#while the other two are very one person gives and gives and gives and gives

[happyk44]

[ID: 1. Text reading: Then when G-d asks [Cain], “Where is your brother Abel?” he arrogantly responds, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?” In essence, the entire Bible is written as an affirmative response to this question.”

2. Text reading: It’s as ancient as Eden, the way of brotherhood. The give and the take, the fury, the grief. It is fire on the alter, it is a baby’s grip on his brother’s heel, the birthright that was stolen. The younger says to the older, why have you forsaken me, and the older says to the younger, I am not your keeper, and the story always begins and ends in bloodshed.

3. Text reading: ORESTES: how could recognize me after all these years?

ELEKTRA: What a stupid question. I was born knowing you.

4. Sculpture. The heads of two young rams mounted on perpendicular walls. Both heads are bowed towards one another, looking down.. Their stubby horns prod at each other’s heads. Otherwise they’re not touching. They’re connected by a chain attached to leather collars around both their necks.

5. Text reading: “Mm, well, it only makes sense, doesn’t it? For brothers, murder is in their nature. It’s repeatedly documented throughout history. Cain killed Abel. Romulus killed Remus. Eteocles and Polyneices both died by stabbing one another in the heart. Fratricide is justified. It’s a brother’s instinct, from the dawn of time,” Regulus explains.

6. Painting. Two men stand against one another. One stands straight and tall while the other, bent at the waist, leans into the first’s chest. The first man’s left arm is wrapped around the other’s chest, his hand keeping him upright. White text has been edited on top, reading, “If my brother’s dead, I am not alive. If I’m alive, my brother can’t be dead.”

7. Text reading: because it was, intrinsically, fratricide that occurred two days after regulus’ fifteenth birthday when sirius volunteered for him, but it was abel who killed cain that time. [highlight] it was always abel killing cain, bit by bit, over and over, and that’s not how the story is supposed to go, is it? [end highlight] it’s supposed to be the other way. Just, on a deep and fundamental level. siris killing regulus was what regulus felt would even the scales of the long, drawn-out fratricide crusade between them. it felt deserved. fated. justified.

8. Text reading: You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all my lives. It’s you who makes me a person.

9. Sculpture. A man lies on the ground, his head pulled back by another standing over him.

10. Text reading: they’ve worshipped and scorned one another for years, and then they found that, through it all, they’re just human. they’re not gods. it’s just love there, between them, and love can be life. it doesn’t have to be murder. it doesn’t have to be fratricide. it doesn’t have to be blood.

it’s just them. just me and you. /end ID]

Rabbi Joseph Telushkin, Jewish Literacy // “the hairpin turn” @quynhorlose // “The Elektra Complex” @filmnoirsbian // Beth Cavener // “Best Friend’s Brother” @mayzarbewithyou // Cain and Abel, Keith Vaughan + Andrew Kozma “Song of the Insensible” @brotherism // @mayzarbewithyou // “My Name Is Memory” Ann Brashares // “Cain and Abel” Adolf von Hildebrand // @mayzarbewithyou

[angelicscz]

ྀིྀི.˚ jax headcanons

a complication of general & relationship jax headcanons

↳ before you read: lowercase intended, gn reader, written after ep 5 - before ep 6, ooc jax (?), terribly rushed, not proff read.

first of all; this guy is a massive jerk, he knows it, you know it, we all know it and it's a fact. nobody really likes him besides perhaps pomni, everyone else tolerates him; 'cause what can they do about his antics?

let's not forget about the fact that he has keys to everyone's room, he pranked everyone at least once. i'd like to say that he pranked ragatha and gangle the most. kinger is the one whom jax pranks the least.

he secretly cares about everyone, as i said before he has the keys to everyone's room, he has them not only for his stupid pranks but for emergencies as well. he was once too late to help his friend ribbit (the character that we saw on the door in ep5) and couldn't get to open the door. imagine you couldn't help the only person who truly cared for you in this forsaken cirsus. imagine knowing that they're getting abstracted on the other side of the door and you can't do anything about it.

build his walls up high, if you were to break them to see the true him it'd take a while. he hides his insecurities and problems behind his obnoxious personality, yet deep down he wants to be heard. he wants to be comforted but he wouldn't take the comfort well, generally would be really awkward about it.

despises crying in front of anyone, despises voicing his needs, despises talking about his past life in a serious manner, despites being ignored even though everyone is telling each other to just "ignore him".

canonically he's the youngest in the cirsus; he's twenty-two (22) so theoretically he had it the worst as he had the whole life ahead of him just for it to be taken away in the blink of an eye. he could've start his own business, start a family, explore the world and so much more, but again everyone in the cirsus had to experience the shock of the new world, new body, new name and the unfortunate memory loss.

in the real world he'd listen to msi, have black nails and be the type of person to work night shifts. :p

he journals to keep his sanity!! tried to keep track of the days trapped in the cirsus but lost track after a few months. at first he used to journal everyday but he rarely writes anything in it these days, but when it does you bet he'll write out like 3 pages. has a small list of what everyone is startled by and a small list of all of caine's adventures.

he is really expressive, his ears show his emotions really well and he gestures with his hands all the time when he talks, often exaggerating everything. body language can tell you everything!!

him catching feelings for someone in the cirsus would be extremely rare as he really doesn't take the digital world seriously, but it is possible; a really really slow slow burn. now he wouldn't even realize when he caught feelings for you, it just slowly progressed into something more than friends.

I like to think that the moment he realized he had a crush on you is when he was journaling and started writing about you, a lot about you or someone like ragatha or zooble point his obvious different behaviour when it comes to you.

its subtle but it's there: the way his voice slightly softens when talking to you, the way he always soughts to be at your side, the way he's staring at you from across the room, the way his pranks are even more harmless, the way he doesn't actually walk into your room and makes obvious loud noises to signal that he's here; he wouldn't knock though.

jax's love language is quality time and acts of service. he is very observant, he already knows you will need something before you do.

terrible at giving affection, even worse at receiving it. PDA is a no no for him unless he is the one who initiates it. please don't hug him out of the blue in front of the others, poor boy will be so awkward and flushed. HOWEVER he loves giving you suprise kisses, hugging you from behind, silently telling everyone you're his. and he is yours.

A TEASE, talks big but if you tease him back? he might actually explode.

twirling strands of your hair around his fingers, playing with the hem of your clothes, a hand on your waist, on your back is how he expresses his affection and love for you. further into the relationship he'll get more comfortable with bigger acts of affection like hugging and kissing.

actually goes crazy over how you see him, it was the worst in the crushing state. he doesn't want you thinking badly of him, he doesn't want you listening to others how terrible he is. his mood WILL change whenever you're mad at him. he will try to apologize in his own way, acting like its not that big of a deal in front of you knowing damn well he couldn't sleep because of it and sweated his ass off.

wouldn't know how to comfort you if you started crying in front of him or he found you crying in your room or really anywhere in the cirsus. would just look at you first, stare. you'd think that he's judging you but he really doesn't know what to do. after a while he'd just sit next to you and wait for you to open up or tell him to fuck off. he genuinely doesn't want you abstracting, anyone but you.

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[powderpuff-divines]

pick a pile: what makes people's hearts flutter around you

thank you so much for the love on the previous reading!! i was so happy to see that so many of you enjoyed it. i hope that this one resonates too. once again, it is a general reading. only take what applies, leave the rest and please forgive any grammatical or spelling errors xx

pile 1 ˚. ✦.��·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(judgement, ace of pentacles, queen of pentacles, page of pentacles, page of wands)

there's just something intimidating about you pile one (you may or may not have a resting b-face) but there's also something about you that makes people want to impress you. whatever way you express your dissatisfaction- whether it's the way you curl your lips in distaste or scrunch your eyebrows- it sets people on edge. it makes them nervous but also very eager to please you.

you could come from a well to do family, like a long line or surgeons, etc. (if not, that's the vibes you give) or even if it's not wealth, it feels like you come from a very reputed family.

but regardless of your family, you have built have a very good reputation for yourself amongst your peers. your work ethic is also very good- you put your head down and get to work, and even that makes people's hearts flutter sometimes. you elicit awe and admiration quite easily.

capable. that's the energy i'm getting from this pile. someone capable who wants to work hard, who wants money, who wants status, who wants recognition. majority of the people from this pile are the go-getters, the type to want to work in student body councils or win a lot of trophies (i'm getting more academic/corporate achievement than sporty though).

there's also another section of people who picked this pile who wouldn't necessarily call themselves hard-working, they'd prefer to call themselves lazy even but regardless of how you label yourself, you just breeze through your work anyway. in the eyes of others, it looks effortless. the people around you take one look at you and just know you're going to achieve great things with your career

regardless of all this admiration, i don't think you're friends with many people. there may only be a few in your inner circle. there's something about other people wanting to be a part of your personal life so bad. i'm seeing this image someone who randomly posts a Instagram story of them surfing and the people viewing it are so shocked ("pile two surfs? i never knew that about them. that's so cool!") they're intrigued by you and want to know you better but you don't let people that close easily. you might just have really strict work-life boundaries and are very particular about who in your life gets to see how much about you.

and because of who you are, what you've accomplished and how you carry yourself, your approval means something to the people around you, especially if it's something you don't dole out to just anyone.

your approval; that's what gets their heart fluttering-- a nod from you when they show you what they've done, a pat on the back, a smile on your lips as you give praise, even if it's off-handed, it gives them something to feel good about for the rest of the day.

pile 2 ˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

(chariot, 8 of pentacles , ace of cups, seven of swords, ten of pentacles) (oh my god 😭 who are you peopleeee. i would not be surprised if multiple people were crushing on this pile.)

pile 2, you're popular and you definitely know it to some extent too. this pile is a bit similar to pile 1 in some ways but still vastly different you could have lot of admirers and people who want to get close to you and i do see you engaging with these people, because you do enjoy the attention (nothing wrong with that), but i also get the feeling you're very controlling and picky over your image and how you come off to people. even while trying to channel the messages for this pile, the energy feels a bit reserved and doesn't want to give me too much.

there's one particular thing you could be known for, some sort of craft you've worked hard at or you're really talented at. this could be something like dance or music but that's where most of your popularity comes from. you have a good network of friends and people who you can pass time with.

i'm ngl, lowkey getting some player energy from this pile but not necessarily in the bad way. it's just some of you are aware of effect you have, and you have fun teasing people, toying with them, making them blush. oh, pile 2 you like making people's hearts flutter, you do it on purpose. you like knowing that you have the power to make people flustered.

what makes people's heart flutter is the rush they get when your eyes meet, the flirtatious lilt in your voice, maybe a smirk on your lips as you tease them in a very nonchalant manner, when you say something and playfully tell them that it's a secret only the two of you will know, when you make them feel like they are the sole focus of your attention. heart are fluttering left and right because of you.

i don't know if this pile will resonate with a lot of people or if the things mentioned here are too specific, but bottom line is that there's a very flirtatious and seductive vibe to your energy. you guys might be bored the majority of the time but man, when you're interested in someone, you tease and play with them until you get a reaction. even if you're not like this currently, you have great potential at charming people my pile twos.

pile 3 ˚ . ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚.

( 6 of cups, the empress, nine of pentacles, eight of pentacles, temperance rev)

pile 3, are you really uncomfortable with being perceived by any chance? i had the most difficult time channeling the energy of the people who chose this pile out of all three piles. i think you keep to yourself for most of the time but there's also this adorable energy around you, like that of a cat that just puts its head down and sleeps whenever it gets the chance to.

you could not like attention and maybe most of your days, you put your head down and focus on getting through. that's not to say you have a sad life. maybe you're not where you want to be yet, but you do have hobbies, things you enjoy and to pass the time with.

there's something casually cool about you. i cannot say what it is exactly since it's different for each of the people who pick this pile, but something about the way someone gets their drink from the vending machine? for someone, it's the way they hop over a gate. you have these tiny particular habits and methods of doing things that catch some people's attention without even knowing it.

i think it's your affection that makes people's hearts flutter.

this is giving me the energy of that one type of male lead/character (i'm just talking about the vibe, this could apply to you regardless of your gender) in anime that slacks off all the time but will randomly say something observant or serious that will have your heart skipping a beat. it's very endearing, i feel like you're very laid-back but still very straightforward and blunt with your affection. you'll say something simple but it'll be so earnest and the most romantic thing ever in the moment; it would exactly the thing the other person would happen to need to hear.

and it's not even intentional for most of you, it just comes naturally.

AHHH pile 3s, i get the feeling most of you don't think very highly about your work or aren't very comfortable with yourself but you should know that you're inherently a very chill and cool person. you aren't nearly as embarrassing as you think you are. be proud of your existence please!! and take up more space!!!

what makes people's hearts flutter around you aren't big gestures or big speeches, but it's just simply you in the rawest form possible. maybe it's you holding a cold soda can to someone's cheek and murmuring something that was just on your mind; a silly joke, a comment about a look on their face. it's your nonchalant affection that arrives so silently yet reassuringly steady every time. it's the way you unknowingly make the weight of the world lighter for others, even if just for a second.

this pile gives me maomao vibes? i haven't seen ad yet, just clips and edits but the way she just puts her head down and dgaf about anything except posion/her own thing and she's just inherently endearing and people adore her??? that's your vibe pile 3!!! also this is the second time anime has been referenced, so maybe that's a sign for some of yall

i love how much you can customise your tumblr post but the gradient text is just too stressful for me to do more than twice in one post lol. do let me know which pile you picked and on how it resonated!! in all honesty, i'm a bit nervous about it since i feel like i went too specific so i hope it still resonates with people.

[date-everything-has-taken-over]

Hi hi hiii I wasnwondering if u could do a fic thing where reader is basically dating most dateables n one day they (the reader) basically ends up feeling extremely sick from not taling care of theirself properly, running around to fix stuff, starting a new part-time job, going out with new friends. Could some of the characters included be dorian, eddie & volt, hector and whoever else? Pls and thank uu!!

Gonna add Barry and Betty because I think they'd fit in very well with this case (And they're my babygirls)

Dorian🚪

● One of the first to notice something was off

●After losing your job at Valdivian, you had gotten two part-time jobs to make up for it, and it was beginning to take its toll

●He was the kne to see you before you walked through the front Dorian. Before you would take a deep breath and put on your best, "everything's okay" face

●He'd try his best to convince you to give yourself a break and get some well needed rest, but you kept reassuring him you'd be fine

●Well, he was right. After one too many overtime shifts combined with coming home to help everyone with their problems resulting in many sleepless nights, you come home and practically collapsed in the front hallway

●"Right, that's it. You're taking a couple days off work and resting"

●Unfortunately, he's still the front door, so he can't take you to bed himself, but bedroom Dorian will take things from there

●If you thought he was like a bouncer before, you haven't seen anything yet.

●A dateable wants to see you. "Are you on the list?" "What do you need with them?" "You're not gonna cause a fuss are ya?"

●He even contemplates moving the hanks downstairs. Sure, they're usually in your room, but they're so loud. He gives them a stern warning (which scares them just a bit) and let's them stay

●He makes sure the house is safe and that your room is the pinical of peace

●"Autherized personal only" Dorian blocks anyone trying to get in, but especially the more rowdy members of the house

●"Darling, you never believe what I heard about Hoove!" Scandalabra tries yelling through Dorian, which was followed by a suspicious thud (I'm sure it's nothing to worry abt)

●Until he sees you're 100% better, Dorian doesn't let you out of his sight (not that he does that anyway). Going to the kitchen for chicken soup? He's got an eye on you just in case

●When you actually do recover, he's making sure you don't get yourself in the same issue and makes you promise not to push yourself

●"It's not just my job to keep you safe from the outside world, love." He holds you close to him, enveloping you in a warm hug. "I will always be there to keep you safe from all danger"

●Even after you're better and going back to work, he's checking on you every chance he gets, reminding you to eat and sleep at a reasonable time

●He may not woo with words as much as other dateables, but he shows how much he loves you every day by being a safe and reliable presence for you

Eddie & Volt⚡️

●Work was short-staffed, and with it being busy season, you were picking up extra shifts almost every day

● They know overworked when they see it, so when you show up to the club, noticeably tired, they clock you right away

●Volt takes a seat next to you, placing his lips on the side of you head

"You know we're always happy to see you, live wire-"

Eddie cuts him off

"-But you look dead tired, go to bed"

● Volt chuckles, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap

"Our live wire doesn't need to leave to rest, do they?" He brings you closer. "You can relax right here, live wire"

●After that night, Eddie stopped letting you help out around the club

"Don't worry about it, alright? You look like you're about to fall over anyway"

●Eddie acts tough, but he's checking on you and bringing you water every time you visit the Breaker Box after work

●When everything catches up to you and you actually do end up getting sick enough to take a couple of days off work while stuck in bed, they're both worried (and a little pissed)

●They've seen you running around the house helping everyone, fixing things around the house, settling arguments between other members of the house so they have a pretty good idea of how you ended up like this

●They check on you every day to make sure you're doing alright

●If you're not awake when they come by, you'll wake up to find a glass of water, Nyquill, and a note

'Rest well, live wire -E&V

●After a couple of days of bedrest, you return to the club, and they're happy to see you doing well

●They've both accepted you're too nice to say no to helping everyone in the house, so how do they remedy this?

●By practically keeping you hostage in the club for the next couple of days (Can't get exhausted again if they just keep you at the Breaker Box)

●Eddie still refuses to let you help out even if you insist

"And you get on me for not taking a break," he sets a glass in front of you. "Little hypocritical, don't ya think?"

●He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, keeping close for a moment before going to the back to do maintenance

●They may be busy running the club, but never too busy for you, and they make sure to remind you

Hector💨

●Also, very quick to notice

●He was very worried when he noticed how much slower you seemed lately

●Asks how you're doing multiple times a day. Never believes you when you say you're fine but he doesn't wanna push it and upset you

●Fully panics when he sees you collapse after walking through front Dorian

●The temperature spikes for a moment until he calms down

●He doesn't leave your side for a moment

●Takes extra care to keep the temperature at a comfortable level for you

●You don't even have to say anything. Ate you pulling the blanket closer to you? Heat up. Are you kicking away the sheets? Air on.

●He so badly wants to be there with you. To hold you and comfort you. But he's still terrified to leave the vents

●He's slightly soothed knowing Betty is taking very good care of you (but also kinda jealous)

●In the middle of the night, when he's sure everyone is asleep, he sits beside your bed, watching as your breath rises and falls

● He brushes your hair aside, admiring your beautiful face (even though it's sick and sweaty, he doesn't care)

●Before leaving, he gives your forehead a kiss. "Feel better soon, my love."

● If someone tried disturbing you or kept you awake, he'd turn the heat up in the room they're in to be petty

●When you're well enough to get out of bed, he's overcome with both joy and anxiety

●Joy because you're well enough to see him in the attic now. He can hold you again (and you can watch him turn bright red as you kiss his face)

● But anxious because, what if this happens again? What if the human keeps pushing themselves? What if it's WORSE next time?!

●He begs you to slow down and not push yourself too hard. To give yourself more free time and rest more often

●The look he gives you is like a kicked puppy, and you just can't help but hold him close and promise to take care of yourself better

●He clings to you for a bit before you leave the attic to go to bed "Rest well, my love."

● When you finally go back to work, he anxiously waits for your return, watching Timmy just a little too closely

●When you finally return, he observes your every move to see if you look tired or overwhelmed

●If not, good. But if you look any kind of distressed, he's whisking you away to the attic to cuddle, then practically dragging you to bed at the end of the day

●You're honestly a little surprised since he's normally not this bold face-to-face

●Even long after recovery, it becomes a new routine. If you come home tired, he's attaching himself to you koala style

Barry💄

● Well, technically, he noticed pretty quickly when he'd see you so exhausted every morning, buuuuut then he forgot and would notice all over again each morning

●Feels terrible when you come home sick and remain bedridden for days

●He's almost too nervous to visit you, scared you'd be mad at him

●"Are you feeling alright, darling?" He peeks into your room, "Anything I can do to help?"

●When you tell him you'd just like to hear his voice and that you love it when he goes on little rants about whatever he's obsessed with at the moment, his whole face turns red

●"Oh! W-well, that's, um, very n-nice, darling." He laughs nervously. He takes a moment to compose himself. "I 'm-I'm glad you enjoy hearing me talk. I'm happy to keep you company, darling."

●Since you're stuck in bed with nothing to do, Baeey is happy to keep you company while you recover

● He'll talk about just about anything that interests him at the time. Makeup, toucans, history, lions, movies. He's also happy to listen if you have anything to yap about

● If you're not able to shower, he'll brush your hair so it doesn't get too knotted while you're sick, taking care to be extra gentle.

●It's so soothing you send up falling asleep. He brings the covers over your body and turns the lights off, letting you sleep peacefully

●Before leaving, he leans down to kiss your cheek "Goodnight, darling."

● You may or may not have woken up with a lipstick smudge on your cheek, but you certainly didn't mind

●When you're feeling better, Barry helps you through your post-sick self-care routine. Warm bath, skin care, hair care

●Helps you with your bath so you don't fall asleep, definitely not because he wants to rub your soapy body noooo definitely not

Betty🛌

●She noticed right away. You've barely been sleeping and even when you do, you toss and turn all night.

●She tries to get you to come to bed early, but you're busy helping around the house. Then she tried getting you to sleep in, but you got called into work early.

●This repeated a couple of times until you stumbled into your room and fell onto her.

●She's happy to be able to spend so much time with you, but she wishes it weren't under such conditions.

●She holds you close, your head just under her chin and your face against her chest (awooga). She's somehow the perfect temperature for when you're cold or overheating.

●She'll gently stroke your head and hum softly until you fall asleep.

● When you wake up, she looks down at you and brings a hand to your cheek. "Good morning, lover." She presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm afraid I can't let you go anywhere until I'm sure you're better." Her gentle voice makes it seem like a joke, but you know she's serious.

● You wouldn't have thought to leave anyway, you could barely move, and your whole body felt achy but more importly Betty was just so damn sweet and comfortable.

●Ngl it's mostly sleeping and cuddleng with you and occasanaly getting food

●When you finally felt better, she convinced you to take an extra rest day with her "just in case"

Sorry, Betty's is so short! I couldn't think of much for her

[mixingandmelting]

May I request smth like batboys + bruce reacting to their fem!reader gifting them these couple hoodies? 🥺🥺🥺

Bruce:

He smirks and raises an eyebrow. It was one thing to own couple-coded dresswear, but an actual couple’s outfit?

“’Somebody’s problem’?” A mix of amusement and affection underlies his voice as he pulls out the one that’s obviously meant for him and keeps it at arm’s length away.

“What? It’s true! Everyone can agree I’m not the problem ninety percent of the time.” He simply snorts, the teasing tilt and grin a dead give away that you were bluffing.

Eyeing you for a second, he goes back to taking in the sweatshirt. The softness of a mix of polyester and cotton with words sewn in the middle. It’s as if you’ve physically given a part of yourself, warm and soft that he can stay engulfed all day. And the very thought of it is enough to make his heart flutter faster.

It was enjoyable to say the least, when he wore it while staying in the Batcave the next day. While comforted at the thought that you’re with him, it was hilarious to see how everyone does a double-take at it and becomes the hot topic of the week.

Dick:

The second he sees them; he instantly falls in love and nearly squeals.

“What? No. What? Stop. You didn’t” He holds one of the sweatshirts next to his face, his lips stretching into a wide smile.

To think you’d get matching sweatshirts. Is this your way of claiming him? Or telling others, you’re his?

“Well, they were on sale and looked cute-“

“Cute?” His eyes wide, his lips in the shape of an “o” as if you personally offended him. “Just cute? These are more than cute.”

Then, clenching the sweatshirt in his hand, you yelp when he pulls you close and starts twirling you in the air.

“Dick! Put me down!”

“Not until you know this is one of the best things you could possibly give me.”

He was an absolute pain for the rest of the week, rotating between the two sweatshirts every other day (yes, both even if yours is a tight fit) and annoying everyone from making the sign for people to ask so he can brag about them nonstop while reminding you to wear whatever one he’s NOT wearing whenever the two of you head out. 

Jason:

Oh? Oh. Oh-

It slowly dawns to him what exactly he got and, as soon as it clicks, his cheeks flush while the corner of lips curls up into a grin.

You’re cute. So cute. So damn adorable he might die all over again because of it. It’s obvious that they are, the signs clear as day with one in your size, the other in his.

So many thoughts pass through his mind: the fact that it’s a first for him, you wanting to keep you and him tied together, people within and outside of each other’s circles noticing the two of you are a couple. It’s giving him the butterflies, the good butterflies that makes him want to kick his feet.

“…Well? Do you like it?”

“Yeah,” He gulps, trying to tame the excitement and happiness that threatens to bubble out and lose his composure. “Yeah, I really like it.”

“Like” was a big understatement. On top of getting to go around and show off he was yours; he had fun scaring off every person that tried to hit on you as the sweatshirt gave that needed extra push and paired well with his protective-boyfriend-glare.

Tim:

It’s his birthday. Christmas. Both.

Nonstop, his thumbs brush over the fabric of both sweatshirts.

“Where did you get them?” He asks, his eyes glued and unable to look away.

“Online. Couldn’t resist after seeing some of the couples on TikTok wearing them, you know?”

Oh, don’t worry, he knows. What he doesn’t is how you were able to pull this off behind his back, without him even noticing. He may be busy day and night, but he still keeps tabs on you (you know, him being a vigilante and all doesn’t make him the safest person to really date – er, that’s his excuse anyways).  

Then there’s your indirect confession that you pretty much think about him as much he thinks about you, regardless where he and you are. And that’s-

“Tim? You okay? You look like you have a fever.”

The two of you argue over who’s the one that’s problematic. It’s him who ends up, begrudgingly, being “Somebody’s Problem” though he didn’t mind as much after cuddling with you for a whole day with a kiss stamped on his cheek.

Duke:

Only two words: Hell. Yes.

“And it’s for the two of us?” His eyes sparkling and continuously glancing between you and the gift you gave him.

“That is the idea.”

“Wherever, whenever?”

“If you want to…?”

“At school, on dates?”

“You do realize we go to school that requires a uniform-“You huff and raise your hands up at the look he gives you. “Yes, okay, sure. At school and on dates.”

He winces then turns sheepish, rubbing the back of his head apologetically. He didn’t mean to get this worked up, never having thought or needing a couple's merch. He was fine that he got to be with you. It’s once you give him the sweatshirt, he realizes why so many couples buy them or matching anything in general.

He insists that he wears the other only for you to somehow convince him to wear the sweatshirt with “Somebody”. It takes time to get used to, a bit bashful when his family, Bat and biological, and friends teases him though it was nice to hear from strangers you both made a perfect couple.

Damian:

“What’s this supposed to be?” Despite the heavy judgement in the (rhetorical) question, the corner of his lips continuously twitches.

Common fabric. None of the letters are the same size, and worse, in Comic Sans – they’re not cute; it’s tacky at best. Ugly is what he wants to say and he can if he really wants to. There’s only one problem that stops him: you. Two sweatshirts in similar shades including the thread forms the words, there’s no doubt they were meant to be worn as a pair by a certain pair of people.

Add that to him battling every single person to stay away from you twenty-four-seven, it does a lot of critical damage to him seeing you willingly got something to show you people you’re his.

Suddenly, he scowls, placing a hand over his heart that pounds hard against his chest.

“…Damian, do you not like it? I can always return it and get something el-“

“Who said that I didn’t like it?” He ignores your confusion, keeping the sweatshirts out of your reach out of worry you’d actually take it away from him.

He does give you an earful later after realizing which one was meant for him while putting it on with you, wearing it regardless.

[rivereverie]

Just some observations on Astarion learning to see that he is loved

I just saw a clip of Astarion's response to his partner cheating on him with Mizora and it got me thinking. While his entire reaction is very telling and meaningful in its entirety, one line stood out to me:

"I really thought there was more to you. That you were better than other people"

This was striking because it immediately reminded me of something else he says, in the scene after his siblings attempt to capture and return him to Cazador:

"You're the only one. Other people don't have a heart like you. You're you. No one is like that."

These lines feel a little odd at first, because Astarion isn't known for putting the PC on a pedestal. I don't think that's exactly what he's doing here. I think these lines are just capturing the inner chaos and contradiction that naturally come with the gradual unraveling of a long-held worldview. At this point, Astarion is able to process that one person cares for and accepts him, but only one. They must be an outlier: an exception to the rule. Surely they're something special.

Obviously this isn't true, though, and the next step is for him to learn that the PC isn't actually unique in their ability to accept and care for him him. In fact, Astarion is already loved by others and just doesn't see it. This line of his is beautifully contrasted by Karlach's reaction to Astarion's near-abduction. She is righteously angry and protective because she loves Astarion too.

"I dare Cazador to sent more lackeys our way. This is our territory. I'll crack anyone who tries to come into my house and hurt my people."

Earlier in the story, we get a similar moment during the confession scene, showing again how Astarion isn't always able to see the truth of what others feel for him.

When he says this, he sounds surprised. Like the idea of a friend is a revelation. This kind of broke my heart when I first heard it, because I thought it was obvious to him that he already had friends, in both the other companions and my character. But I think a part of him genuinely was stuck in that old thought pattern of assuming that anyone who showed interest in him just wanted to use him. This also makes it clear just how divorced sex is from affection in his mind and experience. Though they've slept together at least several times and grown more emotionally intimate too, Astarion still needs confirmation that the PC actually cares for him.

I made a post once about the two triggers for Astarion's confession here, which further reveal his mindset: going out of your way and into danger to get his scars translated, or choosing not to force him into complying with Araj's dehumanizing demands. Both of these things are concrete demonstrations of respect and care for him and what he wants. Astarion knows very well how empty words can be, so actions are what finally help him believe that the PC cares about him, and gives him the impetus to confess.

Later, If you break up with Astarion, his reaction is extremely telling in that he regresses slightly from this healthier mindset he had developed:

"I can hardly blame you. I don't exactly have much to offer right now, beyond new burdens to carry."

Typically, we witness any traces of Astarion's self-deprecation filtered through irony or dark humor, so his vulnerability in this moment is stark.

He claims that he has very little to offer, but that just isn't true. He may be going through a bit of a crisis, but he is still a shockingly good partner given the circumstances. He is unwaveringly supportive, caring, and clearly tries to lighten his partner's emotional load when they begin to feel the strain of responsibility. Not to mention, just being himself still makes him perfectly worthy of being loved. In any relationship, there will be times when one person needs more support than they themself can give, and that doesn't mean that they aren't enough. We're seeing, yet again, that he sometimes just doesn’t recognize how deeply he is valued by others. At this point, maybe a part of him still feels like he needs to be of service in order to be accepted, let alone loved. I also personally interpret this line as partially concerning his insecurity around not "providing" his partner with sex at this time, reiterating this deeply internalized belief that he needs to perform in order to be valued.

All of these little moments add so much subtly and humanity to his character, and make his development feel natural and earned. The payoff is clear after Cazador's death, when we get to see his new confidence:

He doesn't have to ask "really?" this time.

"You believed in me - believed I was enough just the way I am."

He truly knows now that he is loved.

[neilsbeloved]

what do you think Clark and a super bossy girlfriend would be like??

MMHHHMMMM clark is alr used to being bossed around soo it wouldn’t be much change 🥴 (mild 18+ @ the end)

for context: clark grew up surrounded by women with a variety of personalities (martha, lana, chloe, alicia, lois among others) so i personally think clark wouldn’t mind having a super bossy gf especially when he’s used to following a woman’s every word down to the letter

clark with a bossy gf… knows how to shut up with just one look. a glare, or a narrow of your eyes, yep… he’s shutting up before he gets on your bad side. fuck winning an argument, he’d let you win all of them. (almost all, he usually wins 1-2 of em)

clark with a bossy gf… is definitely the laidback type when it comes to dates. as much as clark loves planning lunch dates and movie nights, it doesn’t hold a candle to when you email him a literal itinerary for a four-hour evening date after work; or when you show him a powerpoint of destinations for a road trip he mentioned while the two of you were cuddling in bed

it overwhelms him, yes, but he’s staring at you with lovesick puppy dog eyes every time you drag him on a date you planned

clark kent with a bossy gf… is your personal therapist. being bossy probably has way more downs than it has ups, clark knows that very well from watching you. so when you don’t have much friends to let your feelings out to, clark is more than willing to hear every bit of happiness, sadness, randomness, and even frustration that you have about your stupid co-worker michael. best believe clark listens to every word too

clark kent with a bossy gf… gets shy when you ask him to try on a piece of clothing in the middle of the store. you love him and all his flannel-wearing but god help you if you had to take one more day seeing a big red flannel longsleeve on your boyfriend’s buff body. literally fifty percent of clark’s new clothes is from you taking him on a shopping spree with your new paycheck.

clark thinks you do it for him but really you do it for you. like, clark kent wearing a fitted white tank top? yeah, the store can take every penny

clark kent with a bossy gf… wakes up to a fully organized kitchen with plates of pancakes and bacon, or to you just arriving after a quick drive to the market to get him some breakfast. either way, you always make sure he’s stuffed and full before going to work. of course, on occasion, you serve him his favorite breakfast too. you

clark kent with a bossy gf… is the biggest baby and it’s your fault. you make sure to always have everything prepared and ready. he doesn’t even need to think about anything else when he’s with you because whatever’s happening, you’re already on it.

as much as clark’s this big strong red-blue superhero, to you he’s just your journalist-slash-farmer boyfriend who’s too nice to tell a diner server that they gave him the wrong order

in the bedroom… clark’s still letting you boss him. only this time he has a lot more leverage especially with you being a pillow princess and everything. every word, every whimper, every request—he’s doing it all. whatever and however you want, clark’s already on it before you can even do so much as catch your breath.

the only downfall you have inside the bedroom is that clark wants you to tell him. he wants you to tell him every nasty single detail you want him to do to you before he actually does. sounds easy, right? not when he’s fucking you hard enough that your words slur and you can’t even string a proper sentence together.

yep… balls deep into you and clark’s in your ear, asking you: “how’d you want me baby? c’mon, talk to me, should i go faster? harder? tsk i can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me baby.”

so i say yummy for clark kent with a bossy gf 🙂‍↕️

[mona-risms]

Ok I was thinking about making a whole ass fic about this myself, but seeing your taking Hunter/x requests I thought I’d pitch this to see how you’d imagine it.

I imagined Amab Reader (I was thinking a guy best friend thing for Rumi) but knowing u don’t write men I’ll pitch this as Masc GN.

They grew up with Rumi, trained to be hunters with Rumi and eventually became Hunter/x dance/choreographer, that’s been in love with Rumi since the day they met, but they’ve never told her.

Mira and Zoey know but never outed them to Rumi, they go through the movie helping the girls and watching Rumi fall in love with Jinu, and they take it pretty well, it hurts like hell but all that matters is Rumi's happiness.

Eventually we reach the events where the girls find out Rumis a demon and Mira raises her weapon to her and Reader steps in between them and they all argue, basically the conclusion of the argument outing readers feelings for Rumi.

Mira is like “You’re in love with a demon!”

And readers like “No im in love with Rumi” cause it doesn’t matter to them what she is.

And I just imagine them and Rumi leaving, she’s still in love with Jinu so that confession doesn’t magically have them together or even kiss now. But Rumi knows, over everything she’s ever wanted.

She has one person that for sure loves all of her. Even the parts she thought were unlovable because even her aunt and pseudo mother couldn’t love them.

But reader is there no matter what, and just holds her as she breaks down, because of all the awful stuff she’s had to endure with her self image, and knowing now that she doesn’t have to feel the shame her aunt instilled in her

Sincerely the Tsaritsa/Pyro Archon Anon

◆ MAIN COURSE: Rumi x gn!choreographer!Reader

◆ TYPE: SFW, romantic

◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None. Maybe like one single mention in regards to how these events would be with a fem!reader but otherwise this is strictly gender neutral.

◆ NOTES: HELLO I DID SEE YOUR OTHER REQUEST AND I WAS GONNA WORK ON IT BEFORE KDH TOOK OVER MY BRAIN 😭😭😭 YES YOU CAN BE ☀️🌙 ANON FIRST OF ALL I' SO SORRY I HAVEN'T DONE THE OTHERS YET AND SECOND OF ALL THANK YOU FOR THE CONSIDERATION ☹️. Anyway read this for? The continuation? Not the right word but alas

It feels like sacrilege to write something about this because holy fuck this is already DEVASTATING as is 😭😭😭😭😭 WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS but god okay here we go

I'm just going to say to get it out of the way bc this is genuinely a thought I have—if this was a fem!reader thing, it'd be another form of devastation. Gonna state the obvious here but K-Pop idols being gay, while they definitely lean into the queer fanservice and it isn't illegal to be gay in South Korea, still isn't widely socially accepted (there are some exceptions that came out but it is VERY MINIMAL). I don't even think it'd ever register to Rumi that you'd ever be interested unless she had some sort of bi awakening or you flat-out spit it out. And even then considering how she was most likely raised by Celine to be a WEAPON in both demon slaying and idol stuff, along with being taught to hide herself, I don't even know if it'd be an easy thing to swallow. But that's just me okay ANYWAY moving on frfr

You two growing up together as childhood besties and Celine training the both of you since you were young gives you a sort of special bond that not even Zoey or Mira have bc I THINK iicr they had their own lives when they grew up before they got scouted by Celine (how tf would we know when they never go into it right 😓). The two of you have the most experience, and the rapport comes the easiest. But as much as Rumi wanted to tell you about her demonic heritage, Celine has it drilled even deeper than you that she NEEDS to hide it—conceal don't feel Elsa type shit

I think Celine would also entrust watching over Rumi (and the whole of HUNTR/X) to you. Since, yk, there's only three people allowed every generation. This opens up the choreographer role, being able to guide them and their movements while keeping an eye on them when Celine can't. Unfortunately this also does kinda put pressure on you NOT confessing to Rumi bc 1) it'd probably end up as a distraction and 2) you don't wanna bother her about it. So at the VERY LEAST you'd be planning to say something AFTER they get the Golden Honmoon and all the demons are banished. Surely that'd be fine right? WRONG

Ever since the Saja Boys appeared, Rumi's been distant. Not just from Zoey and Mira, but you as well, which is diabolical since the two of you are guaranteed attached to the hip. Said two would be the only people that are well aware of your feelings for Rumi, and by GOD they feel bad for you. They're saying that Rumi's just!! Distracted over the upcoming Idol Awards and the Golden Honmoon!!!!!! But you've been seeing Rumi less and less, she's gradually kinda withdrawn and stopped talking to you about her problems, and she gets all sketchy and weird when you knock on her door or anything

The words slip out of your mouth before you could keep it down, "Did I do something wrong?"

Rumi looked up from her lap, her hands lightly pinching at the edges of her hoodie—your hoodie, you notice, the one you gave her one day but never bothered to ask for back because she said it was comfortable and gave good coverage of her whole body. "No?" Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, and she looked genuinely taken off-guard by your question, "I don't.. think so? Why do you ask? Did something happen?"

You shook your head, "No, just.. you've just been avoiding me recently, so I thought I made you upset somehow."

"You know if I was upset, I'd tell you, right? Been doing that since we were kids," Rumi smiled lightly, "even when it was just me tripping over a rock and wanting those cute little bandaids you had."

At one point, you would've said 'yes' without a single doubt in your mind, but recently you've had doubts. Growing up with her meant you basically knew her better than she even knew herself, after all.

You wanted to say 'no' or 'I don't know'. You wanted to be honest.

"Yeah. I do." That's all that came tumbling out. "But I just..."

Miss you.

You shrugged before sitting down beside her on the bed, bumping your shoulders together as you reassured her, though you didn't know of what, "Don't forget you can come to me anything, yeah? I'm not gonna judge."

She doesn't verbally answer, but she does nod and lean on your side. Though you don't dare to look down at her expression—the nagging feeling of paranoia, mixed with the respect you had for Rumi, was pushing you away from prying—if you did you would've seen regret written all over her face.

It only all makes sense at the Idol Awards, when her identity is revealed and you lot all realise she was trying to work with Jinu (clearly it kinda failed since 🤷‍♀️). It clicks to you Really Easily, why Rumi's been secretive and distant this whole time, and even when it came to other stuff like why she doesn't go to the bathhouse or why she favours things with full coverage and long sleeves even if it was the MIDDLE OF FUCKING JULY!!!! You saw it on the screen, right beside Bobby, and by the time you get to where the girls are, Mira and Zoey have their weapons pointed at Rumi and Rumi is glowing, devastated, inhuman

Do you care though? No duh. So you step in between the two parties with your own weapon. But even you could tell that Mira and Zoey weren't into it at all—they didn't wanna fight Rumi at all

Mira's grip tightened on her glaive, "[Y/N]. Step away."

"No," you raised your own weapon higher, "not before the two of you lower your weapons. What the hell are you doing?"

"What we, as Hunters, are supposed to be doing!" Mira's voice raised, tinged with a mix of disbelief and mournful desperation, "We've been trained under the code of killing all demons for years, and yet she's been working with them the whole time?"

You hear Rumi's voice from behind you, broken, layered with something else, "No, I--"

"Oh, cut the crap! You kept this a secret the entire time and never thought to tell us when we-- when we--" Mira's voice broke off with a strangled rasp, her blade lowering slightly, before she blinked her unshed tears away and held firm with her stance, "If you're not going to help us, then step away."

You didn't move, "No."

"Stop being so stubborn and turn around! Look at her!"

And you did.

You saw her eyes, half a normal brown and half a slitted amber that glowed just like the purple markings that stretched all across her skin. You saw the claws on one of her hands, the way her skin now sported a grey-violet tinge that gradiented into her normal skin colour.

You saw the shame.

Zoey, the quietest you've ever seen her, dematerialised one hand of her knives to tug at Mira's jacket, "Mira, maybe we can just.. leave--"

"You're defending a demon that lied to us--"

"I'm defending someone I love!"

Silence followed, save for the echoes of your raised proclamation that bounced off the walls—

"It doesn't matter what she is, she's still my Rumi. If you really want to kill her, if you really believe that she's nothing but a demon? You'll have to kill me first."

—and the sharp intake of breath from behind you.

If Rumi were to look at the others' faces, she wouldn't see shock—they knew, after all. Instead, their expressions had crumpled. Zoey's hold on her knives had trembled slightly, and Mira had stared at you in a mix of rage and devastation.. before the both of them lowered their arms.

"..Go," you spoke softly, keeping your eyes pinned onto the duo as you spoke to the woman behind you, despite the heartache, "find him. See what went wrong."

Her clawed hand had shakily reached out behind you, but she retracts it in a near-instant with a tiny whimper before running off.

And that's when you slumped to your knees.

"Fuck."

And then the whole thing kinda goes the same way it did until the end of the movie. Rumi's mourning for someone that, by Hunter code, she shouldn't have mourned and yet it's not as if feelings are easy to erase. Not just her feelings for Jinu, but yes her fears, her insecurities, her shame (no thanks to Celine, you find out from her later 😒)

It'd definitely take a while for her to get accustomed to walking around with her markings freely out in the open. This girl's been raised to think she should be ASHAMED of herself for even basically existing, and she has to hide whatever taint her demonic ancestry's given her instead of embracing it. Add onto the fact that she's realised the entire time there was one person who's loved her and WILL love her unconditionally, even when sometimes she still thinks she looks like a monster when her internal doubts get to her? Oh she's crying. And who does she realise holds her every time? You.

"I'm sorry."

You shook your head, "Don't ever be sorry. I.. kinda figured it was best to keep it a secret until it faded away."

"Don't say that," she smacked your arm lightly.

"Okay, yeah, I guess it does sound kind of sad."

"'Kind of'?" Rumi scoffed lightly, though her tone held no heat to it, "Mira and Zoey told me that you've been having this crush for years!"

"Since I first saw you, actually."

"That makes it worse! ..For that long?"

"..yeah." You laughed, mostly at yourself as you looked out at the city from her room balcony, "I don't think it'll go away."

Rumi just watched you, watched how the city lights and the iridescent Honmoon twinkled in your eyes. And she tore her eyes away after a while, resulting in the both of you simply.. city-watching amidst the silence.

But she breaks it after a while, her voice a fragile thing, "..Could you.. wait for me?"

"Hm?"

"I think.. I want to recover. Or, well, unlearn Celine's.. way of the Honmoon." She leans her head on your shoulder, her now-iridescent markings casting a soft glow on your skin and her hair loose from her usual braid, "I want to learn how to stop hiding first. Then.. I'll see. Is that.. okay?"

You looped your arm around Rumi to hug her by the side without any hesitation, "Take as much time as you want. I'll be here."

"..Thank you."

"Mm. ..Besides, who else would choreograph your dances? Mira could, sure, but not as good as me."

"Pfft. Ruin the moment, why don't you?"

[redrose10]

Something I wrote last night…

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety and mental health struggles, depression

Word Count: 2,345

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Some days Yoongi gets like this. It has been happening since his teenage years. He doesn’t know how or why. From the moment he gets up and out of bed to the moment he finally lays down in that same spot at the end of the night he feels it. Anxiety, worry, guilt, and a little bit of sadness. He over thinks everything. Wonders if he’s doing too much and too little all at the same time. There is a dark cloud that follows over him the entire day causing him hardships that only he sees.

He accidentally cut off a car on his way to work. He didn’t mean to. A split second of poor judgement. There was no accident. No harm. The other person probably forgot about it seconds later, but not Yoongi. He thought about it all day, worried that the other person, a complete stranger, was still angry with him over it.

When he texted Jimin asking if he wanted to meet up for lunch he replied with a simple ‘sure what time?’ Jimin always included emojis in his texts. Always. It was annoyingly cute. Yoongi spent the rest of the morning spiraling and wondering what he did to upset his friend. In reality Jimin was running late to an appointment and just wanted to make sure he responded before he forgot because he always gets excited when Yoongi invites him out to lunch.

During these dark times his words always fail him the most. He tried working on songs that he has had in progress for months, but he got nowhere. He tried to start a new one only to spend two hours staring at a blank computer screen resulting in him just beating himself up even more. On the worst of days he’ll stop by Namjoon’s studio and hand him a piece of paper with the code to enter his own studio written on it. He’ll tell Namjoon to take whatever equipment he wants out of it and sell the rest because it’s of no use to him any more. Namjoon will smile and nod and wait for Yoongi to exit the room before tearing up the piece of paper and tossing it in the trash next to him. He doesn’t even read the numbers out of respect for his friend. He knows Yoongi will be right back there tomorrow morning ready to give it another try.

On the way back home after a long day is when Yoongi will have a realization that will cause the biggest struggle of them all.

He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to call you his wife or the love of his life.

He’s not good enough, not smart enough, not handsome enough. He’s not affectionate. He struggles greatly in these times of darkness and brings you down with him.

He’s not very romantic. Most of your dates consist of takeout and movies on the couch. He asked you to marry him on a Sunday morning while the two of you drank your coffee at the kitchen table. He didn’t even have a ring yet but you still said yes. You must have just felt pity for him.

He works hard for you. A nice house, nice cars, designer clothes, fancy vacations. He knows you could get all of that by yourself, but he wants to provide it for you. It makes him feel good, needed even. He’ll cook you an amazing dinner including dessert and will even wash every single dish afterwards, but will struggle to tell you how beautiful you look that same night.

He doesn’t know how to tell you how much he loves you. He’s tried. He can feel it in his chest so deeply it hurts, but for seem reason his brain struggles to let him say it to your face. Like his own security blanket, a way to protect his heart from getting broken once again.

So every night he waits until you’re asleep all snuggled and safe in his arms and then he’ll whisper it into your ear.

But what if that isn’t enough?

What if you want more than he can provide? What if you’re unhappy? What if you regret ever marrying him? What if you want a divorce? What if you’ve already found someone else? No one else will ever love you like he does, but someone else will be able to say they do.

Because at the end of the day he’s nothing special…he’s just Yoongi.

By the time he pulls into the parking garage he has tears spilling down his cheeks and his breathing is ragged. He parks in his assigned spot which is thankfully towards the back corner of the garage and lays the leather seat of his car back to try and calm down. He sets a timer and then uses his breathing techniques that he learned years ago to hopefully prevent his body from going into full panic mode.

After fifteen minutes the timer goes off and he starts to gather his things and heads up to your apartment.

His head is pounding and his chest aches. He knows he is moments away from crying again, but he enters your home anyways.

He knows you won’t judge him. You won’t question what’s wrong until he’s ready to talk and that only makes him feel even less worthy of having you in his life.

When Yoongi gets to the kitchen he sees an assortment of fruits and veggies spread out on the counter. It seemed like you had a good time at the local farmers market with your friend. He immediately eyes a very large basket of tangerines. A small smiles forms on his face for the first time that day.

Then he notices the watermelon sitting off to the side. It’s one of your favorites, but you have made it very clear how much you hate cutting them. The effort, the mess, the danger…he shudders at the memory of having to bandage your poor little pinkie finger after the knife slipped while you were trying to slice through the watermelon rind. Yoongi tells you all the time to just buy the precut ones from the grocery store but you refuse to spend the extra money and you also don’t want to use more plastic than necessary which he admires.

Yoongi moves around the kitchen with ease grabbing the cutting board and one of the bigger chefs knives. Silently he gets to working cutting through the watermelon making sure to get the pieces just to the size you like. He’s so focused on the task before him that he doesn’t hear you come into the kitchen and is startled when your arms wrap around his waist.

“When did you get home?”, you mumble into his back, “You should’ve came and got me.” The vibrations tickle slightly.

“Just a little bit ago.”, he smiles yet again, “I wanted to get this watermelon cut for you.”

You squeezed him a little tighter as a silent thank you. Yoongi feels his heart thud.

“Did you see the tangerines? They probably thought I was crazy buying so many of them, but I know they’re your favorite and these ones looked so ripe and juicy.”, you excitedly exclaimed already reaching for one to peel for him.

As Yoongi continues to cut away at the melon you sit on top of the counter and feed him pieces of the tangerine while he listens about your day.

Your favorite cafe has a limited time pineapple drink for the summer months, but you had already had your heart set on the hibiscus lemonade so you’ll have to try it another day. Yoongi makes a mental note to take you there for lunch tomorrow.

He finds himself genuinely laughing for the first time that day when you tell him about the bee that viciously chased after your friend causing her to run into a wall spilling her latte all over herself.

He gives you a questioning look when you tell him about the cute baby goats you saw at the farmers market. The two of you have had this conversation many times before because you refuse to accept that goats are not good pets for an apartment.

You grab a piece of the watermelon and pretend like you’re going to feed it to him just like you did with the tangerines only to pop it in your mouth at the last second instead.

“Oh we’re going to play that game huh?”, he questions playfully. Your giggles that follow sound better than any melody he’s ever written.

Then you grab another piece of the melon and this time you actually feed it to him. It’s juicy and sweet and it’s perfect just like you.

“Thank you for cutting up the watermelon. You know how much I loathe doing that.”, you say before placing a kiss on his cheek.

Yoongi grabs a piece of the melon and feeds it to you, “Any time jagiya.”, he whispers as he watches you happily enjoy the fruits of his labor.

“I’ll clean all this up. Go take a bath and get changed into something comfy.”, you say as you hop off of the counter, “I thought we could order some food tonight and start watching that new drama everyone’s talking about. Or…should I say I’ll watch the new drama while you watch the first ten minutes and then snore through the rest.”, you laugh.

Yoongi fakes offense, but deep down knows you’re 100% right so he ends up laughing with you before walking off to the bedroom.

On the bed you’ve already laid out his favorite sweats and tshirt. A new pair of fluffy lavender infused socks that you got for him at the farmers market today are next to them. In the bathroom you’ve already got his skin care put out on the counter and his favorite eucalyptus bubble bath is placed on the tub along with a brand new vanilla scented candle sitting next to it.

There’s also a new bottle of some fancy goat milk lotion you probably got at the farmers market today. A note taped to it reads, If we had our own pet goat I wouldn’t have to spend so much money on fancy lotions made by other people…Just saying.

The note makes him laugh and shake his head at the same time. He starts to get undressed until he’s hit with a wave of emotions so strong it makes him nauseated. He decides that he can’t take it any more so he goes to find you.

You’re still in the kitchen and when he calls your name you look at him with wide eyes and cheeks full of watermelon. He bites lip to keep from laughing.

He grabs your hand and pulls you back to the bathroom with him. The water is running. He adds a touch of the bubble bath and lights the candle.

Then he helps you out of your clothes before removing his own and gently guides you into the bath with him.

He takes a seat behind you ignoring the coldness of the porcelain on his back because he’s too focused on you sitting in front of him with your back firmly pressed against his chest.

Once the tub is filled up the two of you sit there in comfortable silence while he lovingly runs his fingers across your belly and thighs until you’re nearly asleep.

“Yoongi?”, you finally speak after a while. “Hmmm.”, he hums back.

“I love you.”

His heart races. Suddenly the room feels unbearably hot and is spinning. If it wasn’t for you being perched up against him he would’ve already left.

All of those bad thoughts from earlier return. Is he good enough to receive those words? What if you don’t mean that? You’re only saying it because that’s what a wife does. You deserve better than what he can provide?

His downward spiral is broken up by you continuing, “You don’t have to say it back. I know it’s not easy for you. And you tell me you love me every day in your own little ways. I just wanted to make sure I told you that today.”

Your words repeat in his head like a mantra and he relaxes back against the tub with you against him.

Maybe you are right. He may not be able to tell you in words how much he loves you and how much you mean to him, but he tries to show you in everything that he does.

Slowly as the night goes on the dark cloud that has been hanging above his head starts to dissipate.

When the bath is over the two of you fill yourselves on pizza and ice cream.

You show him pictures of goats that are up for adoption. He rolls his eyes and laughs but internally he’s panicking because he can feel his resolve breaking and he doesn’t know how many more times hes going to be able to tell you no on the goat thing, especially when you’ve been learning techniques to make puppy dog eyes from Jungkook. Yoongi just knows he’ll end up being a goat dad by the end of the year.

He manages to stay awake for a whole episode and a half of the new drama proving you wrong. It was a major struggle though.

When he does wake up you’re silently asleep on his shoulder. As comfy as it is he knows that if you both sleep on the couch you’ll be sore tomorrow so he gathers you in his arms and brings you to the bed. Moments later he’s right there next to you.

You snuggle into his side like you always do.

Yoongi takes a moment to admire your sleeping form. No matter how hard he tries he can’t believe this is his reality.

He didn’t know a love like this was possible. Maybe that is why he struggles so hard to comprehend it.

And even though he knows that he isn’t perfect and he has his dark days, he knows that it’s okay to feel like that because while he might be just Yoongi…he is your Yoongi and you are his and that’s all he will ever need in this world.

[corrcdedcoffin]

Pissed - JJ Maybank

request: yes

summary: you and jj get into a drunken fight and ignore each other for days. in those few days, your friends don't hear from you and go looking for you, only to find you unconscious in the middle of nowhere.

warnings: hurt/comfort fic. drunk fights. mentions of blood and stitches. fluff. happy ending.

Pissed was an understatement. You were furious; full of blinding rage — and so was he.

It started off as a small argument when you saw some girl throwing herself at JJ. You knew he wouldn't ever entertain it, but you were drunk and got jealous (something JJ always thought was cute, except for that day). So, things got heated between you.

You couldn't help it — whoever she was, was practically drooling all over him and trying to touch him wherever she could get her grubby little hands. You saw him laugh hard at something she said, only making her lean into him even more. It drove you mad. Even more so when he didn't seem to be getting rid of her.

Why wasn't he getting rid of her?

Usually when you argue, it hardly ever turns into a full blown fight. It was one of the things the rest of the pogues were surprised by, but fond of. But this time, things were said that can't necessarily be taken back.

Clingy. Possessive. Annoying.

The way he shouted them at you was on a constant loop in your mind. The fact that he'd shouted at you in the first place was enough to have you offended.

Asshole. Fuckface.  Mentions of a break up.

Don't fucking talk to me again.

You couldn't escape it. Everyone knew that JJ was prone to outbursts, but never with you. No, he always kept his cool with you, even during fights. He always found a way to calm himself and you down, always said he didn't want you to go to bed angry because if you did, it meant he failed at making you happy. At being your person.

Now, it's been two days.

Two whole days without seeing or talking to him. Two days of bone crushing dread. 

Kiara had told you about everyone getting together at John B's, and said JJ was already there. You didn't mind keeping it civil while with friends, but you weren't gonna be the first one to break. You were standing your ground. 

When you arrived, JJ got up and left without a word. 

It was like taking a knife straight to the heart. 

You acted like it didn't bother you, but your friends knew you both better than that. Pope tried to offer some consolation and advice, you shrugged it off and said you were fine, but he'd never seen you so quiet before.

On the third day, no one had heard from you at all. John B texted you about the swell, and all he got in reply was a simple no at ten in the morning.

Sarah and Kiara texted and called you throughout the day wanting to have a girls night, go shopping, do something without the boys. They knew you were upset, and nothing could cure a hurting heart like some time with your girls. 

They didn't get a response either.  It wasn't until later that they started to really worry.

You had always been good at keeping your friends in the loop, even if you weren't up to hanging out. You'd say you wouldn't make it, but you'd see them the next day, or whenever you could. You'd still respond to random texts and sent tiktok's, at the very least giving a reaction to it.

Today was radio silence. Even JJ was starting to worry, though he tried not to show it. The girls got mad at him for that.

"You're being an idiot, JJ" Kiara told him.

"Seriously! What if something happened to her?" Sarah added.

JJ rolled his eyes, sighing. "Nothing happened, okay? She's probably just trying to get a rise outta me, and it's not gonna work, alright?"

Everyone was silent at that, because they knew you'd never take it that far.

"I'm gonna go look for her" Sarah spoke, getting up from the couch. She had an uneasy feeling she couldn't ignore. 

Kiara volunteered to go with her, and eventually everyone except JJ had got up from their seats and headed towards the twinkie.

Pope looked back at JJ and let out a deep breath, full of disappointment. "Come on, man. Even you know this is out of character for her, and if you really aren't worried like you're acting, then you're not who I thought you were."

He let the door slam after that, making JJ groan and harshly rub his face. The thought of something happening to you was eating him from the inside out. It wasn't until he heard the sputtering engine start that he got up and ran to the van, shouting for them to wait.

After deciding the first logical place to check was your house, the ride was silent. Shaking legs, fiddling fingers, insides of cheeks being chewed.

It got worse after they found out you weren't home.

They checked everywhere. The boneyard, the park, your favourite cafe, the bar, even checked if you worked that day. Nobody had heard from you.

Everyone was arguing on where to look next, having a hard time deciding since you didn't frequent very many places, and being unable to come up with anything that would make sense for you. They were silenced when JJ got behind the wheel, telling them all to get in.

There was one spot they didn't check.

The drive was a bit lengthy for the tension, the trees growing thicker didn't put anyone at ease. It was a spot you and JJ had found a few years ago while fucking around and exploring questionable terrain. You'd found a small, beaten path and begged him to see where it lead.

To both your surprise, it was a small pond with a semi stable gazebo with a hole in the roof that was big enough to stargaze through. You'd spent quite a bit of time out there together, calling it your own and claiming it as your future wedding spot.

The memories had JJ clenching his jaw.

How could he have been so stupid, so stubborn? You were the light of his life, how could he treat you like this? All you did was shower him with the love he so deeply craved. You cared about him more than anyone, and he hurt you. There were a million thoughts running through his mind. 

Were you hurt? Were you with someone else? Was this really a break up and not just a fight gone too far?

If it was a break up, JJ didn't know if he'd ever be okay again. You were his girl, forever and always. He knew he'd never be able to move on from you, and he never wanted to. 

He slowed down as they got closer, hearts and minds feeling slight relief at the sight of your car. Before he had the van in park, Sarah and Pope had hopped out and ran to your car to check for you. 

JJ was silent as he walked past and through the trees, everyone sharing looks of confusion before shrugging and following along. It was quiet. Mosquitos buzzing and crickets chirping could be heard all around. The occasional twig snapping under someones shoe. 

"Where the hell are we going?" John B broke the silence. 

The path was dark. Sarah and Pope had turned on their phones flashlight as JJ replied, "It's a spot we found a few years ago."

Just ahead they could see the clearing, and the faint outline of the gazebo. Kiara called out your name as she looked around, but got no response. As they got closer to the gazebo, JJ started to run. 

It wasn't until he kneeled down that they saw you lying there. 

"Hey, hey, wake up" he shook you gently. No response. 

"C'mon, baby" he tried again, but it wasn't until Pope shone the light on you that they noticed the blood trickling down your temple. 

"Oh god, what happened?" Kiara asked no one in particular. 

John B walked around looking at the gazebo, noticing a fallen board nearby, a tiny splotch of blood on the corner. "This happened" he held it up. 

JJ clenched his jaw, ashamed of himself for being so stubborn and letting you get hurt. He scooped you up and held you tight, "Hospital. Now."

Everyone ran back down the trail and got the van ready to go, JJ going as fast as he could without light, trying not to trip and hurt you even more. Pope helped him get you in the van, Sarah shutting the door as John B sped back to town. 

He sat on the floor with you pulled against him. Cradling your head and gently stroking your hair away from your face, pulling it out of the drying blood and exposing your wound. It didn't look life threatening, but you'd definitely need stitches. 

"Check her nose" Pope said, turning his flashlight back on. 

"For what?" John B asked. 

"If her brain is bleeding!"

"There's no blood" said Sarah. 

"It's not blood that comes out, it would be clear and watery and it's not good."

JJ looked, then wiped a finger under your nose. "She's good" was all he said. 

They went back to being silent after that, watching with sadness as JJ caressed you and kissed at your head over and over. Any other time anyone saw him tear up at something, they'd have laughed and poked fun at him for breaking his tough guy exterior. This time, they were silent. 

It was his worst nightmare come true. Fighting and not talking, on the brink of losing you not just temporarily, but forever. 

He ran into the hospital as fast as he could when they pulled up, careful not to shake your head too much. He screamed for help. He placed you on a bed. He watched as they ran away with you, checking your pulse and your breathing, and he was left there to wait. 

It felt like a lifetime sitting in that waiting room. Twiddling his thumbs, watching the news, reading shitty magazines. He tried to nap, but his brain was working overtime telling him all the things he did wrong in your relationship, specifically the last four days. 

He tried to see you. 

The doctors and nurses kept telling him no, family only. They didn't listen when he said he was your boyfriend, and they didn't care that he was the one to bring you in. Pope and John B had to hold him back and talk the staff out of kicking him out. 

He had to wait nearly six hours before he got to see you. Six dreadful hours. Your parents never showed up, so the doctor finally let him in after JJ explained that they were on another continent, and the only family that was here, was them. 

They all piled into your room, staring at you. Stitched and bandaged, monitor clipped to your finger and an IV attached to the opposite hand. 

"She's going to be fine," the doctor began. "Minor concussion at most."

"Then what's the IV for?" JJ asked. 

The doctor sighed, knowing he wasn't letting up until he got answers. "C'mon man. She's got no one else here" JJ spoke, fatigue preventing him from snapping. 

"It's antibiotics in case of any infection from the wood, just a precaution. I'll leave you to it" she nodded before leaving the room. 

Everyone stayed for a little while before leaving. John B and Sarah said they'd be back in the morning with some clothes for you both and some food. JJ sat in the stiff visitors chair, scooting close and holding your hand, resting his head on your bed and finally getting some sleep for the first time in days. 

He woke up to a soothing scratch against his scalp. He always loved when you'd play with his hair. 

His head shot up and he stared at you, wide eyed. Everything he wanted to say to you got bunched up in a ball and stuck in his throat, his eyes watering as he struggled to get any sort of word out. 

"It's okay" you whispered, and he lost it. 

"It's not okay" he shook his head, "I'm so sorry" he sobbed. He apologized over and over, a blubbering mess. You rubbed his hand, his arm and his back as he cried until he calmed down. 

"God, I'm an idiot" he sniffled, "You're the one hurt and in the hospital and you're the one comforting me" he shook his head, wiping his eyes and nose. 

"That's okay" you shrugged. 

"No, it's not!" he argued, rubbing his face in distress. "Are you okay? How's your head?" he asked, moving to sit next to you on the bed, not letting go of your hand. 

"It's fine. A little sore but.." you shrugged. 

He just stared at you. He tried to come up with anything to make the situation better, but he couldn't. 

"I'm so sorry, baby" he whispered. "For everything. The fight, the things I said, everything after. For being so fucking stubborn I- I'm so, so sorry." 

You nodded. "I'm sorry too. I--"

"No, you don't have anything to be sorry for."

"JJ stop. Just because I hit myself in the head doesn't mean I didn't also fuck up, okay? I lost my shit on you and it wasn't cool, I was just.. I don't know. Drunk and jealous, and I didn't handle it well, clearly."

"We were both idiots" he stated. "I just, I need to make sure you weren't serious when you mentioned breaking up. Or if you were." He choked out. 

Every single part of him was praying you didn't mean it. He wasn't sure what he'd do if you did. 

You shook your head, tears spilling out. "No," you sniffled. "I don't want that. Do you?"

"No, no, absolutely not. You're it for me, sweetheart."

You were released from the hospital a few hours later. John B and Sarah had brought you some clean clothes and a peanut butter sandwich with a wildberry juice box. You scarfed it down before they even started to take you home. When parking outside your apartment, they both gave you a big hug and kiss on the head before leaving. 

JJ didn't let go of you since you woke up. He always had a hand on you, or holding you, he even helped you get dressed before leaving the hospital. He doted on you all day long, making you food and snacks, bringing you water, massaging wherever he could get his hands on you. 

You'd spent the day watching movies, talking, cuddling. Making up for the days lost. 

He'd made spaghetti for dinner, then ran a bath for you, candles all around and bubbles filling the tub. He undressed you, helped you in, and then sat on the floor right next to you. 

"What're you so far away for?" you asked, and he scooched closer. You shook your head. "Get in" you said. 

You watched as he undressed and climbed in behind you. You leaned back against him and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of him rubbing your arms, shoulders, neck and chest. Relishing in the love and affection he was showering you in. 

It was quiet and relaxing, and you never wanted it to end. 

"I love you" JJ whispered, kissing your head. "So much."

"I love you, J."

[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, idiot friends to lovers, not exactly a meet cute because they already know each other but it's also not not a naughty little meet cute if you get me, face sitting, 69 just not in the way you might think(yet), lots of horny flirting, mentions of blood, minor injury and one tiny meta reference I couldn't help but slip in. WC: 2K

Say what you will about Carol Perkins but the girl's got one hell of an arm. You stare with simmering contempt in your eyes at your purse wedged between the branches of an old, towering hickory several many feet above your head.

You're not surprised by it though. You expected some kind of retaliation after your little spat when you caught her trying to shoplift lip gloss at the cosmetics counter you worked at.

Word travelled fast after that, everyone snickering about how she tried to pull a Winona. Unfortunately for you, the incident wasn't enough to make her swear off five finger discounts. Her sticky little fingers managed to get hold of your purse when you had your back turned for only a few seconds the next day, a crudely scrawled note left behind which read, Come to the woods behind the school if you want your knock off Gucci back.

So you went there anticipating some fight club type of shit to go down. You really couldn't rule that out with a person like Carol, an old school bully to many who went to Hawkins High, especially those unlucky enough to have actually felt the fiery sting of her open palm against their cheek.

Only you were kind of looking forward to this meeting. Now a graduate and a little fired up yourself, you didn't need to worry about anything like a potential expulsion if you were to strike her back, fixing the rings on your fingers so that if you needed to, you could scratch open her chin when you uppercut the bitch.

But Carol wasn't there, a little to your disappointment. Only her handiwork left behind for you to deal with.

So now here you were, a crackling carpet of brittle yellowed and browned leaves crunching under your converse as you try to figure out the best way to go about retrieving your purse, hoping she hadn't also swiped any of the money inside it.

Looking around, you can't seem to spot a stick long enough to try and dislodge it, all of them far too short and skinny like bony witch fingers. The few rocks you try to aim at the thing missed every time too, purse still firmly in place.

So, you knew what needed to be done.

It's been a while since you last scaled a tree but you haven't forgotten how, hiking the skirt of your flared midi dress higher up your thighs while you reach for the closest branch, dry bark crumbling in your palms.

You're as careful as can be, taking your time to test every branch before you bear your full weight down on it, winding your way higher and higher up the thick gray trunk as you remind yourself to not look down.

Sweat beads down your back making your dress stick to your skin and your hands began to feel raw halfway through the climb so the relief you feel when you finally reach your purse is immense. Freeing one hand to pop open the clasp, you're able to confirm that Carol had in fact pinched a 50 which you very much intend to get back with interest before you toss her purse into the middle of lovers lake.

Clamping your teeth down on your purse, you begin your descent, following the exact path you took to get up it only you make it just a few inches lower when you hear a distinct dry snap followed by the shifty sound of footsteps. Two sets of footsteps making their way through the fallen leaves in fact.

Quietly, you sit yourself down on a thick branch that looks strong enough to hold you up, your legs dangling as you try to remain hidden behind the greener leaves yet to turn a shriveled yellow and break off from its branches. The thought of being caught like this is something you're not keen on. Especially at the risk of giving whoever it is an unobstructed up skirt view of your panties.

You hold your breath until they comes into view, recognition dawning on you when you set your eyes on the familiar combo of leather and denim and a very distinct tumbleweed of wild hair.

Eddie Munson, your old classmate and some letter jacket meat slab following in tow. The two of them sit across from each other at the formerly vacant wooden table and bench below, the tinny sound of Eddie's lunchbox echoing all the way up to your ears when he sets it down between them.

You watch quietly and closely at them going back and forth when Eddie quotes his price for a considerably large portion of the devil's lettuce all wrapped up in a thin, flimsy little plastic bag, a little amused seeing him all business and no jokes or smiles. There must be a party happening tonight, you deduce, that much weed too much for just the one person, even for a guy as big and hulking as Eddie's new customer.

The meat slab is the first to leave after digging through his pockets for a few extra dollars until Eddie hands him the stuff, trudging away through the crisp layer of dried up leaves until his footsteps turn muffled and then completely silent to let you know that he's no longer in the woods.

Eddie lingers for a few moments, apparently in no kind of rush as he takes his time closing up the lunch box, pulling out a cigarette and lighter as he gets up from the bench, just about to pass by your tree when-

crack!

The branch you'd perched yourself on wasn't as strong as you thought it to be when it snaps, a choked scream stuck in your throat with your teeth still wrapped around your purse when you lose your balance, your eyes squeezing shut as you plummet.

The impact knocks the wind out of you at first. Luckily you hadn't hit any of the other branches on your way down but a pulsing dull ache weaves it's way through your muscles, your palms and knees dirty and scraped up but your face seems to have landed on something much softer.

When you try to pick yourself up, you find yourself face to face with a pair of black denim jeans, the zipper somehow upside down as your hands press down on a pair of meaty thighs while you try to steady yourself.

You rock back just a bit, still trying to figure it all out with your head all spinny when feel your clothed pussy come to rest on something hard, a puff of hot air blown right into your panties with a muffled exclamation sounding out.

The way you scramble away is almost comical, so frantic like a severed gecko's tail when you figure out that you'd fallen right on top of Eddie, your face in his crotch and his in yours.

"Oh my god oh my god, I didn't mean to- are you okay? Eddie I'm so sorry!"

He's far less jittery than you are, propping himself up on his elbows with a little groan, leaves tangled in his hair, his lunchbox knocked onto its side behind him. The fall had made him bite his cigarette in two, one end lying on the forest floor before it's joined by the other when Eddie spits it out of his mouth. You manage to find his lighter nearby, picking it up and handing it back to him.

"Still in one piece", he pats his chest and he huffs a laugh, placing the lighter back inside his jacket pocket. "Could get used to this. It's not everyday that it rains pretty women."

The flirt. Just as he'd been with you in high school though you're not sure whether to be charmed or embarrassed given the circumstances. So both emotions manage to sneak in before you can decide on which one.

"I- my purse- Carol, see she tried to shoplift, right? I caught her and so my purse-", you find it just behind you, holding it up in front of Eddie's face as you continue to explain. "She lifted it before I could notice and she tossed it all the way up there," you point up at the spot you fell down from. "I slipped. I tried to stay quiet while you were busy but the branch broke and my foot slipped and..."

And what? "I'm sorry I sat on your face, Eddie? It won't happen again?" God, you felt so stupid right now.

"Woah woah, take a breath. It's not like I'm going to press charges or anything", he assures you.

You knew he wouldn't do anything of the sort. Eddie was always nice to you. Still is it seems, even after you so rudely and abruptly body slammed into him so damn hard. Maybe your luck's starting to turn. Or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood after a big sale... Yeah, that must be it.

Feeling a little better about the whole thing, you manage to get yourself back on to your feet even if a little unsteadily, holding a hand out to Eddie so you can help him up too. He accepts it at first but when his eyes fall to your knees his hand slips free from yours.

"You're bleeding", he notices.

Looking down, you see that he's right, two open cuts on both knees. Nothing serious but the blood is yet to clot, trailing down your legs in thin red lines and staining your socks.

You don't have anything on you to help dab it with, looking around when Eddie begins to shed his denim vest.

"It's clean, promise. Took it out of the laundry this morning"

The gesture is so sweet, watching him attentively as he kneels at your feet. You attempt to help too, picking the leaves out of his hair because it's the least you could do while he carefully cleans away the dirt on your skin. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your calf to steady himself is nice too, pressing the denim against your wounds so gently that you barely hiss at the sting.

"Doesn't look too bad. That's a good thing. You always had nice legs".

Your face could not feel any hotter than it already feels right now. At this angle, he might even be able to catch another glimpse or two up your skirt again but this time you don't mind at all. He's earned it.

"Thanks", you tell him with a smile, your toes curling in your socks because there's something so nice about being taken care of after the the whole thing with Carol that it makes you want to shiver with delight.

In the past you knew not to take him too seriously just in case he was only being nice to you but at the same time, Eddie was never one to be shy or less than honest about what he thought or said. Maybe you just had trouble accepting that and in turn, accepting that you were more than deserving of that kind of attention.

"You shouldn't be walking around like this. I could give you a ride if you're cool with that", he offers when he looks back up at you, the deep brown of his eyes now a light cinnamon with the sun spilling down on his face from between the branches.

"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that", you accept eagerly.

The drive back to yours is more than pleasant, though you'd never actually lost touch it was nice for two high school friends like you to reconnect on a new level. Eddie even joins you in trashing Carol a bit too though now you feel you might actually owe that thieving venom spitting cobra of a woman a little thank you.

What were the chances of this all happening? the both of you in the same place at the same time, your branch giving way the exact moment he got closer to you? no sooner, no later. Whatever the reason might be, today feels kind of special.

"Sorry I messed up your vest", you hold up the bloody thing tentatively when he pulls up outside your house.

"You kidding? 's the best its ever looked. Pretty hardcore"

You giggle at that, part of you realizing that you don't want to leave his van, trying to stall and find a reason to stay a little longer and keep whatever this is becoming going.

Eddie looks back at you pensively as you do so.

He doesn't want you to leave either. He thinks about how absurdly fast he'd gone from securing a deal like any other day to having his nose buried in your panties out of nowhere. If he doesn't act just as fast he might never get this opportunity again.

"Y' know, I wouldn't mind seeing even more of you next time", he smiles, somehow coming on more sweetly suave than sleazy like you would find any other man who would say so.

"Eddie Munson, you hound", you play scold him back, swatting him gently on the arm. Any excuse to touch him. You can't help noticing how nice and firm it feels under that dark layer of leather.

Honestly, Eddie's a little surprised himself that his charm's actually working too but manages to keep it up.

"So, what do you say? dinner? movie?", he suggests hopefully.

"Sure. Dinner, movie and then, when you come back to mine, maybe we can pick up where we left off from when I was on top of you", you wink back.

[lettiegrief]

The XianLe civil war was not a revolution, it was the revenge of two people + the negligence of an incompetent guoshi.

Jun Wu used XianLe's superstitions to orchestrate his revenge. Did the ceremonial procession only go around three times? So the kingdom will fall in three years. Would Hong-er falling and Xie Lian's face being revealed while saving him bring bad luck? Because he had indeed brought it about, saving the child was the beginning of all misfortune. Jun Wu wanted to prove that a person like Xie Lian, who had a life like he once had, could have the same attitudes he had when his kingdom fell. He wanted revenge.

Then came Lang Ying, whose family had already died due to the drought. Xie Lian tried to help him by giving him a pearl, but Lang Ying never used the pearl for anything because he didn't want help, he wanted revenge. So much so that when Xie Lian was going back and forth trying to stop the war and bring rain to YongAn, after Lang Ying unleashed the human face plague on the capital of XianLe he asked Xie Lian “why did it stop raining in YongAn?” Lang Ying knew very well why, he knew very well the cause, and he even asked why because he wanted to destabilize Xie Lian, he wanted to see him be defeated along with the capital (which, for the people of YongAn, rightly, was the side that Xie Lian chose to fight in the war). I know that Xie Lian didn't actually take sides, but that was the impression he gave, so much so that the people of the capital celebrated, thinking that they were the people chosen by god.

Let’s go back years ago and talk about Xie Lian choosing to get a second glass of water. Two men were dying of thirst and Xie Lian was the only one who had only one glass of water, where would he get the second glass from? This was what made Mei Nianqing so distressed. For Xie Lian to find this third way, he would have to sacrifice himself, he would have to get water from somewhere even if he wasn't the god of water or rain. And wasn't that what happened in the most literal way possible? And later, wasn’t Xie Lian used by the people of XianLe to cure them of the human face disease? Time and time again, Xie Lian was the third way himself. For Hua Cheng, Xie Lian was his third path as well. Either Hua Cheng would live as a cursed being, or he would die in the war, but because he fell in love with and faithfully followed Xie Lian, he lived for Xie Lian upon hearing the third path he could have if he were his devotee.

And as for the drought in YongAn, it wasn’t just there, it was in the entire XianLe. When Xie Lian saw the XianLe water reservoir, where it still rained from time to time, he realized that the water had decreased considerably. But the people of the capital were so focused on expelling the people of YongAn as if these were criminals instead of a people who had always been a part of XianLe that they failed to realize that they were also victims of the same evil that had brought YongAn into being.

As for Xie Lian, he really shouldn't have revealed himself in this conflict, but being someone ignorant who wasn't taught the way he should have been, he believed it to be a simple conflict that a god like him could easily resolve. Meanwhile, Mei Nianqing only accused Xie Lian over and over again for his actions, blaming him for the bad luck that struck XianLe out of pure superstition without being able to connect the pieces, even holding him responsible for creating the calamity that happened. If Xie Lian hadn't done anything, everything would still have happened, but Jun Wu knew him well enough to know how to use his weaknesses and beliefs against him. Mei Nianqing didn't, he just tried to mold Xie Lian into what he wasn't, just like Jun Wu also tried to do, instead of working together with him and teaching him from the beginning other ways to avoid this whole disaster because it was easier, it was easier to believe in superstitions and "it's what fate has in store" instead of trying to do something useful knowing that Xie Lian wouldn't accept it.

Xie Lian had his life manipulated by the actions of people who only wanted revenge and the people of XianLe, both the capital and YongAn, were pawns in this dirty game of a celestial emperor who even used someone's mourning to intensify his desires for revenge, because Jun Wu had nothing else to do with his life other than bother with a teenager who was too good vibes for his taste.

Lang Ying didn't want to make a revolution, he wasn't after justice, he wasn't fighting for the rights of YongAn, he rejected and despised all the help Xie Lian gave and offered to reverse the drought, he only wanted revenge for his family who died. That was why he launched the plague, because his priority was to destroy XianLe and kill the people of the capital that he hated. So much so that after the war was won by YongAn, Lang Ying died, because his goal had already been accomplished.

Jun Wu might not have been able to get Xie Lian to be his replacement, but Lang Ying had done everything he wanted Xie Lian to do.

And since Mei Nianqing was so fond of talking about bad luck, it was a good thing Mu Qing didn't need him to ascend. By the time Mu Qing ascended, Mei Nianqing had already disappeared. This guoshi had two students who ascended, both princes, and he managed to be incompetent with both of them. I think the real unlucky one in TGCF is Mei Nianqing.

By the end of this story, everyone was used for Jun Wu's plans. The capital's prejudice, the YongAn revolt, and the grief of someone who lost his family to a drought that he intensified, in addition to the fuse of the war being created by him.

[writingoddess1125]

Honeymoon Phase (Bonus)

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Little Bonus off of the Honeymoon Demon series

Will not be doing another of this series- I am out of ideas ;-;

Kurt Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: SMUT and also Jealous sex so- Strap In darlings

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<< Honeymoon Demon Series

For the last two months life could only be described as magical.

You and Kurt having been only surrounded by the soft damn near candy sweet affection of each others.

Even in the school the two of you would always be near by. Soft kisses exchanged, a gentle hug or even just locking eyes for brief moments.

Either way- It was just a reflection of your love for your husband and his love for you.

But it seems being so openly affectionate would of course cause others to notice..

"Dude every time I see them I swear they are always all over each other" Bobby snorted a laugh as he took a sip of his soda.

The small group was all seated in the staff lounge watching you and Kurt down the hall leaning against each other while talking about whatever. Rouge giving Bobby a annoyed look as Remy who only snorted a laugh.

"Leav' em alone. They are just happy"

"The honeymoon phase is just strong- Don't be jealous" Kitty chimed, However inside also was a bit sick of the constant lovey dovey stuff.

"No not jealous, Just a mixture of mildly nauseating and in awe at how they can be joined at the hip. Besides this just means they will be easier to mess with-" Morph mumbled, making Bobby glance to him.

"You think so?"

"Wanna bet?" Morph chimed back just as quick, Making Bobby smirk and sit up a bit more. Remy now sitting up as well with a grin.

"How much we talking?-"

"Mmm Why dont we do a pool? Ill start with a 20" Bobby said quickly going for his wallet.

"I don't know guys- they are just happy no harm in it" Kitty whined with a sigh, however glanced at you and Kurt again seeing the soft kiss the two of you exchanged and grimacing slightly.

"Come on it'll be fun"

"I'm not getting involved in yalls shit-" Rouge said quickly, Standing up from the table to not put herself in a guilty by association situation.

The rest of them however looked to each other- like a silent contract was being written.. Each taking out what cash they had on them like some sort of poker table.. before Kitty nodded and added a few bills in herself.

"First one to break him wins the pot"

"Deal"

It only really took till Noon for Kurt to start to break.

Kurt's tail swishing behind himself annoyed, a tick that his fell deeper then he expected as he watched Morph get close.. and Even Kitty giggling at every word you said..

He of course wouldn't say it out loud-

But it was really starting to piss him off...

He could tell you were confused by it all also, Brushing off the weird flirting by your friends-

The way you raised your eyebrow and dismissed them playfully, Even blatantly asking about what weird prank was it this time.

It wasn't your fault- He knew that, Nor did he blame you. However it did scratch this odd part of his brain in a very uncomfortable way at seeing you in this situation-

By the end of the day however, It seemed that more people were starting to join in. Ororo pitching on a 50$ when she hugged you happily in a flirty way, Remy throwing in an additional 80$ wrapping an arm around you which earned him a swift hit from Rouge...

But it seemed to be the final person who put in a 20$ bill that tipped the scale.

You shuffled through some of the papers that McCoy had given you, Humming to yourself a bit- Happy that the day was almost over and you could go home to your lovely husband.

"Oi- (Y/N)"

Logan had his arms crossed as he stared at you.

"Hey Logan? Uh what's up?"

"I got a question"

He rolled up from the wall and walked towards you. Red flags now shooting up as you got the very same feeling from earlier in the day from the others-

"Kurt- He's been treating you good right?"

"Of course I mean it's Kurt-"

"Well just tell me what he's lacking in bed and I'll show him how to improve. I also do offer lessons to you as well"

...

Your jaw absolutely dropped- a mix of confusion, being very weirded out and honestly not knowing where to even go from that!?

"W-What?-"

Annnnddd that's all it took for Logan to quite literally feel it-

It was like a rubber band snapping on his skin of Kurt's resolve breaking.

"Quite a few things in there that was incredibly wrong- However think I'll sum it No Thanks, I'm good"

You say quickly, already having a feeling there was a very targeted reason for this stunt. Which confirmed itself when you felt the familiar heavy hand land on your hip and a tail tighten around your middle like a tight belt.

"There you are Liebling. Ready to return home?"

Kurt says with a almost painfully wide smile that made your skin crawl slightly. Sort of reminding you of someone working in customer service..

"Oh, Hey baby.? Yeah has just getting ready to head out.. Logan just-"

"-Was Leaving"

Kurt filled in fast and sharp.

Which clearly surprised both Logan and yourself. The ladder of which smirking as he turned on his heel saying nothing else as he marched off. You however fixed on watching as Kurt's eyes followed Logan, similar to a cat watching another to make sure they didnt try anything.

Kurt glanced down at you calmly his lips pressed tightly together still before he turned it to you with a slightly forced smile.

It was uncomfortable in a odd way, since you knew that Kurt was clearly upset however wanted to avoid showing it to you- It was silent after that, Kurt taking the two of you home fast without a uttered word.

While uncomfortable at this point you where just happy to be home-

You toss down your bag on the couch, Still a bit confused by the chaos of the day- Already thinking of ways to mess with your friends back for this all, This had been annoying and honestly insulting. Rubbing your face in frustration.

"Hm.. Hey do you wanna cook tonight or pick something up? I don't think we pulled anything out the freezer"

You finally say with a heavy sigh. Turning to see Kurt is just standing here?

One hand pressed to the door as his tail was tapping the ground, Reminding you of someone tapping their nails on a surface annoyed.

Kurt hand slides to the lock of the door as he quickly locked the door which echoed through your home and made you jump slightly.

"Kurt?.."

He looked up to you as that same imp like smile you saw the first night of your honeymoon which made your face flush and body warm up instantly like he had already prepped you.

Or that you'd been trained..

He moved in close, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist as he pulled you close your back pressed against his chest as he began to pepper in kisses around your neck.

Soft whimpers leaving you as you felt this, He was almost surgical when he did this. Knowing how to hold you close, making sure you could feel his erection pressed against your ass.

You jump as you feel his tail dip past the hem of your clothes as you blush deeply.

"K-Kurt we are in the Livingroom an-"

Flushed at the realization of what was happening- The curtains half open and you needing to shower after such a long day. Thoughts going a mile a minute however it was swiftly cut off when he growled against your neck.

"It doesn't matter Schatz-"

He grumbled against your skin, Making your heart leap in surprise at the tone he used- It was new? Far darker and almost irritated? His lips still working over the sweet spots over your neck, going as far as to run his teeth over your pulse and even nipping at it.

Kurt begins to pull the both of you down, making you stumble as you landed on your hands and knees on the carpeted floor. Giving Kurt the perfect angle to pull your pants down to your knees with your underwear with them with his chest still flushed against your back to keep you trapped.

"All day.. They were on you-"

His tone clipped as you felt one hand wrap under your body, Ripping the front of your nice shirt open with ease and grasp at your breast- squeezing the soft flesh making you mewl pathetically.

"Touching..Hugging and saying dirty things to mein pretty wife"

His tail wrapped tightly around your waist as if to anchor you. His now remaining free hand dipping down between your legs circles over your clit. Soft moans breaking through you as you couldn't help to fall under his whim- Caged again him and floor.

"All to make me jealous~"

He hissed against your ear, Drawing his fingers away from between your legs- The sharp sound of his zipper seemed to be the soft warning before you felt him slowly push into you.

The stretch of him making your eyes roll and a airy moan leave you undone and pliable under his will, each inch that slowly moved within you breaking any form of sense from your head.

"And Gott did they-"

He snaps into you then, driving those last few inches into you as you gave a sharp moan in surprised pleasure.

"Scheiße"

He hissed as he rolled his hips back slowly like the tides drifting far back before a tsunami. The pull of his cock making you whine your fingers digging into the carpet below you as if it would ground you. Before feeling him so swiftly thrust into you making your head spin and jaw slack against the ground.

The carpeted floor rubbed against your knees and forearms with each thrust, the soft sting in a odd way driving you further into the abyss he was tossing you into-

Sur it hurt but.. you liked it?

Oh?

Ohh...

Surprising yourself at the new discovery as your husband was quick to snap his hips against yours making you moan loudly and have those thoughts tucked away to be delt with at a different time.

A silent scream seems to rip through you at the breaking feeling of both pleasure and pain- The burn of his fangs against the meat of your shoulder and the ungodly deep thrust into you.

"K-Kurt!~"

His thrusts were brutal, making is that you barely had time to understand everything that was happening. Just barely able to comprehend Kurt growling against your skin as his hips slammed into you harder, no doubt bruising the skin on the back of your thighs.

The way he could so effortlessly render you useless, how full he made you feel each time he thrusted into you. How your toes curled and fire shot through your system, Utterly broken by him as he hit that sweet spot inside of you each and every time-

A reminder that only HE could do this to you.

And you believed him too

Not a thought of shame on your face as you drooled against the carpet, A hiccupped moan break from you- eyes rolled as you felt that all too familiar crash of pleasure as you cum around his cock with a loud moan.

Now left gasping for air as Kurt did not let up, fucking you through your orgasm as his grip on you tightened- Savoring the sound that left you every time he thrusted into you.

It was only when you started feeling his hips start to falter against your own as you came out of your too blissed out state- a surprised squeak left you as he pulled back suddenly seemingly stopping himself from cumming inside of you completely?

But you barely had time to even register what he had just done before you where flipped on your back with a huff when you landed on your back a bit uncomfortably.

Dizzy from the speed of it all you only caught a flash of yellow eyes as they dipped between your legs in record time. Your back arching painfully at the sensation of him devouring you.

All you can really do is sob at this point, fingers gripping his hair desperately to pull him away from your over sensitive clit- Having barely a minute to settle from him pounding into you.

No moment to rest it seemed-

"K-Kurt Please!~"

You tried to scream but it was desperate and watery at best as several whimpering please fumbled from your lips- tears welling in your eyes as you tried to squirm your hips away by pure instinct from the painful pleasure, but his strong hands kept you in place.

"Too Much Too Much!!~"

Kurt only hummed as he fucked his tongue deeper into you, Driving for your cries even more as it took only for his lips to suck against your clit to make you cum once more a broken sob breaking through you.

It felt like you couldn't breath- Spots filling your vision as he sat up from between your legs. His hands still planted firmly on your hips as he stared you down.

Your mind fuzzy as you watch him lick a mixture of your cum and tinge of blood from the bite that still throbbed on your shoulder from his lips. It was involuntary but your whole body trembling at the sight alone.

Kurt clearly having caught this as in a moment the smell of sulfur hit your senses and you felt the plush bounce of the bed under you. Looking around quickly before landing back on your husband.

Meeting the gaze of Kurt as he stared down at you with a almost angry hunger towards you- one that was no doubt fueled by pure burning jealousy.

Before and all the times you'd felt his desire for you as nothing more then praise, A man in love with every part of you and wanted to experience you to the upmost degree to bring the both of you to bliss under loving hands.

This was different-

You felt more like prey about to be eaten alive...

No playing between his palms or grace to slowly tip you over the edge with love and praise.

This was to eat you alive and make sure there were no scraps to be left for anyone to dare even snip at. Nothing more then bleached bones left before him that he would also hoard-

Kurt is quick to grab your ankle and yank you towards him breaking a surprised noise from you- He was quick however to lean down, Capturing your lips against his own. Soft moans leaving you which he greedily swallowed.

You still too sensitive- already so close to your breaking point but knew this was just the start by the why he was pressed the tip of his cock in and out of you slowly before pressing painfully against your clit and repeating the process.

It was maddening

Pulling back softly with a broken moan as you squirmed from under him- On the edge of breaking and yet still wanting more.

"You know the rules.."

Kurt mumbled against your mouth, His eyes locking with your own tear filled ones. Truthfully you'd almost forgotten- you also suspected he had too till now.. The pencil thin chain that still anchored him in moments like this.

"P-Please more Kurt.. Please~"

You whimper, Unsure why you'd even said it with how much your cunt ached- But you knew you where just to greedy..

Always wanted everything he had to offer and give you.

His hands sliding down your body and landing on the back of your thighs, as he began to push them up closer to your chest.

"I-Im not as flexible Ku-"

He moved faster then your lips as he thrusted deeply into you, your legs being folded up as far as they could which made your legs burn- holding your imprisoned by his body in a mating press.

Sobs of bliss ripping through you as you grasp onto his shoulders desperately for some form of grounding as you could only feel the waves of pleasure being forced from you.

Kurt face twisted up in pure emotion- his eyes almost seemed to be glowing in the incredibly dark room. Rendering him all you could feel, smell and truthfully barely see.

You almost sound helpless from under him, a series of broken whines and moans that belonged more in a porn then your marital bed.

The sounds alone would have made you a blushing mess if you weren't distracted by the way his cock bullied its way into you which made you see stars-

It felt like a snap inside of you as you feel yourself cum as violently as he had fucked you. A scream breaking through you as you felt yourself shake from around his hold. Feeling him still thrusting into you as he neared his own high, a shuddered groan ripping through him as he pressed himself into the deepest part of you and came.

Kurt movements come to a standstill as he panted against your neck. Seemingly just reveling in the feeling of you wrapped around him and shaking from trying to come down of the high of your orgasm.

He peppered a few kisses on your cheeks and lips before slowly pulling out of you. A whimper leaving you as you felt your legs slide down his hips, The gentle tap of his tail sliding across your leg and calf as if to comfort you.

"Mein Liebling, you okay?"

His voice was soft, a bit breathy clearly having come back to whatever dimension he got thrown into you. But you managed a soft nod in acknowledgment, as he slid off the he'd leaving you there.

Laying there you felt like your limbs were nothing more then jelly, Not even strong enough to support yourself as you laid on your back, a small shiver leaving you as the cold air in the room seemed to finally settle on you.

Hearing shuffling around for a moment you feel a warm rag touch your skin as you feel the more familiar hands of your husband carefully start to clean you up. Soft mumbles of apologies coming from him as you felt the rag clean up what no doubt will be a sticky mess down the line.

You could only hum at the nice feeling, taking a few moments to even figure out the English language.

"Jealous much?"

Looking down to see Kurt face turn a bright purple as he continued his task. A airy chuckle leaving you at the sight.

"Ein wenig-" (A little)

--

Everyone was shocked to see Kurt walking in by himself the next morning. A cheerful smile on his lips as he whistled and sorted through the papers for his class as if everything was as right as rain-

A silent question going over the friend group as they all tried to gauge why you weren't there- However that seemed to be a mistake as the resident teleporter glanced at the..

"Aw hell-" Rouge mumbled as she shook her head. Seeing Kurt look right at them all and walk over with a almost pep in his step.

"Shit shit shit..." Bobby mumbles as Kurt stood right in front of them all, Ororo glancing away trying not to laugh into her juice as they all felt the stare down from their blue friend.

Kitty coughed a bit as she looked up at Kurt with a clear 'I'm trying not to laugh bit also mildly worried' smile.

"Morning Kurt. How are you this morning?"

"Sehr gut- And I imagine all of you are good after being so funny yesterday?"

He said a bit curly despite the smile on his lips. But a simmer of irritation still in them, especially when looking at each person individually.

"Um where is (Y/N)?" Bobby finally coughed out, Still trying to look everywhere but his friends eye.

"Resting, Wanting the day to relax-"

He said all to cheerfully, however his eyes looked over everyone with a fanged grin and a gleam in his eye. Even of there seemed to be a slight twitch when Logan walked around the corner with a smirk on his lips as he walked through the group.

"No more pranks- (Y/N) can't afford to miss any more day for being sore-"

...

Kitty face blushed red and Morph looked down quick even Bobby jaw dropping in shock, as the whole group in shell shock by their usually innocent friend blunt remark-

"We all agree, Ja?"

Everyone now red faced and couldn't look Kurt in the eyes.

However Kurt's gaze lingered on Logan for a good second, Despite his grin for the older man he could read it very well in Kurt's eyes and body language 'Do that shit again and we will fight-'

Logan nodded his head with a low chuckle and gave a slow clap-

"Got some balls Elf- Well done.."

Kurt huffed a bit through a gritted smile and turned away quick to head to his classroom. Bobby slowly holding up the wad of cash to Logan who took it silently.

[the-ace-with-spades]

Not usually a fan of Jake having a truly awful family BUT

Jake had very few normal childhood experiences. He spent most of his younger years working on the farm with his mom while his dad did a 'more important' job outside in the city (military, government, politician, etc.) and only would be present for dinner and weekends.

However, when he was present, he didn't really allow Jake to experience being a child - no preschool, no school trips or sleepovers, no room decorations, no CDs or cassettes, no bike riding outside of the commute, no cinema, TV only watched with adults, no games of any kind, no tooth fairy, no fiction books that weren't 'classics', no fun toys (only educational things). Jake's parents had money, but they spent it on extracurricular activities (never anything he liked, mostly piano that could impress visitors and help the church) or smart (church-appropriate) clothing and safety equipment in Jake's size (to work the more dangerous jobs as soon as he was 13, hit a growth spurt and was able to fit adult safety boots) or on local church.

Jake had to develop a whole personality when he left home and joined the Navy (which wasn't exactly easy in the military either) and quickly grasp what experiences an average 18-year-old boy would have and fake having those experiences.

Bradley had known Jake a bit of a messed up childhood from earlier on but they never got that deep into it the first time - Jake has gone no contact with his family when he left home and they both preferred to not talk about their families for different reasons. Jake had only started talking about his childhood and family life when he started reconciling with his newly divorced mom, and by that point, they were heading toward the end of the 'relationship', mostly due to Bradley's inability to be open.

Jake had never had a soft toy. He had a stuffed bear up until he was one but he doesn't remember it - it was taken away because his father thought he was too big for stuffed animals.

Bradley finds this by accident. He and Jake go to Mav for dinner together and Mav lets Bradley have a look through all the things he left behind when he stormed out after the whole pulled papers fiasco when he was a teenager - one of these things is Ducky, the stuffed and graying goose Bradley has had since he was born.

Bradley gets a little teary-eyed when he finds out Mav kept it for him, Jake teases him about it and Bradley tells him he's going to have payback when they visit Jake's mom for Thanksgiving.

And Jake admits that, well, he never had a stuffed animal or any other soft toy.

So next time they go out on a date, Bradley takes him to Build-A-Bear. They build a bear - well, mostly Jake, Bradley is just there to give questionable advice and pull the attention away from that Jake is a man in his 30s using a Build-A-Bear Workshop from staff and customers with pure humor and charisma only - and when Jake is finished, they buy two matching stuffed toys of Jake's design

[crying-ang3l]

× Princess Treatment ×

A/n: Heelloouu!! Here's a cute fic, enjoy! × no chocolate mentioned, it's clickbait. ×

×××××××× Genre: Fluff Warnings: suggestive scene Tags: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader (2nd person, no y/n) × established relationship × age gap × a whole bunch of playfulness × fyi: paso doble, rhumba and jive are dance styles × He calls you: honey, baby. You call him a princess. And you both call each other perverts × Summary: Aaron agreed to undergo your skincare treatment and ends up being called—a pretty princess? W/c: 1.6k ××××××××

×Masterlist×

It was one of those days when you wanted to spoil him a little. Ease any worries out of his overworked mind, and preferably shut it down for an hour or two. Give him a nice rest while he’s still home.

So…

What should you and Mr. Frown Face do?

Let’s start with the where!

Spin the wheel! Win a prize!

×

×

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It's a date at home!

Cozy!

What about the main attraction?

Give it another go!

×

×

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Skincare!

Sweet!

Aaron’s skincare didn't expand beyond washing his face with a grey, unscented bar of soap and applying sunscreen, which wasn’t much, but it was a great start.

He would never follow a 10-step skincare routine anyway. That would immediately get flagged by his brain as an unproductive use of time—a scandalous activity in his lexicon. But with you caressing his skin (with multiple layers of liquids and creams)? There was no way he could reject such an offer.

Now to sum up, we have romantic quality time with a glass or two of wine, vintage—not to say old—music ('respect the elders' they say), tender touches without taking your, or his, or the both of your clothes off—

“Let's see how long that'll last,” he chuckled and took a sip of coffee, leaning against the kitchen counter.

Rude?!

“You can deny it, but we both know how it usually ends.”

Excuse him? Maybe he wasn't wrong, maybe it was how some of the nights ended… or began—especially after, god forbid, a two-week-long–case—but that wasn't the point.

You tried to convince him of the innocence of your plan, but when you blurted out from pure excitement that you bought lotion that smells like cocoa, it only became an opposing argument.

“Evidence is speaking for itself,” he replied devoid of any surprise, placing the cup aside with a quiet thud and closing the distance between you.

You caught a glimpse of mischief dancing like a paso doble on his face before he turned you around, pressing his chest to your back.

“You're going to entice me with your delicious smell and blame it on me.” His whispered words caught you off guard, clouding your mind in a second. 

He didn’t know yet. 

That lotion was actually a moisturizer.

Nothing enticing here.

“That's not—you're a pervert. We're just going to… relax and enjoy each other's company.” Great choice of words, very convincing.

“Mhm, there it is,” he laughed, “See? You're already doing it.” He pressed his lips to your ear. “Blaming me like you're not a pervert yourself. Should I remind you how you asked me to—”

Wow!!! 

TMI!

Let’s just uh… get started with the night.

A very well behaved night—just like you promised!

×××

Surrounded by the low hum of music and the softest crackling of candles, he was sitting politely on the couch, leaned back, loosely holding you by your hips. You—straddled on his lap, dipped your fingers into a translucent container.

“I'm gonna put it on now,” you warned and smeared a grainy substance all over his face.

“Ah! It's cold!” He winced, tightening his grip.

“Shh, don't move. It's gonna get better in a moment,” you reassured him under your breath.

With precise movements, your fingertips massaged the soft tissue, circling his cheeks, tracing along the bridge of his nose up to the forehead, sliding through the wrinkles down to the temples and gliding further across his jaw and chin—closing the cycle and repeating it again.

“How is it now?” Your lips curled up, noticing his muscles relax.

“Coarse,” he stated blankly, but the smug glimmer of his gaze sold out his dry humor. Ha. Ha. You rolled your eyes.

“It's a face scrub. It's supposed to be a little rough,” you snorted with amusement and lightly shook your head.

“Is it supposed to scrub my face off?” This guy…

“Something like that,” you chuckled, “It's helping remove dead skin cells, but don’t worry about it, just relax. You can close your eyes, you know?”

“I prefer watching you work.” His arms flexed, pulling you closer so gingerly you didn't even realize it, too preoccupied with smoothing out his skin.

“You look so pretty, sweetheart.” His warm tone kissed your ears, spreading warmth through your chest. That's when you decided to look into his eyes— 

Two dilated black holes, enveloped with intertwined shades of brown and green—islands—washed by milky sea with red contorted seaweeds climbing out of its depth, were already staring into your soul.

You could tell all of his attention was on you, but you didn't know how truly gone he was.

How his temporary tunnel vision blurred everything exceeding the outline of your figure and deafened the surrounding world.

Mere five minutes was enough time to deconstruct him with nothing but your fingertips.

“Don't stop. It's actually very pleasant,” he murmured so softly it was almost a whisper, and when you didn't answer or move, his lips grew into an affectionate smile.

He knew he infected you.

Captured you in a singular frame of liquid time, stretching it through each beat of your heart, which subconsciously danced in the rhythm of jive with his own.

Now your own eyes reflected how equally intoxicated with adoration you were.

“Right….” Your mouth barely moved, chasing the shadow of the sound. Stilled hands slowly resumed its movement, lazily dragging across the tissue and awakening you from the hypnotized state.

“You're pretty too, Aaron.” The sweetness of your words dripped straight onto his face.

“Huh—?” He grinned, taken by surprise, momentarily straying his gaze, and shyly returning it back to you.

If it weren't for the exfoliant hiding his skin tone and reddening it in the process, you'd be able to spot a natural blush replying to your compliment. Instead, it was the ears that gave him away.

“I thought you were the pretty one in our relationship.” He accentuated his words with a squeeze of your hips.

“Well….” Your hands left his face, dropping to your thighs wrists up, not to stain your clothes. “Can't we both be pretty?” You smirked and added teasingly,

“My pretty princess?”

“What—did you just—?!” His laughter built up so quickly it cut him off with a loud cackle erupting from his diaphragm. 

His whole body started shaking, almost making you headbutt him in the process. Quickly, you grabbed his shoulders, holding on tightly while his eyes started to tear up from the sudden, intense abs workout.

Laughing along with him, you tried to take this opportunity to get up and grab a towel, when his hands swiftly outran you, clenching around your body and caging you under his grip.

“Oh, you're not going anywhere, honey. Not after calling me a princess! What was that? Are you feeling alright?” He pressed his palm to your forehead.

“Too much wine? I think you've had enough for the night.” 

“I'm not drunk. I'm spoiling you tonight, so you are my princess now.” A smug expression decorated your face only to be ruined by his next question.

“Is that right? In that case, you're going to fulfill my every whim just like I do for you, baby?” He raised an eyebrow

“Hm… uh… the options are… limited at this hour. I can offer you some moisturizer after we get this off your face.”

“Alright, moisturizer it is. Come here.” He grabbed your chin, pulling you to his lips like he wasn't coated in a mixture of chemicals with unreadable names.

“Wait! You can't kiss me now!”

He stopped, puzzled.

“Why not?”

“Because I'm not going to be spitting out the funny taste of whatever's inside this scrub. I'm not even sure if your t-shirt will survive it, so I'm not going to try.” You lifted your hands, revealing dark shapes of your fingers imprinted on the fabric.

“Don't worry about it. What happened to spoiling me tonight? Didn't you want me to be your princess?” His lips twisted through the last word.

“Oh…! I see what you're doing! You're not going to fool me, you cunning old man. Wash this off, and I will give you that kiss.”

He squeezed your hips again, distracting you from the way his mouth hung open for a split second, making sure not to spill out more than he intended.

“Kiss me now and… I might agree to another session of this.”

Your eyes lit up, muscles evacuated humor.

Was Aaron, the man who 'can deal with everything by himself and never needs anything from anyone,' the man you called your lover, asking you for more in his own struggling-to-admit-it–way?

It didn't matter if this was the wine speaking or if you were going to have to rinse your throat out for the next ten minutes. You were going to do it. You were going to give him what he wanted if only to reward him for taking one of his first any-kind-of-display-of-emotional-vulnerability–steps.

He deserved love and care, and you needed to let him know that.

Your lips, without any hesitation, met his, softly welcoming their familiar texture and tangling them with yours in the intimate rhumba. One of his hands traveled to the back of your head, playing with your hair and eliciting a sweet low hum from your mouth. A pleasant, grounding warmth filled your body, lingering even after you pulled away.

“I believe this counts as an attempted murder.” You wiped off tiny grains transferred from his skin.

“Honey, that would be suicide.” Deadpan as ever.

“Thanks, princess.”

“Don't overdo it.” He rolled his eyes like the corners of his lips didn't twitch upwards.

“Whatever you say… your highness.”

('respect the elders' they say... or don't)

𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭! 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤! ♡♡ ×𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭× ♡♡

[echodr3ad]

Need some more Noob x Reader for Forsaken, I love this shy non-binary baddie. (You will see me more)

-Milkdunked Anon

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ Noob General Dating Hcs

Pairings: Noob x GN Reader

Warnings: None

Authors Note: Man I love Noob SO much aswell, specially their party skin they look SOO CUTEEE!! Sorry for taking a bit Milkdunked Anon, I had exams... Scary, but i'm officially on vacations now! So I can now work on requests! (Yipee!!) Since you didn't specify anything, i'll just be doing general hcs, I hope that's okay with you.

✮ Noob is quite an affectionate partner, they love to cuddle you, hold your hand, kiss your cheek and the like.

✮ What they specially like to do is linking their arms with yours. To them, it feels more intimate and special.

✮ They are a bit shy though, so it may take them a little while before they start becoming affectionate.

✮ You two are the power couple, it's a rarity to see one of you without the other.

✮ If that's the case, it's either because one of you went down or wasn't sent to participate in the round.

✮ The other survivors always ask Noob about you when they don't seem you with them, it's the first thing they ask, like "Hey Noob, where's [Name]?"

✮ They also ask you about Noob if you're the one that's left alone.

✮ Noob will clumsily throw themselves into danger to protect you. Either trying to distract the killer or taking hits for you.

✮ They always blame themselves when you go down, even when it wasn't their fault at all (please comfort them, they need it).

✮ Whenever they find an item, such as another Bloxy Cola or a medkit, you're the first person to receive it, no matter what, even if they might need it more than you do.

✮ But they refuse to take them for themselves. The only way you can force them to take a medkit for themselves is if they're on low HP and Elliot has gone down already.

✮ Speaking of Bloxy Cola, they love sharing theirs with you. It brings them so much joy being able to share something they like so much with you.

✮ They will probably ramble to you about how much more bland it tastes here than in normal Robloxia.

✮ Noob also likes to share all of their snacks with you, usually they wouldn't really like sharing, but since it's you they don't mind. They always ask if you want something.

✮ Whenever you two have the time, they like to take you stargazing since it's always nighttime.

✮ They definitly don't know the names of any constelations, but they make new ones up.

✮ They named one after you, and one after them! They always try to look for those two stars every time they stargaze with you.

✮ Believe it or not, Noob is actually quite the chatterbox. They always have a conversation topic.

✮ Your conversation could start off talking about what happened last round and end up being about something entirely different.

✮ They like to make you matching bracelets for the both of you to wear. The goofy smile they have whenever they see you wearing it is quite adorable.

✮ They don't get really mad or if they see you broke it, specially if they see that you're upset over breaking it. They know it probably wasn't your fault.

✮ They'll gladly make you another bracelet that's even better than the other one!

✮ Noob likes to try and slow dance with you, they aren't exactly good at it, but they like doing so anyway because they think it's really romantic.

✮ They also like cooking with you! They think it's super fun, specially if you're baking together.

✮ They also aren't very good with cooking, but if you are, they'll gladly pass you the ingredients you need and give you moral support with their presence.

✮ If you aren't, the both of you do your best not to screw up, even if it usually happens anyway.

✮ You end up needing to call Elliot for help, and he flawlessly fixes the issue in under a second. He truly is in a different league.

✮ Noob is definitly the type to eat the batter when you're baking, so watch over them.