#writing; eniko

[cityandking]

new tricks

middy/eniko + uncharted au. 2.6k. human shield requested by @two-crabs + gunpoint requested by anonymous // angst prompts tw for some gun violence, minor blood & injury. middy belongs to @snapdragonling

Enikö’s first thought is, I shouldn’t have left her.

Well. In truth his first thought is a great deal more colorful, and the one after that is a smothered, seeping rage about the job and the money and her bleeding fucking heart and the stupid, half-calcified thing in his own chest. But what it boils down to, eventually, is the sunk-gut fear and the chime of too late too late too late ringing in his ears as he backtracks. He’s glad, at least, that they’d endeavored to pass through the ruins as carefully as possible; their path is undisturbed, and he saves time scrambling up the ladders he’d dropped for her rather than inventing new pathways through the crumbling stone and rotting wood. He makes it back to the central square in record time, but of course she’s gone—her, and Farago’s men too, muddy tire tracks beating back across the bridge. It’s the stupidest thing, the most reckless, and he’s already halfway around the square, clinging to shadows in the lengthening afternoon, before he realizes he’s doing it.

The girls are never going to let him live this down.

He catches up with them as evening descends, slowing at the telltale sounds of a camp being set for the night—shouted orders, the creak and rumble of the trucks parking, steady swearing at the thick mud from the last round of summer rains. The shadows welcome him as he approaches, sliding between thick shrubs and thicker tree roots until he finds a decent vantage point to observe the operation.

At least they haven’t returned to base camp—he’ll take his victories where he can get them. Instead it’s just the strike team hunkering down for the night. They’ve got not quite a half dozen popup tents, three trucks—maybe twelve men all told, in addition to— He scans the camp again, heart loud, seeking— please, please let her be—

Yes, there. He catches the flicker of orange with a sweeping wave of relief. He’d told her it was a stupid thing to wear out in the jungle but he’s glad for it now, watching them lower her out of the back of a truck with the ridiculous scarf, muddied and bedraggled, looped over her shoulders. They’ve tied her hands but clearly not her mouth; he watches her kick and argue as they pass her along like a sack of flour, and someone recoils when she spits.

Despite everything, amusement flares warm in his chest. She'll give them hell, that's certain.

He waits only long enough to see where she ends up—one of the tents at the far side of camp—before he starts moving. Now is the best time, while they’re busy with building and dinner and settling in for the night. He tracks a wide, silent circle around their clearing, gun in one hand and ears sharp, but none of them are any match for his training. What irony, he thinks with a humorless smile, and then it’s full dark and he’s slipping through the shadows around the back of the tent where they’ve hidden her. He crouches low, listening for a moment, but there’s no sound inside to indicate anyone has noticed him, no movement against the faint glow of a camping lantern shining inside. Carefully, slowly, he slides a knife out of his boot and finds the seam of the cloth. The rustle of the night and the singing of the cicadas covers the ripping stitches, and when there’s a gap large enough for him to slide through, he eases his pistol out of its holster and ducks into the tent, which is—

Empty.

There's nothing but a big, empty hollow of tarp and canvas—not so much as a cot laid out, only the dim lantern hanging from the highest point of the ceiling, a dull glow barely enough to seep through the canvas. He turns slowly, still crouched, but there’s no sign that anyone has been in here at all. There’s no guard, and certainly no prisoner. Has he picked the wrong tent? But he’d been so sure—

“Looking for something?”

He’s on his feet in a heartbeat, knife in one hand and gun in the other, leveled unflinchingly at the figure in the door flap.

“Or should I say, someone?”

No, not figure. Figures. Plural.

“I wondered if you might show up,” says Farago, one hand clenched tight around Middy’s shoulder as he propels her into the light. Farago hides behind her, coward that he is, but Enikö isn't watching him—he's staring at Middy and the tight-lipped smile she gives him, jaw flexing against the muzzle of Farago’s pistol where it sits just next to her ear. For a heartbeat, something flashes through him, some fear or fury, and then he does what he has always done and smothers it.

"Cassius."

"Hello, boy."

Farago's smile is a genial, dangerous thing. Enikö holds himself perfectly still, mind racing. He'd been prepared for trouble, but not this. The man had been back at base camp. The man was supposed to be back at base camp.

"You know," Farago says, almost pleasant, "Miss Moorhop was was quite adamant you wouldn't bother coming back, now that you've got what you were looking for. I'm a little surprised myself, truthfully."

“I would hate to get predictable,” Enikö returns. Farago’s grin widens.

“Yes I’m sure you would. You always did like to stand out, didn’t you.” It isn't a question, and he isn't looking for an answer. "Weapons on the ground, if you don't mind. All of them. Don't forget I know your tricks."

Enikö's mouth pinches in irritation—he's no old dog, and he still learns plenty well—but Middy catches his eye, and something in her gaze silences him before he can bite.

"It's alright," she says. Her voice is hoarse, and there's mud in her hair and across her face, but otherwise she looks unharmed. She gives him the tiniest, faintest nod. "Do it."

So he does. The gun first, and then the knife, and then the other he keeps at the small of his back, and the one strapped to his forearm, and the one under his jacket. It's a comfortable little pile he makes on the ground, and when he's shed his blades he stands before Farago, empty handed. It's an unpleasantly familiar position.

"And the artifact."

"I don't have it," Enikö returns smoothly. "I am not that stupid."

Farago gives him a long searching look, which Enikö meets evenly. He may be desperate, but he would have to be an idiot to walk directly into camp with his only true bargaining chip on his person.

"Where did you leave it?"

"Why would I tell you?"

"Perhaps I didn't make myself clear." Farago cocks the gun and sets it carefully, pointedly, at Middy's temple. The color washes out of her face, but she holds herself still and silent. Enikö wonders for a moment if she truly trusts him this much, or if it's her own self-preservation, trying to disappear in plain sight.

"The location," Farago prompts, any trace of geniality gone from his voice, and Enikö wonders, for a heartbeat, that old student's curiosity, just how far he can push before—

"Now," says Farago, and this time Middy does squeak as the hand around her shoulder tightens, Farago's knuckles going white. His finger twitches at the trigger, and Enikö folds like a house of cards.

"The old square," he says, heart tripping in his chest. All these years later and he's still playing right into Farago's hand. "The basin on the western side. There is a stone behind the eye. It's there."

The silence rings when he finishes speaking, stretching on for a heartbeat— two— three—

"There," Farago says, sliding his finger off the trigger, and Middy sags. Enikö nearly does the same; only years of practice keeping his spine straight in Farago's presence holds him upright. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"You don't deserve the find," Enikö says. "It should be mine."

"If that makes you feel better," he shrugs, careless. "Good little hound, aren't you, playing fetch for your master."

He doesn't think, which is what he'll blame later for the sudden, overwhelming lack of self preservation that sends him diving at Farago. The wide-eyed shock is more gratifying than Enikö could have possibly imagined—it almost makes up for the crack of gunfire and the sudden, searing pain in his shoulder that drives him to his knees.

"Nikö!"

"Don't be stupid," Farago says mildly, and Enikö vision swims for a moment. The man stares down at him, face blank and aim steady as Enikö bares his teeth, and then Middy is there, knelt between him and the barrel.

"Don't," she says, face tilted up, hands clenched into fits where they're bound behind her. His stomach twists; she shouldn't beg for him, shouldn't care nearly so much about what happens to him. "Don't, please, he told you where it was."

For a moment, Enikö thinks Farago might shoot anyway—neater that way, both of them gone, nothing but a ruined tent and a pile of old knives—but he sighs and plucks the walkie talkie off his belt instead.

"Finch."

The walkie crackles. "Go for Finch."

"The old square," he says, still watching them dispassionately. Enikö breathes through his teeth, shoulder throbbing, blood hot and itching where it drips down his arm. It's not that bad, not really. Just a surprise, that's all. "A basin on the western wall. Fetch it and bring it back."

"Copy, boss," comes the response, and the walkie crackles off. Farago slides it back onto his belt.

"Now we'll see," he allows. "If either of you tries anything, or if you have lied to me, I'll shoot one of you and leave the other to bleed out with the body. I'll even let you pick who goes first—I'm feeling generous today."

Enikö can't see what face Middy makes, but he sees her flinch.

"Bastard," he spits. Farago smiles.

"You would know," he returns, stepping out of the tent. For a moment, Enikö's eyes fall on the weapons on the floor, but then there's a new pair of soldiers stepping into the tent, broad and heavy in their armor, their automatics loose and ready in their hands, and Enikö had had enough stupidity for the evening. When one of them steps forward to bind his hands behind his back, he lets them without a word. His shoulder burns, but that's alright. He should have been smarter. Farago has always been a deft hand with dealing out punishments to fit the mistake.

"Are you okay?" he asks Middy. Outside comes the revving of engines and the glare of headlights, and then the rumbling of the trucks fades. Enikö counts two—that leaves one nearby.

"Fine," she says, and now that Farago's gone there's a waver in her voice, a half-wild look in her eye, and the start of a bruise at the corner of her mouth that sends that same fear-fury flash through him. "He shot you."

He wishes he could say it was the first time. "I've had worse."

"You've had—!"

"It's alright."

She mutters something under her breath—a curse, maybe—and then lets out a long, slow breath and closes her eyes. When she opens them, there's a sharpness to her gaze that he hasn't seen before.

"What?"

She gives him a look, pointed. "You came back."

"For all the good it did."

"You came back for me."

"I—" He cuts himself off. When he imagined this in his head, it did not involve sitting around as prisoner with the woman watching him so closely. What else is he supposed to say? "Yes."

He expects her to push, to make some comment on his heart of the lack thereof, to blame him for letting her go in the first place. But she only smiles and shuffles over, perched up on her knees to grin at him. He narrows his eyes. There's something going on behind that bright gaze of hers, and he doesn't know what it is but he isn't sure he likes it.

"Are you going to make a fuss about this?"

"No," she says, still smiling, and she leans up to press a lingering kiss to his cheek.

He nearly swears—nearly jumps—but her voice murmurs, low in his ear, "Lockpicks, left boot."

And then she's pulling back again, sitting with her ankles tucked under her, angled so he can reach without alerting the guards, both of whom look more than a little uncomfortable at the display. Minx. He swallows back an unexpected burst of pride.

"I knew you cared," she says, which nearly makes him snort.

"I thought you believed it was unlikely," he returns, slipping a hand down to grope for her ankle.

"Of course not. That was all talk."

"Ah, talk. Of course." His fingers close around something slim and light, and he tugs the picks out, twisting them around to get at his cuffs. His arm burns, but they're simple things, easy to get off, and then he presses the picks into her waiting palm. "Simply an idle besmirching of my good name."

"Exactly." She's even quicker with the tools than he is, and he feels the way her shoulders ease when the lock clicks. "I hope you don't mind?"

"You can make it up to me," he offers, shifting his weight to the balls of his feet, and then he's moving. The shoulder slows him down, but only a little, and the guards fall one after the other with a wheeze and thud of armor. Enikö winces.

"They will check in on that soon," he says, crouching to collect his weapons, slotting his gun back into its holster and his knives back into their sheathes. He touches the hilts one by one, each one a comfort. "We must move quickly."

"Wait, first—" She tugs her scarf off and nudges him to lean down so she can tie it around the sluggish bleed of his shoulder. "Can we beat them back to the square? If we take a shortcut?"

He frowns at her. "Why would we go back?"

She looks at him like he's grown another head. "The artifact. If you hid it—"

"It isn't there," he says. Middy pauses.

"What?"

"I have it. Here." He slides his good arm under his jacket and unzips the hidden pocket, sliding the thick gold disk of the star map out into the open. It glints dully in the lamplight. "Safe and sound."

She stares at it for a moment, then yanks the knot of her scarf tight with enough force that Enikö nearly drops the map. He bites down hard on a curse.

"You idiot," she hisses. "What were you thinking—"

"I came to rescue you," he returns. For some reason, he finds himself griped with the urge to smile. "Didn't you know I would? Or was it all talk?"

"You—! I'm going to strangle you!"

"Perhaps after we leave."

"And how are we going to do that, Mr. I Walk Into The Enemy Camp With Ancient Artifacts Strapped To My Back?"

"Quite the mouthful."

"Enikö!"

He shrugs and crouched over the guards, rifling through their pockets. It is unlikely, but if his is lucky, if for once luck is on his side...

The keys are in the shorter man's inner jacket, and he raises them with a grin. It's her, he's certain—a small, bright, unquenchable good luck charm.

"I don't suppose you know how to drive one of those trucks?"

Middy blinks at him, and blinks at him again, and then grins, a sharp and clever little thing.

"I've never tried," she says, "but I'm sure I could figure it out."

[foxymoxynoona]

Hmmm how about a jealous Eniko & a sexy in love reassuring meadow Jungkook?🥹❤️ Like they are out together with their daughter and run into his ex cat girlfriend, how would all that play out? 😱

Also, Jungkook is such a DILF🥵

OK so I made some changes to this since running into Eun-kyung is actually a pretty big deal! I'll write another DILF Meadow drabble though to make up for it 😉 I hope you enjoy this!

Story: Meadow Characters: Jungkook and Enikö Word Count: 3890 CW: jealousy, references to sex and marking and mating and past infidelity

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More recent, I don’t know where the others are ??

It was bound to happen sooner or later. Why wouldn’t it? Enikö and Jungkook were now thoroughly entrenched as pack leaders and that meant, to them, more than just the wolves. It meant being out in the community as much as possible, doing their own shopping, running their own errands, rather than hiding behind the privilege and luxury their status could provide. For Enikö in particular, this self-sufficiency was important. She’d been a prisoner in her own home before, locked up in the name of protection. Never again.

The Jeon Territory was large though, and larger all the time as they reclaimed lost pack lands. Large enough she might never be able to walk through downtown and recognize every face she saw; even Jungkook couldn’t, and he’d lived here his whole life. Not to mention the new folks coming in. But people knew who they were, and Enikö wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to strangers approaching her, greeting her by name, asking about her life as if she was… a public figure. Exactly what she was.

It still made her jumpy sometimes. There was no way to predict whether she’d be met by people who supported her work or criticized it. There were plenty of people who despised her, or didn’t recognize her status, or saw her as an invader –and many of them were not afraid to shout it to her face. Change was slow, slow enough she might never be able to feel safe walking around downtown without Namjoon or Ji-yoon or Chailai by her side. Jungkook was her ideal companion, of course, but they’re both just so busy, and what time they did get together was usually spent at home, or running through the forests, or gathering at a friends’ for a barbecue, or at most taking Mira to the Children’s Museum or a park. Of all the things Enikö could do when she had rare childfree time with Jungkook, running errands downtown wan’t anywhere near the top of the list. 

But then came the day: Jungkook had a dentist appointment she’d offered to take him to because he got nervous about dentists, and she needed to pick up her necklace from the jewelers after the chain had broken, so why not take advantage and swing by the new sushi place for lunch while they were at it?

Unfortunately, many others seemed to have the same thought about the sushi restaurant. They could see the line pooling outside the door, so Enikö suggested Jungkook try to get a table while she picked up her necklace. He resisted at first but ultimately his growling stomach and sulkiness about his sore teeth won out, and the jeweler was only two doors down and empty anyway.

It was quick work for Enikö to get the necklace. She didn’t wear the Jeon black obsidian pendant often but it felt nice to clasp it around her neck with the newer, stronger chain. Mira had been immediately drawn to it, as if she understood it was a gem related to her heritage, and yanked it right off her mother’s neck. Jungkook had been proud of her strength –until she tried to eat it and he and Enikö had to work together to wrestle it away. 

The gemstone slowly soaking up the heat from her chest once again, Enikö went to meet Jungkook at the sushi place. The line had cleared out enough she stepped right in to see if he’d managed a table already.

Enikö was friends with several of Jungkook’s exes. There were quite a few to choose from --even more if she dared to prod his list of rut partners from the years he hadn’t had a girlfriend to turn towards.

She did not prod for that list, not yet at least, not until she had more happy, confident years with Jungkook under her belt.

It wasn’t that she doubted Jungkook in any serious way. She felt his love. She knew his commitment. She breathed their bond every day of her life. But she had not yet grown past that twinge in her stomach at the thought of the women he’d been especially intimate with –not the high school girlfriends, but the rut partners who had seen him truly wild with abandon, which she had not; the adult relationships that had lasted longer than a couple of weeks; the particular relationship he had still been in by choice when he’d been forced to mate and mark her.

It was bound to happen at some point, that they’d run into Eun-kyung again. Why not? She lived here. In the territory that now belonged to Jungkook and Enikö. It shouldn’t matter at all and while Enikö had not in any way prepared herself to see Eun-kyung, if she had contemplated it, she would have optimistically believed that her confidence in her true bond with Jungkook would make the interaction no different than when she and Eesha happened to cross paths at the baby gym and had a good chat. They were going to have play dates.

That was not at all how it felt to walk into the sushi restaurant and, after a moment of searching, find Jungkook standing by the sushi counter in conversation with Eun-kyung, the woman he’d still gone to fuck the day after marking her.

Deep shame flooded her without check. Eun-kyung, who had sent him back a box of lingerie and sex videos, as if he’d still want them with his new mate. Eun-kyung, who had talked to her like she was a child, who in her own fucked up way had been one of the only people to point out how fucked up the situation was for both women. Eun-kyung, who had taken out her anger at Jungkook with a pipe to his car and been pressed against it as he murmured his apologies and regret to her.

Enikö wanted to say she was above it all but the way Eun-kyung and Jungkook stared silently at each other for such a long moment, having a secret conversation using some old language developed during their intimacy, dragged her right back to that time in her life that, until a minute ago, had seemed like nothing more than a distant dream. 

“You think I didn’t want to choose you? You think I’d choose this girl I don’t even know-”

Those words would haunt her until she died. She’d papered over them with all the things he’d said since then, words she believed, but Eun-Kyung was beautiful and it ripped the paper right off. Eun-kyung sighed and turned her face away and Jungkook’s tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, Enikö could see the bulge of it and the sexy gesture didn’t help the ball of dread in her stomach.

So what now? Did he still have regrets? Did a casual run-in with the woman she’d stolen him from remind him of the choice he hadn’t been allowed to make? Now he was stuck in a role he both wanted and didn’t want, with a mate who was busy a lot and a demanding young daughter and–-

But she wouldn’t let him go without a fight. She couldn’t. They were happy together! He loved her and she loved him and she wouldn’t let him go easily! She wasn’t that scared little fresh omega deer any longer. She wouldn’t give up her mate! She’d fought to earn her place by his side! 

She surged towards the pair despite the shivers down her spine. Either her motion or the sense of her caught Jungkook’s attention. Eun-kyung was in the middle of saying something but Jungkook turned his body wholly towards Enikö and held his hand out for hers. Instantly she felt less like she’d intruded on something and more like he’d been expecting her, waiting for her. She put her hand into his and let him pull her right into her side, but she caught herself with her hand against her body so there was still the slightest space. So she was still standing at her full height as she faced Eun-kyung.

They were the same height, she realized. In her memories, Eun-kyung was much taller, towered over her, but Enikö had knee-high boots on and Eun-kyung had flats on and they were eye to eye. 

“Hello again,” she said, seizing the right of the first words.

“Hello,” Eun-kyung answered. Maybe she wasn’t as tall, but she was as beautiful as Enikö remembered. Sexy. Cool. So very different than the professional public image Enikö maintained --maybe not as submissive and straight-laced as she’d been raised but at the end of the day, she was still herself. Not very cool.

“Nice chat, Eun-kyung-ssi. See ya later,” Jungkook said and nudged Enikö away but she stayed her ground. They’d been talking about something and she wanted to know what. She worried he wanted to hide things again. Not really but a little bit… His heart race was escalated, she could sense it as if it raced through the fingers pressed to her lower back.

“Things are a little different now,” Enikö said. “But I’m sorry for the pain our match caused you back then. I hope you’re doing better these days and that it’s not unbearable to live here.”

“Why would it be unbearable?” Eun-kyung pressed.

“In our territory.”

Eun-kyung rolled her eyes and gave a little shrug, “It doesn’t matter. Like I told your mate here, that was a long time ago. I’ve moved on.”

“Great.” Jungkook’s voice did not sound like it was great. His thumbs dug harder into Enikö’s back to make her move. “See ya around. Let’s go eat, baby.”

The baby felt awkward to her, like he was showing off. Why did he care? Back then, he’d called Eun-kyung "baby." And Eun-kyung had called her "a baby." Very different.

“It turned out ok for us though too,” she said to Eun-kyung. “He didn’t 'chew me up and spit me out' like you predicted.”

“Yeah, I heard he immediately pupped you and then used your blood connections to take over the pack or something-– look, I don’t care. Good for you. I don’t think about either of you at all and I sure as fuck hope you aren’t thinking of me.”

“Ok and we’re gone, thanks so much for saying hello,” Jungkook snapped and this time took Enikö’s shoulders and guided her away. His wasn’t the only escalated heartrate now. She expected him to lead her out of the restaurant; she was torn between not wanting to cede the territory and knowing that she would feel like she was performing for as long as Eun-kyung was in the restaurant. 

He pulled the chair out of a table that had been waiting for them, then dropped down to press a kiss to her neck near her mate mark. 

“Easy, Enna. Let’s just enjoy our lunch, everything is fine.” 

Was it though? Enikö plastered on a smile and tried to calm herself but it was hard not to read something into every gesture –-or lack thereof. Why didn’t he scent her? It was the normal thing to do when your mate was upset, which he could tell she was. When she rested her hand on the table for him to take, he busied his hands checking off the rolls they wanted instead and then flagged a waiter down for water. 

The meal was uncomfortable, to say the least. Enikö didn’t bring up the odd and hostile meeting. She tried to focus on the food, as did Jungkook. Eun-kyung left with a couple of women not longer after and theoretically that should have diffused things but it didn’t. She barely tasted the food. They started and trailed off multiple topics. She’d never been so glad for Jungkook to call for the check.

Obviously he was still thinking about Eun-kyung. Enikö wished she could read his mind. She wished he would volunteer what had happened without her having to ask. She swished she wasn’t so desperate to know. Suddenly even her own name sounded too close to Eun-kyung’s. Did he ever get them confused, think of his ex instead when he said her name?

“Enikö,” he murmured, taking her hand as they walked. “Just… just let me get us home first.”

“Hm?”

His lips straightened into a line and he said nothing further, the two of them wrapped in silence. That, too, felt like back then. It wasn’t easy, comfortable silence, she didn’t feel his love and presence, she was too wrapped up in her own pained memories, now prodded nearly to a fever-pitch by him sounding like he had something to tell her. 

He’d barely parked the car in the drive before she couldn’t hold it back any longer. 

“Do you still miss her?”

“I’m sorry I–- wait, what?”

“Do you still miss her?” Enikö asked because it was the question at the heart of everything. It didn’t really matter who said what, it just mattered how he felt about it all. Probably.

The passage of emotions across his face was remarkable for someone who often stayed so stoic, but he landed on one that could easily look like anger, brows scrunched, corners of his mouth downturned.

“The fuck are you talking about? Her ?”

“Yes, her . The girl you chose and had to give up because of–-”

“Because I met my true mate and the woman I love more than anything or anyone-–”

“But you didn’t at the time!” she interrupted his rush of flattery before it could further fluster her. She got out of the car; he followed close behind.

“No,” he conceded. “At the time I was pissed. I was angry and… and stupid. I hurt her and I hurt you even worse.”

She stopped just at the edge of the drive. If anyone had noticed their return yet, no one came running. Probably Mira was napping and Otto with her on guard. She crossed her arms and met his gaze and tried to think of what else to say. 

He took hold of her face and stared into her soul. “No, little one, I do not miss her. I haven’t thought of her a day since you took my heart.”

“Which was when?”

“I forget the exact day. Somewhere in Europe. Actually I probably hadn’t thought of her in longer than that… why would I?”

She took hold of his wrists and pulled his hands lower to rest on either side of her neck. 

“En… baby, you don’t need to be jealous of my fucking ex.”

“I’m not… I’m not jealous,” she scoffed. 

“Good. You don’t need to be.”

“I just… just seeing her again made me remember everything back then and…” She let out a deep breath through her nose. 

His voice dropped lower and she felt the flash of distress from him. She hadn’t expected that and in looking, managed to bump their noses together as he pressed his forehead to hers.

“I know,” he breathed out. “Me too.”

“That’s what I’m saying!”

“Yeah, the guilt and the shame just…” He clenched his teeth so hard she could practically feel it in her jaw. “Did I ever even apologize to you?”

“What?”

“For what I did. For going to her and for how I treated you when you were understandably upset–-”

“You did apologize.”

“Well it wasn’t fucking enough. Nothing could ever be enough. Maybe we should have just left after we saw her but I fucked up so much back then, I didn’t want to ruin your lunch too.”

It was ridiculous. It made her pull away and look up at him with confusion. Suddenly the distance between them for their meal felt different: guilt instead of regret, or a different reason for the regret; shame instead of longing for an ex. 

She kept hold of his wrists as she pressed, “So you weren’t fondly recalling–-”

“Yeah, no. It was just awkward to run into her. She came up to me and was all ‘well things look like they’re going well for you.’ And like… yeah, they’re going fucking great for me. How do you tell someone yeah sorry I didn’t tell you I got mated but she’s the love of my life and we have a perfect daughter and my life only got better after you?!”

Enikö’s eyes went wide and she threaded her fingers through Jungkook’s and asked, “So what did you say instead?”

“Oh. No, I basically said that–-”

“You what ?!”

“And I did say I was sorry again about the whole thing but that yeah, my life is great. Don’t look at me like that!”

“You’re such an asshole!” she cried and covered her face with her hands to laugh. 

“I said I hoped her life was going well too!”

“And what did she say?”

“Well then you came in and it just got worse from there…”

“I can’t believe you said that–-”

“Well what should I have said?! I’m not going to act like it wasn’t the best thing that ever happened to me. It sucks I hurt her in the process, that was shitty of me, but I’m not going to lie and act like I regret how my life changed.”

“You’re such a dummy,” she sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed herself close to him. No wonder Eun-kyung had been pissy. She was never going to feel like she got justice for the way Jungkook had hurt her, that was the truth. Maybe if she knee Jungkook had been hurt by Aloysius... but Enikö sure wasn’t going to call her up and volunteer that. 

Jungkook’s arms were tight around her, the relief in his voice obvious as he sighed, “Ok, so you aren’t mad about–- I thought you were upset again about what I did back then. I was ready to grovel, I just didn’t want to talk about it in the restaurant–”

“I don’t want you to grovel.”

“I’ll do it.”

“No, alpha,” she assured him, and twisted her face to kiss his neck. “I was just a little jealous, that’s all.”

“Of what ?” The way the words sputtered out was soothing in and of itself.

“I don’t know, that you chose her–-”

“I chose you a thousand times. I’ll choose you every time.”

“That you had a good sex life–-”

“Yeah I thought so until I met you,” he snorted.

“That you pierced her nipples.”

He froze. 

“I… well… I did do that,” he said, mouth twisting into something between sheepish and amused. “But I drank from yours so–-”

“Jungkook!”

“I’ll pierce yours if you want me to.”

She immediately clamped her hands over his and pouted, “I don’t. These poor nipples have been abused enough by your daughter, I don’t need you poking holes in them too!”

“Ah, poor little omega,” he murmured. All traces of the guilt were gone now, there was only smug playfulness as he slid his hands up her sides to press beneath her breasts. “Do they need to be soothed?”

“ I need to be soothed. Do you remember when you made me carry home a box of her lingerie and sex tapes–-”

“And you watched them!” he yelled, followed by a laugh. “You know, you were a pretty disobedient brat for a supposedly well-trained omega.”

“Hey!”

“Ah but I know, I shouldn’t have made you take the box home. I was an asshole. I’m a changed man now.”

“Apparently not if you made sure to tell her ex how great your life is now–-”

“Look I will take any opportunity to brag about Mira and you. You’ve got ears? Great, you can listen to how great my girls are.”

She shook her head and let it fall to his shoulder. 

“Ok,” she admitted, “I guess I feel kind of silly now for being jealous.”

“It’s not silly. I put you through a lot, especially around her.” He dragged his nose along her neck and throat, a supplicating gesture rather than a dominant one. “I’m sorry, En. I’ll never not regret how we started. But I’ll live with the guilt if it means I get to spend a lifetime making it up to you.”

“You already do, alpha.”

“More. I can do more.” His lips tugged at her skin and then her teeth. She understood the offer, if she wanted it. If she felt like it, after that emotional upset. 

“Hm…”

“I think it’s been a while since you’ve been jealous over me,” he murmured. “Feels kind of good… just a little bit good!”

“Oh shut up.”

“Would that make you feel better? If I shut up and just show you where my loyalty lies?”

“You didn’t have to make this sexual. I would have been happy with kisses and verbal reassurance.”

“Yeah but I do my best work with my mouth and my dick… and then kisses and verbal reassurance…”

She wavered. A mid-day romp sounded pretty wild with how tame their schedule had become recently. They’d eaten so quickly, there might still be time. They could check and see what time Mira had gone down. And he wasn’t wrong, she never left the bedroom (or sofa or kitchen counter or desk or…) afterwards not feeling certain she was the center of his world. 

“I don’t know, your mouth and your dick seem to have caused a lot of problems in the past.”

“Yeah but not anymore. Unless you’ve got something to complain about?” It was mean to ask that as he dragged his mouth along her throat, tilting her chin up to get that submissive access he wanted. His tongue followed, saliva leaving even greater scent of him, of his claim on her, of the proof he belonged to her too. 

“I guess right now the lack of them is leaving me with something to complain about.”

“Say no more. You want to go upstairs? Or should we just find a nice patch of grass–”

“Jungkook!”

“Yeah, I know the wild girl I mated. No regrets there, Enna. You bite way harder.”

“Yeah, don’t forget that,” she glared. 

“Ah, maybe you should remind me.” After her impulsive bite on his exposed neck, hard enough to make him hiss, he promptly scooped her up. “Ok, we’re in a hurry now.” Enikö giggled as he fumbled to get the door open in his haste to get her upstairs for whatever borrowed time they had left before Mira woke up.

Maybe there wasn’t anything that could make the ending of his previous relationship and the start of theirs feel good. Maybe she’d always feel a little guilty about Eun-kyung too, because things had turned out so well for them. She hoped Eun-kyung had a good life with someone who could make her as happy and erase any of the pain or bitterness that might linger. Jungkook and Enikö had each other for that, and with the attention he lathed on her nipples even left unpierced, she could settle into the truth that there wasn’t actually any space in their relationship for real jealousy or insecurity at this point. 

But, in the event it happened again, she was glad to have an alpha so eager to show her exactly who his heart belonged to with every look, touch, and taste. 

[goldpilot22]

@fancyfanstuff

the child prodigy is Lyric! I'm going to post a drawing of them soon :) they're 13 but very smart, and sometimes kinda unsettling in how much they Do Not act childish. before Lyric was born, their older sister Dimitreya died at age 10 from Inheritance sickness. [don't worry, the post about Inheritances is still coming soon, I just wanted to get this one posted first.] she stayed around as a ghost, and kind of attached to Lyric once they were born. she can't easily move things or become visible or do other stuff that ghosts attached to a location can do more easily, but Lyric can see her, and she can talk to them in their dreams. she helps them plan things!

Lyric's parents used to be some of basically the least shitty nobles there were, and would take in and offer shelter / protection / a job to anyone who asked, regardless of what the person might have done, as long as they were like chill while living there and weren't an actual terrible person. [in this society, being a criminal of any sort can pretty much prevent a person from getting any kind of job that Doesn't involve more crimes... it's kind of a slippery slope even for ppl who aren't already Good At Violence like Sterling.] they were well-respected without trying to be powerful, but unfortunately made some enemies, and ended up getting murdered. [dw, none of the other main characters were involved in that.] Lyric was physically unhurt but was very emotionally fucked up for a while. they still continued their parents' legacy of offering shelter n shit, and that's how they met Fray.

like Lyric, Fray is an orphan, although she doesn't remember her family. for as long as she can remember, she had been living on the streets, stealing to survive, and lighting things on fire for fun. and she was good at it! but things suddenly got very different for her when - after an encounter with what she didn't know was a baby deer - she started growing antlers. this caused a bit of a problem because, even though she was able to hide them under a [big and fancy... and stolen] hat at first, it made her very recognizable and unable to use like half the hiding spots she'd previously had. she'd heard about Lyric's parents, though, so she decided to see if she could stay at their place. they weren't there, of course, but Lyric was, and he let her live there.

despite her chaotic nature, Fray can be very motherly when she needs to be, and she pretty much adopted Lyric. [she's somewhere around age 20 at this point if I'm remembering things right [can't be bothered to check the doc rn], although she doesn't know exactly how old she is.] with her help and care, Lyric is able to cope with their parents' death, and they start learning about things that have been happening in the world since then. they feel that someone needs to do something to make it a less shitty place, and since they're a noble and could have some influence if they tried and had the power, they decide to be that someone. and, based on the events that they learn about, and what their cousin Wren has been telling them about a certain someone she's met, they start Making Some Plans...

[compendiumhistoria]

I did get one (1) thing done before OC Kiss Week, so I’m gonna post it, here @impossibletruths​ it’s those disaster bastards, Merit & Enikö!

Fair warning for: technically nonexplicit content, but only technically 

There was that gleam in his eyes. Sharp eyes taking notice. Enikö oft notices a great deal of things, but his gaze kept lingering longer than usual, Merit himself had noticed. 

Too long on Merit’s lips, too long down his mostly unbuttoned shirt, and down of slight length of him. The attention was driving Merit up the wall in the best and worst way, but they were on a job, and whatever thought was stirring in Enikö’s head would wait until then. That damned professionalism of his is a gift and a curse.

It doesn't stop Merit from flirting the whole evening though. Short of being told to stop, Merit wouldn’t, not when he’s quite attracted to the cut of Enikö’s jawline, sharp barely-blue eyes and just as sharp wit. He’s liable to cut Merit down in some way, and Merit rather wants to found out how.

There’s time for that later though. The sale goes well, Merit ever the cheery frontman and Enikö watching for trouble from the shadows. He didn't have to stop anyone himself if it would get him hurt, Merit had assured, he just needed to let Merit know if he saw something Merit hadn't.

Merit didn’t point out he could have called tougher, more loyal-to-Kilan backup, but then those big lugs are better as muscle to lift and smash than to watch backs. And oftentimes rougher on the eyes, but that hardly needs saying. Either way, Enikö’s part was done, and Merit had already texted Kilan about the success, he was done for the night too.

“--We could get drinks to celebrate, and I can pay, gentleman I am. Or we could have them free at my place, you know, we’re not far.” Merit tries with his brightest smile as they walk.

Enikö’s lips curve on one side, a smug man’s smile to match the gleam. He slows his steps to a stop and Merit does the same. “You’ve been angling to that all night, Merit, do you ever tire of your own voice?”

“Not really. The only time I shut up is when someone makes me.”

Merit’s tone drips with insinuation, and there’s a beat before Enikö pushes him to the wall of the alley and kisses him. Merit isn’t proud enough to stop the soft moan that escapes him in response, nor even think when he grabs at Enikö, hands finding purchase on his leather jacket and pulling, wanting to close the little gaps of distance between them. Enikö lets him.

They stay like that for awhile, Merit delightfully pressed between Enikö and the wall, one of Enikö’s hands at his hip and other at his neck. It feels like so long and far too soon when they separate, air coming back to Merit’s lungs.

Enikö’s expression hardly gives up anything that Merit doesn't already know by the faint flush on his face, but a smirk is still playing there on his lips. Merit wants to keep kissing it away. He wants a lot of things right now.

There’s still that look in Enikö’s eyes, gears still turning somewhere in his head that Merit may never know. He does want to find out though.

“You’re still thinking an awful lot for a man this close to getting laid.” Merit speaks softly, just for the air between them, but laced with challenge. “What are you thinking?”

There’s a small tilt Enikö’s head does, calculating and amused like he’s found a puzzle to solve, and Merit’s not sure if he likes that particular perception. “That you're rather desperate.”

“Oh, you got me. I’m weak for handsome men kissing me senseless.” Merit says with added theatricality, then shifts his leg just so and Enikö’s breath catches in response, “As if that’s a gun in your pocket, darling.”  

Enikö’s response is to test physically too: his hand circles round Merit’s neck fully and pushes him back flat to the wall. Merit lets him, tilts his head just for the show of it too, further catching Enikö’s attention. Both terribly aware how vulnerable Merit seems like this, both aware of where most of their weapons are, always within reach.

Enikö was right; that there’s a deep desire rattling around in Merit’s core, always there in the warmth of bodies too close, in the sight of beauty, in the feeling of being in over your head for something, or someone. He won’t give Enikö the satisfaction or the advantage in admitting it.

“What do you want then?” is the closest Merit gets to admission, yielding control of the situation to Enikö, for now.

And Enikö smiles, a rare gift Merit nearly shivers to see, “Plenty. But not here.”

~~~~~~

It’s later, much later, but also feels like too soon when Merit feels the shift of weight from his bed and hears the barely there steps Enikö makes even casually.

“Leaving already?” Merit doesn't move much from where he lays on his side, already facing Enikö and the bedroom door.

“I hope you didn't expect me to stay and cuddle.” Enikö says, finding his clothes with ease, pants and the belt still looped in them making a bit more noise as they’re picked up and put on.

“Hm, no, not really.” Merit responds languidly, unwilling to say anything otherwise. Years of experience in one night stands quells whatever it is nestling in his chest, but never truly stops it. Enikö isn't to blame for whatever it is, not really, nor would he want any part of it, Merit’s sure. “Try not to die out there.”

Enikö, once dressed and just finishing putting his shoes on, gives a wave of acknowledgement and farewell. “I do try.”

When the front door closes, Merit focuses on the remaining bliss of it all and the faint ache in his hips and not at all on the fading scent and warmth in his bed.

Somewhere outside, minutes or hours later, rain starts to fall.

[four-bladed-fan]

Allllllllllllrighty am I actually doing organization for once? Apparently!

All of my ocs exist in the same universe as @spoop-dee-boop 's characters, though our worldbuilding ideas are a bit different and sometimes inconsistent. But who cares about consistency anyhow! *distant perfectionist sobbing*

Trying to make this a proper askblog BUT I probably don't have the organization skills. @four-bladed-fan-reblogs is for anything not related to my ocs. Usually.

PLEASE interact with any and all of my characters, I do not care what you do just send me asks. I will roleplay. I will make you cry. I will make you laugh. There's a reason this is what brings me serotonin.

Characters include (in no particular order):

Thief- bird boi from Monument Valley, goblincore, for all other information refer back to his name. He has hurt children. Bad crow

Mothfang- self-insert adhd son. I write about him the most often, you can probably tell if you read any of my other posts

Lilac- you know Starflight from Wings Of Fire? Make him an enderman and female

Ebony- she will either rip out your vertebrae or adopt you. There is no in between

Akrelia- smöl blue baby, adopted by Ebony. She is cursed to be tiny forever

Kea- my overthinking personified! An enormous beast, he's inspired by the Freaks from Dead Sound's Autodale series. Same species as Akrelia

Eniko- also adopted by Ebony, she was inspired by Sky: Children of The Light

Boreal- Little Nightmares oc. Adopted by Spoop's HK/PV, he's got a bit of a stutter and is quite sweet

Beetle- inspired by Steam Powered Giraffe, I haven't done much with him yet

Therabee- enormous dragon-bee creature from a gas giant. Think of the silliest, most lovable dog you know. It considers Spoop's Darkrai to be his baby

Ichor- Inspired by the main character of Crowsworn. He thinks he's badass, he looks and acts badass, but he's really just a traumatized seventeen-year-old who's been a child soldier for thirteen years. Please help him

Logic/Apathy- evil. So very evil

Emotion/Passion- slightly less evil depending on your definition of the word

Ivory- *enraged hissing* HOW DARE YOU HURT MOTHY HE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR FUCKING SOUL KWFBDJWKQHAKVDJVQOWBUOSGN

Is that everyone?

*looks around*

I think that's everyone so far

[theycalledmehoney]

A List of My Favorite Hungarian Names That You Should Use For Fics/Writing

Girls: 

Agota 

Csilla 

Eniko ← This means baby female deer it is so sweet and magical 

Mariska ← This one is sad. It means a sea of melancholy and bitterness. It is used in music a lot :) 

Zorka 

Ági ← Kinda like Agota

Heléna 

Kata 

Magdaléna ← this is not popular anymore but it is so beautiful, it is my great auntie’s name

Édesem ← That is Honey, like me :) 

Boys: 

Patrik ← My brother’s hungarian name :) 

Oszkár 

Lőrinc

Ákos

Dezső ← Pronounced like deh-zuh. It means desire :)

Edvin 

Elemér ← this name is so old that they don’t even know its meaning! It is 100% hungarian 

Jenő ← ancient hungarian name still used! Pronounced yeh-nuu

Mihály ← pronounced mi-hie 

Milán

[tabloidtoc]

People, July 20

You can buy a copy of this issue for your very own at my eBay store: https://www.ebay.com/str/bradentonbooks

Cover: Nick Cordero -- a life cut short by COVID-19 

Page 1: Chatter -- Tom Hanks joking about writing and producing and starring in the new film Greyhound, Shawn Johnson on battling an eating disorder after the 2008 Beijing Games, Kevin Hart on how his wife Eniko feels at 6 months pregnant, Kristen Bell on reactions to news that her 5-year-old daughter wears diapers, Gavin Rossdale on his divorce from Gwen Stefani being his most embarrassing moment, Ricky Martin on his quarantine experience 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About This Week -- Kanye West says he’s running for president, Beavis and Butt-Head make a comeback, Michelle Pfeiffer reveals a relatable makeup mishap, Floor is Lava heats up on Netflix, Baby Yoda takes over breakfast 

Page 5: Contents 

Page 6: StarTracks -- Stars in the Sun -- Brooke Shields rocking a star-spangled bikini during a dip in her pool in the Hamptons 

Page 7: Pregnant Katy Perry and fiance Orlando Bloom took a beach stroll with their dog in Santa Barbara, Luke Evans cooled off during a boat ride in Ibiza, John Legend twinning in matching swimsuits with son Miles, Sailor Brinkley-Cook celebrated her 22nd birthday with mom Christie Brinkley and sister Alexa Ray Joel, Gabrielle Union 

Page 8: Jason Derulo performed without an audience due to the pandemic for the Wawa Welcome America virtual festival, Emily Ratajkowski wore a mask while out for a walk with her beloved dog Colombo, Serena Williams and daughter Olympia hit the tennis court in matching gear, Carson Kressley cohosted the livestreamed celebration of the 50th annual N.Y.C. Pride March

Page 9: Royals Back in Action -- Prince William and Princess Kate Middleton celebrated the 72nd anniversary of the National Health Service, Prince Charles visited Cotswold Farm Park, Camilla Duchess of Cornwall stepped out at the Swindon Fire Station to thank firefighters and hospital staff and paramedics 

Page 10: Five months after losing husband Kobe Bryant and daughter Gianna Vanessa Bryant celebrated Independence Day with her daughters Natalia and Bianka and Capri, Chris Pine flashed a peace sign during a grocery store run, Jessica Simpson celebrated son Ace’s seventh birthday 

Page 11: British racing driver Lewis Hamilton took a knee against racism before the Formula One Grand Prix of Austria, Luke Wilson playing golf in Bel Air, Ben Affleck and Ana de Armas shared a laugh during a morning stroll, Maren Morris and son Hayes went motor-floating 

Page 15: Scoop -- Meghan Markle felt unprotected by the palace 

Page 16: Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are free to speak their minds, Jada Pinkett Smith speaks out after affair allegations with August Alsina 

Page 18: Heart Monitor -- Chris Evans and Lily James dating?, Kacey Musgraves and Ruston Kelly separated, Camila Mendes and Grayson Vaughn heating up, Julia Roberts and Danny Moder happy anniversary 

Page 21: Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt amicably co-parenting, D.L. Hughley tackles COVID-19 and racism 

Page 23: Sean Astin -- my mother’s Patty Duke’s legacy on mental health 

Page 24: Mandy Moore on family and love and making music 

Page 27: Passages, Ghislaine Maxwell charged 

Page 29: Stories to Make You Smile -- thanks to a colorful custom soundboard a dog speaks and she has a lot to say, this boy wants to help save the Earth one park at a time 

Page 31: People Picks -- Greyhound 

Page 32: The Old Guard, Brett Eldredge -- Sunday Drive 

Page 33: P-Valley, Crikey! It’s the Irwins: Life in Lockdown, One to Watch -- Little Voice’s Brittany O’Grady 

Page 34: Brave New World

Page 35: Palm Springs, Margo Price -- That’s How Rumors Get Started, Q&A -- Leslie Odom Jr. of Hamilton

Page 37: Books, Star Picks: What We’re Reading -- Tracee Ellis Ross is reading Me Talk Pretty One Day, Chris Hemsworth is reading The Boy, the mole, the Fox and the Horse, Elle Fanning is reading The Nightingale 

Page 38: Cover Story -- Broadway Star Nick Cordero 1978-2020 -- a brave battle and a family’s heartbreak -- after three months in the hospital fighting COVID-19 the actor and new dad lost his life to the virus; how his story and his wife’s unending love and devotion inspired people around the world 

Page 45: Raven-Symone: Introducing the Real Me -- after decades in the spotlight the former child star is independent in love and finally in control 

Page 48: A Fort Hood Soldier Murdered -- what happened to Vanessa Guillen? -- months after she mysteriously disappeared the 20-year-old was found dead; inside the shocking case 

Page 50: Carl Reiner 1922-2020 -- Farewell to a Comedy Legend -- creator of The Dick Van Dyke Show, father of Rob Reiner, BFF of Mel Brooks, mentor to Steve Martin, he entered and exited laughing 

Page 52: A Demand for Answers -- a young man’s tragic death -- Elijah McClain died last summer after police tackled and restrained him as he walked home from the store. His family is still asking why 

Page 54: NASCAR’s Bubba Wallace -- Driving for Change -- the sport’s only top-ranked African-American driver takes on the fight for racial equality 

Page 58: Poo-Pourri founder Suzy Batiz -- the sweet smell of success -- the mom of three overcame abuse, bankruptcy and depression then built am empire by taking the P.U. out of poo 

Page 63: Lindsay Ell surviving sexual assault -- after years of hiding her pain the country singer opens up and finds healing by helping fellow survivors 

Page 66: A Friendship Born in the COVID-19 ICU -- her kind words helped save his life -- an unexpected bond between a patient fighting to stay alive and a hospital housekeeper made all the difference just when it mattered the most 

Page 68: Patricia Heaton -- embrace your second act -- the actress shares adventurous stories of transformation including her own in a new book 

Page 69: Mike Monteleone 

Page 71: Liz Smothers, Ta’u Pupu’a 

Page 73: Dani Klein Modisett, Yudi Bennett 

Page 77: COVID-19 Surges Again -- as new infections set records epidemiologist Dr. Michael Osterholm talks about steps we can take to slow the spread 

Page 81: Summer Beauty Issues Solved -- Ciara 

Page 87: Second Look -- Lin-Manuel Miranda and Phillipa Soo in Hamilton 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Charlize Theron

[khutao]

✨ jekyll/eniko . he/it/she/they . hyv writer and artist ✨

my main blog is @oigimi where i post about otome games, mainly the ikemen series! likes and follows will come from there as this is a sideblog

about the blog

please check the rules page for characters i will not write x readers for as well as what themes i will not write

i occasionally take art requests, but i am way more likely to do them if you commission me!

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[internetaddict104]

Fanfic ask game: 16 and 31!

16. Any guilty pleasure trope(s)?

It depends on what I’m feeling atm. I’ve been really into angst recently so I’m really into the “A and B get into a fight and B storms out, only to get seriously injured. A finds out, and after being yelled at by C (and D, if it’s a bigger group), tells unconscious B how they feel. B wakes up and reciprocates” (idk what the proper term for this trope is) trope lately.

31. Do you have any OCs? Tell us about them!

I had OCs from my Wattpad days but they’re all dead to me now and we don’t talk about them (they are as cringe as possible).

So the first OC I have is Stella from my BTR fic. She’s living the dream bc not only is she in the BTR universe, she gets to date James too! She’s very friendly and is willing to do anything to help out (as you can see from the fic).

My other OC is Eniko “Niko” Uenoyama-Griffin (her name is 2 references no one has gotten yet). She’s in my HOA fic, and I can’t really say too much about her since I’m still writing that fic and I don’t wanna spoil anything. What I can say is that she’s British-Japanese, has a brother who’s a year younger, has 7 piercings (3 per ear and 1 in her nose), and is bilingual (English and Japanese). I created her with my friend bc I needed a character for a certain arc so she helped me with the details (s/o to you, you know who you are ❤️).

I have ideas for more OCs for different fandoms, but I haven’t written anything yet. Mainly bc I feel like OC fics aren’t really the way to go on ao3, but idk maybe once I write something I’ll post it anyway.

Fanfic Asks

[cityandking]

first of all VERY good meme. second of all: bound, guilt, pain, wound for dai, minah and eniko! (i was gonna say hunt for minah but i know damn well i'm not getting an answer for that one smh)

thanks! :D // not-so-nice oc asks

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

DAI — ok so I believe technically daichi has been in prisons before, but I'm not sure he's actively been imprisoned. he’s definitely been in captive situations—asmeda counts, imo, and then there's the abyss. in both instances, his escape very much depended on the party working together to exit the premises and he absolutely wouldn't have managed without them. while the stay in the abyss itself didn't leave any (physical) scars, he's dealing with the fallout in other (psychological) ways. MINAH — yep! she's been in a cell or two in her time. it's one of those things that comes with the whole petty thievery lifestyle. she's also gotten herself out of them—she's nothing if not resourceful (and self-sufficient—she didn't always have the orchestra around to help her out). most of the scarring she's experienced from those brief periods of imprisonment has been of the emotional and psychological sort, but she also has a scar on her forehead from particularly rough treatment getting her into one of the aforementioned cells. she doesn’t like the reminder. she wears her bangs long. ENIKO — okay so. hm. I don't think eniko has actually been arrested—he's way too good at his job (read: slippery) to get caught by local law enforcement. however. that said. honestly his entire time with sir was a kind of captivity, and it fucked him up royally. even his eventual escape scarred him. the worst part was that he didn't even need locks or bindings—eniko stepped into the cage and stayed there, like a good dog.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

DAI — mostly he's guilty about failing people. he's also a little guilty about exploding himself in front of everyone and a little more guilty about not feeling a greater degree of guilt for the exploding himself part (it's the in front of everyone he feels the worst about). he's talked about it a little, I guess, but some of his silence on the topic is a way that guilt manifests—he doesn't want to shine a light on it when he's afraid it might hurt people more. that said, he's pretty good at accepting the guilt and moving through it. MINAH — feels guilty for loads of stuff. she handles it badly. she tries to avoid it as much as she can, except for when she stares straight at it and holds it in her hands and lets it hurt, which she does sometimes to make sure she won't forget. ENIKO — guilt is one of the things eniko refuses to feel. it's not useful and it doesn't change anything and so he just. won't have anything to do with it (he's actually pretty good at keeping to this! the thing he's guiltiest about is killing sir, of course, but there's. a lot of other stuff packed into that and he refuses to unpack it.)

pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?

DAI — being stabbed definitely sucks. being set on fire is also bad? I'm tempted to say the abyss was the worst though, more for the persistence than where his hurt sat on a 1-10 scale. he has a high pain tolerance MINAH — I'm not really sure. she doesn't get into altercations a lot so she hasn't really had that much of a chance to get hurt (and even when she does, she's hard to hit and quick to shrugs stuff off). overall, she has a sort of middling pain tolerance. she can manage discomfort for quite a while, but when it shifts into actual pain she caves quickly. ENIKO — ha. um. man idk. he wouldn't be able to pick out a single instance. his life is full of pain (or training, or lessons... call it what you will). consequently he has a crazy high pain tolerance and can push through just about anything.

wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?

DAI — he patches himself up and moves on. perks of being a healer: at any given time he's got like, half a dozen different ways to heal someone on hand. his wounds are also mostly physical—despite evidence to the contrary, he's well-adjusted and -centered mentally and emotionally. the worst wound he's experienced and lived through would probably be getting run through with a sword. the worst wound he's experienced and died from (he got better) would be getting crushed beneath falling rocks in an underwater cave (exploding doesn't count; that's not a wound that's an un-being). MINAH — she can be a bit of a baby about it, but mostly in a playful/joking way—just enough levity to keep it light and distracting. definitely if she were actually hurt she'd go to cian or patch herself up during a rest. truth be told, most of her wounds are in the sort of emotional-psychological realm, and obviously she won't open up about those without some major external force. the worst was probably her dad's death? it definitely left the biggest impression ENIKO — he grits his teeth and keeps moving. he won't let a hurt slow him down if he can help it at all, and he's very good at working through a wound. most of his biggest wounds are definitely psychological. killing sir really tore him apart in ways he hadn't even known to anticipate—it's probably the bloodiest thing in his past, and that's saying a lot.

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Finished Meadow last week and it was such a wild ride! I started it back in 2021 and it took me a couple of tries to get into it but I was on a binge last week and the last third was absolutely phenomenal!!! Eniko and Jungkook’s time in Thailand was so beautiful with their little pack and when they went back to Korea??? Chef’s kiss. Meadow is a beautiful story and a JOURNEY not just for the characters but for the reader! Foxy I hope you know you’re creating masterpieces!! I’ve also read the drabble’s and they’re so good.

I'm so glad you wound up enjoying it!! It was such a journey to write so I can't imagine what it's like as a reader just being led along haha. One thing I enjoy about writing for fun on here is just taking my sweet time working through things so everything just feels really emotional and intimate to me. It makes for looooong reads but I'm always glad when readers who can enjoy that find my stuff! THank you so much for your support! <3

[geto-kee]

Nanami Kento x fem!reader

minors dni

an office smut for nanami kento

working at an office wasn’t as fun as most made it out to be.

it was the same thing—everyday.

a repeated sequence, one you, as a young woman in your prime age, wished to change.

one you were going to change.

your unwilling victim in this crime?

your co-worker, nanami kento.

a conference meeting was taking place. your shared boss with the blonde sitting across from you, on his laptop, was pacing around the room.

he spoke in a clear and boisterous tone, so his voice would carry around the room—he couldn’t allow his employees to miss a single word spilling from his mouth.

his hands were clasped behind his back, listening to the sound of everyone writing in their notebooks or typing away on their laptops, brought in prior.

you on the other hand.

you were much more interested with bothering your co-worker across from you.

he squinted his eyes slightly, as if saying—❝what’re you doing...?���

he squinted his eyes slightly, as if saying—❝what’re you doing...?❞

you fluttered those long lashes of yours, as if coming out to innocently untangle his uncommunicative question.

❝i’m not doin’ anything~❞

he huffed through his nostrils, his hooded eyes remained focused on you now. his dark eyes dipped towards your lips—the pen in your hand, from earlier, was currently being caressed by the welcoming of your lips. he could see your teeth gently nibbling on the inexpensive plastic.

your tongue piqued from your lips to languidly brush along the handle before it disappeared in the chasms of your mouth—feigning as if you were speculating before you removed the utensil from your mouth altogether.

just as your boss was walking past you—from behind the blonde male.

you were teasing him.

something you rendered as your favorite pastime.

he felt your foot groove from his inner calf towards his inner thigh. with your leg fully extended, your foot laid flat against his clothed cock, hardened—but only slightly.

pleased, you gave a small hum, licking your hips, slightly shifting in your seat.

just the sheer thought of the man in front of you. bending you over and fucking you raw—

❝alright!❞ your boss clapped his hands once, ❝that just about concluded this meeting,❞ he glanced towards his apple watch for a moment as a notification sounded, his eyebrows shot up.

❝and right on time too! um, if you all have any questions, just text me, or leave a note for the secretary, Eniko, and i will get back to you.❞ he snapped his fingers to point at you, and your group of co-workers—kinda like the finger gun motion.

he rushed out of the room, and not too long, your foot was back in your shoe. you gave nanami a close-eyed smile, closing your notebook and pushing your pen back in your book before hugging it to your chest.

your co-workers were much too enthusiastic to be free from such a long meeting, a majority of them were already out the door.

you anticipated nanami to gather his things hastily, slamming his laptop shut instead of saving his progress and turning the device off.

he was following after you when you reached the doorway. he stuck close, his dominant hand grasped your bent elbow to keep you close. pulling you back against him, you could feel it.

you could feel his hardening cock pushing flushed against the curve of your round ass.

❝you think you’re cute, don’t you?❞

you nearly purred, your small smile turning devious as he began directing you away from the others.

he was directing you through the corridors until his office came to view. the door was slightly ajar, his foot nudging it open, and when the two of you were in his office it slammed shut.

you watched as he loosened his tie, his figure trudged towards his wheeled chair and he sat down. hie long legs opened—wider than usual.

his dark eyes seemed blown out already. he was stressed out, almost always. but every once in a whike, he would treat himself.

to you.

you were one of the most attractive within the building. he appreciated how driven you were at work, you were one of the few co-workers he would dare say were less annoying to him.

especially since you were the only individual allowed to be with him in such a provocative manner.

it was inappropriate, yes.

but did either of you really care?

no.

the answer is no.

❝well?❞ his sudden question slipped as his brows arched, even further. ❝don’t just stand there as if you don’t already know what to do.❞

his dark eyes skimmed over you anew, ❝you know what to do.❞

he reclined—watching your dominant hand extend behind you to turn the lock. it made a soft click, shifting into place before you approached his desk to place your things down.

he concentrated on your soft-looking fingers unbuttoning your shirt.

with your shirt open, displaying the bra you had on beneath.

your hands coiled behind you, he fixed his gaze as you unzipped the pencil skirt on your form, the fabric loosening and casually disembarking your legs.

you kept your heels on, standing at his side until he wheeled the chair backward slightly—allowing you enough room to sink to your knees, almost underneath his desk.

he wheeled back to his initial position.

your hands were almost eager, your fingers dipping into his belt, pawing at him and striving to take it off. the buckle jangled as you loosened it.

opening his fly, pulling the front of his boxers down to allow his cock to raise, but only slightly.

you grinned, pressing a small kiss against his tip before your tongue lathered from between your anticipating lips—giving kitten licks against the sensitive crown.

gradually, his cock began hardening, standing upright at full attention.

with your mouth parting open, tongue sticking out, his hand grasped his cock beneath the base to tap himself against the flat of your tongue.

❝was this all you needed?❞ he rasped, his other hand tangling in your {curly/straight/kinky} before his fingers tugged harshly.

❝was me shoving my cock in your mouth the only solution to make you behave?❞

❝hm...?❞ he tilted his head slightly. he watched as your hips grounded against nothing. your hands cradled his knees.

❝go ahead and suck it like you did that pen. like you mean it, acting out like a little whore, and so openly.❞

you moaned shamelessly, drool beginning to pool in your mouth until he said you could suck it.

your lips greedily wrapped around him, and you bobbed your head. you tilted your head, your {color} eyes meeting his.

maintaining eye contact you hollowed your cheeks, coating his cock in your saliva, your tongue, laying flat against the underside, darting to trace the veins that decorated him.

he sighed out a moan, his unoccupied working on prying his tie from his person.

his head tilted back, his chin raised as his lips parted. the feeling of your mouth was so warm. your lips tightly wrapped around his cock was rewarding for all of the hard work of today.

nanami’s hair became unruly, his blonde strands hung in front of his eyes as he moaned, raising his hips to propel his cock even deeper in your tight throat.

he watched in fascination, his cock appearing then reappearing. his fell in love with the way you gagged around him when he rutted his hips.

he wanted you to get his cock as wet as you could with his saliva.

why?

you controlled your breathing, coughing slightly as he pulled himself away. his vast hands grasped your upperarms.

striving to raise you to your feet, his other hand pulled the cups of your bra down. your breast jiggled slightly from the rough exposure before his hand grasped one of soft mounds of flesh.

his lips collided with yours, his thumb rolling against your nipple, making it harden. his tilted his head as his additional hand let you go to dip into the front of your panties.

but not before he licked his first few fingers.

one of your hands grasped his shoulder as your other hand grasped his forearm. ❝is this what you wanted, baby?❞ the pitch in his tone dropped. ❝hm?❞ he whispered against your lips after pulling away slightly.

❝yes,❞ you moaned, your hand slipping from his shoulder to your hair, curling your fingers.

❝yes, what?❞ he bellowed—eyeing you expectantly and giving a sharp slap to one of your breast.

❝yes, sir...!❞ you moaned, brows arching, but a small smirk surfaced on your lips. you bit your bottom lip, rolling your hips, attempting to grind your front against him.

it was his turn to purr, his hand leaving your breast to essentially grasp your throat.

❝good girl.❞

wattpad? Geto-Kee

[oh-atlas]

things to finish writing/write

caswen soulmate au

eniko and nike modern au ON THE STREETS addition

rishta getting the shit hugged out of her because MY DAUGHTER IS ALIVE

nike werewolf au

nikenia pacrim au

inaki warlock origin story

[compendiumhistoria]

A somewhat follow up to this fic by @cityandking ! feat. Merit, crime boss Kilan, and a bit of clubbing, as it were

“Boss, a fair warning,” Merit starts as he reaches Kilan’s space, leaning on the railing of a balcony overlooking his part-club-part-operation, “whoever is was we met downtown tonight, we’ll have to be careful. He's touchy.”

Kilan chuckles, smoke inhaled from his cigarette pouring through his nose and mouth like a dragon’s, “Yeah? Was he pissed you were running late? I thought you had that handled.”

“I did. I do. I’m just saying. We’ll need more sensitive sorts running next time we deal with him.”

Kilan stares at Merit for a long moment, tilting his head to the side a little and taking another drag from his cigarette, a breath in and then back out. The song playing below ends, and fades into another one. Just before Merit can ask what’s wrong, Kilan speaks up again.

“You know him?”

“Uh,” Merit hesitates, a memory flashing of holiday songs and kisses, both under that hazy filter that comes from drinking. “No, not really, sir.” It isn’t a lie.

Merit’s hesitation was too obvious though, judging by Kilan’s rising smile. “Right.”

Merit gives Kilan an indignant look. It doesn't faze Kilan and his sharp smile.

“If you’re so worried, dear, then fine. We may just need his expertise again in a month anyways. The investment may be worth it.” Kilan continues, putting his cigarette out on the railing, embers flicking out. “You handle him.”

Merit blinks, “I handle him?”

“Oh, unless your not knowing him is going to be bad for business, Merit dear?” Kilan steps up then, closer to Merit, towering taller over him. It frays Merit’s reasonable mind, and Merit’s sure he knows it.

“Nooo.” Merit’s voice small among the din of the club, and then he continues in a stronger voice, “But remember Fionn’s gonna be pissed if we cancel on her again, so don’t call him on the 15th.”

Kilan laughs, moving away to his office and giving Merit room to breathe.

~

It is later, a place lit in low, red lights. The restroom of the place is just barely more lit, and it gleams the bit of glitter Merit’s glued along his cheekbones. The few flowers in his hair remain intact and woven nicely in the small braids and bun he’s made of his hair. Pink larkspur and red camellia, matching patterns on his shirt and rubies in his earrings and rings. Walking back out onto the club’s floor, Merit checks his watch: 12:04 AM. He makes it to the bar and orders something strong and sweet for himself, and a dark stout.

12:05, and on time, Merit spots dark hair buzzed short on the sides, a man with a stare and jawline that both could cut you.

“You know, you’re quite noticeable once someone knows what to look for.” Merit says, sliding the stout over.

Enikö’s sharp, grey eyed gaze takes a moment over the details of Merit. Merit can’t help but smile under the attention.

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Jessica Simpson, Khloe & Kim Kardashian and More Celebs Share Sweet Mother's Day Posts

Happy Mother's Day!

Moms across the country received sweet messages of appreciation on Sunday, including many celebrity mothers -- and mothers of celebrities -- who shared some of their family's heartwarming tributes to social media.

Jessica Simpson's kids, 6-year-old daughter Maxwell and 4-year-old son Ace, presented mom with literal sweetness in the form of colorfully glazed donuts shaped to read, "We love you mom! Maxi + Ace." The presentation was topped off with two pink flower donuts with middles that read, "Happy Mother's Day."

"My kiddos know the way to Mommy’s heart," the 37-year-old fashion designer captioned a pic of the adorable gesture.

My kiddos know the way to Mommy’s heart 🍩

A post shared by Jessica Simpson (@jessicasimpson) on May 13, 2018 at 9:07am PDT

New mom Khloe Kardashian shared love for her mother, Kris Jenner, as well as all moms out there via Twitter, writing, "Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mamas out there! I hope you are surrounded by love and peace!! May God continue to bless you." A second tweet directly to her mama read, "Happy #MothersDay to the queen @KrisJenner!!!"

Happy Mother’s Day to all the beautiful mamas out there! I hope you are surrounded by love and peace!! May God continue to bless you ��

— Khloé (@khloekardashian) May 13, 2018

Happy #MothersDay to the queen @KrisJenner!!! 💕✨😍 https://t.co/Z90EDEfEZa

— Khloé (@khloekardashian) May 13, 2018

Of course, that wasn't the only appreciation the momager was given. Kim Kardashian West posted, "Happy Mother’s Day to the best mom in the entire world! You’ve taught us all how to live life to the fullest and work hard for what you want. You’ve always taught us that family above everything! Thank you for being the best grandma to my kids! I love you."

Happy Mother’s Day to the best mom in the entire world! You’ve taught us all how to live life to the fullest and work hard for what you want. You’ve always taught us that family above everything! Thank you for being the best grandma to my kids! I love you

A post shared by Kim Kardashian West (@kimkardashian) on May 13, 2018 at 1:54pm PDT

Kim also shared a nice photo with her own three children, daughters North, 4, and Chicago, 3 months, and son Saint, 2, tweeting, "You don’t even understand how many lollipop bribes this pic cost me...but it was so worth. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I’m the luckiest mom in the world to have these three babies in my life!"

You don’t even understand how many lollipop bribes this pic cost me...but it was so worth. Happy Mother’s Day to all the moms out there. I’m the luckiest mom in the world to have these three babies in my life! pic.twitter.com/go2XmKSxlp

— Kim Kardashian West (@KimKardashian) May 13, 2018

Kendall Jenner, meanwhile, shared a sweet throwback photo of herself and Kris to her Instagram story, captioned simply, "happy mother's day momma."

Instagram Story/Kendall Jenner

And Kris Jenner is a daughter, too! The 62-year-old reality star took to Twitter with some kind words for her mom, Mary Jo Campbell, writing, "Happy Mother’s Day to my mom MJ! Mom, thank you for all you do for me and for raising me to be strong and independent and passionate and to love hard... I love you with all my heart #HappyMothersDay."

Happy Mother’s Day to my mom MJ! Mom, thank you for all you do for me and for raising me to be strong and independent and passionate and to love hard... I love you with all my heart ❤️ #HappyMothersDaypic.twitter.com/MhsjRtOc3I

— Kris Jenner (@KrisJenner) May 13, 2018

Ariana Grande had a particularly moving Mother's Day post for her mom, Joan, tweeting, "mommy! i love u so so so much. thank you for being a mom and a dad, a bff, an inspiration, a comedian, a healer, a genius and a brilliant example of a woman. I hope I can be even half the superwoman you are someday. happy mother’s day mommy! u deserve the whole universe & more."

mommy ! i love u so so so much. thank you for being a mom and a dad, a bff, an inspiration, a comedian, a healer, a genius and a brilliant example of a woman. I hope I can be even half the superwoman you are someday. happy mother’s day mommy ! u deserve the whole universe & more. pic.twitter.com/B5hQtxScwu

— Ariana Grande (@ArianaGrande) May 13, 2018

The Obamas also had touching Mother's Day posts. Michelle honored her mother, Marian Robinson, writing, "It’s impossible for any picture to truly capture what my mother, Marian, has meant to me. Happy #MothersDay to all of the moms out there, and especially to my own."

Barack Obama shouted out Marian too, as well as his wife, writing, "Happy Mother’s Day to every mom out there, especially the remarkable moms in my life, @MichelleObama and my mother-in-law, Marian Robinson."

Mother's Day is a little more somber for Kevin Hart, whose mom, Nancy, died in 2007. The 38-year-old comedian tweeted, "I love & miss you so much Nancy Hart. Happy mother's day mom RIP."

I love & miss you so much Nancy Hart. Happy mother's day mom RIP

— Kevin Hart (@KevinHart4real) May 13, 2018

Of course, Hart also celebrated his wife, Eniko Parrish, sharing a sweet pic of the couple with their 5-month-old son, Kenzo, writing, "Happy Mothers Day to my amazing Beautiful wife @enikohart .....We are celebrating you & your greatness all day honey. I love u to the moon & back. #Harts #ForeverMyRib #HappyMothersDay." 

Love how much he loves his little brother!!! #Harts #Generations #Brothers

A post shared by Kevin Hart (@kevinhart4real) on May 11, 2018 at 10:43am PDT

Check out more of Sunday's celebrity Mother's Day posts below.

I love my beautiful mom ❤️ happy Mother’s Day to a loving inspiring human gx

A post shared by Gwen Stefani (@gwenstefani) on May 13, 2018 at 12:58pm PDT

You taught me everything Everything you've given me I'll always keep it inside You're the driving force in my life, yeah There isn't anything Or anyone that I could be And it just wouldn't feel right If I didn't have you by my side You were there for me to love and care for me When skies were gray Whenever I was down You were always there to comfort me And no one else can be What you have been to me you will always be You will always be the girl In my life for all times

A post shared by Justin Bieber (@justinbieber) on May 13, 2018 at 7:21am PDT

The one thing I promised Dad was to keep you smiling..it makes me see so happy to see you so full of life Ma.I wish you happiness and joy..u are my strength and weakness all in one.Thank you for making my life as incredible as it is!Love to mostest. #happymothersday@madhuchoprapic.twitter.com/ETC029nvcm

— PRIYANKA (@priyankachopra) May 13, 2018

Happy Mother’s Day to the greatest ☺️ @yolanda.hadid 😍 !!!! 🇳🇱🇳🇱🇳🇱 We love you more than words could ever say. You are everything! x

A post shared by Gigi Hadid (@gigihadid) on May 13, 2018 at 8:17am PDT

“Each time my feet touched the earth I knew my mother was there with me. I knew this body was not mine but a living continuation of my mother and my father and my grandparents and great-grandparents. Of all my ancestors. Those feet that I saw as "my" feet were actually "our" feet. Together my mother and I were leaving footprints in the damp soil” - Thich Nhat Hanh 🖤 To all the moms, grandmamas, and the women who have stepped up to be...we appreciate and love you. Happy Mother’s Day to my queen my anchor my home the creator of my existence

A post shared by 🦋 (@bellahadid) on May 13, 2018 at 10:38am PDT

My life didn’t begin until these 3 angels came into it. Being their mom has been the greatest gift this earth has to offer ❤️

A post shared by Kristin Cavallari (@kristincavallari) on May 13, 2018 at 7:32am PDT

Happy Mother’s Day to my wonderful mother and to ALL the mothers out there, we’re lost without you!! pic.twitter.com/7Bz9gUlNZs

— Chris Evans (@ChrisEvans) May 13, 2018

Good to see so many moms out there getting acknowledged!

On Friday, Simpson was honored at the 40th Annual Outstanding Mother Awards, where she sat down with ET and opened up about what raising her kids has taught her.

Watch the video below for what she had to say.

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Kevin Hart Talks Newborn Daughter Kaori & Why He's Hitting Up Dwayne Johnson for Money - By Allison Crist Whether he's hosting E!'s Celebrity Game Face, starring in a blockbuster movie or doing stand-up, Kevin Hart remains one of the busiest men in Hollywood. While "dad" isn't a recent addition to Kevin's many titles, he did just welcome a new baby girl, Kaori May Hart, with wife Eniko Parrish. Thankfully, the parents, who also have a 2-year-old son in addition to Kevin's two children from a previous marriage, are doing "amazing," as the comedian told E! co-host Justin Sylvester on Thursday, Oct. 22's Daily Pop. "I'm extremely lucky," Kevin continued. "The wife is happy. Two girls, two boys, you can't write it better. So, I'm extremely blessed."He added that he "can't wait to get back" and see his newborn daughter, though he's certainly away for a good reason: this weekend, Kevin is hosting the return of the Muscular Dystrophy Association telethon made famous by the late comic and actor Jerry Lewis.  https://wp.me/p1PuJR-57Y1 Please Reblog!