#But it's problems are A Collective Problem. And it is okay to be vulnerable.

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

thinkin. bout my guys. vwoop n rc are like similar guys with different dials switched. And they both live in a society ... They both deal with the alienation from society in different ways.

Vwoop is coping by being good at society. It's winning. It's making society where there isn't, and so good at learning what it's supposed to do and conforming :3.

RC tries to integrate into a society that largely has nothing to do with it, + a society that is largely formed on Family, and while not exclusively nuclear and monogamous (so one social relationship does not rlly inhibit others in that way), it's still that this is what the people are doing, and that's how relationships are formed. And it's the classic aromantic moment, when society at large is mostly concerned with forming the family structure. Shrugs helplessly.

Vwoop does not think the world would turn without it. It's not always confident that it's doing a good job or being helpful or that people excessively Like it. But it doesn't ever really think like that y'know.

[6slux]

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. THREE’S A CROWD!—poly!bfs! geto suguru & gojo satoru

.ᐟ +18, established poly, cunnilingus, comfort smut

you absolutely hated your job. you hated the way that place made you feel, you hated the way your body ached on the way to clock out. from your know-it-all colleagues to a rigid schedule that didn’t even allow you to catch a breath. you could go on and on about what you despised at work. the only problem was that their asses would owe you overtime by the end.

stumbling into your shared apartment, you’d slammed the front door particularly harsh one evening. the frame rattled behind you as you sashayed past the living room-right where your two boyfriends slouched off the couch.

it seemed each evening you got in later and later. the echos of your steps only becoming harsher against the floorpanels. what was once their overjoyous girl who used to leap into their arms and greet them with kisses became—this.

despite being in the next room, your movements are noisy and turbulent. one might’ve mistaken them for a fire evacuee collecting her belongings. what could’ve possibly taken your position from bad to worse?

two voices transcended into one as they called out to you. “what does she got going on?”, day questioned night, gojo then scratching at the side of his ruffled locs.

geto was the more assertive of the two. his fingertips long frozen over the pads of his black controller. rhetorical questions weren’t taken lightly around these parts, the dark-haired male already standing from a flattened cushion.

geto excused himself as he traced the hot trail you blazed throughout their home a couple seconds earlier. no more than five minutes later he returned with his baby in his arms.

he had to practically herd you back out to the couch. by time as your tired body curled up on top of his...you were sobbing into his chest.

“rough day, huh? let it out, sweetheart. we’re right here for ya. whenever you’re ready to talk about it…”, gojo idly sat by your side, now rubbing your back along with your other boyfriend as you wheezed up gibberish. clearly, a tsunami of emotions hit you at your most vulnerable. all it took was one soft ‘are you okay’ to release the floodgates.

nodding vigorously into a now damp crew neck, “thin ice. i’ve been working my butt off for three years now! then- that bitch had the audacity to just pop a head in and tell me- i’m on thin fucking ice”, like a record player your manager’s words were recited through a muffled cry.

“they should be lucky we don’t burn that place to the ground”

“fuck all of those assholes in that lame establishment. ive been telling you to just stay your ass in the house”

a string of passionate encouragement followed your words in shock. at this point your mind was blurry- you couldn’t quite distinguish who said what and which hand belonged to which. geto’s heavy chest whispered sweet nothings beneath the shell of your ear. thump, thump, thump—each heartbeat serenadingly calm against your tensed body. he had long wrapped you up in a wool throw, palm running along the flat of your back.

several silent moments passed, but it was clear that you were still deep in overthought. one sob too many led gojo to parting his soft pout, again.

“gonna cry ya’self into a freakin’ puddle, baby. c’monn, look at me,” two slender digits snaked around your chin, the calloused padding then wiped away runoff tears. “let us help you, m’kay? just wanna help our pretty girl out…stressing over a job she doesn’t even need”, geto chimed in beneath you, already peeling the covers off of your frame. it was as if the two were fused by the brain- the darker-haired man lifting your hips as gojo dragged your bottoms to your feet. the fabric is discarded into a pile on the carpet.

fat tears stilled at the brim of your waterline, allowing the two to adjust you until you were just in a pair of panties. geto helped ball up your shirt past your navel while his best friend thumbed at the wet spot between your thighs.

“satoru, it’s embarrassing,” you attempted to paw at his wrist which only earned you an icy-cold stare from below. “you know better than that, sweetheart. you’re way too sexy to be getting shy on us now,” the vibrations from the chest pressed against your back forces you to gulp up a groan. his wide palms slip down the backside of your thighs; right until he’s behind your knees. strong hold then pulling them up and apart to give gojo unabashed access.

your cheeks swell with warmth as the white-haired man peeled a corner of your center free. the thin fabric stuck to you like glue, a couple seconds of prying finally allowing him to drag it past your hips. “pretty ass pussy needs me just as bad as i need her”, a pointer and a middle finger spread your sticky lips apart. strings of syrupy arousal barricaded your slit.

gojo’s head eagerly ducks as his tongue flattened to swipe through the mess—right until he’s latching onto your swollen clit with suction. that’s when your limbs grow antsy, geto acted as an unfazed restraint. gojo was so unbelievably greedy when it came to eating pussy—your pussy. his thick tongue goes from swirling into a figure 8 to pistoning in and out of your clenching hole. he’s firmed the muscle up to penetrate past your weeping walls. then he’s softening the blow by pressing kisses all along your sensitive cunt.

geto, on the other hand, is so content with having your pretty face all to himself. his head cranes yours into his long neck. his wide lips repeatedly pressed peck after peck into your hot face. “satoru’s got our pretty girl squirming. let it out for us, pretty girl. fucking his tongue like that…chase that fucking nut, baby,”

he doesn’t have to tell you twice, a helpless croak came from your throat as you messily bucked your core to the textured friction. atlast that stubborn knot in the pit of your belly released down the sides of gojo’s dripping face. he laps and laps only asking for more as geto pressed down on your torso.

the air grew stuffy and muggy—all three of you now breathing hard as an attempt to calm down. your boys knew when their sensitive girl was exhausted,“you did such a good job for us. now let suguru go run us a nice hot bath-”

“wait why do i-”

“wit’ my lavender epsom?”

“with your lavender epsom, baby,” gojo added on, still pressing loving kisses into your supple inner thighs.

“i love you both so freaking much”.

[rainrot4me]

Hii!!!! I really like your stuff :3

How do you think the pastas would react to their S/O wanting to try period sex?

✦ . jeff the killer

“Blood doesn’t scare me, sweetheart.”

Jeff just raises a brow like, “That’s supposed to stop me?” This is a guy who’s usually covered in some other kind of blood.

He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even hesitate. If anything, he gets a little smirk on his face. “Kinda metal, honestly.”

But he will make a few jokes about it—“Should I light some candles or summon a demon?”—and you’ll have to swat at him to get him to behave.

Will 100% brag about being unbothered.

✦ . ticci toby

“…Uh. Yeah. I mean—if you’re comfortable, I’m good.”

He’s a little flustered. Not because he’s squeamish—he’s seen far worse—but because you’re the one asking, and that sends his thoughts spinning.

He’ll ask a lot of questions to make sure you’re okay, and he’ll be a bit awkward at first, but he wants to make you feel wanted, no matter what.

The moment you reassure him, he’s all in. Just…maybe don’t joke about red wings. He’ll die on the spot.

✦ . eyeless jack

“You’re asking a surgeon if he’s bothered by blood?”

Jack tilts his head and hums like you’ve just proposed something mildly interesting.

He’s the definition of unbothered. Will keep the same calm tone and intense gaze, like he’s analyzing your comfort more than anything else. He does appreciate your vulnerability in asking, though. Might even praise you for being open.

You get a little extra softness from him afterward—gentle cleanup, checking in, maybe even cooking something for you.

✦ . masky (tim wright)

“You’re serious?”

Masky looks at you like you’re testing him. At first, it’s that quiet stare of “why are you telling me this” but it quickly shifts to “…Wait, you’re serious?”

He doesn’t care about mess—he’s practical, intense, and if it brings you comfort or closeness, he’s not backing out.

He probably won’t say much, but the grip he has on you says more than enough.

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

“If that’s what you want, then it’s what you’ll get.”

He doesn’t blink. He just leans in close and says it low. He has a quiet, collected dominance about him that makes you feel safe even when asking something vulnerable.

He might pull you into his lap, tuck your hair behind your ear, and murmur, “Just say the word.”

He does keep a towel nearby. Man’s prepared, respectfully.

✦ . kate the chaser

“Finally, someone who doesn’t flinch at a little blood.”

Kate grins, a little wolfish. “Messy? Sure. Problem? Nope.”

She’ll pin you down just to watch your reaction, hands gentle but grip firm. It’s kind of a bonding thing to her. She appreciates the honesty and boldness of asking—and respects that you know what you want.

She might even make a ritual out of checking on you afterward, cleaning you up, and curling up close in an almost protective way.

✦ . ben drowned

“Aren’t we like…already in a horror movie?”

Ben is a bit of a menace. He’s not grossed out, but he will make jokes. The first thing he says is probably, “Hot,” just to watch you squirm. He’s weirdly comfortable with the concept and makes it less awkward by not treating it like a big deal.

“Blood and gore? Boring. You being into it? Now that’s interesting.”

(He might even pause the game for you—maybe.)

✦ . clockwork

“You’re seriously worried about a little blood? Look at me.”

Clockwork gives you a look. She’ll lean in, smirk curling sharp, and tap her clock eye with her fingernail. “Honey, I’m literally part machine.”

She finds it kind of empowering, actually. You trusting her enough to bring it up? That earns you her full attention.

She’ll make sure you feel in control the whole time—gentle where it counts, but rough enough that you feel wanted.

✦ . laughing jack

“Darling, you think that’s gonna scare me off?”

He bursts out laughing, throwing his head back like you just told the best joke.

Then he wiggles his fingers and gets real close: “I’m already a monster, sweets. You think a little natural disaster’s gonna stop me?”

He’s dramatic, teasing, but also surprisingly attentive. Will make sure you’re cozy and comforted. Might bring you candy afterward just because he’s still Jack.

✦ . slenderman

“…If this is your desire, it is no trouble.”

Slender speaks calmly, formally, and never once lets you feel ashamed. His aura alone says this is natural, this is safe.

He respects your autonomy and doesn’t recoil or hesitate. You’ll find his movements slower, more purposeful, like he’s hyperaware of what you need.

And afterward? He brings you warm tea, clean clothes, and wordlessly braids your hair if you let him.

꩜ .ᐟ

[cwwv9]

«When you’re drunk and in love»

— without gender!drunk!reader x rin itoshi, Isagi yoichi, michael kaiser, alexis ness, sae itoshi.

warning: The collection contains scenes of alcohol consumption, drunken confessions of love, emotional vulnerability, light sexual intimacy, corporeality and moments of possible misunderstanding/awkwardness between the characters. All heroes are adults. The atmosphere varies from romantic to dark and tense

open requests for everyone!

Rin Itoshi

You walk on your feet. The pulse in the temple beats, the stomach is funny tickling from alcohol, and you, smiling, standing in the middle of the street - all vague, slightly unhinged, disoriented, but happy.

On the other side is Rin.

Brown, in the dark wind, with clenched fists in the pockets. He looks at you as a problem that needs to be fixed before anyone notices it.

– You’re an idiot, – he throws at you. – Why didn’t you answer the messages?

– Because you’re boring.

You laugh and, without keeping your balance, hang on his hand.

He catches you. He sighs. He holds you like a hug. You like it. And you don’t care if he rolls his eyes again.

– Are you okay? – He’s still frowning, but his voice is... softer than usual. Careful.

You reach up to see his face. It’s so close. These are the eyelashes. These are the lips. Your fingers find his cheek, they touch him. He is not isolated, but still, as if afraid to move.

– You know... you mumble, slowly, as if you speak from the depths of your stomach. – You’re very beautiful.

He blinks. His face is stony, but you see - the ears are red.

– You’re drunk, he says quietly. And you’re talking nonsense.

— No... – you’re clinging to his shoulders with your forehead against his chest. – I’m drunk, but honest... I just can’t tell you that when I’m sober. Because you’re... so... always with a sour face and in general... I love you, Rin.

– ...

– I love it. Very much. And long ago. And that’s annoying. Because you don’t notice anything. Or pretend to.

Silence. Second. Eternity. The whole street seems to disappear. Only your breath, his fingers on your waist and your cheek on his chest.

– You won’t even remember tomorrow,' he whispers, almost with despair.

– Remember.

– Definitely not.

– Then I’ll say it again. When I’m sober. If you’re brave enough.

You’re giggling. He’s squeezing you a little tighter.

You’re giggling. He’s squeezing you a little tighter.

– Let’s go home, said Rin in a deaf ear. Before I go crazy.

He leads you to him, silently. Your hand in it. He does not let go for a moment. At home - quiet. He helps you take off your shoes, brings you water, throws you a blanket and sits next to you on the floor. He doesn’t leave. He doesn’t say a word.

You fall asleep.

And he sits with his head down, thinking only of one thing:

You said that you loved him.

And it kills.

Isagi Yoichi

He notices you as soon as he enters the bar.

You sit in a high chair at the bar, rocking to the beat of loud music and looking into the glass too happily as if it were the meaning of life. The cheeks are bland, the eyes wandering. And on the face - a dangerous mixture of pleasure and fatigue.

Isaiah comes closer, alert.

– Hey, it’s touching your shoulder. – Are you okay?

You turn to him abruptly and you float away in the sweetest, most drunkest smile.

– Yoooichia... you’re here.

And you fall on his chest.

He catches you. People are laughing around, someone is throwing "Good luck" and he’s blushing to the ears.

– How much did you drink? - He helps you stand. – You’re wobbling. You can’t even stand...

– But I’m standing next to you - you mumble, clinging to his hoodie. — Yoichi, your hands are so strong...

He’s suffocating.

– It’s time for you to go home.

– And you’ll walk me.

– Of course.

– Are you sure you’re okay?

You turn to him, too close. Your fingers are on his chin and his voice is lower.

— Yoichi... and you know... I love you.

– What?.. he almost dropped a glass.

– Love it. A lot. I’m just sober afraid to talk. You’re so good... you think all the time, try, and I just get in the way.

– No... you’re not interfering... – He’s going down. His lips are trembling. His heart is roaring.

– Just know. And if you don’t want to, forget it.

You yawn and curl up on the couch. Isaiah is watching you fall asleep, breathing, clinging to the hem of his shirt as if you were afraid of losing.

He sits down on the floor, tilts over the couch and looks at the ceiling for a long time.

"You said that you loved me..."

Michael Kaiser

The evening started out in style. A loft with panoramic windows, a party under private DJs, wine dripping like water and golden lamps scattering light on the smooth walls. Everything - just like the Kaiser likes. Looks, prestige, attention.

But it all becomes a background as soon as he sees you.

You’re sitting on the window sill, the front of your shirt unfolded, fingers around the edge of the glass. Cheeks are smothered by alcohol, eyes are a little out of focus. Drunk, beautiful as a picture.

He comes to you lazy as if it doesn’t matter. But the heart is already beating faster.

– How was the evening? he asks, leaning against the glass next to him.

You lift your eyes, smile.

– It’d be better if you weren’t sitting so far away.

– Miss me too much, hm?

You reach up close, awkwardly clinging to the lapel of his jacket.

– Do you know why I came? – whispers. – Because you said you would.

He laughs - quietly, surprised.

— You’re really drunk.

– I’m... in love, Kaiser.

You say it with your forehead against his chest.

— I love the way you laugh. The way you look when you win. The way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. I need you like oxygen. But I’m sober - and I don’t talk. Because I’m afraid you’ll crush it.

The Kaiser stops. The silence covers you like water. Then it slams your face, lifts you up.

– Say it again. Just for me. Without all these people, cameras, games.

– I love you.

– Hard?

– Crazy.

He kisses you on the forehead - do not hurry. Takes his hand and leads away from the loft. Down the hall. Into the elevator. At night.

– Then you have no right to disappear.

– And you don’t have the right to let go.

– Not going to, he says, and suddenly there’s not a drop of mockery in the voice.

Alexis Ness

Night. Empty training hall in the club. Behind the windows is rain, even, elastic. Light only from the lamp at the door. And you are sitting on the floor in the corner, leaning against the wall. In a sports uniform, wet, tired, and as it turns out - drunk.

Alexis finds you by himself. In a panic.

– God, you disappeared after the party ... I thought something happened to you.

You look up. Slow, heavy.

– It’s okay. I just wanted... quiet.

– Alone? Here? Drunk? – He comes down close, almost whispering. – That’s not like you.

– It’s because I hate how I feel around you.

He’s wobbling back.

– What?..

— You are so bright. Sincere. Easy. Next to you I want to be different, but I can not. I pretend. And tired. And still do not distance. Because I love you.

He is silent for a long time. He looks at you as if you are something fragile, sensitive. Then he whispers:

– Why are you making me feel that way? Why you?

– Because you love me, too. But you won’t admit it.

You reach up and squeeze on his cheek.

– I wanted to say it before, but was sober, and I lacked the courage.

He clenches. Tears almost. Then just... hugs. Tight, as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

– I’m scared too, she whispers. But you’re here now. And I won’t let go of you. Never.

Sae Itoshi

Hotel in Tokyo, top floor, glass walls. Below the roads are lit up and skyscrapers flicker. Inside - minimalism: bar, low sofa, vintage player. The music is old, jazz.

You are standing at the bar, with your back to him. Hands tremble like breath. In a glass - dear cognac. You pour for the third time.

The sauna opens the door without knocking. Immediately notices your posture - hunched, tired. He comes slowly, silent, like a predator, not spooking the prey.

– Why did you drink alone? – His voice is quiet, even, like a reproach.

You smile without turning around.

– Because you make me lose control. I’m afraid of you.

He comes closer, almost close.

– Afraid of me or what you’re feeling?

— Something... between. – You drink and look at your reflection in the window. – I love you, Saé. I’m disgusted by this addiction. You’re icy. Silent. Detached. I’m... still a bit long.

He doesn’t move. He just watches. Then he slowly touches your hand.

– Are you drinking to block it out?

– I drink to have an excuse. If I break down. If I ask you to stay.

You turn around. He’s close. His smell is spicy, dear, painfully familiar. You stretch, touch his shirt, his collarbone, and he stands still - like a stone, only his eyes are softer.

– Say something, Saé.

– You’re hiding from yourself again. – He’s holding his fingers over your cheek without taking a look away. – Don’t. I don’t sleep at night either. Do you think it’s easy?

– Then why are you silent?

He bends. His lips are frozen at your ear.

– Because I’m afraid that if I confess one day... you’ll disappear. I can’t lose you. I won’t survive.

[mvst4far]

SMALL CUTS

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑻𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑿 𝑭.ᐟ𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─ Due to his successful surgery just a few months ago, Clayton and his motivation had been lacking quite a bit. So, you always volunteered to help him.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ Brief mentions of Clayton's heart problems, affectionate gestures, sweet talk, lots of innocent intimacy, and just pure fluff!

divider creds @bernardsbendystraws

── .✦ "Ah, shit," You hear a small wince from beside you, meeting Clayton's gaze in the mirror.

You spit out the toothpaste into the sink, and quickly rinse your mouth, grabbing a tissue. "Face me." You murmur, fingers gently gripping his bicep.

Clayton sighs and does as you told, feeling useless and weak. He didn't like you seeing him so vulnerable and open, having to take care of him. He should be taking care of you, not the other way around.

"You have to be a little more careful, you know that?" You gently dab the tissue against the small cut on his jawline, collecting the blood.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." He pouts.

"Especially since you just got out of surgery a few months ago. Just because you have a new heart, and don't need to take pills anymore, doesn't mean you can act carefree. You aren't completely healed yet."

Clayton was barely listening to your rambles, just nodding along as you lectured him for the tenth time. Sometimes you acted like his mother, and it pissed him off no doubt.

You sigh and shake your head, "And, also just because the doctors have allowed you to be working in the office again, doesn't mean─"

"Okay, baby, I get it." He cuts you off, placing his large hands on your waist and tugging you closer. "You're just trying to look out for me, but I'm fine. It was just a small cut, right?"

"Right.." You nod, eyebrows furrowing in the middle.

"Exactly. I don't need a whole lesson on being careful, alright?"

Clayton and you both knew that you could sometimes talk too much without realizing. You couldn't help it though, you just had a lot to speak about.

"Sorry," You chuckle once realizing how much you rambled, scrunching the tissue up and tossing it into the trash once the cut was clean.

Clayton smiles gently, cupping your cheeks and brushing a strand of damp hair out your face and behind your ear. "It's okay, just try not being too overprotective next time, okay?"

You nod, smiling softly with your dimples prominent as he caresses your smooth skin. "Okay."

"Good girl," He presses a kiss to your forehead, "I love you, you know that, right? I know you're just looking out for me."

"I love you too."

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[hyundrinkmyjuice]

hiii so ive had this idea for a while now but i just dont have the skills to write it myself, its not really a reader x character but more of a maybe actor!reader x the actor of the character if u get me??😭😭

so the idea is actor!reader plays a character that is also played as the love interest/partner of hwang inho (lee byung hun's character) and during their scenes together (like a cute/intimate interaction between their characters) reader just keeps messing up her lines or having trouble staying in character because she keeps getting flustered/shy by lee byung hun causing them to redo the scene over and over again so him and the whole cast just keeps laughing and teasing her about it😣😣🙏🙏🙏

Take after Take ── .✦

Lee Byung-Hun x F!actor!reader

warnings: nothing just a hot actor and the use of y/n.

a/n: AAAAAAAAAH this request is so cute and a good first fic for me to write!!

The set felt calm, the quiet shuffle of crew members and the hum of equipment filling the air. Your hands were clammy as you stood on your mark, heart hammering in your chest. Today was the scene. The one everyone would remember, the one you felt COMPLETELY unprepared for.

“Alright, everyone, let’s get this scene rolling!” the director called. “Y/n, Byung Hun, into positions.”

You exhaled shakily, moving to your spot. Across from you, Lee Byung Hun, the Lee Byung Hun, stood calm and collected. He gave you a small, reassuring smile, like he could sense the nerves radiating off you. You tried to smile back, but it probably came out more like a grimace.

The scene was intimate, the kind of moment that makes viewers hold their breath. Byung Hun’s character, was about to show a rare moment of vulnerability, tucking a strand of hair behind your character’s ear. It was a simple gesture, but loaded with emotion. And you? You just had to respond with a single line.

“Action!” the director called.

Byung Hun delivered his lines flawlessly, his voice was deep and low, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. His eyes locked onto yours, so intense it felt like they could see straight through you. His hand reached up, fingertips just brushing your temple…

And you burst into laughter. Really?

“Cut!” the director said, though he sounded more amused than annoyed. “Y/n, you good?”

“I…” You glanced at Byung Hun, who was looking at you with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened. Nerves, I guess.”

“No problem,” the director said. “Let’s reset. Action!”

This time, you made it halfway through. Byung Hun’s hand moved closer, his touch so light it sent a shiver down your spine. Your line was right there on the tip of your tongue… but instead of speaking, you squeaked. And then giggled. Again.

“Cut!”

Laughter rippled through the set. Byung Hun chuckled, dropping his hand. “Do I make you that nervous?” he teased, tilting his head slightly.

“I… No,” you said, your face heating up. “Okay, maybe a little. I’m sorry, I don’t usually-”

“First time getting flustered on set?” he asked, stepping a little closer. His tone was gentle but playful, like he was enjoying your discomfort.

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice soft enough that only you could hear. “Happens to the best of us. Just focus on the scene. Forget about the cameras, the crew… and me.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “You make that sound so easy.”

He grinned. “Alright, maybe don’t forget about me completely. I am supposed to be the love of your life.”

You groaned, though you couldn’t fight the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted, stepping back into position. “Let’s give it another go.”

This time, you managed to stay focused. His hand brushed against your temple, tucking the strand of hair away. His eyes held yours, and for a moment, the world outside the scene fell away. You opened your mouth to deliver your line… and promptly tripped over your own feet, stumbling straight into his chest.

“Cut!” The director’s voice was almost drowned out by the laughter erupting around you.

Byung Hun caught your shoulders, steadying you with practiced ease. He leaned in, his voice low and teasing. “If you wanted an excuse to get closer, you could’ve just asked.”

You buried your face in your hands. “This is a disaster.”

“Not at all,” he said, his tone softening. “Memorable, though. Don’t you think?”

Eventually, after what felt like a hundred takes (and even more laughter), you finally finished the scene. When the director called it, the crew broke into applause, and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Byung Hun patted you lightly on the back. “Told you you’d get there.”

“Thanks to your patience,” you said, still catching your breath.

“Patience is part of the job,” he replied, his voice dipping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “And besides, you made it fun.”

As you walked off the set together, his hand brushed against your arm, lingering for just a moment. Your heart still raced, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves. Maybe working with Lee Byung Hun would always be a little overwhelming... but it wasn't so bad.

apologies for any mistakes, this is my first time posting one of these ;-;

divider by @aquazero ^^

[onehundredelevven]

Hello there, merry belated Christmas (if you celebrate)! I hope all is well ❤️ I have a request how about something angsty, but with a happy ending. This will be for JJK. Fem reader suspects her lover is cheating on them with their ex. this is due to the ex creating fake texts or doing something scandalous to set the men up to trick the reader. And the “evidence “ they provide is very convincing, unfortunately. The men have to find a way to win them back and prove their innocence. You can choose to do either a mini story or general head cannons, whichever is easier for you ☺️ as for which JJK male, you choose. But I do love Gojo, so please include him. Thanks so much! Take care ❤️❤️❤️

Hello Anon~ merry belated Christmas too ! Here's your request !!

JJK Men proving their faithfulness to you.

content: JJK Men x reader, hurt with comfort

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Satoru Gojo

☆When you confront him, Gojo initially laughs it off, thinking you're joking. But when he sees the hurt in your eyes, his expression turns serious.

☆“You think I would cheat on you? Baby, look at me. I could have anyone I want, and I chose you. What does that tell you?” It sounds cocky, but it’s his way of trying to reassure you.

☆The “evidence” hits him like a truck, especially when you mention it involves his ex. His playful demeanor drops completely.

☆He investigates obsessively, pulling every string he has. When he finds out his ex fabricated the texts, he makes sure they’ll regret ever messing with your relationship.

☆To prove his loyalty, he takes you somewhere significant—a quiet shrine at sunset where he confesses all his vulnerabilities. “I know I joke around a lot, but I don’t with you. You’re my everything, okay? Please don’t doubt that.”

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Suguru Geto

☆When you confront Suguru, he’s calm but visibly pained by your accusation. “Do you really think I’d betray you like that?” he asks, his voice quiet but firm.

☆The fake messages shake him because they do look convincing. Still, he keeps his composure and promises, “I’ll clear this up, just trust me for now.”

☆Suguru digs into the situation like a detective, finding subtle inconsistencies in the texts and proving his ex’s deceit.

☆To win you back, he pens a heartfelt letter, explaining how much you mean to him and how he would never jeopardize what you have. He delivers it in person, sitting with you until you’re ready to forgive him.

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Nanami Kento

☆Nanami takes your accusation with devastating seriousness. His brow furrows, and he listens carefully to everything you say. “If this is how you feel, I won’t dismiss it. But I need you to believe me when I say it’s not true.”

☆The texts from his ex make his jaw tighten. “That woman is trying to cause trouble. I’ll handle this.”

☆He wastes no time confronting his ex, collecting receipts, and presenting them to you methodically, like a courtroom defense.

☆Nanami shows his love through action. After clearing things up, he surprises you with a quiet dinner at your favorite restaurant. Over candlelight, he takes your hand and says, “I’ll never let anyone come between us again. You’re all I need.”

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Toji Fushiguro

☆Toji laughs bitterly when you accuse him, but it’s not out of amusement—it’s disbelief. “You really think I’d go back to her?”

☆The fake evidence pisses him off. “That snake’s been causing problems for years. I should’ve known she’d try something like this.”

☆He tracks down his ex in record time, not mincing words or threats. Once he has proof of her lies, he drags himself back to you, guilt written all over his face.

☆“Look, I’m not good at this stuff, but you gotta know I wouldn’t mess this up. You’re too important to me.” He leaves the decision in your hands, but his sincerity is undeniable.

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Ryomen Sukuna

☆Sukuna’s pride takes a hit when you accuse him. “You think I’d stoop so low as to sneak around? If I didn’t want you, I’d tell you to your face.”

☆He scoffs at the “evidence” at first, but when he realizes how much it’s shaken you, his expression hardens. “Whoever’s behind this is dead. Simple as that.”

☆He confronts his ex with terrifying intensity, uncovering the truth and making sure they won’t try anything like this again.

☆To prove his loyalty, Sukuna softens—just a little. He sits with you, looking you in the eye, and says, “You’re mine, and I’m yours. Don’t let anyone make you think otherwise.”

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Choso Kamo

☆Choso’s reaction is pure heartbreak. “You… you think I’d do that to you?” His eyes well up, and his voice trembles as he tries to process your accusation.

☆The fabricated texts devastate him, but he refuses to let them ruin your relationship. “I’ll fix this. Please don’t give up on me.”

☆He works tirelessly to prove his innocence, eventually gathering enough evidence to expose his ex’s scheme.

☆Choso is a quiet but passionate lover. After everything is resolved, he holds you close, whispering, “I don’t want to lose you. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared for like this.”

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Shiu Kong

☆Shiu’s sharp eyes narrow when you bring up the accusation. “You think I’d waste my time on an ex when I have you?” His tone is clipped, but you can tell the idea hurts him.

☆He examines the “evidence” like it’s a case file, immediately noticing details that don’t add up. “This is amateur work,” he mutters before setting out to expose the truth.

☆Once he clears his name, Shiu sits you down and pours you a glass of wine. “I’m not a saint, but I’d never cheat on you. You’re the only one who’s ever made me want to stay.”

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Hiromi Higuruma

☆Hiromi listens patiently as you explain the situation, his expression unreadable. “I understand why you’re upset,” he says carefully. “But I promise you, I’m not lying.”

☆He meticulously analyzes the fake texts, his legal mind working overtime to find inconsistencies.

☆Hiromi confronts his ex with calm but firm resolve, collecting a confession and bringing it to you. “I’d never do something so cruel. I hope this proves that.”

☆To make amends, Hiromi takes you on a quiet date, away from the chaos, and reassures you with every word and gesture that his heart is yours alone.

[rannie-moon]

okay so how does heran compliment and reassure jungwon bc that girl is always shocked and unable to talk when he’s around but i would be too so..

LMAO I love how as a collective we see her as someone who can't even form a coherent thought around him 😭 which is true on most days! especially when they first started dating, because when they were just friends it was easier to have those moments of vulnerability with each other. but when they started dating... there was a bit more weight added to those moments of insecurity for both of them.

I think you mean compliment as in compliment his personality? If not, then I'll give a proper rundown of how she compliments his personality, compliments him in general, and reassures and comforts him 🤗 (It's raining and I'm in the mood to yap hehe)

how they compliment each other's personality

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ okay, saurrr heran and jungwon never had an awkward phase—their friendship was instant. It properly started that evening during in i-land where heran was up in the practice room a bit later, and jungwon showed up (bro was silently watching her for a solid minute smh)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they just talked for a really long time—about their families, school, being a trainee—and how can we forget jungwon trying to hide the fact that he'd had a crush on her for like two years already by then... AWESOME!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ there's nothing more to it, they just got each other from the get-go which in itself was reassuring to both of them

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that's the best way to put it. they just get each other

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the best thing is, they struggle with similar things—being open with their emotions, accepting help, accepting praise—they’ve both learned to handle things on their own for so long, it's become instinct. solitude was safety. vulnerability was a luxury

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ despite that, they still try. even if it's hard. even if it doesn't come naturally. they try for each other. If jungwon’s off—even by a little—she knows. he doesn’t have to say anything; she reads it in the way he tosses his bag aside, avoids eye contact, showers without a word

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she gives him space—an hour, sometimes two. but eventually, when it’s just the two of them, she’ll slip into his room and quietly lock the door behind her.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she never forces it. she’s smart. she uses tactics.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they're literally the calm to each other's storm—and have been since day one. watching that balance evolve into something so solid and sacred? enough to make me lay in the middle of a highway during a thunderstorm with open arms. they are insane for that

he’s lying on his bed, hair still damp, scrolling aimlessly through his phone with the most distant look on his face. the second he sees her walk in, he exhales like he knew this moment was coming. "heran," he says tiredly, "can we not do this today, please?"

she raises a brow and kicks off her slippers, plopping onto his bed beside him. "do what?" "I’m not in the mood to talk." "talk about what?" "...about why I’m angry." she tilts her head, resting her chin in her palm. "you’re angry? you don’t sound angry." he shifts a little, now looking at her—exhausted, but soft. "that’s because I’m speaking to you. and I don’t like speaking to you when I’m angry. It’s not fair." she gasps, dramatic. "wow. so I’m the problem now? you can’t even talk to your own girlfriend because some wacko ruined your mood? awesome. I’ll just leave, then." she starts to slide off the bed, but his hand catches her wrist before she can even lift a foot. "wait, wait—no," he says, tugging her back gently. "It’s not you, idiot. It’s the other idiot. something happened during today’s media meeting." heran hides her smile as she flops back down beside him. and just like that, she has him—without him even realising it.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they match each other's freak so perfectly it’s agonising. the type of relationship that screams: “I’m going to flirt first and then immediately combust from embarrassment.” but not in a cutesy ��hehe I blushed” way. no. It’s a screams-into-a-pillow, rolls-off-the-couch, slaps-own-forehead kind of shy

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran will say something flirty—on purpose, because she likes seeing jungwon get flustered—and then she’s the one running headfirst into a wall two seconds later because he called her "baby" in retaliation. she folds like laundry.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon, on the other hand, is lowkey evil. not loud, not flashy—but once he knows what gets to her, he uses it. he’ll whisper something like “you’re so pretty it’s distracting,” right before a group stage and then walk away while she’s short-circuiting and sunoo is fanning her down

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and yet, even with all the flirting and teasing and chaotic bashfulness—they’re each other’s softest place to land. when things get overwhelming, they have this unspoken agreement to meet in the quiet middle: forehead touches, pinkies intertwined, words not always needed

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they are the kind of couple that makes everyone else feel third-wheeled even when they’re not doing anything remotely romantic. like, he’ll hand her a bottle of water and she’ll say, “thank you, angel,” and boom ni-ki has to leave the room

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and it’s not performative. they’re like this alone, they’re like this around their members, they’re like this on camera—which is what makes it both endearing and infuriating. the love is just there. effortless. rooted. chaotic, but so full of care

how heran compliments/praises him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran actually invented the term 'down bad'... google it. do it.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she's got to be the biggest jungwon enthusiast on this planet bruh. tf you mean she put out an entire album for him??? (we'll talk about that at a later stage hehe)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and yes, she writes songs and the occasional poem about him—but her real pride lies in saying it to his face. no secondhand compliments. If she loves something about him, he’s going to hear it directly from her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it ranges from a cute compliment to a comment you'd find under a heeseung edit. she has absolutely ZERO chill and doesn't plan to find any smh

she’ll see him walk into a room—doing nothing but existing—and immediately go, “you are so annoying to look at. why do you look like that. fix your face.” and jungwon, with the straightest face, goes: “...thank you?” but then she adds, “I mean, I get it now. If I saw you walking down the street I’d probably fall in love with you too. tragic.” and he’s just red. behind the ears. down his neck. It’s over.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what kills him most though? she says these things so genuinely. no agenda. no performance. just a girl in love with her person, who wants to make sure he knows exactly how cherished he is

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and when I tell you that this girl has some of the worst cuteness aggression for him... it's scary. like borderline needs help

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they'll be doing absolutely nothing—just lounging in the dorms, watching a drama or scrolling on their phones—and suddenly, without warning, heran will let out the most unhinged scream and launch herself at him like a possessed squirrel

“WHY WOULD YOU SMILE LIKE THAT?!” she'd shriek mid-air, tackling him into the cushions. “WHAT DO YOU GAIN FROM BEING THIS ADORABLE?!” jungwon, pinned under her and absolutely wheezing, would be like, “I blinked, heran. I blinked.” “exactly! you blinked cutely! You should be arrested!” the rest of the members? used to it. at this point, they barely look up. sunghoon, unfazed: “has she bitten him yet?” heeseung, casually sipping his drink: “not yet. but it’s coming. I feel it in my bones.” jake, scrolling through his phone: “ten bucks says she pinches his cheeks in the next five seconds.” and like clockwork— “AAAHHH!” heran squeals, aggressively squishing jungwon’s cheeks between her hands. “LOOK AT YOUUUU. I’M GONNA BOTTLE YOU UP AND PUT YOU ON MY KEYCHAIN!!” jungwon, utterly red in the face, just groans. “can’t believe I’m dating the tasmanian devil.” but lowkey? he loves it. that quiet smile always creeps onto his face afterwards, especially when she cuddles up beside him all huffy and out of breath, like she just ran a marathon from sheer emotional overload. “feel better?” he’d ask, voice soft. she’d nod against his shoulder, muttering, “no. you’re still too cute. It’s actually your fault. you should apologise.” se chuckles, arm wrapping around her. “sorry for existing, I guess.” she hums. “good. now sit still while I dramatically stare at you for twenty minutes. therapy.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she does, in fact, watch jungwon edits like it’s a full-time job—with overtime, benefits, and a pension plan.

she has a dedicated tiktok folder titled “won edits <3” and it currently has 294 saved videos. and counting.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the worst part? she’ll watch them while he’s literally sitting next to her

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ like they’ll be chilling in the dorm, and she’s got her phone turned away, earphones in, giggling like a lovesick fool.

he side-eyes her, raises an eyebrow. “what are you watching?”

she blinks innocently. “nothing.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he already knows.

“is it another edit of me?” “no…” cue the unmistakable 'don't think they know' by chris brown in the background “heran.” “OKAY BUT LOOK HOW HOT YOU LOOK—THE ZOOM-IN? THE FLASH TRANSITION??”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and he can’t even argue because she’ll shove the phone in his face like:

“see? SEE?? YOU DID THAT!! YOU’RE INSANE FOR THIS LOOK.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he just stares at her like,

“I’m right here. In 4K. breathing. blinking. you don’t need an edit to see me.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but she shrugs. “yeah but tiktok jungwon looks like he's about to pin me against a wall. real jungwon just steals my food and asks me to play with his hair.”

“so this is about you being horny...?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jungwon gave up. he started sending her edits himself.

“look, this one has that clip where I'm manspreading.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she cried.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ he wins. again. (so does she <3)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ yeah, so her form of complimenting him is more down-bad-clawing-at-the-walls-of-my-enclosure shit LMFAO

how heran reassures him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ like I said—she knows this boy like the back of her hand. honestly? she probably knows him better than she knows herself on most days. so even when she’s not at 100%, she somehow manages to become exactly what he needs

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It’s quiet. moments like this with them always are. not awkward. not empty. just… still. like the calm after a storm, or the first deep breath after a panic attack. soft and slow and grounding

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sometimes it’s her hand resting on his chest while they lie down, just feeling his heartbeat until it slows.

sometimes it’s her showing up to practice when she knows he’s had a rough day—sitting by the wall, not saying anything, just there.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her voice is softest with him during these moments. no teasing. no jokes. just that rare, fragile tenderness reserved only for him.

she’ll cradle his face and say,

"It's okay, baby just breathe. we can talk later, yeah?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and jungwon doesn't like crying in front of people. we know this.

he’s always carried himself with quiet composure—calm, collected, dependable. and heran? she’s the same. If something hurts, she’d rather bite her tongue than let the words slip out

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but when you find that person you trust enough, pride is the last thing on your mind. and in that quiet dorm room, with the lights low and the world shut out, there’s no pride—just presence

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ this is where she just holds him as tight as she can.

his face is buried in her neck, and each shaky breath he lets out feels like it’s being pulled straight from the center of his chest. she can feel his tears soaking into her shirt, and it makes her throat close up—not because she’s uncomfortable, but because it hurts.

seeing him like this hurts

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her instinct is to cry with him. to mirror his pain. but this is where she reminds herself—he needs her steady. so she swallows the lump in her throat and just smooths a hand over the back of his head.

“I’ve got you,” she whispers, voice barely there. “it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and he's the same with her.

he’s sat with her through more anxiety attacks than he can count—legs tangled on the floor of practice rooms, hands trembling as she tries to breathe through it, him just silently holding her and counting till 10

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but it wasn’t always like this.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ because during what heran herself dramatically refers to as the great hewon depression™—everything fell apart in slow motion.

they were distant. busy. unavailable in every way that mattered.

between comeback schedules, promotions, filming, and the pressure to always be “on,” their relationship became background noise—a blur between other priorities. they barely talked. barely saw each other. and when they did, it was surface-level.

no time. no room for softness.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ their relationship was being chipped away, and the scariest part was: they didn’t even have time to question the stability.

they were going through the motions.

a hug here. a tired smile there.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It got so bad that they had to swallow their emotions, because the structure—the security, the grounding—that came from one another was gone. and with it, their ability to cope.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ they weren’t leaning on each other anymore. they were just... existing.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AND THAT'S ON CODEPENDANCE FROM THE AGE OF 15 RAHHHHH!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but they're good now and that's all that matters. I like to say they're soulmates who got it right the first time 🤧🩷

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Seasonal Shopping Lucifer x Reader

You both were at a local store, browsing through pumpkins and fall-themed items. Lucifer, being the shorter one, had to stand on his tiptoes to reach the higher shelves. As you towered beside him, you couldn't help but roll your eyes and giggle at his struggle. With a huff, Lucifer finally grabbed a decorative gourd, only for it to slip out of his grasp and crash onto the floor. He glared at you, as if daring you to say anything. "Real mature, Lucifer," you muttered, trying to hold back laughter.

Lucifer's face flushed with annoyance. He stormed off to another aisle, leaving you to clean up the mess. A few minutes later, you found him surrounded by plush ducks, his favorite collectible. Lucifer clutched a giant plush duck to his chest, a rare moment of vulnerability flickering across his face before it was replaced by his usual scowl. "Don't you dare make fun of me," he growled, eyeing you warily. “We’re here for fall decor, not duckies.” You say matter-of-factly.

Lucifer shot you a withering glare and hugged the plush toy tighter. "Well, maybe if you weren't so tall and always looking down on me, I wouldn't need these to cuddle with," he snapped. You gasp before snapping back. “It's not my fault you're insecure about your height!” Lucifer's eyes flashed with anger, and he stood up, the plush duck still clutched in his arms. "Insecure? Me? You're one to talk, Ms. 'I-can-reach-the-top-shelf-without-breaking-a-sweat'!"

“I don't get your problem!” ​​Lucifer's eyes turned a deep shade of red as he stomped his foot, the plush duck tumbling out of his arms. "My problem?! My problem is being surrounded by giants who think they're better than me just because I'm shorter! You never understand anything, do you?!"

“You’re the king of hell. I don’t get why you, of all people, would feel intimidated!” Lucifer went into his full demon form, horns and all. "Oh, great! Now you’re bringing my title into this?! Being the King of Hell doesn’t automatically make me immune to insecurities, okay?! And you wouldn’t get it, because you’re tall and beautiful and perfect!" Lucifer's voice cracked on the last word, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment. He grabbed the plush duck and stuffed it back into his arms, trying to composed himself. "Forget it. Just forget it."

You stormed out of the aisle, clearly angry. Lucifer watched silently as you quickly walked away, his expression unreadable. As soon as you turned and walked away, he slumped against the shelves, burying his face in the plush toy and letting out a frustrated sigh. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..."

Sorry I didn’t post yesterday, I was super busy. I will be posting as much as I can though!

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Iris: Is this your move then? You invite women back to your place to check out your record collection? Ezra: [shrugs] I work with what I have. Iris: Not even properly displayed, just thrown on the floor. Ezra: They’re not thrown— [exhales] Are you going to spend the whole night criticizing me? Iris: I might. It’s kinda my thing.

Ezra: Ahh. Okay. I think I get it. Iris: Get what? Ezra: You. Iris: Oh really?

Ezra: Mhm. You criticize people to keep them on the defensive because it keeps the spotlight off you. It’s a clever way to avoid being vulnerable, but I can’t imagine it serves you well. Iris: Ooh someone took a semester of psych in college. Very impressive.

Ezra: Two semesters, actually. Iris: Even better. Ezra: How about you put on a record, and I’ll pour us some wine, and then we can relax on the couch while you tell me something about yourself. Something real. Iris: Well, I won’t turn down the wine.

Iris: Okay. So, what do you want me to tell you? What qualifies as “something real”? Ezra: Hmm… Are you close with your family? Iris: I am, yeah. Ezra: What are they like?

Iris: My parents are very kind and generous people. My mom genuinely loves everyone she meets, it’s the weirdest thing, but it’s true. My brother is like that too, loves people. Ezra: How many siblings do you have? Iris: Just the one. And, honestly, I think he’s my best friend. He’s the one person I can talk to about anything.

Ezra: That must be nice. Iris: It is. What about you? Are you close with your family? Ezra: Not as close as I used to be. My parents are quite conservative and… traditional. We don’t see eye-to-eye on much these days.

Iris: What about siblings? Ezra: I have three older sisters. They’re all married with children, so I have eight nieces and nephews. I haven’t seen them since moving here. They’re all busy and far away, you know how it is. But I try to send them gifts for their birthdays and Winterfest.

Iris: Eight? Wow. Do you like being an uncle? Ezra: Yeah, it’s great. Iris: My brother and his husband are having twins, so my first niece and nephew are on the way. Ezra: That’s exciting, you’re gonna love it.

Iris: Is it hard being away from your family? Ezra: Sometimes. I’m happy here, but I do miss them, and I miss being surrounded by family all the time. Iris: Well, if you ever meet my mother, I’m sure she’ll adopt you straight away. It’s what she does. Ezra: Sounds good to me. When can I meet her?

Iris: [wrinkles her nose] Bit soon for that. Ezra: Yeah, probably. But it does feel like we might have something special here, you and me. Don’t you think? Iris: Yeah, it does.

Iris: But, um [sighs]… Look, my last relationship was… bad… so I’m gonna need to take this slow. Ezra: No problem. We can take things as slowly as you need to. Iris: Thank you.

Iris: I should get home. Ezra: No, it’s late. You can stay here tonight. I’m happy to sleep on the couch. Iris: I can’t. I have an early appointment. Ezra: Alright. Do you want a ride home? Iris: No, I’ll be fine, I promise, it’s not far.    Ezra: Are you sure? Iris: I’m sure. Maybe I can stay over tomorrow night, if you’re free. Ezra: I’d like that.

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＃MYSTIC MESSENGER !! ♡ — BEING VULNERABLE WITH YOU.

#. synopsis! — how they show their trust .

#. characters! — jumin, zen (hyun), yoosung, saeyoung (707), saeran (ray), jihyun (v) .

#. warnings! — slight angst.

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

#. a/n! — come join my discord server? it's newly opened with a fantasy bakery theme! we have emojis from genshin impact, honkai star rail, sanrio, overwatch, pokemon, mystic messenger, and more! a collection of funny stickers, channels to promote yourself, meet new friends, share your writing/art, + lots more! plus, our staff is very chill and friendly! we'd love to see you there! <;33

＃ JUMIN !! ♡

Jumin, who never really thought himself to be the romantic type, but loses himself so easily in his relationship with you that he’d do anything imaginable just to see you smile for him. This sophisticated, pressed-suit wearing, stone-faced man who just crumbles when it comes to you, —who once thought love was some sick ruse made to rope people in and keep them hostage to their feelings, suddenly realizing that this rush is marvelous, and he can’t quite clearly remember a time before his heart seemed to beat for you. This man who swore he’d never love someone enough to put aside everything else on his mind and just live in the moment who sheds that dry cleaned business attire at the end of every workday and lets himself come undone for you. His walls come down and he welcomes you inside, and for once, he’s not scared of what will happen when you see the parts of him that perhaps aren’t as pretty as others. He lets you see the beautiful mess he’s made of himself over the years, and it’s then that he begins to pick up all these tattered pieces, finally preparing to put himself back together again. And recognizing you’ll help him do so is the sweetest comfort he’s ever known.

＃ HYUN (ZEN) !! ♡

Hyun, who stops pretending to be perfect over time and lets you see him in all the stages of healing. This man who often shields himself from the world, hiding behind a mask of narcissistic confidence, who finally lets his imperfections seep through to the surface and breathes another sigh of relief every single time you stay in the aftermath. He lets you in on the insecurities that lap at his ankles much more often than he'd ever had liked to have admitted before. He lets you hold him when he shatters instead of pushing you away, —dulls all his rigid edges to feel your warmth surround him, as if lowering all his defenses for the very first time. The world can be a cruel place to those that have made mistakes, but Hyun feels like he's finally found someone who can look at him for more than just the pretty, well-kempt face he maintains for the public. There's no sense of shame he feels the need to drown in when you let him fall apart in your arms. There's no crushing feeling of disappointment or suffocating feeling of disdain. He's more human than he fears he's ever been when your thumbs wipe the tears from beneath his eyes and you whisper to him that everything will be okay.

＃ YOOSUNG !! ♡

Yoosung, who learns over time how to not let things fester until they’ve built up so much he can’t keep them in any longer. For all he is and might not ever be, he’s come to realize that it’s okay to express his emotions before they reach a boiling point. He comes to you at the onset of upsetedness, —allows himself to feel frustrated without stuffing it down and pretending the problem doesn’t exist until it explodes. He finds that it’s so much easier to be earnest when you never talk down to him or make him feel like he’s any less of a person in your eyes because of it. Sometimes he needs advice, and other times, he just needs someone to talk to. No matter the case, he seeks you out before anyone else, knowing that you care enough about him to value his thoughts and opinions without qualifiers or regulations. He holds grudges sometimes that aren’t good for his own sake, and being shut down when he tries to address them only adds fuel to the fire. Having someone who truly listens and tells him that it’s okay to feel the way he does goes such a long way, —perhaps longer than you’ll ever know.

＃ SAEYOUNG (707) !! ♡

Saeyoung, who lets himself be honest eventually, —who lets himself chip away and then lets you smooth him over. He’s done a lot of things he’s not proud of, and he doesn’t need anyone to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. Whether it was or wasn’t doesn’t matter as much as what he knows he has to do going forward, and the last thing he really wants is to be coddled out of pity. He just wants to be heard, no sympathy necessary, no fawning over the way he sheds the skin he used to wear when he felt like happiness was millions of miles away. He just wants to be listened to. To Saeyoung, it’s the ultimate show of trust to admit to all the things he regrets, let them spill out like word vomit and not have to worry about the consequences. He doesn’t need you to understand, and knows you likely can’t given the specifics of his life’s course thus far, but knowing that you’re keen on carrying the burden with him is such an insurmountable feeling of relief. Finally, someone knows every grimy little corner of his soul and they still love him, still hold him, still want him. . . There’s nothing quite like it.

＃ SAERAN (RAY) !! ♡

Saeran, who lets little things slip as time goes on, —stares a little longer when he passes twin popsicles in grocery stores because he knows you won’t ask why. As much as he likes to pretend that he can fix things by pretending they never hurt him in the first place, there are always scars that linger just below the surface, ready to burst at the first sight of mint-colored liquids or at the first sound of deceptively sweet voices offering commands from the shadows. He carries a lot around with him wherever he goes, and just loving him until the sun dies isn’t a cure-all. You can’t turn back time and shield him from all the things in his life that have left him feeling like a shattered stain glass window. All the love in the world can’t fix the past. But there’s nothing that means more to him than knowing he can lean on you, —even if he doesn’t always do it. There’s such a sweet comfort in knowing he can turn to you when he feels like he’s drowning. And if sometimes that manifests only in letting himself shed a few tears while he eats an ice cream cone outside next to you in the sunshine, then so be it.

＃ JIHYUN (V) !! ♡

Jihyun, who talks about it all a little at a time, —about the good and the bad, the ugly and the beautiful; because it wasn’t always bad. There were times before you came in which he’d been so in love that he’d have done anything to stay exactly where he was, to freeze those moments up and keep them in a capsule that could never be shaken. And it’s important for Jihyun to tell you about those things every now and again, to let you in and reminisce on the way he’d once been so sure of it all, so ready to settle down and stay exactly where he was. But it’s equally as important for him to bare the remnants of the betrayal for you to kiss, and hold, and make peace with. He likes to think you understand him better in the wake of it, —that you’ve seen him in a new light every time he sits with you and tells you of the loss, the desire, the yearning, and all the ways he wishes things could have been different for everyone. In the end, he’s here, and there’s nowhere else he’d rather be.

[jweekgoji]

[BW] Yandere!Dinobot/Reader [hcs/thoughts]

tw/tags: heat cycle, yandere themes, mentions of stalking, jealousy, possessiveness, a tinyy bit suggestive. word count: ~700 a/n: born to obsess over underrated characters forced to yap about the popular one (but I'm joking, I love them all, I'm just sad that Beast Wars is not talked about as much as other shows).

some quick thoughts in between requests because if I don't express it now, i will forget about it.

okay hear me out on...yandere Dinobot. I know Beast Wars is not really popular in the fandom, but oh my god, this ugly handsome man

we all saw that maximals/predacons share those animalistic traits that are connected to their beast modes. Rattrap likes to chew on scrap, Cheetor acts like a cat and even meows, Tigatron considers white tigers as some kind of family; Tarantulas and Blackarachnia have that rivalry for obvious reasons (bad for him).

it would be funny if they also had some type of cybertronian heat cycles.

even though Dinobot is heavily influenced by Jurassic Park velociraptors, I still feel like he'd act like a big bird rather than a lizard. or something in between, of course.

Yandere!Dinobot is overprotective and snappy as hell, to the point he considers even other maximals as a potential danger to you. Unlike more rational bots, Dinobot has no shame at all. It would cost him an arm and a leg to admit it to you, but he's actually jealous. Of what? There's no need to find any reason to explain his behavior once the season starts.

Yandere!Dinobot is vocal; he will growl, hiss and snap his teeth at anyone who tries to approach his mate. All maximals know that it's not the time to come near the two of you, but the unrespectful predacons...I'm a sucker for duos, their possibilities, and to imagine the dynamic between Megatron/Dinobot, both trying to court the poor reader.

But once the two of you are alone, I can see him having those rare moments where Dinobot lets himself relax. Most of the time he's in a constant state of alert, the dangerous mix of his primal instincts and  that warrior code of his just tells him to take you somewhere far-far away, so no maximal or predacon will get you. So maybe he can rest just for a little with you next to him. Dinobot definitely makes soft purrs, even to his own surprise.

Yandere!Dinobot is a stalker. Maybe, when it's just the start of the relationship between the two of you, he will try to somehow justify it, at least. Like, “I am just testing your skills, a true warrior must be always alert. You don't know when the predacons attack you next” , but the more you grow closer to him, the more he lets himself be a tiny bit warmer to you “You should not wander off alone. Stick closer to me”.

Read it, and don't forget a little personal nickname he has for you, which he adds at the end of the sentence.

It will also be funny to imagine Dinobot being a little too invested in building a nest. It also gets more awkward if your beast mode is some far different species. Why would he need to collect your stuff from your room? And why is he so adamant about you always staying in his room? He is holding you so tightly that you practically have no chance but to stay. So clueless!

“Is that [...] from my quarters?”

“Just be quiet and start recharging, you irresistible fool!”

Dinobot himself is a little embarrassed too if you start asking too many questions. He doesn't like being all vulnerable, even though he trusts you very much to know that you will never make fun of him. His own mind is clouded with not so innocent thoughts, and it actually becomes a big problem when he tries to focus on his training or fighting.

I don't think Dinobot would try to attract you with those silly dances reptiles/birds do to impress their mates, but when he is in his beast mode, you can definitely notice his tail wagging just a little bit when you're around. Rattrap probably picks on it faster than you and teases Dinobot about it until the two start fighting again.

[hwallazia]

WE KNOW II – 박성화

synopsis . in which you should’ve known better before messing up with park seonghwa. | PART ONE

pairing . park seonghwa & fem! reader

genre . smut (mdni!), some fluff at the end (yes i’m guilty), mafia!au, strangers to acquaintances?

taglist . @bro-atz @hrts4nohee | apply to join my taglist ♡

word count . 3k

DISCLAIMER! mean dom!seonghwa, sub! reader, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl!), slight degradation (reader is referred as “slut” & “whore” only once), nicknames (baby, beautiful, princess, darling & more), daddy kink, bulge kink?, oral sex (m & f receiving), non-explicit aftercare, cowgirl position, lmk if I missed anything!

NIC’S NOTES and here she isss! sorry I took so long, I swear I literally dug that idea out of my head also, this may have a ridiculous amount of mistakes, but I’ll reread it soon and correct them. but well, the important thing is that she’s finally here! so I hope you enjoy it ♡

Your instincts and little motor ability guided you, as your legs were severely numb from the number of sensations that overwhelmed your body. A gentle grip on your waist kept you sane and stable, making your feet advance in confusion without knowing their destination. Your eardrum was becoming more and more sensitive to the warm air that Seonghwa released through his mouth and nostrils. Little by little, you were melting into his touch.

“Don’t faint just yet, beautiful,” His intoxicating tone of voice flushing your skin. “We have quite the night up ahead.”

Your dizzy head tried to send a warning signal to your vague and rather sleepy neurons. You were about to plunge into an even bigger problem than the one you already had on your back and you weren't realizing it.

Your nervousness and numb limbs were fogging your brain up, leaving a very submissive you as a result, vulnerable to Seonghwa’s touch.

You suddenly stopped walking, your head and trunk wobbling slightly from the abrupt stop. You watched as the man’s hand reached for the door handle to turn it and lead you to a dark, cool room. The cold air condensed your tremors and you blinked a few times to allow your eyes to get used to the darkness that surrounded you and thus try to decipher Seonghwa’s intentions.

You heard the lock and instinctively turned around, finding yourself with the closed door and the masculine and slender silhouette of Seonghwa, his face being blurred by the lack of lighting. “Hm, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” You heard his hoarse, deep voice. “Looks like I’m in luck.”

You watched as he approached you dangerously, a devilish smirk adorning his plump lips. Your breathing hitched for a few seconds as you felt him rest his long hands on your hips, his penetrating gaze peering through your soul and stabbing daggers into it. Your eyes were caught in a funny loop between seeing his eyes and his lips.

“Where should I start?” His hands went up from your hips to your back, one of them rubbing your bare shoulder and the other playing with the zipper of your elegant dress. Both making a collective effort to strip you of the silk fabric. “Normally, I’d ask if you’re okay with all this,” He tilted his head slightly to let out a soft sigh. “But you didn’t come here with good intentions, didn’t you?”

“I can’t give you a nice night if you didn’t either, love.” Finally, your dress slid down your body smoothly, your divine figure at Seonghwa’s mercy. Chills ran down your spine when you felt him curse under his breath, but you went icy the moment he abruptly brought your lips together in a kiss. There was so much hate in it and so much lust and a lot of things that weren’t exactly said and wouldn’t be if it were up to the two of you.

The abruptness of the kiss made you release a gasp, perfect for Seonghwa to insert his tongue into your oral cavity, a whine coming out of you in response. That kiss left your head spinning and a dangerous pool of heat was starting to build up down there. Your lips parted for a second to catch some breath, “Do it again. Please.”

Your request caused a shit-eating grin to decorate Seonghwa’s face. Some sense of power filling his ego up. He wasted no time in picking you up, placing his hands on your buttocks for support, and guiding you to the large bed in the meantime. A faint whimper was heard, as with your legs partially spread Seonghwa was likely to notice the embarrassing wetness staining your underwear, which you knew he would soon remove with his own hands. However, you had already made a home in his arms, you felt comfortable and immune to any harm in his strong arms.

Once he left you spread out on the bed, you resumed the sizzling kiss and the desire that had been on hold for a few seconds soon dominated your behavior. Your arms had already caught the sides of Seonghwa’s neck, and his hands had already taken up the habit of groping your waist and breasts.

“Fuck, I can do this all night long. Touch you like this,” He whispered breathlessly, a cool breeze making your skin crawl even when the atmosphere was suffocating enough for a normal person to sweat. “Wanna taste you so badly though..”

A soft whine from you was heard, causing Seonghwa to smirk. You were so vulnerable to every word, sigh, command. That man was becoming your new addiction, one you never wanted to get out of.

His hands ran all over your leg, creating a new constellation as he dragged his phalanges over every single mole and mark he met at the moment; your breath hitching every time. Seonghwa absolutely loved how pliant you were under his fingers, how submissive you could become if he pushed the right buttons. And how your thighs shuddered in excitement when his mouth was finally positioned in front of your cunt? His sanity was gone by then.

And speaking about buttons. He pressed the one that made your lips release a satisfied sigh. 

“S-seonghwa,” You squirmed under him, his arms flexing at your breathless cry. “Please.”

“Hmm, you’re not very patient, are you?” A silent whimper was heard as just a vague breath as his lips pressed a kiss against your inner thigh; his hands stroking it fondly. “Behave. And then I’ll give you what you want.”

You nodded vigorously, your senseless state preventing you from formulating any coherent sentences. But Seonghwa was apparently not satisfied with your answer, his palm flattening against your outer thigh after mercilessly smacking it; a loud moan coming from you in response. “Answer me, you bitch.”

“Y-yes! Hmgh, yes daddy..” You stuttered under your breath, your mind being too fucked out to realize what had just left your lips.

“You into that?” A low chuckle coming out of him, not believing your words. “Fine, I can work with that.”

Finally, he dived in, his tongue starting to swim in your wetness; a nasty sound resonating all over the room. The only possible reaction for your body was to arch your back, stretch your legs, and open them even more; surrendering to the malicious pleasure that was being provided to you by Seonghwa. That’s when you decided to give in to desire and Seonghwa and his dirty fantasies.

His tongue swirling and lapping your clit made you see stars; you swore you could hear colors. Its tip was reaching spots you didn’t even know existed, his tongue pressing exquisitely against your pleasure button. Your hips studdered in attempts to move away from the mattress, but Seonghwa’s strong hands restricted any movement.

Your hands clung to the silk sheets as if your life depended on it; your knuckles turning a pinkish white. For some reason, you didn’t dare to tangle his silky hair between your fingers, something was stopping you. Seonghwa was doing an excellent job of making you see the stars and planets, you couldn’t ask for more. Right?

Your moans gradually grow louder and the wet squelching sounds of dripping center bounce on the walls, “More, Hwa. Please.” You released a broken sob; your breath quivering, nails now digging into your palm.

“So fucking greedy.” His husky voice and dark chuckle resonated inside your eardrums, “What do you want, love? My fingers?”

A bothered and childish mhm from you was heard. “Want your cock.”

You glanced down at him, meeting his dark gaze. You almost fainted when you saw him between your legs, his large pupils dilated by the ecstasy, the corner of his lips stained by your wetness. He looked so docile beneath you, but you knew that with just one command from him, you would get on all fours and a dog collar would magically appear around your neck. 

‘If I come out of this alive, it would be interesting to try it’, you thought.

“Well, aren’t you a needy little whore?” He separated from your cunt to move up to your lips and seal your protests. His tongue, once again, dominating your thoughts and mouth, “But you’re not in control tonight, sweetheart.” 

You felt how, in an agile movement, his hand grasped your hair, taking a fistful of it, forcing you to stand up and allowing Seonghwa to manipulate you like a doll. 

“On your knees, doll.” His hand grabbed your hair in such a way that you could observe every feature of his face; of course it hurt you, but you were so lost in studying those irises, deep like the ocean, that nose, perfectly sculpted, that frown that you even considered cute, and those lips, so hot that you could burn yourself to hell with just one caress.

The pain began to get more intense, so you knelt and sighed internally as you felt his grip loosen up a little. You were face to face with his prominent erection, struggling to come out of the uncomfortable fabric that had imprisoned it for so long.

Your eyebrows fluttered as you looked up at him. His frown and swollen lips constituted his twisted face; his hands working hard and desperately trying to remove the garment. His pants pooled down his ankles and his length shot out, hitting and bouncing against your nose.

“Come on, baby. Suck it like a good girl.” His fingers traced a funny line all along your scalp, holding your hair in a ponytail; his leaking tip right on your lips

And you were more than happy to oblige. You parted your lips widely enough so that at least half of his length entered your oral cavity; you were well aware that there was no physical law or mathematical rule that would allow you to put his whole cock in your mouth, but you would do everything you could to return the favor and make him feel as good as he made you feel.

You heard Seonghwa hiss and curse under his breath. The pressure he kept on your ponytail grew stronger, but you couldn’t care less. Your hands and mouth were too busy satisfying Seonghwa’s big, hard cock. Your doe-eyed gaze looked up at him and met his tensed jawline, your pupils suddenly turning into pink, shiny hearts.

“Come on, doll. You can do better than that.” His praise was followed by a deep groan, his hand guiding your head further, “You can take it all in. Right, princess?”

You closed your eyes tightly like a scared child, trying not to gag around it. You had to show him that you were a good girl, and you would do it by giving him the best blowjob of his life.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Show me what that pretty mouth can do,” He praised through gritted teeth; his breath hitched, his muscles tensed, “Work for it, love. I’m almost there,”

You complied with his order, sucking harder with greater force. You wanted his mind to melt with all the pleasure you were giving him, for his body to surrender to yours. He hissed as soon as he noticed how you complied with his command.

“So fucking pliant. God,” He heaved a sigh. His free hand running through his silky, now sweaty hair, “You love sucking my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” You yearned, your lips forming a cute smile, without showing your teeth. Your glaze-over eyes caused Seonghwa to utter some profanity you couldn’t quite understand.

“Can’t wait anymore,” You heard him say breathlessly. 

His hand caught your shoulder and gently pulled it up, indirectly ordering you to stand up. Once on your feet, your knees felt partially sore. His hand guided you towards the bed again, but you stopped when you saw that he was the one who lay down first, his back flat against the headboard.

Seonghwa analyzed your state from the bed; messy hair, messy lipstick, mascara dripping from the sides of your eyes, exquisitely erect nipples, neck and thighs marked with bites and red hickeys. ‘A sight for sore eyes’, he thought.

He patted his lap a few times and locked gazes with you, “Get in here and ride me, doll.”

Your body quivered in excitement and you quickly climbed onto the bed to straddle his lap, his hardening cock making contact with your wet folds. You unconsciously began to move against his length seeking relief or some sort of friction. Seonghwa was quick to catch your hips in his hands, stopping your desperate movement.

“Desperate, are we?” He whispered, almost dismissively, “What did I say earlier, love?”

“That I have to behave,” You repeated as if you had studied his words.

“Good girl,” He grabbed almost tenderly your cheek and joined your lips once again in a feverish kiss. You were so immersed in the feelings that kiss caused you that you didn’t realize the moment in which Seonghwa slid his fat cock inside you, a broken moan pouring out of your lips.

“F...Fuck, Seonghwa. Be gentle- mgh!” You stumbled over your words as you felt him so deep inside you, a perfectly formed lump in your belly. Your breath hitched the moment you felt him shift in his place, his cock deliciously reaching unknown spots.

The way he threw his head back due to the tightness of your walls made you squeeze him even more. He had his eyes shut tightly as he breathed in heavily, large beads of sweat rolling on his temple and hanging on for dear life on his sharp jawline.

Yes, that mere vision had you moaning and your throwing your head back.

Exactly a minute passed and Seonghwa hadn’t performed a single move. Your desperation was beginning to overflow and you found no other way to show him your impatience other than by whining like a baby.

“Daddyy, please move,” You cried out; doe-eyed as you stared at him.

“Show me how badly you want my cock, doll.” He muttered faintly in a low voice. 

You had said unimaginable things that night. It couldn’t hurt to lose a little more dignity.

“Pleaseee, daddy. I need your cock so badly, need you to fill me up and fuck my brains out,” Your heart was intensely hammering your ribs; your heartbeat deafening your eardrums.

“If you don’t shove your cock inside me, then I’ll do it.” You protested.

“Do it then. Fuck yourself on my cock, silly girl.” 

And he didn’t have to tell you twice. You began to bounce on his cock as if your life depended on it, your hands using his broad shoulders as support. Shattered moans and husky grunts filled the room up, the clash between your skins being the main sound of the symphony. 

“S-seonghwa- Nghh, ahh! You’re so.. sooo- ugh!” You had lost the ability to formulate intelligible sentences the moment Seonghwa started hammering his hips into yours.

“So what? So deep that you can’t even think straight anymore?” A weird combination between a strained moan and a chuckle left his lips, “I really did fuck your brains out, huh?”

Seonghwa asked you and you didn’t even have the time to agree before another loud cry left your swollen, red lips. Accordingly, he abruptly shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, muffling your moans and keeping them at an ideal volume —low enough so that no one would think he was killing you.

Your mind was completely mush by then; his thrusts grew harder, faster and sloppier, his fingers eventually leaving your hot mouth. You were sure that with a couple of thrusts, Seonghwa would open the doors of an unknown heaven for you, pushing you into an eccentric abyss of pleasure.

“Right there! Ugh right the fuck there..” You sobbed brokenly, “I’m gonna- c-cum, ahh! Please daddy, can I? Pleasepleaseplease,”

“Cum, pretty girl. Make a mess all over my cock,”

And with no delay, you squirted like champagne, staining his cock and the expensive sheets with your fluids. You let Seonghwa manipulate your body as he pleased to reach his high as well. Overstimulation being very sensitive and toe-curling but with your priority being Seonghwa’s release, you couldn’t care less.

“Fucking hell, you’re squeezing down on me- ah! so hard..” His breath hitched for the last time that night; his muscles tensing with your recent release, “Gonna cum inside you and fill you up so fucking good. Gonna be walking with my cum dripping out of your pussy for a week,”

And he did. He filled you to the bone the moment he hammered his hips against yours for the last time. He remained still for a couple of seconds as he felt his cock twitch inside your warm, squishy walls.

You caught you breath after a few minutes in silence, finally settling into bed; both of you lying down while Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your waist, keeping you close to him.

“Well, wasn’t that supposed to be a punishment?” You question.

“Are you complaining?”

“No,” A cute giggle came out of you, ”So, what do we do now?”

“We both go back to our lives, of course,”

You knew it would end like this. But why does it hurt you a little?

A moment of uncomfortable silence came in. Until Seonghwa decided to break it, “Let’s exchange numbers. Maybe we can keep on talking? You know, I could help you with your work and you could help me with mine.”

A fond smile decorated your lips, your iris suddenly turning into shiny bulbs, “Sounds good to me,”

You settled back into his arms, finding warmth in them. A warmth and security that you haven’t felt in a long time. His calm breathing numbed your eyelids, which were beginning to close little by little. Finally you were immersed in a soft, ideal world of dreams and stars, surrounded by Seonghwa’s arms.

Maybe, after all, your boyfriend was something you could get over with

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[starly-amazing]

To Not Change

Rating: Teen

Summary: Finally! After laying in bed and being cared for night and day by their allies friends family—finally Siffrin has been deemed recovered and 'stable' enough to get back on the road. They've had plenty of hugs and excruciatingly vulnerable but necessary (necessary!!!) feelings talky-talks while laid up in bed in Dormont, but they finally left the town and that blinding House behind feeling not completely terrible! That is, until a familiar, yet entirely unwelcome feeling begins gnawing on their insides after its long absence and knocks them right back into bed. After assuring their family it's not, in fact, their craft exhaustion causing their current problems, Siffrin confides in Mirabelle over these mysterious pains that have been following them for half their life. AKA: Doctors suck, intersex Siffrin has had enough of their bullcrab, and he and Mirabelle have a nice long feelings talky-talk about their right to not Change.

Tags: Asexual Siffrin, Aroace Mirabelle, Intersex Siffrin, Feelings Talky-talk, Platonic MiraSif, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, Catharsis, Sickfic (i guess)

Warnings: Intersexism, Mentions of Medical Abuse/Neglect, Medical Intersexism, Brief/Vague Mentions of Sex and Periods

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Finally! After laying in bed and being cared for night and day by their allies friends family—finally Siffrin has been deemed recovered and 'stable' enough to get back on the road. They've had plenty of hugs and excruciatingly vulnerable but necessary (necessary!!!) feelings talky-talks while laid up in bed in Dormont, but they finally left the town and that blinding House behind feeling not completely terrible!

That was, until a familiar, yet entirely unwelcome feeling began gnawing on their insides after its long absence.

If there was one good thing about the loops... 

Of course, of course, it's happening now, when they're finally able to help get Bonnie back to their sister.

Siffrin managed to get through most of their journey to save Vaugarde with their family without having to deal with it, but now it's coming back with a vengeance and has them wanting to claw out every organ in the lower half of their body.

What did the doctors say it was again?

Ugh, it doesn't matter—it's not like they've ever done anything helpful for it.

He adjusts his pack, twists his body a few times, then picks up the pace. Just a few more hours of walking to the next city, then they can find a nice patch of grass to curl up in until it goes away.

It's fine.

It's fine!

Just think about your family and how amazing and wonderful they are for staying with you after everything you've done to them! Think about Bonbon reuniting with their sister after you made them wait even longer to see her again!

"Sif? You okay?" Isabeau's voice makes them jump and stumble. They're saved by his strong arm flying in front of him in a flash.

Siffrin squeezes down on his bicep and rights himself with shaky legs. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," they pant.

He narrows his eyes. " Sif ." Slowly, he pulls his arm away and turns to face him fully.

They grumble and clench their jaw. "I don't feel so good."

The rest of their family catch on to Siffrin's distress and circle back around to inspect them.

Mirabelle places the back of her hand on his forehead. "You're running hot again, Siffrin. I think your craft exhaustion is back."

Isabeau glances behind him at the small collection of houses they just passed. "We're only about twenty minutes out from Miette. Do you want to turn back and stay another day?"

Siffrin frowns. "But Bonnie—"

"FRIN!" Bonnie barks, "I can wait! I miss Nille and all, but I don't want you to drop dead either!" They stomp their feet in a wide stance, cross their arms, and pout.

Siffrin feels a twist in their chest. "Hhahah, I'm not gonna die Bonbon."

"Still," Odile sighs, "The nurses back in Dormont did warn you about potential permanent health complications if you overexert yourself while still experiencing craft exhaustion."

"It's fine." Siffrin waves. "It's not craft exhaustion. It's just... something that happens sometimes. It'll go away on its own."

Odile crosses her arms. "Siffrin. Even if whatever 'it' is normally goes away on its own, we have no idea how it interacts with your craft exhaustion. You already know how we all feel about leaving this early. We should head back." Everyone nods.

Siffrin grumbles. "I just need to sit down for a bit." His eye flicks across all of them. "I—" They're all crowding awfully close and Bonnie is digging in their bag for tonics and the clinking glass grates at their ears and he feels the air getting warmer and thicker and they find themself trembling and sweating as the pain inside them twists and claws and threatens to turn them inside out and—

Stars fill their vision, and the world turns sideways.

—

Siffrin doesn't even get a brief reprieve in their returning lucidity before the clawing, twisting, burning sensation returns. They groan and pull their legs closer to their chest but find they can only move a few inches.

Something shifts beside them, and they pry their eye open to see Isabeau already leaning over them.

"Sif! Sif, are you okay? Do you need anything? Are you feeling better?" His hand flies to their forehead, and he pauses for a moment before placing it down gently against their burning skin. They don't flinch; he's too tired, even if he might have otherwise.

"Yeah, somewhat." They smile and run their fingers through their sweaty hair. The air around them is so cold, though, and a shudder wracks their whole body.

"Hold on," Isabeau murmurs, "let me get you some more water." He dashes out of the room.

Siffrin takes that time to slowly, slowly inch their way into a sitting position and survey their surroundings.

Okay, we're in a room. Obviously. Probably back at the inn in Miette. Ugh. Fever is back. Awful whatever-it-is is back. Ugh, they're going to make me stay here for another few days, aren't they?

They shake their head and grab the wall for purchase as the room spins.

No, no it's okay. They're doing this because they care about you. If you drop dead on the road, it'd slow them down even more! You haven't even told them what you wanted them to do with your corpse this time!

The clicking of the door handle jerks them back to reality, and Isabeau comes back with a full glass and the rest of the family in tow.

"FRIN!" Bonnie screeches and launches themself on the bed. Siffrin bites back a groan as the rocking sends jolts through them.

"Boniface, please," Odile presses her fingers to her temple.

"Oh, sorry." They slide off and grab a stool. The legs let out an awful scraping sound as it's dragged across the old, wooden floor. Siffrin grinds their teeth and shrinks in on themself until Isabeau jumps over and lifts it for the last few feet.

Mirabelle kneels beside Bonnie as they get comfortable, and she feels Siffrin's forehead. Her lips twitch downward just a bit. "How are you feeling now?"

He finds himself leaning into the refreshing coolness of her fingers.

"Fi—mmm... bleh," they finally grunt.

"How 'bleh'?"

"Like I-don't-want-to-move 'bleh', not I'm-dying 'bleh."

Isabeau wipes his brow and sighs. "Well, that's good, at least, but you still scared the crab out of all of us!"

"Sorry." They hide their face behind their knees.

"It's okay. Just please, please talk to us more. I know it's hard. But you're not burdening any of us if you need us to slow down."

"Sorry."

Odile taps her notebook. "Siffrin, if you say 'sorry' again, gems help me I'll—"

"Whoa, m'dame give them some leeway, please." Isabeau holds his hands up.

She sighs. "Okay, Siffrin, are you able to tell us what's wrong? You mentioned something about this not being craft exhaustion, correct?"

They look down at their sheets and tug at the hem. "Right," they mumble, "it's something else."

She opens her notebook and raises an eyebrow. "Something else?"

"Frin, I didn't cook you anything bad, did I???" Bonnie leans closer with a stiff frown etched on their face. "I told Za those turnips looked weird, but he said that's normal."

"H-hey!" Isabeau sputters. "They were fine; they just looked weird!"

"I doubt it's that, Boniface," Odile comments. "We all ate it, and none of us seem to be feeling ill."

"Not the turnips." Siffrin shakes their head. They rub their chin on their shoulder to get an itchy bead of sweat off. "It's just something that happens occasionally."

Mirabelle narrows her gaze and stares at Siffrin clutching their gut for a moment. "Oh! Siffrin, are you having cramps? Did you just start—"

"No! I mean, maybe? I don't know, it's—" they grip their side harder. The room is quickly heating up and growing stuffy, and they find their breaths are becoming more ragged and heavy.

"Sif, it's okay; there's no shame in talking about it," Isabeau chuckles warmly. "I have some herbs for that I can grab if you want."

"Sure, yeah," they mumble. Just agree, say it's cramps, and they'll let up. And maybe it is just weird cramps and you actually are telling the truth!

Bonnie jumps in their seat. "Oh, oh! Nille usually cooks up something when she has them, and it helps a lot. I'll try to remember what she used and make some in a sec!"

Stars begin pricking the corners of his vision again. He groans and curls in more, squeezing his eye shut. "Yeah, okay."

"Okay, kids, I think Siffrin needs some space." Odile shuffles the others away from the bed. He takes in a sharp breath. "We'll come back shortly to talk."

"Thanks," Siffrin exhales. His eye snaps open, and he jolts back upright as they start to shuffle toward the door. "Wait!" they yelp.

Everyone jumps.

"Mira, can you stay? Please?"

She gasps and clasps her hands together. "Yes, of course, Siffrin." She settles down on the stool Bonnie just vacated as the others file out of the room.

Mira won't be weird about it. Probably. She's probably the safest person to talk to right now. Odile would want to study you. Isabeau would probably pass out if you go into any details.

"We're trying to find a doctor," Isabeau says from the door, "the only one in this town is swamped right now so—"

Siffrin shakes their head and doesn't stop until Isabeau puts his hands up and takes a step back.

"Enough doctors, I'll be fine. I just need to rest for a little."

"Oh, okay." He grips the door frame and looks between Siffrin and Mirabelle. "We'll be back later with food, then." Isabeau gives one last look at them before closing the door.

Siffrin lets out a long sigh and relaxes as much as his body will allow.

Mirabelle puts her hand beside him on the bed. "Siffrin?"

They flinch but turn to her. "Yeah?"

"I—um—will you tell me what's really wrong?"

They bury their face in their knees.

Honesty. Honesty!

But this isn't about the loops, so why should I?

But it was never just about the loops, though.

Ughhh... 

Mirabelle moves her hand closer until it's hovering over his. She waits for his gaze to fall on it before she places it on top, light as a feather.

They turn their hand around and lock their fingers with hers. Right! They can do that now! And it feels great!

Too bad it’s not enough to vanquish the pain, but they’ll take what they can get!

"I don't know what it is exactly, but it's happened before a lot."

"Before?" Mira tilts her head.

"Before I met you all. It doesn't usually make me pass out like that."

"That's probably the craft exhaustion exacerbating it," she hums. "Wait— usually? You've passed out before?"

They wince. "A few times, yeah. Usually, when I've been traveling for a while and haven't eaten much in a few days."

"A few days!?" She looks like she's seen a ghost.

They squeak. Too honest! He tries to hide beneath his hat, but of course, it's still gone forever. He settles for pulling his blanket over his face.

"Sorry, sorry, Siffrin." She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. "Please, keep talking. I promise I won't react like that again. I just worry—you know." She wrings her hands together. "But I know reacting like that isn't constructive, so I'll keep it inside for you!" She picks at her nails until Siffrin points at them. "Thanks," she mutters and slams them down on her thighs.

"Okay," he breathes, "okay, well, it's... it's just that... well... sometimes I just get this weird discomfort or pain like..." They gesture between their legs. "My body is... different... down there. And it might have something to do with it. " They begin to explain their symptoms as best they can. Mirabelle stays as still as she's able, only letting out a few small gasps when he goes over the more gruesome details.

"That sounds awful." Her face twists into a grimace. "Have you talked to any doctors about it?"

They cringe until their cheeks hurt and shake their head. "I've been to doctors before but they're always... " They shift themself around and take a swig of water. "They're always trying to look at me like I'm some sort of weird specimen." His heart pounds against his ribs faster and faster.

They take another big gulp. "And then they keep telling me to let them do surgery on me or go to a House and Change to be more normal and show me all these diagrams of what I should look like and say a bunch of confusing words and don't explain what any of it means and it was even worse when I didn't even know Vaugardian that well and they never explain why Changing like that would even help me." Their head starts to hurt like something is trying to pull it apart.

"And they always keep trying to get me to change to one—you know—set down there and rarely the other and now I don't even want to Change like that even if I might have before and sometimes they give me some medicine that helps a bit but other times they don't and just make it feel worse so I haven't even gone in years and just try to ignore it when it happens and—and—"

"Siffrin!" Mirabelle reaches up toward their face. They jerk back but still themself as she slowly, carefully places her hand where he had somehow tangled it in his hair. Her other hand comes up and under his palm and loosens his fingers to pull them away from his head.

He lets his other hand fall to his side as Mirabelle presses a soft kiss to his knuckles.

It tickles.

"Sorry," he breathes and squeezes his eye shut.

"You're okay, Siffrin. I'm so sorry."

"S'not your fault," they mumble.

"I'm still sorry," she frowns, "that sounds awful. Doctors keep telling you to Change to fix this?"

They nod and scratch at their cheek.

"Is that why you were so adamant about not seeing one here or undressing for the nurse back at the House?"

"Yeah," they whimper. "They even try to talk about it when I go in about something completely unrelated, like that one time I burned my thigh." They cringe and hope she doesn't ask them to explain how that huge blunder happened.

"That's..." She puts her fingernail in her mouth but doesn't chew. She looks off at the faded old lamp on their nightstand as her face twists into something that might have scared him if he wasn't so drained.

"That's not okay!" she barks out loud enough for Siffrin to jump. She turns to them, and they flinch again. "They shouldn't do that to you! What the crab is wrong with them?" She wrings her hands on her belt and taps her foot.

"Ooh, I'm so mad! Doctors are supposed to help! Not try to push people to Change as some sort of end-all be-all solution! Especially not people who don't even follow the Change Belief!" She squeezes her eyes shut and takes a deep breath. Siffrin simply waits for her to continue as he hugs his knees closer and closer to his chest. The pressure helps a bit, but they keep having to move into weirder and weirder positions to chase the bad sensations away.

"Siffrin, I'm so sorry they treated you that way. I'm... " She pinches her brow and is silent for a while. Siffrin leans closer and catches her mumbling something under her breath.

Mirabelle slaps her hands down in her lap, making Siffrin jump once again. Stars , when will he cut that out? "I love the Change Belief. I love how it pushes me to be a better person, and I love how kind everyone is, and I love learning new things. But sometimes I feel like it keeps pushing us to Change just for the sake of change. Like you have to work hard to be a completely different person each day, 'who cares if you're happy where you are in life go buy a whole different set of clothes even though the ones you have are fine go fall in love and get bonded and have babies and—'"

Siffrin perks up. They lean forward and give a few subconscious nods as she speaks.

"'—you're not doing it right if you don't want to do these things even if just thinking about them makes you feel gross inside and if you don't want that you're just going to be alone forever and—'" Her eyes blow wide, and she slaps a hand over her mouth.

Siffrin clenches his jaw and shies away. He opens his mouth, but before he can say anything, she continues.

"Siffrin, I'm sorry—I didn't mean it like that. I didn't mean to make this about me. I shouldn't have brought that up just now. It's just something that's been bothering me for a while," her voice slows and lowers with each word, "even before you said all those things to me. I'm sorry, we can talk about that later. I know this is the worst time to bring it up."

"No, no!" Nope! No going back now. Only forward. Even if it kills me. They lean closer. "No, it's okay. Please keep talking. This is what I was trying to talk to you about that day."

Nope, she can't keep thinking something's wrong with her because of you!

They dig their nails into their knee until it hurts.

"Huh?"

"Like... what you talked to me about on previous loops. You were saying these things, too." They squeeze their legs. "I just worded it so terribly and wasn't thinking about how gross shoving it in your face like that was... even if I did manage to say it right. And I'm still so, so sorry."

"Oh, Siffrin," she frowns. Her lips pull tight and she keeps fidgeting with her belt.

"I should have let you figure it out yourself. I was just so eugh and rushed everyone and ruined everything and—"

"Siffrin!" She squeezes his hands in the same rhythm he did for her. " It's okay . Is this really what we were talking about then?"

They sniff and nod. "Yeah. I was trying to tell you that—well, please, just keep talking, okay?"

"Are you sure? Shouldn't we at least get you something first?" She glances at the door. "I'm sure Isabeau will be back with whatever herbs he has soon."

They shake their head. "Please."

"Oh, okay then. Well," She grumbles and tugs at the hem of her dress. A heavy silence fills the room for a long, long moment. Siffrin shifts themself a bit as their discomfort flares up.

"Okay," she sighs. "Well. It's just that... I mean, it's always about capital C Changing all the time. You have to make huge Changes, and once you're done, you Change again and again and again just for the sake of showing everyone how different you are now and to please the Change God who probably doesn't even care that much! And it's just like people get so caught up in Changing that they don't stop to think about if they really want to or even should, and then they keep pushing everyone to keep furthering their Changes, and it makes me feel like I'm failing everyone because I..."

She bites her lip and rocks side to side in her chair. "I don't want to Change in some ways! I like how I am now! I saved the crabbing country, and I have you and everyone with me who love me and want to keep traveling with me, and I'm happy with that!"

She pauses to take a few shallow breaths. "Why do I have to Change in other ways? I keep looking at those stupid crabbing bonding papers, and I don't feel anything for any of those people or anyone I've ever met. I don't want to date or bond with anyone or have ssss... do stuff with people and have children with them!"

She wipes her glove over her eyes and Siffrin realizes she's tearing up.

"Mira." He squeezes her hands. "Breathe with me?"

"Sorry, sorry, I—"

Siffrin takes a slow breath in and out and Mirabelle soon copies. They close their eye and rhythmically squeeze at her hands and repeat their breaths several more times. The pain clawing at them seems to fade just a bit and they're able to uncurl a little more.

Okay. Okay. This is good. This is fine. We're still getting there even if she's more upset than before and my organs are on fire. Just stick to the s—no—no script, you can do this without one!

"It's okay, Mira," they smile. "You're right, that's really similar to my uh... situation." He tilts his head side to side as he says that. "I can't really imagine being completely surrounded by that pressure all my life."

It seems so stifling.

Mirabelle gasps. "Oh, no, Siffrin, don't get me wrong. I still do love the Change Belief and what it stands for in general, just that... I just—I guess there's some things about it that seem more hurtful than helpful. I thought it was just me and I'm just failing as a Housemaiden when everyone around me is doing these things and I'm not.

"But talking to you about it... I can't be the only one going through this, can I? There have to be other Housemaidens who feel this way too, right?"

Siffrin nods, leaning forward. "Well, I'm not a Housemaiden, but I also don't want to do 'stuff,’ I think. I know it's not exactly the same thing because I do love Isa... and I think it might be romantic but... sex just seems so weird and kinda gross."

Mirabelle perks up and gasps. "Really? You don't?"

Siffrin shakes their head with a tired smile.

She studies him for a moment; he can't quite read her expression. "Yeah. Yeah! It is! It is weird and messy and confusing, and I don't want to do that at all!" She shakes her head and hands, and Siffrin has to lean back so she doesn't smack him in the face with her hair.

He can't hold back a chuckle, but his smile soon falls, and he presses his chin to his knees.

"And I also worry sometimes that that'll be a problem if we do start... d-dating." They bite their lip. "What if he wants to do 'stuff' with me and I still don't want to. Or what if I do try it and he sees me like this and thinks it's weird and gross and—"

" He won't, " Mira says with conviction.

"Wha—?"

"Isabeau won't think or say anything bad about it, Siffrin. I trust him. Just like I know he wouldn't say anything bad to me if I talked to him about what we just talked about."

"Right, yeah." They dig their fist into their gut. "I still don't want to disappoint him."

"If he has a problem with that I'll kick him in his crabbing butt!"

Siffrin snorts and covers their nose with the back of their hand. "Nooo, don't do that!"

"I won't have to!" She gives a sharp nod. "Because he won't! Say anything! Bad about how you look or how you feel about sex or anything like that!"

Siffrin smiles and feels a gentle warmth bubbling up inside him. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. He's too wonderful and kind and understanding and... " they bite their trembling lip. "He's great."

Mirabelle hums and smiles even brighter. "I'm glad you have each other."

Siffrin leans forward and presses his forehead to hers. They both close their eyes and sigh. "I'm glad I have you too."

"Awww, Siffrin," she sniffs and slowly wraps her arms around him. "Thank you for letting me talk about this." She sighs. "I'm sorry, I know I should have just let you explain what you meant back at the House but I was just... " she pulls back and gestures wildly in the air. "...emotions and all that. And it's just so weird knowing you knew things about me that I didn't know yet and, well, you know what I mean."

Woulda been really nice, yeah.

"It's fine. You got it now so it's all good, I hope."

Mirabelle sniffs. "Yep, all good."

They sit like that for a minute before Mirabelle suddenly gasps and jerks upward.

"Wait, Siffrin, are you still hurting?"

Excruciatingly.

"Yeah, but compared to the loops, it's nothing!"

"Siffrin! That's still not good!" she huffed. "We still need to get you... hmm..." She sways her head side to side, mumbles something under her breath, then lights up a bit.

"What if I came with you to see a doctor? I could be there as support and to help if they try to get you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

They open their mouth, but no sound comes out. His mind races. That sounds... like a decent idea, actually. They could get some relief, couldn't they? Mirabelle's strong. She stood up against the King, she could stand up against some stuffy old doctor.

"You'd really do that?"

"Of course!" she beams. "It's my duty as feelings buddy to help you with bad physical feelings, too!" She crosses her arms and gives a curt nod, expression filled with determination. It only stays for a moment before she snorts out a small giggle and looks at him warmly.

"I—" they can't meet her gaze. It's all too much. He shrinks in on himself and squeezes at his wrist. Oh no, he can feel the tears forming. "Yeah, I would like that," he murmurs.

Mirabelle perks up and seems to shake her enthusiasm down as best she can.

"Okay! So!" She dives into her bag and pulls out one of her bonding papers and a pen. "Don't need this anymore!" She crosses out the front and flips over to the blank side. "Let's use it for something actually important!"

Siffrin can't help but smile.

"So! Where to start?"

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Notes:

Inspired by a tumblr post I saw a few months ago that talked about how the Change belief may view intersex people in a similar way to how they view aroace people.

Huge thanks to moltenbinary for proofreading this and motivating me to finish this after I had the idea bouncing around in my head for a while. Check out their fic To Exist in This Body, another intersex Siffrin fic!

Next chapter: Mirabelle strongarms a doctor into being useful. Stay Tuned!

[happylittleshrub]

I finally started playing the 2021 Guardians of the Galaxy game! It's so much fun! Rambling about Rocket below

Ok so he seems to use macabre humor to cover his pain. In the Quarantine Zone he remarks that if he hadn’t escaped we would probably be walking over bits of him right then. Like dude, that’s so morbid don’t say that 💀His past very clearly still bothers him, why wouldn’t it it was horrible, but he tries to brush it off or seem casual about it to hide his vulnerability. I did love when we first arrived and Rocket was geeking out about all the ships and weapons that were there, he’s such a little nerd ❤️❤️❤️

I liked when he told Quill to stop the fake techno babble “Don’t make up tech stuff, it’s annoying.” 🤣 He also chastised me when I went down the wrong path, but going off the beaten path is how you find collectibles, Rocket! It’s like he’s never played a videogame before smh my head. Btw as someone who grew up watching Pokemon I was simply delighted that our group was called Team Rocket lol My immediate response was TO PROTECT THE WORLD FROM DEVASTATION! And I kept making jokes to myself about how the monster we were gonna capture was Pikachu, I had way too much fun with that 😂

I love that Rocket’s the one who upgrades your weapons! It makes me so happy to go to him and get a tech upgrade, I’m always so giddy and afterwards I’m like ‘Thank you, Rocket’ ❤️🥰🥹✨💖 And when he does it he wears his goggles 🥺❤️

I’m most familiar with MCU Rocket who only gave bits of backstory when very drunk so I was surprised when Rocket in the game was more open to talking about it. I found the spinal control unit so I was able to get some further details from him, and all of them were sad :( RIP Lylla again she can never catch a break. His story about being controlled and doing things against his own will and all he could was watch like his own body was a prison was gutting. I wish there was a ‘hug Rocket’ button because man 😭

When they were debating about who would get sold to Lady Hellbender I wanted to step in to defend Rocket when he accepted being a monster the way he defended Groot but I wasn’t given that option >:( 

(I got an interaction later on between Quill and Groot where he tells Groot he thinks he’s awesome and reassures him that doesn’t see him as a monster and I did really like that! It makes me wonder if there’s a similar interaction with Rocket if you choose to sell him.) 

Also Rocket’s friendship with Groot is so cute! It’s so obvious how much he cares for him 🥺I love that he has a little Groot bead in his beard too.

Of course I stopped Drax from tossing Rocket across the ravine. I saw clips of it online and while admittedly it is kinda funny I could never do that to him 😞 It wasn’t even that hard to find an alternate way across. The worst part of the level was watching Rocket drown in jello over and over again because I kept failing the quicktime event 😭 That’s apparently a common issue though because I looked up a tutorial for it and everyone in the comments was complaining about how they ran into the same problem. I’m so sorry Rocket 😢 Once we got out of the stupid jello Groot cradled Rocket like a baby 🥺 Their friendship is the frickin’ cutest I love it so much. Speaking of Groot though his arms were free so he totally could’ve pulled us out of the jello but whatever 

Okay one more thing when Rocket is assuring Groot he’ll break him out of Lady Hellbender’s fortress and he says, “I’ll do it Rocket-style if I have to.” And he gives him a little wink! Ugh I love him so much!!! ❤️ So yeah looking forward to continuing my adventure with him (and the other Guardians too lol) I’ll make another post once I progress further in the game 🙂

[deesseshesca]

PAC: How can you deepen the bond with your partner ?

There must be something cynical about being on your period and wanting a baby ... orrrrr.... nahhhh.... I am a maneater until the day i di-

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PILE 1

Even though you may feel disconnected from the relationship right now and have contemplated walking away, your partner’s decision to change signals a pivotal moment. Their renewed focus on the relationship is genuine, and this could be the fresh start you both need. However, rebuilding trust and connection won’t happen overnight, especially with the emotional distance that has crept in.

You might feel uncertain, like your instincts are a bit off or you’re struggling to trust their efforts, but try to approach this phase with an open mind. Take things slow, and give yourself permission to feel both doubt and hope at the same time. It's okay to be cautious, but recognize their effort for what it is—a true attempt to make things right.

Communication will be key. Even though there might have been a breakdown in how you both express your emotions, make space for honest conversations. Talk about your fears, disappointments, and what you need moving forward. They seem committed to focusing on the relationship, but they will need guidance to understand how to nurture it in a way that feels meaningful to you. Don't be afraid to express what hasn't worked in the past and what you want to see differently.

Your partner’s willingness to change is a sign of their dedication, but for the relationship to truly move forward, both of you will need to find a balance between emotional vulnerability and action. This is a chance to rebuild from a stronger, more honest foundation, but it will require patience and effort from both sides. Trust the process, even if it feels rocky right now, and allow the transformation to unfold naturally.

*** BONUS ***

This relationship is newly official but you guys have been messing with each other for a hot minute. They finally let go of their ego. Y’all thought they did not want to be with you because of your looks. I feel like it’s a cut in 2. One side is different race, maybe the person is white and you are black living in a more white neighborhood. Others are the size, you are medium size and bigger and that person is conventionally good looking. Others are culture, I’m hearing : Mexican and Arabic. So since both cultures have similarities but when holding differences it is polar opposite. But actually they did not cuff you because of their ego, I don’t really know the root of the problem but it has nothing to do with you (also like mention on other PAC or collective reading, if we do not give me permission, I don’t dig). They took a hit in their life and realized that you were the only real one. I don ‘t think their hit was public since everything look good from the outside but everyone close to them, even their ‘’friends’’ know that they fuck up. Don’t worry they saw the way you transform. The way you are embarrassing everything that people use against you, whether it be your weight, your curly hair and darker skin tone, your tradition… you are loving it all and glowing. But even though they change and hold to all their promises, there’s still a need to address the big elephant in the motherfucking room … Why did it take you so long to grow some balls ? That feeling of uneasiness you feel, chérie d’amour… I feel it 2 ! Like on the card everything is perfect but my intuition is ticking not because they are doing something sneaky behind your back instead is about  their fucking intention. Almost like I'm being played… but I have yet to capture the king (final evidence) to scream CHECKMATE ! So I am waiting and sharing the bonus message that spirit allows me to have. Because babe, if they did not give me the signal to shuffle for more, I would have send you you merry way because they had me fucking convince. Lastly you are personally so close to complete fulfillment don’t let anyone or anything hinder that for you. 

💌 : What's making me tik, is they went from avoiding you to completely being immerse in your energy. Almost like they know you crave touch and is feeding you the only thing that can't make you think deeper into what's really going on. Chile chérie d'amour, if you want to know how to deepen your sexual chemistry, is half the price this time. You can unlock all the extended content.

PILE 2

To deepen your bond with your partner, it's important to be patient and understanding of the emotional battles they are facing. They may feel vulnerable and unsure about sharing their struggles fully, so it's crucial that you create a safe space where they feel comfortable opening up without fear of judgment. Encourage them to talk about their feelings and let them know that you're here to support them, no matter how difficult it may seem.

Your partner is someone who has been through immense pain and may still be carrying that weight, but they are determined to hold on because of their deep care for you. They might resist letting go of past hurt, but your consistent love and gentle reassurance can help them find the strength to move forward. Instead of pushing them to "get better," focus on being a steady source of support, reminding them that their worth goes beyond their struggles.

You both can build a solid foundation together by acknowledging the difficult moments while staying committed to a brighter future. Find small ways to celebrate victories, even if they seem minor, and remind them of the life you are creating together, filled with love, stability, and shared dreams.

Lastly, make sure to take care of yourself too. It's easy to pour all your energy into helping someone you love, but maintaining your own emotional well-being will ensure you both can grow stronger together. Stay hopeful, and keep the vision of a fulfilling future in mind. Your bond can weather this storm as long as you continue to meet them with understanding, compassion, and the strength they need right now.

Extra: I need to write this white on black ... YOU WILL NOT ATTEND THEIR FUNERAL (they use to deal with suicidal thoughts. Mes chéries d'amour when you they say that they ARE better and working hard mentally (because I feel like they already work very hard at school and work ) for y'all future, they are doing it !

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PILE 3

To deepen your emotional bond with your partner, it’s essential to continue honoring the healthy boundaries you’ve established while also allowing space for more vulnerability and connection. You’ve done the inner work, understanding that in order to love fully, you need to prioritize your own well-being. Now, it's about balancing this self-care with a deeper level of emotional intimacy.

Your partner may sense that you're more independent and focused on your personal growth, and while this is incredibly healthy, it’s important to make sure they don’t feel shut out. Sharing your thoughts, dreams, and fears—without compromising the time you need for yourself—will help strengthen your bond. Being open about where you are emotionally will encourage them to do the same, building mutual trust.

At times, you might feel the urge to retreat or protect yourself out of habit, but don’t shy away from those moments when connection calls for more openness. You don’t have to carry everything alone anymore; your partner is someone who can walk with you on this journey.

Bringing passion into the relationship through spontaneity and excitement will also create deeper ties. Whether it’s going on a new adventure together or rekindling the playful, passionate side of your connection, these moments will help balance the self-reflection with joy and lightness. Your ability to nurture both the connection you have with yourself and the relationship will strengthen your emotional bond with your partner.

Ultimately, deepening your bond comes from maintaining those boundaries you’ve set, but also learning when to let them soften, allowing your partner to share in your emotional world. This mutual exchange of support and love will bring you both closer, as long as you continue pouring into both cups—yours and theirs.

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PILE 4

You’ve finally found the love you deserve after going through so much healing and learning to truly love yourself. Even though this relationship brings you happiness, you might still feel the remnants of your past—old fears or doubts that occasionally surface. Those walls you built to protect yourself are still standing, but now they no longer serve you. It's okay to acknowledge that you've been hurt before, but it's also important to recognize that you're no longer that person who was unsure or hesitant.

Your partner, the one you were once shy about, has helped you step out of your comfort zone and realize that taking that chance was worth it. The joy you feel now is a result of your growth, and while it’s easy to fall back into old patterns of guarding yourself, there’s no need for that in this relationship. You are with someone who appreciates you for who you are, and the bond between you two is strong and fulfilling.

Sometimes, the intensity of this love might scare you, or you might worry about losing it. But instead of letting fear dictate your actions, lean into the trust and happiness you’ve built. Take time to rest, reflect, and remind yourself that you’ve done the work to be here. You’ve moved past those heavy emotional barriers, and now it’s about enjoying the connection without overthinking it.

Allow yourself to continue embracing the love you’ve found, without letting old anxieties take away from the beauty of the present moment. You’ve earned this happiness through your self-love and healing journey, and there’s no reason to hold back now. Trust yourself, trust your partner, and savor the love you’ve created together.

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