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WARNING: Mature content, very smutty.

Based on the request: pls write where y/n and harry have sex a lot and end up getting pregnant but are happy about it.


You woke up with a moan at the back of your throat and strong hands digging into your hips. This was how most mornings were spent; one of you waking the other with your mouth of their body. Your back arched as he sucked on your sex all while two fingers were moving inside you.

His moans vibrated through making the fire in the pit of your stomach burn brighter. Your hands were thrashing around you, gripping the sheets just wasn’t enough. After a deep fuck of his tongue into your throbbing sex, you came, hard, with a yell.

Harry drew it out as long as he could, stopping when you had recovered your breath. You turned you head to the alarm clock of the bedside table seeing the time; 9:07 in the morning. You had plenty of time before you had to be up.

Harry’s face appeared in your vision as he collapsed on the bed next to you, his breath heavy. Your eyes were drawn to the rock-hard bulge in the boxers; your mouth watered at the sight. When you looked back up at his face, his smirk was a combination of smug and confidence.

“Your turn, love.”


“Babe, you want some lunch?” You called to Harry from the kitchen to where he was sprawled across the couch. You were both dressed and ready for the day despite having no plans to leave the house. You had to be in the same room as him to hear his response.

“Think I’m still full from my little snack before breakfast actually, thanks tho’.” With a little knowing smile, he turned to look back at his phone, leaving you with the thoughts of your wakeup call.

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Can you feel the love tonight?

With Valentine’s Day next week, I decided some romance-inspired prompts would be fitting. No villains in this one - I am shocked at myself. Happy writing hopefully! <3


1) “Ugh, I wish friends could go on Valentine’s Day dates. They always have the best prosecco and cake deals - look at that, it’s so cute! And they give you candles.” 

“…do you want to go on a Valentine’s Day date with me?” 


2)  The ritual was supposed to summon my soulmate to me. I didn’t expect you. 


3)  “Bastard’s trying to prove he can out-romance me by giving me the best Valentine’s Day ever.”
“Why is everything always a competition with you two?”
“Competition implies he gets to win. Can you help me pick out a wedding ring?”


4) A flight, two trains and a taxi later, she stood outside her girlfriend’s home. The door had barely opened before she found herself flat on her back in a flurry of bags and excited limbs, being kissed senseless in the sunshine.


5) There were candles everywhere. 
“Are you having a date or a bloody seance?” 
“Long distance relationships are hard.” 


6) The touches started lightly, a whisper of fingers across the curve of a spine, the promise of lips against a throat, the flutter of hands at hips. You were entirely mine. 


7) “I am so sick of being in love with you.” 


8) “What is this?” The servant’s voice had gone hoarse, looking at the spread of food, the clean room, the…gift. Their heart pounded. 
“I know I don’t often act like I…appreciate everything you do for me.” The prince looked devastatingly earnest, one hand warm on his servant’s arm. 
“You called me as useless as wet paper yesterday.” 
“And I stand by that opinion,” a smirk tugged at the prince’s lips. His hand squeezed. “But you’re occasionally tolerable. So.” He nudged the servant closer to the table. 


9) “Oh god, you must be freezing.” She was yanked closer, hands rubbing her arms. 
“It’s - it’s fine.” 
“Here, take my coat.” 
“I couldn’t-”
The coat was blissfully warm, delightfully soft, and she melted. And realized exactly how close the two of them were now standing. 


10) “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.” 
“No pressure there, then.” But it was hopelessly fond.

This is for @kazliin amazing Rivals AU. Write a meme-fic because well… it’s 4am here my brain isn’t the best

Also, happy birthday Kaz!

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“The King and The Skater is playing at the cinema tomorrow, do you want to go there?”

Phichit blinked in confusion. There was something weird about that question, such as since when did Yuuri know about current events in Detroit? After all, the festival of foreign films wasn’t something Yuuri usually picked on.

“Sure,” he replied, finally took off his shoes and went to the living room where Yuuri was buried under textbooks. “What time?”

“Is 6 pm okay?”

Phichit nodded and Yuuri smiled, before he went back to his notes and thousand of textbooks. Honestly, it was friday night and Yuuri was studying instead of relaxing. This calls for a drastic measure. “Wash your face Yuuri, it’s time for our skin to glow.”

-

He should have known something was up when Yuuri asked yesterday. He should have known. Now, looking at the disappointed expression on this guy’s face, Phichit didn’t know if he should laugh or pat his back sympathetically.

But Phichit didn’t care. Third-wheeling the supposed date aside, especially since Yuuri was oblivious in the first place anyway, The King and The Skater was playing and Phichit wouldn’t miss it for the world. “Hello David, I’m his roommate, Phichit.”

-

Phichit was a great friend. Which was why he was sitting on the toilet, scrolling down SNS because The King and The Skater might be more important but he also wanted Yuuri to have a boyfriend. Based on their interaction in the cinema, it seemed Yuuri was comfortable enough to be close to the guy, but then again Yuuri tutored him for six weeks so it was a given.

Maybe then Yuuri would finally forget Nikiforov.

(He doubted it.)

30 minutes was acceptable, he supposed, or Yuuri would be an anxious mess from worrying if Phichit was somehow swallowed by the toilet. He opened the door, humming to himself, and came face to face with an irate Yuuri.

“What the fuck!” Phichit clutched his chest in surprise.

“Sorry,” Yuuri didn’t look sorry at all, amusement flickered on his face until the irritated expression was back. “Let’s escape from here.”

Okay, first of all, “Why? What about David?”

“Tell you later,” Yuuri replied. They surreptitiously called the waitress, who was giving them a look of suspicion. “We’re from table 9,” Yuuri gave her money to cover all their meals, “please take the rest, and can you please show us the backdoor?”

Behind him, Phichit mouthed, “bad date,” and the waitress looked amused.

“Sure, it’s that way, sirs,” she pointed the door from the kitchen, and Phichit waved to the chefs on the way out. “Should I inform the man that you left?”

“Yes please,” Yuuri looked relieved. “Thank you, Miss.”

“No problem, sirs,” she smiled. “Good luck for the Grand Prix Final,” she said before she closed the door on their faces.

“Well, seems she’s your fan.” Phichit shrugged. He hoped she wouldn’t tell anyone about what happened though, he knew Yuuri would die from embarrassment if it happened. “So what’s the deal with David?” He asked when they were a block away from the restaurant.

“He said Viktor was overrated and the judges always give him scores more than what he deserves,” Yuuri’s frown was back with a pout as a plus.

Oh Yuuri, Phichit fought the urge to hug him fondly. It’s always about Nikiforov in the end, isn’t it?

But there’s one thing more important than another hopeful person who wants to be Yuuri’s the one.

“Did you shove the breadsticks to your purse?”

Yuuri stared him with a look. “I shoved some in my pockets, did it count?” Yuuri showed the breadsticks in his jacket pockets and Phichit took one out.

“You,” Phichit chewed the breadstick, tasted heavenly in his mouth, “are the best friend anyone could ever have.”

“You too,” Yuuri said bashfully, with a hand full of breadstick.

anonymous asked:

Could you recommend some longer CanonVerse fics? Maybe ones where it's after everything has settled down, and bellamy and Clarke decide to date? Thanks!

+ post canon tag!

Dating Kim Namjoon would Include

Could you please do a f(x) what would dating Luna and a BTS what would dating Namjoon be like, sorry if it’s too much just Luna will be fine then xx please keep writing, literally all your posts are amazing not just your exo ones xxxx

Note: Ah you’re so sweet! I have posted dating Luna would include –> here. So, this is the Rap Monster version. I hope you will enjoy! 

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Daytime

Originally posted by jinkooks

  • How does it feel to date the most amazing, handsome, smartest man in the whole of South Korea?
  • Amazing
  • Let’s start with that rapping talent
  • Him singing and rapping to you around the house at the most random times, sometimes he’s being seriously sexy and other times he’s rapping about the noodles you just made him for lunch??
  • But it reflects his passion, especially when you hear him rapping in the recording studio which tbh is the most beautiful sound in the world
  • Him going on tour a lot and working like crazy but always finding time for you because he loves you and nothing means more to him than making sure you feel supported and loved
  • Dates whenever you have the chance 
  • Or just hanging out around the house and having a good time
  • Like one minute you could be deciding on what film to watch
  • The next you’re making popcorn and hot chocolate with whipped cream to go along with it
  • Namjoon understanding how the relationship must strain on you sometimes and always being there for you 
  • Him telling you that he loves his fans but that you should always stay away from the anti’s 
  • Especially the ones that hate on you
  • But aside from being all supportive and loving of you
  • You still have no jams
  • Him liking to be your “knight in shining armor”
  • Like this bitch will purposefully put things on high shelves and put all his washing in the pile to make it heavier so he has to help you around the house
  • But like, he tries to be helpful
  • Though he ends up breaking half of the furniture 
  • Don’t even bother looking at that new table set because 9/10 it’ll last about two hours in your household
  • Him being a klutz but always replacing things or ringing Yoongi to come over and fix things before you get home
  • Him being a little bit protective over you
  • Especially when you’re around the other members because they have no chill and annoying their leader is way too much fun not to tease you.
  • “You’re looking fine today, {y/n}” 
  • “As her boyfriend, I suggest you shut up, Jungkook, or I’ll cut your man parts off before you even know what they’re for.” 
  • Him showing you around his work space
  • And recording you singing if you’ll let him


Night Time

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

  • Long nights talking about the significance of the universe and how life is meaningless
  • But like, you’ll live your meaningless lives together 
  • Because together, your meaningless life seem a little bit more meaningful
  • Namjoon taking you out in the car to drive around in the night because he knows that you love it
  • Him taking you to restaurants at night when there isn’t many people around and he loves spending the time with you and not worrying about being caught by the press or fans. 
  • Stargazing together
  • Namjoon telling you the names of the stars and constellations in the sky and it’s somehow soothing 
  • But sometimes he just wants to lie in the mattress with you under the duvet 
  • Sometimes innocent 
  • Sometimes not so innocent 
  • But always loving. 

A Muslim woman was sitting at a table with her 9-year-old daughter when a man later identified as Triceten Bickford emerged from a nearby alley shouting “white power,” anti-black racial slurs and “kill the police.” Bickford grabbed the woman by the neck and forced her head forward, restricting her breathing as he tried to remove her headscarf, police allege. The woman’s husband and a passer-by dragged Bickford off and restrained him until police arrived. Bickford spit in the men’s faces, threatened to kill them and arriving officers, tried to kick out the windows of a patrol car and bit an officer on the calf. (SOURCE)

This man committed hate crimes, bit a cop, threatened to kill cops, and was not only captured alive, HE BAILED OUT OF JAIL FOR $705

SEVEN HUNDRED AND FIVE DOLLARS. 

And you don’t see media types calling him a “thug” or “demon.”  

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I tend to relax more with my SD but when I’m going on fine dine with my POT I’d make sure a few things.

1. Phone off on silent
2. No eating and talking simultaneously (chew with your mouth close).
3. Take part in the dinner conversation, charm your date.
4. Eat in smaller portion (cut them in smaller pieces).
5. Eat together, wait for his meal to come before eating.
6. Always pass salt and pepper together.
7. Instead of reaching across the table for something, ask for it to be passed to you.
8. Avoid slouching and don’t place your elbows on the table while eating.
9. Never show stain from your napkin.
10. Napkin on your lap or chair when you’re using the washroom. Napkin on table means you’re done with meal.
11. Careful with lipstick stains on teeth or on your cutlery.
12. Always excuse yourself after meal to fix your lipstick and check your teeth.

PS: feel free to add-on if I missed anything.

guadalupe99s  asked:

"I'll never be enough"

They warned me about Harry. How he was magnetic, how you wouldn’t know how he had you wrapped around his finger until it was much too late. Much like how the moon pulled the ocean, he pulled you right to him.

I was warned and I proceeded without caution.

And now it was too late.

I watched him roll out of my bed, running a hand through his hair before stretching. His back muscles rippled and I noticed the scratch marks etched into his skin by my own nails the night before. He turned towards me as he pulled on his jeans and when he saw I was awake he offered me a small smile. “Sorry, love. Did I wake you?”

“Were you going to leave without saying goodbye?”

“Thought you deserved to sleep in, I know you haven’t had a proper night’s sleep in a while.”

That was true, but what Harry didn’t know was that I was having trouble sleeping because he wasn’t in bed beside me. “I didn’t know you’d be leaving so early.”

“Told you I’d be going home today.”

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Party Games 5

-SNOWBAZ-

How to fall for your enemy—A Dummies Guide

[1. Set the game] [2. Play like you mean it] [3. Keep playing and don’t ask] [4. Poker Face] [5. Play dirty] [6. Show him what you’ve got] [7. Don’t fall in the trap] [8. Cards on the table] [9. Play the game of love]

Summary: Playing games is an innocent and harmless thing to do. Except when it’s not. You get so caught up in the game that don’t know if you are playing or not anymore, and then… Well. Then you burn

Chapter word count: ~3.2k

Rating: M

Tags: Watford, eighth year AU, alcohol, enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, NSFW, smut, mutual pining, fluff, alternating POV first person

Also on AO3


Thank you @eroticgropefest for being my amazing beta!

@ellea-nikki, @indigo-gold-17 here you go ♡ ♡


5. Play dirty: Try slapping when kisses don’t work


SIMON

“Four times?” Penny is giving me a Simon-are-you-off-your-trolley stare that not even her thick glasses can buffer. “You’ve slept with him four times,” she accuses, rather than asks. Pure Penny style.

“Not with him,” I tell her. “Beside him, rather.”

She adjusts her glasses with her middle finger and decides she’s done with lunch. “Different preposition,” she says. “Same difference.” She’s now giving me her patented Judgemental Stare. This is bad.

“Merlin, Penny,” I protest, taking her plate and stuffing the last piece of roast beef in my mouth. “There’s a huge difference, and you know it,” I mumble.

“Fine,” she gives in, softening her features. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“Yeah.” I fix my eyes on the now empty plate. If only we were allowed to repeat lunch, then I could avoid this conversation. Plus, more food. Double win. “Baz is evil and has a plan to finish me off, but I’m one step ahead this time,” I say, my eyes still on the plate.

“I’ll regret asking this later but,” Penny pauses for a moment, as if reconsidering it. “What is this evil plan, exactly?”

“Oh, uhm,” I say to the plate. “Baz is… Trying to…” I take a breath and say, “He wants to seduce me and attack me when my guard is down.”

Penny lets out a laugh. A loud one.

In my defense I’ll say it sounded better in my head. Why do some things lose all sense when you say them aloud?

I look up at her again.

“Nicks and Slick, you’re serious,” she realizes. “Attack you how? With his mouth?” She tries and fails to suppress another laugh, then continues, “So what are you doing to fight this terrifying plan of his?”

“I’m making him fall for me instead.”

“I think you have no idea what you’re doing,” she says, so matter-of-factly that it leaves no place for arguing. Penny usually has that effect on people.

Breaking news – I may have no idea what I’m doing.

We start heading out of the dining hall in silence and I think she’s going to leave without any further discussion when she stops and turns around, looking at me. Studying me. Penelope’s studying face can be very frightening. Hands down one of the most terrifying things I’ve seen. And I’ve killed a dragon. “Are you sure you don’t…” she starts. “Like him?”

Wait. What?

“I don’t like Baz,” I hurry to say. “He’s the enemy.”

“You’ve slept with the enemy, Simon,” she says. “Four times.”

“I’ve slept beside the enemy. Since first year,” I clarify. “And you kissed Agatha during the game, too, that doesn’t mean you like her, does it?”

“Yeah but we don’t go around snogging between classes.”

“You saw that?”

“You’re not being as sneaky as you think.”

“Anyway, it’s not like he likes me either… He hates me,” I say, realising for the first time that I’m not exactly happy about that. “And I don’t like him,” I add.

“Okay,” Penny says.

I run a hand through my hair. “I don’t like him,” I repeat.

“Sure, Simon.” I can see she’s trying hard not to laugh.

“I don’t,” I insist.

Penny raises one of her accusing eyebrows and says, “Nobody said you did.”

“You asked. I just want to make it clear.”

“Yeah, Simon. You made it clear.” Penny stares me down, smiling like she knows better. (She always does.) (Know better.)

“Let’s play Slap or Kiss tomorrow and you’ll see,” I suggest. “I’m going to slap him so hard.”

“What about the evil plan and your,” she pauses. I see the corners of her lips fighting a smirk. “Clever comeback?”

“This will confuse him.”

“Simon.”

“What?”

“It’s ridiculous,” she says. “This will backfire. Spectacularly. Like most of your plans do.”

Okay, she has a point.

“I don’t. Like him,” I insist for the last time.

“Okay,” Penny finally concedes. She breaks her know-it-all façade and grabs my arm.  “Just– Be careful.”

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In Another Life

Skimming back through my older posts and stumbled upon this cute little idea/prompt thingie. Also I know I’m super late in terms of completing r76 week, but this can be a throw back for that wonderful surge of beautiful contents, too ; ) I hope you guys will enjoy this.


“Gabe! We need order on table 15!”

“At the window.”

“Thanks, honey!” Jack beamed, dashing off after giving his mate a peck.

Gabriel grinned, completely ignoring Ana’s snickering and Angela’s cooing, and got back to his batch of pancakes. 

It was a beautiful day, sunlight was flowing like liquid gold over and into their humble pub, and the breezes were just chilly enough to keep couples sitting close together. Lena’s ridiculous sunglasses glinted atop her unruly head, and her gold-blue pair of wings bobbed in harmony with her steps. Reinhardt was entertaining his own little crowd at the bar, telling tall tales and thundering with laughter. Outside, Genji and Torbjorn were busy with their ice-cream stall (surprisingly’s Jesse’s idea), and whilst Gabriel wasn’t much into serving kids, he was slightly envious of those two, having the space to stretch their wings in such fine weather.

Funny how, after everything, this was where they found their peace, in a tiny, forgotten corner in Europe. They mused about it sometimes, Jack, Gabriel, and all the others. Those days seemed so far away now, as their life now was so pleasant, floating by like thoughtless summer clouds. Some might say it was a boring way to spend the last half of their life, all things considered. Well, Gabriel couldn’t speak for the others, but he’d disagree.

Looking at Jack, laughing in the sunshine, dark wings glimmering and no longer so afraid…It was all worth it.

Ghosts of the past still haunted them, as with everyone that had such a history. A large part of Genji’s time was to worry whether or not his family would trace him all the way here. Torbjorn was still feeling guilty over all his creations. Reinhardt’s grievance about how things were left behind. And sometimes, after the doors were closed and empty tables lay cold, they would think of all that was lost. And they would grieve for those who had fallen, for the pain they had all suffered.

But Gabriel supposed it couldn’t be too perfect. It wouldn’t have been real if it was perfect.

“We need to order more chicken breasts, mushrooms and chives!” Angela yelled at Ana from the back, “Oh, and lamb mince too, while you’re at it!”

“What about eggs?”

“Jesse said he’s coming in today with a fresh crate!”

There was a time, whenever Doctor Ziegler had to raise her voice, it meant someone was at the brink of death. And Lieutenant Amari would have never been seen with a pad note instead of a sniper, scribbling down details as she checked their stocks.

“Table 9: a full breakfast platter, two sweet potato chips and a scampi.” Jack was back, golden hair bouncing as he pinned the order. Catching’s Gabriel’s eyes, his grin became both beaming and bashful, and he slipped behind the line, just so he could brush his wing against Gabriel’s. Despite being busy at the station, Gabriel chanced a second to sneak a kiss before his mate left.

With the lingering warmth of Jack’s skin, Gabriel felt his heart swelled, and he smiled, feeling the light brush of feathers against his neck.

This, he wouldn’t have traded this life for the world.

Masquerade 2.2: The Reunion (Jimin x Reader)

Will things have changed after 10 years?

These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)

If you haven’t already, please read Masquerade II first !!

Summary: The continuation of Masquerade 2.1 (<- please read before this drabble). Jimin journeys to his high school reunion, albeit unwillingly, to deal with the demons in his past. Will he be able to battle them head on or will he be swallowed up like before?

Jimin x Reader ft. other characters ;)

High school reunion au

Fluff, some slight smut, & some slight angst

Originally posted by gotjimin

           "I can’t believe you have work…“ Jimin exhaled. "I need you there with me! This is going to be horrible.”

           "I’m sorry, sweetie.“ You cupped his face, knowing he had been dreading this day for a long time now. But last minute, the lead of your show came down with a sickness so you were called in to fill in for her, even though it wasn’t your day to star. You couldn’t turn it down and forsake the show. "I believe in you, Park Jimin. Hold down the fort until I get there okay?”

           "Okay.“ He pouted, but you kissed him to placate him.

           "I love you.” You grinned, trying to ease him. “And who knows? They may have all matured like you kind of started to.”

           "Gee, I love you too.“ He rolled his eyes.

           You giggled and kissed him again. "Be good until I get there, please. Just stand by the refreshments and stuff your face.”

           He exhaled. “Break a leg on your show.”

           You smiled and grabbed your purse then with a last apologetic look, you left.

           Jimin groaned, lugging himself around the apartment you two shared, debating on faking an illness so he could get out of going. But he knew you would see through it immediately and drag him there regardless.

           He had whined and complained as much as he could since he received the invitation. He even told you his embarrassing past that he had never divulged to anyone in hopes that you would sympathize with him, but adversely, it only fueled your determination to have him go. You had said something about “showing off”, but he didn’t feel confident enough to flaunt at all. He had avoided reconnecting with anyone from high school because it reminded him about times that he would rather forget, but with one measly piece of paper, all his efforts went down the drain. You had convinced him by banning sex until he agreed to go, which was insanely unfair, but he knew that you were only doing that to force him to face his inner demons. And that this reunion was the only chance he would get to do so.


           Nervously, he parked his car in front of the hotel where it was being held. He handed his keys to the valet and before he could compose himself, someone called out to him.

           "Is that…Park Jimin??“

           He bit his lip and turned to greet the group of people warmly.

           "Yes, it’s me, Park Jimin!” he chuckled, trying to be as lighthearted as possible.

           "Oh man! You look good!“ They chimed. "And wow, what a car!”

           Jimin smiled and nodded, recognizing their faces. They definitely were people in his high school class.

           "Let’s head in dude!“ One of the guys slapped his back and threw an arm around his shoulder chummily.

           Jimin gulped and followed the crowd of his old classmates, who were chatting happily. Everyone seemed to have stayed in touch because they were asking pretty detailed and personal questions.

           "Hey guys! Names please.” The secretary of your student council back in the day greeted the group.

           "Check it out, Secretary. It’s Jimin!“ One of the guys beamed and presented you, as if he was showing off his son or something. "He used to chubby and small, but look at him, so built and fit! Still a bit on the short side, but he looks great!”

           Jimin smiled awkwardly, not enjoying the attention for once. He wasn’t sure whether to be offended or pleased by his classmate’s comments.

           "Park Jimin? You mean the playboy of our high school?“

           "Yeah he’s right there, see?”

           "I told you he looked good.“

           "He must definitely still be a playboy with that look.”

           People inside murmured excitedly as he stepped forward sheepishly.

           "Yeah, it’s me.“ he scratched the back of his head.

           The old student council secretary smiled warmly, and checked off his name on the list. "It’s good to see you, Jimin. You and your guest will be in Table 9.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin bowed and walked in.

           He hadn’t felt intimidated like this in such a long time. He headed straight for his table, throwing off his coat. He recognized the people he was seated with as some of his old dance club members so he greeted them cheerfully. Once he took his seat, they all began catching up and time passed relaxingly.

           But just when he thought that everything was going well and that maybe it wasn’t such a big mistake to come, he felt arms wrap around his neck from behind. He knew it wasn’t your touch so he tensed up, wondering who in hell was embracing him so openly.

           "I’ve been waiting for you Park Jimin.” A female whispered into his ear and he stood up abruptly, alert and flustered.

           The entire table hollered excitedly.

           "Playboy Jimin is back at it! Ow ow!“

           Jimin frowned and turned around to see who it was that was teasing him. His eyes widened when he came face-to-face with the woman he had randomly slept with out of spite for the Temptress; the first victim of his descent to Red Mask.

           "Let’s dance, Jimin.” she smirked as she grabbed his hand tightly, dragging him to the dance floor.

           He stood there, exasperated as she pressed her body against him. It was painfully obvious she was trying to rile him up and seduce him, but he felt indifferent to her advances. Stepping away to create distance between their persons, he sighed.

           "What exactly are you doing?“

           "I thought we could pick up where we left off back in high school.” She twirled his tie and fluttered her eyes flirtatiously. “I’ve been wanting to reconnect with you for some time now. I’ve heard how great you were at pleasing women, and I wanted you to jog my memory of our time in the classroom.”

           She licked her lips and leaned her face forwards towards his. Jimin furrowed his brows and grabbed her shoulders to halt her movement.

           "I’m sorry.“ he plucked his tie out of her grip. "But I have a girlfriend, and I wasn’t ever and still am not interested in you.”  

            She burst into laughter. “Really? Who are you lying to now? You don’t have a girlfriend or standards. I mean, who could love a playboy like yourself? You were even notorious in your college and word got around to mine.” She hummed and reached out to touch his face. “Or are you rejecting me because you’re still mad that I spilled our little secret?”

           Jimin exhaled, pulling her hand away from his cheek. But before he could emphasize that he was telling the truth, the ruckus by the entrance interrupted them.

           "Damn. Check that girl out! Did she go to our highschool?“

           "Dude, if she did, I totally would’ve banged her!”

           "Did she come to the wrong place?“

           "Who cares? I’m going to talk to her.”

           "But man, she’s so hott. Can you really walk up to her casually?“

           Jimin glanced over curiously and immediately perked up when he saw you waltz in, as gorgeous as ever. Surprisingly though, you hadn’t worn the outfit you originally picked out for the event. And boy was he glad you had decided to be bolder with your outfit choice. Instead of a simple, elegant black dress, you wore a skin tight, long, red dress with a high slit to expose your toned legs.  There was a gold plate around your neck holding up the fabric and a gaping hole to expose just hints of your bra-less breasts.

           In your case, you figured the more seductive attire would make up for abandoning Jimin in his time of need. And besides, you knew you needed to flaunt yourself a little. You wanted Jimin to feel confident again, especially in a place where he felt most vulnerable. If there was anything you could do to ease his worries, it was to put your charms to use. Luckily, that was your forte.  

           "Excuse me.” Jimin pushed the woman in front of him aside, much to her dissatisfaction, and swooped in beside you before any other guy had the guts to approach.

           "Hey, babe.“ He kissed your cheek. "Perfect timing.”

           You smiled and patted his tie gently, hearing the relief laced in his voice. “Been rough, huh?”

           "Unbelievably.“ he breathed. "Aaand here they come now.”

           "Jimin! My man!“

           Some guys he had never seen before came up and attempted to perform some handshake he didn’t know. It ended up as floppy hands and weird wailing noises that didn’t match the rhythm; all for the purpose of appearing close with him.

           "How have you been?”

           "Good, good.“ Jimin answered hesitantly, knowing exactly what their objective was.

           "And who is this pretty thing you’ve got on your arm?”

           "This is my girlfriend, Y/N.“ Jimin introduced and you shook their hands amiably.

           "Pleasure to meet you guys.” You smiled infectiously.

           "How much did he pay you to come with him?“ They half-jested.

           You glanced at Jimin, trying to get a sense of how he was feeling about the situation. You saw he was a bit uncomfortable and tense, so you squeezed his hand gently to reassure him.

           "He pays me in fantastic sex and expensive dinners, like any boyfriend should, right?” You grinned genuinely and everyone immediately stopped laughing. A small smile splayed on Jimin’s face, amused. What had he expected from you?

           "Oh yeah. I heard he was a bit of a playboy in high school. Bet he hasn’t told you that.“ One of the guys nudged you playfully, still trying to sway you.

           Your lips curled up and shrugged. "Oh I met him in college. I know pretty much every person he’s slept with.”

           You leaned over and whispered. The guys crowded closer, magnetized to you already.

           "But I’m also not so innocent.“

           You winked seductively, and Jimin visibly saw them fall weak against your charms. You truly were a dangerous woman.

           "Well, let’s get you some dri–” Jimin tried to interject, wrapping his arm around your waist.

           "I’ll get you one! What would you like?“ one of the guys volunteered hurriedly.

           "A nice glass of champagne would be nice.” You smiled sweetly, and they all scrambled towards the table to grab you one.

           While they were off bickering, you chuckled and kissed Jimin deeply. He was taken aback by the sudden forwardness, but welcomed your affection happily.

           "What was that for?“ he hummed.

           You wrapped your arms around his neck, grinning cheekily. "Aren’t you glad I’m yours?”

           He laughed as he caressed your cheek, staring at you fondly. “I’m actually a bit scared to be honest. How far do your seductive charms go?”

           You chuckled and whispered into his ear. “Would you like to see?”

           Jimin gripped your waist tightly. “Let’s save that for later, hm?”

           You moved daringly closer to his face to softly claim, “I decide that.”

           His eyes sparkled with glee. The banter between you two always made him feel like home, and he loved how you could tease him wherever and whenever shamelessly.

           "I like that outfit choice by the way.“ Jimin grinned as he stepped back to admire you fully.

            You twirled around playfully and smirked. "You know how much I like red.”

           He bit his lip seductively as he pulled you by the waist in order to plant a chaste kiss on your lips. “I would’ve never guessed.”

           Chuckling lightly, you ran your hands through his hair as you looked at him lovingly. It still amazed you that he was all yours. But your alone time was interrupted when the guys returned and a bunch of champagne glasses were thrusted at you simultaneously. You unlatched yourself from Jimin, giggling, and chugged a few glasses coolly.

           Jimin stepped back, permitting the crowd of his classmates to surround you as he watched you enjoying yourself, amused. He was really grateful that you had come, despite probably being exhausted from your performance. You kept him level-headed, and your presence was a living reminder of how far he had come. He smiled to himself happily, feeling a wave of contentment wash over him.

           But then suddenly, something completely unexpected happened.

           The sea of men parted to make way for someone that froze him where he stood. Without a doubt, it was Temptress walking towards his girlfriend, marching towards you. She hadn’t changed much from his memory. Her face showed a few signs of aging, and she wore thicker make-up than she did back in the day, but she still had a gifted body, and an air of seduction about her.

           But it was odd.

           Although she looked almost the same as she did in high school, his heart no longer raced when he stared at her. He no longer felt magnetized to the way she combed her fingers through her hair or the way she strutted so confidently forward. He didn’t even feel anger. It was odd… but he felt nothing.

           He had worried about this encounter for years, and spent weeks being chilled with anxiety over being in the same room as Temptress once again. Then most of the reunion he made sure to avoid being in the same vicinity as you. But what was this? His heart flipped at the thought that he was no longer bound by her words, by her actions, by her name, by her existence. He felt relieved; a sense of freedom embracing him, as if a heavy burden had just been lifted. He had truly moved on from his past.

           "Yah.“ Temptress stood in front of you, boldly sporting a strapless dress, which seemed to be clutching onto her breasts for dear life.

           You blinked, wondering who this woman was. You noticed the men gawking at her nervously and in awe.

           "Yes?” You replied, standing up straighter.

           Jimin swallowed as he watched. Why had Temptress approached you? Was she going to fight you? Did she not like that someone else was getting all the attention, all the men? What should he do? He worried frantically.

           But his brain completely flat-lined at what he witnessed next. Unexpectedly, Temptress pulled you forward and locked lips with you aggressively.

           "Holy shit!“ The guys bellowed excitedly.

           WHAT.

           Jimin’s eyes widened as he saw you push away almost instantaneously, also flabbergasted. The men cheered enthusiastically at witnessing two hott women kissing in front of them. Jimin’s heart thumped in his chest as he scurried to pull you away from her, hiding you behind him. Never in a million years had he expected that to happen.

           You were shaken up behind him, touching your lips with a stunned expression.

           "That was my girlfriend you just kissed.” Jimin defended.

           "Park Jimin?“ Temptress perked up, recognizing him immediately. "You…and her?”

           You grabbed onto Jimin’s hand, standing beside him, as if to reassure her that you two were in fact together.

           "Oh wow. I’m so happy for you.“ she smiled warmly. "You truly were my greatest student.”

           "Is that her?“ You whispered into Jimin’s ear, and he nodded subtly.

           "I’m sorry for everything I said and did to you back then. I was really messed up…I still am.” she scratched the back of her head. “And I’m glad you didn’t end up like me.”

           Jimin furrowed his brow. “But you came with someone.”

           "Oh that guy.“ Temptress snorted. "I didn’t want to look lame, coming alone. I hired him to escort me. I don’t even know him.”

           Jimin blinked. “Wh-what…?”

           "Yeah…“ she blushed sheepishly. "I’ve been wanting to apologize for awhile now. I was so insensitive, and I took advantage of your naivety and toyed with you. I thought I was entitled and amazing, like I was doing you a favor by doing those things with you, but I devalued your feelings and hurt you. So, I’m sorry….”

           Jimin glanced around as a bunch of eyes were waiting for his reply. You smiled and squeezed his hand encouragingly. He really didn’t expect this at all.

           "Um it’s okay. It’s the past.“ He found himself saying surprisingly. He had envisioned the many things that he would say to Temptress if ever he had a chance to, and needless to say, all of the conversations he had imagined weren’t nice at all. But now, he faced her and he didn’t have a single mean thing to say. What had he even been so mad and worried about? "But I don’t know if I can forgive you for kissing my girlfriend.”

           Temptress blushed.

           When did she learn to look embarrassed and timid like that? Jimin was overwhelmed. He didn’t remember this side of her at all. She was always so sure of herself and so poised.

           "I’m sorry. She was just so beautiful, stunning, and confident. It was so alluring. I couldn’t help myself.“ Temptress confessed.

           "Aww, thanks.” You cooed, quickly dropping your guard at her compliments.

           "Well yeah umm…“ Jimin coughed, trying to maintain the upper hand. "But you still shouldn’t go around randomly kissing strangers…”

           He caught you glance at him with an amused expression. He knew you were thinking that he had no right to tell someone not to kiss strangers randomly, when he had done so plenty of times himself. But that was beside the point here, he was trying to look tough and angry.

           "Well…if you and she don’t mind…would you be willing to share…her?“ Temptress squirmed, eye-ing you intently. "I really…haven’t been so taken and attracted with someone in such a long time. And I mean, you’ve become so handsome yourself, Jimin. I’d be honored.”

           Jimin grabbed your hand tightly and stepped in front of you, blocking her eyes from raking down your body ravenously. “Sorry, I don’t plan to share her. She’s mine alone.”

           "I envy you.“ she smiled sadly, accepting his rejection of her suggestion with an audible sigh. "I spent so much time hating on love…that I let a lot of good guys slip away. Now I have no idea what it was that got me so worked up about empty sex that I ended up swearing off any sort of emotional connection. I’m glad you found it despite being widely known as a playboy back in high school and through college.”

           "Thanks…I guess…“ Jimin awkwardly stated. ”…for everything too.“

           "No really.” You chimed, beaming widely. “Thank you for everything.”

           Jimin glared at you, knowing you were taking a jab at his skills in bed. Temptress blushed and grinned at your sincerity, making Jimin want to cover you up immediately. Did she really just fall for you? The woman he had scorned and hated on for years. The very woman that had tainted his purity and shown him the cruelty of falling for the wrong person. That same woman was envious of him, and was vying for you, the person he loved. It was difficult to wrap his head around the peculiar turn of events.

           "Well at least save a dance for me, Jimin’s girlfriend.“ Temptress winked playfully.

           "Y/N.” You grinned. “And will do.”

           Jimin pulled you away from the crowd, feeling as if his legs were about to give out at any moment, plus he didn’t want to think about what would happen if you ended up liking Temptress too. Regardless of how things unfolded, he had faced his past head-on and realized that he had overcome it. None of his classmates held anything against him nor did they think ill of him anymore. Temptress apologized and although it was a little mean of him, it was great seeing her jealous of him, jealous of him having love, of him having something she couldn’t get. Smiling to himself, he knew he had done something right, and that was not letting go of you.

           After that, the night progressed relatively well. He finally loosened up and was able to catch up with more of his old friends. He spoke candidly about what he did and used to do as a career, even telling everyone about how you two met and ended up getting together. Needless to say everyone was impressed by your unique love story.

           And while he conversed, you spent your time dancing, gathering as much gossip as you could about how Jimin was back in the day. As you promised, you saved a dance for Temptress and you were able to get to know her a little better. Surprisingly, you two got along really well. She wasn’t as bad as Jimin had portrayed her to be; she was actually a kind person underneath her intimidatingly bodacious appearance. Much like you and Jimin, she had just made plenty of wrong decisions that spiraled her into a dark place regarding relationships. You had been there and done that, so you truly empathized with her.


           All in all, it seemed to have been a successful reunion for everyone, and you could tell Jimin was in high spirits once again. You had missed him being so, since he had been clouded with worry and anxiety the weeks leading to the reunion. He hummed happily as he drove back home, and you watched him endearingly.  

           "Jimin.“ You called.

           "Hm?”

           "I was totally down for a threesome by the way.“

           "Seriously?” he choked out, coughing frantically, at the sudden confession.

           "Yeah. I mean, if she TAUGHT you what you know now then she must be really be something.“ You explained lightly.

           "She didn’t teach me everything!” he huffed defiantly.

           "Mhm.“ You half-hearted hummed.

           "She didn’t! And I don’t like sharing!”

           "You’ve never had a problem in the past.“ You eyed him skeptically.

           "You’re different. I don’t like sharing you.” He pouted.

           You blushed and chuckled at his words. You loved how protective and possessive he was over you; it was cute and it fluttered your heart more than you’d like to admit.

           "Do you still have feelings for her?“ You inquired.

           "No, absolutely not.”

           "Are you sure?“

           "Of course. I wasn’t worried about seeing her because I thought I’d fall for her again. I was more afraid about being less successful than everybody else. I was afraid she would still be above me, still have power over me, would still make me feel small and worthless. I was afraid to be average again…” he squeezed your hand. “But I realized something.”

           "What? That with me and Temptress combined, you would become average?“ You teased.

           Jimin groaned, "I’m trying to be romantic here!”

           "I’m sorry sweetie. Keep being romantic.“ You chuckled as you kissed his cheek to appease him. "What did you realize?”

           "I was going to say… until you ruined the mood… that I realized that with you, I’m never going to be average again, because together we’re extraordinary.“

           "Aww that’s so cheesy. Who are you and what have you done with my Chimchim?” You grinned.

           Jimin blushed and kept his eyes glued on the road, embarrassed.

           "Can you pull up over there?“ You pointed randomly.

           "Why? You need to pee?” he questioned.

           "Want to have some hott car sex?“ You suggested flirtatiously.

           Wildly and abruptly, Jimin swerved to the side of the road.  He parked the car and stared at you exasperatedly.

           "What did I say about talking dirty when I’m driving?! You know it’s dangerous!”

           "Well, can I talk dirty now that you’re not driving?“ You smirked as you crawled your fingers up his arm seductively.

           "No. Wait until we’re home.” he grumbled rebelliously as he turned back to grip the steering wheel.

           "One kiss?“ You pouted. "I did a good job today and I want a reward!”

           Jimin sighed, “Alright. One kiss, but no funny business, okay?”

           "Kay.“ You giggled and unbuckled your seatbelt eagerly.

           Before he could protest, you crashed your lips onto his and began palming him through his slacks roughly. He groaned and tried to push you off, albeit lightly, in fake resistance. You smiled, knowing he couldn’t refuse you at this point. You broke the kiss and he fluttered his eyes open, a bit dizzy from the surprise attack.

           "Park Jimin. Don’t ever let anyone tell you or make you feel like you’re average.” you whispered to him intently. “You’re fantastic at everything. Except for cooking…certain things, but you’re improving.”

           "Thanks.“ Jimin rolled his eyes, but you gently placed your hands on his face, forcing him to stare at you.

           "I mean it. You’re a wonderful boyfriend, a fantastic lover, a great friend, and beloved boss. If those things didn’t happen back then, we probably wouldn’t be where we are right now. You wouldn’t be the Jimin in front of me, and it probably wouldn’t be me escorting you to your high school reunion.” Your lips curled up affectionately. “So don’t let the past haunt you anymore because you’ve built such a great present and future for yourself.”

           Jimin smiled gratefully, “Will my future have you in it?”

           You grinned, “Will you keep me in it?”

           He nodded, laughing as he leaned forward. “I plan to keep you for a very, very long time, love.”

           Sweetly, your lips found each other and perfectly melded together.

           You would’ve gone further had it not been for the cop car that pulled up behind you guys. Immediately, you parted yourselves and pretended to be on your phones.

           "Is everything okay here?“

           "Yes, sir.” Jimin smiled as soon as he rolled down the window.

           "We were just looking for directions Officer…“

           You paused as you looked up from your phone to find none other than Jeon Jungkook, grinning widely at you from the driver side window. Immediately, you gasped giddily and beamed at his presence.

           "Oh my lord. My little Kooks –You’re one hott cop!”

           "Why, thank you Noona.“ he chuckled and bowed playfully.

           "Hey, hey. No googly eyes at my girlfriend.” Jimin scolded.

           "I know, I know. Rule #1.“ Jungkook grinned. "I recognized your car and license plate while I was on patrol. Knowing you two, I figured I’d come see the action, you know.”

           Jungkook winked.

           "You little.“ Jimin pinched his cheeks harshly. "You’ve been wanting to see us in action since day one.”

           "Hey, I’d learn a lot, you know, if I got a demonstration instead of an explanation.“

           "Oh trust me, Kooks. You’re quite gifted. You’re good.” You gave him a thumbs up.

           "YOU WATCH HIS MONITOR?“ Jimin bellowed.

           "I watch EVERYONE’S monitor!” You argued.

           Jimin hesitated. “Who’s bigger?”

           "Oh my god. I’m not having this conversation Jimin.“ You rolled your eyes.

           Jungkook giggled as he tapped Jimin’s car lightly. "Well, I have to get back to work. Rule #13 hyung.”

           Jimin cracked up and fist bumped Jungkook. “You’re right.”

            “Have a good night!” Jungkook saluted you two suavely.

           "Night!“ You waved and he soon disappeared back into the road to complete his patrol. Not long after, Jimin pulled back into the main road, continuing the route home once more.

           "What’s Rule #13?” You questioned.

           Jimin chuckled, “You’ll like this one.”

           You raised an eyebrow curiously.

           "Rule #13: It’s not about the package, it’s about the delivery.“

           You and Jimin laughed hysterically all the way home.


           Once you arrived at your apartment, you scurried past him to get inside first. He curiously glanced your way, wondering why you had rushed through the door. But you simply smirked.

           "Well Mr. Park,” You threw your jacket onto the couch and posed. “Would you care to show me how you deliver that package?”

           Jimin’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips. Roughly, he grabbed your waist to pull you against his body, your faces just mere centimeters apart.

           "Gladly.“ 

MASQUERADE III: THE RULES OF THE GAME (COMING SOON)

Caffeine Challenge

Prompt: Something to do with the shadows

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We had a Swiss au pair when I was about eight. Her name was Ursula and she was training to be a teacher at the same time, so we used to walk to school together. I was used to cycling, and I was used to going by myself, but I liked Ursula so I didn’t resent the blow to my independence the way I might have done.

It was two miles to school.

One day, she used the walk to teach me my 4-times table. I had a block about it, for some reason. I could do my 3-times tables, and my 5-times table, and my 9-times table, but my brain seemed to judder on anything multiplied by four. We tried ‘double it and then double it again’ but it took too long. So then we beat it into submission via repetition. Four times three. Four times eight. Four times seven. Twelve times four. Over and over again, for two miles.

I can still multiply by four at the click of a finger.

One crisp February morning, it began to snow.

Ursula, being Swiss, was not impressed. She didn’t mind the snow, but she was baffled by the announcements of school closures on the radio and the people who refused to go to work because they didn’t want to drive in the millimetre of white dust. We walked to school as usual and she pointed at the snow falling around us. They must have been tiny, but in my memory they are round, fluffy balls, like cotton wool.

“You know, every snowflake is unique.”

“I know,” I said. I was too busy pretending to be a dragon to pay much attention. “They look different under a microscope.”

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Be My Valentine Living Set - Collab with @taylortheferret

Taylor and I have been working on this for awhile! I wanted to do a collab for a very long time and was finally able to! This is my part of the set! (Yes, I know the carpet is going through the wall… shhhhh) They are all base game! P.S. You can find her set here.

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Even When It Hurts [Nyx x Reader]

This idea sprung up when @toreishi​ and I were talking about the scars on Nyx’s glorious chest (I would plant my face and die on that chest) 

Of course I couldn’t miss an opportunity to write about, so here it is! Also because I wanted an excuse to write this man shirtless XD


SHIP: Nyx/Reader

WORD COUNT: 4145


See me fall down. Let me die here slowly…

Steel-blue eyes slowly opened as the glaive roused awake from his slumber. He blinked and rubbed his lids, allowing his sight to familiarize to the morning light he hadn’t been accustomed to seeing for so long. Usually he’d be greeted by a dark room the moment he awoke. Being a soldier to the crown meant early hours, and it was part of a lifestyle to wake up way before the sun made its first break over the horizon. The dark cold mornings were the dull and a dreadful reminders of the agonising work hours Nyx would have to endure. But this time, with the morning light softly filtering through the sheer curtains, the glaive felt at ease.

His eyes flickered to the alarm clock placed on the bedside table. 9 o’clock it read. The sight brought a beam to Nyx’s lips. Though still an early hour, to the glaive waking up at this time was a rare occasion. A sigh of pure content sounded as he lowered himself back down on the soft plush mattress, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets. But that wasn’t the only thing keeping him warm. You lay asleep beside him, your head resting upon his shoulder while his arm wrapped around your form.

He brought his lips to place a kiss upon your hair. “I love you..” he said softly, a familiar sweet scent entered his nose, causing him to smile.

Stirring, you opened your eyes to see Nyx gazing down at you. “Good morning, sleepy head.” you murmured.

A low chuckled sounded past Nyx’s lips. “Me? I think the sleepy head here is you.”

You too let a laugh back. “Well to be truthful, I woke up before you. And plus,” you snuggled further into his hold. “it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to wake up with you.”

Those words were indeed true. Nyx had forgotten the last time he was given the chance to see you in the morning, In his line of work, a simple concept of waking up to a beloved was still hard to come by for this glaive.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Nyx asked, taking note of the familiar t-shirt you were currently dressed in. It was an obvious fact that it too big for you. The old shirt appeared more like a dress on your figure as the loose garment fell just at your thighs. But even so, such sight was still attractive to the glaive.

“Maybe.” you hummed. “You left it when you came over a while ago. Why? Do you want it back?” you asked, gazing up at your lover with a smile.

Nyx smirked. “No, I think it looks better on you.” he said, planting a kiss on your temple.

“Good. Cause I wasn’t planning on giving it back anyway.” you smirked in return. “It’s too comfortable.”

Nyx grinned. “For you, I’ll give you anything.” he replied, and captured your lips in his for a sweet morning kiss.

However, sweet soon took a passionate turn when the glaive rolled on top of you. His weight pinned you down, but you paid no mind, the kiss was already enough to leave you breathless. Fingers knotting in his hair, the intimacy deepened, gifting Nyx a blissful hum from you when you kissed back. A kiss, such a usual thing the two of you shared. Yet, the gesture spoke of all the emotions you felt for each other; the love, the longing, and the sorrow inflicted when torn away from each other’s company.

Separation.

Nyx warned you of that. You knew the consequences and risks of loving a man of duty, but the endearment you felt for this soldier was far too deep for you to escape. And it was this affection you had that convinced Nyx to give this budding love a chance. But even so, it was all too painful. With every new mission came a surge of merciless dread to overcome you and Nyx. Even the shortest missions—usually consisting of a day—was enough to trigger the unbearable fear of not being able to see each other again. How you two still held on was a miracle. But the moments of anguish would diminished the second Nyx stepped through the door. No words were needed to express what had to be said. Just being able to embrace other again, and kiss those words of yearning upon each other’s lips was more than enough.

I miss you. The arms would speak.

I love you. The lips would trace upon skin.

Never let me go. Breathless words would pray.

Such which happened the night before.

“Don’t leave me…” you mumbled again his lips. “Please…”

“[Name]….” The glaive pulled back from your lips. The look you wore was no longer with endearment, but instead dressed in dread. It was a look he was all too familiar with, a look that you’d give him whenever he left beyond the wall. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke the words he’d always say before his good-byes. But his voice sounded with evident hesitance as if he knew they were nothing but lies.

“But how can you be so sure?” you questioned back.

Nyx’s eyes widened in shock. “[Name]—” However his response was only stolen with another kiss.

It wasn’t gentle like before. No, your lips felt desperate, almost as if you were pleading, praying for him to stay as they captured hastily against his. Breaths melded in shallow gasps as you parted, only to have you and your lover stare deep into each other once again. The glaive’s heart ached upon witnessing the pain manifesting in your face. It was because of him were you forced to feel such suffering. Cupping your face in his hands, Nyx drew your lips back to his with yearning and desire.

I’ll never leave you his lips seemed to whisper in promise. Even if it was a promise hard to keep, he wanted nothing more than to help you ease your worries.

A soft moan sounded from your throat as you melted into the moment. Your hands began to wander, down from his hair to his jawline, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on his neck, until they reached past his shoulders. When you neared his chest, it was then did you feel Nyx suddenly freeze—as if he was in pain. Pulling away, your view wandered to the scars on his chest. You always noticed them, but you never dared to speak of them. With your fingertips you lightly traced the rough skin, following their path as they branched from his shoulder to his chest like crawling vines. You could still feel Nyx flinch even under your soft touch.  

“Nyx.” you spoke, lifting your gaze from the scars which marred his skin to his very own. “Tell me about them.”

Nyx froze. It was clear what you were referring to. “There’s nothing to tell you.” He leaned over to kiss you once more, to advert your attention away from his scars. However with your hands upon his chest, you gently pushed him off you. You could feel a soft rhythm under your palm, the beating of a shallow melody—a song that only belonged to a broken man.

“Tell me.” you said again. Sitting up from where you lay you stared back up at him.

The look in your eyes spoke with such sincerity as they bored into his—and it hurt. You had shown so much to him, a world behind the walls of war and destruction and the feeling of being wanted. But here he was still hiding in the shadows of his demons, behind those walls where he lay his life like a meaningless sacrifice—such was the purpose of the king’s blade. He tried his best to imprison the glaive that hardened his soul, to keep it apart from the things that made him the happiest. But he could only keep them at bay for so long. The torment still gnawed at him as they sunk their teeth deep within his heart. God, he wished he could tell you how much it damaged him, he wished he had the strength to show you the reality that was slowly killing him inside. Though at the same time, he feared what would transpire if he did. You swore to stay by his side no matter the consequences, but how true were your words? Nyx knew better than to doubt, but trust was a rare thing in his new purpose.

“I….”His brows furrowed as he averted his gaze away, the sight of you only weighed upon his soul. “I can’t…” He didn’t deserve you, god he didn’t.

“Nyx.” his name parted from your lips, like another prayer he wished to hear once more. Leaning close, your hands you cupped his face and brought his forehead to press against yours. His shallow breaths ghosting against your lips. “For me, please.” He said he’d give you anything, and this was everything you wanted.

You could never gather the courage to ask about the stories of his battles, nor has he ever shared them. But the scars, they had their own stories to tell. The rigid and jagged lines carved upon his skin; fresh and old, told the tales of this courageous soldier, the red painted fields and the tragedies of his comrades—new friends and old—slaughtered before his very eyes. It hurt him to tell, and you knew that well. But even so, no longer could you bear another night when he would come home to you, only to have his terrified orbs—scarred with the horrors he was shackled to witness—to meet yours.

Like always, Nyx found comfort in your touch. Inhaling sharply, he placed his hands on top of yours and brought them down to his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. “It was just another missions, another battle beyond the walls.” he began.

The glaive remembered it vividly. It was just like every other day in the cramped confinements of those dark rickety vans, being transported—like cattle to a slaughterhouse—to the barren wastelands where the glaives would lay their lives on a silver platter like an offering to the Gods, all for heart and home. With no time to second guess, the endless hours of relentless fighting would commence—staining their hands with the blood of not only their enemies, but comrades too.

“We won that battle, like we always did. We sent the Nifs running with their tails between their legs…” Such was a common victory, but a scornful chuckle sounded from the glaive despite the words of his triumph. It tasted sweet against his tongue, but it wasn’t long until that victory tasted of poison. He could feel a sudden hard tug within, like the unravelling of a stitch on a forgotten wound. The smells of the battlefield, the stench of rotting flesh, and the suffocation of smoke and dust entering his lungs, it was all coming back to him.

“What happened?”

Nyx snapped back to see you staring back at him in wait for him to continue. However he swallowed thickly, unable to find that will to continue his tale. “I’m sorry, [Name]….I can't—”

“You can.” You cut him off. “You can tell me, and I’ll still be listening ” your voice sounded firm, though there was still a hint of gentleness within. With your hands in his, you gave them a tight squeeze, a gesture of reassurance to show him that you were indeed speaking the truth.

Nyx lowered his gaze, the manifests of hesitance were seeping from inside. But how long are you willing to listen? He wanted to say. They all left when they heard of the horrors, of the man he had become. And yet….  “I almost died that day…” he whispered.

Death. Like a shadowing phantom, it was always there, always following until the moment it would mercilessly snatch even the most innocent lives in it’s ghostly grasp—erasing them from existence. The thought of him ever dying was an agonising pill to swallow. But it was a fact that it was impossible to avoid in Nyx’s life as a glaive—it was for the greater good, as they would put it. But even so, it was a reality hard to accept.

“How?”

Nyx bit down on his lip. The tugging of stitches on this forgotten wound were becoming more brutal at each passing second, as he reached into his subconscious to rip those repressed memories of long ago. “Those MTs…those killing machines, they got me.”

And the glaive told you. He told you the memory which devoured the man he was born to be.

The gunshots cracked like thunder, forged with the power of the storm as the bullets of the Magitek sliced mercilessly through the air. Nyx maneuverered over the terrain, trying to gain ground between himself and the weapons of the empire. His heavy boots skidded across the dirt and rubble as he raced just in time to take shelter behind a crumbling concrete wall, to hear a few bullets pelt against the ruin instead of his head. He inhaled a heavy and sharp breath, only to breathe in smoke and dust instead of the sweet air his lungs pleaded for. The sweat on his temple trickled down the side of his face, mixing with the dirt and blood, stinging the fresh cuts—such was the fruits of his labor. The echoes of the relentless firing of nuzzles haunted his hearing. Still Nyx willed himself to ignore the deafening sound. Gripping his kukris tightly in his gloved grip he carefully peeked from behind the concrete wall, eyes trying to map his route. He had to move to the next point quickly, but how? From all directions he could see the many firearms pointed at all directions. He could disarm them quickly, but it’ll be near impossible to do so without getting blasted—the triggers were always prepared to shoot.

Suddenly, a red beam of which only belonged to a laser began to point at the glaive’s head. Eyes widening, Nyx quickly ducked back behind the wall, just in time as the bullet hit the spot right where he had been seconds ago. Gritting his teeth, the glaive silently cursed.

Shit!

Quickly, he turned directions. With his back pressed against the wall he followed its length and snuck his head out from behind to scope another route. Thankfully he was shielded from the sniper’s point of view. Nevertheless Nyx knew his time was running thin. The MTs were due to encroach on his position anytime soon. The very last thing he wanted was to be trapped…or so he thought.

“Did…did you make it out?” Your grip on his hands tightened as they had been doing so ever since he started.

Nyx didn’t reply. But the moment he turned his head away with the tightening of his lip, it was enough to give you the answer.

Barely

A warp was all he needed to escape the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounded, the task itself was not. Taking one last glance at the war-zone he was hiding from, he landed on his target—higher ground was what he needed. Twirling the kukri in his hand, Nyx threw his blade with a swift swing of his arm. It punctured into the wall as he intended and soon his body followed suit in a cloud of shattering crystal and smoke. Reappearing in a flash of light, he held onto the hilt of his kukri and dug the soles of his heavy boots into the structure in order to keep his balance. Steel-blue eyes analysed the battlefield before him. From up above he would see his fellow glaives fighting their own battles. The cries of war and the screams of death still managed to enter his ears even at a height closer to heaven. However his time of minimal ‘peace’ came to an end when a sound of cracking and crumbling added to the noises of his surroundings. Furrowing his brows, Nyx glanced up to see cracks forming upon the stone of where his kukri had punctured.  His eyes widened, however upon realisation it was already too late.

Time had slowed for moment. Yet his body was continuously dropping at a speed which constricted his throat till he could hardly draw breath. His fingers reached out as if to grab anything to stop him from plummeting to the ground, but he clutched on nothing but thin air—even his kukri seemed to be out of reach.  He knew the pain was coming, but the wait felt eternal while his body jerked and flailed as he fell. Then he landed. However he didn’t scream. Instead he groaned in agony, followed by a hiss as he withered from the impact. Wincing, Nyx pulled himself up, pain rippled up his legs and shot through his arm. Bones shifted followed by cracks. They were definitely broken. Limping, he leaned against the closest wall trying his best to support his bodyweight. His gasps of pain sounded like sweet music to the devil.

“Nyx!”  a voice sounded through his earpiece. “Nyx we need backup!”  It was Libertus, frantic as always.

“I’m a little busy here.” The said glaive hissed back through gritted teeth. The pain consuming his limbs was excruciating. But broken bones were not an excuse to stop fighting.  Excuses were non-existent the moment he joined the Kingsglaive. “I’ll….” he swallowed the pain. “I’ll be there soon—Argh!”

His words were replaced with a strangled scream as a paralysing sensation began to spread from the centre of his chest to the rest of his body. Nyx didn’t need to look back to know what had happened. He had let his guard down for a short moment, but it was enough time for the arm of magitek soldier to lunge and spear their arm through his back. His breath had left him, neither could he move. The electricity from the hearts of the machine coursed through his body, freezing his every nerve as it took control of his being. Like a puppet on a string, he began to twitch and jerk violently. The tingling sensation wasn’t like that of a simple zap running through his skin. It felt hot, almost searing as it burned its way through his flesh. And soon, the fires of the battlefield weren’t the only smells that entered his nose.

This was it. He was done for…at last.

“But you made it out alive.” you remarked. “You’re still here. You didn’t die.”

A response of silence.

“Nyx?” You said his name again.

Again, Nyx didn’t say a word. Instead, you felt his hands grow limp against yours, no longer holding back with the warmth you adored. And it was at that moment did you see the life leave his steel-blue eyes, even if he wasn’t dead.

“If only I did…” The tranquility Nyx felt despite the moment of torment was engraved so vividly into his memory. He remembered hearing the tolling bells from the afterlife in the distance, beckoning for his return. He could still feel the embrace of death holding him, caressing his skin like the gentle touch of a mother to a babe. It was the most peaceful he had felt, and Nyx wished nothing more than to feel it again. “I thought…I thought I could see them again…” he murmured. “Mother…Selena…” Agony seeped in his words, and it hurt to hear them. “Every time I enter that battlefield, I pray that this time would be it, that my suffering will finally come to an end.” But reality was cruel, and the gods never accepted him into their haven, even if he was clinging onto his last threads of mortality.

Your heart stopped from hearing those words escape his lips. “Nyx, don’t say that…” you said. “Your life is worth so much more than you thin—”

“It’s not [Name]!”

You flinched from the sudden yell of his voice. Rage simmered in his gaze, but you could see past it. Deep within you could see another man—lonely and scared.

“It’s not….” Nyx lowered his head. “I’m not who you think I am.” his voice was cold, distant and sounded like one of defeat.

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“I’m tired [Name]” Nyx muttered. “I’m tired of running, I’m tired of being chased by these demons, I’m tired of having my life shredded like a dead animal.” The rage in his eyes depleted into one of despair—a look of one lost of hope. “I just want it to stop. I just want to lay my head down and rest for once in my life. But I can’t [Name]!”

“But you have to try!” you tried to reason. “You can’t give up this easily Nyx, you’re stronger than this!”

“What’s the point?” Nyx refuted. “What’s the point of trying anymore, when all I do is come back with the same thoughts of these battles, and I wake up to only find out that nothing in my life has changed and that I’m still living this god damn nightmare! I’m alive, but what am I alive for?”

“There’s people who still need you Nyx. You can’t just throw your life away.” you reached your hand out to take his, but the glaive immediately pulled away.

“No one needs me [Name]. Mother and Selena are dead. I have no home or anyone to return to.” Breathing out a trembling breath, Nyx brought his hands to his face, burying his anguish. “I…I want to die.”

You softened your gaze. This side to him wasn’t a side he’d shown you before; it was a side he hadn’t shown anyone. For as long as you’d known him, Nyx was the soldier you’d met that night at Malbo’s Smul Hut. The hero of the Kingsglaive who tried to impress you with his tales of bravery, and the man who took you home and made you his woman, and soon his lover. You remembered him looking so confident and courageous in his uniform; like the hero they dubbed him to be. But when that uniform came off, you would see the damage that lay in it’s wake. Behind the blades and magic, Nyx was just a man, weak and terrified. A man, forged into a weapon by the hands of its king to be thrown into the battlefield to find peace. And a man who would wake up every morning with nothing but the company of his scars—a reminder of the days his life would flash before his eyes. The wounds of his battles would heal, but the haunting memories burned upon his conscious were the ones of eternal.

“Why are you so eager to die?”

“Because it’s the only way I can go home…”

Without saying anymore, you reach out and wrapped your arms around Nyx, pressing your cheek against his neck as you pulled him close. You had embraced him many times before, however the body you held in your arms felt different—it felt frail. You could feel the suffering, his anguish seeping through his skin. Maybe a simple hug wasn’t enough to ease the demons feasting on his sanity, but you hoped it was enough for him to know that you were still here, that you were the someone he could return to.

“You are home, Nyx…”

Words of silence was all you could hear from this broken soldier. But soon his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you tightly towards him. Your touch was what he needed in these moments of darkness—and it was what made him come back to you. He thought you were just another fling, another woman to impress. But it was this feeling of serenity and solace you provided that night which made him come back for more. Your arms were his safe haven–a piece of heaven Nyx thought he’d never reach. And in this moment, it was in these very arms did the glaive within perish. His sobs were silent, but the violent shuddering of his shoulders were enough.

“And I’ll always be here for you to come back to…”

Your words were that of promise that day. Now you stood under the sunrise of a ruined city where smoke mixed amongst the hues of orange and pinks. Such a beautiful sight, yet still grievous in nature. The place of your birth, your home now lay in waste. Yet, here you remained waiting. He told you it was a simple escort and that’ll he’ll be back soon. You believed him like you always, and even now you still did. No matter how long it took, you knew he would return to you soon.

But for now, he was home.

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Morning

Member: J-Hope (Hobi)

Genre: Fluff

Originally posted by ttaegiis


You opened your sensitive eyes to light streaming through the windows. Still in bed, you were vaguely aware of your surroundings. Under the covers was bordering on unbearably hot warmth, and you suddenly became aware of the body next to you, limbs intertwined with yours. Still half asleep, you grumbled quietly, upset for being woken up. Heat radiated from him, his arms wrapped around you from behind and his breaths hitting the back of your neck. But you were still too tired to give in to the morning, so you let yourself slowly drift back to sleep.

“Wake up, Y/N.” You blinked your eyes open to see a face inches away from yours. Slowly, a dazed look still in his eyes, he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose. “It’s morning, beautiful,” he whispered, a small smile growing on his face.

“Hobi…” was all you could murmur in your current state. “Were you watching me?” you asked softly. His soft smile grows wider, looking into your eyes.

“Yes.” he says almost inaudibly, the confidence evident in his voice. You shakily laughed, becoming more aware of your surroundings. After a pause, he added with a giggle, “I couldn’t help it. You’re so pretty when you’re sleeping.” A giggle escaped from you as well as you looked up, seeing his hair was a disheveled mess from sleeping, his expression still sleepy. You took a moment to ask yourself how a person could be so simply beautiful. Under your gaze, Hobi lifted up his hand from the bed and gently caressed the side of your face. The both of you lay there for a few minutes, soaking in each other’s company and revelling in the blissful atmosphere. Soon enough, you figured it was time to get up from the bed. Pulling away, you sat up and started to stretch a bit, aware of Hobi’s eyes watching you the whole time from a few feet away. Then something snapped in your head. Frantically, you looked at the clock on the bedside table. 9:30. Shrieking, you hopped off the bed, suddenly more awake than before. You were about to be late for work if you didn’t hurry. You went off to get dressed, walking around the bed. But before you could get far a hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, stopping you.

You turned around to see Hobi looking up at you from the bed, a sort of wideness in his eyes, although they remained as bright as the sun itself. Then a smile broke out on his face, his eyes squinting together. He knew you loved it when he smiled. A small grin spread onto your own face too, each of you standing there looking at each other. After a beat, Hobi broke the silence, his voice travelling lightly through the air.

“I love you,” he said, maintaining eye contact. You took a breath in as the familiar butterflies exploded in your chest. Your smile growing wider, your hand slid under his arm to capture his hand, which you squeezed tight.

“I love you too,” you replied softly. Letting his hand go, you waited a beat before backing up a step and turning around to head to your closet to get dressed. Behind you, Hobi sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze following you hopelessly, wondering what he ever did to deserve someone like you as you made your way around the corner.

I Had Enough

Pairing: Phillipa Soo x Reader

Summary: Phillipa is so busy with Hamilton the reader doesn’t see her anymore and when they finally do, reader breaks down

AN: Probably going to be a two-parted and idk how well this is towards the middle endish because I was out of it when I wrote it. Just that little warning.

Words: 1393

Warning: Angst; depression; swearing; heartbreak

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9:30 pm.

That’s what the clock read. You gave up all hope that Phillipa was going to show up anytime soon. Rising from your seat, the chair scraped back against the floor as you picked up the two empty plates and silverware, carrying them to the kitchen to put them away in their respectful places. Going back to the table you covered up the food you made and put it in the fridge.

The food was untouched and you lost your appetite when your girlfriend of two years was a no show. It was your anniversary. She texted you saying she will be home after the show by 8. That was an hour and a half ago.

You were exhausted, having a long stressful day at work and it being your anniversary, you cooked dinner for Phillipa and yourself since she wouldn’t be home until later, the both of you were going to eat and drink some wine and spend the night together but that didn’t seem to happen at this point.

Stripping out of your clothes you threw on a t-shirt and jogger, crawling under the covers, you buried your face in your pillow. Suddenly a sob racked through your body. It didn’t stop there unfortunately. Reaching up you gripped the corner of your pillow tightly as you continued to cry.

This was hard for you to say the least. You felt mentally and emotionally drained as bad thoughts clouded your mind.

You moved to NYC to be with Phillipa. She made you so happy.

Everyone was accepting of your relationship. The two of you were two jigsaw pieces that fit together perfectly. At the time she wasn’t in Hamilton like she is now. The two of you spent so much time together after work and she’s helped you through so much that you can’t not be thankful.

Phillipa was so happy when she got the leading in role of Hamilton. You were happy for her too, knowing her dreams of being in theater and on Broadway some day.

But then the rehearsals started. That didn’t completely bother you, you knew that there was a lot of things that needed to be done to get the show and cast together. The two of you at the end of the day got to curl up on the couch and talk about everything over tea and a movie.

Phillipa introduced you to the cast and everyone got along great! You were there on opening night and you were Phillipa’s #1 fan (obviously).

You knew she’d busy, she would feel guilty because the only time you would be together was when she came home at night after a show but at that time she’d be too tired for anything so she would go to bed. Which was understandable so you didn’t really say much on it.

But that was before your normally good days turned to bad ones.

You have depression, you take medication but it didn’t really help in your situation. And you forgot to get a refill.

Phillipa was a worry wart when it came to you. She always took care of you even if you didn’t want it. Always made sure you ate, took your medication everything. After a month of performing she started to forget about you, it felt like.

After you forgot to get a refill was when your good turned to bad. Phillipa was the one to remind you because you forget so easily sometimes but now that she wasn’t here you didn’t remember.

You missed her. You missed your girlfriend. The less the two of you talked/texted the more alone you felt.

You tried to be happy after months gone by since the first show but it was hard. It was pathetic in your mind that you felt like this but it’s not like you could help it.

Another strangled cry left your lips as you let all your emotions out into your pillow. You had enough.

The front door of your apartment closed shut and you heard it. Turning your head at the digital clock it read 10:30. Lifting your head up you flipped your pillow over and rested your head on the dry side. Everything felt numb. You just…didn’t care.

The door to the bedroom slowly creaked open. Phillipa peeked her head in and from her eyes in looked like you were sleeping. Slipping into the room she got changed before getting into bed besides you. Your back faced her.

“Are you awake?” Phillipa quietly asked. You kept your eyes close, pretending to sleep. Exhaling softly she turned around to face the other way.

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You woke up early that morning to an empty bed. Though not a surprise. It was a day off so you didn’t have to worry about work that day.

Getting up was the hard part. Everything was numb. You hated it. Inhaling deeply you couldn’t help but smell coffee and a clink.

‘Is she home?’

Scratch that hearing something in the kitchen was enough to get you up. Throwing the covers off you grabbed your hoodie that hung on the back of the door and put that on before leaving the room.

Phillipa sat there in the kitchen drinking coffee. Her head perked up when she heard you come in.

“Good morning.” She chirped. You ignored her all the while getting a mug and pouring coffee in your cup. “Sweetheart? Is everything all right?” She asked worriedly.

“Everything is fantastic!” You sarcastically stated causing Phillipa to frown, setting her mug down.

“What’s wrong?” She asked as you walked past her.

“Don’t you have a show to go to?” You retorted, throwing her a look as you went by leaving her stunned and hurt. You never spoke to her like that before. Getting up she followed behind you.

“Y/N what’s going on with-”

“I can’t do this anymore Pippa!” You shouted, spinning around to face her. Her face dropped.

“W-what?” Phillipa’s voice sounded meek. You sighed heavily tears threatening to spill once again from you, shaking your head you took a long sip of your coffee.

“I never see you anymore Phillipa! We never talk anymore, I can’t take it!” Her once confused, soft look went hard.

“Are you serious Y/N?” Phillipa asked in disbelief.

“Yeah I am Pip! All you care about is Hamilton! I know how much it means to you but its consumed you, like what about me? Why am I here at home while you’re having the time of your life and forgetting all about me!”

“Stop being selfish!” She yelled, infuriated at this point. Phillipa didn’t have a show until later in the day and wanted to spend a peaceful morning with her significant other but that couldn’t seem to happen.

“How about you stop being fucking selfish!” You shot back. “I’ve had enough!” Your voice lowered down to a whispered. In front of her eyes she saw you break.

“What do you mean?” Phillipa was afraid to ask but did so anyways. You sniffled.

“I’m tired Pip.” Your voice cracked. “I tried…I tried being happy but…..I’m not. It hurts. I just want to stop hurting.” You cried. The mug slipped from your hands, crashing to the ground. You yelped from the burn the hot coffee gave you.

“Are you ok-” You cut her off.

“No! No I’m not okay! It’s one thing to miss something like date night because of work but you said you’d be home by 8 yesterday and I sat at the table until 9:30 waiting for you to come home. Everything was set up. I had a shitty day yesterday and had a shittier anniversary because you weren’t there!” You shouted.

Phillipa’s eyes watered.

“Y/N I’m sorry.” She says.

“I can’t do this anymore.” You then told her. She shook her head.

“No sweetheart please don’t do this.” She begged as you walked away from the mess on the floor, away from her and to your room.

Tears were streaming down Phillipa’s face when you came out holding bags. You cried too as you looked at the woman you love, who’s bottom lip quivered, trying to suppress a sob.

Phillipa watched you go and it broke her heart but what hurt the most is that she’s the reason why you left.

anonymous asked:

Am I the only one not wanting a Richonne baby? Honestly I feel like some people want a Richonne baby as a sort of Verification that Richonne is end game. They already have Judith and Carl who both love Michonne very much and vice versa. I just don't see Michonne getting pregnant before all out war begins. Plus Richonne is here to stay with or without a baby. Some people are using it as a fetish because interracial couples always make the 'cutest babies with blue eyes and nice skin' like🤔

I know you sent this before the quote from Andy came out (what kinda timing? haha), but I wanted to hold off since everyone was celebrating yesterday. But I kind of agree, I still don’t want a Richonne baby right now. I don’t know what people’s reasoning is for wanting it; some people just like babies, I guess. (I’m not really one of those people, lol.) But you’re probably right on some level.

Still, I do enjoy the idea of them helping to repopulate the world (and us getting to see them practice 👀); I just don’t think it makes a lot of sense to actively try and have a baby now.

It’d be cool if that’s something they discuss in 7B, and agree that that’s what they want for the future. But Maggie is already pregnant through all this, and they’re not exactly handling that so great, so I don’t really want the same kind of storyline for Michonne. Like I mentioned, it would be ideal for me if S9 were to open with their little one sitting at the kitchen table. Or maybe a 9 months pregnant Michonne. But anytime during All Out War would be… a lot.

11 stages of love in Arabic

1. الْهَوَى (hawa) = Attraction
The beginning of love. This love can arise suddenly, but is transient, not yet firm in the heart.

2. الْعَلاقَةُ (‘alaqah) = Attachment
Love that becomes attached to the heart, and loses the transitory property of hawa.

3. الْكَلَفُ (kalaf) = Infatuation
Love that begins to intensify and have a physical affect on the lover.

4. الْعِشْقُ (‘ishq) = Desire
Love that engulfs the heart of the lover entirely, and takes it as its residence, such that love and the heart in which it resides become intimately familiar with one-another.
This love blinds the lover to any faults in the beloved.

5. الشّعَفُ / اللَّوْعَةُ / اللعَاج (sha’af, law’ah, li’aj) = Passion
Love that starts to burn, but at this stage, the love is still pleasurable in the heart.

6. الشّغَفُ (shaghaf) = Affliction
Destructive, all-consuming love. The heart begins to be devoured by the love.

7. اَلْجَوَى (jawaa)= Grief
Love that started with the outer covering of the heart. It takes over the entire heart, and results in an inner grief and sorrow.

8. التّيْمُ (taym) = Enslavement
Love to the point where the heart is enslaved to the beloved.

9. التَّبْل (tabl) = Malady
Love, which was once living pleasurably in the heart, having made it its home, now turns against the heart, and so overwhelms, confounds and bewilders it, that it is as though it were its enemy.

10. التَّدْلِيْه (tadleeh) = Disorder
Love when the heart is thus being destroyed from within, and begins to lose all sense of balance and reason, it goes into a state of chaos and disorder.

11. الْهُيُوْمُ (huyum) = Insanity
Love that comes to its conclusion.