal? Monday?

And then you frown. What day even is it today? You glance at your calendar and- 

Goodness grief, it’s Sunday already. 

You almost have a midlife crisis over wasting basically a week doing nothing but sitting at your desk and looking at words, but then again at this point- you’re just over it and want to be done as soon as possible. 

But soon, a weird feeling arises after you recall today’s date- like you were forgetting something. You place a hand over your forehead. Was there something important today? 

And as if the universe read your mind, the doorbell rings.

A giant wave of confusion washes over you. Was someone supposed to come over today?

-and you just completely wiped it from your mind?

You’re still running through your memories as you walk to the door. No, it's not Chae since she has finals too...

Opening it, you’re not at all expecting who was behind it. 

“Jeno-?”

He blinks back at your wide eyes, expression turning concerned, and you rub your temples in exasperation and defeat. 

“Oh, did we have a date today or something? I’m so sorry- I totally forgot.”

His eyebrows furrow. “No, I was just supposed to come over to hang out with you....”

“It’s been so long since we last talked, baby. You haven’t responded to any of my texts. What’s going on?” He promptly adds, staring intently at you. 

You let out a sigh, and jeno notices your tense shoulders and dark under-eye circles. “I thought you knew. Finals are coming up so I’ve been stuck at home cramming for about a week now actually.” 

His frown deepens. “I did know. And still, y/n..” he says in a warning tone. 

You know what his voice implies, you’ve heard it plenty of times at this point, but right now you don’t have to energy to listen to his nagging. “ I know, I know. Just- come in, I guess.....”

To be completely honest, you wanted to send jeno back home- there was still a lot more information left to cover and you obviously weren’t in your best condition, but he was the one who actually remembered your ‘date’ and drove to your place, so you would feel even worse making him go all the way back to his dorm. 

Jeno easily follows you in, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back any comments while examining your place even though barely anything has changed since he last visited- mostly because there was nothing to change when you were in your room all day. 

You walk to the kitchen, getting your boyfriend some water while yawning. Meanwhile, your mind is drifting away, thinking about what topics are left that you have to go over later. “What are we even doing today?” 

Jeno plops on your couch, arms behind his head. “I don’t know. A movie?”

You hide your grimace, immediately thinking of how much time would be wasted watching one, or possibly even more if jeno was feeling it. In the one to two hours of a movie, you could be done with chapter two and three-

“Y/n??”

Your head snaps up. “Yes?”

“Are you gonna come over here or just stand there in the kitchen all day?” he teases.

You shake your head to clear the fog and join jeno on the couch. Scrolling through the options, you automatically snuggle up next to him, eyes blearily watching the moving tv screen. 

He decides on this one animated film, and you’re too drained to pay attention so you simply nod and let the movie begin. But even though you try your best to focus on the storyline and what’s currently going on, your mind keeps wandering off to other, more boring things- your studies, obviously. 

The number of chapters you covered, the slight of chapters you have left, how long you would have to stay up to finish going through your planned amount of information  -all the stressful thoughts swirling in your head, and it only exhausts you more. 

You let out a sigh, and jeno turns to you. “Are you okay? You’ve been sighing nonstop since we started the movie.” 

You clear your throat, biting back a yawn. “Oh- yeah, sorry. I won’t do it anymore.”

Your boyfriend stiffens but doesn’t say anything, attention returning to the flashing screen in front of him. 

You did try. You really did. But your eyelids keep drifting shut and your head keeps slowly lolling forward and snapping back up -it’s not until your forehead accidentally knocks against jeno’s chest that he finally speaks up again. 

“Y/n. You need to take a break and get some sleep. Now.” His tone is sharp and commanding. 

You snap your eyes back open, vision blurry. “No- it’s fine. I’m good, let’s keep watching.” 

The immediate switch in the air is scary, jeno swiftly reaching for the remote and pausing the movie to look at you dead straight in the eyes before setting it back down with a loud, clattering noise. “You need to rest. I can tell from how tired you look, and I know you’ve been studying for so long, so why is it that hard to just relax for a little?” 

You groan, distress breaking through. “I can’t, okay? You already understand how stressful school is and how important my upcoming tests are. I know you’re just trying to be kind and thoughtful but-“ 

“But what?” He cuts you off, the frustration he’s been hiding for a while finally revealing itself. “Taking a rest from burning your brain out isn’t going to kill you, y/n.”

Your hands at your side clench and unclench, a wave of emotions overcoming you. “I know that. But I can’t afford to have a break now.” Everything suddenly feels overwhelming, and your voice comes out strained and uncontrolled. 

“I’m almost there, jeno. It’s so close, and if I stop now, I’ll feel like a failure.”

He laughs a short and echoing bark. “How do you think I feel? I was trying to brush everything aside and act like it was all fine, but it’s certainly not when you’re like this.”

You falter. 

Jeno gets up, making direct eye contact with you even though his body is trembling and his voice is shaky. 

“I spent the past week just lying in bed and worrying about you- if you were eating okay and getting enough sleep. I was constantly texting you reminders to take care of yourself, only to find out from your friend that you turned your phone completely off.  Do you know how shitty of a person I was feeling? I didn’t want to be a distraction to you because I know how much you care about your grades, but it’s killing me, y/n. I want to be there for you, but instead, I end up feeling like the worst boyfriend in the world.” 

He shudders before continuing,

“And then I come here, brushing off all my worries since I was super excited to finally be with you after so long, and then I have to see you in such a bad condition. Barely taking care of yourself, barely even surviving on your own just so you can pass your exams that I know you’ll already do well on no matter what. As your boyfriend who wants to help and be here for you, do you know how much my heart hurts?”  

He finishes, but not before wiping away the frustrated tears that appeared in his angry rant.

It takes one beat -two beats, before you immediately spring up, rushing towards jeno and throwing your arms around him. 

He accepts it, burying his face into your shoulder and wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. 

The guilt courses through your body, and you understand. The consequences of your actions hit you, hard, and you know you deserve it all. Jeno just wants to know that you’re here. You’re here with him.

“I’m really sorry,” you murmur into his hair, “I’m really, really sorry, jeno.” 

You hate the fact that you can still feel the slight wetness of his tears soaking through your-technically his- shirt. You pull back, looking straight into his eyes to make sure he knows you’re being genuine.

“I promise to pay more attention to myself, and I promise I won’t ever let it happen again. I won’t shut you out anymore... and you can come over to take care of me whenever you want, okay?”

Jeno slowly nods, and you softly wipe away the corners of his red eyes of any wetness.

He pulls you closer to him again, inhaling your scent one more time, and you finally let yourself go. 

After about a minute of just enjoying each other’s warm embrace - one that you feel like you haven’t felt in so long- you allow yourself to smile and pull back just enough to place a kiss on his cheek. 

“Was my baby just lonely and missed me too much?” you sing in a soft voice. He lets out a disgruntled noise in response, shaking his head against your body. 

But you both know what the answer is.

“C’mon, let’s go to bed.” You tug his arm easily to your room, putting off your studies, at least for today.

“You’re really gonna take a break this time?” Jeno asks, eyeing you carefully. 

You grin. “Yes? Besides, I know you’re always down for cuddles.” 

You drag him to the bed, taking his arms and wrapping them around your body as exhaustion quickly fills you. 

You fight yourself to stay awake as long as you can to enjoy jeno’s presence, but he notices and hugs you even closer if possible, whispering softly, “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

And before you finally drift off, you sleepily murmur, “I love you, jeno. Like, a lot.” 

Even after you fall asleep in his embrace, he stares down at you, softly kissing your forehead.

I love you too. 

bonus bc i adore jeno too much :

“Jeno- for the last time, you’re not a bad boyfriend.”

“I know.... but-“

You shut him up with a quick kiss.

“You’re the sweetest.”

Another kiss.

“Funniest.”

Peck.

“Handsomest.” 

His ever so growing smile freezes. Jeno looks at you, a surprisingly solemn look on his face. 

You raise an eyebrow, confused. 

“......even more than Nam joo hyuk?”

Ah. He had to go for the favorite actor. 

You swallow, battling an intense internal war before begrudgingly nodding. “Okayyy...fine. You are.”  

He crosses his arms. “I’m what?”

You roll your eyes, whining. “I already said it!”

Jeno shakes his head firmly. “Say the whole thing.”

You take a deep breath in, internally apologizing to your beloved actor. “......you, lee -verymuchanannoyingbaby- jeno, are more handsome than Nam joo hyuk.” Your sentence is finished swiftly in one breath, words slurring together. It actually pains you to say that. But it’s good enough for your boyfriend. 

Jeno delights in the squeal you let out when he picks you up in his arms to spin you around. 

“Fuck yeah- take that, nam joo hyuk!”

ღ

a/n: anyways im going to go hide away and cry over jeno now ^^

[twst-bs]

NRC Students and an Anxious MC

And with this, I've done all of the students at NRC!! Well, with the nervous MC, anyway, I have some other stuff in the works too.

Also, in case anyone was wondering, I'm open for both requests and commissions!

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Ace: “You look awful.”

The Ramshackle Prefect shot Ace a glare, but it lacked their usual fire. “Thanks, Ace.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” he caught up with them easily when they turned around to keep walking. “I just meant you looked like you had a rough night. Or like you’re stressed out. You know.”

“Your grave only has to be six feet, Ace, you can stop digging now.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “You aren’t usually this crabby. Seriously, what’s up?”

They sighed. “You’re right, I had a rough night.”

“Any particular reason why? Or just ‘cause?”

The two of them had reached Crewel’s classroom, but they still had a few minutes before they had to be in there. The Prefect bit their lip nervously. “I kind of freaked out last night because of the homework.”

“It was pretty hard, huh?”

“Well, that too,” they crossed their arms, almost like they were trying to hide themself. “But, it’s like...I feel stupid, you know? You guys all know this magic stuff, but I’m struggled to handle even the basics. Then I thought, well, if I can’t handle the basics, I’m going to get punished, and I would deserve it because I’m an idiot, and...you can see how the spiral went.”

Ace was quiet for a moment, studying them with an unreadable expression. Then, he heaved out a side and grabbed their wrist, tugging them into the classroom. “I guess it can’t be helped, then.”

“Huh?”

He plopped unceremoniously into his seat and dug around in his bag. “Be quick about it, okay? Queen only knows what Crewel’s punishment for getting caught copying homework is.”

The Prefect stared at Ace with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Ace shrugged, slapping his notebook down on the desk. “If he says anything, I’ll tell him you helped me word it. Now, come on!”

Deuce: They weren’t getting anywhere.

The longer they stared at the question on their worksheet, the less they could focus. Apparently this was supposed to be basic stuff, but there were so many strange ingredients with different magical properties that they couldn’t keep track. And the more that had to flip back and forth between their textbook and worksheet, the more stupid they felt.

“...right? Hey, are you alright?”

Deuce’s voice broke through the panic that was beginning to set in, and when they finally looked up, his blue eyes were wide with concern.

“What? I’m sorry, Deuce, I kinda...spaced there for a minute.”

That only made the crease in Deuce’s brow deepen. “You looked really freaked out. Is something wrong?”

The two of them had made a habit out of studying in the library together. Since Deuce wasn’t the best student and the Prefect was playing a very intense game of catch up, they figured they could motivate each other while studying. But lately, all they had been able to do was sit there and be anxious about everything.

"I...um…" They absent-mindedly clicked their pen, unable to look Deuce in the eye. "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" he asked incredulously. "For real, are you alright?"

The genuine worry in his expression made something in them burst. They threw their pen down on the table and buried their face in their hands. "I don't know what I'm doing! I went from magic not existing to suddenly having to study it, and I can't even master the basics! I'm terrified that I'll fail and Crowley will kick me out and -"

"Whoa, whoa, hey, it's okay!" Deuce's chair scraped against the floor as he hurried over to their side, grasping their hands in his. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Their chest heaved as they tried to suck in enough air. "But -"

"Listen," he cut them off. "The stuff you have to deal with is a lot. And I'm sorry for not realizing it earlier. If you want, we can go to Professor Crewel and ask for some tutoring, or even remedial lessons. Whatever you need, I'll help."

Cater: “What are you looking at?”

At the sound of the Ramshackle Prefect’s voice from behind the couch he was sitting on in the Heartslabyul lounge, Cater lolled his head back to grin at them. “Heya! Just scrolling through Magicam, what else is new?”

“That is your favorite pastime, huh?” they leaned on the back of the couch, looking at the screen.

“What are you doing in Heartslabyul, anyway?” he asked.

“Ace thought he could get away with not studying if he ‘forgot’ his textbooks at Ramshackle. I’m returning them before Riddle thinks I was in on it.””

“Yeah, that tracks.”

The two of them lapsed into a companionable silence, the Prefect watching as Cater scrolled. However, out of the corner of his eye, he could see their expression gradually get tighter and tighter, like they were trying to control whatever emotion was trying to show through.

“What’s with that face?”

“What face?” they asked defensively. “This is just my face.”

“That’s the face you make when you start having bad thoughts but don’t want anybody to know.”

“Get out of my head, Cater.”

He snorted, turning so he was sitting sideways on the couch and could get a better look at them. “Come on, tell Cay what’s on your mind.”

They hesitated, picking idly at the loose thread on the couch. “...It’s just me being stupid.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“...The people on Magicam are way more good-looking than I am.” the finally mumbled, looking away. “I keep wondering when you’ll realize that.”

Cater’s green eyes widened before he giggled. “Nope.”

“Nope what?”

“I won’t realize it,” he reached around them to pull their face closer, kissing them affectionately on the cheek. “Because it’s not true. And whenever you start to think like that, you tell me, so I can reassure you.”

Jack: Something felt off.

Nothing in particular had happened, it was just one of those days. But, it was bad enough that they thought about just going back to Ramshackle instead of waiting for Jack like they normally did. Waiting outside of the classroom just made them feel even more antsy.

Just as they were about to shoot him a text to say that they weren’t feeling well - which wasn’t technically a lie - said wolf came out of the classroom, tail wagging involuntarily when he saw them waiting like it wasn’t an everyday occurrence.

Before he could even greet them, however, his nose scrunched up. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned down and began sniffing them.

“Jack, what the hell?”

“You’re nervous about something.”

Right. Nothing could beat that canine sense of smell.

“It’s nothing.” Jack opened his mouth to reply, but they cut him off. “No, literally. Nothing actually happened, it’s just a...a weird day, I guess.”

It was clear from the expression on his face that Jack didn’t quite understand, but the guy was nothing if not sympathetic. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nah, it should eventually work itself out.” They tried to muster up an encouraging grin, but from the look on Jack’s face, they didn’t quite hit the mark. “I’m fine, Jack, promise.”

His tail had dropped, and his ears were pressed against his head. “...When I get worked up, going for a jog usually helps me. Gets all the energy out.”

They raised an eyebrow. “You and I both know that your jogging is my sprinting.”

“Then I’ll walk and you jog,” he grinned. “If you want to, that is.”

They paused before shrugging. “I probably won’t do a good job on the homework if I’m like this, anyway.”

Floyd: Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Crewel will turn you into a rug if he catches you falling asleep.

Their internal monologue was the only thing preventing them from passing out onto their desk. They had had a hard time falling asleep last night, and of course they were working on sleeping draughts in Alchemy today. The vapor wafting from the cauldron was enough to knock them out.

They hadn’t noticed that their eyes had closed until a hard knock on the classroom door startled them open. When Crewel called out for whoever it was to come in, the door opened to reveal Floyd.

“The Headmaster wants to see Shrimpy!” he sang, leaning against the doorframe. Crewel nodded, motioning with his pointed cane for the Prefect to get out.

Physically shaking themself awake, they stood. Next to them, Ace went “Oooooooh~”

“Trappola, just for that, you’re responsible for giving them the notes for the lesson.”

“Aw, come on!”

They didn’t even have the energy to stick their tongue out like they usually would. They just inched past all of the other students until they were at Floyd’s side. The merman casually slung an arm around their shoulder and steered them out of the classroom.

“What does the Headmaster want?” they asked. It could literally be anything, honestly.

“Oh, I lied!” Floyd giggled. “He doesn’t need to see you at all.”

“Huh?”

“You looked exhausted this morning,” Floyd tugged them closer. Not quite a squeeze, but there was something intensely protective in the embrace. “I figured you could use a nap.”

“So you busted me out of class?”

“Yup! This makes me your favorite, right?” he grinned, showing all of his teeth.

“Definitely.”

Epel: They always did have a nervous stomach.

There was a test in Trein’s class that day. No matter how much they studied the night before, they didn’t feel prepared, and their stomach was committing mutiny in response. They hadn’t been able to eat any breakfast, so now they were nauseated and hungry at the same time. They were either going to puke on the test or eat it, they hadn’t decided yet.

“Are you alright?”

They jumped. They had been so caught up in their own head that they hadn’t even heard Epel approach. “Hey. Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of test anxiety, haha.”

Epel didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? You look kinda pale.”

“Really, I’m fine. I was just a bit too nervous to eat breakfast.” they insisted.

“Well, that’s not good.” Epel frowned. “You’ll do even worse on the test if you’re hungry.”

Oh, why did he have to phrase it like that? Just the thought made their already roiling stomach turn, and they whined softly as they hugged themself around the middle.

“Ah, wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” he backtracked. “I just meant it won’t do you any good!”

Epel reached into his bag for a moment, mumbling to himself. “I know I have some in here...ah-ha!” he pulled out a bag of dried apple chips. “Here! It’s not exactly a full meal, but it’ll help. And they’re really light, so if you’re sick because of nerves, they won’t upset your stomach.”

“Are you sure?” they asked as Epel handed them the bag.

“Pos’tive.” he grinned. “I’ve got plenty back at the dorm. And Ma’s always sending me stuff from the farm anyway. So go ahead, I don’t want you passing out!”

Sebek: They had no idea what he was talking about.

It was a feat in and of itself to be able to not pay attention to Sebek. The man was a walking lightning bolt. But today was just not a good day, mentally.

A pity, too. They always liked walking around in the woods with Sebek. Something about being in nature and listening to him talk passionately about whatever was on his mind was almost soothing, but it just wasn’t working this time.

“Are you listening?”

They jumped when he said their name. They had gotten so sucked into their own head that they hadn’t noticed him turn his monologue into a conversation. “I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for? Is everything alright?” he looked them up and down with sharp amber eyes, scanning for anything that could present any danger. “Are you ill?”

“No, no, it’s not…” they sighed, shoulders slumping. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares.”

Bad dreams had been a problem before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland, but now they were really plaguing them. It made concentrating difficult, even on simple things such as a walk with their partner.

Sebek stepped in front of them, forcing them to stop in their tracks. His angular features were serious, thrown into deep contrast from the light of the sun setting between the leaves. He clasped both of their hands in his own, holding them tightly as he looked into their eyes.

“You needn’t worry about such things. I will not let anything harm you, even your own mind.” he squeezed their hands. “On my honor as a knight.”

Silver: Watching Silver train with a sword was...something else.

They could watch him all day, going after the training dummy like it was actually an enemy.

Well, usually, they could.

It had been another sleepless night, up worrying about all the various things they needed to do. They only managed to fall asleep around four AM, and they needed to be at their first class by eight, so they hadn’t exactly gotten well-rested. They were impressed that they had managed to stay awake during their lessons, but now it was catching up to them.

The warm sun shining on their face and the rhythmic swishing of Silver’s practice sword was vaguely soothing, and before they really knew it they had slumped against the tree they were sitting under, fast asleep.

When they awoke, they were moving. It took a minute to gather themself, and they blinked sleepily at their surroundings.

“You can go back to sleep.” Silver’s voice rumbled against their side. He was carrying them. “We aren’t that far from Ramshackle.”

“...You could have woken me up.” they mumbled, nuzzled closer to his chest. “I would have walked.”

“You looked so peaceful.” he responded, adjusting his grip. “Unless you want me to put you down?”

“No.” they sighed. “This is nice. Me and Grim are always saying that it takes forever to get to Ramshackle from anywhere in the school, I’ll take the ride.”

Silver chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Go to sleep.”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hello! If this prompt is to your liking - something along the Ladyhawke plot? Basically, during the day LWJ is turned into an animal while WWX is human, and in the night returns to human but then WWX is turned into an animal :) Or, for simplicity’s sake, I‘d just like to see LWJ turned into a bunny XD attempting to communicate with WWX who is oblivious, as you’d expect. Thank you! Your writing is amazing and I’m so pleased to read it always.

The f‎irst thing Wei Wuxian was aware of in his new life, before he ever recalled his name or recovered his cultivation, was the feeling of safety and security that came from being held in the palms of two hands, strong but soft.

Wei Wuxian had been the last and smallest of a too-large litter, causing his mother to bare her teeth at him and chase him away no matter how pitifully he cried. By the laws of nature, he should have died, unloved, but even before he remembered his past deeds he was never one to be bound by those laws. He was lucky: the soft hands came for him then, lifting him high off the ground, letting him shiver against a warm breast and even faithfully feeding him milk from a hollow reed every time he was hungry.

After some time, the haze of infancy cleared from his eyes and, for the first time, the soft hands offered him a leaf instead of milk. It was a good leaf, too. Crunchy and firm, unmarred by any insect bites and still wet from the morning dew.

Wei Wuxian gnawed on it, quite content, and reached up with his left hindleg to lazily scratch at his long floppy ear. For a rabbit, this was the very definition‎ of paradise.

Not bad at all, he thought to himself, quite smug, and not for the first time considered himself rather lucky in comparison to his stronger brothers and sisters, who were probably being taught to forage even now. They might have a mother, but Wei Wuxian has a pair of soft hands framed by long, sweeping white sleeves, and he thought that he did quite well out the bargain.

With such thoughts, he was naturally reluctant to be left behind. He followed those hands on their daily rounds, hopping‎ down dabbled forest pathways made of stone and painstakingly climbing steps to sit in cold rooms that smelt of sandalwood while the soft hands plucked at the strings of a guqin. He wouldn't hold himself back, either: he would nuzzle a kneeling thigh or try to clamber onto the man's belly to sleep, and he was never rejected. Even when he couldn't keep up, he shamelessly cried until the hands came and gathered him up close, letting him rest his sable head against the stark white robes and listen to the comforting sound of a strong heartbeat.

All things considered, Wei Wuxian was quite pleased with his life, a state of affairs that lasted right up until the first time the hands wrapped up the guqin in a white cloth, drew an ice-pale sword from its sheath and took to the air, leaving Wei Wuxian behind, abandoned and bereft.

Obviously, this was absolutely intolerable.

Wei Wuxian settled himself down on the bed and began loudly crying. Other pairs of hands, smaller ones that sometimes brought treats, sought to comfort him‎, but he remained steadfast in his misery, lying prone on his side and weeping until he fell asleep and then waking up and starting all over again.

"He missed you a lot," the white-clad ‎child murmured anxiously to the soft hands when they return a few endless days later. "He wouldn't even eat - I even tried offering him some of the pickled cabbage he's always stealing from your table, but he wouldn't take it. Forgive me, Hanguang-Jun -"

"Forgiven."

Something about that voice echoed in his mind as familiar, but Wei Wuxian was distracted by picking himself up and throwing himself at his pair of soft hands at once, unable to hold a grudge and act indifferent the way he'd schemed he would, taking a mighty leap that did not even begin to trouble his pillar of stability though it did make the child giggle.

"I told you he missed you!"

"En."

The soft hands caressed Wei Wuxian quietly, then - as if familiar with the pain of separation, the torture of longing for what is not there - did not put him down. Instead, they brought close a dish of leaves and grasses for him to eat while still pressed up close to that broad chest, his ears full of that strong heartbeat that showed he was still alive, warmed by the bright golden core within.

Wei Wuxian, as always, forgot his woes, and was happy.

He was full, he was warm, tucked in safely into the collar of long white robes embroidered with clouds‎, and he could think of nothing at all that might disturb his joy.

That state of affairs lasted for about an hour, until another voice, also familiar but less so, said, "I am pleased that you have returned safely, Wangji."

Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, startled out of his planned nap.

Wangji? Lan Wangji - Lan-er-gongzi - Lan Zhan -

White robes, like mourning; clouds, to signify the main family; soft hands, a gentle voice, upright manner, the guqin -

His soft hands were Lan Wangji!

‎Wei Wuxian remembered, suddenly, all of his past life of toil and hardship - his carefree youth at Yunmeng, his brief time at the Cloud Recesses, his wide broad road turning narrow and dark -

He dismissed the latter part as unimportant.

"It seems your pet rabbit had also missed you," Lan Xichen, now recognizable, added, his voice slightly mischievous in a way that was familiar as well.

"En," Lan Wangji replied, calm as ever.

Wei Wuxian began cackling at once, little huffing rabbit sounds.

Who would think, he thought to himself gleefully as he raised up his head to take a look, that Lan Wangji, of all people, would break the rules of his sect to adopt ‎-

To adopt -

A rabbit.

A rabbit!

He was a rabbit! Wei Wuxian, Wei Ying, Yiling Patriarch, demonic cultivator -

He was the rabbit Lan Wangji had broken his sect's rules to adopt!

Wei Wuxian's head lolled back, stunned into a daze that did not abate even when Lan Wangji gently caressed his small head with his soft hands.

Of course Lan Wangji would adopt a demonic cultivator rabbit, he thought. That would just be his luck, breaking his precious rules for me of all people. But what did I do wrong to be reborn as an animal?

Well, actually, he'd done rather a few things wrong, come to think about it. And even if he was a rabbit, he'd had the best possible‎ life as one - he barely had to twitch his nose for a half dozen Lan disciples, not to mention the great Hanguang-jun himself, to scurry over to tend to his every need, so clearly the heavens weren’t intending on punishing him that badly.

Not to mention, he ‎seemed to still have his spiritual awareness - something of a new development, in fact, as he'd only noticed Lan Wangji's golden core for the first time today.

Of course, that didn't really matter. What use was spiritual awareness to a rabbit? All it meant was that he was now a yao, capable of cultivating and, if he turned evil, to be a target for a night hunt led by righteous cultivators.

He'd had quite enough of tha‎t in his last lifetime, thank you.

No, there was no benefit, except maybe the possibility of one day cultivating enough to form a beast core and transform into a human being -

Hm.

"Are you sure you will head out again so soon?" Lan Xichen asked. "You are still barely recovered from your injuries; for you to go out alone could be dangerous -"

Wait, what? Lan Wangji? Injured? Alone?

Absolutely unacceptable!

Clearly Wei Wuxian was going to need to get on that yao cultivation business sooner rather than later. Someone needed to take care of Lan Wangji, if he wasn’t willing to do it himself – and why not him?

After all, Lan Wangji was his pet human.

[vixenpen]

Okay so I got a idea. Can you do a scenario with Kirishima and bakugou (separately) were they are famous 18+ asmr artists. And when they get to the spicy parts the actually have you there. So there basically fucking you while recording. And things get really nasty

Bruh...this idea is so fucking hot to meee like, could you imagine??!?!?

ASMR Boyfriend (+18)

(Art by: @sakimichan )

“I hope you know how special you are, and how much you mean to me,” your boyfriend held your gaze. “You deserve all this and more, and if you ever doubt how I feel about you, I’ll make sure to correct that. Understand?”

You bit your bottom lip to avoid saying: ‘yes.’

Today’s episode was a Valentine’s Day livestream special which meant big bucks for you and your ASMRtist boyfriend, Eijirou Kirishima’s, date tonight.

Your role was tech support and...sound affects. You were supposed to be monitoring the chat to make sure everything was going well, but the way your boyfriend’s ruby eyes were boring into your own lustfully, had your full attention. It didn’t help that his voice had dropped an octave becoming heavy and sensual.

The comments were going crazy.

Yes daddy. Ily 💕

🥺🥺🥺

😍😍😍

Big daddy EJ loves me

“Let me show you what I mean, Pebbles.” He curled a single finger and winked, blowing a long strand of red hair out of his face.

You damn near tripped over the chords littering the floor to straddle his lap.

Kirishima chuckled, catching you by your ass and gripping it gently.

He kissed you softly eliciting a hum from you. Listening to your boyfriend flirt and seduce for thirty minutes straight all while giving you the deepest bedroom eyes he could muster always had you ready to go. Today was no different as he had been laying it on extra thick.

“Do you love me?” He asked, biting your lip.

Despite yourself, a small ‘mhmm’ slipped out.

He held your hips tight and ground you on to his clothed erection.

“Can you feel how much I love you?” He asked, eyes sparkling as he gazed up at you.

Before you could answer, his hands dipped beneath your shorts and stroked the heat building between your legs.

“Cuz I can definitely feel how much you love me.”

You moaned. Kirishima brought the mic closer. He pushed the material of your panties out of the way and hissed at the sensation of your cream coating his fingers.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby doll.”

I can’t either so hurry up and do it.

You thought to yourself, impatiently.

You ground into your boyfriend’s erection for some relief. The moans and smacks of your tongues colliding with one another grew more feverish.

The chat was going off like crazy as hundreds of horny listeners expressed their desires.

“Wanna taste you,” Kirishima managed to murmur as he whipped off your shirt.

His own shirt followed. You took in his perfectly sculpted physique bulging and flexing with muscle. He gave you a sharp toothed grin and you stifled a giggle.

“You’re so fucking cute, Pebbles.” He tapped your nose. “My sweet doll.”

Kirishima worked your shorts and panties down your hips.

His eyes dipped to the desire between your legs and his tongue slithered across his lips.

When his mouth descended on your hot sex, you stopped holding back, and let out a breathy scream.

“Taste just as good as you look, baby doll.”

“Oh god, Eiji.” You sighed as your boyfriend’s tongue massaged your folds and flicked at your clit.

He slipped his fingers in and out of your sex and lapped up your cum.

“Do you love me?” He asked.

“Yes,” you sighed quietly.

“Hmm?” He stroked into your gripping pussy harder.

“Yesss.” You replied, louder this time.

“I can’t hear you, Pebbles.” He stuffed two of his fingers, slick with your juice into your mouth and hoisted himself up over you.

Chest heaving, you watched as he pulled his thick, veiny member out of the jeans he had been wearing.

Without warning, Kirishima held your gaze and pummeled into you deep and hard, sending your back arching off the couch.

“Do. You. Love. Me?” He ground out, punctuating each word with a hard, deep stroke.

Your loud wails of: “Oh god! Yes, yes, yesss,” overlapped with the question.

The chat was singing like crazy as donations and comments poured in. However, it could barely be heard over the slapping and screaming of you and Kirishima’s sex.

As the chat went off in the background, your boyfriend lowered his lips to your ear and in a voice meant only for you said: “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby, we’ll have a real date tonight. I love you.”

“You can’t take it when I tease you, huh, brat?”

SMACK!

The thick leather kissed your bare ass, drawing out a whimper from you.

Bakugo chuckled. His crimson eyes met yours in the mirror set up across from his work station. Ever since you two had decided to spice up his ASMR streams, he had installed those cameras as a little extra incentive.

It just made the experience all the more hot.

“Look at you,” he chuckled, digging his fingers into your hips and pulling you back against the hard on poking through his black jeans. “Is this punishment or pleasure?”

He spanked you again. You jumped.

“Hard to tell when you’re giving me that desperate look. You slutty little brat.”

His nails ranked down your back. A long his of pleasure and pain escaped through your teeth and you arched in response.

“You like this way too much, don’t you?” He asked, a hint of sincerity slipping through in the question.

“Maybe I’ll just leave you here like this.” He jeered. “Let you just sit here. like the horny little brat you are.”

He stepped away from you, eying your round ass bent over before him lustfully. His grin was wicked as he gazed down at you.

You shot him a pleading look over your shoulder. You weren’t supposed to talk during his recordings until it came to the spicy parts, but sometimes Katsuki pushed it too far. You were so horny after watching him stroke his dick and talk shit for half an hour, you were this close to begging him to fuck you.

“Aww, look at you. You need daddy’s dick that bad?” He asked. “Fine, but you won’t get it that easy.”

Your sex clenched at the thought of what Katsuki had in store.

In an instant, he stood before you. He cocked his head and gave you his signature cocky smirk with an almost animalistic gleam in his red eyes that both scared and excited you.

“Suck daddy’s dick if you want it that bad.” He said in a voice so gruff and raunchy, your knees gave out.

Nimbly, you worked his angry looking flushed erection out of his pants and peppered the tip with kisses.

You kept your eyes on him as your tongue lolled out to taste every inch of his long member from top to bottom.

“Fuck yeah, babe, just like that.” He groaned, arms uncrossing to fall limply at his side.

You kept it up, stroking his dick as you juggled his heavy sack in your mouth.

“God, I love that fucking mouth of yours...”

Every praise and deep, shuddering moan went straight to your sex. You put on a show of slurping and groaning and smacking on his dick like it was a lollipop, both for the audio and to hear his cursing and shit talking babble.

“That’s it, ahh, fuck! That’s it right there.” He grabbed the back of your head and helped guide your bobbing head. “Daddy’s little freak. Nasty little slut. Fuck!”

His hips snapped forward, sack smacking your chin. You sat on your ankle and pressed down against it to offer some relief and much needed pressure to your aching clit.

“I’m gonna fucking cum, baby. I’m gonna cum in this filthy mouth of yours. You want that, huh? Huh?”

“Mmhmm!”

You felt Katsuki’s dick flex and with that, his hot seed burst into your mouth. With a sigh of satisfaction, your boyfriend slid out of your mouth.

He grabbed your jaw and brought you to your feet to meet him.

“Such a good girl now, aren’t you?” He smirked, brushing the dribble at the corner of your lips away with his thumb. “Guess daddy will have to reward his good girl now, won’t he?”

[kanmom51]

So I’ve known bts for a while and always liked their music (since like 2017), but I only really got into their other more personal content this year. Don’t ask me why, I totally missed out I know. Anyways, I obviously fell in love with them and I adore all of them. I noticed their dynamics and relationships; one thing led to another and I became a jikooker.

Since I’m technically a new army, I haven’t really seen too much older content if it was as consistent as it is today (except for run bts, I was so invested in that lmaoo). I’ve seen some of it, but honestly a lot of it was because I wanted to see the shifts in jikook’s relationship that jikookers would talk abt; many agree that jikook started dating since late 2015/ beginning of 2016. And yes, I definitely noticed how they changed among the years. It’s honestly one of the things that makes jikook so realistic.

So I was wondering if any other ship has had a progression like jikook has (ok I’ll be honest I’m asking about tk, since it’s the most popular ship). From what I’ve seen, tk has been (platonically) touchy from the start, but also pretty competitive when it comes to it. The only change that was evident was told to us by tk themselves, which was that they had drifted apart. Them being in a relationship just…doesn’t seem realistic. I mean when people start dating, you see a shift in behaviour like we have with jikook. Not to mention the amount of times tk have basically denied it.

I’m not too well informed though and frankly am a little biased, which is why I wanted to ask you. Like is there a period where tkkers (or even you, although I’m guessing no) saw a shift in their behaviour and see it as when they started dating? Do they assume that they were dating from the beginning? Why the heck do they romantically ship them in the first place if they have disproven it multiple times (this one is rhetorical ofc, I won’t ask you to try and understand them loll)

I think the emoji anon thing is cute aha, so I’ll be 🧸 anon :)

Nope to that, Teddy bear anon. :)

If you read the TKK's ask today you will see what they think. No logic. No sense of reality. Just fantasy and drama and crazy ass theories that have no holding in the real world.

Why do they ship them? I really don't know. They look good? But don't JK & JM look good? I would say it's more about them not actually being a real couple, but then you see how they aggressively defend that they are, so I am as baffled as you.

Obviously they haven't been watching the original content. That is one thing for sure. Because if they were, they would see how both Tae and JK would choose JM's company any day over the other. Wait, but that's if they actually listened to and believed them.

To them Tae is an outright liar. He lied ITS. He lied when he told the fan to get out of her imagination. He lied during his lives when he only mentioned JM not being able to be there (because who wants JM at all, it's JK he wanted to be there, or JK was there, hiding under the desk doing whatever those deranged people claim he was doing). He lied during BV2 in his letter to JM. He lies every single time he wants to sleep with JM or wants to spend time with him, not JK. He lied saying he likes JM the most. He's just an outright liar. And they love him to bits. Queue sarcastic laugh.

[lisxdumbr]

FUSION UNIT 07 — Crazy:B × 2wink

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"I liked the colorful and mischievous combination between "Crazy:B and "2wink" hey, was everyone listening~?"

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This is only a liveblog, that means I'm just summarizing the story while adding a couple of personal reactions. It also means it's not proofread!! proceed at your own risk, take it with a grain of salt too.

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We start with everyone at the backstage! It's finally the day of the live and Hinata says the fans look very enthusiastic!!

Rinne appears

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆ if you're looking for enthusiasm, we Crazy:B are at your service!

AHHH HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH THE OUTFIT, THEY LOOK SO GOODBBWNFKDNWK

Rinne is very animated indeed. He says 2wink should follow their lead but Hinata is like "ehh, we're not gonna let you leave us behind~"

Hinata says 2wink is a very experienced unit now, so it's ok to rely on them!

dude I remember when they were a teeny tiny unit in yumenosaki, I'm emotional wtf

Rinne is like "fufu, yeah, if you say so cheeky" but oh, it's time for them to go on stage already! take a deep breath and play lemon squash cheers while you cry because you got distracted by the video and lost your combo /cough </3

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On stage.

Rinne: Welcome to our FUSION UNIT everyone! we're very excited ~!

Rinne: Ehhh? I can't hear you~ don't be shy with your replies, one more time!

Rinne: Gyahaha ☆ you did it! I'll give you a perfect score!

He's basically cheering the crowd, for some reason I think that's adorable www

Hinata appears, says Rinne looks in great shape (?) and introduces the show. "what you just heard was LEMON SQUASH CHEERS! sang by us~!"

Hinata: I liked the colorful and mischievous combination between "Crazy:B and "2wink" hey, was everyone listening~?

Rinne: Sexy~? oh, Hina-kun~ do you look at me in that way~?

For context, 色 means color, however 色っ�� means sexy too, so Rinne heard that and assumed Hinata liked his sensuality LOL

It was so silly but I laughed so much wtf Rinne Amagi GQVBS if my blog gets restricted it'll be your fault

Hinata: Now! we'll start introducing ourselves in this FUSION UNIT~

Rinne: Hey, don't ignore my question! tch, you meanie. Well, it's our turn first!

Rinne: This is Crazy:B's, the free bees flying around leader! I'm Rinne Amagi!

He started talking to his fans saying that they're not prepared for him LOLL he loves this work so much though.

Next comes HiMERU. "This is HiMERU from Crazy:B. Welcome everyone. HiMERU will give you the best time today. Let's enjoy this moment together" He's so lame sometimes, Meru is the contrary of Rinne but I love both of them eitherway.

Next is our Kohakyun! "This is Oukawa Kohaku from Crazy:B too! I'm very glad you liked our first song. "Cheers!" for this encounter just like the lyrics said! Let's make the best memories together." I feel so soft, he said cheershwbjf don't touch me I'm not ok

Niki: Chorii~ssu! ☆ This is Niki Shiina from Crazy:B!

AWAWAWWHQWJKDL HOW HE APPEARED AND SAID HIS LITTLE CHORIISSU MY HEART SKIPPED A LITTLE I LOVE HIM AAAWBD

My liveblogs are 50% translation, 50% me admiring Niki, as it should be.

Niki: I ate until the performance was about to start! that way I'm full of motivation and calories to bring you the best possible smiles~!

He's referencing his "nutritional Niki smiles for the heart" here. I love him toomuch Ineedamoment

It's time for 2wink now! Hinata describes them as a happy melody, I'm soft.

Hinata: This is Hinata Aoi from 2wink! we'll bring a lot of excitement to you so please look forward to it! my characteristic color is Pink, shake your penlights for me ☆

He's cute and I love him

Yuta: This is Yuta Aoi from 2wink! pay attention to the performance of our performance too! the characteristic color is light blue, we'll fill the venue with our pink and blue lights... ☆

INTROS END. Hinata is very grateful for the support and says to enjoy the fusion until the very end.

Rinne puts an end to the intro saying that they should move on to the next song

This is where I was supposed to record Yuta's SPP but I forgot LOL anywayy let's ignore that.

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Hinata: That was "Fighting Dreamer" everyone~ thank you for singing along with me ♪

HINATA SAYS THAT SONG IS VERY SPECIAL FOR HIM, OF COURSE IT IS it's your event,,, but he looks so soft talking about his feelings for the song wtf, I'll cry.

Yuta says that's correct since there's not only one correct answer for them. This is all ref to Volcano Island I'M VERY SOFT.

So Hinata says that Yuta's movements were amazing and the venue was on fire with him!

YUTA WAS PRACTICING IN SECRET because he wanted his dance to be perfect ;;;;;; "I'm glad I succeeded in my performance" may I hug you?

Yuta: I can't be relieved yet when the next live is already starting. Alright, I'll do my best next time~

He's hwjdkwllqsnqkdkkqkd he h-he him. hi.m he.hhe hhhim hi him

Hinata is in competitive mode on now. "I can't loose!" So up to the next song !!

FINALLY the short scenarios are coming I'M TIRED JWBFKW help

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Hinata: That was "Mischievous Party Time!!" everyone! that was fun~♪

Yuta: Next is "Honeycomb Summer" from Crazy:B! be careful with the bee needles... ☆

THAT PUN WAS SO BAD AND GOOD AT THE SAME TIME. I love him. Also you barely said anything wtf why are you introducing them already.

Hinata: FUSION LIVE will continue! have fun till the end!

Ok. Backstage

Hinata thanks Anzu for her hard work, she was seeing everything from the sleeves (?) is that the word? Of the stage.

ANZU SAYS EVERYONE IN CRAZY:B PRAISED 2WINK'S PERFORMANCE, YUTA IS SO SURPRISED OMGGGGGG

Yuta: Did Crazy:B praise our performance? is it true?

THIS IS TOO SWEET HHHH HELP I'M COLLAPSING I LOVE THEM

Yuta says he wouldn't believe it if they told him themselves, but Anzu doesn't lie, so he's actually very happy!

Hinata says he wants to watch Crazy:B's performance too because they're too many people and he doesn't understand how can they coordinate themselves

Of course, your unit has only two people and the other one is basically your reflection loll

He's talking about their "uniqueness" and how much effort they've put to overcome this jwjfk "because it's infinite for Yuta-kun and me!"

If that makes sense (?) my brain is fried for searching kanjis all day ⚰️⚰️

YUTA SAID "ANIKI" HE CALLED HIM ANIKI AFTER SO LONG WAAAHHH I'M BURSTING IN TEARS I love you Yuta, he's definitely in a good mood right now,,,

SO the three of them are gonna watch Crazy:B's performance from the monitors together! cute

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I TOOK LIKE 2 HOURS DOING THIS. This is hard,,, I'm also sorry if my favoritism towards crazy:b shows but. yeah I do have favoritism towards them LOLL despite 2wink being my top 2, I love the bees vv much

I'LL CONTINUE WITH PARTS 4 - 6 tomorrow, thanks for your patience.

[starmieknight]

Gray Morning, Golden Home

Pairing: (poly) Jeongguk x Jimin x Taehyung x Original Character, [background OT7 implied]

Summary: (Indulgent fluff without much plot) Hari has a quiet morning with her magical boyfriends and their many, many familiars.

Contents: soft, magic!au, college/university!au, fluff without plot, jimin is a troll, jeongguk is a good boyfriend, taehyung is soft, oc is whipped, there are so many pets/familiars i had to make a sidenote to keep up with them all

The morning was cold and gray and damp.

Hari grumbled, still half-asleep as she buried her face in the folds of her comforter. The pale morning light was shining through the gap in her curtain, not warm, but piercing and cool. She was a fan of mornings like these, but still didn’t like to wake up any earlier than she had too. 

Fortunately, it was the weekend and she wasn’t forced from the comfort of her bed by any alarms or pressing arrangements to get to class or work on time.

Hari could hear Bass yelling in the kitchen, the little cat demanding her breakfast as the dogs ran around the linoleum. There was a pause from the cat and the sound of cat food being poured into a dish. She could hear Jeongguk quietly scolding Holly and shooing him away to his own bowl. 

Hari snorted. Rapmon was the one that needed looking after the most when it came to stealing cat food. He was one of the biggest of their bunch, but quite sneaky when he put his mind to it.

She sat up, taking a moment to just stretch and sit quietly while she continued to wake up. Kkanji was laying by her feet, the older cat snoozing quietly with her fluffy tail over her face. Hari smiled at her, amused that Taehyung’s familiar was sleeping with her instead of her own. But Bass was an unusual type and wasn’t one to wait around for Hari to drag herself out of bed when there was food to be had - or other coven members to bully.

Kkanji ‘murrrped’ at her as Hari ran a hand down her soft back, startling the cat awake. A soft purr filled the room as the sleepy witch lavished the familiar with affection before pulling herself out of bed.

The door next to Hari’s was still closed and she could hear Taehyung snoring inside. She cracked it open to take a peak. Three heads popped up from various points on the bed, Soonshim’s eyes glowing in the darkness for a moment before he recognized Hari’s scent. He opened his mouth to let his tongue loll out and his tail thumped against the bed. Yeontan and Sangdol scrambled out of Taehyung’s arms to jump up against her legs for her attention. Soonshim rose and stretched before leaping out of the bed and following the group at a more sedate pace.

“C’mon, guys.” Hari urged them into the kitchen. “Breakfast time.”

Jeongguk looked up at her as she and her entourage entered the kitchen, the dog’s nails clicking against the floor to announce them. He smiled sleepily at her and Hari felt her heart give its familiar jump at the sight. Even after months of exposure, she still had a hard time controlling her feelings.

Holly and Rapmon left his feet and their bowls for a moment to greet Hari and the other dogs before hurrying back. Bass only flicked her ears to acknowledge her witch, too concerned with her breakfast to do much more. Kkanji hurried into the kitchen behind the rest, quietly looking between Jeongguk and Hari to see who would feed her first.

Only Gureum, Mickey and Jjangu were missing from the bunch, the latter pair no doubt dogging Jimin as he got ready, the oldest of the familiars rather clingy to the temporary leader of the coven while the eldest members were away.

Hari was still nervous about how the atmosphere of the house would change when the rest of the boys returned home. Her joining of the coven hadn’t been planned and was an unusual one, given that she hadn’t even met everyone in it yet.

But the way that Jeongguk smiled so warmly at her and opened his arms to usher her in for a hug made her relax, stepping into his embrace like she was coming home. Her head was tucked under his chin and he smelled like a silly mix of Mountain Dew and faint sweet perfume and laundry detergent. She hummed contently.

“You were up all night binging that game again, weren’t you?” Hari asked in amusement, wondering where he found the energy to still pull all-nighters when she could barely make it through the day sometimes. Gureum’s mysterious absence hinted at a magical boost, the little dog likely recharging after helping Jeongguk stay up all night. “How are you awake still?”

“I’m gonna go take a nap after breakfast.” Jeongguk promised before she could scold him. “I figured I could go ahead and cook for you guys since I was already up. Jimin-hyung’s in the shower.”

“Tae’s still asleep.”

“I’ll wake him up when the food’s ready.” There was a vague, tingling feeling in the air that always preceded the use of magic, and the cabinets opened. Jeongguk’s eyes glowed slightly as he pulled plates and utensils out, four sets of tableware floating to the table.

Hari was slightly jealous of his ability, her own magic still too unrefined and imbalanced for her to feel safe with object manipulation like Jeongguk could. It was basic magic skills and her lack of magical upbringing made her own magical education somewhat lacking.

Hopefully Namjoon could teach her control and fundamentals when the rest of the boys returned home. Jimin said he’d offered to help her when they had their last phone call. It wouldn’t take much longer for their coven to be complete again now that the older coven members were no longer looking for the answer to their curse breaking.

There was a squeak from down the hall as the water shut off and Hari realized in the sudden silence that Jimin had been in the shower the entire time. She squeezed Jeongguk once more before letting him return to breakfast and she sat down on a barstool to watch him.

He was quiet and focused, having already set up several smaller side dishes while he cooked enough jeon for everyone. The smell of frying potatoes made Hari’s mouth water and reminded her of the hashbrowns her mom used to make for breakfast back home. Having grown up around her mom’s mostly white family in America and their set ideas of breakfast, the way the boys made their breakfast was still a bit odd to her, especially since most of the time it didn’t feel like breakfast to her.  Hari enjoyed it and was reminded of the few times she’d had breakfast with her paternal grandfather. Luckily for her, Jeongguk listened to her better than her grandfather and remembered her extreme dislike of fried eggs.

Set aside from the boys’ larger dish, was a nice little bowl of scrambled eggs, just for Hari.

Her chest felt warm and content.

Bass, finally finished with her breakfast, brushed up against Kkanji and Rapmon on her way to Hari, jumping into her witch’s lap. Bass’s funny, broken purr was loud in the kitchen as the young cat aggressively showered Hari with love, headbutting the witch’s chin so hard it seemed like she was trying to become one with her.

Hari laughed and scratched the scraggly cat under the chin, ducking down to give Bass better access to her face and receive love.

She nearly fell out of her chair when another head bumped into her own. Jimin caught her easily, laughing at her reaction and keeping her on top of her stool.

“Yah!” she scolded, slapping his shoulder. “You scared me half to death! And you’re dripping all over me!”

Jimin’s shoulders were shaking with mirth as he shoved his head into her neck, making her squeal as her neck was soaked by his wet hair. His silver locks were nearly gray when wet and left cold trails against her skin as he mimicked Bass. The feline familiar was only too delighted with his actions and redoubled her efforts, trying her best to headbutt them both at the same time.

Jimin only pulled back when the cat stuck her nose in his eye.

“Sorry, Hari-ah.” the silver haired man apologized, not looking the least bit remorseful. “I saw my chance and I had to take it.”

“He’ll be worse when you and Hobi-hyung are together.” Jeongguk warned, looking amused. “You guys are both the jumpy type and Jimin-hyung is a troll.”

“You say that like you’re any better,” Hari snorted, leaning back from Bass. The cat promptly lost interest in her and went to harass the dogs.

Mickey scuttered away from her to hide behind Jjangu and Rapmon, still wary of the excitable cat. Hari had to admit that Bass could be a bit of a bully to the smaller dogs if they let her. The witch scooped the Shi Tzu up into her arms for safety.

“I’m a selkie,” Jimin protested, whipping his towel at Jeongguk. “And the fact that you’d compare this face to a troll just proves that you need glasses.”

“Okay, Jin-hyung.” Jeongguk mocked, referencing some trait of the oldest coven member that Hari didn’t understand yet.

Jimin grinned at the joke and ducked down to kiss Hari so quickly that she barely had time to register it, her ears going red as he sauntered over to the stove. “Want me to finish this up? I’m not volunteering to wake Taetae up today.”

“I’ll get him.” Hari volunteered, carrying Mickey with her down the hall. “Gukkie’ll just roll him down the hall when he doesn’t wake up.”

“You just want to make out with Tae without us.” Jeongguk teased, fake-pouting with Jimin.

Hari lifted a hand to flip them off as she rounded the corner, the sound of their laughter trailing after her.

The room was still dark and the air conditioning was blowing a steady stream of cold air in, making it the ideal sleeping setting. It was no wonder why Taehyung slept so well and deeply. 

Hari made a mental note to take more naps with him in his room, the atmosphere just different from her own room in a cozy way. She used her own room for too many things besides sleeping, not having a playroom or art room like the other boys had. From what she understood of the unexplored rooms, the older members of the coven had private workrooms too - music studios and offices, Jimin had explained when she first started living with them.

Maybe in time, she’d ask them to add a room for her too. It would be fun to watch the magic they put into the house bloom.

Hari wondered how the house would sell one day if they ever wanted to move, having so much space inside when it looked so small on the outside. She loved it.

Taehyung snuffled and turned his face into the pillow as Hari pulled the covers back, sliding into the warm space between him and the edge of the bed. The smell of lavender and freshly washed sheets surrounded her, making Hari glad she and Jeongguk had finished the laundry recently. Taehyung procrastinated in changing his sheets too much for her taste, something she learned early on in their relationship.

He turned his head, still asleep but drawn to her warmth. Hari smiled and tucked herself into his side, kissing the edge of his jaw lightly. Taehyung’s lips twitched up into a slight smile, his eyelids fluttering a bit at the new sensation. Hari pressed another kiss to his jaw before starting a trail up to his cheek, his nose and finally his lips. She felt them curl beneath her own and had to pull back when her own smile grew too big to continue kissing him.

Taehyung hummed, trying to chase after her. Hari kissed him again quickly and rubbed a hand over his hair, massaging his scalp and tugging lightly at his hair like she knew he enjoyed. He sighed at the feeling, finally cracking his eyes open to look at her.

“Good morning.” Hari said simply, laying her head on the pillow next to his. She could spend every morning like this, lazy in love with her boys and exchanging hugs and kisses freely. 

It was harder to do outside the house where she was only openly dating Taehyung and left longing to hold hands with Jimin and Jeongguk. At least, in the realm of the non-magical. The boys assured her that things were more liberal in the magical communities.

“Morning,” Taehyung murmured, trailing his fingers over her arms and raising goosebumps from the ticklish sensation. His voice was even deeper than normal and rough from disuse and Hari could feel it reverberate in her chest. “Can I get a wake-up call like this every day?”

Hari pretended to think about it. “I dunno, I may have to rotate schedules with Gukkie and Jimin. I’d like to wake up like this too, y’know.”

Taehyung smiled fondly. “Then I’ll take a turn tomorrow.”

“I look forward to it.” Hari said genuinely, stroking her hand over his hair once more. “Jeongguk made breakfast. We’re just waiting on you.”

Taehyung leaned forward to kiss her one more time before sitting up, giving Hari a peekshow of his stomach as he stretched. She eyed the sliver of stomach she could see between his t-shirt and shorts appreciatively. She almost wished that Jeongguk and Jimin weren’t waiting for them so she could have some time to show her appreciation - or that they would come back to the bedroom and join her.

But the sheets were newly cleaned and breakfast was getting colder by the second.

Taehyung muttered something that she didn’t catch as he slid out of the bed, pausing a moment to greet Mickey where he was waiting on the floor, and headed out into the hallway.

Hari watched him go, lingering in his bed for a moment. She closed her eyes and laid back, soaking in the familiar smells of Taehyung. She could hear him join Jimin and Jeongguk in the kitchen, a cacophony of greetings from their many familiars almost drowning the boys out for a moment.

It felt like home.

Hari smiled contently, her heart feeling full.

“Hari-noona! Your breakfast will get cold if you don’t hurry!”

“Hari! Moon Hajoon! Did you get lost?”

“Maybe she went to the bathroom?”

Hari chuckled and called out. “Coming!”

[oneweekoneband]

shouldn’t gay taylor swift fans be given access to the original homophobic version of "picture to burn”? and other post-evermore reflection questions.

Did yesterday last twice as long as a regular day? Does anyone else feel like pulled taffy today or is that the four red wine spritzers I made myself with Sutter Home mini bottles of cab and cherry flavored seltzer? How long has it been since Taylor Swift has been to an Olive Garden? Is the part in “willow” where she’s like “You know that my train could take you home / anywhere else is hollow” about pegging? Does Taylor Swift understand even a basic sketch of the events of The Great Gatsby, a novel commonly assigned in school to teenaged children? Is Taylor implying on “marjorie” that her grandmother is a ghost? Is it weird of me to think it is nice that Taylor believes her grandmother is a ghost? Do I believe my grandmother is a ghost? Is it weird of me to think it is nice to wonder if maybe she might be? Is “gold rush” obviously for the Kaylors, or am I just being prejudiced against men’s theoretical right to be good looking? Last night I peeled myself up from a circle at the foot of the bed and poured hot sauce into canned minestrone soup when I realized it was already hours past dark. After it warmed on the stove I ate on our cramped front porch at the little painted table that is dirty all the time from just the air, I guess, even if you wipe it down twice a day, so when I see it I think of my lungs covered in dust too. But last night it was cool outside and I wanted to get as much air inside of me as possible, dirty or not, before the time came to crack southward at the waist, fall hard, with all my weight, down to my knees, and supplicate myself most disgracefully at the feet of the Lord’s most terrible daughter. The new Taylor Swift album became available at nine pm pacific time. Will there ever be salvation?

Has Taylor Swift ever met up with high school friends in a bar over the holidays and wanted to cry a little the entire time, feeling a battle in her own body between the parts inclined to slide back into the shape of an old self to fit and the hardened parts that can’t? I don’t really think so! But with “’tis the season” she has written a song about fucking your ex while home for Christmas anyway, and it slaps. It is always a wonderful treat when this anthropomorphized Tiffany platinum tennis bracelet sits herself down and writes up a pretty little fiction about the small and ugly things that normal human people do. This is what makes “All Too Well”—a perfect piece of autofiction about her fake boyfriend Jake Gyllenhaal—so good, though if you say that in certain company the reaction is like you’ve shot a dog. When Taylor spins me some shit like this, like about parking out by the Methodist to meet up in those strange, stretchy days at the very end of December for theoretically casual sex that you’ll think about sadly on the plane when you go, I accept it like a pomegranate seed plopped on my tongue by Hades himself and I thank her. If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would have asked you!!!!!!!!

Why doesn’t Taylor just call this a bunch of b sides that didn’t fit right on folklore? That’s what it is. And why deny that? They’re largely very good b sides. I love “dorothea”. Do you love “dorothea”?  Are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers???? If Taylor really is going to release a third part of this moody forest saga come March, will the government show some real leadership for once and declare a purge so that we the people might rise up and bring this despot to the justice she so richly deserves? Why is Taylor Swift the Patricia Clarkson in Sharp Objects to our sweating and shaking Amy Adams? Why do our mouths loll open helplessly to accept her poison spoon when proffered? Mama, please... Do you think, strictly within the cinematic universe of “no body, no crime (feat. Haim)”, wherein Olive Garden regular Taylor Swift avenges canonically murdered Haim sister Este by killing her husband and (my favorite bit) implicitly framing the mistress, that after all that is squared away she and alive Haim sister Danielle bang it out? Why did the lilting piano ballad, “champagne problems”, about refusing a marriage proposal from a college boyfriend make me cry this morning on my pathetic little walk around the neighborhood? Was I thinking of the night I was 22 when I said no and no and no then yes to a drunk boy asking me with flashlight eyes to give him a nonsense forever promise, which I did because I knew in the morning we’d have forgotten, or would pretend to? Is it because I know that night so well, can still feel and smell and see, though I never mentioned it to anyone, everything about the few hours in the dark where I fought sleep because it felt nice pretending I was someone I knew I couldn’t be? Or was it just because on Twitter someone made a video setting the song to clips of Sersh & Timmy frolicking together wearing the same vest in Little Women? Is “coney island (feat. The National)” the first duet between Taylor and a man that isn’t an atrocity and an attack or is that purely my Matt Berninger derangement disorder speaking? Is “coney island (feat. The National)” degrading my nervous system like a wasting disease even as we speak? Did I close my fist around something delicate???? Did I shatter you??????? Will my own horrible hand ever come out of the Arthur meme clenched fist into which it furiously curled when I first listened to the, yes, fine, extremely lovely “coney island (feat. The National)”??????? It’s been almost a full day and typing like this isn’t very efficient.

Is “cowboy like me” my dual reward for fighting with so many annoying guys in my “The Cowboy in the American Imagination” class lo those many years ago and, plus, for always believing that country Taylor would never die for good? Did Taylor Swift watch Brokeback Mountain for the first time this year? Would Taylor Swift like me to email her a pdf of the Annie Proulx story? Does Taylor Swift want to buy me the too expensive D.S. & Durga “Cowboy Grass” perfume I’ve been coveting for years? Is all cowboy content inherently queer? Just kidding��that one isn’t a question. Now that Taylor is once more in the business of recreational yeehawing shouldn’t she, as a gesture of goodwill, make the forbidden original homophobic version of “Picture to Burn” available exclusively to those gay fans who wish to have it? (i.e. the elite gay fans with a sense of history and place.) Does she not owe us that much? Isn’t that really the only respectful thing to do? Is it not the very, very least this monster could do?

[writingmorsels]

Prompt: Man Down

The search for Scofield and Burrows has reached its peak. The two convicts have found shelter in a car park building and are now heading towards the roof. You work with the police department aiding the federals capturing them and you're also maintaining a secret relationship with Alex Mahone. That fateful day you're in the backup squad when you hear through the radio Alex has started pursuit on his own. Worried about his well being, you ignore orders and launch yourself on his tracks to give him armed support.

Note: Y/sN = Your Surname

You were fixing the rest of your gear, slightly angry for being put into the most useless squad in existence: the Backup squad.

You didn't do years of Police Academy and Military Specialization only to end up in the Clean-Up Crew.

Again. For the third time during that case.

You had the slight suspect it might've been Alex's machinations behind the scenes, to keep you out of harm's way.

Oh, he would have a piece of your mind when that day was over. You didn't lose all your skills the day you two started dating, nossir!

Sighing, you gave a pat on every buckle on your riot uniform, counting then when made sure they were closed.

kksshhkt!

["To all units. Suspects moving"]

The radio came alive at your hip.

Your entire body jolted awake from its relaxed, if not even bored, state.

Your colleagues did the same: six foolish and playful men suddenly became cold soldiers, moving to approach the entrance of the parking lot. All waiting for the "go" word.

You reached them and took your place, a finger flicking open the latch that held your weapon.

Kshhkt!

["They're–kkhhsh–the roof! I'm going–shhhhkt–"]

["Alpha giving chase. Stand back until further notice"]

Your squad buds relaxed a little more again, the words of your Chief in command basically assuring them this will be another no-show for the Clean-Up Crew.

If Alpha was already on the suspects, they were not that much required.

The only one even tenser was you, after having listened to Mahone's voice underneath your Chief's.

You knew him and his Chase Fever: once he started, he would never disengage until he captured whoever was running behind. You didn't call him Malinois for nothing.

So you grabbed your radio and called Alpha team's leader, the one coordinating with Mahone for this takedown. "Just to make sure Alpha, Fed has gear?" Your tone didn't betray your worry, but a couple of your colleagues saw your face pale at Alpha's reply.

Khhsht!

["—Fuck's sake follow him!"]

["Too fast man…! Damn���"]

["Negative Delta. Fed has no gear and gave pursuit. FUCKING FOLLOW HI— "]

You felt your blood run cold when the radio fell silent suddenly.

The notion that Mahone was with no gear whatsoever gave you painful chills down your spine.

The next course of action for you was to call the Chief in command, since Mahone's radio wasn't picking up. "Chief, can't pick up Fed and Alpha got silent. Everything  ok?"

Khhsht!

["Alpha is down. Sniper, location unknown. Don't engage, I repeat don't engage!"]

A sniper? Alex was running on the heels of two dangerous convicts. Possibly armed.

Definitely desperate enough to kill.

And now there was a sniper too? If Alex died in another miscommunication between them, the CIA and the Feds, you swore to God…!

"That fucking idiot!" you blurted out as the radio found its place at your hip again, moving through your coworkers to reach for the door. "You heard Chief…!" One of them spoke, holding your arm in the process.

You turned around with fire in your eyes, yanking your arm free. "We have four men in full gear that just got downed and one in a fucking two-piece giving chase! He needs backup and if the sniper is still there then say a fucking prayer for me boys, because I'm going there!"

Your coworker watched you through his riot glasses and nodded, torn between following orders and doing what was right. "We could reach the roof from the east-side of the building, we’ll be covered by the overhang," One of them chirped from the back of the group, but your group leader shook his head. "We'll take too long–" you didn't hear any more than that.

Your feet barely touched the concrete as you ran up two flights of stairs, before reaching the door for the fourth floor, last known location for Alpha Team. Your colleagues were on the tarmac, black mounds scattered around the white lines of the car parking. “Guys…! Are you Ok? Lopez! Taylor!” you whispered while approaching, holding your weapon low and sporadically looking around for dangers.

When you reached the squad leader you saw his riot glasses shattered. Blood and bones and flesh were where once was his face, reduced to a pulp.

You kneeled down to check his pulse, hoping for a little light left in him, but the result was useless.

You checked everyone, placing fingers where you could to find a heartbeat that was snuffed away: each and every one had a bullet wound in the few vulnerable places a riot armor had. Eyes and neck, mainly, but poor Fox got the short end of the stick with a bullet exploding his femoral artery, making him bleed to death by the time you got there.

It had been a clean work, of a professional.

It wasn’t friendly fire.

“Oh no…” you heaved, a new wave of fear now making itself present. This was a work only highly-trained military men could do.

There was a rogue agent working for the brothers.

You immediately grabbed your radio and called in the rest of Delta Team, your voice shaking. “I checked Alpha...no one survived,” you muttered, now looking towards the door at the end of the parking lot. Open, probably left like that by Mahone as he followed the escapees.

Kshhhkt!

[“ Oh fuck! ”] [“ What?? ”]

[“Come back Y/sN, you’re gonna get yourself shot! We’ll figure out something with Chief”]

“I’m going on the roof. The Fed is still missing and we can’t lose another, today. Go around the other side and meet me up. Safety off the guns boys… Hilton, tell the Chief.”

With that, you ran.

You didn’t care how your boots slammed on the concrete of the next flight of stairs, nor did you care about the sound echoing against the walls. Your eyes were focused up the stairwell, towards the direction Mahone went.

At every landing your busted the door open, raising your gun and pointing chest-height, searching for the convicts and for Alex.

They weren’t on the next floor.

Or the next.

Or the next after that.

The steps started to blur together as your heavy breathing fogged up the bottom half of the riot glasses. Your legs started to get heavy and when a gunshot shattered the relative silence, you missed a step and hit the side of the next step with the tip of one steel-toed boot.

You fell on one knee coming to a screeching halt and looked up, towards the door left open a couple of landing above your head. “Fuck...c’mon…!” you hissed under your voice, hoisting yourself up and pushing to run faster now, a new mantra resonating in your brain.

“Please be his gun” “Please be his gun” “Please be his gun!”

Every step was a prayer, a wish to find him standing victorious above one or both convicts so you could walk up to him and slap his beautiful face raw for the horrible scare heー

Everything stopped. Your feet, your mind, your breath and your heart, when you reached the open door for the last floor: in slow motion you saw Alex sprawled on the tarmac and not Scofield or Burrows.

Your eyes transfixed on the blood still fresh pooling underneath his upper torso, then up to the two fugitive slinking away towards an exit kept open by a third person you didn’t recognize.

You moved out of training and habit, grabbing your gun and raising it to shoot one round of bullets towards the brothers. At the same time you used your open fire to reach Alex, trying to remain cold and collected.

But you couldn’t.

The sight of his unresponsive body was clawing at your heart, ice stabs sinking deep into you. “Alex…!” you called for him, hoping to see him raise his head even if slightly, but he didn’t move.

Fuck them, you thought as tears started to cloud your vision, and when your gun finally emptied its magazine, you chucked it aside and knelt down at Alex’s side. Seeing him up and close worried you even more now, seeing the gouging hole in his chest pissing blood all over his nice clothes.

You immediately went to push the heel of your palm against the hole, while you listened for his pulse. It barely held on, beating far and slow in the depths of his neck.

His blood pressure was plummeting by the second and if you didn’t do something, he would never reach the nearest hospital.

Still pressing the wound, you grabbed your radio, calling every channel you had. “MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!” your voice came out like a roar. “FED COMPROMISED! I NEED AMBULANCE IMMEDIATELY ON THE LAST FLOOR!”

A barrage of voices came from the radio right after, from the Chief, Delta Team, even from dispatch, all saying more or less that they will converge on you immediately.

With that message delivered, you could finally start to panic, feeling Alex’s hot, sticky blood soak through your glove. You pushed aside the lapels of his suit jacket, and ripped off the buttons of his shirt to reach for the bullet hole. You saw it dangerously close to where his heart would beat underneath your ear, when you two slept together.

The stream of blood kept spurting out regularly, following the rhythm of the most important muscle of his body, a clear sign the bullet severed an artery. “Sorry love, I’ll buy you a new one,” you feverishly whispered as you ripped off a good chunk of his shirt, pressing the handful of fabric against his wound.

The light blue slowly turned to red, then almost to black when the blood started soaking that too. It didn’t stop, nor did you; snaking your free arm behind his shoulders, you grunted as you lifted his torso up, trying to use gravity as a means to keep what little blood he had left  inside his body. “Please Alex… Please don’t do this to me…” you sobbed while keeping him against your chest. His head lolled to one side, completely abandoned, and you felt the wound’s pulse slow down beneath the makeshift compress.

Fear whispered into your ear that he was dying, you would never keep him with you, not with that wound, not that time.

Out of pure paranoia your trembling fingers went to search for his carotid again.

There was no pulse.

“No no no no…!”

You immediately laid him down again and put your ear against his left pectoral, hearing his heart starting to struggle, the beats now erratic and shallow. What remained of the fabric you had got stuffed inside his wound, not caring if you dislodged the bullet or not. You only had one job at that moment.

Helmet and glasses flew off your face, yanked away in search of better vision.

Alex returned flat on the tarmac, head tilted back to free his airways. Your hands found the center of his chest, one on top of the other, and pushed down.

Again.

Again.

Again.

You moved quickly, then, and sealed your lips on his to blow into his lungs, nose pinched closed.

Nothing happened, the only change was the taste of iron in your mouth. "No no please…!" Your voice quivered and you continued chest compressions, letting out anguished moans for the effort of restarting his heart.

"C'mon Alex…! Please don't do this to me…! Please–" your prayers were silenced on his lips when you breathed in him your whole desperation. "Please–! You–! Fucking–! Asshole–!" Strangled growls grasped at your throat at every push.

The next time you knelt down to blow into his mouth, you felt his whole body seizing for an instant before he tried to move, coughing violently. "Oh thank God…!" Your whisper followed your hands as you grabbed him by the shoulders and hoisted him up again against your chest. "C'mon Alex hold on just a little more...please," you muttered into his hair, as you put new pressure on his reignited wound.

He whispered something against your neck, but his words were so slurred you didn't understand what he wanted to say. You only knew his muscles started to relax again, little by little.

The sound of sirens made itself known, but it was too far still and you could feel his light fading away again.

"Please don't die... please Alex I love you don't leave me here please...please don't go where I can't cover you...please."

Delta arrived at the scene at the same time as the ambulance, running towards the only two forms in the parking lot.

They saw you assaulting the federal with all you had, performing CPR on the sprawled guy. "I'M LOSING HIM! I CAN'T–" You yelled back to the paramedics that came rushing, substituting you on the resuscitation.

They took Alex, put him on a stretcher as quickly as possible and brought him towards the back of the ambulance, now wide open.

"Take out the Thumper!"

"He's getting hypothermic, grab some–"

"He's not improv–"

The paramedics' voices got muffled by the door closing and by the sirens resounding long and high-pitched when the ambulance took off, leaving you there on the ground, kneeling in Mahone's blood.

Your hands trembled, completely red, and your face had a ghastly look on it.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you didn't even notice.

Your Team did.

Hilton, your senior only by a couple of years, approached you and landed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it a lil bit.

He seemed hesitant to speak, for a second, before he took a deep breath. "Y/sN, let's go." You looked up, never coming back from your shocked state. Your eyes were still filled with the pale, defeated face of Alex.

"Where?" You numbly replied and Hilton just huffed. "The hospital, dumbass. Get up, c'mon," the man added, grabbing your arm and helping you up onto your feet.

"I… have to talk with the Chief...and...and fill out a report...and…" your ramblings shook as much as your body now.

Mortimer, another one of your friends from Delta, piped up from behind the now little crowd around you. "Go to yer stupid boyfriend would’ye?!"

You blinked, your brain still enveloped into a thick smog made of iron and red. You couldn't stop thinking about Alex, but your body was frozen.

You looked down.

His blood.

His blood was on you.

Your hands, your thighs, your chest, your face.

Was he dead? Did he die in your arms..? There was so much blood.

It flowed out like a powerful river

And you couldn't stop the dam from breaking.

If you only sped up his death by doing CPR? If you didn’t stop the blood enough for him to survive? If you cracked a rib and punctured a lung?

If you killed him?

Something had cracked alright, but not inside Alex’s body. Your mind fractured at the thought of you accidentally ending your lover’s life, the only one that brought a little right of sun into your life.

The journey to the hospital had been a blur, your brain not even registering the rest of Delta Team following you on the Interceptor. Your feet moved only out of muscle memory when someone prodded you to walk in a certain direction. Eyes blind to the white walls and rows of chairs in the waiting room, where Hilton brought you to.

You only felt yourself drown, as a weight found its way into your chest.

Your reddened gaze only managed to resurface when someone tried to speak to you, a woman wearing blue scrubs. “Miss, are you Y/n, Y/sN? For Mr. Mahone?” she asked.

You blinked and nodded again, suddenly feeling cold. Your hands went to rub at your arms, trying to remove the aching in your tingling muscles. How did you end up in the hospital, you didn't remember clearly and you were alone if not for one of the youngsters of Delta Team near the vending machine buying a coffee.

A pale light was coming through the big windows all around the waiting room, sign it was morning and not late afternoon anymore. “Ye-yeah…” you managed to croak, as if you almost forgot how to speak, slowly straightening on the uncomfortable, plastic chair.

The nurse softly smiled at you. “He’s in stable condition now, Miss, and he has asked about you,” “S-stable…?” he was alive. Good God, he was alive and well, apparently.

For you didn’t know, but you passed fourteen hours sitting on that chair, completely unaware of time passing and people walking back and from the near emergency room.

You forced yourself up and followed the nurse towards the private room they gave to the federal, letting her open the door before entering.

There he was, in a hospital gown with his shoulder completely bandaged, arm bound to the neck and deep dark circles under his eyes. A big sack of blood was tethered to his good arm, half empty.

Before he could even turn his head, your legs moved on their own and you neared the bed, almost falling when one of your knees suddenly thought to give out.

Your hands grasped at him, flakes of dried blood falling on the clean blanket as you finally, finally embraced him with all the might you had left.

"You're alive," you murmured to yourself, while his voice huffed a tired laugh against your neck. "You're alive...oh my God," "It wasn't that bad, c'mon..." he tried to calm you down, starting to fight your hold a little.

You didn't care if the door was open, the brick wall you hauled your emotions behind gave out and you started bawling.

You held him tighter, sobbing uncontrollably as the thought washed waves of relief inside you.

You didn't kill him.

He was alive.

He survived.

He… It wasn't that bad…?

While a river of tears continued to flow, you let him go just enough to wind back your hand and smack him right across his face, effectively erasing his soft, tired smile.

"What–"

"FUCK– YOU!"

You hiccupped between sobs, every minute of anguish coming together in that stream of erratic emotions.

Alex watched you melt away in your tears and a sad, fond expression formed in his face.

"Y/n–"

"IT WASN'T THAT BAD?! YOU…! YOU–"

"Y/n…Hone–"

"DON'T– you dare– 'honey' me! I...– I HAD TO REVIVE– YOU! TWICE!"

"Y/n, I know–"

"You– ALMOST DIED–!" "but I didn't."

His free hand went up to grab at yours, to keep you in the present...and to keep you from hitting him again. His eyes searched yours through the mist of your tears, slightly tilting his head. "I didn't die. I'm here," he whispered, squeezing your palms to send the message across. "I felt you...I heard you honey–" "I...I thought I– killed you…!" You whined in complete desperation, fingers grabbing at his.

Alex just waited for your sobs to calm down enough for him to speak again. "You saved me…" his voice spoke gently, his other hand itching in its sling to caress your tears away. "And even if you ended my life, I would've been happy, because I could feel you near me for one last time," his lips twitched at the corners, for an instant.

Your sobs didn't know if they had to subdue or to pick up pace, after what he said, but Alex used your silent moment to keep talking. "You saved me, Y/n, and in more than one way... don't ever think otherwise." His hand freed itself from your hold and finally rose to cup your cheek, beckoning you to come closer. "Come here…" he hushed, tenderly forcing you to climb on the bed with him, bloody tactical gear and all.

He rounded his arm around your shoulder and held you against his chest while you shriveled against his side into a sobbing mess. "You bled so much…!" You lamented and he sighed, closing his eyes as he planted a long, soft kiss into your hair. "I'm sorry…" his breath caressed your forehead, a slight tension of pain when he leaned back against the pillows with you on the healthy part of his chest.

"You bled...like a pig…" you added, sobs slowly coming to a stop, one hiccup at the time.

His voice laughed tiredly, above your head. "Like every good cop…" he replied in kind, the joke falling flat.

"Wear...the fucking gear...next time."

"Yes ma'am."

Finally, warmth came back again into you and the next time you blinked, you found yourself asleep.

"I love you, Y/n…" Alex muttered against your hair.

The very same words he slurred against your neck, hours before, with what he thought to be his very last breath.

[not-safe-for-bts]

Terms and Conditions of Friendship {JHS} [2]

Part 2 of a looooonggg one-shot, please read the first part here! Also sorry for any grammatical/spelling errors I’m posting before editing today!

Warnings: swearing (it’s me), fuckboy!BTS, sexual tension with like all of the members, a road trip with 7 rowdy men, slight exhibitionism, teensy bit of masturbation, Dom!Hoseok, a very needy, bratty sub!Reader, spanking, oral (m/f receiving), daddy kink (again, it’s me, cmon), overstimulation, squirting, thigh riding, normal(?) riding, unprotected (wrap it up, kids!), just filth

Summary: 13 has always been an unlucky number. Always. It’s just... written into the laws of nature at this point. So it’s no surprise that when you hit the 13th month of your - ahem - dry spell, you do the one thing you swore you’d never do.

Masterlist

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“Where did this come from?” You inquire, gesturing to the car. Hoseok has to applaud you. You’re playing your innocent part very well indeed, considering he’s caught you masturbating twice in two days. There’s that sheen in your eyes, a cloud threatening to thunder over your entire face but you’ve kept your composure. He’s actually kind of proud.

“Oh, this thing?” Hoseok snaps the bonnet down and turns to face you. He wipes away the grease on his fingers with a towel, making sure to flex and he suppresses a smirk when you very obviously almost drool at the sight of his arms.

“Mhm.”

“Well, she’s been here for like two years now. Runs so fucking smoothly. I don’t take her to campus because it’s a pretty decent car and someone in the city would definitely highjack it given the chance.”

“I see. So you leave it here?”

“Guess so. I was actually about to give her a spin. Do you wanna come?” He’s looking down at you, his brown locks falling into his face as he does so. There’s a smile plastered on his face. The one that makes his rosy lips so wide and kissable, and his cheekbones become like 100x more noticeable. His eyes are sparkling with the excitement and how can you say no to such a beautiful face?

Okay. Maybe you should have said no. Turns out that this death trap has a horsepower of over 300 and Hoseok likes to go fast. Really fast. He’s a baby when it comes to rollercoasters. He hates them. He also hates things like boats and he gets a little nervous flying. But driving the deathmobile round right bends at 120- 120MPH?! - is not an issue for him?! Oh dear god you’re going to die horny as fuck and with Hoseok next to you and it’s going to be the most pathetic thing.

“Let’s see how fast we can go here!” It’s a straight road. It’s already hot today because you can see the ripples coming from the ground up made entirely of heat. Hoseok pushes harder on the accelerator and you are praying to every single god to please not die like this. Then you look over at Hoseok and everything just stops. His face is plastered in this big goofy smile. You’ve never seen him so ecstatic in your life. He’s gripping onto the steering wheel to the point his knuckles are turning white and you kind of think that he is a little scared of going this fast. Is he doing this to impress you? You mentally scoff. His arms are flexing with every tug at the wheel and he’s laughing so hard that his eyes are closing and you aren’t sure if he can even see the road. But... your heart falters and just looking at this bubbly, smiley, bundle of absolute happiness is enough for you to feel the adrenaline. Suddenly you’re not so scared because it’s Hoseok and he’s told you a million times that he won’t let anything hurt you. You suspect he had a hand in Jackson’s mysterious fall down two flights of stairs but he never really brought it up after uttering “well he did deserve it”.

You’re laughing now and so is Hosoek and you’re doing 145mph and Jesus Christ this is the most fun you’ve ever had in your life!

You and Hoseok drive around for a couple of hours after this and he slows down a lot. You’re still doing like 70 in 50 areas but it’s not nearly as fast as that straight where you were momentarily convinced that you were going to die. You chat with Hoseok, and he starts asking you about your grandmother.

Despite knowing him closely for so long, this topic never really came up until now. You find yourself pulling at the hem of your play suit (which only reaches your mid-thigh anyway) and unable to look at him.

“Hey,” he takes a hand from the wheel to pull your chin up gently and look at him, “you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want.” He released you and the butterflies are bursting in your guts. Can they fuck off already?

“No, no...” you shake your head, “I just don’t tell a lot of people about this aspect of my life... about my parents and stuff.”

“I see..” he hums but he doesn’t press you. Part of you wants to tell him. You don’t know why. But it does so you kind of do.

“I never got along with my mother.” You suddenly pipe up, looking straight ahead. You can’t bear to look at Hoseok right now, “it wasn’t like she ever physically abused me or anything but... I never bonded with her. At all. We never got on. Even when I was small she was kind of vicious towards me and as I grew closer with my dad, the worse she got. But she was always afraid of my grandmother. So I stuck by my grandma... she’s basically taken over as a mother figure in my life since I haven’t spoken to my actual mother since I left to study... she’s done everything for me my whole life, acting as though she was my real mother... even if she isn’t, she’s my whole world I guess...” you’re trailing off and you feel so stupid for opening up to Hoseok.

But Hoseok is driving real slow because he’s paying absolutely no attention to the road right now. He’s looking at you as you screw you hands into fists and look down. You’re blinking and he knows you’re fighting back the tears. He didn’t know... No one would have ever known you had such a detrimental flaw in your upbringing. Despite the shit you’ve clearly been out through by your own mother, you’re still so happy and cheerful, you still lend a hand and act so nicely towards everyone. Hoseok is in shock, he has to admit it.

There’s a sudden urge within him and he kind of wants to kiss you. Maybe it will make you feel a little better. But that’s kind of weird, so he looks straight ahead, too and drives back to the summerhouse in silence.

The whoops of the maknaes fill the air as they all jump into the cool water. Namjoon is sitting at the edge of the water, with his feet dangling in and a book in his hands he’s threatened the boys to leave him alone and he’s been so kind as to sit away from where the three youngest frat members are playing. Yoongi is sitting under a tree, watching the commotion with his head lolling. He’s clearly halfway to sleep. Seokjin is thundering out of the house with a flamingo rubber ring, fluorescent yellow arm bands and blue swimming goggles. He’s charging down the grass and he cries out for the maknaes to move. Taehyung isn’t quite as quick as the other parts of the trio and Seokjin crashes into him. You wince at the sound. You’re sitting on the bench a little way from the water. As nice as it looks, you’re kind of not in the mood to play anymore. Hoseok hasn’t spoken to you since your confession in the car and you’re worried you’ve scared him away.

You listen to the splashes and screams of the members but you’re looking down at the dirt. Some ants are bustling around your feet and there’s a ladybug chilling out on a blade of grass not too far away. The whole bench shifts suddenly and you look up. There’s a glass of lemonade sitting in front of you on the peeling wooden table, which is gaining condensation fast. There’s another one on the other side of the table and Hoseok is sitting opposite you.

“Hi...” he trails off. He feels bad for suddenly clamming up but he gets a little awkward sometimes. He looks at your face and it’s unreadable. In fact, this is the first time he’s not seen that little glint of heat in your eyes. Fuck. This is his fault.

“...hey...” you mumble, “thanks,” you motion to the glass in front of you.

“Look,” he begins and then clears his throat. God it’s hot out here, “about earlier, I’m sorry-“

“Don’t worry about it. I shouldn’t have said anything-“

“No, I’m the one who asked in the first place. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable and now I’ve been an ass and upset you. I’m sorry.” Jesus Hoseok is looking at you in such a way that makes you want to burst into tears. How do you feel guilty right now?

“Seriously, Hoseok, forget it.” You wave him off.

“I’d like to meet her.” He suddenly muses.

“Huh?”

“Your grandma. I gotta thank her for raising such a wonderful person.” There it is again. That genuine smile. Your heart falters yet again.

“Oh...” you whisper softly and a blush blossoms across your cheeks.

~^*^~

“jUNGKOOK-!” Your voice is high pitched and cut off within an instant as your body is flung into cold water. You surface, spluttering for a moment before your eyes lock and a fiery gaze is set on the maknae.

“Swim, Jungkook, Swim!” Jimin calls and Jungkook knows he fucked up. You catch up to Jungkook in almost no time and you’re forcing him under the water until his head squeezes between your legs. You freeze up at the sensation and suddenly you’re being pushed up from below. Jungkook throws you up using his arms and your legs untangle from his neck. You land in the water again and when you surface, your laughing. Jungkook is smirking at you.

“Damn, [First], I didn’t know you were gonna try and suffocate me with your thighs.” You flush.

“Jeez, [First],” Jimin chimes, “wouldn’t you prefer to do that to someone-Oof!” You elbow Jimin hard in the stomach and he doubles over in the water.

“Oh my god who?!” Jin is paddling over, still wearing the rubber ring. He’s discarded the goggles and armbands.

“Jimin!” You whine, “you’re such a loudmouth!”

“Okay but who do you really want to suffocate with your thighs? Is it me because you can totally do that.” Jin waggles his eyebrows and you immediately splash him.

“It’s kind of obvious who.” Namjoon chirps, turning the page on his book.

“Who?” Jungkook, Taehyung and June chorus.

“Hos-“

He can’t finish his word because he’s tugged down. The poor book goes flying and luckily lands on the grass but Namjoon is pulled right under the water. The other three burst into laughter and even Yoongi is letting out a chuckle under his tree.

But the damage is done. The boys now know that you have a thing for Hoseok and you don’t know how you’re going to recover. You and Namjoon wrestle under the water for a moment before he finally wind and his arms are wrapped around you. He’s swimming back towards the edge.

“Namjoon let me go!” You laugh.

“You’re not allowed to play in the water anymore.” He huffs.

He looks kind of really hot with wet hair and plump lips and droplets of water moving down towards said lips. You shake your head and then Namjoon is pushing your butt up and out of the water. You squeal at the sensation of his hands on you and you wriggle away from him. Just as you stand and begin running your hands through your sopping hair, Hoseok emerges from the house. He’s in nothing but his swimming trunks and he takes one look at you and almost busts a nut right there. You’re glistening with water droplets, body on full display from the bikini you’re wearing. Seriously, why do you wear such oversized clothes with a body like that?! You are the eighth wonder of the world.

Hoseok is frozen in place as he watches the way your body moves as you pull your hands through your hair to wring it out. Namjoon’s looking over at him with a shit-eating grin and Hoseok has to do something. Anything. Oh god do something, Hoseok!

“[FIRST]~!”

He’s sprinting towards you and your eyes bulge when you see him. Okay, you do not remember Hoseok’s body being that tones and defined. Shit. He’s hurtling towards you. He’s not stopping.

Why isn’t he stopping?

You go to scream but Hoseok’s arms have wrapped around you and you’re both crashing into the water. It already feels ice cold again and you’re in his arms which feel so hot - a deep contrast to say the least. You both surface and you wipe the water from your face, and then Hoseok’s. You can feel one of his legs pushed between your own and you are certain he can feel your pulse... there. He’s so close... your hands are on his biceps and his hands are on your waist. Your chests are pushed together and he can feel your heart hammering in your chest. Your faces are mere inches apart. His eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes and he’s seriously debating it this time. But he’s in front of all of the boys...

“Hi...” he whispers.

Your eyes are blown wide and you feel his leg move between yours. You whimper at the contact. Oh. Now there’s that look again. Hoseok is trying not to smirk. He’s got you right where he wants you.

“Hoseok, I would prefer it if you didn’t get any jizz in there!” Seokjin calls, “it’s freshwater!”

You push yourself away from Hoseok with some force and he begins to laugh at your embarrassed expression. But you’re all riled up again from being so close to him. You’re going to hell. You’re definitely going to hell.

~^*^~

“-and then the next thing I know, she’s blowing me under the table!” Jungkook reaches the end of his obscene story and you roll your eyes. There’s no way in hell that happened. You just don’t believe him.

There’s a fire crackling in the centre of the circle you guys have made and you’re sitting on the rickety arm of Hoseok’s camping chair and Jimin is on the other side of you in his own chair. There’s a guitar sat next to Jungkook but it’s long abandoned now that he’s started to talk about his many sex adventures with many girls. You have to admit, though, some of the shit that has been coming out of his mouth is kind of turning you on.

The boys, except for Hoseok and Yoongi, begin to debate on the percentage of truth in this story you know it’s closer to like 10 but Jungkook is adamant it is completely accurate. You feel fingers on your sides. Hoseok pulls you down into his lap and nestles into your neck.

“You’re warm.” He hums quietly.

This is weird.

You look around. Jungkook is getting ready to throw hands at Seokjin who is getting worked up about this story definitely being a lie, but also Namjoon who is giving pretty accurate stats on how it definitely isn’t true. Yoongi is somehow dozing off (again) and Jimin and Taehyung are exchanging notes of 20s. No one is paying attention to you or Hosoek.

“It’s the fire.” You whisper. What the hell is going on?

“I really don’t think it is.” He’s gripping your hips pretty tightly now. What is he doing? Is he drunk? You can’t turn to face him because you’re honeslty too scared. If you turn, this won’t actually be happening anymore, or it is and Hoseok is fucking with you and then you’re going to be pissed.

His fingers press in and suddenly, he’s guiding you to move very slowly against his thigh. You bite your lip, a shock of pleasure running up your spine. His lips are hovering over the skin of your neck and you’re already unable to breathe. The material of your romper is thin and after playing in the water, you opted against underwear. It’s almost just like rubbing against his jeans bare. That friction feels so good, though.

“Hoseok...” you mumble, “the boys-“

“-are not looking. Keep going.” He whispers against your skin. You’re growing hot already and Hoseok is moving your hips a little faster now. Your fingers grip into the arms of his chair and you’re so close to whimpering. So close. Already, the pleasure bubbling in your core is sending you feral. The fact that it’s Hoseok isn’t helping at all. The fire is burning and licking the air, but you can’t hear it. In fact, you can’t really hear much except for your breathing. Your burning up.

Hoseok halts your hips when you move a little too quickly and Jimin almost turns back to look at you.

“Go upstairs.” Hoseok whispers and you’re pushed up against your will. The pressure and the friction is gone in an instant and you want to sit back down and come like that, “now.” Hoseok sends a very light spank to your ass and you’re off as if you were some fucking race horse.

You’re stood in the bedroom you and Hosoek have shared over the last few nights. It’s really hot in here tonight and you don’t know if it’s just you or if the weather report was right and a heatwave is beginning. You can hear the boys downstairs laughing again and you know someone else is sharing an equally dirty (and fake) story. The door behind you closed quietly and you jump a little.

Hoseok says nothing as he prowls forward. He’s going to have his way with you tonight. He can’t hold himself back anymore and god knows how you’ve done it for a year. He’s going to help you catch up on what you’ve missed, that’s for sure.

The silence is broken when Hoseok’s lips connect to your neck and you sigh. His arms wrap around your waist and he grinds into you. How is he so hard already?

“You’ve been so bad lately haven’t you?” He hums against your neck, “so, so bad.”

“H-Hoseok...” you gasp when his teeth graze your skin.

“Hmm?”

You turn in his arms, your own wrapping around his neck as you bring him into a fiery kiss. Your teeth kind of crash together a little bit but neither of you care. Hoseok’s hands move down your waist, giving your ass a good squeeze before he hooks his hands around the back of your thighs and you jump up into him. Your cores press against one another and Hoseok moans at the feeling. You’ve literally never been so far gone like this before in your life and you don’t know why on Earth you decided to 1) let Hosoek make you ride his thigh 2) kiss Hoseok like this.

He takes a few steps back before you’re falling back on to the bed and like your bodies crashing down, the realisation crashes upon you that you’re kissing Hoseok. You pull away. You had always promised yourself not to get involved with the boys. Even if you liked them as much as you like Hoseok.

“What? What’s wrong?” One of his hands is caressing your arm and he sits up beneath you.

“I... we can’t Hoseok...” you sigh before running a hand through your hair.

“What?” He’s kind of shocked. The first offer of sex you’ve had in so long and you’re turning it down...?

“We can’t sleep together. It’s not... I don’t know. It just feels kind of weird and-“

“It doesn’t have to change anything between us.” Ouch. Hoseok winces at his own words. He’s a fucking idiot, “what I mean is-“ he immediately tries to backtrack, “-we can. It doesn’t need to be weird. Think of it as a friend helping out another friend.”

“I didn’t realise I was helping you but-“

“No, you dummy. I’m helping you.” He doesn’t think he needs to spell it out for you but whatever.

“Ok oka-... wait. Wait, wait, wait. How do you know that I need help...?” You furrow your eyebrows and you kind of look really cute. Especially since your hands are pressed against his chest and you’re straddling him and-

“Don’t get mad, okay?” Hoseok sits up more, one arm wrapping around you so that you’re still on him, “back at the house, I kind of overheard you telling Jimin that you haven’t gotten laid in a while.”

“Oh...” fuck. Now you must seem like a loser to him, “well, I was totally bluffing about how long ago it was.”

“Really?” He arches an eyebrow.

“Totally.” You’re nervous he can hear it in your voice, “it’s only been like three... Uh three...-“

“Honeslty, [First].” Hoseok prompts.

“Thirteen months...”

Fuck.

Thirteen months?!

“So that explains you flicking your bean in the bathroom-“

“You heard-?!” You shriek but Hoseok cuts you off.

“-and last night in bed as well-“

“-Hoseok I-“

“-think of this as the terms and conditions of our friendship. You are in need and I am available to help you.” He’s grinning at you, “let me help you, you poor, poor little thing.” He coos and he’s suddenly turned form Hoseok to... you don’t even know who this guy is, “would you like that?”

He pulls your chin towards him and you’re kissing again. It’s feverish and almost as hot as the room itself. Your arms wrap around Hoseok’s neck once more. This is just a friend helping out another friend in need. That’s all it is. His fingers are suddenly pressing against your bundle of nerves and you moan into his mouth. This gives Hoseok the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in and your tongues fight for a moment. Hoseok wins easily and you’re so compliant for him. You’re so well behaved for him.

It’s another moment or two before you’re grinding against Hoseok’s thigh again. He’s sitting propped up against the headboard, hands gripping your waist as he watches you with hooded eyes. He’s got a pretty good idea of how you’re going to look riding him and he’s growing harder by the second. Your face is buried into his neck, your whispers washing over his skin. He loves it. He loves the way you can’t control yourself. Your hips seem to have a mind of their own and oh-

“Hoseok-!” You gasp and he can feel your cunt suddenly become even wetter.

“Did you just come?” He inquired darkly.

“H-Hobi...” you’re breathing heavily and even though one orgasm has just washed over you, your pussy is contracting and begging for more.

“You naughty little thing.” He tuts, “do it again, but this time,” he slips the stringy straps of your romper down, “let’s switch it up a little.

Hoseok is in nothing but his underwear this time and you are absolutely bare for him. Your back is arched and his lips are playing with your nipples. He occasionally nips, sending a jolt through you and your sleek folds are rubbing against his bare thigh. He’s flexing for you this time and every movement sends a wonderful burn through you. It’s not long before your second orgasm is washing over you.

“Fucking hell, you’re really riled up, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes...” you slump forwards into him, pressing sweet kisses to his neck. Your fingers are aimlessly running up and down his toned front. You like how hard his body is.

“Want me to give a little more help?” You nod and immediately, you’re flipped onto your back. Hoseok is hovering over you and his kisses are on your neck, your shoulders, your collarbones. Little purple blossoms are blooming on your skin and you’re moaning quietly at their creation. Hoseok’s hands are wandering your body. Hoseok can’t quite believe that this is actually happening right now. You’re tugging on his hair as he leaves wet kisses just above your breasts.

“Hoseok...” you sigh, and you’re not sure what you want him to do. You’re body is tingling with the aftermath of two orgasms in a short time, but you’re nowhere near done. Your body is on fire and you’re craving more and more. His tongue rubs down the centre of your body, and he doesn’t stop once he reaches your core. You’re dripping. The sheets below you are already getting damp and Hoseok is in awe at the way your already swollen cunt gleams with your juices. His mouth latches onto your clit and you roll your body up, back arching as a moan rips from your throat. Using one of his arms, Hoseok pins your stomach back down and gets to work.

His tongue is hot and laving over every part of you. His saliva is only adding to the mess you’ve made of yourself and it’s dripping down his chin, coating the tip of his nose. His eyes are swirling dark pools and he’s watching you. Your head is thrown back, mouth ajar but you’re not making much noise. Your chest is rising and falling pretty heavily and he loves the way it makes your tits look. Your hips, though... if you don’t start behaving, he’s going to have to do something. He’s already struggling because of how wet you are but you’re grinding into his face. You’re making it hard for him to catch a breath and fuck, if he wants to spend the rest of his life eating out your pussy, he’s going to need to survive the first time.

“Sweetheart, stop moving,” it’s not a request. It’s a warning. But his tongue feels so good against your throbbing cunt. The way he tugs with his teeth at your clit, or runs the whole tongue down your slit, of when he slides in for a moment, truly eating you out. Your fingers somehow slip into his hair and you’re determined to make him stay there. You want to come on his tongue, “[First],” he warns again and moved his hands so that they’re either side of your hips. He’s really holding you in place but somehow, you’re still able to overpower him.

A sound rebounds - his hand connecting with the skin of your ass that he currently has access to. A noise comes from your mouth and the sting of pain only eggs you on. Hoseok pulls away and sighs. You peer at him. There’s a string of your cum coming from his chin and his nose is glistening under the light. Fucking hell he looks so hot. His own chest is rising and falling. His mouth is open a little and a hint of a smirk play on his lips. But his eyes are dark and you’ve never been look at so intensely before. It’s the same kind of look he wears on stage when he’s worn out from a routine, when he’s still flawlessly keeping in character. He’s looking at you like that and your heart stops.

His fingers pull you towards him and you squeal. His flipping you over and with his left hand, he pins you to the bed. You can feel his legs straddling yours and he’s binding you down with his own body. You try to squirm but it earns a sharp slap to the centre of your ass. You mewl at the contact.

“I fucking,” slap, “told,” slap, “you,” slap, “not to,” slap, “move,” slap. Your ass is heating up and the pain is beginning to sear but it’s sending bolts of heat straight to your core. You can feel yourself dripping between your legs. Hoseok is mad. You don’t know why until, “when daddy tells you what to do, you do it.” 

Oh. Jung Hoseok has a daddy kink. Well if you weren’t turned on before. You definitely are now.

“Come here.” His voice is dark and sultry. It’s dripping with authority. It sends a shiver down your spine. When you sit up, Hoseok has rid himself of his boxers and he’s leaning back again with his legs open. His cock is flat up against his stomach and you choke back a breath. He’s... fucking hell how is he going to fit? For a guy who’s so slim... His dick is long, around 6 inches give or take but his girth... he’s going to split you in half with that thing. You have to be honest, you genuinely didn’t think that Hoseok would have such a huge cock. Normally the size is proportionate to the rest of the body coughjacksoncough and you’ve unfortunately seen certain frat members’ to confirm that this is the case. But Hoseok seems to be an anomaly among all of those proportionate sized penises because he’s a slim guy and he’s fucking hung like a horse.

You already know what he’s expecting from you, and you crawl forwards. You take a better look from up close and you’re not even sure you can fit it in your mouth, never mind anywhere else. There are some thick veins that run up along the shaft and you wonder if they’re sensitive. The crevice at the tip of his dick is also leaking a little precum.

Hoseok’s hand runs through your hair. You peer up at him and shit he could come right now. You look so sweet with a little bit of nerves in your eyes, so close to his throbbing cock. He doesn’t remember feeling like this when other girls are about to suck him off but you are so pretty.

“Come on, pretty girl, don’t make me wait.” He breathes.

You didn’t realise just how much you liked sucking cock until you started sucking Hoseok off. His dick seems to have a one-way channel to his mouth because he’s a mess. He’s groaning and whining and his head is thrown back giving you a great look at his neck and jawline. His hair is slowly becoming more and more disheveled as he repeatedly rolls his head back. Your tongue works over his shaft as you take in as much as you can of him. Your jaw is aching pretty bad and his dick fills up the entirety of your mouth. He’s bucking up and hitting the back of your throat but somehow you don’t gag. He wants to ask why but he kind of doesn’t want to know. Hearing about another guy training you to be a cocksucking goddess would probably turn him off and he doesn’t want that.

His fingers are suddenly curling around the roots of your hair and he’s forcing you down more. You’re beginning to gag now as he starts to fill up your throat and you’re finding it hard to breathe.

“You can take it, you can take it,” he gasps and forced you down even more. A loud groan that he’s sure carries through the closed window and down to alert the others comes from his chest when you swallow around him and he knows he’s going to come if he doesn’t pull out right now. Another groan leaves his lips when he pulls your mouth off with a pop. There’s a string of saliva and your lips are swollen and bruised, “here.”

You move closer to him and he grips the base of your neck and some of your hair. He pulls you in to another kiss and forces his tongue into your mouth. He can taste himself on your lips and on your tongue but that doesn’t stop him from kissing you like it’s the only thing he knows how to do. He can get used to this.

“Come on, baby, are you gonna ride my cock?”

“Would you like me to?” You whisper and press a soft kiss to the shell of his ear, “daddy.” You add.

Now, Hoseok has had girls call him daddy before. He kind of loves it. He loves being in that powerful position, he loves having a sub to dominate. He loves being called daddy. But he doesn’t think he’s loved it anymore than this moment. The word falls from your tongue like it was the word you were born to speak and there’s this beautiful faux innocence in your voice masking (not fully) a filthy playfulness.

“Fuck, baby, come on,” his hands slip to your waist and you position yourself above him.

You know you should probably get a condom but you decide to ruin the moment instead.

“You clean?” You whisper and look at him, “I am.” You announce.

“Me too.” He whines. He needs you. Now.

You sink down on to him. You don’t need any lube. You’re dripping with arousal. The stretch causes a little bit of a burn but it’s nothing you can’t handle. Hoseok fills you up in a way you’ve never been before. You’re deliciously full. You can feel every tremor in his shaft. Hoseok can feel you throbbing around him. You’re squeezing so tight and he thinks he might black out from the pleasure. His fingers grip your waist and you still as he bottoms out by pushing the last little bit of his cock into you. Honeslty, you could stay like this forever - sitting on Hoseok’s cock. It fits you rather nicely. Slowly, you begin to move your hips. A stuttered gasp falls from your lips at the first movement. You don’t know how the fuck you’re going to keep this up bevause Hoseok’s dick feels like it’s made for your pussy.

Hoseok is just sitting there, biting his lip and begging himself not to come too soon. You’re so warm around him and you’re dripping on to his thighs a little. You slowly begin to move and Hoseok moans. You’re squeezing him tight and the friction causes a powerful wave of pleasure to course his body.

“Come on, Princess, don’t keep daddy waiting.”

And you really start to move. You decide you don’t want it slow tonight. You don’t want sensual or anywhere near romantic. No. You want it rough. You want to be unable to walk for weeks. You want Hoseok to rearrange your guts and fuck you into next year. Your hips are fast. Your fingers grip his shoulders as you ride him hard and good. His hands help keep the pace of your movements and you’re both being a little too loud.

Outside, Jimin is graciously taking money from Namjoon, Seokjin and Jungkook. Yoongi and Taehyung are waiting for their share of the money and something about “I told you they’d fuck while we were here” comes from Jimin’s smug little mouth. Your moans and Hoseok’s groans are filling the air and the boys are starting to wonder if you guys are going to stop anytime soon.

Your heart is thundering in your chest, your thighs are burning with you’re movements and your pusy is aching. Your legs are giving in and you stop your movements, panting. Your gleaming with sweat as is Hoseok.

“What’s the matter?” His hands are running over your body again.

“I can’t...” you pant, “I can’t come again... my legs hurt and-“

“-you’re going to come again. You’re going to come until daddy thinks that you’ve had enough.”

Hoseok grips your hips and holds you in place. Without warning, he’s rutting up into you and moans are rolling from your lips. He’s bouncing you on his cock, thrusting his hips up and meeting yours with every movement. He’s pulling out nearly all the way and them pounding back up into you.

You can’t help but cling onto him for dear life. Your body is going haywire with the pleasure. You’re numb all over. Hoseok is groaning and the sound of his thighs hitting yours, the wetness of your pussy around his cock, his balls slapping your ass every time he harshly bottoms out fills the room. Your legs hurt but Hoseok is holding you in place and he bites down as your nails dig into his shoulders.

There’s no need for his fingers on your clit because he moves a little beneath you and then his cock runs against your g-spot. You tense up and a cry comes from you. Hoseok doesn’t stop. In fact, he’s insistent on fucking into your g-spot now. Every harsh and fast thrust up into af least brushes against that sensitive spot and you can’t even feel your orgasm building until it’s upon you. You’re constricting around him, pussy gulping him in but Hoseok doesn’t stop to let you ride it out. No. He keeps going.

He’s grunting hard, the sound turning you on more and your orgasm is almost over but the pleasure is already heightening because of how hard he’s fucking you and how often he’s hitting your g-spot. Then it happens.

“hOSEOK!” He doesn’t even care that you didn’t call him daddy. He doesn’t care that your fingernails probably drew blood. He doesn’t care. Because you’ve just gushed an insane amount of liquid all over his cock and you clenched so hard even he moaned out loud. You just squirted for his cock.

He stop his movements and you fall into him. Your hand are slipping from his shoulders and you’re breathing heavily.

“Did you just...” he pants.

“Yeah...” you can hardly breath. Hoseok is still inside of you and you’re still throbbing but Hoseok hasn’t had his orgasm yet.

“All for my cock? You naughty thing.” He’s smirking. You can hear it in his voice.

You go to protest as he lifts you off of him but the sudden emptiness has you at a loss for words. Your cunt is hot and an absurd amount of your cum and juices begins to quite literally flow out of you. You go to protest as he repositions you so that you’re on your hands and knees but you can’t. You just can’t. You can’t think, your mind has gone blank. You’re a wreck.

Hoseok pushes back in without any warning and you bite your lip. It’s too much. Your stomach is clenching, as if refusing to give you anymore orgasms for the time being but Hoseok has other plans. He smacks your ass again as he begins to fuck you from behind. He loves the way your ass jiggles every time he slams back into you and he loves the way he can watch himself fuck into you like this. He laced his fingers through your hair and keeps hold of you as his pace quickens again. Your stomach is knotting. You can’t come again. You can’t.

“Hobi-“ you breathe but that’s all you can make out.

His fingers come lose from your hair and instead, he attaches them to your bundle of nerves. Oh no.

Your stomach is flipping and you’re squeezing around Hoseok so tight. He’s making every kind of noise you’ve heard him make before when you’ve overheard him bring girls home but now that he’s making them for you (and not to toot your own horn but he sounds like he’s enjoying this more), it’s so much hotter. Your fingers are gripping the sheets and you’re so loud now that the boys definitely know you’re being fucked.

Hoseok is fucking into you so hard. It’s almost an in humane pace in which he pulls out and fills you up and he’s rubbing hard, tough circles on your clit. He’s panting hard and his chest is beginning to hurt but he’s literally never felt this good in his entire life and if he doesn’t fill you up with his come, he’ll definitely die of a broken heart from the regret.

“Hoseok!” His name is like a mantra slipping from your lips and the coil bursts and you come again for him. This one kind of hurts and your eyes sting with tears but Hoseok continues you fuck you through until you’re squirting again and now your body is losing strength and-

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, [First]-!” He groans your name before an animalistic growl comes from deep within him. His pace stutters for a moment. His hot come spurts into you and his pace finally begins to slow until he’s not moving but he’s still inside of you. Your bodies are hot and weak and you almost collapse right there. He’s growing soft again. And he pulls out. He sits back, watching his cum slip from your pussy and he’s proud of himself. Your thighs are soaked with your come and your juices and so are Hoseok’s but neither of you care.

Gently, Hoseok brings you into him and you lie side by side for a quiet moment as you catch your breath. Your body is completely useless now. You look over at Hoseok after another minute passes and he’s rolled into his side, looking at you with a fond expression.

He’s never look at you like that before. He pulls you into a kiss. This one is soft and tender. Both of your lips are swollen and so you think that’s why Hoseok is being gentle with you now. His hands manuver you so that you’re lying on your side and he takes a look over you. Your body is still glistening with sweat, neck and chest littered in marks of his kisses, he peers over and sees bruises forming on your hips and waist and your ass is red raw. Oops.

“You’re so good.” He cooked, bringing you into him. You’re silent. Now that you’ve fucked Hosoek, you’re going to have to find new friends. No one has ever dicked you down that good and now your crush on him has grown again.

Hoseok worries when you don’t respond, but you do pull yourself closer into him. He wraps his arms around you and presses a chaste kiss to the top of your head. He thinks- no, he knows.

“[First],” you peer up at him and now he’s certain, “I love you.”

Your heart stops. Hoseok loves you? Jung Hoseok loves you?

“Don’t be ridiculous.” You whisper. His heart aches a little at your words. You don’t believe him?

“It’s the truth. I mean it.” He moves so that you’re locking eyes, “I know I said that this didn’t have to change anything but... Jesus [First], I don’t think I can live with that.”

“Hoseok,” you breathe, “what are you saying right now?”

“I’m saying, you dummy, that I want you to be mine. Because I love you.”

“I...” holy shit you’re going to cry. You’re actually going to cry. You’ve just fucked your crush of like two and half years and now he’s telling you that he loves you back! What kind of fanfiction is this? “I love you, too, Hoseok.”

He brings you in for another kiss.

~^*^~

“Why aren’t you sitting, [First]?” Taehyung asks innocently. He knows the answer. All six of them staring at you know the answer. Hoseok, sitting next to you, knows the answer.

“I, uh... I’m...”

“So red raw down there you can’t sit for a week?” Jungkook finishes the sentence for you and you immediately go crimson.

“You guys are loud~!” Jimin teases.

“Yeah, please don’t fuck while we are anywhere nearby again.” Seokjin huffs.

“Seriously though,” Jungkook begins, “if you ever get bored of Hoseok, [First], I am very okay with you coming to me instea-“ he’s cut off when Hoseok launches a banana at his head.

“Mine.” Hoseok nuzzles into your side.

“Disgusting.” Jimin turns his nose away.

“So was what they did last night.” Namjoon looks at you both with a glint of micheif in his eyes. You groan and turn into Hoseok, “ah look, an audio preview.”

“Oh fuck off will you?” Hoseok grumbles.

“I’ll fuck off with [Fir-“. That time it is an orange and Jungkook insists for the rest of the day that Hoseok gave him a concussion with fruit.

[jksangelic]

producer!yoongi (m)

rating: m

genre: fluff, domestic au, established relationship, smut, a little humor idk

pairing: producer/rapper!yoongi x reader

warnings/tags: extremely sweet and soft sexual intercourse, unprotected sex (be safe qt’s), last minute intentions of impregnation/impreg kink maybe, oral sex (male receiving), otherwise pretty self explanatory. yoongi is sleepy in this so that’s cute.

summary: trivia 轉: seesaw makes a great lovemaking song.

word count: 1750

note: this is a really old request. i mean, from last year old. so for that i apologize for taking so long to get to it. in other news, this greatly coincides with a dream i’ve personally had once or twice where yoongi’s song plays over a really serene and domestic smut scene 🥺 lucky me, right??? 

enjoy!

It comes as a surprise when you swing your leg amongst the sheets and thwap solid body, a groggy grunt retorting back.

You’re awake. Unfortunately so. Blame the open blinds and the orange that floods into the room, staining the wooden floors, majority of the bed and across your face. Mornings had been particularly brutal this time of year, and as you shift your sleep schedule according to the light, your beloved Yoongi sleeps until he decides his day starts.

You sit up and look down and there he is, awkwardly laid facing towards the ceiling and legs still hanging off the edge of the mattress. As if he sat, plopped down onto his back and passed out just like that.

It’s been often that he spends his night at his desk in the corner, creating, tinkering, erasing and over again. Happy and unsatisfied all the same even though what he did was, in your eyes, pure magic.

It takes a few minutes to really wake, careful not to hit your boyfriend once more as you stretch your limbs and wipe the crust from your eyes. You take a couple more in the bathroom to scrub your gums raw (you’d rather be single than ever have Yoongi experience your morning breath) and splash some water on your face.

“Pretty,” he would say. Part of him joking at the minimal effort and part of him more genuine than anything he would ever say in his entire life. He was always like that. A little indifferent in the way that he spoke but you have him all figured out, in the palm of your hand.

You think about turning on the TV, maybe flicking through whatever was new on Hulu. Until you catch his slideshow of screensavers idling on his desktop. One of you both at the beach, one at a concert, one of just you sipping from a cup in some cafe you found yourselves in. It makes your heart swell sweetly.

And then you feel a bit nosy, wanting to know what he’s been working so hard on. He’d shown you the basics of how to work his software, even an airhead like you knowing how to play the track without haphazardly throwing it all in the trash and setting it ablaze. If computers could animate that.

Lacking headphones, you listen to it’s intro as quietly as possible. It starts slow and simple, an initial “click” beginning and dropping into his beats. It takes awhile for you to realize he didn’t yet record his lyrics but the instrumental in itself is marvelous. It was calm unlike a handful of his other songs, encasing you in feelings of summer and nostalgia, if that was a thing.

“Snooping around so early in the morning already, huh?” Yoongi grunts, unprompted arms wrapping your shoulders from behind. You don’t startle and he finds that no fun, maybe from one too many surprises in your time.

“I like this,” you say, “What’s it going to be about?”

He nuzzles into your neck like it’s his safe haven. “How much I love you.”

You snort, letting the track continue and swiveling around in your chair so you can face him. “Liar. Did you mix this for someone?”

He travels a finger down the slope of your nose, pulling your bottom lip down with a thumb before letting his hand sink. “No, it’s mine.” A few beats.

“That’s it?”

“Heh. Remember our first year of dating and how bad it was?” You remember. The ups-and-downs, the arguing, breaking up several times thinking it was for the best. Your heart was unstable then, contrary to how solid it sits now.

“Yeah, that was rough,” you stand, inches away from his face.

“I’m calling it Seesaw, I think. I want it to be lighthearted, but for the rap to be somewhat convoluted. Like how I thought at the time of when we were a little rocky. Confused and maybe even a little dramatic.”

“So,” he interrupts you by kissing your nose, “you’re going to publicly throw me in the spotlight.”

“No, weirdo. I just like making songs that reflect on all parts of my life. Even the stupid ones. The instrumental has been a favorite of mine so far. Took me 6 hours to get it where it is now.” He kisses your top lip, chuckling into it and rubbing the lines in your forehead away with his.

“Your breath doesn’t stink.”

“You say that as if you’re disappointed. I washed up before I passed out. Maybe like—“ He checks his wristwatch, “An hour ago?”

“God, babe. How are you going to function today? Where am I going to get my attention from if you go back to sleep?”

He smirks, lifting you up with a bear hug unexpectedly and making the both of you fall, without grace, back onto the bed. “Oh, you’ll get my attention.”

“I can’t believe you just lifted me.”

“I’m scrawny, not weak. They don’t go hand-in-hand.”

You fake-ponder, squeezing your eyebrows together and staring into space, “I’m... I’m pretty sure they do.”

He attacks your neck, biting in retaliation and making you squeal above him, “Yoongi! Stop!”

Yoongi obeys, halting immediately and hugging you close. Close enough to near his lips to your ear and whisper a seductive, “Will you let me sleep in if I make you cum? How about it, kitten?”

You grow hot from his words, not bearing to look at his face and instead burying yours into his chest, whining simultaneously.

“Ohh... So embarrassed? How many times have we had sex now, surely you’ve grown used to this,” he taunts. His hands trail over your ass, a good squeeze gifted and playing with the frilled hem of your sleeping shorts. “I can sleep without it too.”

“No,” you muffle into his shirt, readjusting so you can breathe again and meeting his mischievous features, “I want to.”

“Hmm? You want me to what, kitten?” He croons, moving out from underneath and pulling you up the bed like you’re entranced by some siren song. All while nibbling on your sweet skin, digging his fingers into your bare ribs, convincing you with every beat of his heart.

You grab each side of his face, luring him onto your lips as you speak into your kiss, “I want you... I want you to make me cum.” He groans in response, flustered. As if he didn’t just command you to say so.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll do that.”

But he takes his everlasting time, palming himself in his pants until you offer to do it for him, eventually scooting down to meet his tightened sweats with your mouth, pressing subtle kisses to the bulge. Pulling the cloth down, his member flops comically to one side of his hip, still a little soft.

You test a lick, holding his base in your hand as you do so, “Do I not get you up as quickly as I used to?” You joke.

He props himself up on his elbows, his head lolled to its side and peering down at you with a scrunched nose. “I just woke up. Like, six minutes ago. This is sleepy dick. Wake it up.”

You laugh at “sleepy dick”, working it into your mouth delicately and swirling your tongue around it like candy. It’s always a weird feeling to have it, literally, inflate in your mouth. Graced in a certain size that seems to contradict his rather lean figure, not that you were complaining.

“Ahh, ah okay. Really sensitive this morning,” he moans, petting your face lovingly. “I wanna be able to last until I’m inside of you, please.”

So you both reposition, his love for missionary holding true as he fits between your spread legs and bracing his hands above your head. The song restarts which now comes to your attention, the “click” reminding you that you ceased to pause it.

Those nostalgic notes fill your head the same time Yoongi happens to fill you, saccharine and melodic. He loves to watch your face in pleasure, always immediate and sending pride right to his hips. He almost scoops upward into you, shallow enough to hit the nerves that make you cry out.

He thinks it sounds nice paired with his track, your high pitch mewls something he wish he could record, fine tune and embed into his audio mixer. The thought oddly turns him on, relocating his hands to the headboard and using the leverage to push into you rather harshly.

You squeak, pleading looks given to your boyfriend and receiving no mercy thereof. If he wouldn’t let up, then so be it. “Y-Yoongi, faster!”

“Ugh,” he pants, fiddling with your nipple between his gorgeous fingers, “H-Hey?”

Your hands reach towards his hips, egging him on with your touch, “Hm?”

“You wanna—fuck, you wanna make a kid?”

You’d laugh hysterically if you weren’t stuffed with cock, “Yoongi—“

“We’ve tried twice. How about another? Just in case.”

He slows for a second, kisses you briefly, then begins again at his hurried pace.

You close your eyes, humming, “Yes. Yes, cum inside.”

It’s only a minute before he finds where he was before, on the verge. As are you.

He exhales through hollowed cheeks, perspiration apparent and so godly handsome that that alone sends you over the edge, his full length and girth ramming into you as you arch.

“There you go, kitten. So sweet, so sweet for me. You’re like heaven, shit,” he stutters, not so far behind as he spills into you. He watches closely, like he can see how much he’s shooting into you, and even after long he doesn’t take himself out.

“Just making sure,” he nervously smiles.

You find yourself on top, again, seconds later. Still full and feeling a bit light. His song playing in the background, maybe for the ninth time.

“Should I turn it off?” he asks, reading your mind.

You watch the curtains pull in the slow wind, warmth shining on your bodies, not a cloud in sight. “No. I just want to stay like this for a bit.”

The rays particularly shine on the side of your belly, rotating yourself a bit so it can catch its luminescence. The feeling is a muted delight, then it’s sudden. The “click” sounds once more.

“I think—I think this is the one,” you say a little excitedly, hands floating above your navel.

But Yoongi sleeps soundly, breath measured. You suppose you’ll tell him when he wakes.

[atopearth]

Ikemen Vampire Part 7 - Theodorus van Gogh Route

Okay, I'm really hoping I'll like this route because Theodorus' looks are 100% my type. Not gonna lie, it was love at first sight when I first played this game lmao (so dramatic), I think it's the eyes and the brown hair, he just looks so beautiful🥺🥺 Hmm how interesting, I would like to see how long Theodorus and them can hide from the heroine the fact that they're all vampires. Considering that Theodorus is an art dealer, I wonder how he got that gigantic scar on his back, it must have been pretty bad if the heroine was ready to run away lol. Anyway, half naked Theodorus was nice fanservice I guess, too bad I prefer my LIs clothed hahaha. Omg, I know he just called her a dog but it was honestly pretty hot🤣 Anyway, I love how we've seen 3 different outfits from Theodorus already, that grey suit actually suits him pretty nicely!

HAHAHA, I love how the heroine apologised to him saying it was her bad for thinking that he was actually being nice (when he said he'd carry the painting just in case she got run over by a carriage with it since she was careless lol). It was nice how Theo's attitude changed a bit from his usual harshness when the heroine genuinely asked him what art dealers do (since she's being forced to help him to keep the secret about the scar), I guess when it comes to art, he's nice to everyone haha. The art deal was cliche since the heroine has got to see how cool Theo is at inspecting fake art etc, but Theo made it pretty entertaining tbh, it was great how confident he was, how concise he was with his words and how it felt like he knew the heart of the painter when he checked it, he was really cool!🥺 Even though Theo isn't the most outwardly nice person, I love seeing how kind and thoughtful he actually is. Not only is he a great brother to Vincent, I honestly didn't think that he went around selling the art of young and budding artists too! I really liked how he got the heroine to choose a painting that called out to her heart so that she could more personally experience picking art for herself with her own eyes and without being reliant or biased by Theo's trained eyes, I think it's really nice to see how Theo is really properly trying to guide her even though he probably made her his assistant on a whim to protect her from the whole vampire thing.

LMAO when Theo started tickling the heroine because Vincent wanted to see her smile so he can more visually see what he can fix for the smile on his painting. Theo really would do anything for Vincent🤣 Hahahah trust Theo to actually have a dog as a pet, it's especially funny since he keeps calling the heroine his dog lmao. I have to agree with the heroine, imagining Theo picking and buying that magnifying glass for her as a present was such a cute image, I couldn't help but smile. It's nice to have the confirmation from Theo himself that he started dragging the heroine around because he wanted to enjoy her time here. I feel like the reason he's doing all this is related to how Vincent died, since we all know Vincent van Gogh didn't exactly lead a happy life, and as the brother who couldn't "save" him, I'm sure Theo feels terrible about it, so I feel like he wants others to be able to enjoy life if they can? Well, I knew that with Theo secretly supporting artists to draw stuff other than what's allowed (religion and landscapes), it would cause trouble but I didn't think they'd really try to kill him, pretty crazy. But I guess he is forming an organisation to go against the Academie and threatening their positions in society so it should be expected in a sense. I'm glad the heroine was able to tell him that even though Theo thinks the true geniuses are people like Vincent, people like Theo are also irreplaceable for being the ones to discover these artists and work hard in bringing them to light and change how art can be perceived, since without people like him, not everyone may necessarily appreciate the art. I find it really sweet that the heroine got to see firsthand how hardworking Theo is and be inspired by him and want to help him achieve his goal of giving people the freedom to draw what they can and expand the world of art. I also love how much of a home she's made with the young artists now that they even ask her for her opinion as well, it's so cute~

LOLL it's so cute how Arthur telling Theo to go on a date with the heroine is like an instant no, but when he says the heroine wants to learn more about art, Theo's like let's go and doesn't listen to anything else hahahah. It was sad when Theo talked about how he didn't have the talent to be an artist and it took him a long time to admit that, but it was really sweet of the heroine to tell him that him following his dream until the end meant something because he was able to become who he is today after it. It's something so simple, but I think it kinda hit me too haha. It was really cute how Vincent patted Theo on the head for helping him arrange an exhibition for him, it's so cute to see Theo as a little brother haha. It breaks my heart to see Theo so traumatised by the sound of gunshots... Anyway, because of the Theo in this game, I googled a bit about the real Theodorus van Gogh and I just found it so saddening to read about how supportive he was of his brother Vincent van Gogh and yet everything ended so tragically, I think the existence of his numerous letters to Vincent really showed his love for him and it just makes me sad to think about how he must have felt over Vincent's death.

Hearing Theo personally say that Vincent is his whole world and that he refuses to let this second chance at life slip through his hands really makes it hard to tell him to not work so hard, since he more than anyone else knows the value of life and how important it is to do what you can in the time you have. So I'm really glad Theo's words got through to the heroine, and now she's decided to force him to let her help him as much as she can, then he won't need to do everything by himself. Shakespeare really likes to cause trouble, doesn't he? Regardless though, I guess it's good for the heroine to find out they're vampires if she really wants to stay by Theo. I like how she took the whole revelation though, she was shocked but understanding and I guess that's thanks to Theo for treating her so well, but also because everyone treated her nicely I guess. It was cliche but I really loved how the heroine rushed into the burning gallery to at least save the painting Theo and Vincent really treasured. For Theo to so earnestly cherish a specific painting makes the heroine understand just how important it is, so I could see why she would risk her life for it, and as someone who has seen his most precious brother die without being able to help him, Theo understands how heartbreaking it can be to lose someone suddenly, so I also really liked how he rushed to save her, and hugged her in the heat of the moment since he was so worried that he would lose her.

Although I'm not familiar with Paul Gauguin and his paintings, it's fascinating to find out that Vincent van Gogh and him lived together for a bit! Also crazy to Google that it seems like them living together ended with Vincent slicing his ear off and Paul leaving or running off to Paris. Anyway, for this story, Theo says that Paul was the person who shot Vincent to his death and then ran off, and then when Theo confronted him about it, he admitted to killing Vincent, and then shot Theo when he tried to leave?! Woww, that's so despicable. Honestly, I love how straightforward they are with each other. The moment Theo realised that some things needed to be spoken rather than assumed, he went to clear it up with the heroine that he does like her and hopes that he can move forward from the past with her. Whereas, with the heroine, she misunderstood (understandably since he was shy towards Arthur's teasing) but she still was brave enough to tell him that even if he didn't feel the same way, she would still love him, which was so cute haha. So, I'm glad they communicated properly and even held hands!

Although I'm disappointed that Theo and Vincent's deaths weren't as recorded in real life since I think it would have been really interesting to explore Vincent's suicide and Theo possibly being so struck with grief over it that he passed away half a year later, it was nice to see Theo overcome the desire for revenge and recognise that loving art is a blessing and not a curse even if they may not be the most talented painters. I'm kinda sad that Gauguin was such a basic villain though lol, like he's pretty crazy to kill people because he's jealous of art talent, and honestly he doesn't deserve forgiveness lol. I guess Theo had a love-hate relationship with the wheatfields painting. He couldn't help but love it since it reminded him of his and Vincent's pure love for art back in the day, but at the same time because they could never go back to that, he hated seeing it, but when the heroine risked her life to save the painting from the fire, he realised how important it really was, and how he loved it more than he hated it. On another note, I feel like it would be pretty cool if we could have something like a spin off and romance the "villain" counterparts of each of the LIs hahaha. I honestly loved how Vincent and Theo properly told each other how they really loved each other and cherished the fact that they were brothers even though Theo once upon a time did wish to not be his brother. On the other hand, I really didn't like how Theo also ended up going back with the heroine to her time and leaving Vincent. Like, I know and understand the idea of the usual stuff like it's about time Theo got to live for himself blah blah blah, but honestly, Vincent's existence is so integrated into Theo's life, I feel like having one of them missing is like losing a part of themselves even if it's true that they can thrive by themselves. It's also such a shame since I feel like Vincent and Theo finally properly opened up to each other and could spend more time happily bonding rather than being fixated on stuff like revenge and other worries, so yeah I'm sad for the romantic ending lol.

Overall, I really liked Theo's route! Well, I liked everything before Gauguin came into being lol, because he was made into such a weird obsessive character that is probably the worst villain to forgive lol. Like, how can someone who loves art just as much as them be so fixated on jealousy and kill people because of it? I'm not saying it doesn't happen, but it was super out of nowhere and a weak way to show that he's a "villain", when I feel like they could have done something more like Isaac Newton's villain where they did share the same love and passion for their respective skills, but things just happened causing rifts and stuff, so yeah, Gauguin and the last bits were pretty disappointing. However, I did really enjoy how this route tried something different with Theo hiding their vampire identities to protect the heroine, and I think I really felt how sweet, loving and caring he was. I also loved seeing how passionate Theo was with art and art dealing and how his relationship with Vincent was full of love but also some strain. I think their brotherly bond was nicely portrayed, but also could have been focused more on instead of the random Gauguin imo haha. Anyway, even though the heroine and Theo's relationship was pretty dramatic at times especially with the fire and stuff, it was still really sweet, and Theo definitely grew on me as they both worked together and she came to understood his dream haha. I think I personally like Theo's and Mozart's routes the most.