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#thats good of you but also not allowed because handsome and also i would like sharp teeth
killmeprettypleasee · 4 months
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Price x Ftm!lieutenant!Reader general dating hcs pls and tyy
Dating headcanons W/ John Price.
Warning: SFW AND NSFW mentioned, clingy price, mentions of killing someone, slightly possessive Price, switch Price and switch reader.
SFW
Before you and Price started dating, the two of you are already close friends, you two joined the military together and trained together back then before you guys are in your current ranks.
He is very sweet to you and supports you being a trans person.
He found out you were trans waaaayyyy back then, and the way he reacts was kinda random..
"Wait.. so your one of those transformers robots????" He looked at you dumbfounded as he scanned the surgery scars on your chest.
He was very confused.. but still supports you!
When someone was being toxic to you he WILL and not hesitate to unalive them.
He loves you too much see😭
He'll give them the coldest death stared making their bones quiver in fear.
He will cuddle you, and be hella clingy.
Imagine.
You both at the halls of the base and he's just hugging you, not caring if anyone is watching.
He would call you to his office to just hold you and have you sit on his lap.
Hell, every once i a while he'll make you skip training just to have you there with him..
He will never let you out of his sight.
NEVER.
You're his sunshine afterall, his Marshmellow to the hot cocoa, his sauce to the spaghetti, his peach to the eggplant (okay thats just weird..)
When you're both at home, he wouldn't let you go out to buy groceries and insisted that he should be the one buying.
He's just scared because he overthinks that someone will kidnap you.
He doesn't even care if you know self-defense 💀
When both of you go out on a date he'll take you out to the beautiful restaurants ever, but he rather keep it simply
He'll even buy you beautiful clothes to match your date.
One time both of you went to a Chinese sea food restaurant that serves raw and fresh sea food.
He bought himself those tentacles cus he wanna try them out.
End up sticking to his face.
Both of you gotta go to the doctor cus the tentacles suction wont let go.
He was traumatized and both of you never went to those fresh sea food restaurant.
NSFW
After ever date there should a spicy intimate time with him.
He would bend you over when you both in your car or at your house.
Just somewhere private where both of you could fuck.
He loves dominating you, but sometimes he also likes it when you're the one dominating him
He likes it when you overstimulate him till he's a whining mess when you're taking the lead.
You just loos so sexy ontop him while riding his cock while calling him a good boy.
It makes his cock twitch when you do that.
And the way you moan just sends him over the edge.
But when he's the one in control he would bend you over doggy style and hit your prostate head on with his tip.
He absolutely loves when you moan out his name.
Its just so cute.
He likes raw sex.
He wanna make sure to mark your insides aswell your body to show who you belong.
He loves it when your cunt squeezed his cock.
He'll call you a good boy for that.
When both of you are more on the romantic side he'll be gentle and loving with you.
He'll caressed your body and worship you.
He loves touching your scars btw.
He thinks its fascinating.
"God baby.. you're so damn beautiful.. such a handsome boy eh?.." He softly praised against your ear as he touched your scars.
He grunted when your cunt tightened around him.
"You're getting so tight around me baby boy.. such a good boy huh?"
Yeh...
He sometimes think about having a child with you sometimes.
This man has an extreme breeding kink...
Sometimes he'll rub your lower belly while he's fucking you cunt, whispering praises while he day dream of getting you pregnant.
He's glad you have a cunt ngl.
He could just impregnate you anytime..
But you're still a soldier and you still wanna keep the job so he respects that.
He'll wait when he's allowed to Impregnate you.
But he wont stop fucking you raw.
Sooo you have no choice but to go on birth control🤷.
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Good morning everypony, the trolls fandom needs to handle different opinions better 😀
I can think he’s a silly ass goose while also knowing he’s a loser !! It’s called a complex character! Creek is extremely complex to me because I have hyperempathy, a minor in psych for multiple reasons, a hyperfixation on trolls, and understand there’s only so much you can do with a character in the length of a movie 😭
People are allowed to headcanon Creek as a severely mentally destroyed person if he lived, and how he most likely regrets what he did.
He’s also, surprise surprise, a living being!! Living beings are inherently selfish creatures. I argued with this dude about a makeshift trolley theory bc he couldn’t handle me calling the guru “silly”. Creek begged for his life, saying he’d do anything out of desperation and fear. I don’t believe he expected that to go how it did, with him having to lure the village out or else he’d be devoured. I dunno about you, but i don’t think any being that has baseline selfish desires would pick themselves to die if they were in that situation. Creek was a young adult, he had a lot of life experience that still needed to happen. And on top of that, I don’t believe he was very content with his life if he was so quick to “drop the mask” and sacrifice others. He was seen as a god in the village, do you understand the mental effect that can have on someone? Especially if his whole “perfect guru” thing was a facade. All eyes were on him everywhere. From beliefs, to help, to practically worshipping him.
Saying to me how he joked with poppy doesn’t do shit, because if we’re digging into my headcanons then i have an idea about that too. I feel Creek did that so she’d stop fixating on him and actually do her damn job as queen: saving the kingdom. Poppy was a childish person, love struck and obsessed with Creek. She wanted him safe, and that meant ignoring the impending doom the kingdom was going to face if chef found the trolls in the village. For her trolley problem, she picked him first and assumed she could run back and protect the rest after.
In the end, the plan she executed worked out. But it’s understandable for people to be frustrated with her saving Creek and prioritizing him.
If he knew the situation, which he at the least did when confronted by her, he was most likely frustrated and disappointed she cared about him more than anyone else. She risked the lives of the entire snack pack for him. If he had baseline empathy and the “perfect guru” thing was a facade, he’d of felt guilty and a bit embarrassed he was put above everyone. All those lives were blood on his hands if any of them died while saving him.
Creek did technically do what he did for her, forcing her hand to hate him and focus on the kingdom. And he wasn’t lying when he said he’d have to live with what he did for the rest of his life.
But thats just a theory!
A trolls the-
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astr0exe · 19 days
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✬ safe [ Simon Riley X transmasc reader ] ✬
CW / TW : tm!reader, dysphoria, pure fluff, slight angst(?) 629 words, this feels rlly long sorry:(
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HURT/COMFORT!1!
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here I was, stood in front of my god forsaken mirror, my eyes glazed over with tears as I run your hands down my binded chest, the tears fall and I cant stop them. The binder isn’t doing its job.. its not working.. I still arent flat! Im not.. I look like a girl..
I’m so involved glaring at my reflection I don’t even notice when he walks in, my fiancé who also happens to be my superior, my Ghost.. My Simon, who’s been there for me. Always.
Even though I don’t notice him he instantly notices me, notices my tears, my hateful scowl. He knows what its like to not look how you wish you could, despite his scars showing his story, he will always be embarrassed by them.
I jump, a quiet yelp emitting from my throat. I gaze at him through the mirror not having the heart to turn around and face him, just letting his hands slip around my waist his calloused fingers dancing over my stomach, my head leans back against his shoulder our cheeks grazing softly, my tears ruining down my face as we just stand there, for what feels like hours, as I cry softly.
His words cut through my pounding heart and rapid breathing “hey lovie.. hey handsome.. you’re so strong.. so amazing.. My boy.. My fiancé…” he moves us to our bed as I try to stop my crying, but his words hit me more than I would like to admit, his words being exactly what I’ve needed to hear all day or honestly, longer than that.
As we lay facing each other, my hands clutching his shirt tightly like a terrified child needing comfort, because in this moment thats exactly what I need, comfort and Simon knows this perfectly, he always knows exactly what I need. I mumble a quiet an almost inaudible apology, my words dripping with emotion, feeling pathetic in the situation.
His eyes widen and his mouth opens.. then closes.. then opens again, and I wince, thinking I have done something wrong, I bury my face into his chest slightly ready for him to shout at me for saying sorry, even though I know he would never. He slowly and softly tilts my head up, so our eyes can meet and he can wipe away the residue of tears “Sweetheart.. look at me.. there we go.. good boy.” He sighs before speaking again.
“You.. are strong. You are more than capable.. You are handsome and pretty and amazing and so bloody intelligent.. But you should know… you are allowed to be vulnerable and have these feelings. I will always be here to support you, to keep you grounded and as happy as possible.” His words make me almost tear up again, my eyes glazing over with salty tears as I try to move even closer to Simon, his hand that has remained on my cheek softly thumbs away my tears again.. and again.. and again before they finally stopped falling.
My hands move to play with Simons dirty blonde hair, his ocean blue eyes staring into my own softly, showing his affections without the words. My eyes flutter shut as i murmur a quiet “i love you” towards Simon, the wave of exhaustion that hit me was obvious to Simon, who chuckled softly moving my hair away from my forehead so he can kiss it. His lips are slightly chapped against my skin, I can feel my eyes get heavy as I finally relax, ignoring all the horrible thoughts that plagued my mind before Simon silenced them. I fall asleep in my lovers arms, knowing I’m not only safe but also cared for, I know.. That I’m loved and I’m wanted.. My Simon Riley.. my protector
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hummusxx · 9 months
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Handsome Pt 2 of Gorgeous (previous part) (next part) Description: After the LV show, Jude and Y/n get closer and have a private fitting
  +44 XXX-XXX-XXXX
Y/n?
It’s Jude
Made it back to my room.
                                                                                            y/n   
Oh hey!
                                                                                           I also made it back.
                                                                                            what are u doing?
+44 XXX-XXX-XXXX
I’m about to get in the shower.
y/n changed +44 XXX-XXX-XXXX to Jude😍🇬🇧
                                                                                               y/n
  Oh
                                                                                                 Without me?
Jude 😍🇬🇧
I mean you could always come over.
The shower is big enough for two.                               
                                                                                                y/n
Hmm maybe next time.
      because isn't your brother there?
Jude:😍🇬🇧
Shit
Yeah, I forgot about him lmao.
That shithead is a bloody nuisance
                                                                                   y/n
 
I’ll let you take shower.
                                                                                                Text me later?
Jude😍🇬🇧
Yes.
I’ll text you.
Read by y/n
I haven't felt like this in forever. He makes me feel whole. We barely know each other but i feel like I've known him all my life.
I hope he is not some fuck-boy who is just trying to have sex with me. But i don't think he is. What fuckboy would bring their brother to an LV show and not a girl?
My assistant, Rose, snaps her fingers in my face
"Hellooooo! Earth to y/n" she says while trying to get me to focus on what she is saying.
" I have been talking to you for almost 5 minutes. Were you even listening?" she says while putting her hands on her hips. She can be very sassy at times. Thats why I hired her.
"Yeah sorry." I speak. Rose can be very nosey about my personal life which i understand, she is my assistant, so i guess if their is a person to tell it would be her.
"Well as i was saying... You need to be up around 10 tomorrow. Channel has invited you to a private fitting with their new fall line that nobody has seen. They want you to be the first person." Rose says while pointing and dramatizing her words to me.
I nod and look away.
I think for a second. Maybe i could bring Jude? If I'm allowed.
"Do you think i could bring someone to come with?" I ask rose. Hoping she says yes. and if she doesn't, I just won't go. It's not like they've never had me for a private fitting before.
"Yes, but you both have to sign an agreement that you guys cannot post anything about the line before it has been realized, talk about the line, or take pictures of any of the clothing." Rose says to me. I jump up and down in my head. Already knowing who I'm going to invite.
"Is that all?" I ask rose. It is very late and i hope she doesn't have anything else to talk about
Rose nods her head.
"Good Night y/n/n" Rose says while giving me a hug.
"Good night, Rosie"
Rose leaves my room and I sprint to pick up my phone and open Messages.
I text Jude if he would like to come. He respondes almost automatically saying yes with three hearts.
We say goodnight to each other and i put my phone down and go to sleep.
Next Day
I arrive at Channel Headquarters- We go through the back entrance to not be spotted.
Rose has already informed the people at Channel that someone will be coming to watch the fitting so they lead us to a Meeting rooms so Jude and I can sign the legal papers.
Jude arrives not long after us. He walks into the room and i immediately get up from my seat and walk to hug him.
We embrace each other lovingly.
I whisper in his ear "aren't you handsome."
We break the hug and he kiss' me on the cheek. I sit back down while he goes to shake the Channel representees hands and then sits down.
I can already see Rose looking at me with a smirk on her face.
We sign all the legal paperwork and discus the meaning behind the line and the significance of it.
"Well since all of the paperwork is done, let's go try on some clothes." one of the representatives says excited
"I know you will love them Y/n" they say
"Jude you are more than welcome to try on clothes as well. We have a wide variety of men's clothes from this line and would like to you try some on." they also say
They lead us all out to the racks and fitting rooms where Jude and I would be trying on clothes.
" Rose" I motion her over
"Can you tell them to turn on my playlist" I say to her with a smile.
Rose nods and goes to find a worker.
"Wow." Jude says and i turn to him with a confused look.
"You have your whole playlist here" he says surprised and smirks.
"Well when you're always here i Guese there is some perks" I say laughing as i walk to inspect the racks. I hear Donna Summers 'Love to Love you baby' over the speakers.
"Now shall we get started" i clap my hands as workers come and bring us wine and finger foods to eat while we try on the clothes.
"We shall" Jude smirks
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i'm just getting started 😈😈 no but the idol has changed me. That show was so wack but ep 3 was actually kinda good 💀 pt.3 should be coming out on Friday but im leaving for a trip for sports so i won’t be on my phone. So Friday is not guaranteed but it either Friday or Monday. I hope y’all l liked this 😍🫶
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pfenniged · 2 years
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Okay, when I tell you how much I love that Lewis Nixon married a Japanese-American lady after the war and they didn’t have any children and just traveled the world together living off his families’ riches... so good. 
Also, every time I hear more and more about Grace Nixon, I can see if Nix was half the person he was as portrayed as in the Band of Brothers miniseries, I see why her and Nix would get along so well (And why she was basically able to get a lifelong alcoholic who couldn’t get two marriages to work to straighten up, how she was able to manage to live through a literal internment camp, where she literally did the jitterbug and said she was lucky because her internment camp came with “cute boys,” and then how she joined up as a nurse to serve her country and prove her loyalty even though she was going to be a professional cellist in order to escape the camp). 
Like, she’s literally my favourite person in this narrative.
And if this doesn’t convince you, I found her obituary and the fact that this was in her obituary, A LEGEND:
“In 1956, Grace married Lewis Nixon. In marriage, Grace and Lewis had a wonderful, loving life. They happily travelled the world, listened to music, supported charitable causes, and raised pets—among them Anubis the cat, Nicholas the one-eyed dog, and Peter the rabbit—as well as feeding a neighborhood family of raccoons and the annually migrating Mr. and Mrs. Duck. Grace and Lewis often spent time with their nieces and nephews, teaching them cards and backgammon and playing for keeps over the children’s allowance money.”
First off, MR. AND MRS DUCK.
Secondly, TEACHING CHILDREN GAMBLING AND FUCKING PLAYING FOR KEEPS FOR ALL THEIR ALLOWANCE MONEY IM SCREAMING THATS SUCH A NIX THING
“CHILDREN HAVE TO LEARN SOMETIME” -a literal millionaire taking three dollars off a child-
(Also this is on top of the footage of her behind the scenes with Ron Livingston who played Lewis Nixon in Band of Brothers, and Grace flat out saying he was much more handsome than her husband, Ron Livingston trying to defer and be gracious, and be like, “No, no, THIS guy was the handsome one,” and Grace basically being like LOL NO I KNOW MY HUSBAND AND YOU’RE HOTTER THAN HE EVER WAS. A QUEEN.)
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imagines--galore · 10 months
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hello! i see you write for sherlock! i was thinking maybe serial killer!reader x sherlock...
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: M. Romance. Thriller. Murder. Fair warnings the story is going to deal with a lot of things such as sexual assault, murder, abuse, trauma, blood, death and a ton of other stuff. But don't worry! There is also plenty of pinning, lovey dovey, and all things romance crammed in this request as well. Also reader is more of a vigilante serial killer so…..yeah A/N: .............Holy ****! When I tell you my brain EXPLODED with ideas for this little suggestion! Erm.....also this got a bit long.......oopsies? I'm actually really proud of what I've written here :3 Hope you guys like it!!!!! Please tell me if you did!!!!
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You stood over your latest victim, watching as he tried to crawl away from you. You were at your leisure as you were aware that there was no way he would be getting away.
"You're doing the same thing she did Mr. Miles. She told me how she tried to crawl away from you after you beat her senseless."
You walked forward, not even bothered by the blood that smeared the floor as the man tried to get away. You stopped once you stepped on his hand, watching in satisfaction as he whimpered in pain as you attempted to break a few digits.
"Let me go. Please. Please. Let me go." You let out a little laugh as you played with the sharp edge of the knife that you were holding.
"Oh my! Word for word. Just like she said when you raped her." You allowed him to pull his hand back as he turned over to lie on his back, unable to get any further.
Probably due to the blood loss from where he had been castrated by you not more then ten minutes ago.
"Please, I have children." He begged to which you scoffed. "The children you beat. The children who's mother you raped and beat until she was put in the hospital."
You leaned down, grabbing the man under his arms and hauling him up into a nearby chair. The piece of furniture was the only thing in the otherwise bare and darkened room. The man cried out because of the pain, but remained upright.
You stood in front of him, eyes gleaming with a deadly fire as you raised your knife.
"They're better off without you Mr. Miles." He let out a sob as he stared back into your cold eyes, his own full of fear.
"Who are you?" He breathed, unable to look away from your face as you stood to your full height. The knife in your hand gleamed wickedly.
"Your worst nightmare."
When you walked out of the shed, his screams and pleas of mercy were still ringing in your ears.
Despite the fact that he had been dead for nearly half an hour.
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You sighed as you slumped into your chair, hand massaging the back of your neck as you blinked at the lights above.
"Long day?" Your closest friend at work, Mary, asked as she looked up from where she had been reading over a chart for a patient. "Try long week." You responded, allowing your body to stretch with your arms in the air to pop a muscle in your back.
"Its the flu season so mothers are coming in left right and center with their little ones." You added as a way of explanation, shaking your head at the thought of the many first time mothers you had helped calm down. To you it was a sign of good parenting, seeing them get so worked up about their child who just had a minor cold.
You glanced at your watch. Only a few more minutes before your shift was over. Maybe you could take the time to catch up with Mary. "So! You didn't tell me what happened with that handsome army doctor you've been going out with. Has he proposed yet?" You asked with a teasing smile as you cradled your chin in your hands, elbows resting on your knees.
She gave a little laugh. "Oh we're getting close to the proposal. His friend coming back put a little detour on his plans, but once their reacquainted he'll pop the question." You sighed in envy.
"Thats what I admire so much about you Mary. You're just so confident that he is." The woman grinned and threw you a wink. "Well he can't get any better then this, so of course he will be settling for the best."
Laughing lightly under your breath, you began to gather your things, making sure you didn't leave your phone behind as you had often done in the past.
Just then the small television that Mary had on for background noise burst into Breaking News. The both of you turned your attention to the screen as the anchor announced how yet another body had been discovered, castrated and left after the male died.
"Looks like we have a serial killer on our hand." Mary said in a soft voice, prompting you to purse your lips and nod in agreement. "Whoever this person is, they're really covering their tracks." You said as they showed the picture of the man you had killed a week ago.
Mary glanced at you, taking in the tense expression on your face and the way your eyes were glued to the screen. Reaching out she placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't worry love, the killer is only targeting men. And according to very credible resources that I have." She leaned forward as if she were sharing a secret.
"The men that were killed, they weren't really good men themselves. So far, every single one of them has had a rape allegation against them, which all of them dodged because of crummy evidence, bad lawyers, blackmail and money." You watched as she glanced at the screen once more. "My John and his friend Sherlock, you know the famous detective?" You gave a little nod of acknowledgement.
"Well they're both on the case since the Scotland Yard was having trouble finding the killer." You frowned. "But if they find the killer will they be sent to jail?" You asked to which Mary gave a small shrug. "Honestly, they're doing what the legal system could not, taking monsters out of the streets. But of course, the law won't see it that way."
You glanced at Mary before looking at the screen once again, now filled with the pictures of all the men you had killed.
"Yeah." You echoed. "They won't."
Which is why you did what you did.
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Sherlock was staring intently at the floor where he had laid out pictures, news-clippings, police reports, hospital reports, anything that could help him connect the victims with one another.
This killer, whoever they were, was not like anyone he had ever encountered before.
For one they were smart, smart enough to not leave a single trace of evidence behind.
Second they killed their victim in a place where the latter would frequent. Most of these locations were out of the way, making it convenient for them to be killed.
The only thing so far, that was connecting the victims, was the fact that they had an allegation of rape filed against them in the past. Sherlock had to dig really deep to get some of the files since they had been wiped from the system. He had a suspicion that it had something to do with corruption in the justice legal system, but he wasn't about to dive into that at the moment.
He could always send what he had deduced to Mycroft but perhaps later.
"Any luck?" John asked, walking into the flat with fresh Chinese take out. Sherlock didn't bother with a reply, his mind racing as he tried to come up with something, anything that would help him solve the case.
"Nothing. Nothing that would link all these men together other then the rape allegations for which none of them served any time." Sherlock was starting to feel just a little frustrated at the seemingly unsolvable puzzle. "Six victims in two months, all of them castrated yet killed off in different ways." He began to list them off. "The first poisoned, the second strangled, the third a knife through the heart, the fourth a bullet to the chest, the fifth a bullet to the head and the latest was left to bleed out slowly." The consulting detective glanced at the pictures of the dead men. “Can’t even trace the weapon back to the owner since they were all purchased in bills and were wiped clean of any prints.
"Obviously these were all killings fueled by revenge or justice, perhaps a mixture of sorts." He mumbled under his breath as John began to polish off the dumplings. "Because they were all castrated?" The former army doctor asked at which Sherlock nodded. "Whoever our killer is they're doing this out of revenge for perhaps what happened to them, or someone they love. And I am beginning to believe that this is the work of a woman."
"What makes you say that?" John asked, eyes going over the pictures of the victims dead bodies. "There is a lot of emotion behind these killings. And only a woman is capable of feeling something so deeply." Sherlock glanced up at the doctor who raised an eyebrow at him. "Don't let Mary hear you say that." He stated seriously, at which Sherlock waved a hand in a dismissive manner.
"It is only for this situation that I am applying such a hypothesis Watson. I am well aware of men over-reacting more then women do." His blue gaze turned back to the mind map in front of him.
“Like you.” The Doctor mumbled under his breath.
Moving to grab a box of stir-fry, John glanced at the hospital reports, that Sherlock had set aside, on the table. They were the ones the rape victims had given to the police when they were first brought in the hospital.
"Huh? Seems this girl went to the hospital Mary works at." He stated in an off-handed manner. "St. Gemma." Almost as if a string had pulled, Sherlock's head snapped in the direction of his friend. "St. Gemma?" All of a sudden, the detective was frantically riffling through the files of each rape victim. And in each file he found the same logo stamped in the right hand corner of the page of the same hospital.
"This is it John! The hospital! That's the link!" He waved the papers in the air as the puzzle pieces began to fall into place. "Every single one of these women were taken to this hospital after the rape, meaning our killer is someone at the hospital."
John frowned before shaking his head. "A serial killer working at a hospital? Don't be daft Sherlock, every person working there with a medical degree has taken an oath to never take a life." Sherlock shook his head. "It doesn't matter. We should have Lestrade screen everyone, from the head of the hospital down to the janitor."
He threw the papers in the air as he rushed to pull on his coat and scarf, nearly vibrating with excitement. John quickly shoved his chopsticks in the take out box of his half-eaten stir-fry and quickly followed after the already retreating figure of the detective.
"And with Mary working there, we have ourselves a man on the inside." Sherlock added as he bounded down the stairs.
"Woman." John quickly corrected him at which Sherlock rolled his eyes before hailing a cab.
"Semantics."
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If it were physically possible, your eyes would be flashing red with pure and utter anger as you tried to calm the near hysterical girl that had been brought it.
She was so young, younger then you at least. And she had just been a victim of rape. By two teenagers no less, from what she had told the story. You did your best to calm the girl down, getting her water to drink and even administrating some sleep drug into her system so she could calm down somewhat, after the police had taken their statement.
Taking out your phone, you quickly typed in the girl's name as well as he names of the two boys she had given. They were from the same school as she was, and God help them if they got away with the heinous crime they had committed.
You would be paying them a visit if they did.
Your mind was still reeling with the possibility of your next target, but for now you had to keep a calm and cool head. There would be a trial since there was more then enough evidence to implicate the two boys, but you had lost your faith in the justice system a long time ago.
It had failed your mother and then it had failed your sister.
And you were not about to let anyone else get away with ruining another person's life.
Not if you had anything to say about it.
Sighing to yourself you leaned against a wall, head in your hand, trying your best to take a calming breath before you were to speak with Mary. The two of you had decided on a little dinner date, and you were looking forward to just having some normal time with your friend.
"Mary! Lets go! I'm starving and if I’m not fed soon I will eat the next thing that comes in front of me." You said as you walked through the door of your shared office space. What you hadn't been expecting was another person just standing at the entrance, causing you to bump straight into them and loose your footing.
You would've fallen, if it weren't for the person, man, reaching out to catch you with an arm around your middle. Your own hands flew out to grasp his shoulders, in an effort to steady yourself.
Your lips were parted in a silent gasp, your eyes wide at being caught off-guard.
Y/C/E met blue and if it weren't for Mary calling out to ask if you were alright, you were sure you would've lost yourself in the varying shades of blue that you were able to pick up with just one look.
"I'm fine." You said, stepping away from the man, neither of you breaking eye-contact as you did. His gaze was rather intense, as if he were scrutinizing your every move, even the way you breathed. You raised an eyebrow in his direction.
"You know, when a person enters a room they are expected to move away from the door to allow other people to walk in." You stated in a dry tone, before turning your attention to the other two occupants in the room.
Despite the fact that you wanted to keep looking at the gorgeous man you had bumped into.
Mary was grinning like an idiot, prompting you to roll your eyes, knowing exactly what ran through her scheming mind. The man next to her stood with an air of authority and the stance of a soldier. "You must be Dr. John Watson. Nice to see Mary didn't just make you up." You said, reaching out to gently bump your shoulder against your friend who gave you an offended look.
He gave you a warm smile, and you instantly liked him as you shook his hand. "And you're Y/N Y/L/N, Mary has told me all about you." You grinned about to reply when the other man cut in.
"Yes, yes we would all love to sit around drink tea and play house guest, but we do not have time Watson." He sounded irritated, probably at being ignored by the woman he had bumped into.
Though he would rather gouge his own eyes out then admit he was effected in such a manner. You glowered at the consulting detective. "Nice to see you keep such polite company Mary." You said, prompting your friend to give a small laugh as she looped her arm through yours.
"Would love to stay and chat boys, but Y/N gets cranky when shes hungry, so I shall see you later." With that she began to lead you out of the room. "It was nice meeting you John!" You called over your shoulder to which he replied, "Likewise."
As for the other man, you gave him a once over that was almost dismissive in nature. "Holmes." Who else could it be other then the famous Sherlock Holmes.
He stood taller, returning your haughty gaze with his own. "Y/L/N."
The exchange was one that would be imprinted in your mind for days to come, as it would be in his.
Though it didn't stop Mary from teasing you about it all through dinner.
                                             ————————–
Your kill streak had died down. For some reason the legal system seemed to be doing what they were supposed to and putting every monster they encountered behind bars.
Perhaps your message had gotten through to them.
Either they take care of justice themselves or you would take it in your own hands.
The Castrator, the media had begun to call you once the details of your kills had been leaked. And it seemed your actions had given victims of rape the strength to come forward and name their attackers, which had led to a surge of people being either shipped off to jail, or being put under investigation.
Whatever had happened, you were feeling more like yourself then ever before. And you were beginning to live a somewhat normal life as well.
All thanks to Mary.
You hadn't expected her to become something of an older sister to you in a span of the few months you knew her. And yet here you were, happily helping her plan her wedding with John and enjoying every moment of it.
The two of you would go shopping, go over the catering, the guest list and everything else in-between. Of course John was always there. He was the groom and his opinion mattered.
Somewhat.
And then there was Sherlock.
At first he had been extremely moody and snappish, a trait he adopted when a case he was working went cold. That case being that of The Catrator. According to him, the killer seemed to have cooled off for now, prompting them to take a step back from killing.
However, that meant he would now turn his undivided attention to helping Mary and John plan the perfect wedding.
Plans over which you and him would butt heads on more then one occasion.
You would both fight both sides of the argument, bouncing facts and opinions off each other as if you had rehearsed it beforehand. Mary and John would stare, amazed to the very core as the two of you would start an argument before settling it yourself by giving logical reasoning. Sometimes Sherlock would win, and sometimes you would win.
Whatever it was, it was fascinating to watch the two of you interact.
Or flirt, as Mary had once put it, prompting you to throw a carefully folded napkin at her head.
                                             ————————–
The day Mary asked you to be her Maid of Honor was truly one of the happiest of your life.
You had embraced the woman within an inch of your life, before entering 221 B to share the news with John and Sherlock. Only to find Sherlock standing there in an almost catatonic like state, holding a cup of tea in his hand and looking at John as if he were a creature from another world.
"Whats with him?" You asked as you removed your coat to reveal the turtle neck dress you had pulled on that morning, paired with knee high boots.
John smacked his lips, barely looking up from where he was reading the news. "I asked him to be my best man while also stating that he's my best friend." Mary, who had stooped to give her fiancée a kiss to the cheek gave a light gasp.
"John! I told you not to break him!" She said, shock and amusement shining in her eyes as she turned her attention to the still Sherlock. Wanting to have your own fun, you peered at him as you stood beside him. "Think we can finally get a day's peace with him like that?" You asked, giggling to yourself as your eyes lightened with mischief.
Without further ado, you quickly raced off to his room, and after a few seconds of rummaging, walked out wearing one of his favorite dressing gowns. "You know I can see why he likes them so much. Gives him a more dramatic flare." You threw out the sides of the gown as if it were a cape, prompting both John and Mary to burst out laughing.
"It is called comfort, Y/N. And put that back." You scowled, pulling the gown off and throwing it in his face. He caught the fabric deftly before it had time to smack him in the face.
"So Sherlock? How does it feel to know you're somebody's best friend?" You asked, wanting to tease him further as you managed to sit atop the table despite the clutter.
"Ecstatic." He stated in a robotic tone, before moving to set down his untouched tea and striding to the living room to begin planning.
Your gaze flitted to the eyeball that was swimming in the liquid.
"Please tell me he drank from that." You said, your eyes gleaming with laughter as you glanced at John. His expression was enough to cause you to burst out into laughter as you followed after Sherlock in the living room.
You certainly didn't miss the way Sherlock blushed from embarrassment.
Though it did surprise you how much more pleasant and sweet you had been to the man. Oh, neither of you had held back on your arguing and bickering and reasoning.
Yet there was a certain softness to both of your tones, almost a tenderness to it that neither of you would admit was there.
                                             ————————–
Bridesmaid dresses.
The one item on your to do list as a maid of honor that was eating you alive. You had narrowed the colors of the dresses down to three, but you were still undecided.
Which was why you, Mary and somehow Sherlock were sitting in a bridal shop as you tried on dress after dress. Mary was giving you her undivided attention, while Sherlock was busy on his phone, most likely solving a case. Every now and then, when you would walk out wearing a new dress, he would make a negative comment about whatever you were wearing, making you try and argue back to which he would simply justify his reasoning.
And though you didn't want to admit it, he was always right.
Tired and a little grumpy, you exited the changing rooms in one more dress.
"What do you think about this one?" You said, giving a little twirl to allow the skirts of the skirt to flow about your legs. Mary gave a nod and smile of approval. Sherlock barely glanced up.
"The color washes you out."
Your temper flared and you practically growled at him as you snatched the phone from his hand. "Thats it! Everything is either too long or too short, or too conservative or not revealing enough, or the color washes me out or it makes my complexion seem dark." You poked a finger to his chest.
"Why don't you pick out something that you think will suit me and we can be done with this entire thing, because I'm getting bloody tired." Sherlock continued to look at you for a good few moments, but you didn't allow your gaze to falter as you stared back in defiance.
Finally he moved away, disappearing in the racks before returning with a dress within minutes.
"Here. Try this." He threw the dress in your direction, which you quickly caught and stomped off to try.
A few minutes later, having adjusted the dress to fit your body, you emerged from the changing room to stand in front of your friends. "Well?" You asked. You hadn't felt nervous when you had been trying on all the other dresses. But this was a dress Sherlock had picked out, and in the deepest parts of your cold heart, you wanted him to say something nice to you about it.
Mary clapped her hands in delight. "Oh! It looks beautiful on you Y/N." She said, smiling from ear to ear. You smiled at her before turning your gaze to Sherlock and looking at him expectantly.
He was staring at you, that much anyone could see. The intensity in his gaze caused you to shiver involuntarily, but you didn't look away. "It looks......acceptable." He finally said.
Mary let out a loud groan before lightly hitting Sherlock's shoulder. "Oh for God's sake Sherlock! Just tell the girl she looks gorgeous!" She exclaimed, noticing how your face fell just a little at the less than stellar compliment you had received.
Sherlock straightened as he frowned at Mary. "Beauty is a social construct. It’s based on society's ideas that have been ingrained into our systems and our psyches over time and have been accepted as the norm. I prefer to see Beauty as something that is in the eyes of the beholder." In the middle of his little speech you had moved to stand in front of him. Your gaze flickered to Mary, who seemed to give an encouraging nod.
You swallowed your nerves before speaking. "And what do your eyes beheld?" You asked, feeling shy and nervous at the same time as you met his cerulean gaze.
He looked back at you, with the same intensity that had been in your eyes when you had first walked out wearing the dress. He slowly stood so he was standing directly in front of you. Of course he had to tower over you given his height. But you found you liked it, as you tilted your head back to look at him.
"That you look ethereal."
The last word was barely out of his mouth before you felt a blush heating your entire face as you stared at him, stunned.
As if he had realized what he just said, and gathering his wits about him, Sherlock strode out of the shop. But not before he stopped at the window display in front of which you had been parading out in dresses.
Your eyes met through the clear glass, with a gentle yet hopeful smile playing about your lips. Sherlock's gaze seemed to soften as well as he looked at you through the glass. The moment only lasted for a few seconds before he walked off, leaving behind an ecstatic you and a stunned Mary.
                                             ————————–
You glared at the man in front of you before aiming a kick to his torso yet again.
"You raped her and then killed her to make sure she stayed quiet." Another kick, followed by a loud groan from the almost prone figure that lay on the carpeted floor. "You don't deserve an early death like the others did."
Another kick to his chest that sent him wheezing. You had definitely felt something move this time and knew you had at least cracked a rib. Still that did not stop you, not as you continued to kick him, your home-made steel tipped shoes allowing you to land one heavy blow after another.
You had already castrated him, now the only job was to finish him.
"You thought you could get away? That you would get off just because she died?!" The young victim had died on your watch. And despite knowing the man would go to jail given the evidence against him, you had snapped. He had stolen away the woman's life by beating her senseless.
Just like the man who had stolen your sister from you.
You stopped only once the man laid still. Reaching down with your gloved hand you pressed your fingers to his neck. Satisfied at the lack of a pulse, you pulled off your boots, and just as you had done with all other kills, you left the murder weapon at the scene.
Glancing down at the now dead male one last time with no sense of remorse in your gaze, you left his apartment.
                                             ————————–
Well the wedding had ended with no one dying.
Well someone had almost died but it had been a win since he hadn't died.
And as you watched Mary and John share a dance after Sherlock had dropped the startling news about Mary being pregnant, you felt as if your heart would truly burst from happiness.
Over the year since you had known the couple, you had begun to love them and see them as something of a family. Someone you were close to and adored with every fiber of your being.
And then there was Sherlock.
Sighing as you pulled on your coat, you wondered just what was it that existed between the two of you. He was perplexing, in the most intriguing of ways, and he challenged you every step of the way. Something that you loved, because you were a sadist when it came to making your life as complicated as possible.
Glancing one final time at the people still dancing at the wedding, you gave a small smile of content before stepping out into the night. It was Spring, but the temperature had dropped a little, prompting you to wrap your coat further around yourself. Thank goodness your heels were comfortable enough for you to walk without your feet hurting.
You had only made it a few paces when you caught sight of a familiar figure standing at the entrance of the gardens.
"Sherlock?" You called out, startling the man enough to cough slightly where he had been smoking a cigarette. "I thought you were going to get rid of that habit." You frowned disapprovingly at him, to which he simply shrugged.
"The situation called for it." He stated, crushing the butt under his shoe and glancing in the direction of the hall where the dancing was still going strong. You glanced in the direction as well.
"Are you referring to the fact that John and Mary are married, or that they are going to have a baby?" You asked, recalling a conversation you had with Mary at how scared Sherlock had been when it came to the change that would come in his life because of John getting married.
He didn't reply, opting to simply stand where he was and keep looking at the hall. Finally, you sighed. Gently taking his hand, you began to lead him away.
Throughout your short walk to the train station neither of you let go of the other's hand. In a way, it was a sad day for you as well. Just like Sherlock had lost his best friend, you had lost Mary. They would both be living a separate life now.
Leaving you and Sherlock behind.
As soon as you reached the train station, and settled into your seats, you pulled off your shoes and curled up in your seat. You were still wearing your maid of honor dress underneath your coat. The train ride would last a couple of hours, which was what prompted you to settle your head against Sherlock's shoulder, take his hand in yours once more, and slowly begin to drift off to sleep.
Unknown to you, Sherlock had only smiled slightly at your gesture, before resting his own head on top of yours and dozing off as well.
                                             ————————–
The Castrator had struck again, and this time, Sherlock was going to catch her for sure.
While at other times he would be fascinated by the game of cat and mouse him and the killer had been playing, after John leaving, he needed a win.
So he went over every single employee file that had been given to him, going over them again and again to try and find a connection between the rape victims and the killer. His gaze flickered to the end of the document.
And he paused.
He stared long and hard. Unable to believe his eyes and yet it made so much sense.
File after file he opened and there it was again and again.
Sherlock had solved the mystery of the who, now the question was - Why?
                                             ————————–
You stood over the CEO slipping the bottle of poison into your pocket as you moved to climb out of the window from which you had entered. You glanced back, watching in satisfaction as his body twitched and foam frothed his mouth.
In a few moments he would be dead.
And he would deserve it.
He was a pedophile. He deserved death.
Jumping down to the ground which was only a few feet away, you brushed yourself off and made to walk off when a rough hand grasped your wrist.
You gasped, raising your other hand to strike whoever it was when you stopped.
"Sherlock?"
The man stared back at you, and though his face was clear of all emotions, there was storm brewing in his gorgeous blue eyes. A feeling of dread settled in your stomach as you realized that he had figured out who The Castrator was.
And now you had to face him.
"I didn't want to believe it at first. Its why I came here without any police." He admitted as he finally let you go. The two of you stood in front of one another, gazes never wavering.
"How did you figure it out?" You asked, your voice soft.
"You were the attending nurse for every rape victim who's attacker was killed. It had to be you. There was no other connection." The look in his eyes made you want to look away, yet you couldn't. You owed him an explanation.
"I don't understand Y/N. Why?" He finally asked the question to which you glanced around.
"Can we go back to your place?"
You had fully expected him to tell you off for even suggesting it, but he only nodded.
                                             ————————–
About twenty minutes later you were sitting in John's armchair while Sherlock occupied his own. You removed your gloves, setting them aside as you turned you gaze towards the empty hearth.
"My mother was raped when she was twenty years old. They were never able to catch the guy, and she was too scared to actually take any action against him because he was rich and had the ability to buy out any lawyer she could hire. So, she stayed quiet, never talked about it to anyone, and when I was born, claimed that she had adopted me." You felt him shift where he sat prompting you to raise your eyes to look at him and nod. "Yes Sherlock, I was the product of that rape. A constant reminder for my mother that the monster had effected her life forever."
You bit your lower lip as you tried to keep those haunting images of your mother's face away from the forefront of your mind. "She had good days and bad days. I have a feeling the rape caused some long-term psychological disorder, but I learned to survive with them. My life was dark and I didn't have a normal childhood with the way my mother treated me. Though that all went away when she gave birth to my sister, Thea." You smiled softly as your hand reached into your shirt to pull out a small locket with the picture of a sweet looking girl inside.
"I know you're not one for sentiment Sherlock, but from the moment she was born, Thea was my whole world. I had found my reason to live. There were days when my mother couldn't even get out of bed and I would take care of Thea. I was only eight, but I knew what I was doing. I bathed her. Changed her. Fed her. Played with her. I taught her everything. From her first steps, to helping with her homework."
Despite the lump in your throat and a break in your voice, you continued. "She was the light in my life. And there were times when she could even drag mother out of bed and for a few moments we would be a happy family."
You shook your head. "But it was nothing but an illusion." You muttered, sighing with the intensity of someone who carried the very world on their back.
"I came home one day from school, and Thea wasn't back yet. It started to get dark and I went out looking for her." You paused, inhaling deeply as if physically preparing yourself for what you were about to say next. "I came back after hours, only to find the police at the door and my mother sobbing hysterically. Apparently Thea had been snatched on her way to school that morning. Her captor had held her for hours, raping her repeatedly before dumping her body where he had picked her up from."
Despite the raw emotion in your voice and your eyes, there was not a single tear. Since the loss of your sister you hadn't cried. You figured you didn't have any more tears left. Just a gaping empty feeling in your chest that you had carried all these years.
"And just like that she was gone. My sweet baby sister." You whispered, clutching the necklace tighter in your palm as you sighed deeply, running a hand down your face in a wearied manner. "Mother blamed me, said Thea had been my responsibility because I was older. Last time I saw her, she tried to throw a bottle at my head, saying I was the one who deserved to die, not Thea." A shuddering gasp fell from your lips before you continued.
"And I agree with her. I should've been the one who died." A steely resolve stole into your voice as you allowed your eyes to finally met his. "The police managed to track down the man who killed Thea. I sneaked into his house one night, just to see him. And while I was going through one of his drawers I found this." You nodded towards the pendant you were still clutching. Tight enough that the shape was embedded in your skin. "He had kept it as a trophy. I heard the door opening, and hid. He was getting back from somewhere and was drunk."
Pursing your lips, your mind replayed the scene in your head, though this time you could feel Sherlock's comforting presence next to you. "Something inside me just snapped." You whispered, as your mind's eye played the scene out perfectly with a younger you as a participant and your older self watching.
Watching how you grabbed a fire poker and stepped out of the shadows, taking the fire poker from the stand near you.
Watching how he stepped into your line of sight and your eyes met.
For that one brief moment, a horrible realization rose within you.
That this had been the face your sister had seen before she died.
You watched as a scream fell from your lips, the same moment you lashed out with the poker and hit him again.....
....and again....
.....and again.....
.....and again......
                                             ————————–
"Y/N?"
You gasped, panting slightly as you returned from reliving your memory. Your head seemed to be spinning as your eyes found Sherlock.
When did he come to kneel in front of you? He had his hands wrapped around yours, which were still clutching the pendant. You loosened your hold around it slightly, though Sherlock made no move to pull back as he continued to look at you.
You gulped. "I killed him."
Silence followed your words. Sherlock simply stared at you, his blue gaze piercing into the very dark depths of your mind and heart.
"Why did you start killing again?" He finally asked, wanting to hear it from you. You gulped.
"There was this girl who came in. Rape victim. She had slashed her wrists because she couldn't live with the fact that her rapist had gotten away. And seeing her lying there, I was reminded of Thea so much that I just ....." You trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.
You sighed deeply as you leaned forward, your forehead touching your clasped hands. The silence seemed to stretch on until finally you whispered. "Are you going to have me arrested now?" You asked the question that had been weighing down on you.
Sherlock licked his lips, though you didn't see it, given your face was still bent over both your hands as if in prayer, his face was one of sympathy and......understanding almost.
"A normal person would yes, but then I'm not normal am I?" You glanced up at him, a startled expression on your face as he continued. "As a self-proclaimed sociopath I believe I can ignore what you have done because according to the dictionary I have no conscience."
You couldn't help yourself as you made a disbelieving sound. "That is bollocks and you know it Sherlock, you're a high functioning sociopath, get your facts straight." You teased him, recalling the many many times he had been called a psychopath by others only for Sherlock to correct them.
"I have one question though Y/N." His gaze was........uncertain, when he looked at you, prompting you to frown in confusion.
"Did you become friends with Mary to get close to me, so that I wouldn't suspect you?"
His words caused your entire body to seize up and your eyes widened. Multiple emotions played about your face, too quick for Sherlock to deduce. You frantically shook your head, lifting a hand to rest it against his cheek.
"Sherlock, please believe me when I say that I truly had no intentions of doing anything like that." You took a shuddering breath before continuing in earnest. "Please you have to believe me. After Thea died and my mother disowning me, meeting Mary was the one bright thing in my life. Then I became friends with John and through the both of them I was able to meet you." There was a brief pause in your words, but gaze was unwavering, and your features schooled into a determined expression as you continued.
"I know you will never accept me for who I am and what I have done, but hear me Sherlock Holmes. Our meeting was entirely up to fate and she delivered. I have met you, spent time with you, laughed with you, adored you." You hesitated before finishing. "And I have loved you from the moment I saw you."
He was silent as you stopped speaking, allowing the words to sink in for the both of you. Never before had you bared your soul to anyone like you had to Sherlock. Maybe it was because you had tasted that sweet sweet nectar of friendship, love and acceptance. And you didn't want to loose it.
And Sherlock knew that if you did loose the life you had built for yourself, you would loose yourself as well.
And he wasn't about to let that happen.
Not on his watch.
You began to speak again, words almost tumbling out as you did. "And I know it might seem irrational to you and illogical, but I've - I jus-mmph." Your words were cut off when Sherlock placed a hand at the back of your head, and pulled you down to kiss you. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened comically.
The kiss was over just as soon as it had begun.
The two of you blinked at one another. You could still feel the tingling sensation of having his lips pressed to yours. And Sherlock? He had taken just a taste of a kiss, and he was already craving more.
"I will speak to my brother." He finally said. "And I will make sure none of those murders are traced back to you." You blinked, not having expecting that. His hand was still at the back of your head, holding you in place, though you weren't complaining. Not when your nose was brushing against his and you could feel his warm breath every time he spoke.
"And I will also make sure that the legal system doesn't allow these monsters to slip away. Mycroft is the British government, he can make it happen."
His gaze turned serious as he continued. "But you will not kill again."
A small laugh fell from your lips as you closed your eyes and leaned forward once more, though this time you rested your forehead against his. "I never wanted to kill anyone Sherlock. I just didn't know what to do. I didn't want those victims to feel helpless like Thea had felt in her final moments. And it made me feel helpless and....and alone." Your voice broke slightly at the end, causing a physical ache to form in Sherlock's chest, as if he could feel the pain you felt.
He loosened his hold on your hands, instead interlocking your fingers and keeping a firm grip.
"You're not alone anymore, Y/N." He reassured you.
This time, you were the one who initiated the kiss, allowing your lips to brush against his in an almost tender gesture. He reciprocated by returning the kiss with a slight pressure against your own. His tongue made a sudden swipe across your bottom lip, and he found the taste of you just as addicting as he did your scent, your laugh, your smile, your voice, your very presence.
You smiled at his eagerness, falling ever deeper into the embrace.
And as the kiss deepened, you could feel a small part of your shattered heart come together in one piece. It would take time for you to heal, but in time you would heal.
With him.
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Hi! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if I may request something for Father Figure Frank Castle? May I request Father Figure Frank Castle/The Punisher x Archer daughter reader (shes like Kate bishop) 100% platonic
Frank Castle
W/ Archer Daughter
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Reader: female
Type:Headcanons + short scenarios
Notes: Peter, Kate, Pietro, Clint and Green arrow Cameo
Warnings: none
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He actually thought it was funny at first
Seeing you with such a weapon,
But when he sees you use it
Frank's impressed none the less
And is also glad you can protect yourself
Goes to all your tournaments even if he's gotta hide a bit
Definitely helps you set up a scope on your bow
Only allows you to come along for "missions" if you stay far and out of sight
Haha bow Sniping time
Fought Kate Bishop and Hawkeye?
OH ABSOLUTELY
You wrecked both of them 101%
That was till you're all on the same team
You still rocked there shit though
"You're like...super cool and super good looking."
"Um." Y/n spoke, "thanks..."
Basically Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson but you got bows, and your not lawyers.
Still pretty cool though
I know Pietro, Kate, and Peter time lines don't all line up correctly but we gonna make it happen anyways.
Kate's 101% your best friend, and the only one you only get to talk about "work" to thats not Frank.
When it's just you and Frank you often watched from the roofs, snipping out any near by enemies
You don't exactly have the money to buy arrows or bows, so everythings hand made
He always patches you up after bows you were building snapped in half and right in your face
You're intials are carved into the bows and so are his.
Father daughter bounding; making weapons! Yay!
Yet another mistake in the teamwork section you're knocked over after knocking and arrow and groaning as you lay on you're back
"Bet you didn't see that coming" he laughed, catching a glimpse of the teen your age, he was handsome, but soon he was gone
"Yay..." y/n Groaned, "You better run pretty boy..."
"Y/n?" Clint asked, "What the hell you doing?"
"Pretty fast boy, double take...don't tell dad."
"White hair."
"Yep... " Y/n spoke sitting up, "nope gonna stay down."
So now your introduced to everyone.
You bet Pietro got his ass beat by Frank before though.
"Wait wait! You're in my bio chem class!"
"Peter Parker!?"
"Yeah! Hey!" He laughed nervously jazz hands in the air.
Great: there's more kids now
Clint and Frank being dads against there wills
But you'll always be Frank's #1 priority, it's not playing favorites- well- it's just different
Like burning building? You inside? Runs in
Bullet coming towards you despite having armour? Jumps infront of you
Will use your own bow against you if he has too
What? Found you and Pietro making out on a roof top?
Definitely shoots an arrow way to close to comfort, lucky shots.
You actually teach him how to use it just in case.
God your so bossy when you teach, he actually teases you about it.
He'll never be as good as you.
Archer Teir list:
The best of the best: Hawkeye/Clint Barton
Im basically the best of the best but too young: Y/n Castle
Im just right behind: Kate
Rather just not: Peter, Pietro
Would stab you with your own arrow instead: Frank Castle
What? What's that? Someone trying to make a move on your dad
Arrow
Thats all
Probally fought Green Arrow at some point
Eating things off your arrows, roasted Marshmallows, an apple you skewed, idk a hot dog.
Super unsanitary but you still do it
You're bow because its hand wood crafted by you and ur pops, has alot of carvings in it due to being board
You bet Pietro's initials and yours are carved in it with a heart
For you're birthday Kate actually surpised you with a super super fucking expensive bow
Frank won't say it; but damn did he love that wooden bow you guys made together.
Lots of good memories.
"Oh...kate. it's great but-"
"Oh! No! No! You don't have to use it! It's back up! I know your's is like super special!"
You're heart 😭
Peter also like made you web arrows, which your super excited about
And Pietro felt kinda stupid, he made this little beaded flowers for you for your bow.
You put it on right away and kiss him, but Frank drags you away as you complain.
Frank purposely separates you and Pietro
But now he's stuck between you guys making lovey eyes at one another
And you force him to stay there: he picked this battle: he lost
It's almost like a little family dinner real late at night at some crappy dinner.
You'd never think some wooden sticks and a stick with a string on it would get you so far in life, make you so happy
"Wow can shoot an arrow at a target from 1000 feet but cant make the paper goal."
You're determined to flick that peice of hard bacon inebtween Peter's little finger goal
And when you finally do it the whole tables celebrating you
"Thank you! Thank you! Kiss for the winner-"
"No-"
"Damn it!"
Yeah this is the life: even if it knocks you down sometimes. You're glad Archery's given you thr chance to built more upon the father daughter realtionship you have with Frank
After long missions you'll lay your head either on his shoulder on in his lap he tell you: "you did good kid. You did good kid" always makes you sleep easy
Say a bad dream happened: like you almost lost him, so you're 17 year old ass will go check on him and end up just sleeping in his bed with him he's holding you proactively
Even if you're 80 years old your still his little girl.
And he knows. He knows you can protect yourself, bow and arrow and all.
It doesn't stop him from wanting to protect you.
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sleepy-achilles · 8 months
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Show and Tell.
I am going to give a little bit of a summary as a warning. This is basically a story about the oversexualisation of Shawn and how it ends up happening to his middle child, Leon, as he gets older.
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Shawn wasn't stupid. He knew what fans said about him, How fans acted towards him and how it wasn't okay. He also knows he never helped by the way he acted or the things he did. But..why shouldn't he be confident or feel sexy? Why shouldn't he be allowed to have fun?
As he got older, technology got better.
He saw how the younger fans and well some of the more technological advanced older fans adored a younger, more fucked up version of him.
And yeah, it did suck to see all these videos and fanfics about a younger version of yourself being called hot and handsome and sexy whilst only a majority acknowledged your looks in modern times.
Taker told him he was being silly and to ignore it. And taker was normally right.
Taker hated it. He hated how the fans sexualised Shawn. He hated how Shawn never understood how wrong it truly was. How they touched him at shows, the things they said about him. How it ended up controlling shawns life, even now. He would force himself to be slim, force himself to look good every moment of the day. He'd often find Shawn upset in the hotel bathroom if he saw one thing out of place or if a haters comment got to him.
Shawn got older. Shawn saw what taker saw. Understood how wrong it was. It was never love. It was lust. Shawn hated how even as he got older vince still used his looks over his talent. How everyone did.
Shawn felt like a puppet.
Felt like a show and tell object.
And he prayed that he'd be the last wrestler to suffer at the hands of being a visual.
And he got his wish for a while.
Only a while.
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It crushed shawns heart when he saw the first headline.
Leon was only 15 when it began. Of course, Leon was a true child star. In the storyline since birth, in the ring the moment he could hold his own.
Leon was also cursed with the beauty and the boy didn't even know it. Not yet atleast.
Shawn frowns. "Whats wrong pa?" John asks from the sofa. "Nothing..just old news." Shawn lies. John just nods before making his way to the kitchen, were Leon and a young cassie were making lunch. "What is it?" Taker asks quietly. "Nothing. Truly." Shawn forces a smile. Taker would lose it if he read this. Shawn doesn't need that right now. He doesn't need Leon seeing it because of takers outburst.
'WWEs new young boy toy! Exclusive photos inside!'
It made Shawn feel sick. The boy is only 15.
Of course, shawn knew the moment he saw Leon he'd end up beautiful. He just wished and hoped that the outside world would never truly see it.
That their higher ups would never see it.
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Leon frowns at vince as the meeting continues.
Leon finally had his growth spurt. He was still a lean build but he finally had some height to him.
"Hes got some height to him now, the girls will love it even more" ric comments. Leon looks at the elders as they talk about him as if he's not even there. "The girls already love him. The scar added to his attractiveness." Vince comments, not even looking up from the script. "Maybe we expose him to the media more. It'll bring non wrestling fans in. Fill more seats." Eric suggests.
Leon's heart picks up. They truly can't be suggesting this?
Leon's eyes burn into a man he considers family.
"Thats...that's a brilliant idea!" Vince smiles looking up.
Leon's heartbreaks.
It's almost like he was just show and tell to these people.
Like he's not human at all.
Just a pretty face to fill seats.
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Leon got older, like everyone else. The difference is, he didn't age like humans. His face was older sure, but it stopped at 30 and never continued.
The fans and highers up loved it.
Leon?
Leon wishes he was ugly.
Leon glances down at the headline.
"You alright Lee?" Drew asks from the head of the table. Sheamus looks up from his breakfast to where the other man is stood, glaring down at his phone. "Perfect." Leon mutters. Sheamus glances at drew.
'Leon Michaels, WWEs hottest visual.'
Visual.
Leon despised that word.
A word that vince shoved on him from day one.
Even when he was teaming with his siblings, it was always; John is the leader, Cassidy the force and Leon? Leon the damn visual. His brother was labeled as the leader, the man on the mic. His baby sister was labeled the fighter, the charismatic one. And Leon? Leon was nice to look at.
He feels a sudden rage grow in him as he scrolls the article.
What about his talents? How hard he worked?
His heart stops as he stops at a certain part.
'The last visual to take the WWE by storm was Michaels own father, Shawn The boytoy Michaels. It became clear at a young age that Leon would take after his father Shawn and become the face of beauty for the business. And just like his father, he fills those seats everytime.'
Leon's eyes are wide with shock.
Did his pa know about this?
"Leon?" Drew asks. Leon looks at his boyfriend. "Are you sure you are alright?" Drew questions. "I have to find my pa." Leon whispers before grabbing his phone off the table and rushing out.
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"Sloppy. Cmon guys!" Shawn sighs as he watches the newest group of rookies wrestle.
The media didn't care about this.
They didn't care about this side of Shawn. They never did.
He shaved his head and all they cared about is if he still looked beautiful.
They came to the conclusion that Shawn managed to make it work. That he managed to still look hot.
Not that it mattered. WWE had themselves a new pretty boy. Shawns looks only mattered when he was in the public, or in twitters case, when a show wasn't to their liking.
Shawn looks towards the doors as Leon walks in. "Pa" he calls walking over, ignoring the whispering and stares from the rookies. "Morning Lee." Shawn nods as the man stops infront of him. "Do you know how the media talk about you? About us?" Leon asks holding his phone out. Shawn doesn't even look at it. He doesn't need too. "Of course I do. I always have." Shawn mutters, watching as the road dogg barks at the rookies to get back to work. "They always say the cruelest things." Shawn hums. Leon frowns as he lowers his phone. "We will never be human to them. Just a piece of art on display to them." Shawn explains. "And it doesn't help when the people who expose us to them refuse to protect us because they make a easy buck off it." Shswn adds.
Leon looks down at his phone.
'Shawn would go on to tease his fans with a risky photoshoot for playgirl.'
'Leon would go on to tease his fans when he decided to push his face into the modeling world. Photoshoots varying from fully clothed to boxer shoots.'
Leon swallows. "They are basically calling us whores for being comfortable in our own skin" Leon whispers. Shawn looks at him with a frown. "Better us than the girls." Shawn whispers. Leon meets his eyes, pain filling the two toned eyes. "It shouldn't be a us or them situation." Leon states. "I know. We know. But them? The outsiders? They never will." Shawn nods.
"Im not a product." "As long as your in the public? You will always be a product to them. A possession. There own personal show." Shawn breaks it to him. Leon shakes his head. "It isn't fair." "It never will be. But we can end the cycle. No. You can end the cycle." Shawn tells him. "How?" Leon asks. "Speak up. Speak out." Shawn states.
"You think it'll work?" Leon asks. "It'll get through to a enough people. They'll be your true fans. They will spread awareness about how you feel. How we all feel about it. And they'll fight with you." Shawn explains. Leon nods and looks at his phone.
"Why didn't you?"
"Because I was apart of the wrong generation." Shawn smiles before moving towards the ring.
Leon watches him and understands. He saw and heard how people felt about his Pa in the 90s. They either loved him or they despised his guts. He could ask for space and they'd find a way to turn him into the bad guy.
Leon didn't even want to imagine how badly they'd have ripped his pa apart if he spoke about how uncomfortable he was.
Leon doesn't even want to think about how they'd rip him apart.
He opens twitter and begins a new post.
Better to try than not at all.
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Notes
I'm tired
This didn't go how I wanted it to at all but as I got more tired the idea slowly left me.
But I like making mini posts like this to explain how certain things work in their universe. How they feel about certain things.
Obviously in real life Shawn is sexualised but it's not as bad as I obviously make it out to be here.
It just like to monsterfy the media and how they treat people like Leon and shawn.
I'm evil like that 😁
Also, Melanie martinez song show and tell is exactly the inspiration for this because its just the song that makes me think about Shawn and Leon the most.
I know I always point out that Leon is beautiful and he is the visual of the new generation and that's because we'll yes, it's true. They all know it and they aren't angry about it because it doesn't make them ugly. And whilst Leon accepts it I wanted to show that he too still has boundaries and that he too doesn't like how far this whole thing can go. Every positive has a negative. Leon's a visual, but that leads to him getting heavily sexualised by his bosses and the media for a quick buck, especially from a young age.
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titaniasthings · 1 year
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Rick Riordian has honestly surprised me over the past couple of years … however that won’t stop me from tearing him up.
Over my many rereads of the riordianverse, i’ve come to a conclusion on how the books are so well received.
1. Rick is really good at stringing together themes and narratives. The way he’s able to convey larger issues in his writing is very special and a reason why these books are long-lasting. There’s always something to think about. The way he portrays the oppression of children in these mythical settings that mirror our own allows for children and adults of may read the books to digest the ideas in a non-confrontational way. He also deals with topics like child abuse, war, and neglect really well. The special emphasis that rick puts on children in his stories and how adults fail them makes pjo one of a kind in my opinion.
2. Rick got really good at writing certain characters. Percy Jackson is probably the most widely beloved character to exist. I’ve never met a person who’s read pjo and not absolutely fallen in love with Percy. That is all due to Rick great writing of Percy. He’s lovable, dynamic, flawed, and so damn precious. Along with Sally (World’s Best Mother) Jackson, Nico (Everyone’s Favorite Emo) di angelo, and even Luke (the devilishly handsome and traumatized) castellan, rick’s ability to write these interesting and complex characters that near everyone can relate to. Hell! Annabeth who is arguably the most discoursed about character in the fandom is indisputably top ten girls in children’s media.
Now all of this is great and reasons why you and I love the Riordianverse but that shouldn’t stop us from recognizing where rick falls short and how the screen adaptations and be fixed.
1. I am not the first to say how bad rick’s world building is. It was barely good enough for 8yo me. It’s almost embarrassing how much rick has either forgotten or changed. Even more embarrassing how much of it is incredibly problematic. Like integrating the myths with history. Making Camp Jupiter Confederates, making H*tler a demigod, and ignoring the real life consequences that stem from these conflicts and making it seems like it’s just gods being silly at best horribly offensive. Im just gonna list the way ricks world building is 💩
Trying to make annabeth face misogyny due to her hair color while having a whole cabin of people who look just like her while also being the smartest.
Then making all children of Aphrodite seem dumb because they’re good looking
god’s don’t have DNA yet somehow all share physical traits with their children.
giving almost every kid of the seven powers even though earlier there was a whole camp of kids who didn’t have them
Camp Jupiter and New Rome as a whole
Time as a whole
The hunters are not just a place you put possible lesbians, rick
omg how the hell does the mist work
and so much more
It’s so frustrating cuz obviously rick wants to be flexible with his characters stories but like some structure would be great dude. It almost just takes away from characterization sometimes ( i could get into plot armored Percy but thats for another post(Justice for Jason and Hazel)). In conclusion, the show needs someone to definitively write down some rules and don’t break them!
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lilacponds · 1 year
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HE HE HO HO ZAREYL LORE
ok lets see where to start!! zareyl is drow who grew up in the underdark with a really abusive mother 😀 she raised all her childern to extremely strict standards with harsh punishments whenever they werent up to her standards (which was often). he was never allowed to leave the house so the only socialization he had were his tutors (which kept themselves distanced from the children), his older sister, and occasionally his dad (who was not allowed to dote on the children, but would sneak time with them against the mother's wishes). his dad actually teaches him how to play the pan flute and gives him his own flute as a gift <3
mom finds out about these stolen moments, and she is Not Happy!!! and to teach the kids a lesson - theyre around... i dont remember the exact ages, around 70 years old for Zareyl and 80 for his sister Inwyss? which in elf years is something closer to, idk, 15 human years roughly, to guesstimate. and she decides to just! murder her husband in front of the two of them.
thats the straw that broke the camels back for Inwyss - so she ran away. but Zareyl stayed, because they had two younger brothers - one of which was a literal newborn - and he was afraid of what would happen to them if he did. at least if he stayed he could make his mom focus her punishments on him instead.
so his life miserably goes on, making sure to be there for his brothers and show them the love and care their mom wouldnt. he doesnt speak a lot about their dad because hes scarred and it hurts, but he refuses to tell them it was their mom that killed him. and at one point, when he sees her focus start going towards his brothers as well, he decides enough is enough - he sneaks out of the house, bumbles his way to find some poison, and tries to kill her. spoiler alert, he is wildly ignorant about poisons, and barely had any money to himself anyways, so he just makes her seriously ill. terrified that she was going to kill him in front of his brothers like she did his father, he decides the best course of action for them is to do what his sister did and leave. he tells them he loves them and will be back one day, apologizes over and over, and leaves them the pan flute his dad left him, as a trinket and a promise.
so he runs away! and he goes to the surface, learns a lot about nature and some about people. eventually he gets recruited in this adventurer's guild, which was actually pretty defunct and him and the new people he meets are tasked, if they will, with bringing it back to old glory. hes like, fuck it, its something to do, itll help me actually have someplace to stay, and id like to help other people. (spoiler alert: we've been doing pretty damn good for ourselves!)
his group (the guild is divided in two groups usually, though the members of the group swap around from time to time - but theyve been with the same group for a few months at the start) has this particularly handsome tiefling, who isnt afraid to show his distaste for zareyl for the simple act of being a drow. and you know what, zareyl doesnt mind that! he finds his honesty disarming, in a good way. he has trust issues, and heres a guy that isnt afraid to let him know he doesnt like him, and whats more honest than that? eventually they get to know each other better and they become friends, and at this point in time zareyl has fallen HAAARD for him. there was a point in a mission where zareyl kind of fell unconscious, bitch almost drowned, and Quies (the tiefling) did CPR on him - except that Zareyl wasn't unconscious, just paralyzed, and so he thinks back to that fucking kiss every week of his life. they also slept together in the same bed once and Zareyl barely got a wink of rest.
they have also adopted a false god baby together. 🤭 everyone was like "its a FALSE GOD, the last one was burning people to a crisp, you should kill it before it grows up to be evil" and we were like "um actually, fuck you, this is a literal baby and we don't believe in the concept of 'youre destined to be this and it cannot be changed', touch this baby and youre dead". so his name is Sedd and hes being taken care of by someone they trust as we keep on adventuring and they dote on him when they are back at the guild
ANYWAYS his current mission? going back to his hometown, to get his brothers. he feels so much guilt over leaving them, and hes terrified of what has happened to them in the meantime - but with a good guild with a solid set of people he trusts as staff (and a few kobolds), he finally has a home for them to go to where they can be safe and grow up properly. so that's where he's headed, and he's terrified, but his friends are there with him to support him. (im lowkey hoping we get to fight and kill his mom, but that might be too traumatizing for the brothers, so we'll see)
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voidselfshipp · 1 year
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Howdy Jerico! I wanted to ask these:
Raleigh - limerance - gush about your f/o, no limits… but the catch is, gush as if its a message directly to your f/o. 
Yancy - foofaraw - do your chosen aesthetics line up well with your f/os? meaning, if the two of you were to say, decorate a home, would your chosen styles clash or compliment each other?
Mako - endive - if, under the circumstance, you were able to treat your f/o to a single, beautiful day without a budget, what would it consist of?
I hope this finds you in good cheer and good health!
Moxie @tex-treasures
Thank you sm tex!!!!. And your ask did help me to cheer up! Im on s2 ep6 of the//blacklist and I dont like the path donny is taking, but you asking this does help!!!
Okay with the questions then:
Limerance:
"Hey rals!, uhm I know youre probably a bit busy with helping herc and mako around the shatterdome but I wanted to tell you some things.
So uhm,first things first I love you!, I love you so much! Youre always just so kind to everybody, and you help the world even if the world has given you nothing but pain! Its admirable, really.
I also wanna say that I love your smile, I swear every time I see you smile my brain goes blank, you have such a beautiful smile, all kinds of smiles, happy smiles, playful smiles (Like the one you gave mako when she confused her room with yours) , nostalgic smiles, love filled smiles, sleepy smiles. They make me weak at the knees (dont you dare use this against me)
Also I just really love your voice! Its soothing and your accent...its easy on the ears. Youre also a total looker, like youre so handsome! That fluffy hair, those blue eyes, youre beautiful.
Thats all. Have a good day, te amo"
Foofaraw
Oh yeah our styles clash so much, I think yancy would decorate our house with the typical like. American decor, and my latin self would have so Many trinkets, probably things from my country.
Also my decor is all over the place, I try to make it look nice but theres gonna be nerdy stuff, bottles I think are cool,movie posters, yance would probably have posters of his jaeger and other propaganda like that.
We would both agree to a nice kitchen, kinda like those cool motorbike clubs with the wooden counters and the like. (Dont know how to describe it)
Endive
What would i do with mako? At first I think I'd go to somewhere nice to eat breakfast, cozy and calm, probably really well decorated. Then I think we would spend the day shopping for things that mako would like, books, posters, Nerdy merch, music,etc.
Then at lunch we'd go somewhere like a fast food place,or somewhere we've been wanting to go for a while, and spend the afternoon watching a movie or go to see a play.
At night a fancy dinner, dress up and have fun! Maybe a place on the rooftop to see the night Sky and have deep and meaningfull talks! Probably go somewhere to take a walk after, buy a snack if the walk gets too Long while holding hands. (Noooo I dont have a crush on mako, me? Please!) Maybe stop by a lake and just talk in quiet hushes about things only the both of us are allowed to know, hold hands and cuddle close, our heads pressing togheter.
"Aishiteru" she'd say to me.
"Thats a strong Word, I know it means deep love..are you su-"
"I am" mako would interrupt me, sounding incredibly sure of herself, her thumb caressing the back of my hand "I love you"
"Heh, yo también te amo"
"Wasnt aware we would flirt in our mother languages from now on" she'd tease,an audible smile in her voice.
"You started it!" And she'd know I would have one brow raised.
And then she would kiss me, partially because she wanted, partially because she wanted to win that argument.
Thank you so much for the ask! Have a nice day!!
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sipsteainanxiety · 2 years
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< MERMAN BAKUGO 3 i’m so so in love with the way you write him!!!!!! you’re so right about katsuki being the type to do things on his own terms, even when it comes to forming relationships. also these are my favourite types of slow burn, i’m super impressed with the detail & the research that went into this!! the one part that sticks out in my mind is the part when katsuki doing his sketches in the journal ( which in and of itself is a mind numbindly adorable concept, big merman bakugou hunger over this little sketch book like a little kid is so cute, i loved that imagery ) but the part that made me take a second to just be like, woah, was the bit when you went out of the way to mention how the pressure of his pencil markings changed the more comfortable he got with using it. it’s a bit strange now that i’m writing it out, especially since everything else about this was SO good and heartwarming <33 but it made me take a moment to rly appreciate all the finer details, even something as small as that contributes to how it comes together & i just think it was a brilliant touch. you definitely have katsuki pinned down, everything from the way he speaks to his mannerisms just seems so natural for his character & i love this interpretation of him! the way you describe him too is just !!!!!! just big & powerful but ethereally pretty with a handsome grin, got my heart racing man <33 other little details like the genus and species of coral were really interesting! i looked up each one which was nice to have that added visual aspect which made it all the more immersive. merman bakugou is one of my favourite aus ever and you did just such a brilliant job, hands down one of my favourite bakugou fics now! can’t wait to read more of this of its a series because i cannot get enough of the way you write him my heart is in a FRENZY <33333
AWEEE THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN <33 i’m glad you like it so much!! merman bkg my BELOVED i always want more fics for him but i’ve only seen like. 2 rly long ones out in the fanficverse. we need MORE!! the people are starving!!
admittedly it was lowkey rough thinking abt how he’d react to certain things. there were actions i wanted reader to take and ways i wanted bkg to react but i couldnt add them in bc it was just too early in their relationship yk? like. for instance, i wanted to add in a part where reader would towel off his hair for him so tht the water from it wouldnt drip onto the sketchbook but bkg would NEVER allow that and it seemed to early to let that happen. thats okay tho there will be other opportunities in the future✨✨
i am SUCH a sucker for small details so it makes me happy that you noticed them!! i wrote in that pencil bit after i did the doodle of the sketchbook at the end of the chapter so i was like ah yes, rough harsh lines and angles. it suits him anyways.
i did a lot of research for this fic in general LOL i wanted it to seem as legit as possible. admittedly some of the scuba diving details will probably not be all too accurate but the reefs and the experiment stuff should! i love the ocean and i did take a few classes that helped out with some of the more sciencey details!
i’d been writing bkg fic since 2018 so id hope that his characterization would be spot on LOL sometimes i go back to my older works and im like… ew i wrote that? but i definitely feel like i have a more solid grasp of him now LMAO merbaku with his pretty face and scarred arms 😌✨ i lov he
but yes thank you for sending this in!! im rly rly happy you enjoyed the first chapter so much!!! it only gets better from here!! 💞💞
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xtrablak674 · 5 months
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But Is It Vanity?
[This is my job right here, to get the children to think about the things they say and the assumptions they make. And to do it in a way that isn't humiliating, shameful or generally off-putting. I do think its the one quality as an Uncle, Titi, Titi or not-parent that I am very good at, if I do say so myself.]
M: You have a high opinion of yourself and your appearance. That is a big sign of vanity, especially your worth. Vanity refers to appearance, opinion and self worth. You have large amounts of pride in all of those. Dressing nice isn’t a sign of vanity, talking about it and showing it off is.
A person that dresses like you but doesn’t take photos or never brings it up would not be considered vain. Your extensive photos can count as showing off. It’s not a bad thing to be vain. You have a high opinion of yourself. Good for you, be confident!
T: Buenos tardes sobrino, you're analysis is very curious to me, because I'm un-partnered, all my parents are dead, and I don't have children of my own. So, who is necessarily supposed to document my existence, or the fact that I was even here? Now do I share photos with maybe less than six people, its probably like five, yes I do.
Let me tell you where I don't share photos anymore, not on Facebook, I shut that down. I've used Instagram stories to post my different looks in the past, but I'm not doing that anymore. I'm not really here to perform for folks or allow them to live vicariously through me. #LiveYourOwnLife
I dress nicely because I like to look nice, I could actually go without sharing the photos because I'm documenting myself primarily for myself, because at the end of the day I don't think anyone really cares.
If there's no documentation, did it really happen? Did I exist, did I leave a mark, did my life have value? Is thats self-absorbed, or vain, or full of myself, to want to be remembered or recalled, or is that human?
M: I don’t view you as self absorbed or anything nasty like that. You’re handsome and you’re happy with that, which I think is awesome. I’m sorry if I came off as rude, to myself the term vain isn’t something negative, as so I just viewed it as a trait like any other. The documentation of yourself is fair, at the end of the day I know very little of whom you communicate with or what so I could only comment on how it came off from my perspective.
T: Which is fair.
I used to broadcast wider, but that no longer felt authentic, many of those folks couldn't care less if I took another breath. And those who were vicariously living through my life were also leeches in my opinion, so I cut them off. Now I share with less than five folks, those rare moments when I actually leave the house.
I also share with my microblog, with its three followers, which will be my personal eulogy about my life in my own words after I am gone, well for as long as Tumblr is online which may be less than ten years, you never know.
I remember being jealous of this girlfriend who always had photographers around her documenting her life and accomplishments and I said to myself, I will be my own historian documenting my own life, because no one else is. No one may ultimately look or care, but maybe one image may survive beyond me, and maybe it will bring a smile to someone, or inspire them to become their own fashion icon.
I am a pariah in my life, the last one left behind with few still alive who are even concerned about my well-being. Documenting good moments is a way to say, hey I still matter, and I have something to offer even if no one is partaking. I find happiness in the unadulterated celebration of myself. #💌
M: That was really well written. Thank you for sharing that with me Titi❤️
Sometimes the young people forget that their elders have as much below the surface life as they do, we are full human beings with depth, doubts and concerns about our mortality. Approaching the challenge with love is all we can do in reminding them or teaching them who we are.
[Photo by Brown Estate]
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somedaytakethetime · 2 years
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Heyhey, I hope youre doing well altho, I guess you werent that happy with the whole last match week either. 😑 I havent watched any matches of Kaspers new club yet but I check the results. So they barely qualified for that European league thing but dont look too good in there own league, maybe Kasper should of checked out this club more thoroughly before going there and not relied on there name being a sign. 😩
To be fair I can’t complain about Milan they won most of their matches and were never going to win all 38 so thats perfectly okay. They even played well and won today but I just had to watch back some parts of the match to make sure I didn’t imagine that. 😆😆 Especially at the beginning of each half they looked a bit asleep but I guess Bologna were just bad. But I really dont get why they buy so many players for positions that already have 2 or 3 options, what do they need 50 defenders for they should get someone who can cover for the midfield back pair, I already dont like how Sandro is playing the 90 minutes every match even when he doesn’t appear fully fit altho maybe I’m just over protective when it comes to him, or not maybe thats 100% the case. 😅😅 But he already missed the first match because of an injury and ofcourse I want him on the pitch as much as possible but would be almost okay with him sitting out some matches over the season because he also looks so outrageously pretty watching in his sexy smartass glasses. 😍😍 Not too many tho, he can always coach Milan in sth like 20 years and look handsome on the sideline then. 🙂💕
I’ve been checking up on Insigne for you, he’s back and played really well today and also scored a goal. 🙂 Toronto even has another italian that I had no idea about, Federico Bernardeschi and he scored too, how are there suddenly so many Italians in this league?? Maybe I should watch it more but theres really not enough time for everything! 🤯 x
~S.A.
Hello hello!! I hope you have been well too friend! My clubs were specifically made, by the Demon himself, to cause me suffering and pain. So far with Nice I've gotten three red cards, only one clean sheet and MANY near heart attacks watching.. seeing the second leg of the play-offs for the Conference League nearly had me in tears. I almost died when Beka Beka scored that second one, I was so happy I couldn't believe my own two eyes had seen that with my own two eyes. Leicester has also kept on clowning.. the one match that they apparently did decently wasn't even televised so I didn't get to see Iversen, my other Danish keeper roll, defend penalties 😭😭😭
I have to watch Milan back later tonight yesterday I kept up with the scores only and was tickled to see they scored twice one for my own child and one for the big French Daddy, love that for Oli 😌 SANDRO LOOKED AMAZING IN THOSE GLASSES AND I DIE ON THE HILL THAT HE SHOULD *ALWAYS* WEAR THEM!! Not during matches off course, but every time he's not training? Everywhere he goes? I WANT THOSE GLASSES /ON/! I don't understand the transfers either, but this window has been a confusion and a nightmare so it's really hard for me to understand even 1/8th of the guys each team has brought in and WHY LORD?? EXPLAIN!!
GO MY LITTLE SHORT KING GO!! I'm so happy Insigne scored!! Also.. BERNA WENT TO THE MLS!?? WHAT?? WHO ALLOWED THIS!? Then again I'm happy you can peep on Berna from time to time he's... easy on the eyes you know? 👀😏
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Do you have a whole freaking 50 minutes to spare? Great! Because this video is 50 minutes long!! 
But, in all seriousness, Happy birthday @impatentpending! Hope you have a wonderful night, and enjoy this thing I made! This is like an audio book ig, but with bad pronunciation and stuff. You can listen to it in the background or follow along on Ao3! Here’s the link: And Then There Was None
And here it is! A playlist because I don’t know how to make this work
Btw! Check my happy bday elena tags to see what I frickn went through to make this. Speaking of tags, I think Ms. said something about saying what I thought of the fic and I just put it in the tags. Spare everyone the rambles
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“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers
♡ summary-  after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?
♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)
♡ word count- 9k
♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.
♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq​ for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia​ @untaemedqueen​ for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks​ and @hongism​ for the perusal and help in writing this!
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Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.
He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.
Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.
Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.
“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.  
You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”
“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”
You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.
“I’m at our park.”
Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.
“Give me five minutes, okay?”
You nod, even though he can’t see you. 
“Okay.”
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Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.
He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.
You still look so beautiful.
And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.
He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.
“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.
He sniffs haughtily. 
“The trash added character.”
Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.
“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.
He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.
“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”
You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.
“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”
Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.
“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.
“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.
“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.
Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.
He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.
“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”
“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.  
“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”
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As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.
You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it. 
“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water. 
He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk. 
“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.” 
Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo. 
“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?” 
You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above. 
“You call Jimin a prince?” 
Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband. 
“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.” 
You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?
“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.” 
“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.” 
You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own. 
“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.” 
“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.” 
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Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid. 
It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom. 
The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed. 
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The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it. 
Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can. 
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“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”
Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone. 
The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway. 
He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk. 
His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read. 
He just matched with YOU. 
His best friend. 
His secret, lifelong crush. 
He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it. 
YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!
He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen. 
JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?
You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other. 
Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message. 
JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀
Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone. 
A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend. 
YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies
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“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone. 
Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion. 
“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”
You huff. 
“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”
Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband. 
“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.
There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line. 
“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”
You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend. 
“It’s nothing!” 
“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.” 
“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”
“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.” 
You roll your eyes. 
“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”
“I’ll be expecting your call later.”
“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”
“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”
You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.
“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.
You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.
So, why do you care so much about what you wear?
You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.
Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?
The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.
You shake all thoughts off. 
No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.
You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.
Perfect.
With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.
JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!
ME: See you soon!
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Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.
Is he too casual?
He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.
Maybe it’s too much.
Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.
Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.
He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.
He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.
It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.
You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.
“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.
He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.
You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams. 
“Jungkook?”
It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.
“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.
“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.
“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.
“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.
“Oh?” He asks, taken aback. 
In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.
“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”
His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly. 
“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”
The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”
A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.
“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures. 
You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.
“Well, are we going?”
Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.
But he resists.
“Let’s go!”
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You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen. 
But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more. 
Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is. 
But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork. 
Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.
And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you. 
It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause. 
“What’s up?” He asks curiously. 
Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner. 
You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours. 
“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”
Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own. 
Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to. 
As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.
“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.
Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.
“What? We were going to get ice cream?”
You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.
You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.
“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.
His body stiffens.
“Okay, let me walk you home.”
You shake your head, already moving away from the man.
“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”
He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.
Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.
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You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.
“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.
“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”
“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.
“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.
“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator. 
Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.
“We’re on our way over.”
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Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.
Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.
Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.
“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”
Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.
“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”
Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.
“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”
Jimin nods knowingly.
“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”
“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”
Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze. 
“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”  
You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face. 
“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”
Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”
Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”
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Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.
You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.
Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light 
speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.
“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.
Ouch.
You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.
“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”
Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest. 
“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”
“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”
“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”
Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.
“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone. 
“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”
You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.
“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”
“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.
He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”
“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”
He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.
“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”
“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”
“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”
You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.
“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.
He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.
He can’t watch you run away from him again.
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“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”
Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.
“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”  
He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.
The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.
“Hi Kook.”
The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.
It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others. 
Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.
Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.
“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.
The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.
“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”
He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.
“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”
He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park. 
“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”
The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too. 
“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”
He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.
The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.
“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”
The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.
The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.
“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”
The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth. 
“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”
His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm. 
He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.
“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”
Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.
Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.
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The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.
It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.
It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing. 
Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.
Maybe it was too late.
You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it. 
“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”
“You should have brought a jacket.”
The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face  down the intruder.
Jungkook.
He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.
He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.
“You came.”
He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.
“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.
“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”
He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”
You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.
“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.
“Every word.”
His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.
“Why did you run away?” Another step.
You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.
“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”
One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck. 
“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”
You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”
All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes. 
“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently. 
“And I promise to never run away from you again.” 
Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel. 
“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself. 
“I would like it if you would.”
As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again. 
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“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with. 
“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing. 
“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”
Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss. 
Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.
“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip. 
“Really? I couldn’t tell.”
He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours. 
“You’re such a little smartass.”
His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly. 
He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed. 
“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?” 
You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement. 
“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.” 
Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited. 
“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle  his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs. 
His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge. 
“Oh fuck,” he breathes. 
“Feels pretty real, huh?”
“Y-yeah.” 
Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more. 
“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.” 
Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable. 
One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan. 
“How about this? Not a dream?”
He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water. 
“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”
You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently. 
“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue. 
“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue. 
You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets. 
“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”
He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully. 
“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.” 
He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body). 
Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are. 
“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”
Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down. 
“Still dreaming?” 
He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire. 
“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.
You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes. 
“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”
Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart. 
“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”
His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout. 
His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.
“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?” 
His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.
“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug. 
Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing. 
“I plan to find out everything.” 
Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.
“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.
“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.” 
He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss. 
He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you. 
“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.” 
Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body. 
He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.  
He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands. 
“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.” 
His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation. 
“You’re so pretty. So perfect.” 
He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.
His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.
One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.
“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”
His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.
“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.
“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”
Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.
“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”
He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.
“And I need you, my love.”
“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”
Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.
“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off. 
He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.
After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air. 
“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”
You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.
“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”
He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”
“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”
He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”
A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.
“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”
“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”
Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.
“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.
“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”
Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.
“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”
“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”
Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.
“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”
Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.
“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”
He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.
“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”
You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.
“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt. 
He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.
“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”
The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation. 
“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”
A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.
He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.
“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”
With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.
“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”
You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”
His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion. 
He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.
Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.
After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.
“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”
You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.
“All yours.”
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“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship. 
You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.
You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.
“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”
Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.
“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”
Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”
Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister. 
You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.
“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.
“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”
Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.
Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.
“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”
You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.
“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”
Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.
“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”
You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.
“Sure, Kookie.”
He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”
Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”
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