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mushiewrites · 2 years

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The Troubles with Teleporting

Okay yay my first time writing my lil XD bb. Based off this prompt sent in by @emmadoodlewrites!

(Everything I know about XD I've learned from reading all the fics @covenofwives + @fluffallamaful have written with them in it, so this is HEAVILY based off of their versions of XD)

XD has been teleporting with George all over the server for a little while now, never experiencing any issues that they were aware of. However, when XD goes to teleport them both back home, they're confused as George refuses and makes a run for it. The deity chases after him, eager to learn what has George so spooked.

(lee!George / ler!DreamXD : 1.8K words)

As XD held onto George while they teleported them both to the nearest mushroom biome, George bit on his lip tightly, preparing himself for the familiar feeling to return.

The first time it happened, it actually caused him to scream out briefly, flinging his hand to his mouth in embarrassment. XD had turned to him quickly, thinking something they did must've hurt him. But George assured XD that it was fine, nervously laughing it off as needing to get used to being teleported. XD had dropped the conversation then, satisfied with his answer.

And George wasn't lying!

...He was just telling a half truth. While he DID in fact need to get used to being teleported, it wasn't the action of teleporting itself that he needed to get used to - it was the feeling that came after. He wasn't sure if it was the powers XD used to teleport them, or if it was the way XD's hands gripped him while they were being teleported, but he knew one thing for sure - whatever it was, it tickled like hell.

Now every time XD picked him up to teleport them somewhere, George had to prepare himself for the inevitable. He had been doing a pretty good job at flying under the radar, not provoking any responses from XD or alerting them of the situation that kept repeating itself.

But today was different.

While he could normally control his reactions, he was on edge already from XD's constant prods and pokes. XD had teleported them to the mushroom biome because George wanted to collected mushrooms for a stew he had planned on making tomorrow to make a weeks worth of dinners. The smaller mortal wasn't entirely sure if XD was bored or just in a playful mood, but they had continuously appeared out of seemingly nowhere to squeeze at his sides or dig into his ribs for a few seconds before he would disappear again, leaving George flustered, giggling and very blushy.

So when XD had announced they should teleport back home at the end of the day, George didn't think twice before booking it across the biome.

He heard XD call out his name from behind him with confusion, but George couldn't bring himself to worry about that now. He cackled nervously as he turned his head slightly to see XD making their way towards him, much quicker than George had anticipated. George squeaked when XD nearly grabbed him, their claws ghosting at the back of his shirt with a growl. However, the playful growl quickly turned into bright laughter when George nearly jumped out of his skin, screaming out anything he could think of to make XD leave him alone.

Now, George wasn't thinking clearly - he was merely in a ticklish panic. He was fully aware that he could run as fast as he could push himself, but XD could teleport anywhere they wanted in a matter of seconds. So in hindsight, he should've been more surprised when lo and behold XD appeared with a "poof" in front of him, arms spread wide open as George ran right into his grasp. He felt his wrists being grabbed and held against his chest as XD's second set of hands held onto his sides, holding him in place and gently lifting him to properly look at him.

XD smirked beneath their mask, letting George see the sharp teeth as another snicker escaped at the way the smaller boys cheeks were bright pink already.

"XD lehehet me dohown!" George kicked and pulled at his wrists, knowing full well he wasn't going anywhere unless XD let him.

"George, do you want to tell me why you don't want to go home?" XD started, already feeling their smirk turn into a full blown smile as George stuttered out excuses, clearly avoiding the actual reason.

"Cmon George, are you scared of teleporting? There's nothing to be afraid of. We've done it so many times now! Here, look," XD poked fun at George, trying to ease his mind as the God teleported them a few feet away. However, XD was caught off guard at the way George had his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth clamped down on his bottom lip, clearly holding his breath as he let it out a few seconds later. XD's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, lookin George up and down before speaking.

"George, what....?" XD began to ask, but suddenly stopped as they quickly realized what was going on. XD took in the way George had his fists balled together, his eyes squeezed shut as he attempted to bow his head down to reach his hands, no doubt trying to cover his face. George was embarrassed. And more than embarrassed, he was very, very ticklish. XD knew exactly what was happening.

XD gave an experimental squeeze to George's sides where their bottom set of hands were currently gripping, feeling George jolt and kick out as he bit harder down on his lip to keep from laughing.

"Oh okay, I see now. It tickles you, doesn't it." George whined as XD spoke, not asking but confirming what was going on this whole time. George shook his head quickly, denying the accusations.

"N-noho don't be an idiot XD, it doesn't tic-ti...it doesn't do that!" XD couldn't help but let out a little giggle, amused at how adorable it was that George still couldn't say the word "tickle" without being embarrassed, even though this type of play was something that was incorporated frequently in the time the two spent together.

"Hmm...okay. So let's just go home then." XD smiled at sweetly at George with a shrug before teleporting them back home, grinning at the way George's face was contorted like he had just tasted something sour. The deity could tell that teleporting was doing more to George than the smaller boy had let on, so they decided to have some fun with it until XD could get George to crack.

"Oh gosh, sorry George I forgot a stack of mushrooms, one second." XD tried to sound apologetic as they quickly teleported them both back to the mushroom biome, watching as George couldn't hold back his smile anymore with a small squeak slipping out from between his teeth. XD rolled their eyes while George still had his closed, smiling at how ridiculous the boy in their arms was being.

XD took a few steps forward before gasping, letting out an over exaggerated laugh. George opened his eyes to see XD holding a stack of mushrooms in their hand, shaking their head in mock-disbelief. George let out an annoyed grunt as he realized what XD was doing.

"George I must've overlooked them! They were in my inventory the whole time! Silly me. Oh well, we can go back home now!" XD poofed them back home before George could protest, only a desperate whine pushing passed his lips as he felt the tingly feeling through his body once more.

George looked up at XD, about to beg them to let him go, but XD spoke before George had the chance.

"Wait wait, now where did I put the flowers for the garden? Darn it!" George went to scream but was cut off with another "poof", and suddenly they were back in the mushroom biome. That was when the damn finally broke loose.

"Ehex dehehehe p-plehease! No mohohore!" George spoke through his giggles, squirming and twisting in XD's grip as he felt the tingling sensation through his legs and up to his ribs. XD watched fondly as George threw his head back, laughing harder and squeezing his eyes shut as XD began to softly squeeze at his ribs.

"NOHOHO n-nohot fair!"

"Who said I was fair?" George wanted to scream back at XD about how mean they were being, but another poof and suddenly he was laughing hysterically in front of his home once more. This time though, XD quickly set him down on the ground, his back against the grass as George felt XD climb over him. A set of arms lifted George's arms above his head as the other pair continued to prod up and down his ribs, playing him like a piano. And George's laugh sounded like the most beautiful symphony.

It was only when XD made their way up into George's armpits and he screamed out his safeword that XD let him go, releasing his arms and using their four hands to help George calm down. XD ran their fingers through George's hair with one hand as the other three rubbed the ghost tickles away, allowing George's laughter to slow down into breathy giggles, his eyes still closed and his cheeks still rosey.

"Thahat was cruel, XD," George eventually spoke when his breath evened out, trying to sound annoyed but failing as a smile was still sprawled out across his face. XD laughed softly, standing up and grabbing George's hand to help him stand as well.

"I know, but I can't help it. You're just so cute when you laugh like that. You're so ticklish," XD smirked, giving George's side another poke that sent him jumping a few feet away from the God. "Besides, you're lucky I didn't go for nibbles."

George's eyes widened as he held his hands out in front of him, pointing at XD with a warning. XD held their arms up with a guilty sounding giggle, the bottom set returning under their cloak to show George that they were done.

"I'll get you back, I hope you know that." George mumbled with a yawn as he allowed XD to scoop him up in their arms, making their way back into George's house and to his bedroom. XD set George down on his bed, watching fondly as George's eyes immediately closed.

"Yeah, yeah." XD replied, laughing quietly. They felt a slight tug on their cloak, looking down to see George pulling at it. The deity audibly cooed at the smaller boy under the covers, smiling as they sat down on the bed next to George. They allowed George to curl up in their arms under their cloak, using it as a blanket. His face rested against XD's chest, quickly falling asleep to the soft purring from the God below him.

XD allowed themself to close their eyes as well, smiling as they thought about the events of today. They had decided that this was one of their favorite days spent with George, and XD couldn't wait for more days like this.

#lee!george #ler!dreamxd #i LOVED THIS PROMPT #i got very very carried away #oops #sorry not sorry #fics #my stuff #mcyt tickle #thank u for the prompt emma 🥺#emmarose9402 #and thank u coven n llama for ur interpretation of xd #and making me fall in love with ler!xd #mushie fics

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michael-after-hours · 1 year

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We've all heard and fallen in love with the idea that David was a gunslinger, that he used to be Doc....

Some even think he could have easily been Ace Merrill! Which can work just as well....

Now I offer....my new favorite idea....David...our beloved happy cocky little fella....used to be Athos from the Three Musketeers.

Yes he was one of the , all for one and one for all, a little French basturd who was heartbroken and drank a LOT...

It would explain his obsession with wine bottle and using them, he probably loves a drink still. He shows off and shouts "Bravo!" Like an old man.

If we go off time period alone, it would have been from 1625-1628 for the Musketeers, as opposed to the years 1877-78, a one year time difference for Docs wild cowboy lifestyle (which seems very short lived as a cowboy, but the western life lasted longer than that)

While yes Musketeers are similar to Young Guns in a sence of it was just some people, fairly young, who could use guns and fight, it was different.

Young guns, a term my mom so happily told me came from, "How young they were and how they had guns" a random fact of this is that Billy the Kid was only 17/18 a literal kid.

The Musketeers were all adult however, as far as I know and can tell. They also used guns, muskets(hence musketeers). They would often battle on foot, and on horseback. Making them both Infantry and Calvary.

But the really really neat thing, about this idea I've had is ranks. Like any military position, when your protecting the king of France in god damn, 1652, you can become very very close to the king of you prove your worth.

And who oh who could lounge around and stalk at lavish parties the king no doubt throws? Why Max of course.

Someone had to turn David, or in this case, Athos. Someone would have to turn him, trick him, tempt him and as far as I can tell it wouldn't take very much.

The man's wife betrayed him, he kills her, he's struck with grief and heartache, he's already a heavy drinker...he is still a musketeer sure, but what would stop him from putting himself in an early grave? Not much.

So here comes Max. He offers Athos a deal he can't resist.

"Live long and hearty, celebrate in places more lavish than the kings court, have all the women you want, perhaps even try your hand at other hobbies that arnt drinking yourself into an early grave," Max had followed, stalked, Athos to a corridor. Where the young Musketeer was slinking off to, who knew, but he seemed to want to be alone with his bottle to keep him company. A bottle he was gripping as if his life defended on it, and oh how pitiful it was to Max to see such a young man in such a state.

"....could make you into a very fine philosopher....or a herbalist, whatever your heart desires Athos," His voice echoed the hall and yet was barley above a soft spoken tone, like a parent speaking with their small child. It didn't help that he went and grabbed the bottle away from Athos.

"But I must warn you it'll come with a price, a very very expensive one at that." Was it to be the bottle that would be the price? Give up drinking? Never.

"oh it's not drinking, I assure you it's something more....expensive...not gold, or coin, or silver, no something more....valued...personal to you and every human..." What kind of sick game was this man pulling on Athos? He was getting tired of the King's eccentric guest and hated to deal with this man he didn't at all wish to speak with him anymore.

"Oh come now Athos, the greatest of three Musketeers, it's nothing that bad, you just would have to sleep in the day and be up during the night! I suffer aliments during the day, and well the price is making others be on my sleeping schedule you see~" Harmless....a harmless enough deal and thought, who didn't suffer aliments form the too bright sun? And well...Athos wouldn't mind learning a few more things, maybe he'll take up the offer.

"So it's a deal I take it dear Athos?" The man extended his hand, the bottle in the other long gone, and the minute Athos out his hand on the man's he knew something was wrong, but the words left his lips barely, "A deal-" he was against a wall in seconds trying to pry the man off his neck gasping and kicking before falling limp.

A deal so wonderful only comes around once in a lifetime. A bargain so good it couldn't be true and that free Athos knows this now as he laid dazed in the infirmary, mind swirling around like a bottle of wine.

That man, that basturd, that dream he had, that nightmare it was...he hated it, and he wasn't getting any better, if anything he was getting worse. One of three musketeers, dying, how fitting to leave his friend behind after an attack form someone...

Attempted assassination they rumored, posion others said, a little of both is what Athos has taken up believing.

But a few days turns to weeks, three weeks turns into four, and finally he's relisted to go but only to be comfortable in his own room for a few days to make a finishing recovery....only to still be suffering sever drowsiness, hunger pains, and lack of iron.

"nothing a nice diet won't fix!" "I don't want the fucking bloodie meals Porthos!" Fights were more and more, and then one day he was gone.

His clothes with him, he left some note, he was gone....no one ever found him, but the musketeers swear until the day they served no more, that a man in a stained cloak, branded with that of the musketeers could be seen far away in fields, riding a stallion black as night and vanishing once day broke.

He became somewhat a legend, a myth, a fallen soldier that haunted the lands.....stories and books were written about him, plays were made and then films, each time it filled him with greater and greater joy.

The deal, the bargen came at a cost but oh how Athos relished in becoming David and how he adores trading in his horse and hat for a bike and new gang...they were no musketeers, but they might as well be.

Anyways, Athos is David idea folks it sooo it's eating me up.

#the lost boys #the three musketeers #RIP those who are gonna look in their repsectiem e fags and be confused on why a valpire is in frnace and vice versa #its eating me ALIVE OH MY GOD I CAAAAANT #ATHOS HAS A CHOKE HOLD ON ME OKEYYY #the three musketeers 1993 #athos my beloved💗💗💗💗🥺#ATHOS MY MAAANS😖😖💗💖💗💖💗#athos is david confirmed by me #i got carried away midway through and started wring a fic in so sorry y'all #maybe when im not so sleepy ill write write it #david the lost boys #i NEED to talk about this more snd NEEEEEED YAAALLL to see it

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theold-ultraviolence · 2 years

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Giving you thoughts that torment me because sharing is caring 😊

Making spooky baskets with eddie

You agree on one week to gather and construct the "basket" maybe the first week (sidenote do we agree eddie is an October baby because that's my hc he's a October scorpio🤭)

Of the month so you'll be preped for the season maybe you add little date night ideas along with snacks movies blankets books costume jewelry handmade props cards anything and everything

CEE I read this before I had to leave to go home and been thinking about this all throughout! THIS IS GENIUS no but seriously I’ve always wanted to exchange a spooky basket with someone 🥺

I love him being an october scorpio omg. I feel like the general consensus here is that he’s a water sign from what other besties have told me! Him having his birthday in october would be the greatest thing because he gets double the treats, and his birthday gifts are also spooky and weird, which is the most fun for him!

He gets one basket for his birthday, but that one is a surprise. Maybe in the birthday basket, there are concert tickets, or tapes/posters that you got him from the record store, or even a couple of t-shirts! Maybe a fancy notebook from a very nice book store, so that he can scribble away all his campaign ideas and lore and maybe if he choses, song lyrics. Maybe he’d been hinting for a while that he wanted one of those notebooks that are for writing music! So you get it for him, so that he can also write his guitar chords properly 😌 he’d love to get spooky socks or something cozy and warm for the season, but with a weird pattern to fit his style. Maybe a plushie of a bat or an alien or a funky little dragon would make his heart all mushy. This basket is delivered with a cupcake with a candle and lots of balloons❤️

The official spooky basket to exchange with him is super fun as well!! You’ve been preparing for it ahead of time, buying stuff with anticipation so that neither of you will receive a sad ass basket. You want it to be absolutely FILLED AND OVERFLOWING with fun stuff! Maybe you get those little spooky trinkets to fill it, like those glow-in-the-dark rings or skull-shaped erasers and silly toys like that, as well as lots of candy that fills both of your preferences, because he’d know, by heart, the kind of candy that you go crazy for, no matter how expensive or hard to find it may be. Instead of concert tickets, there are tickets for the movie screenings of the spooky movie marathons at the drive-in, or just whatever movie is premiering during the season! Handmade cards with silly scribbles and stickers can’t be missing here. Maybe he buys a VHS and wraps it to add it to the basket so that you can stay in on Halloween night and get all cozied up with a blanket and popcorn 🖤 but you won’t know which movie you’ll be seeing until the actual night — to keep up with the trick or treat suspense, until you unwrap it. But I gotta say the spooky socks are a given in either basket. You can’t ever go wrong with spooky socks as a gift in my opinion.

#i’m all soft and giddy thinking about this 🥺#sorry if this is long af I got carried away #imma add this to the spooky masterlist #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson headcanons #I’M SO SOFT FOR THIS SILLY MAN CEE

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stormyoceans · 1 year

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There's a fan theory on twitter that says what if Mork somehow responsible for Day's accident and i so do not want this to happen 🥺 i want them to be completely new to each other, i want snarkiness at the start, unfamiliarity, uncomfortableness even. All this feelings transforming into acquaintance, comfort, love, acceptance. And i have a feeling bl fandom doesn't have enough critical thinking for this kind of ambiguity with its black or white thinking so no please. Tell me your thoughts dear Monica 💓

I MEAN LOVE AND LIGHT TO ALL I RESPECT EVERYONE’S TASTE AND OPINIONS BUT IM VERY MUCH WITH YOU ON THIS ANON

the thing is.. i do enjoy my fair share of angst and drama from time to time, however i do need it to be functional to the story and the characters to like it, and i just don't think that this particular plot point would serve any purpose in mork and day's relationship. don't get me wrong, im not saying that a story about character A causing a life altering accident to character B and the complex relationship that could develop between them isn't an interesting idea to explore, and i know we have no idea what p'aof wants to do so i might be wrong, but i simply don't think last twilight is gonna be this kind of story

mork being responsible for day's accident would also become part of a series of more.. 'controversial' topics that i tend to have a lot of reservations about, mainly for two reasons:

1) while it's true that the fandom tends to have a very black and white mentality (and in my experience this is true for every fandom, not just the BL one), it’s also incredibly hard to write certain kind of storylines in a satisfactory way, because there are just so many things to take into account: the characters, the motivations, what you want to say as a writer, what is perceived by the viewers.... if you don't find the right balance between all these different elements, things could easily go wrong (take dan killing sean's dad in not me, for example: the writers wanted us to sympathize with both characters, but the issue lacked any kind of resolution because they clearly didn't know how to give it a proper one, which only ended up disappointing and dividing the fandom even more)

2) i do understand how this kind of.. extremely dramatic stories can be appealing or even seem more realistic to people, but on one hand i always thought that if i wanted realism i would just watch the news instead of a BL show, and on the other i often find that overdramatic plot points usually add very little to the story itself, except creating unnecessary complications that are hard to deal with. tian not being behind the wheel of the car that killed torfun in a tale of a thousand stars doesn't lessen the guilt that he feels for being somehow responsible for her death, and wen not cheating on alan in moonlight chicken doesn't make their relationship any less complicated (i actually think that showing how you can fall out of love with someone and finding it hard to let them go because in a way you still care about them is far more compelling than a cheating plot, but that's a whole other matter). similarly, i don't think that mork not being responsible for day's accident would take something out of their story

from what we saw in the trailer i think last twilight is gonna be about two very different people being thrown together by circumstances and helping each other rediscovering themselves and life and a future that they didn't think they could have, and like you said that's what i want to see

#SORRY ANON I GOT CARRIED AWAY AND THIS CAME OUT WAY TOO SERIOUS ;;;;;;#but yeah i agree with you!!!!#also the 'dear monica' kinda killed me you are so!!!! sweet!!!! 🥺#hope you're having a lovely day dear anon!!!!#last twilight #morkday #m: ask

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icedhoneyy · 2 years

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Hey hey~

For the ask game, maybe 2 and Semi, Bokuto and Suna? 🪴✨️

pls i love them 😭❤ thank u for sending one <3

!! ASK GAME: send me 3 characters + a number !!

2- fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

— fist fight with: Suna!! I love him to pieces but i just want to 🤜🤜💥 him a little you know? I just feel like we would have this type of relationship lmao alexa, play true love by P!NK 🤭💕 (and for the record, I would win purely bc i'm not above cheating my way into victory. If Suna wins, he won't let me live it down. He will make my life a living hell. Can't let it happen hehe)

— get drunk with: Semi 🥰🥰 He would be the silliest drunk, me thinks!!! Just a giggly mess, everything is funny, neither one of us can stop crying with laughter at the most ordinary things. I wouldn't be too shy to badly serenade him some cheesy love songs nor would he mind my terrible rendition. Also, I bet all my money that Semi Eita talks like a parrot when drunk, he has no filter and will talk about anything!! Even things that he normally keeps to himself because it's too sentimental or something. We would have the best time getting drunk together, giggling at everything, talking about everything, from my silly nonsenses to heart to heart conversations. Maybe we even smooch a little idk 🥰🥰

—share a flat with: Bokuto. Okay okay hear me out!! I know it sounds like a nightmare at first. Hes probably so messy (like we saw in that one haikyuu bu chapter) and so forgetful, I bet he forgets about his leftover food for days untill it become it's own ecosystem in your fridge😬🤕 However, Bokuto is such a great guy and he tries, he reallly does!! And if you're nice and patient to talk to him, find ways to fit both of your lifestyles in the same place and give him some time, then I bet he turns into the greatest roommate. It's just that on top of everything, Bokuto is kind, incredibly fun to be around, and such a good friend. He's not perfect and he will always leave his stinky socks on the hallway. But he's also gonna come home with your favorite food when you had a bad day, watch and get too invested in trash tv with you, or even hype you up when you're leaving the house for something that makes you nervous, like a date or a job interview. Yeah, he's not perfect but it's impossible to not love this guy, and after awhile you just don't mind a little mess anymore if it means you get to share a place with your bestest friend tbh. AYE I GOT CARRIED AWAY SORRY

#sooooooo i got carried away with the semi one Iahsjwhdidnaifne #is just i love him and—😭❤#and the bokuto one?! I'M SO SORRY #i have no explanation other than hes the best boy 🥺❤#🌼✉.beehive mail #🌼.from the hive: [ ecrein ]#☆: game

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onlyswan · 5 months

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summary: in which jungkook gets his motorcycle license and you don’t believe in fate.

idol!jungkook x reader, est. relationship / fluff, a dash of angst / word count: 5.5k

content/warnings: protective!bf jungkook 🫡 / jk gives oc h*ckeys / jk is sad and scared bc many couples r breaking up :( then he gets h*rny and i can’t blame him bc oc is hot / oc loves short skirts n jk is stressed / oc gets an anxiety attack !! bc they thought jk got into an accident / bam cameo <3

> in which masterlist!

note: ART REPORTING FOR DUTY 🫡 it’s been a while so i feel quite rusty and my brain is fried pls bear with me </3 i’m excited to post regularly again and get back into the flow hehe. as always feedback and reblogs are appreciated! 🥺

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it is a rather calm afternoon in your shared apartment. you and jungkook may be together in the living room, but you’re each spending your alone time.

you’re sitting on the couch with bam’s head on your lap, your not-so-little baby sleeping soundly. you indulge yourself in a fashion magazine, occasionally lifting your head when you sense your boyfriend staring at you longingly from the desk. he would quickly avert his eyes to feign obliviousness, switching between the laptop or his phone to busy himself.

“babe, spit it out.” you giggle, lowering down the magazine from your face. “is there something wrong…? what do you want?”

“no, it’s nothing. just ignore me.”

“then you’re going to be upset with me when i actually do it?”

“yah! that’s not true!” he looks at you wide-eyed, chest puffing up in defense. “it’s really nothing, okay? you can go back to reading.”

“mkay, whatever you say… i’m not reading, though.”you mumble the last sentence, burying your nose in the magazine again.

with a glittery golden-inked pen, you draw a star beside a bag from the spring/summer collection that you fell in love with at first sight. you hear the clacking of the keyboard pause and resume, pause and resume, but you ignore your boyfriend’s beseeching glances like he asked you to.

minutes pass by on the clock as you flip the pages with twinkling eyes and silent squeals, but they feel like hours to jungkook.

he blinks at the laptop screen as he sinks his teeth on his bottom lip.

he just needs to do it— get it over with. whatever it is, he’s certain that the two of you could reach some sort of compromise… right?

he puts on a face of determination before wheeling the gaming chair towards where you are. and with no one to blame but himself, he releases a disgruntled noise when he collides with the leather couch. the impact sends him a couple of feet away from his destination, but his hands find purchase on your exposed thighs and he brings himself back to you.

his clinginess never fails to fill your stomach with butterflies.

you smile in secret, silent as he hooks his arms underneath your knees and lies his head beside bam’s. he kisses bam’s forehead, and in a somewhat twisted way, you are grateful for all the times the universe tugged at the string of joy and made you chase after it, because it led you here.

he has folded himself in a position that looks wildly uncomfortable, but jungkook likes to torture his senses for some reason, so you let him be. you pretend that no one has invaded your space, attached theirself to you so close that you’re carrying a quarter of their weight; feeling tickled by their exhales against your skin.

you planned to mix yourself a cocktail halfway through your magazine, but that is pushed to the bottom of things you can do now that your boyfriend is displeased with the lack of attention from his lover.

“this won’t do!”

his impatience forces him out of the chair and onto the couch, where he sneaks his strong arms around your waist. the movements shakes bam awake from his slumber. the doberman sits up, tiredly blinks at his father as if he is so done, and leaps off the couch to strut to his house.

jungkook scratches his head guiltily. “bam! dad is sorry that he disturbed your sleep!”

to no one’s surprise, he doesn’t receive a reply.

“oh, bam, are you mad at me…? you can’t be, right? you must understand… we both really love ____, don’t we?”

but he does receive one from you— a fond gaze that thinks of him bizarre.

“he’s not mad!” he defends himself.

“he should be. we were having a peaceful time together.”

“yah, that’s so mean. i’m part of this family too!” he complains with a scowl. “i want to cuddle.”

“no one’s stopping you, babe.”

this time, he hides his face in the crook of your neck.

he breathes you in, and his mind becomes clouded with the natural scent of you, so uniquely you, sweet and fresh like the clouds on a spring day, mixed with a hint of strawberries. humans smell fragrant flowers and break off their stems. jungkook smells you and he bites, sinks his teeth on your skin, sucks, again and again, and then soothes the ache with a slow and gentle slide of his tongue, but it doesn’t erase the marks that blossom into a hue of a bruise.

he licks his lips, wet with saliva, feeling cocky with the memory of your sharp inhales— cockier when he lifts his head and sees the dilation of your pupils behind a curtain of haze.

however, they’re still trained towards the fashion items printed on paper that you so desperately wish would materialize into thin air.

he groans.

“baaaaby,”

“mhmmm?” you mimic the tone of his whine, resting your head on his shoulder— just to be closer, let him know you’re here and you’re listening.

he clears his throat, prepares for the worst.

“these days, there’s something i’ve been thinking of a lot… i’ve been researching here and there, too…”

“about?”

“motorcycles…”

“okay,”

“okay?”

bewildered by your nonchalant response, he pulls away to squint at you in suspicion.

“…i’m planning to buy one and get a license? like, maybe next week?”

“okay,” you repeat yourself.

hit with a twinge of confusion, you briefly tear your eyes away from the beautiful gowns worn by beautiful models.

“are you telling me or are you asking me?”

“uh- uhm,” he stutters. “i’m telling you.”

“alright then,”

his chest puffs up as he inhales sharply. “that’s it?!”

“what do you want me to say?” you flip a page, a flicker of amusement flashing across your face. “you’re not allowed to…? i mean- sure, i can do that, too.“

“no, no, no, no, no-” he kisses your cheek— nearly, barely, he’s smiling too big to do it properly. “no, really! are you serious?”

“why won’t you believe me?” the magazine lands on your lap as you cross your arms in annoyance. “what do you think of me?”

“i heard couples really fight about this in particular, though?” he chuckles, and it’s your pouted lips’ turn to be granted a kiss. “sorry, i assumed you won’t approve of this one. you’re so strict with me about driving safely.”

“it’s no problem because i know you’re responsible. i just get worried sometimes,” you mumble. “when you’re tired from work.”

“i know,”

“good,” you sigh, leaning into him to steal a kiss yourself. “can i just ask you for one thing then?”

“yes,” he nods eagerly. “anything.”

“if i find out that you didn’t wear a helmet one time…” you tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth, unsure what type of reaction you will elicit. “you’re getting rid of it.”

“three times-”

“oh my god, absolutely not!”

the sheer horror painted on your face further fuels his mischief.

“twice?”

“you said anyth-”

“please?”

“no! then i’m getting rid of it myself!”

you shove his shoulder, and he allows himself to fall flat on the couch before bouncing back with the mission to ease your mind.

“i’m just joking, baby!” his giggles fill the entire apartment.

he cages your face in his hands but you stubbornly resist.

“i’m joking- i’m joking. i’m sorry. come here, give me a kiss.”

he makes a smooching sound with his puckered lips and you send an unimpressed glare in return.

“promise me first,” your fingers wrap around his wrist to deny his affectionate advances. “one time!”

“i promise!”

“and you won’t get angry at me?”

and with that, his heart begins to ache in his chest. the shift in your voice, the nervousness blanketed by softness… fuck.

“how hard can that possibly be?”

he just remembered how upset you were when he got himself infected after visiting a tattoo shop in america. you told him it would probably be best to do more research on the place, but he isn’t jungkook if he isn’t stubborn. it was hell, to say the least. being in pain and fighting with you for days. you would tend to him and the silence would rub salt on the wound.

today, however, he was more than prepared to defend his case in the event that he faces rejection.

he doesn’t.

on the contrary, he is a given a gift.

“i hate you,” you whimper, but your words contradict the way you respond to his kisses— the sharpness of them has been dulled by his tongue. he tastes like the green apple lollipop that you completely forgot you left on the desk four days ago.

he draws back with a playful grin.

thief… your kisses and your candy and your body and your heart. all his.

“huh, you don’t mean that.”

“i do!”

“i love you,” he utters tenderly. “i trust you to set me straight when i need to get my shit together.”

“then you understand that i just don’t want it to become a habit, right…?”

what does he think of you? a person who treats him with utmost gentleness, supports his happiness, and worries about his safety— a person more important to him than himself.

“and even if it’s only one time… we never know what’s going to happen. i wouldn’t be able to bear seeing you outside the celebrity segment of the news. jungkook, i swear.” you pray that he doesn’t hear the crack in your voice, disguising it with a layer of humor. “i will lose my mind.”

“of course i understand! that won’t ever happen, baby! i want to tell you not to worry too much, but… but to be honest… i think i will be more upset if you don’t lecture me about this kind of thing at all.”

“really?”

“yes. because then doesn’t that mean you no longer care about me?”

this whole time, you’ve been saying i don’t want you to get hurt i love you i love you i love you i love you i love you, and he hears you clearly— like how one recognizes their favorite song playing in public even from far away.

you smile sheepishly. “show me the motorcycle you want.”

your outspoken interest makes jungkook’s face light up like a christmas tree.

“there’s actually a few that i’m looking at…” he trails off, running back to the desk to grab his laptop.

“i’ll help you choose!” you clap your hands excitedly. “is there a pink one?”

“pink?!” he exclaims, which is then followed by endeared laughter. “you want it?”

you assume that he is going to ignore the silly idea, that is until he returns to his seat beside you.

“sure, there should be one somewhere.” he whispers, more to himself, typing away on the keyboard to feed your curiosity.

“really? really?” you babble, clinging to his arm to take a peek at the screen.

“hmmm,” he hums. “get a license too and i’ll buy it for you.”

a sound of disapproval bubbles in your throat. “eh, not for me. i want you to use it.”

jungkook dramatically pauses. he stares at you, doe eyes infront of blazing headlights.

he releases a burdened sigh.

“why me?!”

—

“bend over,” jungkook commands sternly, standing arms crossed infront of the bedroom door to deny your exit. “right now.”

“eh?” you gape at him. “but aren’t we goi-”

“i said turn around, baby.”

you’re left with no choice when his patience runs thin and he captures your hand— it comes so naturally when you twirl on your toes as if you’re waltzing to a slow love song. he pushes you forward gently, and you carry your innate grace all the way to the arch of your back.

jungkook swallows down a moan elicited by the tantalizing view, clearing his throat. he masks the sound by unceremoniously spanking your ass, the skin-to-skin contact also causing a sharp sting to spread across his palm.

“shit- i knew it, it’s too short.” he tugs your skirt down, a useless attempt at concealing your white lace underwear. he harshly breathes out in exasperation. “baby, i can see everything! you can’t ride a motorcycle wearing this!“

“what? motorcycle?! i can finally ride it?!”

you only heard one word come out of your boyfriend’s mouth, it seems.

you flip in excitement, facing him again with a smile as bright as the sunny sky outside. “you got your license? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“i was going to surprise you but-”

he still looks stressed out, eyes trained to your skirt- well, your legs. the skirt is barely there.

“going back here from the parking lot to change would be-”

“but it’s miu miu,” you quietly remark, looking down at the article of clothing with a frown. “it’s not that short…”

“look at the mirror,” he points to your left with his eyes, but then he is already carrying you by the curves of your waist so that your back is facing it.

you bend down on your own, and jungkook clicks his tongue when you only giggle heartily upon seeing your own reflection.

“it’s fiiine! you’re there to protect me. i just won’t bend down.”

“but won’t you get cold?”

“nope!” you reply without a second to spare. “for fashion, i never get cold.”

it’s been more than five years since he met you; jungkook knows damn well that is very far from the truth. not a single autumn and winter have passed that he didn’t lend you his jacket, his warmth, and then some more, simply because you refuse to stop wearing skirts until you’re at the verge of freezing to death.

alright, maybe he’s being dramatic, and you’re stubborn as hell.

“and i’m wearing my tall boots,” you raise your leg in a straight line to show off the leather brown boots that stop below your knees. “look, look… don’t i look cute?”

cute? such a word won’t do you justice. you’re acting like he’s not also looking at your panties.

“of course,” a soft smile replaces his hardened features. “you look so beautiful, baby.”

“hm, thought so,” you scrunch your nose, and his heart skips a beat.

damn, but that- there’s definitely no other word to describe it but the word cute.

“but how about, let’s say, wearing a coat over it?”

“jungkook! no!” you grunt, punching his arm- but then a lightbulb illuminates your brain.

“or shorts under it-”

“oh my god, i think you have one that matches. i remember i saw it the other day-”

“no, wait, wait, wait- shorts are safer! ____!”

you sprint back to the walk-in closet, leaving jungkook alone in the bedroom.

“come back here!”

he jerks his head in distress, rubbing his eyes harshly with his tattooed knuckles.

“ah, ____!”

“what?!” you yell, voice bouncing off the walls of your apartment. “i found it!”

—

“is it too tight?” jungkook inquires, looking up to you from the floor.

you bend your knees to assess the tightness of knee pads. “nope, it’s good.”

he proceeds to grab the elbows pads he hung over the handle of the motorcycle.

“hmmm, next… you wear these instead.”

you pout, recalling that he forgot his riding jacket at work yesterday. “but what about you?”

“i only have one pair.” he says. “it’s fine, it’s just for now. let’s pick up my jacket at the company before going to the museum.”

“how about let’s wear one each?”

upon processing the mechanics of your suggestion, his tall and broad frame shakes with mirth.

you obviously grew up with little siblings. they were so lucky to have you.

“hey! what are you laughing at?”

“nothing, you’re just cute.” he chuckles, wrapping the other protective pad around your left elbow. “just wear them both. i’m confident with my driving but… i still need you as safe as possible, baby.”

“but jungkook! what if y-” you whine out a protest, which he instantly silences by slipping your helmet over your head. “ugh, you’re so rude!”

he beams with pride as he clips its straps beneath your chin. “wow, it fits so perfectly? i only guessed… ah, as expected of jeon jungkook.”

his hand freezes on the visor when you strike him with the beady eyes, pouting your lips to request for a kiss, which he grants— more than willingly. gladly. happily. with pleasure.

cruising through the city on a motorbike with the love of his life; going on dates; putting on your helmet for you and learning how to angle his face for when he steals a kiss— he used to only witness this in romance films.

at the end of the day he’s just a simple man, jungkook admits.

what a dream come true.

—

it definitely becomes clearer to jungkook today— why you did not oppose the idea of him getting a motorcycle license on such short notice.

“this is so cool!“ you squeal behind him, subconsciously raising the pitch of your voice to contest with the wind and the roaring engines.

“____, be careful,” he chides you. “or else i’ll slow down!”

a sense of relief washes over him as you readjust your arms around his waist, your weight resting on him ironically making his chest feel lighter.

if only jungkook could protect you by keeping you bubblewrapped at all times, he would.

“you’re enjoying this more than i expected.”

the two of you idle before a red light. he balances the two-wheeled vehicle with his left foot planted on the ground.

“is it fun?”

“so much fun!” you gush, enthusiasm overflowing past the seams of your lips. “you already drive like a pro!”

“of course! i studied hard! i don’t plan on putting you in danger with my stupidity!”

“still-” you interject. “you’re just good at everything.”

while he is aware that he is gifted in many ways, technically speaking, jungkook knows he can’t possibly be good at everything. but hearing it come from the person he love and adore most in the world? he can’t help but to allow it to inflate his ego a little bit.

ten seconds before the traffic light turns green.

his smirk is hidden inside his helmet, but you can masterfully envision it in your head just from the transparent smugness in his voice.

“time to hold on again, baby.”

“i think you just like me feeling you up.” you muse.

you teasingly slip one hand underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach, and he hisses out a curse. with how strict you are about road safety, one would assume that you would restrain on being frisky while riding a vehicle thirty times more dangerous than a car. you either have too much in trust your boyfriend or you underestimate your effect on him.

in his case, double the thirty.

the engine roars to life and the wheels screech against the concrete road. your gentle touch turns into a bruising grip on his waist.

jungkook thinks that you might be right. he would never miss an opportunity to feel your skin on his skin. he selfishly decides then and there— he now prefers motorycle rides with you.

—

it doesn’t take you long to catch up to that fact. when he tells you wear something comfortable, you also know not to spend too much time doing something cute with your hair because the helmet will just turn it into a tousled mess. for the past two months, he has been calling you every night to ask whether you want to be picked up from work with the bike or the car, because as much as you both relish in the thrill and the wind and the intimacy, sometimes you fall asleep on the way home from exhaustion and he doesn’t want you… quite literally falling on the streets of seoul.

but today is your day-off, and with your head hanging from the edge of the bed, you tear your attention away from your phone to find jungkook is upside down. he stands outside the bedroom door hugging your rainbow hello kitty plushie to his chest, frowning woefully with a cause you are clueless about.

the contrast of his black t-shirt with the rainbow makes you crack a smile, reminiscent of the countless memes you’ve seen on the internet. you find it funny, but mostly endearing. because you’re the one who loves colors but dreams of nightmares, while he loves dark colors but dreams of stars, fairies, and soaring through skies and different dimensions. you don’t believe in fate. however, jungkook believes that it was fate that brought him to you, and that you are the person he is destined with. you don’t believe in fate, but you wholeheartedly, unequivocally believe in him.

“i was watching the news-” he huffs, seemingly perplexed. “why is everyone breaking up all of a sudden?”

“who broke up?”

he freezes, attempting to recall the names that flashed across the television screen only minutes ago. “i honestly don’t know them, but still!”

“then why are you pouting?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he carelessly tosses the plushie on the bed before climbing on it, sneaking his arms between your torso and the mattress to engulf you in a bone-crushing embrace. your phone slips away from your grip, buried somewhere in the sheets, but when big bundle of love and warmth is over you, it’s impossible to be consumed by anything else.

you weave your fingers through his hair, whispering teasingly. “scared of being in the headlines too?”

“scared…” he agrees, then he doesn’t. “of losing you.”

he scoots closer to nuzzle his face against your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin.

“i-it’s just,” he pauses. “ah, i don’t know! nevermind, forget it.”

“no, tell me. it’s okay.” your hands cup his cheeks, coaxing him to look at you. “tell me what’s bothering you. whatever it is. i’ll listen.”

there’s a glint of melancholy on his glassy eyes, and you desperately want to know what brought forth this pain so you can take it all away. your heart shatters when his nose scrunches into a sniffle, skin becoming more flushed, a shade of red that dusts his skin only when he cries.

“when couples break up after a long time… many of them say…” he trails off, held back by uncertainty.

“they say?” you urge him to continue, pretending to be absorbed in fixing his hair— running your fingers through the soft locks, rearranging his bangs, trying to see if they’re long enough to be tucked behind his ears— all in an indulgent effort to show him that this type of conversation doesn’t need to be awkward or intense.

“they say that… that they just woke up one day and- and realized they were no longer-” his lips curve into a frown, deeper than before, and you mirror him without knowing. “happy, or in love.”

he breathes shakily, avoiding your eyes to gather himself together.

fuck, jeon jungkook. man up! are you seriously going to cry right now? like this?

“and we’ve been together for five years.”

“almost five,” you correct him with a sweet smile, poking his soft cheek right where one of his dimples would be. “our anniversary is right around the corner.”

the unadulterated joy you radiated as you spoke those words makes the trepidation in his brain glitch.

“sorry, i couldn’t help myself. please continue.”

he licks his lips, and then opens his mouth but- “i’ve lost my train of thought.”

“oh my god, i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“you were talking about something serious.” you wince guiltily.

“our anniversary is something serious too!” he points out, pouting cutely.

“yes, but… it’s a different story, breakups are- jungkook! why are you suddenly laughing?!” you sputter, shoving him away in annoyance when you hear a snort in the midst of his uncontrollable giggles. “what’s so funny…? you were just so close to crying!”

he shakes his head profusely, collapsing over you, but he ends up rolling over to the side so he can lie on his back and clutch at his aching belly.

“ah, ____! my heart fluttered when you mentioned our anniversary. i totally forgot what i was talking about!”

if it fluttered earlier, now it goes absolutely wild in his ribcage.

your positions are switched before he can comprehend it— you’re now on all fours on top of him. his head is trapped in between your arms and your gold necklace is dangling over his face and you’re straddling his lap and now it’s getting harder to breathe and not picture obscene images that involve you worshipping his body.

he probably likes this way too much than he cares to admit.

“do you see it now?”

he purses his lips, obviously distracted, controlled by his desire for you as he finds the curves of your waist to caress. “see what?”

“that you don’t need to be anxious about us not being happy in the future, because we’re happy right now.”

he cannot detect an ounce of hesitation even if he tried. you are steady. you are sure. something intangible and inexplicable floods your souls when your eyes meet, but the two of you know that it exists and it is real.

“fuck… i love you. i fucking love you so much.” his voice borders on a growl, and a whimper escapes your lips just before they crash against his for a kiss so full of passion that it completely catches you offguard. he pulled you down so swiftly that your hands anchored on the bed scrambled for his forearms to break your fall, nails digging into his skin as you balance yourself.

jungkook isn’t much for words, but something in him always wants more. he likes to speak with his tongue in a way so sweet that it compels you to abandon your vocabularies in the farthest back of your mind.

you sit down on his lap breathless after making out. your boyfriend watches you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, slipping his hands underneath his head as he cockily grins in satisfaction.

you roll your eyes at the sight of his biceps being shamelessly flexed. “bastard,”

“bastard you’re crazy about,”

“unfortunately,” you sigh with faux disappointment, hugging the hello kitty plushie you picked up from the floor.

“want to go for a ride?”

“to where?”

“anywhere,” he shrugs. “it’s already late so there shouldn’t be traffic anymore.”

you jump off the bed without another word, returning a minute later clad in a black harley davidson jacket. you look so fucking chic and attractive in it, he always pats himself on the back for buying it for you.

jungkook would go against all laws of the universe if it meant spending a hundred more almost five years with you, until the hello kitty plushie you’re still hugging becomes gray and unrecognizable.

“babe, why are you still staring at me like that? i’m ready!”

—

from the entrance, jungkook discerns your familiar figure pacing back and forth across your designated parking spaces. you appear to be engrossed in your phone as you nibble on your thumb, which he knows to be a tell-tale sign of your anxiety. you just got your nails done, and for the first three days, you’re usually very conscious of messing them up.

you fail to notice the loud presence of his motorcycle, not until he has successfully parked and pushed down its side stand on the ground.

“baby! what are you doing out here?”

he lifts off the helmet, ruffling his hair to tame it. and as he brushes his stubborn bangs away from his eyes, that’s when he sees his lover overcome with distraught.

his heart drops to his stomach.

your eyes are filled with unshed tears, chin trembling with the struggle of holding them back.

“jungkook!” you wail out his name, and you haven’t cried this loud since you were sixteen.

an unnamed neighbor walks by the scene and says to theirself, somebody must’ve died.

“yah- why? why, why, why?” he stumbles over his own words in panic, carelessly hanging the helmet on one of the handles of the motorcycle as he gets off. “what’s wrong? baby? what happened?”

you hide your face in the palms of your cold yet clammy hands, ashamed by the surge of your emotions flooding the parking lot as acid rain, but a sense of safety blankets you when jungkook gingerly tugs you towards him.

“i thought something bad happened to you! a car hit a motorcycle nearby- and i thou- i really thought-”

“oh, that’s right! how did you know?” he gasps. “i passed by them earlier. there were so many people and police officers.”

“jungkook!” you snap, hitting his chest in frustration.

“sorry- i’m sorry! okay, that was insensitive of me- fuck.” he rambles, and you visibly cringe when his glove-clad hands touch your face.

the texture, and only god knows all the places it’s been…

“there’s no need to cry, baby! i’m already here, aren’t i? i’m so healthy. there’s not a single scratch on me.”

he hastily takes off his jacket to reveal himself in a white sleeveless shirt. spotless that it looks brand-new.

“see? all good!“

you fall silent. your eyes frantically scan his body, but your brain doesn’t really register anything that you perceive.

“aigoo, why are you shaking so much?”

he can’t bear to watch you in this state. he feels nauseous, almost, like his gut is being twisted and wrung in different ways.

“my baby must’ve been so worried about me, is that right? come here.”

in the solace of jungkook’s embrace, wrapped in his strong arms that are, praise heavens, not broken, the pounding of your heart gradually returns to normal.

his, however, becomes louder. and these days he likes to believe that he is no longer the crybaby he once was, but his skin feels flushed as tears fills his eyes, because damn, what a blessing it is to be loved by you.

he leans on the motorcycle, lovingly rocking you back and forth with shushes and soft hums.

time flies by when you are floating, but jungkook is patient as he waits for you to land and come home to him, even when his feet have fallen asleep.

“you haven’t forgotten your promise?” you whisper.

“never not wear a helmet,” he coos, pressing his lips to your temple. “of course i haven’t forgotten.”

“good,” you mumble, drawing back. “go home and shower. you’re all so sweaty.”

“i will. i feel so sticky.” he chortles. “this is so annoying. i hate summer!”

—

you continue to cling to jungkook all the way to the apartment unit, arms circled around his torso and soft cheek smushed against his back. snuggling him from behind like a koala does a tree is a newly-discovered joy. and if you were single you would be rolling your eyes at a person for saying this, but it is quite wonderful to have a boyfriend for a pillow that is also a blanket. has anyone invented that?

“you know, i regret not getting a motorcycle earlier.”

“why?”

the door opens with a short jovial jingle as a signal.

“i saw someone with a puppy in a basket this morning. it was even wearing goggles! it was really cute!” he laments, dragging you along with him into the living room. “ah, i’m an idiot. why didn’t i think of that? we could’ve done that with bam!”

you form the mental image of tiny baby bam wearing tiny goggles and a tiny leather jacket, and then another, but with the current bam.

“but bam is already as big as the bike!” you dissolve into laughter.

jungkook grunts, and you can’t tell whether he’s genuinely feeling this regretful or he’s just trying to distract you after you broke down with the mind-numbing anxiety of losing him forever.

“exactly!”

you sink into the couch, instinctively reaching for the hello kitty plushie to hug. meanwhile, he begins stripping off his shirt.

“it’s not even possible at all now!”

“but i do want to see him wear goggles…” you say in jest, fishing out your phone from the pocket of your shorts. “should i look for one?”

wait, what do you even type for it? dog goggles?

“i found them. there are helmets, too.” you gasp, covering your mouth as an epiphany hits you. “the puppy wasn’t wearing a helmet?”

driven by curiosity, jungkook sits next to you as you search for the item online. he is practically naked, left wearing only his black calvin klein boxers.

“oh,” he pauses. “now that you mention it, the puppy wasn’t wearing one.”

“how are you still sweaty?” with your thumb, you wipe the bead of sweat threatening to enter his eye. “go shower first.”

he manages to sneak a chaste kiss to your wrist before it becomes out of reach.

“before that, i need to tell you something.”

you bob your head, encouraging him to speak out, but the longer you maintain eye-contact with him, the faster his impulsive courage melts into a puddle of nervousness.

marry me.

“baby…”

“yes?” you half-smile. “what is it? you’re starting to scare me.”

marry me.

when i see the future, i only see you.

“i love you.”

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hedgehog-moss · 10 months

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Here are 7 little facts about my donkey and how his summer is going :)

1. I received an anon the other day asking if Pirou was still a working donkey who carries my firewood for me, and the answer is yes. I've been cutting some branches from the big cherry tree that fell down the other day, and Pirlouit has been valiantly carrying them to the woodshed—fun fact, for this activity he likes to wear his ears like this:

Probably because this T position is reminiscent of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross, which is how Pirlouit perceives himself as he carries heavy logs for me. He's willing, but his martyrdom should be acknowledged.

Here's Poldine acknowledging it with a nose kiss, because Poldine.

I stopped so they could have their little chat.

2. Pirou has been chatting with a lot of new friends lately—we met these horses on a walk and he was so happy to stop and touch noses with them while making equid noises. Llamas are good with the nose-touching but their llama noises are just less interesting to Pirlouit. He had such interested ears here! "Finally a serious grown-up conversation"

We also met this goose during the same walk and Pirlouit was a lot less eager to go say hi to her. The goose was yelling threats at us and we prudently stayed away, and Pirou was clearly thinking "this bird is doing a better job at protecting her home from intruders than Pandolf ever could" (it's true, Pan assumes intruders are friends until proven otherwise)

3. You'll notice that there are houses in this pic! Our walks got longer and longer until one day we went all the way to the village (it took 1 hour 20min at Pirlouit's leisurely pace). I was so proud of him. I've been trying to convince my friends to go to the village on donkeyback (this requires two people, because you can ride Pirlouit but you can't tell him where to go unless there's someone holding his rope and leading the way)—my friends were reluctant because they still sort of perceive Pirou as the feral animal terrified of everything that he was when I got him. They know he's made a lot of progress but going to town on donkeyback still seemed foolhardy.

So we've been riding Pirlouit in the woods, in familiar environments, and we also went to town with him but without riding him. He was amazingly calm and brave! There's a river that cuts the village in two and the first time we went, we stopped before the bridge, since it's pretty narrow and cars would have to drive very close to Pirlouit, we didn't want to risk it. We just went to say hi to the librarian who lives on the right side of the river, but since Pirlouit was very serene, we did cross the bridge the second time.

He did not care at all about cars driving very close to him (he had one familiar human on either side of him and the drivers were very considerate and went slowly), which emboldened us to stop for a drink on the terrace of the coffeeshop on main street (< also a narrow street with cars driving by quite close to Pirlouit). There was just no problem at all, Pirou let total strangers rub his forehead and was more interested in iced tea than main street traffic.

It was a hot day and we gave him all the ice cubes from our drinks and he chewed them enthusiastically.

4. We made a stop at the pharmacy on our way home because we had another 1 hour 20min walk ahead and I had a blister, and the pharmacist noticed my donkey parked outside his shop and in a determined tone he said, "I want to try something." He took one of the donkey milk soaps from the overpriced-Provence-soaps-for-tourists display and opened the door and offered it for Pirlouit to sniff.

... I'm not sure what he was expecting—for my donkey to go "ohhh this smells like Mother's milk and aloe vera 🥺"—but unfortunately nothing happened.

(4. bis—Sorry, this 4th fact was anticlimactic.)

5. Pirlouit is now the proud owner of a surcingle. Not for equestrian vaulting and not for his log-carrying job because I don't know if it would be solid enough for the weight of a bag full of logs, but I'd like to tie bags or baskets to it to take Pirlouit grocery shopping, now that I know he's okay with going to town :) He even seems to enjoy the adventure, and the attention he gets from children.

And actually I shouldn't write off equestrian vaulting because Pirou is also remarkably chill with weird things happening on his back. I used to be very careful to climb on his back in a quick & fluid way so he wouldn't spook (because he used to! a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil used to spook him!) but now that my friends are riding him I can confirm we've reached a point where you can climb on Pirlouit's back in any way you want and he'll just be like "...... sure"

6. I almost forgot to mention that Pirou turned 15 last month, according to his ID papers :) Donkeys have a longer life expectancy than horses, they can live 30-40 years on average so he's still a young lad really. Happy 15th birthday Pirlouit :)

7. I wanted to conclude with a nice aesthetic pic of Pirou's shadow on the road during all those walks, like I did with Poldine, but unfortunately donkey shadows do not have the chic je-ne-sais-quoi of llama shadows. Pirlouit looks like a hammerhead shark wearing a tiny fez and that's not his fault.

#crawling along #i am so proud of him!#4 years ago i couldn't even touch him let alone halter him let alone... any of this #he's a great donkey. very curious and interested in the world around him especially iced tea bottles

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hi i have an honest question, isn't the situation with spotify a bit weird? i mean, i've heard many other artists had their collabs counted as their streams. it is a bit weird that it happened to bts and not others. i was really happy for j-hope but now i feel like i can't be happy for him because it does look a bit shady imo so idk :/ i feel weird for celebrating him now because everyone on twitter is so angry but well maybe they are kind of right this time? why would spotify suddenly change rules like that? or they didn't change them and twitter armys are overreacting which, like, wouldn't surprise me at all.

hello yes i completely get the concern and i too find it weird how they only removed bts’ featuring collabs and not l*sa’s because then hobi would’ve been the most streamed soloist, people have been saying that they removed l&r because it’s an english song, but honestly none of these theories make a lot of sense

coming to ‘the atmosphere doesn’t feel appropriate to celebrate’ but then when will it be ? i honestly actually don’t even care about the ranking, i was just happy that hobi had so many streams without a collab, and he’s like my ult, so i just wish people celebrated his achievements with the same level of enthusiasm as the other members’ , because im so sure that had it been any other member then the story would’ve been different,,,if not now then when ? why can’t you be happy for hobi ? his streams are all genuine, and he did get them all without any collabs or anything ! and in any scenario he couldn’t drop below the second rank :) just a few days back i saw a tweet saying that hobi fans should understand that because jitb isn’t a pop album, it’s harder to stream and so fans shouldn’t be mad and it had around 3k likes ?? if we are expected to be this understanding then ig we can expect the same from others ? but don’t let twitter take charge of whether you can feel happy about something or not anon, that’s your own choice, don’t let others have control of it :)

#sorry i just got carried away and i know that my answer doesn’t make a lot of sense but tbh these are my actual thoughts on the subject #and i really wasn’t coming on to you anon !!! sorry if it feels so but im just too tired rn and i don’t feel editing im sorry 🥺#i know that it will get changed because the other option is removing l*sa’s streams which i don’t think spotify will do #so yeah i mean it is what it is ig #ask

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i feel like Steve is a Little Women or Anne of Green Gables kinda guy idk something about those stories where the protagonist of the story grows in a way where it's still fun and they are passionate about it kinda resonates with him. I saw someone else describing it in a better way but yeah i think Steve would be into those stories (plus they are easy to read).

I also don't know what books were like popular in the 80s but overall i don't necessarily think Steve's big into reading maybe bc of the books he had to read for school. if he's into a book then definitely because his SO or the person he has a crush on recommended it to him.

omg anon i LOVE your way of thinking, thank you so much!! i love both of those books, and that totally makes sense to me! i definitely think he’d lean towards more easy to read stuff too (and not necessarily hardcore sci-fi/fantasy) with all his head trauma, plus he was probably more of a childhood reader (to me, anyway) and those could definitely have been books he really liked as a child (and resonated with the protagonists, bc steve is absolutely full of passion and fire). but that makes sense! tbh ive been trying to google what was popular back then (since i dont think the books i have from that time were popular LOL) but that! is valid! i know that required reading for school can put lots of ppl off!! so it makes sense!! but him reading what his crush or SO recommends to get to know them better 🥺 that’s kinda the idea behind what i’m working on so!!! thank you!!

#i am so sorry i got carried away #i love both of those books SO MUCH #i went and dug them out of my library so i could flip through them #i was an english major in school so reading/books are one of my big great loves #so if anyone ever wants to talk books!!#please come talk to me!!#but this was SO helpful #ily anon #i had both of those books on my list for being ones the reader likes #so if Steve ALSO likes them and gives one of them to the reader so they can get to know him a bit better 🥺#i want someone to trade books with me and annotate them with their thoughts and feelings so i can see what they think #and know what they want me to know #im imagining steve in his glasses bent over the desk in his room scratching notes into the margins #i could go on FOREVER #anon ask #bree talks

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abrushwithdeath · 2 years

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@thcangriestboy

send “…didn’t know where else to go…”for your muse to show up at my muses doorstep one night during a thunderstorm, shivering, bleeding & soaking wet.

Thunder had always been a soothing sound. The low rumble vibrating through her chest, the white noise of pattering rain. And yet, sleep still did not find her. A couple restless hours staring at the ceiling had passed before she wandered out of her room, bare feet padding against the cold floor. This was not uncommon. She had only lived here, at the mansion, for a few short months, but she silently tread its hallways like a lingering spirit most night. She liked the silence. The dimly lit path, a few lights left on in places “just in case”. What was uncommon about tonight, however, was her current situation. Namely, David.

Her immediate instinct, upon opening the front door for him, was to be agitated. Why was he here? Why now? In the middle of the night? After so long apart? But the stiff stance she’d held in that first second of seeing him, the angry furrow of her brows, softened quickly into concern when she finally, actually saw him- shivering and soaked, standing alone in the dark, “David-” “...didn’t know where else to go...” “Come in. Get outta the rain.” Though it was more of a demand than a suggestion, the words were delicate. She understood his hesitations about being here, but she wasn’t going to let him stand outside, drenched as he was, and probably freezing. At least it was warm and dry indoors. Carefully, trying not to let her skin touch his, she wrapped an arm around his waist, let him lean on her as she led him inside. Not thinking, she kicked the door shut behind them and flinched involuntarily at the noise. She’d meant to stay quiet, after all. She wasn’t sure how David would feel if his father or any of the others came rushing in to see what was going on. She needed to be more careful for the time being.

That was easier said than done, however. Because it was only now, after she’d switched on a table lamp near the door, that she finally saw the blood on his shirt. Panic found its way into her voice, “What happened? Are you hurt? Who did this?” And how? She could feel the sticky warmth of blood clinging to the pads of her fingers where they rest against his side. But she didn’t let go of him yet. She was practically kicking herself for being so careless as to not grab her gloves or to toss a sweater on over her black nightie or something- she wanted to hug him, to cup his face in her hands, to do more. But this was the best she could offer for now- carefully holding him up as she struggled with what to do. The situation was delicate, after all (and she was still wondering if he’d been the thought that had coaxed her to walk a different path that night, finding herself at the front door at seemingly just the right time). “David, I’m gonna give ya a choice here, okay?” She didn’t want to fuck this up. She didn’t want to betray his trust, “We can quietly try t’get to my room and I’ll do what I can t’patch ya up.” She’d fetch him some dry clothes too, while she was at it. He was taller than her, but thin enough that she was sure she had some pajama pants or sweatpants that he could wear- it helped that she tended to wear baggy clothes. (It also helped that she had sort of, accidentally, taken one of his shirts with her when she left.) The second option was a bit more intimidating, but possibly necessary. Though she was leaving that up to him to decide, “Or I can wake up Hank.” And, in doing so, almost definitely alert his father (and everyone else) to the fact that he was here. But she didn’t know, yet, how extensive David’s injuries were or how quickly they’d heal. Though her experience with being injured was vast, her experience on the doctoring side of things was... vague, at best. A crack of thunder sounded, and the echo of it that ran through her felt far less comforting now than it had before, “Tell me what ya need me to do.”

#thcangriestboy #((If you decide to reply to this you can definitely shorten it up! No worries! I just... got carried away a little. I'm sorry 🥺))

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forever-rogue · 3 months

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for holiday prompts maybe “Get closer to the fire, you’re shivering.” with stevie 🥹 maybe r gets stranded in the road and walks towards Steve’s house cause it’s closest and Steve is concerned about her getting sick 😭💖 best friends to lovers kinda vibe? Or whatever vibe you’d like!

AN | Stop but this is so sweet and I got carried away but 🥺

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.7k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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You gripped the wheel tightly as you heard the car rattle before it came to a shaky stop.

“No,” you groaned, tears already welling up in your eyes as you smacked the steering wheel. That caused your hand to throb in pain, which pushed you over the edge and you couldn’t help but cry. It had already been a bad day - this just made it a million times worse, “fuck, fuck, fuck!”

You had no clue about anything related to cars besides being able to get the engine oil. You doubted that little bit of knowledge was going to come in handy. At least you’d been able to get off the road while you waited for…something. Steve’s house was still a couple of miles away and you hadn’t noticed a payphone anywhere along the way. On top of all that, it had started to snow, softly but albeit - it was snowing. This was…not an ideal situation by any means.

After allowing yourself to cry for a few minutes, you got out of the car and opened the hood, looking inside to find…absolutely nothing that you understood. Your options were not necessarily great or endless. You could wait for someone to drive by and maybe stop to help, or you could walk to Steve’s house, the place you’d been on your way to when disaster struck. You figured that walking to Steve’s house was probably the best idea; maybe someone would stop while you were on your way.

“I’m sorry,” you yelled to the sky, unsure of who or what was your intended recipient, “I’m sorry for whatever I did that caused this to happen!”

With a huff you grabbed your stuff out of the car and started walking. The best thing, if there was a best thing to this situation, was that at least it wasn’t dark yet. If you walked fast, you’d be able to make it to Steve’s house just before the sun set.

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Steve paced around the living room as he tried to figure out where on earth you could have been. You’d called well over an hour ago saying that you would be there shortly. He knew that it was about a fifteen minute drive from your office to his house. You should have been there by now. Something was wrong and he grew increasingly worried.

And then came a gentle, timid knock on his door. He stopped dead in his tracks, goosebumps bursting up all over his skin as he looked to the door as though he’d be able to see right through it. But he knew that knock, that gentle tap that was always in a small pattern that you’d made up years ago. Steve wasn’t even sure why you bothered knocking anymore; his place was practically yours by this point.

He almost ran to the door and threw it open without hesitation. When he saw that it was you, he visibly relaxed - until he really looked you over.

“Sorry I’m late,” your teeth were chattering as you offered him a small, shy smile.

“Honey,” he tutted softly as he reached for your hand, his long, slender fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you into the warmth. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to figure out how to tell him what happened, without worrying him too much.

“‘m okay, Stevie,” you promised meekly, despite the fact that you were freezing, your feet hurt, and you still had to figure out what to do with your car, “just…ran into a bit of a problem.”

“Take off your jacket and get closer to the fire,” he whispered gently; all you could do was nod as he helped you to take off your jacket. You were only wearing a thin sweater underneath, not having expected on making a cold, wintery trek, “c’mon, you’re shivering.”

He tossed a big, cushy pillow onto the floor along with your favorite blanket. You obliged him without hesitation, your heart melting at his gentle and tender nature. He held up a finger before quickly running down the hall to his bedroom; you could hear him rummaging through his drawers for a few moments before coming back and holding one of his sweaters out to you. It just so happened to be your favorite - warm and thick and yellow. You wondered if he knew that it was your favorite. He had to.

“Are you-”

“Positive,” he whispered softly as you took the sweater and slipped it on without hesitation. No matter how many times it was washed, it always smelled like him, which was something you adored, “better?”

“Already so much better,” you agreed, bundling up in the blanket as you looked at him and sighed softly, “thank you so much.”

“What happened?” he plopped down next to you, leaving just enough space between your bodies that left you wanting more. He reached over and put his hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, “I was expecting you a long time ago.”

“I ran into a spot of trouble,” you admitted sheepishly as he raised an eye at you.

“Which was…”

“My car broke down-”

“What?!”

“My car broke down,” you whispered, wincing at the tone in his voice. You knew he wasn't mad at you, but you hated when he got upset, “its nothing really.”

“It's not - no. It's not nothing,” he took your face in his hands, his touch nothing but reverent, as he looked you over, “something could have…fuck. Where? What happened?”

“A few miles down the road,” you pointed over your shoulder as if that Would answer all of his questions, “near the bend.”

“You walked all that way?” He hung his head with a heavy sigh, “that's like two miles.”

Before you could say anything in response, Steve threw his arms around and pulled you in for a tight hug. It caught you off guard at first, having not expected the sudden hug from him but it took you only a moment to respond. You snaked your arms around his waist and let yourself melt into him. He was so warm and smelled delicious and familiar; his hugs were probably one of your favorite things in the entire world.

“It’s okay - I’m okay,” you burrowed your face into his glorious neck, breathing in the smell of his soft skin. He slowly let go of you; you immediately missed the feeling of him, “I didn’t know what else to do. It’s not like I could just call you for help and I wasn’t sure when anyone else would go by. So…that’s why I just walked over.”

“Yeah, no, I understand,” he ran a hand through his glorious hair, trying to suppress all the horrible thoughts of what could have happened. He was just glad you were alive and well and standing right in front of him, “I…I’m just glad that you’re here.”

“Me too,” you promised with a soft smile, “thanks for always being there for me.”

“I wish I could have done more,” he looked into the merrily crackling fire, unsure of whether or not he should look at you. He was afraid that if he looked too long he might just spill his entire guts out to you, “I’ll call and have your car towed to the shop. Eddie’s working tomorrow so I’m sure he’ll be able to take a look at it.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I want to,” he insisted, his tone letting you know that there was no room for objection. He touched your cheek, brushing his thumb along your soft skin before standing up and heading to the kitchen, “let me just make a few quick calls and get it sorted, yeah?”

“Thank you, Stevie,” you watched him go with soft eyes, feeling every conceivable emotion fluttering around in your belly. He never failed to make you feel so cared for and loved. You settled in and leaned closer to the fire, feeling overly tired suddenly. You were sure the cold and the long trek did that to you. You listened to him on the phone, his voice distant and far as you closed your eyes.

By the time that he came back to the living room you were already curled up in a small ball, looking toasty as ever as you snored softly. Steve couldn’t help the gentle sigh that escaped his lips; this was a view that he loved and adored and he wished he could bottle that feeling up and keep it with him forever. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and tucked it under your head as delicately as he could in order to keep you from waking up.

He considered laying down and curling up next to you, but he also didn’t want to make things weird in case you woke up suddenly. Instead he busied himself around the house to get things ready for dinner and to keep his mind off you.

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When you woke up, you were immediately enveloped by a warm, delicious smell. You clambered to your feet, keeping the warm blanket around you as you padded towards the kitchen. You stopped in your tracks when you found Steve in the kitchen; he was softly singing along to the radio as he moved around cooking whatever it was that was so delicious.

“Hi,” you whispered softly in order to keep from startling him too much. He turned around at the sound of your voice, a smile growing on his own face as he took in your sleepy form, “what’cha doing, Stevie?”

“Just finishing up dinner,” he came over to you and brushed your wild hair out of your face, “I made your favorites. Hope that’s okay.”

“I…” you looked at him with wide, soft eyes unable to convey just how much this meant to you. This and everything else he did; he was almost so good to everyone but especially you. You hesitated for a moment before leaning slightly, watching as he did the same, “I think I’m in love with you, Steve Harrington.”

“Umm…” he mouth dropped open and closed his mouth a few times, a pretty blush breaking out all over his face, “does that mean it’s okay?”

You laughed, a loud and warm sparkly sound that warmed his heart and caused him to realize the gravitas of the situation. You nodded softly before leaning in even closer so there was barely any room remaining between the two of you, “yes. It’s more than okay. Thank you.”

He gnawed on the inside of his cheek for a moment before cupping your cheek with his large, soft hand. Steve hesitated before closing the rest of the remaining gap and gently pressing his lips to yours. It was soft and barely there but it was everything; you had waited for this so long, always dreaming of this moment. And now it was here, hesitant and gentle but perfect.

Steve pulled back and looked at you with curiosity to make sure he hadn’t broken or crossed any boundaries. When he found you practically beaming at him, he couldn’t stop himself from leaning back in and kissing you again, this time with more fervor and confidence. The blanket dropped from your shoulders as you wrapped your arms around his neck and let yourself melt into his warm body. His large hands settled on your waist, and you were all consumed with the love you had for this man.

You didn’t want to break apart from him, only doing so when both of you suddenly smelled something burning. You both turned to look at the stove and found whatever it was that Steve had been cooking was nothing but a lovely shade of…black.

You exchanged surprised looks before dissolving into a fit of giggles. He reluctantly untangled his limbs from yours before hastily turning off the stove. He picked up the pot and frowned as he stuck it into the sink, “umm, I’m really sorry but I’m pretty sure I just ruined our dinner.”

You reached over and gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze, “you didn’t ruin anything, Stevie. Trust me.”

“But…the food.”

“It’s okay,” you hated that he went through all this trouble for nothing at this point, “we’ll order pizza or Chinese or something. Baby, it’s cold outside and all I want to do is stay here with you.”

“That was terrible,” but there was a giant smile on his face and a pretty blush over his cheeks, “I wanna stay here with you too.”

“Can we just-” but you were quickly cut off by him pressing his lips to yours, stealing a few soft kisses before he pressed his forehead against yours. It was like he had been reading your mind. You looked at him sheepishly, “do that some more?”

“Yeah,” he rested his hand on the small of your back as you looked up at him sweetly, “I love you.”

“I kind of figured that much when you didn’t totally just run away when I told you,” you whispered as you brushed your fingers along his jaw, “thanks for the reassurance though. I wasn’t sure I’d ever manage to actually tell you.”

“Why did you?” he asked, “not that I’m not glad you did - I’m really glad but…yeah.”

“I dunno,” you admitted, “I guess I just realized, again, how much I love you and everything about you and all that you do and I just couldn’t not say anything. Knowing you kiss like that I’m a little sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”

“Just think, you could have been kissing me for a long time already,” he teased gently as you groaned dramatically before he indulged you and pulled in for more kisses. You melted into him and he slowly led you to the couch before stumbling backwards and falling down with you on top of him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you laid on his warm body, resting your head on his chest; you could hear the slow and steady beat of his heart.

And then you had a thought and lifted your head, “you hadn’t been on any dates in a long time.”

“I know.”

“Why…”

“Didn’t feel right,” he shrugged it off as though it was no big deal, “it wasn’t you. So…I didn’t want it anymore.”

“That’s…” you swallowed thickly, blinking back the tears that were already prickling at the back of your eyes, “that’s…that’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Yeah,” he tenderly brushed away the tear that had rolled down your cheek, “but it’s true. I haven’t seen you dating much either.”

“None of them were you,” you leaned into his warm, soft touch. He laughed softly, as you took his hand and laced your fingers through his, “I love you, Steve Harrington. And now that it’s out there, you’re gonna hear it all the time.”

“I hope some,” he sighed contentedly, “so are you, just so you know.”

“Good,” you whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington one shot #joe keery #st

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milfynuit · 2 years

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⠀ೀ ꒰ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 : @mellowdisco‘s taeyang . 💬

⠀ೀ ꒰ 💭 ꒱ ˲˲ 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 since the first incident occurred . the way her mind works is still unexplainable up to this day . perhaps it was her busy schedule that delayed her further research to find out what’s wrong with her . raven couldn’t even trust a lot of people with this secret of hers . because who would really believe her , much less want to be around someone who’s capable of m urder with her mind ? although in raven’s defense , she only noticed this kind of ability gets triggered when she’s provoked or angry . not gonna lie , she’s even more afraid of what she can do with this . especially whenever it happens , she’s mostly unconscious . literally unaware of her surroundings . and since she hasn’t totally did her research , she took a week off from work since it happened again last week . though her excuse is valid and the guy totally deserved what she gave to him , it’s still not right to take someone’s life . somehow , in between of that process , her usual self managed to battle with those monsters within her who wanted to keep doing these brutal things . raven was one step closer to controlling herself again but she needs more to finally be able to take control over her body . taeyang is actually someone she can trust with her whole life since they’re both the same but in different ways . he’s the only person on this world who knows what she’s capable of and who can also manage to knock some senses in her head . “ do you think what we have is genetic though ? like our ancestors weren’t being honest about what we can do ? or do you think one day we got too close to something so toxic that it gave us these powers we never asked for ? ”

#𓍢ִ໋⠀⠀ ♡⠀ ⠀ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐪𝐮𝐲 ⠀ ⠀ ﹔ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐟𝐭 ˒ㅤ k. taeyang ⠀ .ᐟ‍#𓍢ִ໋⠀⠀ ♡⠀ ⠀ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 ⠀ ⠀ ﹔ ⠀ ⠀ 𝟎𝟑 ˒ㅤ everyone is a little crazy ⠀ .ᐟ‍#mellowdisco #don't look @ me #ik this is long #JSHDFHSBDHFBHSDBFHSDHSHDBF #IM SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY #but u love me anyway so it's okay 🥺

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navybrat817 · 5 months

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Navy. We got to cuddle with our florist. Are we also going to cuddle with our tattoo artist? 🥺

Of course, nonnie.

Traditions and Innovation

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to kiss you under the mistletoe, but it doesn't happen in the traditional sense.

Word Count: Over 1.7k

Warnings: Kissing, humor, tension, teasing, inner monologue, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

Previous Part of AU: Rules and Chaos

A/N: Sorry, lovelies. I'm only capable of ficlets lately, but enjoy some Hottie and Sugar. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics and Bucky edit by the amazing @nixakimbo .Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“My poor, shivering Sugar. Don’t worry. I’ll warm you up in no time,” Bucky said as he curled a hand around your hip, feeling him smile when he brushed a kiss against your temple. “It’s a tough job, but I’ll do it.”

An icy breeze crept into your bones through your coat when you rushed over to the tattoo parlor minutes ago, earning a sympathetic gaze from Jake when you walked through the door. It was one of the coldest days you could remember and you couldn’t get rid of the chill until Bucky offered to cuddle with you on the couch in the break room. You weren’t about to turn down his generous offer.

Especially since the guys made the room bright and cozy for the holidays with twinkling lights.

“Yeah, I really had to twist your arm to snuggle with me,” you teased, your heart thudding as you tilted your head back and let his lips skim along the column of your neck. It was almost criminal how soft his kisses were. “And I have no doubt in your abilities, Hottie.”

The man was built like a furnace, his firm body seeping warmth into yours as he held you in his embrace. Heat continued to pulse through your veins as he chuckled low and deep. “If you ever doubt my abilities in anything, I won’t hesitate to tie you to my bed and prove you wrong,” he promised, his voice even lower as it slipped into something more intimate.

You shivered for an entirely different reason now, threading your fingers through his hair and gripping them before his mouth could reach your chest. It earned you a throaty groan in response, one that nearly had you crawling in his lap. Somehow you managed to stop yourself.

“We can’t get too carried away,” you said, as much as you wanted to. You had to get back to your shop and he had a client coming in for a touch-up shortly. “Don’t give me that look,” you half begged, trying to ignore how your insides clenched when he lifted his head and gave you a glimpse of his darkened eyes.

How could you ever feel cold under that heated stare?

“But I want some sugar, Sugar,” he purred, one hand coming up to gently grasp your chin. Warm breath ghosted across your lips as he leaned in. “Just a little taste.”

Oh, how I want him to properly taste me. Make me see stars. Make me cry his name.

It was almost chaste in the beginning, his lips gently brushing against yours before he pulled back and leaned back in. Your lips parted first, silently begging for him to deepen the kiss. He still had his hand on your chin as he took his time, as if he truly wanted to taste what your mouth had to offer.

“You’re so fucking sweet,” he murmured when he pulled back, his gaze dropping to your lips as you caught your breath. That look alone made your toes curl. “I should put mistletoe everywhere just to find more excuses to kiss you.”

“That would be a first for me,” you said before you could stop yourself.

“What would be a first?”

“Being kissed under mistletoe. I’ve never done that,” you admitted with heated cheeks though there was no need to feel embarrassed.

Bucky pulled back a bit further as his eyebrows shot up, taking some of the warmth with him. “No one has kissed you under mistletoe? How is that possible?”

“I guess I haven’t had the opportunity,” you answered carefully.

A lump formed in your throat when he continued to stare and you weren’t quite sure why. Maybe it was because he treated you as if the sun, moon, and stars hung in the sky because of you. Not everyone saw you as anything special the way he did.

No one ever loved or cared enough about you before to try.

He slowly shook his head as if he refused to believe you. “Well, I’m fixing that right now,” he said more to himself than you before he gently put his hands over your ears. “Jensen!”

You smiled at his muffled shout before he put his arms back around you. His voice carried when he wanted it to. “Yeah?” Jake yelled back before he rushed to the break room and stuck his head in through the doorway. “What’s up?”

“Do we have any mistletoe around here?” Bucky asked.

“Bucky, what are you doing?” You whispered.

“Finding mistletoe before you go back to the shop. And, no, I’m not letting you leave until we find some,” he whispered back, waiting for Jake to give him an answer.

“I don’t think we do. Steve mentioned buying some,” he said, fiddling with his glasses before his eyes widened. “Wait! I think Hal has something that should work.”

“Of fucking course, he does,” your boyfriend mumbled affectionately as Jake went to get him.

“You really don’t have to do anything, Bucky,” you told him, turning his face back toward you. It shouldn’t have surprised you that he wanted to. He was a romantic at heart and you secretly enjoyed that he wanted to find some. “I appreciate it, but we don’t need something hanging over our heads for us to kiss.”

“I know we don’t, but maybe I want to give you that opportunity to have that kind of kiss,” he said. Your mouth went dry at his heart stopping smile. “If you’ll indulge me.”

You felt the weight of his tender gaze as you smiled, your eyes burning slightly from unshed tears. Thinking back on dating jerks like Richard, you were thankful for the experience because it showed you how guys should treat you and that you wouldn’t settle for less than what you deserved. It began with loving yourself.

“There’s no one else I’d rather kiss,” you said, resting your hand on his chest before Hal strolled into the room.

“Well, well, well,” he smiled, bringing attention to his hair as he ran a hand through it. As if he didn't turn enough heads on a normal day, he decided to dye his hair red and half green for the holiday season. “I heard you were looking for some mistletoe.”

“Yeah, you have any?” Bucky asked impatiently.

Hal chuckled and lifted his shirt slightly, giving you both a quick flash of his abs. “As a matter of fact…”

“Oh, my god,” you giggled, covering your mouth as Hal gestured to his belt. The hand painted buckle had mistletoe painted on it with “KISS ME” written underneath. “That’s…”

You stole a glance at Bucky and you swore you saw his left eye twitch. He likely had a sweet plan in his mind and got this instead. “What the fuck is that?”

“It’s mistletoe. Just like you asked for. I mean, it’s a form of mistletoe. I have a date tonight with Angel,” Hal explained, pointing at it again. You wanted to wish him good luck with his date, but you couldn’t stop giggling. “Well, what are you waiting for? Get over here, get on your knees, and start kissing. Or should I go over there?”

There was no mistaking your boyfriend’s eye twitch this time as your laughter died down. “I’m not kissing my girlfriend by your crotch. I’d sooner choke you with that belt.”

Hal seemed to consider it before he quickly shook his head. “Nah. I tried the choking thing once. Not really for me,” he said, smirking mischievously as he looked between the two of you. “But if she’s into that-”

Well...

You grabbed Bucky’s arm before he could launch himself at his employee and friend, who held his hands up in surrender. “Here’s a thought. Why don’t you take the belt off and hold it over our heads,” You suggested, hoping to appease your boyfriend as Hal unbuckled his belt with a shrug and removed it from the loops. “It still counts.”

“Not exactly traditional,” Bucky muttered under his breath before you brushed a finger along his chiseled jaw.

“We’ll call this innovative,” you said with a sweet and sincere smile. One you knew he couldn't resist.

“Innovative, huh?” Bucky asked, pulling you close as Hal waltzed over with an amused smile and dangled the belt above your heads.

“Yes,” you smiled as he framed your face. “So kiss me, please.”

Bucky held your cheeks with such care that it sent your heart soaring. This kiss was softer than before, yet full of promise and hunger, deep and thorough. He stole the breath from your lungs until you were left dizzy and wanting more.

It was the kind of kiss that warmed you up all over, like a flame no one could ever put out.

He pulled away first, slowly, but he seemed just as affected as you felt since he let out a shuddering breath and didn't let you go. “Fuck,” he whispered, bringing a smile to your face.

You had to close your eyes again to center yourself, still smiling. “Yeah. Fuck,” you whispered back before Hal cleared his throat.

“I really do adore you two lovebirds,” he began, stepping back to put his belt back on as you opened your eyes. Bucky didn't bother to look his way, only gazing at you. “But before you round the next base, Andy’s still talking about replacing the couch from the last time.”

He'll change his tune if he ever fools around in here with Sunny.

“Thank you, Hal,” you said, bringing a hand to Bucky’s cheek before he could grumble. Your touch was enough to soften his demeanor. “And thank you for my mistletoe kiss. I'll never forget it.”

Just like your first date that didn't go as planned, it made it all the more special.

Bucky smiled before he helped you both get to your feet. You had to get back to work. “I'm glad you liked it, but I’m getting us some actual mistletoe later and putting it all over our apartments. Bedrooms included.”

“Is that innovative?”

“Yeah, it is,” he smiled, sneaking in one more tender kiss before you had to go.

As long as Bucky would be the one to kiss you, he could put up mistletoe wherever he wanted.

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