#was so instantly sure he was serious about her that (to put the most generously trying to believe it possible spin on this)

[statementlou]

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#so just to recap the story so far as I believe I am meant to understand it: louis met a girl #was so instantly sure he was serious about her that (to put the most generously trying to believe it possible spin on this) #within a week he took her somewhere public enough that they were likely to get papped and articles written #noted that the paps were there and went ahead and held hands for pics insuring that that would happen #and then was like okay well see ya babe going back to the UK #Oli's really homesick he misses the pudding a lot I gotta jet #see ya... sometime idk

[foxy-eva]

Rite of Passage

Summary: Spencer is home alone with his daughter when she gets her period for the first time

Request: Spencer and Reader are married. They have a teenage daughter who gets her period for the first time (initially requested to @imagining-in-the-margins)

Pairing: Technically Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader but it’s mostly about Spencer and his daughter!

Category: Comfort, Fluff

Content Warnings: mentions blood, menstruation, period hygiene, cramps, female anatomy and biology, crying, food

Author's Note: I wrote this for @/imagining-in-the-margins Kid Fic Writing Challenge! 

Masterlist

Sunday mornings always brought a certain calmness with them. Spencer was still half asleep when you kissed him goodbye, leaving for a little day trip with your friends when the sun was barely up. 

Spencer mumbled something that should have sounded like I love you before he closed his eyes once more, looking forward to some father-daughter quality time with your wonderful kid Marie. 

That was until he was awoken by shrill screams coming from her room. 

You were long gone when Spencer jumped out of bed, all of his years working with the FBI having him expect the worst. He rushed into his daughter’s room, finding her sitting in her bed, a look of horror spread across her face. 

“Are you okay!?” Spencer almost yelled when he reached her bedside. 

His daughter slowly shook her head while pulling back the blanket, revealing small blood stains on her pajama pants and the sheets. It only took Spencer a split second to realize what was happening. His facial features softened instantly. 

He thought he still had a few more months, maybe even another year, until this would happen. He had also hoped that you would be home for this occasion, certainly handling this a lot better than he ever could. 

“Oh sweetie,” he cooed while sitting down on the edge of her bed. “I think you got your period.”

Instead of saying anything, Marie just buried her face in her hands and started wailing. Spencer wasn’t sure if she was still in shock or if the general discomfort made her cry. 

“It’s okay. It just means you’re becoming a woman.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he wished he could have taken them back. He hated the thought that his little girl was actually growing up more than anything. And it certainly didn't help in this moment. 

Without thinking about it, he did what he was most comfortable with and started rambling, “We talked about this, do you remember? It means that your uterine lining is shedding which results in the discharge of blood through your–”

“Dad!” She cried. “Please stop talking about my… you know! It’s weird!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll stop.” 

His little girl wiped away some tears from her cheeks before muttering, “Where’s mom? I wanna talk to her.”

Spencer sighed. He would have liked nothing more than to be able to let you take over right then. “She already left for her day trip. She won’t be home until six.” 

This explanation only led to more crying. Spencer reached out his hand to offer comfort with a gentle touch on her arm but Marie shied away from him.

“I feel gross,” she whined. 

“Why don’t you hop in the shower to get clean and then change into fresh clothes?” 

It seemed like he finally said something helpful. Her sobs simmered down as she got up from her bed to walk over to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Spencer quickly changed the sheets and put out some clean clothes for his daughter before disappearing in his bedroom.

He let out a loud breath as he reached for his phone to call you. Before you could say anything, he blurted out, “She got her period and won’t stop crying and I don’t know what to do!”

“Oh my poor girl! Is she with you right now?” You wanted to know. 

“She’s in the shower. Can you please come home?” 

You knew that he wasn’t being serious. A quiet laugh escaped our mouth before you said, “Don't be so dramatic, Spencer. I’m sure you're very capable of handling this.”

“I told her that her uterine lining was shedding. It was not helpful,” he sighed. 

“Yeah, maybe hold off on the biology lesson for now. You know where my pads are, right?”

“Oh yeah, right. She's gonna need them.” Spencer paused for a second. “Oh god, what if she wants to use a tampon? I can’t explain that to her. That conversation will make the both of us cry.” 

“Give her a pad for now, those are self-explanatory. I can talk to her about tampons later if she wants.”

“Okay, okay, yeah. She just turned off the shower, I gotta go!” 

“Good luck! And stop panicking!” 

That was easier said than done. Spencer almost jumped when he heard Marie knocking on the bedroom door. 

“You can come in!” 

His daughter, tightly wrapped in a bathrobe, stepped into the room. She had stopped crying but still seemed upset. Spencer’s heart always broke a little when he saw his little girl in discomfort.

“I’m still uhm…bleeding,” she whispered. 

“Yes, that's gonna last a couple of days,” Spencer replied with a soft voice. He disappeared in the master bathroom for a second to get a pack of pads. “Here. Do you know how to use them?”

“I’m not an idiot, dad,” she snubbed.

The tone of her voice gave away how irritated she was. Usually Spencer would remind her to be more respectful but decided to let it slide this time. 

“I know, Mimi. I just wanted to make sure,” he said instead. 

The use of this nickname for his daughter was yet another reminder of a time that seemed so long gone right then. Marie had trouble pronouncing her own name as a toddler so she’d say Mimi instead. Spencer loved it so much that he stuck with it ever since. 

Without saying another word, she disappeared in her room. Spencer rubbed his temples for a moment before getting ready for the day himself. He decided to give his daughter some space and prepare breakfast in the meantime. 

He was focussed on not burning the chocolate chip pancakes he was making when Marie stepped into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you,” she mumbled. 

Spencer turned his head to smile at his daughter. “It's okay, sweetie. I know you aren’t feeling well.”

She placed her hands on her lower stomach and muttered, “It hurts.”

“Here,” Spencer said as he reached for the hot water bottle he had already prepared. “Heat has a proven effect on relieving period cramps.”

“Thank you.” 

A timid smile appeared on her face when she realized her father was preparing her favorite breakfast. She stepped closer to catch a glimpse of the pan while chirping, “Chocolate chip pancakes?” 

“You know I’d do anything to make you feel better, Mimi,” Spencer spoke in a soft voice while offering his daughter a hug. 

This time she accepted, tightly wrapping her arms around him. Spencer was relieved that he didn’t mess up yet another thing. Marie was very bright and realized something Spencer had thought about earlier, too. 

“Wait,” she said as she stepped back. “You always make mom her favorite meal when she’s in a bad mood.”

“You have a lot in common with your mother, “ he explained. “I figured I should try what works for her.” 

“Now you’ll have to deal with two cranky girls in the house,” Marie laughed while taking out two plates. 

“I really don't mind,” he sincerely replied. “I can’t imagine what it’s like to have all kinds of uncomfortable side effects during your period. Taking care of your mom – and now you – is the least I could do.”

After a moment of silence she said, “Earlier you said that I’m becoming a woman now. I thought about that when I was in the shower… What if I don't wanna grow up yet?” 

“I don’t know if that helps, but… You’ll always be my little girl,” Spencer responded while filling both plates with pancakes. 

“So you’ll still watch Disney movies with me?” 

A wide smile spread over Spencer’s face as he took the plates to walk over to the couch. “I was hoping you'd ask!”

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[shepherds-of-haven]

I have done my due diligence as a ShoH fan and scoured the blog and Patreon for the answer to this. Searching for every term I can think of that might yield me the answer I seek, and reading all of the Q&As (yes, every single one), yet to my shock it seems no one has asked an all important question: How weak are the Shepherds - including Halek - to MC's puppy eyes? If it isn't too much trouble, it would be lovely to know in both the crushing and relationship stages. Thank you so much! You are awesome and I love this game so much! <3 (The closest I've come to finding an answer is from this Ask A Character Day from 2018 for Blade: https://www.shepherdsofhaven.com/post/181334587366)

Ooh thank you so much for your diligence, I really commend it!! 🙏💖 I also found this one, but you're right in that it seems like this question hasn't been answered before! :) I don't think there's much difference between crushing and relationship stage for this one, so I'll just answer in general:

Blade: 8/10 effectiveness, probably 9/10 in a relationship? It really depends on what the scenario is! If MC is in a shop and is like "I really want this but I'll need to store it in a communal closet because it won't fit in my room 🥺", he might put up a token resistance or try to point out why it's a bad idea, but he'd fold pretty quickly under the pressure of the puppy eyes and be like "tch........... fine" like 8-9 out of 10 times lol! He might make a big show of buying it for them and carrying it for them and setting it up for them with a long-suffering world-weariness or exasperation/annoyance/reluctance (like 😑), but anyone who knows him well enough would know it's just theater and he's just trying to act tough to mask the fact that he's happy to make MC happy LOL. However, puppy eyes wouldn't work in more serious scenarios, like things that would make him truly uncomfortable or break the rules or put MC in danger, things like that!

Trouble: 10/10 effectiveness, he pretty much folds instantly to whatever MC wants anyway, they don't even really need to use puppy eyes because he'll move heaven and earth to do whatever they ask anyway LOL

Tallys: 5/10 effectiveness, Tallys thinks the puppy eyes are cute and she tends to be indulgent towards MC, but I don't think the eyes themselves would be what sways her opinion on something one way or another?

Shery: 10/10 effectiveness, Shery is already eager to please MC so the eyes would just KO her and make her look away and blush! They probably wouldn't even really be necessary, I can't think of any scenario where MC would have to beg/plead/persuade Shery of anything she wasn't already willing to do for them lol, unless you're a MONSTER who takes advantage of her kindness by making her do your paperwork for you or something...

Chase: hmm I'm not sure about this one: I can't think of any scenarios where Chase would deny MC something in the first place, he seems usually happy to indulge them in whatever they want? Like if they're like "could you buy this 🥺?" done. "could you do me this favor? 🥺" sure, sure, sunshine, anything for you. He just has a general attitude of lax, benevolent indulgence and an easygoing "sure why not, i don't give a fuck about consequences" mode of being, so I don't really know of any times when MC would have to use puppy eyes on him. He's already going to agree to most anything you want! So I guess... is this like a 9/10 or 10/10 scenario? I just feel like the puppy eyes themselves don't have any effect on whether he'll say yes or not lol, he'll think it's an amusing expression but not all that necessary?

Riel: 2/10. he has no respect for the puppy dog eyes. If you want to persuade him of something, use your words, or outmaneuver him and outsmart him or something! Relying solely on a manipulative, watery-eyed look like that's going to change his feelings on the matter is half-insulting. He'd rather you try to manipulate him in other ways LOL he'd find that more respectable! He's more inclined to say no if you do use puppy dog eyes purely to discourage further use of them! 😂 But I'll still give it a 2 because there are still some times it might work lol

Red: 7/10 crushing? He's pretty susceptible to the puppy dog eyes and liable to cave to them, but not so much so that they're always guaranteed to make him budge. He'll have to look away and grit his teeth and put up a resistance, but he is capable of doing so if he thinks there's a more reasonable course of action to things! Then again, he is also pretty susceptible to peer pressure and campaigns of persuasion, so maybe this is really an 8/10? Funnily enough, I feel like the effectiveness might decrease once in a relationship, because by then he'll have built up an immunity to MC's tricks lol!

Ayla: 6/10, she's pretty stubborn but also finds MC pretty cute and hard to resist and also doesn't have much experience in resisting puppy dog eyes in general! I can imagine MC looking at her from a vendor's stall like "🥺 we could buy these fish and move them into our room..." and Ayla would bare her teeth like "RRrgrgARRRHG FINE." Like experiencing cute aggression lol. But it wouldn't work every single time, and would really depend on what the situation is, so that's why it's a 6!

Briony: 9/10, she's sobbing and crying in the face of MC's puppy dog eyes like "😭😭 okay!!! whatever you want!!!" She'd find them very hard to resist and is usually happy to do what MC wants, anyway!

Lavinet: 5/10? I think she'd be more susceptible to puppy dog eyes if they were coming from friends, but from her romantic partner, I don't think they would have much sway on her opinions or decisions; she'd probably just pat his cheek and be like, "That's cute... but my mind is made up, darling!" It just doesn't seem to have much effect on her, but she's usually happy to indulge MC anyway, especially if it's important enough for them to ask her about it, so the puppy eyes typically aren't even necessary!

Halek: 8/10? As we can see in Chapter 8.5, when MC literally simpers at him to carry them across a puddle... It's pretty effective when he likes you (though he'll roll his eyes and groan and grumble and grump about it), but it's actually a huge turn-off if he doesn't like you or doesn't know you that well!

Thank you for your very kind words and for the question! :)

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[flanklurker]

This just running through my mind What do male VP agents do when F (reader) get catcalling ?? I got that today and it’s just made me frustrated.

For real anon, I’m so sorry this happened to you cause it’s awful when it does. Pls rest assured that no one in the Valorant protocol would let that kinda thing slide. Hope you’re doing okay now xx

Male VP Agents x Fem!Reader: if you get catcalled

Breach

Breach’s care for you is only matched by his explosive personality. As soon as he catches a whiff of a shout or whistle, his eyes flare, veins pop and he just about charges over

“What the hell did you just call her? You feel brave enough to say that to her face? You’re gonna say that to her?”

Of all the agents, probably one of the two most likely to straight up start a fight. He definitely grabs them by the shoulders, and most thinking people would yield and apologise at that point. Otherwise they will end up on the ground. Breach is a seasoned criminal, he doesn’t lose street fights.

Once he’s finally satisfied that the threat is gone, definitely comes back over as fast as he can and his demeanour changes instantly to concerned and gentle.

“You okay? Sorry about that, some people don’t know how to act and it’s bullshit that you have to deal with it. I got you, yeah?” Grabs you in the biggest bear hug, like he’s scared of letting you go.

Brimstone

Whoof they’re about to get disciplined.

As soon as he hears something, he cranes his head over, and anyone who’s said anything will know they’re in for it as soon as they make eye contact

Brim shoots you a quick, reassuring smile and a clap on the back before walking over, calm but imposing

“You-er, say something about my lady friend there champ?”

Anyone who isn’t stupid enough to apologise to the massive figure looming over them is about to get a serious talk. He gives them a chance to let the words sink in, levelling with them about respect and generally not being a dick.

If they still don’t yield or they try to get physical, Brim puts his years of service to use by neatly sending them on their way.

Once he’s back over, he’s fussing over you, ruffling your hair and generally just placing himself between you and the world for a bit.

Chamber

Chamber is not stupid. He knows what’s a compliment and what’s grossly inappropriate.

Seeing you freeze up dislodges something within him

One rendezvous by you, one by them. The catcaller gets a voice right in their ear. “That’s no way to speak to anyone, let alone someone like her. A grave mistake.”

Before they can respond, a flicker sends Chamber right back to you, now standing between you and the caller. His back fully to the guy, he turns to look at you

He’s putting a brave face on it, but you can see the rage prickling quietly behind his eyes. “Let us go, ma belle. They are not worth your time.”

He brings you in for a chaste kiss, arm encircles your waist, and uses the rendezvous for a speedy exit.

The caller will get a shock when they get home to find a business card lodged in their jacket. On the back in an elegant font are the words “fuck off”.

Cypher

With the passive programs he’s constantly running in any public place, Cypher knows the catcaller’s IP address before he turns around.

Having lost loved ones before, Cypher is hyper-alert around you in public. His eyes fix yours, and instantly he sees that this has gotten to you as much as you’re trying to hold it back. His arms go up almost involuntarily to hold your shoulders for a second, makes sure you’re safe, then he turns around to face the asshole

“You should not be talking like that while you have left your second wife Vanessa to look after little Billie and Charlie while you went on a -shall we say- business trip my friend. I am sure Kingdom would not take to kindly to one of their regional branch managers using work time to sleep around in a different city with a younger woman.”

The catcaller is speechless. He looks like he wants to cry

Cypher continues by rattling off his three previous addresses, bank account number (including offshore redirects) and social security number. “The walls have ears my friend. You should shut up more and listen to them.”

He hurries you home after this, and practically doesn’t leave your side for the next week, peppering you with kisses and holding you close at every opportunity

KAY/0

For a moment, as bad as you’re feeling you would have thought Kay/0 had short-circuited. It almost distracts you from the initial shock of being cat-called.

Then you can almost hear his internals whirring as he processes the gravity of the situation. The visualisers start to turn red. You don’t know they did that.

“Uhh… Kay? You doing okay?”

“Negative. Hostile spotted on visual sensors. Preparing to engage.”

“He was just catcalling, I don’t know if…” you trail off. It was pretty shit, actually. This seems to snap Kay/0 out of his spiral for a second, and he takes a moment to grab you and assess your disposition.

Kay holds your shoulders. “Negative. That kind of behaviour is hugely damaging and objectively bullshit. Nothing about that is justifiable. He needs to know, and he needs to never do it again if he values his vitals. Unless you say otherwise, I’m preparing to engage.”

Happy enough for Kay/0 to do his thing at that point, you lean into a quick hug, and watch as the caller starts to bolt it as a literal giant killer robot starts marching towards him. You don’t think he’ll do it again.

Omen

Ohohoho. Ufufufufu. You’re not an easy target, you’re a highly skilled agent. Omen marvels at the fact that people feel entitled to say shit to you, just because you happen to be pretty.

Instantly, his voice is in your ear. “Did you want toooo, or should I…?”

When you don’t offer your usual dry remark, it gets his attention. ‘Shit, this really got to her.’ It almost hadn’t occurred to Omen that you’d be bothered by anyone so insignificant, but as soon as he sees your frustration he’s ready to make it hurt.

He flickers and whirls around you for a second, cupping your cheek in his hands. “A moment please, then.”

Fade may be the resident haunting expert, but Omen is the OG. Suddenly, the catcaller’s world is dark. There are voices in his ears, ranging from whispers to screams. He’s caught off balance, and can’t really do much but stumble around and apologise.

Omen offers a sharp kick to the back to send him on his way, materialising by your side.

“I don’t think he’ll be doing that again, my love. But let’s eat in and have a quiet night tonight.”

Phoenix

“Nah cause did he just say that?”

Phoenix turns to you. “You hear this guy? He said that?” Seeing your deflated expression, this man is pretty livid.

Phoenix’s first instinct is to wrap you tightly, shielding you from the catcaller and calming your racing heart a little. It makes it a whole lot easier to block out the rising stress when your very own solar core is right there.

“Want me to go over there?”

You think for a moment. “Mmhm. Please, if you can…”

Phoenix reluctantly releases you from the embrace, and strolls towards the guy.

“I’m gonna give you ten seconds to give me a good apology that I can relay back to her. Uh-uh, not an excuse. A proper apology. Go.”

The guy legs it, and Phoenix comes back over to you.

“Hey, you right? I got you, yeah? No one talks to you like that, not ever, and especially not on my watch.” He doesn’t stray far from your side after that, getting you back home and ordering in your favourite for a chill night of movies and cuddles.

Sova

Oh you just know that Sova’s keen eyes and hearing have located this guy before you can even comprehend what’s going on.

Immediately, he tenses and looks over to you. Seeing you tense up and grit your teeth only serves to reinforce the quiet rage bubbling up in his chest.

“My love.”

“Sasha”

“This man should be taught a lesson, no?”

“…I think so, yeah.”

“One moment please.” He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and turns to walk over to the guy.

Towering over the catcaller, he very simply says; “not her. Not anyone. You never know who might be watching.”

This guy is absolutely not going to try your tall, beautiful partner. He bolts.

“Now come, my love. Let me look after you this evening.”

Yoru

So remember how Breach was voted one of two most likely to start a fight? Yeah, here’s the other one.

As soon and I mean as SOON as Yoru hears any kind of bullshit coming from that guy’s mouth, you practically have to hold him back.

“Yoru, my sweet boy, listen to me. You remember what happened last time you got in a fight yeah?”

“Hmm? Yeah they dealt with the hospital.”

“Yoru, Brim dealt with the bill.”

“… So? This guy said shit, you think I’m just gonna stand there and watch you take it? Worst comes to worst, he dies. Back soon.” He presses his lips to yours, brushes your hair out of your eyes, and then jogs over to the guy with a none-too-friendly look on his face

God forbid the guy try to square up. If he does, Yoru has him on the ground embarrassingly quickly.

Satisfied with his work, Yoru brushes himself off and flashes back to you. You can tell by his heaving shoulders that he’s still furious, and when you wrap your arms around him he draws you into a fierce hug.

The two of you let your heart rates settle back in, as Yoru slowly relaxes back into your embrace

“Ryo..? You doing okay there buddy?”

“Yeah. I just… hate that people think they can talk to you like that. I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

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[meili-sheep]

So this is from our good friend 🐱 anon! And while this isn't like specifically harem, I'll probably cover the Harem and extras. And we'll start with Nation so

Mondstadt!

So Albedo. Would instantly start asking diluc questions and start performing tests. For Hexenzirkel Mom Diluc, Albedo probably tries to see if there is something from Diluc's mother at play. Probably test Klee's strength as well, just to be safe. He probably starts looking for a connection between pyro energy and physical prowess as well. So he would have a rather mundane reaction and just go into him being well Albedo.

Now for Eula. She's probably heard about former Captain crazy strength but most likely dismissed it, thinking it was just an exaggeration. Then he flips a fucking Ruin Grader. She probably has just a moment. I mean, I can't blame her, though. I'd need one too. Specially because right after, he'd go into sweetheart mode and start asking if she's ok. And generally acting very sweet and kind despite the fact HE JUST FLIPPED A FUCKING RUIN GRADER. Of course, after such an embarrassment like this, she will need a little revenge and make sure Diluc knows who's top dog.

Now main ships outta the way, let's talk about Venti. Because you can't tell me that either Ragnvindr or the Red-Haired warrior could do the same thing. And it's something Venti rather casually forgot. In general, he forgets that Diluc is his equivalent to Zhongli's General Alatus, like if Xiao was more chaotic and had an issue with authority. And Flipping a Ruin Grader would be a very good reminder for Venti.

Moving on, I also want to briefly mention Rosaria and Kaeya. Mostly because Rosaria knows Diluc has a lot of surprises, but she was not expecting that. And Kaeya. He's been dealing with this bull since they were kids, so just them at the bar, and Rosaria is just still stunned.

"He flipped. A whole. Ruin Grader..."

"Really? Glad he's still in condition then."

"Huh? What do you."

"I once saw him hug a boar when we were kids... He hugged it so hard he broke the poor thing's ribs. And would not stop crying about it."

Liyue

Starting with Zhongli. He'd probably have the most normal reaction out of everyone, and that's probably because. Zhongli sees himself as a normal human, or he wants to. So weird like that he is very used to playing it off as normal human things. He really does applaud Diluc's form, though. Probably makes some suggestions.

Now to Xiao. This would really be a heartthrob moment for Xiao, tbh. And he's gonna deny it like his life depends on it. Like NO It definitely wasn't hot that his human boyfriend flipped a whole ruin grader over his shoulder! Definitely not! And he still probably frets over Diluc after words and makes sure he didn't get injured.

So Yelan is getting put here because I see her and Ningguang and friends of Diluc. I particularly see them as members of the underground network. And Diluc doesn't report to either. He respects them a lot. They both would be incredibly impressed, but here is the thing with these two. They see Diluc as their "cute" junior. So despite having taken down a Ruin grader with his bare hands, he now gets cooed at by these two women telling him how proud they are. It's embarrassing but he can't do anything but take it.

Now on to the others. And here is my favorite underrated dynamic, Diluc and Yanfei. She is his lawyer, and no one can tell me otherwise. They are both the more serious of the Pyros and the only ones who can control the chaos. But ummm. Yanfei forgets Diluc is also chaotic. And after seeing him flip a Ruin Grader, She probably starts working on a damage claim argument centering around Diluc being unable to control his ridiculous strength. She did end up using it. and it did keep Diluc out of jail.

Inazuma

Thoma, much like Kaeya, grew up with Diluc's bull. So he isn't really surprised when he sees Diluc flips a ruin grader but probably offers him a snack or something afterward, making sure he's ok and didn't strain himself or anything.

Now I'm putting Ayato and Ayaka together. Because, well, I imagine that Ayaka is constantly dealing with a love-struck brother. And this would be another case. And this would be a case where Ayato would start in on how of course, Diluc is the strongest because Ayato only like the best of the best and has the most incredible tastes, and Diluc is simply the greatest. And Ayaka is in shock that a human can even do that, and everything her brother is saying is just going in one here and out the other. As she just sits there stunned and makes a mental note to make sure no one upsets Master Diluc.

So Itto is a hype man. And this would send him into overdrive. While his whole gang is just stunned, they just have to go along with what Itto it telling them because, well. That guy just took down a ruin grader barehanded. Like yeah, Itto can do that. But he's an oni... but Diluc... Diluc's just supposed to be a regular guy.

But after the shock wears off. They totally join Itto in the hype team and praise Diluc to the sun and back. He is very embarrassed about it all and well.

Sumeru

Al Haitham. You can't tell me it doesn't work out like he does it mostly to stay healthy. But he's probably stronger than people give him credit for. But seeing Diluc do that...

That's a whole different level. He probably pulls a little bit of an Albedo and goes into investigative mode. But, um, a little more creepy and just watches Diluc in his daily routine. Probably ends up coming to the conclusion that Diluc... mostly likely has some supernatural ancestry that he's managed to inherit and levels it there.

Kaveh. He'd nearly have a heart attack. Like he would deal with it in phases.

Stunned silence.

horny

realization of horny

a bit of shame about the horny a bit of embarrassment about the horny

acceptance of the horny

simp

So as the newest Bully Memeber, I gotta put Tighnari here. And let me say he would go mildly Albedo but then start probably going feeding Diluc weird plants and testing them with Diluc's strength. And they would become a chaotic NIGHTMARE.

Now Dehya is another Big Sis I give to Diluc. And I can not tell you how proud she would be. I mean, she would instantly suplex him to assert dominance, but that's ok She's still proud.

#🐱 anon #rosaria #kaeya #venti #yelan #ningguang #yanfei #ayaka #tighnari #dehya #diluc harem #albeluc #albedo #haithamluc #al haitham #ayatoluc #ayato #chiluc #childe #euluc #eula #ittoluc #itto #kaveluc #kaveh #thomaluc #thoma #xiaoluc #zhongli #zhongluc

[sourwolf-sterek32]

Rock Bottom

Summary: Jonathan finds you out by the quarry after discovering the cuts on your wrist.

Pairing: Jonathan Byers x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: major talk/description of self-harm, cutting and depression.

A/N: Look after yourselves first guys. If this triggers you, please don’t read this.

I have posted an Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove & Steve Harrington version of this already. Please comment other characters you’d like to see because ‘Rock Bottom” is becoming like a same fic but different comfort characters kinda thing

The thing with depression is that it has a floor. A rock bottom. And finding that floor is like a blessing in disguise.

When you hit it, that rock bottom, nothing can get any worse. Life is as shitty as it can possibly get. It feels like you should stay down, to just wallow in that misery, but you find a reason to get up.

You always find a reason to get back up, no matter how hard it is.

Whether it's your parents you get up for, maybe it's a pet, a friend or maybe it's just for the sake of finding out what happens tomorrow. But, you get back up. You always get back up.

Lately though, it's been harder than usual.

"Hey, sweetie." Joyce greeted when you walked through the front door of the General Store.

She was leaning against the counter with a bright smile despite seeming very bored due to most her regular customers now shopping at the new Starcourt Mall across town. 

You gave her a friendly wave before ducking down into the medical supply aisle and grabbed a couple bandages. You paused for a second, mustering up a smile before walking back to Joyce. 

"Morning, Joyce. Just these ones thank you." You said, placing the bandages on the counter.

"Of course, that'll be six fifty." She replied, placing the bandages in a small paper bag. "Did someone at home get hurt?"

"Oh, no, no. Just stocking up our first aid kit." You easily lied with a smile that you knew didn't reach your eyes.

Joyce's brows furrowed a little as she looked over at you, seeing straight through the lie.

"You doing okay?" She asked, her voice turning soft but serious and you nodded. "Y/N-"

"I'm fine. Promise."

It was clear that Joyce wasn't buying it. She had become like a second mother to you ever since you and Jonathan had started dating. She knew nearly everything about you, the two of you had become close, but she didn't know about the scars across your thighs or fresh cuts under your sleeve.

The bell on the door ringed as another customer walked into the store, stopping Joyce from asking any more questions.

"Oh, hey, honey." She called out, looking over your shoulder at the customer. "What are you doing here?" 

"You forgot your lunch this morning. Thought I'd drop it off."

You froze recognising that voice instantly.

It was Jonathan Byers.

You and Jonathan had been dating for a few months now. Joyce wasn't too sure about it at first. She knew your family didn't have the best reputation in town, but she quickly warmed up to you when Jonathan first bought you home. She treated you like a daughter and Will practically referred to you as his sister. It was nice. 

Jonathan was a sweet guy. A little shy and sometimes dorky, but in a cute way. He was unlike anyone you had ever met, but you had been avoiding him lately. You didn't want Jonathan to see you like... like this.

Sure, you could fake it. Put on a bright smile, and laugh, and joke, and pretend everything was fine. You've been doing that for years, but you were just so exhausted. It was easier to avoid him rather than pretend that everything was okay.

Taking a deep breath, you masked your expression and turned around to find Jonathan walking through the doors, his face lighting up when he spotted you.

"Hey, baby."

You smiled, "hey, Jon."

He walked over to you, cupping the side of your face with his hand before kissing you gently. For the first time all week, you found yourself genuinely smiling as you kissed him back.

"I haven't seen you around lately." He said, pulling away, his hand falling to your shoulder. "You're not, like, avoiding me or anything, are you?"

"No, no, no. Of course not. Just got some shit going on. Been busy."

You could feel Joyce eyeing you cautiously from the counter, but you kept your attention focused on Jonathan.

"You sure?" He asked hesitantly. "I-I haven't done anything wrong, have I? If I have, just tell me and I-"

"Jonathan, you haven't done anything wrong." You hurriedly reassured, stopping his worried words. "I've just been busy."

He didn't seem to believe you and you knew he was going to try and push the subject. But, you were in no mood to talk about it.

So, you turned back to Joyce who quickly looked away, acting as if she hadn't been watching the whole thing. You rolled your eyes and placed a few bills on the counter and grabbed the paper bag.

"I just came to buy these. Have a good day, Joyce."

She nodded, "you too, Y/N."

You glanced back at Jonathan and gave him a gentle smile. "I should get going. I'll see you later."

Not waiting for a response, you turned and walked out the store, making a beeline for your car that was parked out the front.

"Y/N, wait." Jonathan called out and suddenly his hand was grabbing your wrist, stopping you.

You let out a pained hiss as his fingers grasped your sleeve. The fresh cuts beneath pulsing in pain and you were pretty sure one was starting to bleed again.

"Shit. Sorry, sorry, are you okay?" He asked, instantly letting go. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm sorry."

He hadn't grabbed you hard. If it weren't for the cuts, it wouldn't have hurt at all. Jonathan was never violent, especially not with you.

If anything he was overly gentle, always afraid that he might hurt you by accident, despite you constantly reassuring him that you weren't some fragile piece of glass.

Although, right now, that was exactly what you felt like.

A fragile piece of glass. Glass that was already cracked and damaged, and on the verge of shattering at the slightest touch.

"You okay?"

You realised that you had taken too long to answer and quickly nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm fine."

You knew your voice didn't sound convincing, but you gave him a reassuring smile anyway. Jonathan stared at you for a moment, those beautiful brown eyes full of worry.

"Why are you wearing a hoodie? It's like 85 degrees out."

Shit.

"Uh, I've been inside most the day. Didn't realise it was so hot." You lied easily with a shrug of your shoulders.

Jonathan didn't say anything for a few seconds, his eyes glancing down to your sleeves before an uneasy expression washed over him.

"Show me your arms."

You blinked in surprise, "w-what?"

"Your arms. Show me your arms." He said again, taking a step forward.

"Uh, no." You said, simultaneously taking a step back. "Why?"

Jonathan sighed, "please, just show me your arm."

You held his gaze as he raised his eyebrows at you impatiently before you lift the sleeve of your right arm that you knew was bare.

"There. Happy now?" You asked, shoving the sleeve back down. "I gotta go."

"Your other arm." He quickly said before you could walk off. "Show me your other arm."

"Jonathan, I love you, but no fucking way."

"Y/N-"

"No." You snapped, hating the way your voice broke as you blinked back the tears burning in your eyes.

Fuck, why were you on the verge of crying? Hadn't you cried enough over the last few days?

"Everything okay out here?" Joyce's voice suddenly called out.

She was standing in the doorway of the store, holding the door open with her foot and looking between the two of you.

"Yeah, I was just leaving."

You were relieved to hear your voice sound semi-normal as you turned on your heels, refusing to meet Jonathan's eyes that were glued to you before you climbed into the car and sped off down the road.

-

The drive to the quarry was a blur, both figuratively speaking and literally because the tears wouldn't stop flowing.

You parked the car and climbed out taking in a deep shaky breath of fresh air before leaning against the hood, overlooking the quarry in front of you.

It was boiling outside now that you were sitting under the sun, so you yanked the hoodie up over your head and laid it over your lap with a heavy sigh.

The cuts along your inner arm were now in full view as you looked down in disgust. The skin was painted with a mixture of fresh and old cuts, some healed and scarred, others bright red and still bleeding sluggishly.

You covered your wrist with your hand and squeezed, welcoming the pain as the fresh cuts started to sting, but it wasn't enough.

The pocket knife in your jeans felt like it was burning against the fabric before you reached into your pocket and pulled it out.

Your hands trembled as you flicked the blade out. Dry blood still staining the stainless steel as you pressed the tip of the blade against an unmarked section of skin on your wrist.

Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes as you sliced through the skin like it was butter. Bright crimson blood instantly rose and trickled down onto the hoodie in your lap.

You watched the droplets fall. The cut stinging as the outdoor air blew against it and you closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself.

The pain grounded you.

It was fucked up, you knew this was fucked up, but you couldn't stop. It was the only way you knew how to cope with everything.

You needed it. You needed the physical pain to drown out everything else, because for those few seconds with that blade against your skin, your mind was at ease. You weren't thinking about anything else, you weren't feeling anything else and you liked it.

That's how you knew you were really fucked up, because you liked it. You actually liked the pain.

The sound of a car door startled you out of your thoughts. You snapped your head towards the noise so fast, you nearly gave yourself whiplash when you saw Jonathan climbing out his Ford.

Fuck. Fuck. Fucking, fuck.

You tucked the knife back into your pocket and pressed your inner arm against the hoodie in your lap trying to hide the blood and cuts.

Jonathan walked over to you and you turned away, staring out at the quarry wishing he would just leave.

"Y/N-"

"Please, just go." You said, barely even recognising your own voice.

"And leave you here to cut yourself?" He questioned bluntly.

Yeah, you thought.

But, you didn't say that out loud though. And Jonathan didn't leave.

Suddenly his hand was on your shoulder causing you to flinch, not realising how close he was.

"How'd you know I was here?" You asked, breaking the silence.

"Mum said you liked to come here when you want to be alone."

Well, he didn't listen to the 'alone' part.

You tilted your head up at him, but he didn't look at you, his wide eyes glued to your arm that you were trying to hide, but clearly not very well.

You glanced back down and there was no mistaking the crimson stains soaking into the fabric.

"How long?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "How long have you been cutting yourself? Days? Weeks?"

"More."

You didn't look at him as you spoke, not wanting to see the disappointment and pity on his face.

"Jesus Christ." He whispered to himself.

Jonathan let go, you could no longer feel his touch on your shoulder and you fought the urge to reach out and stop him from leaving.

Instead, you lifted your arms and buried your face into your hands trying to stop yourself crying.

You listened closely for footsteps on the gravel, but never heard any. Why wasn't he leaving?

A few seconds of silence ticked by before Jonathan let out a loud huff and leant down against the hood of the car beside you.

"Sweetheart, look at me."

You expected to hear him sound mad, to sound angry or pissed off, but he didn't. He sounded almost sad.

"Please. Y/N, please look at me." He practically begged.

Reluctantly, you lowered your hands from your face and glanced over at him through teary eyes and had to do a double take when you saw his own eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Seeing Jonathan on the verge of crying was all took before the flood gates opened. A violent sob escaped your lips when you cried, Jonathan's expression breaking.

"I-I'm sorry. Please... please don't hate me."

Jonathan's arm was instantly wrapping around your back, resting across your waist and pulling you into his side which just made you cry event more as you leant into him.

"No, no, baby. I don't hate you. I could never hate you." He insisted, holding you tightly.

"I'm sorry. I-I... I'm so sorry." You whimpered, burying your face against his chest.

"It's okay. Shh, it's okay. It's okay."

He kissed the top of your head gently and just held you while you cried.

Eventually, Jonathan lowered his arm and you sniffed, sitting up and rubbing your face with trembling hands, trying to calm yourself down.

He quickly pushed himself off the hood of the car and walked back around to the side door and grabbed something from inside causing you to frown in confusion before you realised what he was doing to do.

Jonathan walked back over to you with the brown paper bag from the store, but paused for a second when he got a look at your inner arm properly for the first time. A soft gasp escaped his lips and you fought the urge to pull your arm away from him.

It was too late. He had already seen it, the damage had been done.

"Shit." He swore softly under his breath.

He pulled out the bandages and pressed it against the worst of the cuts. The one you had just done still bleeding slowly, instantly staining the white bandage a deep red.

Neither of you said anything as you sat there, Jonathans hand pressing down on your arm with the bandage while you looked out at the quarry, the sun starting to set alone the horizon.

Jonathan was staring down at your arm with a frown plastered on his face which was better. A frown was better than tears. You could deal with Jonathan being mad at you. Anger you could handle.

"Did you treat them?"

His question caught you off guard as you blinked and glanced over at him, his eyes glued to your arm.

"What?"

"Did you treat them? I don't want them to get infected."

Oh. Oh.

He was worried about it getting infected. That hadn't even occurred to you, it should have, but it didn't.

Your silence was enough of an answer and Jonathan sighed before wrapping the bandage around your arm and tying it off so it was secure.

"I got a first aid kit at home. Let's go get it cleaned up." He said, pushing himself off your car and holding his hand out towards you. "C'mon."

You stared at his hand for a moment before shaking your head.

"It doesn't matter." You whispered, looking down at the ground. "I don't care if it gets infected."

"Well, I care."

"You shouldn't." You muttered quietly, glaring at a stone on the ground like it had personally offended you, instead of meeting Jonathan's eyes. "I mean, look at me. I'm fucked up-"

"You're not fucked up."

You chuckled almost hysterically and shook your head.

"I am. I know am. I'm fucked up. I'm broken, Jonathan and I-I can't be fixed. I know that, I mean who does this? And you know what the real screwed up thing actually is? I-I like it. There I said it, I like it. I like the pain and I know I need to stop, but it's the only thing that helps. The pain... the pain helps and I don't... I don't-"

"Hey, hey, breath. Y/N, just breath." Jonathan quickly said and you realised that you were in fact, not breathing.

You couldn't breath.

Shit, you couldn't fucking breath.

In the back of your mind, you were aware that this was some kind of panic attack. But, that piece of information did absolutely nothing to help as you tried and failed to get air into your lungs.

"It's okay, just breath. Copy my breathing." He said, grabbing your good hand and resting it on his chest as he took in deep and deliberate breaths. "Just copy me, okay? Deep breath in... and deep breath out."

You stared at the top button of his shirt, focusing on the small button like a lifeline while you mimicked his breathing. Jonathan continued to coach you verbally, your eyes glued to his button trying to focus and after a few minutes your breathing slowly started to even out. He kept your hand to his chest, showing no intention of lowering it before you looked away from the top button, your eyes locking with his beautiful brown ones.

"I'm... I'm sorry." You sighed. "You didn't- you didn't sign up for this. Just, go. I'm sorry."

You lowered your hand from his chest and fiddled with the bandage around your other wrist, too afraid to look at him as silent tears trickled down your cheeks.

"This doesn't change how much I love you. Y/N, hey, hey. Baby, look at me."

When you didn't move, he lifted his hand pinching your chin with his thumb and index finger and raised your head gently until you were forced to look at him.

"I'm serious. This doesn't change anything. I'm sorry I didn't realise how much you were hurting... when-when you started avoiding me, I thought I did something wrong, so I gave you some space. I didn't realise... shit, I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."

You sniffed, "I didn't want you to know."

"Why?"

You shrugged your shoulders as Jonathan sighed, cupping the side of your face and brushing the tears away with his thumb gently.

"I love you, Y/N. And, next time you feel like this, don't push me away. I want to help, let me help you."

You simply nodded, not trusting your voice at the moment as a fresh wave of tears surfaced at Jonathan's kindness causing his expression to soften before he pulled you into a hug.

"I just want you to be okay." He whispered, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I love you so much, baby."

-

Link to Masterlist in bio

A/N-

Thank you guys for reading.

This character was specially requested and I will be doing a Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) version of this next. 

Please comment any other characters you would like to have and I will do my best.

Until next time, stay safe everyone and have a great day xx

#jonathan byers #jonathan byers fanfiction #jonathan byers x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #charlie heaton

[goodneighborxfallout]

Companions react to Sole being stuck in a Pulowski Preservation shelter

Found this idea on this prompts list, and I wanted to give it a go. I ended up having so much fun writing this! However, in my reaction Dogmeat doesn’t lead the Companion to Sole, how they find her is a mystery (purely because otherwise Hancock’s and Longfellow’s reactions don’t work).

Cait:

“You’ve gotta be shitting me right now!” you hear Cait’s angry voice from outside the chamber. “How’d you manage to get yourself stuck in there?! Better not be because you were running away from a fight!”

“Help…”

“Just give it a few good kicks!”

Codsworth:

“Sir/Mum!” Codsworth calls out oh so worriedly. “Are you okay in there?! Hold on! I’ll call the firebrigade right away! One of the many virtues of having a mr. Handy around!” he says, laughing with fake cheer. His denial once again of the current state of the world immediately tells you he’s in panic mode.

 Curie:

“Madam/Monsieur? Are you in there?”

“Yes, Curie and I’m stuck! Help.”

“Oh no! This is most unfortunate! How do you suggest I start this rescue mission?”

 Danse:

Speechless because he’s so disappointed in you.

“Soldier… just….” He sighs and decides it’s not worth it, so instead of wasting more time on words, he silently helps them out and then give them judgmental looks for the rest of the day.

 Deacon:

“Hey, I ain’t judging you. These things are great eavesdropping spots, you just gotta pick the right locations. And this one: not so good. Too close to Trinity Tower, unless you can decipher some intelligent code in the Super Mutants grunting. Never was able to myself.”

“That’s great, Deacon. Can you get me out?”

“What? Oh yeah, pull the lever on your left.”

 Gage:

“Boss,” he starts but then stops for a second and breathes in deeply before he’d lash out in annoyance and disappointment. How was he supposed to put his faith in you as Overboss if you can’t even figure out how to open the door of a Pulowski Shelter. “How the hell did you get yourself stuck in there? You know what, no, I don’t even wanna know. Just get out before one of the gangs finds out.”

 Hancock:

Thinks the drugs are making him hallucinate when he hears your voice but doesn’t see you anywhere.

“The jet will make you jittery,” he mumbles to himself and moves on. Only realizing later that day that you are nowhere to be found and he might not have been hallucinating after all.

 Longfellow:

Longfellow is too preoccupied with his drunken sailor songs to even hear your cries. And by the time he gets back to his cabin, he has probably forgotten he was with you at all, so chances are there’d be no rescue for you.

 MacCready:

Mac is laughing his ass off. “Oh man! I am never letting this one go.”

“Please laugh after helping-.”

“I mean, how’d you even manage to get stuck in there in the first place?”

“Mac-“

You’ll have to wait a few minutes before he gets serious about helping you get out of there. And even then, he’ll probably get some laughter fits in between every now and then.

 Nick:

“Kid, the situations you manage to get yourself into…” he sighs.

“Help me, please.”

“And how do you expect me to do that? I don’t see what you see! I’m sure there’s a lever or a button somewhere.”

 Piper:

“Hm, interesting spot to crawl into, Blue. Tell me, what kind of secrets does it hold?” she says teasingly.

“You tell me, I thought I’d seen you hide in one of these once.”

Instantly her teasing tone changes as she feels caught. “Well, y-yeah, but that’s for my job!”

“Yeah, that makes it better, Piper.”

 Preston:

“General, why were you in there in the first place?”

“…Recon.”

“Hm. So what did you discover?” Preston says, sounding amused.

 Strong:

“Human should not hide!! Human weak!”

“Just get me out already, big guy.”

And he will, by ripping the shelter in two.

 X6-88:

“Sir/Ma’am, what were you looking for in there?”

“That’s not important, X6! Just help me get out.”

“I would recommend teleporting back to the Institute, that should solve the issue.”

#fallout 4 #fallout reactions #fallout 4 reactions #fallout 4 companion react #fallout companion react #cait #codsworth #curie #danse #Deacon #gage #hancock #longfellow #maccready #nick valentine #Piper #preston #Strong #x6-88

[iwoszareba]

there is a prompt going around in wotr fandom to describe why your KC loves their chosen LI and I may not be a proper writer but I do love talking about Sosiel

- - -

"I will see you tomorrow, my dear."

Even now the way Sosiel looked at me with such tenderness was enough to make me smile. I kissed his cheek, bid him goodnight and already started to feel the lack of his presence beside me.

"Someone who is willing to go to the Abyss and back for you sure is a keeper." I returned to the room where my sister was still sipping her cup of rose petal tea. "Are you two planning anything serious?"

Innocent enough question but with the way Khadija's fox ears were slightly quivering I knew she was fishing for gossip. To combat such interest I put on a slightly confused expression.

"Not to my knowledge."

She tried to inspect my face for a while longer just to admit defeat with a sigh.

"Fine, keep your secrets. I'm just happy for you is all. You became so serious about things after your naming ceremony. I was worried you will finish your studies and upon return call for a matchmaker so they make sure you best serve the interests of the family or some such tripe."

I snickered at her tone and made myself comfortable at the opposite side of the table.

"Our brother and his match worked out fine. Are you doubting the wisdom of his choices?"

"I'm happy for him too! I'm sure he will make a great patriarch one day, such a steadfast and reliable guy he is." Even her compliments couldn't fully cover up the indignation. "But I also think that madly in love first, commitment second is the correct order of things."

"It's because you are a sappy romantic."

I instantly regretted my teasing as it was all the excuse she needed to continue her interrogation.

"Sure am! Yet somehow you were the one to catch yourself a cleric of Shelyn. How romantic is that? Tsk tsk. You need to explain yourself, young man."

I raised my open palms like I was just caught red handed.

"It's not like I planned to have feelings. It just happened."

She laughed and my cheeks grew hotter as I realised how silly what I just said must have sounded.

"I'm glad we established a baseline for how having emotions generally works, so how long it took you to get those pesky feelings?"

I hesitated. I knew the honest answer would get her riled up even more but I did not wish to lie about this either. She pushed the biscuit box across the table as a peace offering. I took a cookie and relented.

"The first time we spoke…"

"No!" She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand. "Love at first sight? That's the pinnacle of sappy romance!"

"It wasn't love. More like…" I tried to choose my words more carefully this time "...finding a kindred spirit in an unlikely place. An oasis after days of walking the desert. We were both far from home, doing something outside of our nature for the sake of our families. And what a sight the two of us must have made: young artist and young academic trying very hard to appear like we have any business being in the military among grizzled veterans. Funny how easy it is to make a strong connection when it means you feel less alone."

"I'm sure him being easy on the eyes helped too."

Khadija winked at me and raised her teacup in toast.

"What can we do other than appreciate beauty when we see it?" I conceded with a smile "But to be perfectly honest it was his ideals that intrigued me the most. He was so strongly aligned with protection. Dangerous position to take when you take active part in a war, the embodiment of destruction. I thought: alone this man will break. And I wished to be the counterpoint that makes sure he stays standing."

No teasing remark followed my words, to the contrary my sister seemed to be deep in thought for what felt like an unbearably long moment.

"You know how in books love at first sight is usually about appearances, but in the really good books it's about how you saw something in the other person even if you didn't fully understand it at the time? You experienced the latter."

I opened and closed my mouth, not quite sure how to respond to that.

"But you can't leave it there! What happened next? Lingering glances, candlelit dinners? There must have been at least one poem, if not I will have to tell your man that he is unworthy of being Shelyn's cleric!"

I chuckled, thankful for the subject change.

"There was a poem, he wrote it himself. It wasn't very good. I believe I still have it somewhere in my bag. The sentiment behind the words was genuinely quite touching. And he arranged an orchestra when he decided to pop the big question."

Thankfully Khadija already finished drinking so her surprise couldn't turn into a choking hazard.

"He proposed?"

"No. He simply asked if I want to be with him. On one knee! A little over the top but I admit it did make me feel special… Now he is embarrassed about how flowery his gestures were at the time."

"Why? Isn't that just par for the course with courtly romance?"

"Yes, but it's not truly about the actions themselves." I looked at my hands lying still on the surface of the table, slight discomfort always present in one of them "It's about the thoughts behind them. Stories we tell to ourselves. Watching him struggle with it made me understand this better in myself. You can try to mould yourself into a paragon of faith as much as you want but at the end of the day you are still just a person. And it wasn't that bad of a realisation because now we get to be us. Together."

#pwotr pals #wotr #Sosiel Vaenic #idk if this fully belongs in the tag but as someone who craves sosiel content i feel compelled to share #oc: aqil meru #writing tag

[moviemunchies]

Mark Wahlberg plays a priest.

Okay, then.

Alright he’s not actually a priest for the majority of the movie. Father Stu tells the story of Stuart Long, a boxer who finds his career cut short after finding that his body can only take so much more punishment. Long decides to move to Hollywood and become an actor, which sadly goes about as well as it does for most randos that try to make that transition. He meets a woman he instantly falls in love with while working at the grocery store, Carmen, but she only dates Catholics, so he converts for her. After a life-changing accident, Stu decides that he’s called to become a priest. Life has more surprises planned for him in the form of a rare incurable muscular disorder, making an already uphill battle even more difficult.

This movie was pretty large in the online Catholic world when it came out? The Catholic Talk Show podcast had an episode in which they interviewed Wahlberg and another about priests in movies. There was some discussion about how we classify this as a Catholic movie if it’s got so much swearing in it (and to be clear, there is a LOT), and how this compares to other movies, religious and otherwise. I had thought about seeing it for a while, and it was Netflix so I figured, why not?

If I had a problem with the movie it was that it is two hours and it isn’t until halfway through that Stu decides he’s going to be a priest. I was under the impression that the movie was about Stu as a priest, and that’s not really the film’s subject. Father Stu is more about the man’s life and how he came to become a priest. Which is fine! But I was expecting something different, so when it’s not until the very end that he becomes a priest, I was a little disappointed. I’ll fully admit that’s a Me Thing, not the movie’s fault, but I want to put that out there in case anyone else was confused.

The movie takes liberties with the subject’s life, if Wikipedia is anything to go by. I’m half a mind on this–for a subject as serious as this, I would think it might be better to stick as close to the actual story as possible. However, I know how Hollywood works, and I know that a straightforward telling of everything that happens in a man’s life is probably not going to make a very fulfilling movie.

[My concerns are also somewhat mitigated by the fact that people who knew Father Stuart Long participated in the making of the film. At least, according to Wikipedia.]

But is the end result a fulfilling movie?

I’m not sure. Like I said, it feels like it takes a while to get to the point. Still, I think there’s something interesting here in what it says about faith and a willingness to sacrifice oneself. I’m generally annoyed at how often popular media depicts the “good religious figure” as someone who is more vulgar than people who care about things like theology or Church Law (see: almost every depiction of Friar Tuck), but when we see Long in seminary, he does really care about the theology, he’s just able to transmit it to people in vulgar or less-polished ways. Which is interesting. I’m not sure that I like that approach, but it is interesting.

 Long decides, ultimately, that his suffering is a way to become closer to God, and I think most Hollywood films wouldn’t do that. I don’t watch enough Sad Sick People Movies (thank God), but from what I recall they generally have this weird fetishism of how “this sick person is making everyone’s lives better through sacrifice/being a good person despite suffering” or something like that. There’s an element of that here, but overall it’s clear that to the character depicted, Stuart Long isn’t doing this because of that. For him, it’s about serving God, first and foremost.

Which leads me to saying what I appreciate about this movie: it’s one that takes religion seriously. Movies and television are, in general, remarkably bad at talking or displaying religion. Even when it tries to flatter and be respectful, it often (valiantly!) misses the mark. Religion is brought up with psychological causes, emphasis is placed on capital-B Belief in something Vague and Positive, or devoutly religious historical figures have their actual spirituality downplayed–all of this, if they don’t depict religious people as drooling fundamentalists ready to burn nonbelievers.

[A thing I liked about Harriet was also how the title character’s religion was front and center there–though I’m not sure if God’s visions to her were as specific as what the film tells us.]

I really, really appreciate that Catholicism is something taken seriously in the movie. That means that this isn’t a movie for everyone because of that, I think, but I don’t see that many religious movies out there, so it was nice to come across a good one. Mind you, this isn’t even for every Catholic because of the swearing all over the place, and that’s okay, a religion’s not a monolith.

I’m also very amused that this movie shows how WEIRD Catholicism is for someone who’s not in it. When Stuart first goes to Mass, he doesn’t understand all of the things parishioners do or pray about, and it’s deeply strange for him as someone who isn’t religious (though Wikipedia says the real-life Long went to religious schools so it’s a bit off from the record, I think). He doesn’t get it! And I thought that was a bit funny, especially with Protestant friends of mine acting as if Catholic Mass is some kind of unknowable mystery.

Still, though I am glad this movie exists, I am glad that I watched it, and I think it’s an interesting, if very different sort of, Catholic movie. If you want that, then give this movie a view and see for yourself what you think.

#Father Stu #Movie Munchies #reviews #Catholic

[yearthumb54]

The Ultimate Guide To Minecraft

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#My cms #Welcome to my blog

[chaceccrawford-archived]

5 things you like/love about your partner/friend/someone you like

You want me to say nice things about someone? Sigh. Fine. I'll dedicate this to my better half then - @minicrawford

1) I love how much of a passionate, dedicated reader she is. She doesn't just read a book, she dives into the world the writer creates, falls in love with the author's writing style, sometimes with the characters and prefers to never put it down so she can devour the book really quickly. One of my favorite things to watch her do is actually reading, I love how focused she gets and to see her expressions changing with everything that is happening in the book - from slightly shocked expressions to little smiles... It's adorable. I mean, she has her own book club for all those reasons, so she can talk to people who love the same book she was reading just as much. And I love that sometimes we do read to each other and just have a chill day staying in. 2) Then there's also the fact that she could easily be spoiled and I'm sure people who judge a book by its cover think like that about her but she's just not. She works hard, she doesn't expect to get jobs because she's 'the daughter of...', she never takes any job she gets for granted and always gives 110%. I've got the chance to see her do some work in the model business as well as the acting business so far and I find it interesting to get to see her switch fully into her professional mode, taking everything she does as serious as one should. She shows up on time, she pays those who have been around longer than her respect and takes all the kind advice her co-workers offer to heart. 3) She prioritizes family and friends. It doesn't matter how busy she is, if either her friends or family need her, she will be there in a heartbeat. She always makes sure to check in on everyone, she makes sure she's there for all the big moments and the small ones as well, and she actually gives very great life advice. Probably because she actually is wise beyond her years. 4) Our mutual love for our little furry family. We're both dog people and admittedly love to spoil our fur children probably a little too much but I think it's one of the many reasons why we work so well. Her dog Milo and my dog Shiner took a little while to get used to each other but now they and the puppy we adopted together, Layla, are inseparable. It's one of the warmest and best feelings in the world to watch her interact with the doggos and just in general be the best dog mom ever. 5) How easily she blended into all my family's traditions when it comes to football, despite not really being as into it before she knew me. I know it might sound a tad dramatic but it is actually kind of a breaking point relationship-wise for me. It's a huge part of my life, always has and always will be and I love how she instantly understood that and was actually excited to become part of it. To be honest, she generally gets me on a level that I'm not even sure I entirely understand myself, sometimes I feel like she knows me better than I know myself. She even gets the parts of me that I don't like and those that she, for very good reasons, probably also doesn't like but still accepts as they are as much part of me as all the reasons why she loves me. Bonus: She was the first girlfriend who made me fully understand how putting all the work and effort into the relationship will nurture it and actually make it easier to pull the same strings so it'll be smooth sailing for the most part, no matter what kind of storm approaches.

I'm hoping this was nice enough because I'm putting the romantic back into the box where he belongs now.

#//this has been sitting in my ask since... forever #❛ &. i don't know what it is but i got that feeling ⋮ kaia gerber

[jebiknights]

So, one of the things I absolutely adored about the Clone Wars novelization (by Karen Traviss),  aside from just the general fleshing out of the characters as they grapple with the horrors of war, was just seeing Anakin get to be a leader and friend to his men. 

Fandom loves to portray Anakin as reckless with his men’s lives, sometimes for laughs and sometimes in a more serious way, when in most of the media where that sort of thing actually comes up, we see that the opposite really seems to be true. It’s true that plenty of men die under his charge, but it isn’t something he takes lightly in the slightest. The book is very explicit that Anakin is aware of his role in these men’s lives, and he takes this responsibility very seriously. We see bits and pieces of this in the show too, but I think we lose some of it in the action sequences. It’s also one of the first serious lessons that Anakin moves to impart on Ahsoka:

“Talking of loyalty - Rex and his men...”

“I know. I know.” The job had to be done. It didn’t mean Anakin had to like it, though. “This is one of the worst lessons you’ll ever have to learn, Snips. Command means being prepared to get troops killed.”

“They’d do anything for you.”

“And I won’t throw their lives away.”

“Is it better not to get to know them?”

“No. It’s not. It’s shirking your responsibility, and it’s disrespectful. Get to know them, and then you fully understand the price you’re asking them to pay.”

Anakin not only is aware of the lives he has in his hands, but is keen on getting to know them, in order to reaffirm that their lives matter and mean something. Not just to the Republic, but also that they are real people that he is sending to their deaths. He is well aware that in war people have to die, it’s something he obviously struggles with, but he understands that it can’t always be helped even if he goes above and beyond for those closest to them. 

He consistently shows that he will do anything to protect them that he can without completely jeopardizing the mission (he sometimes walks a fine line, but he does understand that technically the mission comes first, he just doesn’t always know when one crosses over into the other). He argues with Ahsoka later that they need to go back and save Rex and the remaining members of Torrent, consistently including them in their plans up until the point where Rex is able to contact him and tell him that Kenobi and the 212th beat them to it. 

He also consistently puts them, especially Rex on the same level as him in worth.

“[Ahsoka]’s not a passenger Rex. If she can pull her weight, she has to. She’s no less expendably than me or you in this war.”

Anakin is implied to be perhaps more casual with his men than other generals (now whether that is just Rex’s bias towards Anakin (and even Obi-Wan) or this is something that is distinctly different than other Jedi generals I haven’t consumed enough Clone Wars era media yet to say for sure). We see plenty of instances in the show and in the book where he makes snarky comments or tells jokes. (Gods you can really see Obi-Wan’s influence lmao.) In the book, not only do we see him joking with his men, but we also see them getting to joke back.

“Sir,” said one of the troopers, “I think I left my lunch box outside. Want to go and collect it for me?”

The remnant of Torrent Company burst out laughing, and so did Anakin. It was that desperation that flipped instantly into the black humor of sheer relief at finding your lungs were still working.

Like, it isn’t just that Anakin is saying witty one liners and the troops are reacting, or even that just the Captain or Commander is responding, but we actively get run of the mill troopers feeling like they are able to poke fun at Anakin and joke around like he’s one of them. 

In fact, that’s exactly how Anakin is introed in the book. We get to see Anakin and Obi-Wan on the battlefield from Rex’s point of view. One of the first things Rex notes about him is that “He even sounded like a soldier. He was an easy general to follow.” 

Rex consistently throughout the book talks about how much he respected Anakin as a leader, genuinely, not from because of some level of obligation but because he had earned his respect.

He points out that Anakin (as well as Obi-Wan) are always fighting with them, alongside them and in the thick of it. This is also something that Anakin himself explicitly talks about in the book as well as in one of the newer comics - the Age of the Republic Special, where he tells Rex during their first deployment together that a “leader leads from the front”. 

Anakin is a good leader not only in battle, but outside of it. I know the show and even the movies to an extent kind of drop the ball on Anakin’s trauma with being a former slave and the like, but that does affect his viewpoint, and he doesn’t take command lightly at all. In fact, he even says that part of the reason he doesn’t want a Padawan (aside from the warfront not being a good place for a kid/makes the kid a liability, and the fact that he “doesn’t have anything to teach [them] yet”) is that he “didn’t relish responsibility for - or power over - others”. 

He isn’t as oblivious as people make him out to be. I would say he is largely an unreliable narrator (this is obvious in the book to an extent when he talks about things, both things we are pretty sure are wrong as well as just how badly his trauma of losing his mother and then touching the Dark Side have affected him), and he and Padme are both bad at hiding their affection for each other, but not the dumb, oblivious person fandom likes to make him out to be. And I’m not just saying this in the case of this series, but also even in canon in the show and movies he’s not as bad as people on here like to write him.

He knows what it takes to make a good leader, and he knows that what he does and who he does it in front of matters. Palpatine is really fucking with his head, and actively turning him against the Council, Obi-Wan, and others, but he is a politician and Anakin, while not always in the right mindset to negotiate, is aware of these factors. Especially this early in the war, he specifically holds back with his men in mind. He understands that his actions have an affect on his men, both on and off the field.

Anakin knew he had to grit his teeth and take a certain amount of Jedi Council bureaucracy, but there was a war on. And there was every chance that they’d die here.

He didn’t have time for a Padawan.

He also didn’t want to kick up a stink in front of Rex. There was nothing more demoralizing for troops than a commanding officer who didn’t look solidly in control. If his clone troopers could take any onslaught without murmur, then he had to do even better. It was what officers did. It was expected of him.

A big, big thing, that I had heard is implied in some of the books but was almost explicitly confirmed in this book, is that the 501st is loyal to Anakin OVER the Republic. They are dedicated to serving the Republic and the Jedi, make no mistake, but Ventress and Rex both express that the 501st feels more loyalty to Anakin than anybody else.

“They won’t accept. This is the Grand Army - and the Five-oh-first, at that, Skywalker’s own men. Every indication we have is that they’re not just good little loyal clones, they’re personally loyal to him. If he orders them to die for him, they will.”

Rex wanted this moment to be over. It was - as usual - on the cusp of hilarity and sobbing despair. For all his training and his loyalty to the state, all the theoretical reasons why he was doing what was right, the only thing that made him sit and wait for the inevitable was that he was doing it for the men next to him, and for Skywalker - wherever he was - and even for Kenobi, but for nothing and nobody else. That was as far as any man could think. And it was far enough.

I have so many more examples I could pull but I think I’m going to stop here. We see time and again that Anakin’s comradery and leadership skills lend themselves to unending loyalty from his troops. He cares for them, makes friends with them, fights with them and for them, and sees them as important, not just to the war but for their own sake. Anakin is a good leader, he may be a bit reckless but it’s almost always with his own life (or even the mission objective), not with his men, not to the level that people always make it out to be. 

#anakin skywalker #captain rex #501st legion #the clone wars #star wars meta #anakin #rex #501st #tcw #the clone wars novel #meta #anakin is a good leader!!! #this wasnt intended to be a whole essay but i hate how many fics take anakins reckless behavior #and are like hes the general who is most likely to get his men killed!! #rex is overworked and poor rex for having to deal with him and poor kenobi and cody too!! #no no no anakins men LOVE him okay he goes above and beyond for them #i like tcw but that is not a show that has consistent characterization and will fuck over chars for plot and narrative #look at all of the clovis eps

[redrobin-detective]

Ben 10 lore that exists in my heart regardless of canon

- Ben’s personality in his mid-late teens is a mix of his Alien Force and Omniverse self. On the surface, he’s very cheerful and kind even if he is a bit of arrogant showoff. He makes jokes and plays around and acts as if he isn’t bothered by the things in his life. Those who know him best understand a good portion of his outward confidence and cockiness is just a facade to cover up his insecurities and to project the ideal, effortless hero. While sometimes seen as immature, most beings know Ben 10 means business as he takes his unofficial job and people’s safety very seriously. He’s clever, adaptable, charismatic and empathetic which makes him a formidable opponent and a loyal friend. Doesn’t open up easily but if you get to him, he become so dearly attached. 

- Drinks smoothies so much for several reasons. Comfort food go brrr, reminds him of the good easy times with him Gwen and Kev. It’s also a light but generally nutritous food to give him energy for heroing. Anything too heavy and he’ll be puking (both from physical and emotional stress). Though he jokes about his mom’s health foods, his are a crazy concoction of add in proteins and vitamins/minerals bc he knows he’ll out and out collapse without it. (Still has on occasion bc boy still doesn’t eat right/enough)

- While Fame is exciting for him at first he soon begins to detest it. Not the fans, no, he can’t bring himself to hate the people who look up to him. But he hates the constant attention, that he can’t walk outside without being mobbed. the only place he feels safe is his hometown where most people are so used to him and his weirdness that they don’t react much anymore. Takes to wearing a cape and face shield when going out anywhere so he can actually get things done without being recognized and mobbed.

- Part of the reason Bellwood isn’t concerned with Ben is partially because ben’s been weird and alien for as long as they can remember but also many don’t realize how famous/powerful he is. Yeah that’s just Ben Tennyson over there, sometimes he turns into funny creatures- wait what do you MEAN he’s the savior of the universe?? He cried over a spilled smoothie the other day.

- Does mostly online schooling by the time he’s 15. At first he tries to do half day things to maintain something of a normal life but it quickly becomes overwhelming and dangerous him/the school. Finishes his GED early but the Plumbers and Azmuth make him take additional college level and alien courses to prepare him for his future role. Ben gripes but really does love learning all these things, especially on his terms (ADHD and stress + the public school system do not always go hand in hand). He’s a quick learner when he deems the information important and is made accessible to his learning needs.

- Ben definitely has ADHD speaking of which, it was nearly uncontrollable as a child bc his free-spirited parents didn’t believe in medicating. Ben convinced them he needed it and after some trial and error, found meds that worked. As he became more involved in heroics/growing up he had to change his medicine regimen (resulting in him being a bit more off the rails in OV) and needed antidepressants and therapy to manage it better. As an adult he has a whole litany of coping mechanisms (good and bad yes) and regularly checks in with his therapist and doctors to keep things under control. 

- Has a complicated relationship with his necrofriggian children. Considers himself their mother and worries after them. They too feel a connection to their parent despite this being unusual for their species. A few visit (some more than others) while they grow while others maintain distance. Ben never breathes a word of them to the media for fear of them being targeted. Still he keeps an eye on them and ensures all 14 mature to adulthood (another rarity for the species). Checks in every now and again with the ones who don’t want to see him and those that do. Two join the Plumbers and Ben is both proud and worried. His youngest becomes partners with Rook Ben.

- Just in general loves kids, they’re his favorite fans and while he’ll grumble at pushy adult fans he always smiles and kneels down for the little ones. Not so secretly wanted to have children of his own but knew it was a risk overall and used a lot of that energy with mentoring and teaching. Eventually had Kenny later in life (late 30s-40s) and was over the moon, becoming such a loving and doing parent or as much as he could be with his hectic schedule. 

- Omnitrix can’t come off, never has at any point since it first latched onto Ben’s arm. Azmuth tried and failed to get the device off, doesn’t let Ben know for many years as he feared the consequences. The watch loves and protects Ben even beyond it’s programming making him much more durable to damage and releasing energy charges when he’s threatened. Not even removing Ben’s arm would separate them. They’re stuck for life.

- Ben does have Anodite heritage but the Omnitrix actively suppresses it and uses the built up energy to power the transformations which is why ben is mostly unaffected by what should cause a massive energy drain on him. Theoretically if Ben learned to harness and safely use his Mana at an early age like Gwen he would have been fine but letting it build up without safe outlet meant activation would have killed him. Omnitrix Ben, however, went his whole life not knowing of his latent abilities and how the watch saved his life.

- Ben’s eyes get more green and glowy as time passes from the Omnitrix. At first they think its a trick of the light but by the time he’s an adult his eyes are pretty much glow in the dark. His veins light up too after long stretches of using the Omnitrix. Its vaguely unsettling to people who aren’t used to Ben.

- Max and the Earth Plumbers work so, so hard to keep teen Ben on Earth when half the universe is blowing up their comm lines asking for The Ben 10 to help with whatever problem of the day. Ben himself doesn’t quite understand when he’s younger the prestige and expectations on his shoulders. Max throws up a million and one roadblocks so Ben can live as normal a life as possible while he still can. Still, while doing that he Still overloads Ben with expectations and responsibilities on earth and beyond. He becomes a soldier again with Ben as their greatest weapon. He never forgave himself of losing sight of his grandson underneath the hero esp after Ben’s breakdown. 

- Rook partnership with Ben ends not long after Omniverse with his promotion to Magister. Ben tries to play it cool but the thought of another loved one/teammate leaving his tears him apart. Max revealing that Ben most likely wouldn’t get a new Plumber assigned partner since he’s almost an adult and won’t need it and Rook accidentally missing their last smoothie run due to a scheduling mishap causes Ben to snap and have the nervous breakdown that had been building for almost a decade. He completely loses it for a little while and needs to take an extended leave of absence from school and heroics that lasts about a year. Spends time recovering both on Earth and Galvan Prime, does some diplomatic training, learns about aliens, actually confronts the stress and loneliness of his life. He comes out the other side stronger but still fragile and exhausted.

- Ben’s above mentioned breakdown brings him closer to all his friends who didn’t quite realize the extent of Ben’s burden. Rook had been under the impression Ben didn’t like him all that much so the knowledge that his departure was the final straw for friend/hero’s collapse was shocking. Ben and Azmuth also become closer, the Galvan becoming fiercely protective of the boy seeing as his Earth family didn’t do well to keep him safe. It takes years for him to get over his anger at Max for putting so much on his grandchild. Ben makes more friends, in and out of the hero business, finally gets a therapist and gets some of his burdens eased a bit. It’s not a sure fire fix and Ben has several smaller breakdowns the rest of his life but its something.

- Azmuth was straight up suicidal before he met Ben for the first time. Ben gave him back hope for the universe and his ability to create items for peace not weapons. The boy infuriates him, frightens him, frustrates him but Azmuth cannot deny in his heart of hearts that he loves Ben dearly. He’s very upset at Ben’s breakdown and doesn’t know how to handle the worst of the initail outbursts. Azmuth talks Ben down from a suicide attempt. He reaches out to Ben that he Too felt overwhelmed by pressure, thought himself only good for war. Ben’s arrival in his life saved him and now he will do the same for Ben. It’s the first positive step forward in Ben’s recovery.

- For no other reason than I like it, Azmuth primarily refers to Ben as Benjamin (mostly to annoy the kid but he likes the way it sounds too) and Ben in softer, more serious moments. 

- Professor Paradox continues to flit in and out of Ben’s life. He says its because Ben is the most equipped to handle universal peril (true) but he’s also just very fond of the boy. Ben, existing in so many forms and having such importance also exists a beat outside of normal reality which Paradox identifies with. Ben is naturally attuned to time related problems because of this (instantly IDing Spanner as from the future before being told later deducing him to be his unborn son). Plus Ben named him, way back when. He’s just drawn to Ben.

- Adult Ben, while being seen as an impressively skilled fighter and champion, really has his strength as a universal diplomat of sorts. Based out of Earth, he helps mediate and defuse conflicts, advocate against tyranny and overall preserve peace and balance. He’s not perfect, he makes mistakes and sometimes is forced to become violent (and yes kill) but overall is regarded as a peacekeeper, something younger ben simply couldn’t understand. 

- Gwen gets her degree and primarily does work with advocacy and teaching about magic/alien culture. While she and Ben are still close, there’s a bit of a frustrated divide in that she isn’t helping him share the burden of the universe. Gwen never wanted to be a hero and has enough worth to not shackle herself to a job that’ll burn her out. Ben loves heroing but gives too much of himself away trying to fix everything. They get into screaming arguments that it wouldn’t be so bad out there if she just helped him but she refuses to budge and says he shouldn’t make himself do so much. They always make up and thy still are each other’s closest relationships.

- Ben marries Kai in a political move, Kai is Asexual and Ben Aromantic. They didn’t love each other but they got on well enough and Ben was really feeling the stress of carrying the hero burden so Kai also being involved made him feel like he wasn’t alone. Both were also so tired of the universe constantly asking about their love life and said ‘fuck it we’re married leave us alone’. Gwen was always mad about it feeling Ben deserved better but the two of them were happy with it. They had separate rooms, mostly separate lives but they became strong friends and supports with their strictly platonic marriage. They had Ken via Invitro in an incubator and were loving if extremely busy parents. 

- Also from the moment he appeared, Ben knew that Spanner was his future son, Kenny. He played ignorant and then was kind of deliberately teasing him in future encounters. He knew the rules of time and didn’t want to disrupt things further even if he was angry and worried as heck about why Ken felt the need to time travel. When future Ben catches up in the timeline, Kenny gets SUCH a lecture. 

- Ben isn’t quite immortal but he’s also not entirely human anymore either. The Omnitrix not only keeps him safe from most harm but it lightens the effect of aging. Ben 10 is active many, many years when most humans would have been forced to retire. He’s not sure how long the watch will keep him alive and it terrifies him. Gwen too is functionally immortal however she ages like a normal human, then when her natural death came, shed her skin and became a fulltime Anodite. So in the end, it was her and Ben together wondering which of them will die first. Gwen has trouble retaining her humanity as pure energy and swears she’ll let herself fizzle out when Ben goes. When that’ll be however...

#Ben 10 #this took sooo long whoops #i wanna write about ben's breakdown so mad you have no idea

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

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“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

#nandor the relentless #Nandor x reader #nandor x you #nandor x y/n #what we do in the shadows #what we do in the shadows x reader #vampire fun yeah #love my big huggable vampire #:)

[softrozene]

Helping Insecure Girlfriend

Anonymous requested: Thank you Roze! For a request I would be interested in some hc or scenarios (which ever is easier for you !) With Zoro, Law, and Ace who wants to help their insecure girlfriend. She keeps waking up from nightmares from her past abusive relationship and is convinced her current bf is going to leave her because she is too much to handle. Just some comfort and fluff please and I'm so sorry if that's a lot. Don't feel pressured to do it ! ♥️

So sorry for the lateness of this! I have been meaning to get it out for ages lol but I really do hope this brings you comfort! Thank you for your patience anon!

Ace, Law, Zoro x Female Reader

Warnings: Comfort fluff and angst- Briefly mentions of past abuse so please tread carefully. PTSD

*Just a general note but I am proud of anyone who has escaped/left an abusive relationship and I hope that you guys are in a good place. As for those who are not then please do get some help and know you are loved and deserve so much better. Anyway, stay safe and healthy!

Words: 1,450

Two things these three men would all have in common is noticing their partner’s nightmares immediately and being aware that their partner’s ex was rather abusive. It is how they deal with it that varies

Portgas D. Ace:

When he notices, this man is going to feel bad instantly

So many emotions go through him all at once- Worry, sadness, anger, fear, and of course just the overall need to protect you

He will wake you up and hold you, remind you that you are in a safe place

His worry is at large since you do not deserve to keep reliving that nightmare with your ex

However, when these nightmares become reoccurring and how you seem to be pushing him away, not wanting to burden him with the past you keep reliving

You personally feel awful about these stupid nightmares- Why do you keep getting them?

Especially, while you are in such a good and healthy relationship?!

It is just not fair

It feels like your brain is trying to self-sabotage your relationship and it is working

You do not want to keep telling Ace all about your ex and what he did to you

How you feel completely and utterly broken

How he deserves so much better than you

You do not want to keep telling him that but you also wish he realized it too

You are just damaged goods

Unlovable

This cycle goes on for not much longer because of how much Ace cares about you

He recognizes the signs of spiraling out of good mental health and he knows you need help asap

He will always reassure you too

He will make sure you know that he would never stop loving you over something you can’t control

With help from his friends and yours (they do not give up on you), they help you recognize that your ex is no longer in your life and can no longer hurt you physically, verbally, or emotionally

You have Ace and he is doing everything in his power to show you that you are loved, and he will tell you about his own self-doubts and how he thinks it is you that deserves better than him

Overall- This type of relationship and scenario- It would be rather challenging on both sides since you think he deserves better and vice versa. However, Ace would never ever, ever, dream of giving up on you. Especially when it is obvious you are suffering from a past toxic relationship and need all the help and love you can get in order to start thriving and living for yourself

As for what other things he would do to help remind you that he loves you is daily date nights

Whenever or whatever you want to do it is all for you

He is even more gentle and cuddly for you after your nightmare as he reminds you that you are safe and with him and he would never ever hurt you or leave you unless it was a mutual break-up

100000/10 best comfort and understanding man here

Trafalgar Law:

In a relationship with Law, I think he would be very big on trust so talking about each other’s past is a huge step for him but a necessary one in order for you both to be happy in the relationship because otherwise there may end up being a few white lies or the relationship will feel off the whole time

Either way, because of the way Law is- He is just huge on mutual trust

He would essentially know about your abusive ex and the terrible things they have done to you. In a way, he can relate to any emotional abuse and manipulation thanks to a certain someone in his own past

When Law realizes that you are having nightmares about your past relationship he would actually confront you about it within the first few days but only because he needs you to understand you can go to him and he more than willing to hear about them

He is also quick to see your insecurities- The small ways you doubt yourself in this relationship and it nearly kills him

Law is aware of how hard it is to change a person’s mind especially after a toxic person in your life has convinced you that you are nothing

He will be as understanding as you need and will help you through this

Though Law is the one who gets the most stressed and will neglect himself in order to make sure you will be okay as well as your relationship with him

So, it may add to your guilt, but he will reassure you that you are worth it

Ace is more likely to do affirmations with you (as in: I am worthy. I am safe. I deserve to be happy, etc) but I do think that Law is also serious about helping you mentally so he would definitely also be on board with coming up with affirmations with you

On nights that you have nightmares, or your insecurities are at a high, he will stay up with you (hold you or make you a warm drink) and it really is no problem for him, thanks to his insomnia

He is happy to bring a bit of comfort if possible

10000/10 sneaky boyfriend. He may or may not go visit your ex and it is either really creepy or a gift when your ex is suddenly a paranoid person

Roronoa Zoro:

Zoro is the one who refuses to bring up your past in general until he notices it affecting your sleep which ends up affecting your health

He is more complicated in this situation since he will not force you to talk to him, but he will be very grumpy if you do not lol

He needs you to know trust is important and he may not be the most patient, but he will try to show you he can be since he wants you to open up to him on your own terms

Zoro values privacy the most and he is aware that he is not… as sympathetic as he could be which is why Zoro is the one who does not ask or pry about your past until you are personally ready to share it with him

Now when the nightmares start Zoro notices when you get them, all the time, thanks to him being most of the time. He only gets three hours of sleep plus naps (4 am to 7 am) so he usually notices when you begin to stir and cry in your sleep

He is not stupid so he knows when it becomes frequent, that it is a problem

When it begins to affect you in your waking hours that is when he will be like “are you good?” and if you do not answer or you are vague he will give you that raised eyebrow look

Eventually, your insecurities also get too high and decide that he should know everything and it would be his decision to decide if you are too much trouble

After you come clean and he knows about your abusive ex and the terrible things he did that still affect you, it becomes clear to him

He will reassure you that he is nothing like your ex and he would rather die than hurt you

Zoro will ask you and rather seriously “do you want me to kill him?”

He will do it too if that is what you want

Anyway, now that he knows what the problem is he also takes it seriously

He notices you trying to self-sabotage your relationship with him, and he will not have it

He will battle you, with love of course, and make sure you know that he is not going anywhere. At all

He can handle helping you and he will stay as long as you need until you realize that you deserve all the healthy love you ever wanted

As for affirmations to help with your brain- I do not think he would personally do it since he naturally believes whatever he says about himself so he would probably do them for you without realizing it

For example, “You are going to get through this and realize you deserve the love I give you”

It is simply the truth for him so if he believes it so should you

Now for nightmares, he will wake you up now that he knows you are reliving your horrifying past and he will do whatever you need to do in order to put you back in a safe place mentally

40000/10 best strong rock boyfriend

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[yslkook]

TiO (8)

mind of mine masterlist

summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

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Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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