#yayayay another story complete!

[mihai-florescu]

Taking this as opportunity to ask what in the world mhyk is about all I know is there is a guy and he is ourple and you like him please enlighten me (when you have the energy to) so I will in the future know what you are talking about in more comprehensive ways

Yayayay ok so mahoyaku is actually an isekai game where mc, named akira (you can choose whether you want them to be a guy or a girl), gets summoned as a sage to another world. The sage is in charge of and helps 20 wizards tasked to protect the world by fighting the moon, which attacks every year. The world is made up of 5 countries, each with distinct characteristics, and the wizards hailing from those countries resemble their country personality wise. The recent moon attack is worse than usual, killing half of the prior wizards, injuring the rest and setting the world out of order (which the chosen wizards then travel to help fix and build positive reputations in the people's eyes).

Mahoyaku to me so far is an amalgamation of fairytales and stories, which you can tell from the characters' names themselves in the first place. Further smarter posts and analysis will come after i read every main story and anniversary story, for now i just have certain feelings and impressions... Murr definitely knew more about the nature of their world im so sure of it. And i suspect the moon is very much sentient... but thats just a theory. A game theory.

Anyway. Murr! I think you'd adore him too... he got his soul shattered by the moon^_^ he's also in love with the moon, the one that attacks the world every year. He is, was, is a genius, always seeking fascinating things. A lot of various plot points and events go back to his meddling, i think you'd like him in the same way you like eichi for his indispensable role to the story's existence. At least that's part of why i like him. The other part is that he's an annoying kitty cat. Annoying to others, not to me. He could never be annoying to me...

Let's seee i think you'd find murr and shylock's relationship just as fascinating as i do. The love & hate, the power dynamics, shylock's devotion to building murr back up to his former self by piecing together his soul again, complete with reraising him back into a person, his own desires and ways becoming part of this new murr... nature vs nurture babyy. At once missing the old murr, loathing him, wanting him back, living with the new one who professes his love for shylock when asked, "what i hate the most about him is that he knows i love him"... it's a lot and i think you'd have a field day with these 2:)

As for other characters... i think you'd like revgumi too. Faust, figaro, lennox. I do suspect you'd like figaro the most... maybe. Im a faust girlie, but this won't mean anything to you. The tldr of the revolution is that faust and alec were childhood friends, believed in wizards and humans working together, and fought to establish the central country. Figaro became faust's magic mentor, and lennox became faust's personal attendant in that period. But alec starts doubting wizards eventually, and sentences his old friend to be burned at the stake. Faust never believed he'd go through with it so he didnt try to escape, not even when lennox wanted to help him... and all of this is kept hidden from the history books... figaro, who had envisioned a bright future with faust as his apprentice leaves seeing that faust will always choose alec first even when alec is literally killing him, faust disappears, becoming a hermit curseworker, and lennox seeks to find faust again for centuries, eventually becoming a sheppard in the south. His magical item is still that key to faust's prison cell... and through fate they all meet again as sage's wizards. Well, lennox and faust actually had quite a peaceful life in the south for a while before they get summoned, it makes me think of how bittersweet it mustve been at first that both people who wouldve liked for faust to be there with them were reunited, without faust...

Okayy i think i yapped enough. Im having a lot of fun exploring this world and its characters, there are plenty of interesting locations and npcs to make it rich and vibrant. Id say overall if there was one thing that stands out to me in all these stories is that love and grief are 2 sides of the same coin. And something something the fear of being loved, the uncertainty and mortifying ordeal of baring your soul and tying yourself to another, in this world where you're immortal and have seen countless people come and go. Here, a wizard's promise is a very big commitment, failing to fulfill it leads to losing one's magic. There's such a scenario waiting to happen to mithra, who promised tiletta to protect her kids, all while the youngest is fated to kill every southern wizard, which would include his brother. It's a losing game for mithra whether the prophecy comes true or he is killed before... Fate is also quite a big theme. I hope i managed to make you curious but also explain enough :)

[charlottesbookclub]

omg yes that is so totally valid - a little fluff cleanse is very needed after that chapter! ☺️☺️ I've very glad you discovered this little outtake! 💕💕

and also, I already have one bonus chapter done and another nearly complete, and like four more mapped out (lmao why am I like this), so there will be more bonus treats that I will start posting after the story is over if you're still interested! 🥰

okay, but to actually respond to your comments: YAYAYAY I AM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED THIS!!!! fluff and established relationship stuff is kind of my comfort zone for fics, so I had SUCH a good time writing this! ☺️💕 also, so glad you liked that line!! I do love writing a more confident/trusting Hux, and soft!Hux is my absolute beloved!! 🥰 so so happy you enjoyed this!! 🥰🥰

rest (armitage hux x reader) 🧡🧡

Summary: hux is working late, but you try to convince him to get some rest

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader; established relationship; mentions of a prior injury; a little bit suggestive at times but nothing too wild; very soft hux in this one; I fear we shall all need to go to the dentist after this on account of the tooth-rotting levels of fluff 🥰; as always, let me know if I've missed anything!

Words: 3146

Author’s Note: so this is a little outtake from 'time after time' that I'm actually posting before that story goes live, as a little treat ☺️ in the longer story, it's situated somewhere between chapters 29 and 30! ultimately, I really liked this scene, but I just couldn't get it to meld into the narrative of the longer story, so I'm posting it separately instead! I think it should still read totally fine as a little drabble – there are a few moments where I reference events from the larger story, so if you feel like there's a little detail that lacks context, that's probably why 😅 also, this scene takes place very late in the timeline of 'time after time,' so the relationship between hux and the reader is very well established by this point. I really hope y'all enjoy and I would lovelovelove to hear your thoughts! 🥰🥰

Armitage barely noticed the buzz at the door as he leaned over his desk, eyesight beginning to go a little fuzzy as he attempted to focus on the forms and diagrams on his data screens. Then he came back to himself. You were sleeping. Kriff, he hoped the noise hadn’t woken you. He pushed himself from the chair and stumbled a little unsteadily to the door, muscles stiff after hours of not remembering to move. He peered at the tiny screen for the cam that was trained to the exterior of the door. It was just a transport droid, no doubt delivering a freshly pressed set of uniforms. Pushing the button and sending door sliding open before the droid could buzz again, he collected the clothing and dismissed the droid.

He pivoted on his heel back into the room, uniforms in hand. It never failed to send a little thrill through him when both his and yours were delivered to what used to be only his quarters. Maybe it was silly, but it was another treasured reminder that you really were together. With that pleasant thought in mind, he set the crisply folded general’s and captain’s uniforms on the low table in the living area. He didn’t want to risk waking you by placing them in their proper location in the bedroom closet.

He had settled back down at his desk, mind already puzzling through the problems in front of him when he heard a soft sound from the direction of the bedroom. Then he heard you speak.

“Armitage…” Your voice was still thick with sleep, but the sound of his name on your lips was always impossibly sweet. He turned toward you instantly to find you leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, attempting to rub the sleep from your eyes. He was about to try and convince you to go back to bed when he noticed something that caused a faint heat to begin rising in his body. You were wearing his sleep clothes. He had gotten back frustratingly late from a meeting that went far longer than necessary, and you had already been asleep when he quietly entered your shared quarters, so he wouldn’t have seen. But the tiny silver bands near the edges of the short sleeves and the hems of the shorts marked the otherwise unassuming black garments as unmistakably belonging to part of a general’s clothing allotment. Armitage swallowed thickly.

“Are… are you wearing my sleeping clothes?” he asked quietly, feeling the internal heat in his body begin to externalize itself in the form of an embarrassing blush. You nodded sleepily, beginning to make your way to him. He still watched your footsteps carefully in case you might become unstable, but you crossed the floor without incident, even if he could tell that you still favored your uninjured leg slightly. 

“Mmhmm…” you confirmed as you reached him, resting your hands on the back of his chair. “You weren’t there to hold me, so I had to opt for the next best thing.” Your fingers wandered to his shoulders. Armitage’s blush had increased to a veritable blaze, and with the way the warmth of your hands was soaking into his skin, he was beginning to find it very difficult to breathe. “Although I must admit,” you whispered, lips at the shell of his now very reddened ear, “they’re a very poor replacement.” 

Armitage was feeling quite faint indeed. Even if he had wanted to say something, he doubted any words would have made it past his lips. Your fingers pressed into his shoulders, finding all the places where his stress was tied in tense knots and slowly massaging them away. He suppressed a small groan at the heavenly feeling.

“You never wear the short ones anyway,” you murmured. It was true; Armitage had spent too much of his life feeling cold, first on rainy Arkanis and then on the desolate ships of the Imperial remnant. His wiry frame had never held onto heat well. Now that he had the choice to be warm, he wasn’t going to waste the privilege. You helped with that too, he mused as the places where your hands met his shoulders radiated with liquid warmth that was seeping into the rest of his body. “You don’t mind, do you?” There was maybe just the barest hint of hesitation in your question, like you weren’t perfectly certain. He reached one hand up to clasp over yours, momentarily stilling your rhythmic movement on his strained muscles. 

“Not at all,” he assured you. He was so far past not minding. In fact, the thought of it was causing very… distracting images to begin to form in his mind. You hummed lightly in response to his answer, and he could feel the gentle press of your lips against his disheveled hair. Your fingers began kneading at his shoulders again, and he let himself relax more fully into your tender touch. Then he caught a glimpse of the time on his data screen.

“Love,” he said softly, reveling in the way the term of endearment could fall so easily from his lips now. “It’s late – you should go back to bed.” As much as he wanted you to stay, he was determined not to let his own bad habits affect you, especially not while you were still healing.

“Not without you,” came the soft but stubborn reply. A small smile pulled at his lips. Your sleepiness seemed to have made you more endearingly uninhibited.

“You need your rest,” he reminded you, gently pulling one of your hands from his shoulder and placing a warm kiss on your knuckles. 

“So do you,” you responded, your other hand now carding through his hair, sending a pleasant humming sensation along his scalp as you freed the last of the orderly orange strands from their gelled attention. He realized his resolve was weakening.

“I have work to do…” he said softly, trying to convince himself as much as you. Reluctantly, he dropped your hand, placing his arm back on the armrest of his chair as he once again pulled himself toward the desk. He hoped that the action of returning to work would shake the tiredness he could feel steadily growing in his body. It seemed you weren’t having any of that though.

You trailed your hand over his shoulder and down the length of his arm, your touch setting off sparks on his skin even through the rumpled fabric of his uniform top. He struggled to regulate his breathing. You came into view then as you moved between him and his data screens, letting your fingers linger on the back of his wrist as you leaned back against the edge of his desk. The sight of you still soft and languid from sleep, clad in his sleep clothes, was almost more than he could bear. He bit down hard as he struggled with both the exhaustion and sudden heat that were steadily rising in his body. 

“Armitage, you can work next cycle,” you told him gently as you leaned toward him. His breath stuttered in his lungs.

“I— I really should try to get this finished,” he stammered out, even though everything in him wanted to give into you. You seemed to search his face for a moment before coming to some kind of conclusion. What you had decided Armitage could not guess.

“Alright,” you whispered, but there was less defeat in your voice than he would have expected. He watched as you pushed yourself from his desk, hoping to steal a kiss as you passed back behind his chair to return to the bedroom. But that was not the motion you made.

Armitage had to grip the armrests of his chair in surprise as you instead moved forward and slid onto his lap, easily slotting yourself against him. Your head was tucked into his neck, your hands curled up against his chest, legs swung sideways across him. It was a long moment before he could breathe again. The warm, comforting weight of your body against him was such a familiar, welcome feeling that he instinctively began to melt into you. 

“What are you doing?” he asked breathlessly, his lips against your forehead.

“You said you needed to work and that I needed to rest,” you murmured back. He could feel your quiet words vibrating against his chest. “But I sleep better when you hold me. So I’m compromising.” Even through the sleepiness in your voice, Armitage could hear the light teasing that threaded through your words. Kriff, he was so in love with you.

“You’re not going to be able to sleep like this,” he told you, unable to keep the smile from his voice. You shrugged against him.

“How do you know?” you responded, adjusting your position on his lap and snuggling closer to him. He gritted his teeth, only too aware that he was losing this battle. When he remained still for a moment, you spoke again: “You can work. I’ll just be here.”

Armitage let out a huff of affectionate amusement at your words. Nevertheless, he pulled himself back toward his desk, trying to train his attention on the data screens. He was not particularly successful in that endeavor. Every instinct in his body was telling him to wrap his arms around you, to pull you closer. You were literally in his lap, pressed against his chest, and he was focused on work that was seeming less and less important by the minute as he became more and more aware of your body against his. He was struggling mightily to read over a diagram when he felt you move.

Your hands had found their way to his uniform collar and were slowly loosening the dark fabric from around his throat, undoing some of the topmost fastenings. His skin flushed, reacting immediately to the soft brush of your fingers.

“I thought you were supposed to be sleeping,” he reminded you, his lightly scolding tone no doubt getting lost in the rush of affection that he couldn’t suppress from his voice.

“You seemed uncomfortable,” you offered by way of explanation as you pulled the high collar away from his neck. “I was just trying to help.” Before he could respond, he was suddenly frozen in place by the feeling of your warm lips pressed tenderly to the revealed skin of his neck. He gripped the armrest as his breathing became fevered and uneven. He knew the battle was lost.

When your lips fell from his skin, he pulled back, letting you lean slightly into the support of his arms so that he could see your face.

“What?” you asked with a bright smile, the question suffused with false innocence. 

“You are incorrigible,” he responded, tilting forward to press his forehead against yours, brushing your noses together. The action caused a spiral of sleepy giggles to bubble from your lips. Despite his attempt to affect mock disapproval, Armitage couldn’t help the way his face pulled into a smile at your reaction.

“I learned from the best,” you retorted happily, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose. There was no way to hide the way his whole face went pink.

“Well, now I see why you were so good at your work, Captain,” he teased, still surprised at how easily such a response came to him when he was around you, “you can be very convincing indeed.”

“I’m not sure how good it made me at my work,” you replied, and Armitage could hear the laughter in your voice, “since this manner of persuasion is saved for you alone, General.” Your eyes were glittering and so, so soft as you looked at him. If he hadn’t already admitted defeat, this would have been the moment he would have happily given in. There was something about knowing that there was a side of you reserved solely for him that never failed to make warmth bloom in his chest.

“Hmmm… a brilliant tactician then,” he mused as he brought your head to where he could press a kiss to your temple. You hummed happily in response. 

“Does this mean you’ll come to bed then?” you asked with a small yawn. Armitage was all too aware of the way your fingers had found his collar again and were slowly opening more and more of his uniform top, revealing the black shirt beneath. The skin of his chest was no doubt a humiliating shade of pink under the thin fabric as his body reacted to your gentle touch.

“Fine,” he acquiesced with an exaggerated sigh of mock-resignment. From the way you laughed, it was clear you heard the affectionate joking in his voice.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, General,” you teased back. The way your fingers were idly tracing patterns across his chest was making him feel quite dizzy.

“Far from a sacrifice,” he whispered against your temple, the joking gone from his voice, “I consider it a privilege.” You ducked your head in slight embarrassment at his words as he pressed another kiss to your hairline.

“Then why did it take so much convincing?” you murmured against his chest. There were a hundred ways Armitage could have answered that question, most of them coming down to the fact that he had gotten good at denying himself the things he wanted. This was not the time to delve into that particular subject; he wanted to keep the conversation light, aware of the fact that you seemed to be growing sleepier by the minute as you curled against him.

“Well, your methods of persuasion were perfectly attuned to your intended target,” he mused, tracing a finger along your cheek. “Perhaps I found the process of being convinced… enjoyable.” He could feel the way your skin warmed at his words. 

“Now who’s being incorrigible?” you rejoined, unable to keep a smile from blooming on your face despite the teasing mock-accusation in your voice.

“You did say you learned from the best,” he reminded you, eliciting a small laugh as you tucked your head against his neck again. Kriff, you made everything in him feel so light. He could have stayed there all rest period, but he was too practical to think that the current position was a viable long-term sleeping option for either of you.

“Love, I hate to say this, but you are going to need to get up so that I can keep my promise,” he whispered against your ear. He couldn’t help but chuckle at your small whine of annoyance. Nevertheless, you crawled from his lap as his hands hovered over you, still anxious that you might become unsteady. He missed the feeling of your body against his immediately.

He stood from his chair as soon as he was certain that you were able to stand without incident. You leaned back against his desk slightly, arms wrapped around yourself as though to ward off the chill in the air that was more apparent on your bared skin now that you weren’t curled against him. Armitage placed his hands on your shoulders as you gazed at him with tired eyes.

“Go to bed,” he urged you softly. “I need to change, but I’ll be right there.”

“You promise?” you asked. Kriff, he couldn’t say no to you when you were looking at him like that – not that he was planning on denying you anything.

“I promise,” he assured you, planting a kiss on your forehead. You hummed lightly as his lips found your skin and offered him a soft smile as you vanished back toward the bedroom. Watching for just a moment to make sure your injured leg didn’t fail you, Armitage then slid into the refresher and finished the work you had been doing to loosen his uniform, the memory of your fingers still lingering against his skin. He pulled on his sleeping clothes – garments he used significantly more now that he was with you. Then he padded through the darkened rooms, turning off his data screens as he made for the bedroom. You were right: his work could wait until next cycle.

He stepped softly into the room, taking a moment to notice the way the starlight streaming in through the window cascaded over your form, bathing you in a silvery glow. His breath skipped a little in his lungs. He crawled under the covers with you, and he could tell that you were already half asleep by the way your breathing had deepened. You blinked your eyes open slightly as he slid onto the mattress next to you, a tired but genuine smile forming on your lips.

“This is so much better than just wearing your sleep clothes,” you murmured as he pulled you into his arms.

“And this is so much better than working,” Armitage sighed. “But you can wear my sleep clothes any time,” he added, the words barely above a whisper. Something about the soft darkness in the room and the way you were folded so happily against him was making him feel a little brave.

“Oh yeah?” He could tell from the hazy quality of your voice that you were on the verge of sleep. “Why?” He stroked a hand down your back, considering his reply. If he confessed now, with you already barely conscious, maybe you would wake up thinking you had dreamed it.

“I find it quite… attractive.” The word was a paltry one for the way heat had suffused his body at the sight, but it conveyed his meaning well enough for the moment. Perhaps there would be another time for him to be more explicit about his feelings on the subject. He blushed deeply in the dark.

“Then… I guess… I’ll have to wear them more often…” It was clear you were struggling to stay awake with the way your stumbling words kept trailing off. Armitage continued the gentle motion of his hand moving lightly up and down your back.

“I find you quite… appealing… no matter what you wear.” Again, the word paled in comparison to the way he felt about you. But the sentiment was true, the proof only too clear on his very reddened cheeks that he was grateful you couldn’t see.

“Armitage… are you saying…?” Your question faded from your lips as your breathing deepened. Armitage was relieved. He wasn’t sure that was a conversation he could have with you without it resulting in you getting far less sleep than you needed. Heat still spread throughout his body at the thought though. He closed his eyes, working to match his breathing to yours. There would be time for that on other nights.

“Sleep well, love,” he murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead in a reverent kiss as he wrapped you even tighter in his embrace. “You need your rest.”

[alby-rei]

A Spoonful of Sugar (Sick!Theo x MC)

a/n: in which MC takes care of her beloved workaholic, Theodorus Van Gogh, because he refuses to take one (1) day off when he’s sick, ft. his loving older brother, Vincent. Based on Cybird’s “A Kiss to Make it Better” which didn’t include Theo, how dare they!

I’ve had this idea since the event ended (how long ago was that?? Doesn’t matter!), and I’m so glad @nad-zeta​‘s request for Theo + “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” fit so well with it, I hope you enjoy cutie >/////<;

[Characters]: MC, Theo, Vincent

[Word Count]: ~1600 

[Tags]: fluff, established relationship, taking care of sick Theo

[POV]: 2nd Person

Also Tagging @aeoncryptic @shookspearewrites and @kisara-16 for being loyal Theo stans ehehe >:3  

~*~

“AB-SO-LUTE-LY NOT!”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I have too much work to take a sick day off.”

“And it’s only going to get worse if you don’t rest!”

Theodorus Van Gogh found himself, with suitcase in hand, caged in his own room by none other than his adorably persistent lover. With arms outstretched to the sides in an attempt to block his escape route, you refused to budge from your station.

“If you don’t move, I’m going to be la—ACHOO!" Theo quickly whipped his head into his arm to cover his nose.

“Bless you,” you responded.

The way his nose brightened like a little cherry tomato did not escape your notice and neither did the bright pink that colored his cheeks.

You continued, “Now drop that suitcase because you are not leaving this room.”

Theo cursed under his breath for his bad luck. He wasn’t supposed to be sick today, especially not when he had just secured a venue for Vincent’s next exhibit. His vision started to blur, as the exhaustion started to weigh on his mind and body. He pinched the bridge of his nose and dropped his suitcase down with a heavy sigh, then crossed his arms.

“Now what?”

“Now,” you uncrossed his arms to take his coat off, “rest, and I’ll go get your breakfast.”

You pulled him gently to his bed and told him to lay down. He rested for 5 whole seconds before he sprung up, feeling ridiculous for even considering the idea of rest.

“No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for the day!” You declared.

You held him firmly by the shoulders, glaring at him with great concern in your eyes.

He stared back defiantly, mirroring your pouty expression. He smirked, ready to throw a snide remark at you, but you bumped your forehead against his. Stubbornly ignoring his protests, you planted a chaste kiss on his bright red nose.

“You’re gunna stay right here and I’m gunna get you some syrup-drowned pancakes.”

Leaving him stunned, you turned around to leave, but he stepped forward once more, tugging your sleeve weakly.

“Hey, I am not having breakfast without Vincent,” he sniffled subconsciously.

“Then I’ll bring him, too!” You pushed him back with more vigor this time.

You brought your hands up to cup his face and stared him straight in the eye.

“Promise me you won’t leave this room by the time I come back.”

He met your stare with a frown, one that spoke of self-inflicted guilt that he must’ve felt for being in this situation. His ocean blue eyes wavered with apprehension, and he bit his lip to fight back his workaholic instinct.

“It’s only for one day,” you continued, “or at least we can hope so, if you rest properly, okay?”

You quirked your head, shooting him a smile full of hope and reassurance.  

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours again, nodding his silent promise.

Abruptly, he drew back, “Silly hondje, you shouldn’t be this close to someone when they’re sick,” he looked away from you, seemingly irritated, but the growing blush that spread from his cheeks to his ears said otherwise.

Your smile widened and your shoulders relaxed to see him listening to reason again, acting like himself again.

“You’re right,” you got up to leave with a content smile, and he didn’t stop you this time, “I’ll be right back, Theo.”

True to your word, you came back with a mighty stack of pancakes, his favorite syrup, and a bottle of Rouge. You also had a plate for yourself half-balancing itself on the tray. Vincent stood right behind you with his own breakfast tray, worried yet relieved of his brother’s adorable request. Theo had actually listened and laid in his bed to relax though his mind was far from resting. He drummed his fingers against his knuckles impatiently. As soon as he heard knocking on his door, he bolted up.

“Theo! We’re back, and Vincent is here to see you, like I promised.”

“…and risk getting him sick, too?! Are you crazy?”

He wanted to leap out of bed and run out of there before he burdened them further, but Vincent’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

The older Van Gogh set his tray down to sit on his brother’s bed, “Theo, I appreciate your worry, but you’re the one who needs us right now, so let us take care of you. What’s a big brother for if he can’t even visit his brother when he’s sick?”

Theo pursed his lips, unable to deny his brother’s kindness in the state that he’s in. He slowly settled back against the headboard, groaning at his own helplessness.

As soon as you brought his pancakes into view, however, his eyes lit up with joy and he dug into his meal to his heart’s content, not sparing a single drop of the syrup you brought with you.

The three of you chatted about your plans for the day, making sure to help Theo get out all the work stress he’s got on his mind.

“I’ve talked to the venue owner before, and he’s a very kind and understanding man,” Vincent smiled at his brother, “I’m sure he won’t mind rescheduling your meeting if we send him a letter explaining what happened.”

Theo nodded sadly, “Yeah, we can always hope so.”

You noticed the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate as time went on and the conversation put him at ease.

Eventually, Vincent returned to his room to continue on his latest painting after hearing more words of praise and encouragement from his dear little brother. His fever had gone up considerably as the day progressed, so you made sure to apply a cool damp towel to his forehead and change it regularly.

“Hey, hondje…”

“Hmm?” You looked up to your tired lover’s face.

“You should go before you seriously catch this fever too,” he said softly.

His eyes were barely open, he may have even been sleep-talking at this point. You smiled, wanting to smack him fondly for always putting you first, even when he absolutely should be more worried about himself.

“After all I’ve done for you today, this is how you repay me, hmmm?” You teased.

“…I’ll treat you… urgh… when I’m awake. Thank you for everything, MC,” and he was out like a light.

Now it was your turn to be stunned. Not only did he say he’ll treat you, but he even called you by your name, something he only dedicated to the rarest occasions, it seemed. You had to fight the strong urge to wrap your arms around him, especially because he usually didn’t like dropping his guard like this. Your macho man Theo looked so weak and weary for once, but that just strengthened your resolve to stay by his side until sleep claimed his undivided attention.

The next day, Theo was up and running like his usual self to meet his clients and drop by the venue owner’s place to apologize in person. Before he was out of sight, you called for him and reeled him back into the mansion.

“You get 14 hours of sleep for the first time in forever and you’re already this excited to go back to work. Don’t forget you’re still recovering.”

You shook your head at his obvious eagerness to be out and about again.

“I don’t think the excess sugar I was served this morning is what the doctor would recommend someone who is still recovering,” he smirked.  

“Yes, well, your immediate happiness is more important than your health right now,” you said confidently.

“…”

“Ok, that came out wrong. What I meant was—”

“Pfff, silly Hondje. You never think before you speak, do you?”

“This coming from the man who promised to treat me today, you didn’t forget about that, did you?” You pouted, crossing your arms in front of you.

“I—When?!”

“Last night, right before you passed out!”

Now it was his turn to chuckle at your excitement for this so-called treat. He started coughing again, and you patted his back as he calmed down from his coughing fit. He sighed, carding his hand through his hair.

“Can’t believe I didn’t get any work done yesterday, but…” he muttered.

Your ears perked up, quirking your head to the side to face Theo, who had turned to stare at the wall. He brought a free hand up to cover the lower half of his face from view, clearing his throat discreetly.  

He continued, “It’s nice to be taken care of every… once in a blue moon.”

He turned back to face you with no hesitation in his deep blue eyes, only heartfelt gratitude.

“Thank you, MC, I really appreciate it. I’m a man of my word. I’ll reward you nicely once I’m back from town. I don’t like to be in anyone’s deb—!?”

“Stop it, you!” You tackled him into a tight embrace, pressing your hands into his back, “No talking about debts, I’m your girlfriend! Of course, I’ll take care of you, especially when you refuse to do so yourself!”

You released him suddenly, stepping back to curtsy.

“And you’re welcome. I accept thanks in cuddles and coffee dates.”

After he recovered from his daze, Theo ruffled your hair with a fond smile. He turned on his heel and walked out of the mansion with suitcase in hand and a tender look in his cerulean eyes. One that he dares not reveal to you lest you start teasing him for the rest of the day.  

[beccaraecarter]

Sneak peek at part 6

~Becca<3

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hi guys! sorry for not posting as often as i used to, but i’m back with a request! yayayay!! so i hope you enjoy, anon! and requests are always open so if you want to request something, make sure to drop by in my inbox~

anon asked: Hi, I love your fics 😍 I would like to ask if you could write a short story about Jungkook conforting the reader because she is worried and overwlmed due to her exams, he could hug and sing to her. Something very fluffy and sweet please, is for my friend who is having a bad time and I know she will love it because she is a huge fan of your writing. Thank you so much and keep going, you're so nice!! ♡♡♡♡

genre: fluff

word count: 930

Staring at the small, square window directly in your line of vision, you could see nothing but darkness-- vast darkness. 

You glanced at the mini clock resting on top of your wooden desk, only to see that barely five minutes had passed since you had last checked the time. Groaning, you face-planted into the palms of your hands, feeling your anxiety slowly invading your thoughts. 

It was 2:45am and you were not even close to finishing your studies. 

Your final exam was in a couple of hours (5 hours and 15 minutes to be precise), and despite your relentless studying for the past week and a half, you suddenly felt unprepared and... hopeless. You felt yourself digging your sharp fingernails into your skin and shaking both your legs simultaneously as you started to doubt all your work and effort. The worry didn’t seem to be disappearing anytime soon and your fright of the possibility of failure was unsettling. You tried to focus and stare at the numbers and letters that lay in front of you but you couldn’t seem to concentrate because of the immense chaos created by your panic. 

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Jungkook woke up to the consistent tapping noise on the floor that he had been hearing in his sleep. He jerked his head up from the irritation he felt from the constant noise. Tilting his head in confusion from the origin of the sound, he turned his head to the left side of the bed to see if you were awakened from the strange noise as well, which was when he noticed that your side of the bed was completely empty... 

Where is she? 

Jungkook scratched the top of his head, put on the pair of pants that were laid out on the edge of the bed, and headed towards the faint light that he saw from the corner of his vision. 

Squinting his eyes to adjust to the sudden change of brightness, Jungkook cocked his head as he leaned against the door frame of your study. 

Why is she up at this hour? 

Jungkook saw how panicked and frightened you looked as your whole body seemed to be shivering... not from the cold, but from something else. He saw how jittery you were and the way you held your hand to your mouth every so often so that you could chew off a bit of your fingernail. After examining your figure for a minute, he could tell you were worried... in fact, you seemed to be beyond worried... most likely, anxious. He automatically remembered about the exam that you needed to do well on in order to get an A in the class and could feel the radiation of fear and worry that emitted from your presence. 

Biting his lip, Jungkook was more worried than you... since you knew how bad it got when your anxiety built up, so he walked up behind you and gave you a warm back hug... praying that it would calm your nerves. 

“Oppa?! What are you doing?? I thought you were sleeping,” you said in shock from the sudden skin contact as you turned your head towards his direction.

“I was... until I heard your tapping... and the real question is: why are you still up? I thought you were sleeping next to me the entire time...”

You avoided looking into his eyes, reminded again of the importance of this exam. Jungkook deeply stared into your eyes and could see the helplessness inside of them. He could tell how stressed you were for this exam and he felt like it was his responsibility to relieve that pain.

“(y/n), look at me.” 

You stopped looking at the floor and instead, looked straight into your boyfriend’s eyes... knowing that every time you looked into them, you found a sense of comfort. 

“I know you’re having a tough time... but just know that this exam isn’t everything. Whether you ace it or fail it, everyone is still proud of you... I’m still proud of you. So don’t be too hard on yourself, okay? Or else I’ll start to get worried,” he said, chuckling at the last part. 

You nodded your head and without having to say anything, Jungkook took your hand in his, turned off your desk light with the other, and led you into your shared bedroom. Tucking yourself inside the warmth of the sheets as Jungkook stretched his arm across your body to turn off the dim lamp. 

Jungkook instinctively snuggled closer to you and you rested your head on top of his bare, broad chest as it rhythmically heaved up and down. You closed your eyes and made outlines along his abs as a form of consolidation. Jungkook smiled at your antics and looked down at the top of your head, relieved that you were finally able to relax.

You opened your eyes suddenly when you felt a vibration coming from Jungkook’s chest and you noticed that he had started to sing. Smiling and digging your head deeper into his chest, you recognized the melody of “Lost Stars,” one of the many songs that Jungkook had done a cover of... and it just so happened to be your personal favorite. 

Jungkook was already halfway through the song and your eyes started to feel heavy and droopy and you felt the symptoms of sleeping inching closer and closer towards you. And as you drifted off to sleep, your stress seemed to disappear and vanish from the depths of your mind. 

Thank you Jeon Jungkook; you really are the maintainer of my sanity. 

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(a/n): aHHH! hello anon! i just read back on this entire story and i’m not sure if this is entirely what you wanted, soo i’m sorry if it’s bad but thank you for requesting this prompt! it was really cute hehe... 

also, pls share with me what your favorite jungkook cover is... mine is obviously “lost stars,” but “paper hearts” is another one of my favorites!

okay, that’s all for now! i’ll have another post up by next week... i hope you have a great day :)