#basically trying to show him that it's okay to grieve and to KEEP grieving. that just bc you've been understood‚ that love goes away.

[miniagula]

movie sonadow would be so l umity-coded…and i say this bc their dynamic is similar to the games but with a different and tender perspective: they both empathize deeply with each other now, and this shadow is not as reticent or closed off bc of that. that being said: movie!sonic would ABSOLUTELY 'YOU'RE the sweet potato!' the hell out of shadow

[johanna-swann]

The thing is that the reasoning behind Eddie picking this fight doesn't even make sense at all.

First of all Eddie and Hen talk about Buck and how he almost obsessively worries about his friends which makes Eddie worry about Buck. So originally Eddie is concerned for his best friend because Buck is paying so much attention to other people.

In that same convo they also mention that Buck was trying to figure out how Eddie is handling his grief, so they have talked about Eddie's grief. Maybe Buck didn't go about it in the most sensitive way, but he genuinely wanted to know how Eddie is doing and asked a ton of questions.

But apparently Buck is still selfish because he didn't specifically ask: "Hey, what was it like for you getting that phone call?" As if that's a normal question to ask. As if you can just casually pepper that into a conversation. You can ask: "How are you holding up?" or "Are you okay?" and then you let the other person talk about whatever detail bugs them most. Which Buck did! They did have conversations about Eddie's grief.

And Eddie has been talking to everyone who will listen how he's "sorry I wasn't there" and "I feel guilty I wasn't there" and "maybe I could've done something". It's not like Eddie has been bottling these things up, he already expressed that feeling to Ravi and talked about it more with Hen and Karen.

Then they have a conversation where Buck reveals he knows about the job offer and is slightly miffed he didn't hear about it from Eddie himself, but still congratulates him and this just sets Eddie off in such a way he does a complete 180? Suddenly Buck is making everything about himself again and being selfish and doesn't care that Eddie is grieving too? If Eddie had got annoyed that Buck is still somewhat passive aggressive about the moving to El Paso thing - okay, kinda makes sense at least. But Eddie is the one who suddenly makes this about Bobby and his grief while completely ignoring that Buck basically just lost his surrogate dad. Eddie and Bobby were friends, good friends, but he was not Eddie's father figure. And he just keeps yelling and yelling and even gets physical with Buck.

As previously established - Buck did care about Eddie's grief. He did ask questions. Eddie is choosing to ignore that and verbally attack his best friend instead. And that's not even the end of it.

The next morning, not in the heat of the moment, but after Eddie had a whole night's sleep to cool off and after Buck has already apologised Eddie apparently still feels like he should mess with Buck's feelings further. Why? What kind of purpose does this action serve except hurt Buck? Eddie already confronted Buck, already said his piece, already got an apology. What the hell else does he want?

I wish the show would for once frame this behaviour in a way that clarifies Eddie isn't in the right. Because somehow these fights always end with Buck apologising and Eddie doing nothing, but they're besties again anyway. To me this signals that Eddie is right, Buck is childish and selfish, yelling at your friends is okay (you don't even need to apologise) and Buck deserves this treatment. I don't think this is what the show wants to say, but it's what comes across.

[raymurata]

Bellara's main choice and DAV's implicit (or accidental) stance on book burning

Okay, so. Prefacing this with -- I enjoyed the game. I'd even play it again. That being said, one of its biggest flaws is trying to deliver something so morally sanitized it shies away from giving its characters (aside from Solas) and plotlines (aside from Solas's) real nuance. And in the same breath, they end up sending messages that I doubt they intended to send.

Bellara's main decision is particularly annoying to me.

First, I find her arc to be lacking -- She starts the game grieving her brother and blaming herself for his death despite not being responsible for it, then she finds Cyrian again only to grieve him again, so she's back to the start, only this time she has had the guilt removed from her because Cyrian tells her what she needs to hear, and the blame is placed on a big bad evil. Fair, fine.

But I don't like the cinematography of that scene at all. There was plenty of time for Rook and Bellara to react between Anaris grabbing Cyrian's foot and throwing him at the wall. People in Thedas have survived way worse injuries, too, and Bellara literally has healing at her disposal. Why doesn't she even try? His death is clearly plot-driven but it doesn't take her arc forward all that much? But again, that's fine. Not too bad.

But then the choice I have to make for her is whether or not to keep the archive, why? At no point in the game (please correct me if I'm wrong and missed canon information that contradicts me. That would make me way less angry!!!) do they tell us that it was Bellara using the Archive that summoned Anaris, or that it could summon him at will. As far as my interpretation goes, the Archive is, as its name says, the equivalent to a library curated by a comically self-aggrandizing jerk. At no point do we hear it share any actually dangerous lore either, do we? No blueprints for nuclear weapons...

So why does the game choose this wording:

Now, unless the Archive has powers we are unaware of, what this is saying is basically "burn the ancient elven library (it will be safe)" or "don't burn the ancient elven library (it will be dangerous)" and, for a game that is so irritatingly set on giving you only 2024-morality-board-approved goodTM and unproblematic companions and allies... Why does it tell me that burning books is the safe option, ESPECIALLY given that these books are priceless historical artefacts from a marginalized and subjugated ethinic group who have long lost their history to genocide? Like, wut?? Even if the Archive were in fact a dangerous weapon, the game shows us through the Veil Jumpers' vault that they have trained capable scholars and developed (or are developing, with Bellara spearheading it) safe tools to study and keep these artefacts. How condescending is it to tell them that they won't be able to safekeep this one? How pointless? (and her cutest armor AND best skill are locked behind that choice? outrageous lmao.)

And what pisses me off is that they had everything set up already, they just had to deliver it differently. If they told us explicitly that the archive is Anaris' phylactery and that keeping it would mean allowing Anaris to eventually come back? THEN we'd have a real danger. NOW there is a non-fascist risk to maintaining knowledge.

Or what if the only reason Cyrian is back is because Anaris brought him back? What if Cyrian's life is therefore tied to Anaris', and you had to choose between letting Anaris live (perhaps that results in him getting imprisoned in the Archive, tampering with the information in it and destroying its historical value forever, plus Anaris might one day figure out a way out) or killing Anaris for good even knowing that Cyrian will also die again if you do (but then the Dalish get to keep the archive and all the knowledge in it, and Cyrian's sacrifice is not in vain)? Or maybe... The Archive is a spirit, isn't it? Drive home the fact that being tied to that device was a cruel thing Anaris did to it, and keeping it there is just as cruel, even if it would mean giving the elves access to information. Make the wording "free the archive" really mean something here, and the player really think that the knowledge will be lost. Then maybe have it that, if she frees it, it gives her information freely and with its own interpretation of that knowledge, and THEN it leaves (so it's not forever but there is a reward for being compassionate). And if she keeps the spirit in the device, then it is always rude and it gives her information curated by Anaris' point of view, but it is available to all upcoming generations. It'd be real nice and nuanced to pit her compassion against her drive for knowledge. If this were DAO or DA2, you wouldn't make the choice FOR HER. You'd make the choice yourself because you are the leader, and if you chose to keep the spirit, you'd garner lots of negative points with Bellara (and with Emmrich) because, let's be honest, she is written as inherently more compassionate than driven, and she'd resent you making an oppressing choice even if it is well-meaning and good for her people (just like Alistair resents you killing Isolde even if he understands it was a difficult choice).

I just... So many ways it could have been an actually weighted choice, or that it could have affected your relationship with Bellara (and other companions) as Bioware RPGs were wont to do. They had a good set up, but the landing was absolutely bonkers.

[botchedsundoll]

requests still open? insomniac anon is back

re fluff hcs with a reader who's on a trip? family, work, any reason; just some temporary absence/reunion scenarios

L. KENNEDY, C. REDFIELD, C. OLIVEIRA X READER (SEPARATE)

ೃ⁀➷ sypnosis; absence/reunion hc’s

ೃ⁀➷ warnings; none!

ೃ⁀➷ author’s note; bought ps plus iusy to play ff7 and ff15 again ermmmmm, this is mostly random bs i thought of on the spot😁, also i always think of re5-re6 chris and og re4 leon when writing these but its up to u😘😘, no proofread yikes

C. OLIVEIRA

you’d think he was grieving your loss by the way he was acting

doesn’t necessarily let it show too much into his daily life (for exp. work) but you can still notice he’s not as up beat as he usually is

sends you random photos of the things he gets up to whilst your gone, and half the time they’re things that make you regret even leaving him alone - such as something he’d made in the oven all over the floor as he dropped it by accident, captioned with a single ‘oops’

but you get some heartwarming videos here and there amidst all the chaos and random bullshit. like him fixing the piece of jewellery you’d complained about breaking for so long, or something as simple as him trying to learn to cook your favourite dish to welcome you back

sends you photos of him brushing his teeth every morning. send one back.

yet once you’re back? it’s as if nothing ever happened. INSISTS on being the one to pick you up, no ifs or buts

absolute bone crushing hug, spins you around whilst he’s at it before attacking your face with kisses. he’s missed you, okay?

L. KENNEDY

he tries to ignore your absence as much as possible

tries to keep his hands and mind busy at all times, simply to not think about you not being with him

sends a message daily, asking how you are and if everything’s alright. he’d prefer to call you, but he refrains from doing so as he doesn’t want to disturb you in any way ;(

but whenever you call, you best believe he answers literally on the first ring (if he’s not at work, yet even if he is he manages to somehow answer the phone) and has a small smile on his face basically the whole time you’re speaking with him

tends to start taking less care of himself once you’re gone due to him overworking himself to keep his mind off things. it’s a bad habit, he knows, and he’s guaranteed to have a lecture from you once you’re back

but he doesn’t mind like at all - subconsciously does it on purpose so you dote on him once you’re back but you didn’t hear that from me

long ass hug once you’re back, face buried in your neck as he simply takes in the scent of your perfume once more - until you comment on his eyebags and the lecture begins

a small smirk tugged on his face and a ‘what, worry that much ‘bout me?’

C. REDFIELD

workaholic at heart. so he works even more to make up for your absence

calls you twice a day without fail - once in the morning, once at night just to simply hear your voice and ask you about what you’ve been up to

won’t ever admit it, yet going to bed without you now feels strange. sure, he might sleep flat on his back half the time and be out cold most of the time when you’re just getting into bed, but he can’t help but miss the thought and feeling of you throwing your leg over his hips and snuggling against his bicep. he’s a simple man

hates when you leave because your cooking’s gone. there is genuinely nothing this man loves more than a meal home cooked by you, and having that stripped away from him is, to him, worse than having to deal with all the BOWs and shit at work

claire’s always asking him when you’re back for 2 reasons; 1, she genuinely wants to know to see you again and 2, she loves reminding chris of the fact you’re gone and winding him up about it. sibling love

will literally decide himself that he’s picking you up. whether that be the airport or a whole different city, he’s coming for you himself. you get no say in it

you come running at him and throw yourself against his chest, which prompts him to wrap his arms around you with a small grin on his face

[fruitsywriting]

Hi! Was just wondering if you could do mark x rex x gn!reader hcs where reader basically are/has the personality of blue diamond (from steven universe) story/scenario can be completely up to you! :3

Note: This took me so long because I have never watched Steven Universe so I was researching it... then i got hit with being sick because of my medication.. it was a lot. Sorry for any errors I got in this, I tried my best with what I could comprehend lol.

Ship: Rex x Gn!Reader x Mark

Fandom: Invincible

Warnings: None

This is a small drabble I was able to do after rewriting this a few times.

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　　　.   　　˚　✭　 　　*　　 　　✦　　　.　　.　　　✦　˚ 　　　　 ˚　.˚　　　　　✭　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　 ✦. ✭　.　　. 　 ˚　.　

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

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As the battle against a villain they had never seen before drags out, Rex is wondering where the hell Invincible is. Or, where the hell the rest of the heroes are. It’s hard when it’s only Rex on the scene, trying to keep this villain from injuring more civilians. All he can do is throw small explosions to move the villain back while trying to use the big ones to at least stun him or injure him. It feels like hours before Atom Eve and Invincible show up and have a hand in safely capturing this new villain. 

Invincible, Mark Grayson, turns to Rex with a sheepish smile and hovers down to land in front of Rex.

“Sorry about that, Eve and I-”

“Were what??” Rex snaps without even thinking about it.

Mark is taken aback before getting defensive himself, “Don’t tell me you’re jealous. You and Eve aren’t even dating anymore!”

Rex can’t let the real reason slip through, he can’t let Mark know that lately he catches himself staring at Mark a little too longer than usual. How he has been slacking as a hero, because he’s distracted thinking about Mark, and secretly hoping that Invincible will come while simultaneously giving him shit saying he had it- in a joking manner of course. He can’t let him know he doesn’t want Mark dating Eve because he wants Mark. He bites his tongue and walks away, muttering about how all of this is bullshit. Mark just sighs and rants to Eve about it, he thought him and Rex were cool but as the last two weeks have been going on- it appears differently.

Rex is helping check on the civilians among the one building that was destroyed. Good news is the building was small, and caused minimal damage- and it was a work building meaning no one lost a home. Someone immediately catches his attention. They appear sad, maybe they’re hurt or worried. Something, something he should definitely check on to make sure they’re okay.

“Hey, are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?” He asks politely, while scanning over their body for obvious injuries.

“Ah no, I’m fine.” Their voice is tranquil to listen to, calming but also in a state of grieving. He wants to ask more questions, but none are coming to mind as they lift their head ever so slightly so their eyes are available to look at. 

🌨️₊˚.🎧 ˚.🩵*🎐✩｡

That was when you met Rex. He was checking in on you every so often, to the point it would be considered weird. But he quickly clarifies that your demeanor seems blue, and he just wants to make sure you’re at least mentally okay. The thought warmed your heart and you were able to make small talk with him. You could tell that it was more than just your sorrowful yet tranquil demeanor that intrigued him however. You definitely knew when he slipped a piece of paper with several digits on it, along with his name. It was just confirmation.

🌨️₊˚.🎧 ˚.🩵*🎐✩｡

It took you a few days before you texted him, because of several reasons. One, you were looking for a new job. Two, you were distracted and somewhat laying in bed all day. Three, he made you a little nervous. Perhaps it was a crush forming, or perhaps the man was just intimidating. However- you finally got the courage and sent the message.

You: Hi, it’s me from the other day.

Rex: Took you long enough

Rex: Jkjk

Rex: How are you doing?

After making small talk with him, he tries to call you. You jump at the notification flashing on your screen and you take several deep breaths before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hi, do you wanna go to dinner with me?”

🌨️₊˚.🎧 ˚.🩵*🎐✩｡

At first, dinner with Rex was peaceful and good. He knew the perfect amount of talking to do, knew when you wanted to be quiet for a minute to enjoy the meal without someone talking with food in their mouth. He seemed like a genuine guy, so far- a second date was looking promising for the both of you.

That was, until halfway through the main course meal a man harshly sat down next to him. He crossed his arms like he was mad at Rex (and you couldn’t help but look at how his arms flexed in his short sleeved T-shirt.). Rex looks shocked for a moment before he grimaces. 

(In Mark’s defense, he didn’t know this was a date he was crashing)

“Are you going to tell me what’s your problem? I thought we were going good but you got mad at me? Is it jealousy, Rex?” Mark says in a demanding but angered tone. Rex matches the energy, because ain’t no way Mark just crashed on his date talking about being jealous. 

“This can wait-”

“No, because you’ve been ignoring my texts and calls. Why are you so mad? I’m not-”

“Mark, I’m in the middle of something.” He gestures to the table, food, and to you. You sit there awkwardly, and have a completely different impression of what is going on. 

“Rex, are you in an open relationship or something? Is this your boyfriend?” 

The two whip their heads around to you, stunned by the blunt question. They both talk over each other, trying to clear things up, trying to smooth things out, and trying to explain themselves. You have to calmly interrupt them, by holding up a hand.

“I don’t mind, but I would’ve preferred a heads up. Unless you were planning to tell me later during dinner, then I wouldn’t have minded.”

Rex cuts off that thought, “Mark isn’t my boyfriend.”

Mark is sitting there, connecting dots before he gasps, “Wait, were you jealous of Eve?? Do you like me?”

“WHAT”

🌨️₊˚.🎧 ˚.🩵*🎐✩｡

This is when you enter the stage of trying to navigate Polyamory with them. It took a long talk about it, with you explaining the concept to them before they decided to try it. Mark is interested in you, but not in the same way Rex is. Rex sees you as someone who is a calming force in his life, someone who balances out everything and is very empathetic. Mark sees you as someone who can understand him a little better than most on an emotional level. Even if you don’t go through what he did, the way you take on his emotions makes him feel like you deeply understand. Who knew that you would be the bridge that helped Mark and Rex make up and see their feelings for each other- and for you?

[farfromstrange]

Now that I’m slightly more coherent, I wanted to add some points to the thoughts I posted last night. Warning for heavy spoilers for both episode 1 and 2 of DDBA!

Let’s go!

(That gif makes me feel some type of way. In fact, the whole scene did. Why’s he so fucking hot? Like damn gimme a break Matthew)

I absolutely adore Kirsten! I love her character, I love her dynamic with Matt, and I love how she was ready to indulge Matt’s need for justice in episode 2. Because the Matt we know has a strong sense of justice, and he realized what was happening with Hector/White Tiger and he wanted to help.

Hector’s introduction was also top tier, by the way. I feel like the writers had a lot to say choosing to go down the route of corrupt cops, Hector getting arrested for actually trying to help, the Punisher tattoo on a corrupt cop who Frank would actually tear apart if he knew. And I hope to God he does. Because that’s not what The Punisher stands for!

I love Cherry, too. The whole “can you find this person (who’s impossible to find, by the way) for me?” Is so funny to me because Matt ends up going after the witness himself and basically saving his life because he just can’t let it be. But it also speaks to him as a lawyer because a lot of attorneys have investigators, and he’s trying to do everything by the book to help his clients. And Cherry knows who he used to be, he accepts him, but he also sees that Daredevil will always be a part of Matt and that that might become a problem down the line. Which, let’s face it, it will. We all know he’s gonna pick up the mask again. Anyway. Cherry has already become one of my favorite (new) characters.

I get the argument that it’s a bit odd Matt was able to “move on” so fast, but in my opinion, he didn’t move on. He’s not happy. He “moved on” to survive. He “moved on” because a line was crossed. He was willing to kill Bullseye after hearing Foggy’s heart stop, and his world basically ended right there. His best friend died, and the fact he broke down in front of the guy who did it before tossing him off the roof speaks louder than words. The broken, “Why? Why?” Is what really got me because Matt never got an answer, and that’s probably eating him up inside, too. He doesn’t understand why it had to be Foggy.

When Matt talked to Karen after the hearing his desperation and devastation was so abundantly clear. He was hoping he could talk to her, maybe get her back (as a friend), but Karen is just as broken as him and she needs her space, too. Because they pushed each other away in the face of this tragedy. Matt was probably consumed by guilt (still is), struggling with the rage he felt, what he was willing to do and the pain he’s harboring inside. He doesn’t know how to deal with this kind of grief. He lost his father, yes, but this a different kind of grief. And everyone handles it differently. Charlie’s performance made me believe that moving on, putting down the mask pushing away those Bad Thoughts for as long as he can is how Matt copes with this kind of loss.

Matt carries Foggy’s memorial card over his heart, even when going on a date. He keeps it on his kitchen counter. He lives in a more… lifeless apartment now, I’d say. He moved out of Hell’s Kitchen, which is a completely new side of his character, and the fact he looks so miserable when he’s alone, using music to tune out the noise of the city, drowning himself in work, trying to be normal and obsessing over the news with Fisk just shows the way he grieves his best friend. I don’t doubt that deep down, he’s still in denial. And when he threw hands with those corrupt cops and got a taste of what it’s like to fight again? That scream at the end just shows that he is not okay. He’s doing a pretty good job at lying to himself, especially with Heather and trying to move on, but we all know it’s going to explode in his face eventually.

Karen being in San Francisco shows how she’s grieving, too, and the fact she isn’t there and their relationship ended all adds to the mountain of shit that will most probably kick Matt’s ass this season. Nelson, Murdock & Page was the dream, he just got that back, and now he’s lost everything. Karen lost everything.

Moving on. The first fight scene, the one with Dex, seemed a little too CGI to me, at first. But I realize now that I don’t really mind because one, the sequence in ep. 2 was much better and two, I had to remind myself that Born Again was never going to be a carbon copy of the Netflix show, and for this being the MCU, it could’ve been much worse. Could they have done it better? Sure. But I, personally, am not disappointed. I understand why some might say it wasn’t good, but the fight scene in episode 2 made up for it! That was amazing.

I also hope they slow the pace a little over the next few episodes and don’t rush through the storylines because I feel we need to really sit with what Matt’s going through and let him sit with it, too. I want to see more of what he’s feeling, but I have a good feeling that we will, especially considering the promo clip with Frank. So, I have high hopes.

I love Heather too! I’m a bit scared for her, to be honest, because she’s getting involved with Fisk (and Vanessa), and I’m curious about the young man who asked her for help. She doesn’t know about Matt’s alter ego and they’re pursuing a romantic relationship, so that’s bound to end in chaos. We know what happened the last time he chose to not tell the people he cared about. I think she’s gonna get caught in the crossfire, and I think that might push Matt over the edge since he’s already only holding on by a very thin fucking thread.

I don’t think I will ever get over seeing Matt sob. Charlie did such an incredible job portraying Matt’s emotion at the beginning of ep. 1, and I just know he’s gonna break my heart the next time he cries. We saw him cry in Season 3, I know, but this? This is next level. This was a kind of pain that he did not expect to feel, that overwhelmed him, and in turn, I think we all felt it. The way he just sat there, impaled and broken, crying his little (big) heart out, totally defeated, no longer hearing Foggy’s heartbeat, probably hearing Karen sob, the mask falling, and he just gave up. He gave up right then and there, and for those of us who watched the original show and know the hope he had after the end of Season 3 that’s like shattering everything he worked for within the matter of fifteen minutes. He thought there was finally some resemblance of light at the end of the tunnel and then bam! All gone.

I also want to mention the way he reacted when Dex was sentenced to consecutive life sentence. The way he was cheering silently to the point he was shaking. And I want to again give an honorary mention to the conversation between Matt and Karen because that was so very well down, and so very well acted by both Charlie and Deborah.

On a more unserious note: that man is HOT! Seriously. The beard? His hands? HIS ARMS? Those feral eyes when he was fighting those cops? The broken glasses? That scream? His casual clothes at home and him just sitting there? That doesn’t sound like something that should turn me on, but it did. It does. I just wanted to sit on his lap and ride his—okay, I need to breathe. Charlie Cox, the man you are. Holy shit.

Overall, we all have our opinions, but I’m definitely immersed and I still love these characters and the original show, and I love what they’ve done with the new show. It is definitely MCU, we can’t deny that, but I think they redeemed themselves after making some questionable choices with projects post-Endgame. I am sat! I would be sat no matter what because seeing Matt again just makes me feel so much joy.

The decision to kill Foggy (or at least make everyone believe he’s dead), however, will not be recognized as canon by me unless I want to write some angsty as fuck fic set in DDBA times. Outside of that, I stand behind what Nick Fury said.

That’s all. I love seeing the entire fandom come together and freak out about this. It’s been a long time coming! Can’t wait for next week’s episode.

[startheskelaton]

I'm still not over the potential fallout of Nightflyers death.

Like sparkplugs obviously going to be upset and maybe even have something else going on depending on the exact circumstances. I have no idea if she'd be involved in any way or see him die or not but, like, they had a connection and she still rather liked him so of course she has a complicated feeling of grief.

Starscream and Slipstream are definitely NOT okay. Probably in absolute pieces. And likely still expected to deal with whatever political fallout comes directly after Nightflyer dies.

As for Soundblaster I can see him being there for Sparkplug and initially not having an immediate reaction himself. Like he feels something like grief but he thinks it's just because Sparkplug is sad. But time tics by and the feelings still there along with the certain knowledge that Nightflyer isnt there and (as far as he knows) will never be there again. Along with the persistent lack of his presence in Soundblaster life.

Depending on the timeline of events I wouldn't be surprised if Soundblaster only realized he was actually SAD about losing Nightflyer and had been grieving this whole time after Nightflyer is revived.

((I know I've been sending a lot of asks and I am sorry. I'll try to slow this thought train down))

So… believe it or not… Sparkplug seemingly had no reaction to Nightflyers death at first.

This was because after seeing Soundwave die, killing Tarn, dealing with Tarn as her new ghost guide, learning from him that Optimus was actually always watching her as a spirit and just now finally gone to the all spark….. She had kinda started numbing herself to it all. Not because she wanted to, but with everything going on, she felt like it was almost inevitable that someone else close to her was going to die, so she was already prepared for the worst.

I feel like this would tie into her getting closer with Slipstream, as they’ve basically switched how they show themselves.

Slipstream is 100% emotion right now, any cute bubbly persona she had perfectly crafted over her life is now overshadowed by her genuine true self. While Sparkplug is basically a wall, taking orders, doing what she has to do and only opening up to Soundblaster on occasion… aka, pulling a megatron. Slipstream would see this and become infuriated, if this girl cared about her brother so much, why wasn’t she acting like it? How dare she ignore the problem in front of them.

Eventually Sparkplug would eventually break, telling Slipstream that she genuinely just expects the people around her to just die because that’s what’s been happening… why would it stop now. In their grief they find a common ground, a desire to just be with their family and keep them safe, from that grows a respect and eventual friendship.

Soundblaster is always thinking of Nightflyer even if he doesn’t realize it. So the moment he’s actually gone… he’s not okay. The one constant in his life disappeared and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s happy to be with Sparkplug but he knows that something is missing, and that feeling grows the longer he’s gone.

So I’m imagining that Nightflyer coming back and Megatron dying are tied in some way. Megatron allows Starscream to end his life so that Starscream has a chance to save his son and bring him back. Eye for an eye, true forgiveness in death.

[sweetteaanddragons]

Gil-Galad and Finrod in Scion of Somebody, Probably 'verse

Gil-Galad ranges from "low-key terrified" to "mostly calmed down but wary" for the entire time Finrod is alive. This is the guy he has found himself more or less unwittingly trying to con! This is the guy most likely to catch him! This is the guy who can punish him if it all comes out!

. . . this is also the guy he spends the most time with in the aftermath of the loss of everyone he has ever known, the guy who takes him in and mentors him and seems genuinely concerned for his wellbeing.

. . . the guy he is lying to. Constantly.

The guilt sets in quickly, but what else can he do? Come clean? Absolutely not.

He starts trying to make himself useful to Finrod in the hopes that this will offset the fact that he has conned himself into the man's family.

Finrod, meanwhile, is very concerned for this kid, and also thinks the kid is pretty great.

Incidentally, he's pretty sure the kid is Turgon's.

If he's from Gondolin, that would explain why none of them have heard anything about him before! If Turgon has remarried, that would explain why Gil-Galad is so skittish about talking about his family - the Feanorians would definitely have opinions on this if it came out, and frankly, so would some of the other factions, because there's no way anyone managed to communicate with Elenwe to check if she was okay with this.

But that's not Gil-Galad's fault, obviously, so Finrod keeps his speculations to himself, after one conversation where he tried to discreetly confirm this with Gil-Galad.

(Gil-Galad was evasive, which is pretty much confirmation; if it wasn't true, he obviously would have had every incentive to immediately say so!)

(Gil-Galad does not realize quite what this conversation was getting at until about a century later. Even if he had, he still would have gone along with it; it's less awkward than the truth.)

Gil-Galad is not exempt from his initial general anger at everyone's general failure to volunteer aid during the Beren incident, but he's one of the first Finrod forgives for it; he's basically still a kid and Finrod definitely did not actually want him on this trip.

Finrod dies still convinced that he's Turgon's kid. Once he's been returned to life and he starts hearing of Gil-Galad's accomplishments, he's very proud of him.

Finrod is Gil-Galad's model for a lot of things: how to be a leader, how to be a king . . . how to be a mentor figure to traumatized elflings who show up at your door.

75% percent of his early interactions with Elrond and Elros involve asking himself what Finrod would do.

He grieves Finrod. He feels incredible guilt for not volunteering to go with him, for ever lying to him in the first place, for - for everything, really.

When Gil-Galad returns to life, he attempts apologies for all of these things. He is pretty sure this interaction is going to end with someone finally yelling at him for all of this and, frankly, the thought is something of a relief.

The interaction does end with yelling. Unfortunately for Gil-Galad, it is strictly between Finrod and Turgon and requires shockingly little input on his part.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi!!

Could I request kyojuro and tanjiro (separate) comforting the reader after someone close to them has passed away? Just that has unfortunately happened and I need some comfort 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Oh! I’m so sorry, my condolences and I hope you’ll recover through this awful timing. Whoever it was, they deserved better and you deserved better and I hope they rest in peace! I apologise for being a bit late but nevertheless, I hope this’ll help

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro never ever left your side. He’s been here for you since the very beginning and he embraces you by the side with his soft caring sorrowful smile and his hands trace up and down your back as you snuggle his mighty broad chest to seek comfort to try get through your loss

He gives you the comfort you crave, blocking you off whilst the Shinto Priest continues on with his loving honourable comments about your loved one as their nicely dressed body continues to burn within the fire, cremate to bone fragments. He guards you from having to see that and he uses his warm plush body as a semblance of comfort

Deep within this special funeral temple marked by the name of your family and surrounded by your own quietly grieving remaining family, Kyojuro doesn’t falter from being strong and respectful yet he does feel the pain you’re expressing as the remaining 60 minutes of cremation feels like eternity for you

You didn’t want to watch it so Kyojuro ensured you didn’t have to, he watched it for you and rocked you gently within the tight safety of his muscular defined arms, up against his beating heart, to show that you’re never nor will you ever be alone in this world because he’s gonna guide you through the dark proudly as your lover

Throughout the remaining hour, Kyojuro spent all of it quietly mumbling praises and comforting words to you as he never let go of the embrace yet his fiery red-yellow eyes never leave the burning fire… he couldn’t help but be reminded of his mother’s funeral. He also internally blesses your beloved close friend a safe trip to Heaven as they are at peace now

He doesn’t blame you for your tears or your distress as he remembers how often you told him you were close to this soul linked so much to your heart was. That they mattered so much and whilst he feels sorry for them, he just wants to take care of you. Kyojuro has dealt with many friends and relatives dying as well so he knows how much you’re suffering and he’s here to hold you through it all

The moment the funeral ends by the priest’s kind comforting soft voice, you’re basically dragging Kyojuro out of this beautiful temple to go get some privacy with him since you just need time with the man you love so much, to recover and try from your intense depression spike. You couldn’t even face your lost one, you just… need Kyojuro. Kyojuro and he will bring in his little brother, Senjuro to help

And here he is. As he continues to hastily follow you, he laces his hand through yours more gently and speaks up when stopping you politely but firmly to help once more

“Shhh… shh. Slow down, my little firecracker. Come here, lean on me. I’m here for you and I love you so much. Talk to me, okay?”

Kamado Tanjiro

Tanjiro quietly walks with you, in the beautiful orange-pink patterned afternoon sky glowing above you, as well as his beloved little sister safely hid in her strapped box-bag since he figured he’d bring Nezuko to the funeral of your deceased beloved relative and be there to help comfort you since you were struggling to keep your composure throughout the nearly three hour service of a final goodbye to the person you loved so dearly

Tanjiro cracks a loving sorrowful smile at you as you hold his hand and embrace his side rather clingy since you’re mentally a wreck at this very moment and you have a growing irrational fear of being alone so you hold him, shaking and barely able to walk since the cremation of your loved one’s burnt in your head as much as those bone fragments left behind were…

“My love”

Tanjiro mewls out softly to get your attention as he decides you three are to stop at a nearby waki-honjin when you and him make to the nearby village from the beautiful temple you, him and your whole family had been stationed in for what felt longer than one would think. He’ll just pay for a night, he doesn’t want to push you further. You need rest

Into the assistant chief-inn and into the bedroom your lover books, sitting you down on the soft futon and releasing the now sprung awake Nezuko from her infamous little box as the night slowly but surely settles in, letting the cute muzzled demon crawl out whilst he returns to you quickly and embraces you again as you begin to softly bawl into his chest as he and Nezuko melt into empathy for you

You need to flare out your whirlwind of emotions over processing and barely coming to terms with the funeral of your beloved lost one… it hurts so bad and Tanjiro knows that so he will sit here on this futon until you feel even a little better whilst rubbing his hands all over your back and hair quietly but soothingly, nuzzling you whilst Nezuko climbs into your lap in her adorably shrunken form

You may feel alone right now but you’re not. He and his little sister will forever be here for you and both are quietly but lovingly doing their best to comfort you since you’re distraught and heartbroken over your tragic loss and you can’t stop thinking about the entire funeral that just flashed before your eyes almost three hours ago…

Tanjiro quietly rocks you, recalling all the times that his little siblings would cry to him and seek his comfort and his arms through their own little struggles, and whilst it hurts to be reminded of his lost siblings… he has truly come to terms with his own grieving so he keeps smiling through it and comforting you with his presence and his words of encouragement as well as Nezuko’s caring little presence

For the remaining more seconds as you cry and snuggle into his fit slim body, he gently tilts your head up to look into your eyes… to admire you and support you

“You’re never alone… we’re here for you. Cry to us, we’ll never leave you”

[wafflesandd1ck]

Okay, so can we all agree that the episode "How Long Is Forever?" of Teen Titans is one of the best of the series, even though the ending is kinda dark?

In the timeline without starfire:

Cyborg becomes obsolete. He burnt out his last power cell during the battle with warp and becomes permanently bound to the tower in order to keep his cybernetic body functional. Essentially being a hermit for 20 years.

Beastboy tries to be a solo hero and gets his butt kicked A LOT. Becoming the laughing stock of jump city. He then joins the circus, trying to find some kind of positive to his powers.

Raven, either willingly or by force, goes to an insane asylum, and for years, we can assume that's where she stays. Her mind becomes lost. She's hallucinating and talks herself through her mental state. We find out through her dialog that she has hallucinations of starfire or her friends very frequently. "It's just another figment. Don't even look. " she feels safe in the asylum because the building is run down and decaying. Her room is coated in thick white energy. Raven is wearing her white cloak, signifying that she has also reached her power limit.

It's always been my headcanon that she went insane trying to find where starfire went, but she was outside of the timeline. Raven, being an empath, could feel that starfire wasn't dead. Just gone. I think the false hope of "one day, any day. Maybe today, starfire will come home." Is the exact mentality that drove Raven insane. Like a beep, you can faintly hear but can't see or figure out where it's coming from.

And finally, nightwing..dude basically becomes batman. Through the dialog with future cyborg, it's implied that nightwing left the team not long after starfire disappeared.

I don't think Robin became obsessed like Raven did. I think Robin tried to rush his grieving process. Tried to get back to "work as usual," but EVERYTHING made him angry. I think he transformed every ounce of his pain and depression into being ANGRY. I think he started taking things too far with criminals, and either he got kicked from the team in an argument, or they argued because he wanted to quit willingly and go solo. Staying in the tower and with these friends that he..that she loved. Walking past her empty bedroom every day. not hearing her cheery voice every morning. It was too much.

Anyway I give a little recap BECAUSE. I was rereading the teen titans. Go! Comics and in issue 31, we actually get to see future nightwing again.

It's really cute. Anyway, warp has messed with Robin's timeline and basically steps in after Robin's parents died and becomes his new mentor, but he's being trained to use his nepotism for evil.

It's a really good comic, and the open flirting between starfire and nightwing is really cute. Think sophomore lightly flirting with senior crush.

I'm not complaining. This entire mini arc thing was GREAT. My only issue though..

DID STARFIRE COME BACK IN THE FUTURE TIMELINE????

IS RAVEN STILL NUTS??

IS BEASTBOY STILL MORBIDLY DEPRESSED AND WORKING AT THE CIRCUS?

IS CYBORG STILL A FORCED HERMIT??

Give me one. Just one scene of future night wing going back to his timeline, walking right into future Titans tower. You don't even have to show the team. Show ravens tea cup on the counter. Show beastboys video games splayed across the living room. Show a fully charged portable power cell on the kitchen table!

Show nightwing walking out of the portal and directly into the living room in the middle of the night, with starfire asleep on the couch, waiting for him to come home from patrols.

Bonus points! Have nightwing take his gloves off. He gently moves starfires hair out of her face, and we see a wedding ring!

I was so hoping that for the 20th anniversary of Teen Titans, we would get SOMETHING to close at least THIS plotline.

[kinardsevan]

something something about Tommy being in the army and finally feeling free to be himself at least a little bit because he no longer lives with his father, and even though he's living in the world of DADT, meeting a boy in basic, falling for him a little.

They're assigned to the same platoon, ship out to Iraq together, know their lives are on the line, but what starts out as a friendship becomes something more, with them sneaking around, stealing moments where they can, even though it's not safe.

And the thing is, it's good. It's really good. They're moving through the ranks, getting their jobs done, even dealing decently well when they get separated for more extensive training in different squads.

It goes on a few years. Maybe things get a little messy here and there. After all, they're 20-year-olds in a war zone, trying to figure life out. And there's never a family introduction because no one can know, but they fall in love. When they're lucky enough to get a short trip home, it should be great because they're safe, but it sucks because it's at different times.

And then about three and half years in, Tommy gets an offer. He's shown interest in becoming a warrant officer, is finishing up the degree required to pursue it, and his battalion chief wants to put his name in for the next round.

Except, his boyfriend is looking at special forces. That would split them up, send them in different directions, keep them apart for far longer than they ever have been before.

So initially, Tommy says no. Special Forces includes flying, even if it isn't the forefront of things. He presents himself as showing interest there, even though it's not really what he wants.

Weeks turn into months, and things fall apart. His boyfriend knows it's not what he wants, even though Tommy's trying to force it. It gets to a point where all they do is fight. Conversation about being a warrant officer comes back up. He wants to say no, but his boyfriend tells him he should say yes. He agrees to attend a meeting with the guy in charge, gets held back when his team is sent out on a basic retcon mission.

Except. Half the team doesn't come back. Unexpected enemy combatants, they say. No way they could've known, they say. Their team members died heroes, they say.

And Tommy sinks. In to grief, into depression, into loss. He doesn't get to tell anyone the real reason why. He doesn't even get to attend the funerals. But yet, in the midst of it all, things are going right. More right than he'd like, but right. He gets into warrant officer school. He gets to learn how to fly helicopters. He gets commendations through it all.

And it's not okay. It never just becomes something he's alright with living with. But one day, a few decades down the line on a bad night, Eddie mentions losing his whole platoon. Tommy tells him about the day half his team died in a shoot-out. When Evan picks him up from the bar later that night and takes him home, he tells him the part he didn't tell Eddie. Tells him about the boy he fell in love with half a world away in the middle of a combat zone. About the life he had planned in his head even though he knew even at 21 that it was unrealistic and would never happen. And Evan listens, because he's told Tommy about Abby and what that did to him, and he's not sure what he would've done if Abby had died.

For the first time in a long time, Tommy lets himself cry about it. It's not something he dwells on much--his life is different now, and he has Evan, who he sees an entire future with, beyond what just exists inside his head. A future with Evan is tangible, exists beyond a tiny sandpit in a war zone. It's a whole life with a family, siblings, impending plans to bring home a pet soon (they keep going back and forth over a black cat or golden retriever), more talk about what the future holds. But for one night, he lets himself grieve the past and the life he didn't get. He lets down the walls he keeps up around his own trauma, lets Evan see beneath the façade.

(this was literally like a three sentence idea I had this afternoon. oops.)

[scoobydoodean]

Season 2 Sam spends the first four episodes of season 2 scared that Dean is going off the deep end. He knows his brother is not grieving their father in the way he expects by 2.02. By 2.04 he knows Dean thinks he should be dead. By 2.09, Dean plans to off himself imminently.

All of this concerns Sam. Sam keeps insisting Dean tell him what's wrong. He keeps insisting Dean is not okay and that Dean needs to open up. He keeps telling Dean he can help. Sam can carry part of the load. Sam cares.

(2.04, 2.09)

Then he finds out why his brother is depressed and contemplating suicide. John told Dean he had to save Sam—it was all on him—and if Dean couldn't, he's gotta kill Sam.

Of course Sam is gonna have feelings about that. It's a horrible fucked up thing to hear your dad said about you. It's awful and horrible and Sam has every right to be upset and freaked out and he has every right to be mad that Dean couldn't bring himself to repeat what was said for so many weeks.

That said. My guy. Spends the rest of the season. Regurgitating John's words back at Dean. The words that made Dean want to kill himself.

Because Sam knows Dean will not do this. He knows Dean will not kill him. He knows that from the very first episode he finds out. He knows Dean will not kill him with such confidence that he jokes about it in the same episode where he finds out.

But after 2.10... Sam starts to get scared. He isn't scared of what Dean will do to him. He's scared of what Dean won't do.

He's scared Dean will never be able to bring himself to kill Sam—to do what's necessary. So Sam needs to find a way to make Dean follow through on John's dying wish. So he gets drunk in the next episode—in 2.11. And he plays out Dean's conversation with John from 2.01.

(2.01, 2.11)

Then he follows it up the next morning, basically saying, "It doesn't matter that I was drunk and grabbing you and wouldn't let go and that you didn't mean it and only promised to placate me (something I clearly know otherwise I wouldn't bring the conversation up again). You made a promise. Are you going to make yourself a liar now? Are you going to lie to me?"

(2.11)

The problem is, this doesn't work. Dean isn't going to be coerced into a promise, and the ramifications of breaking this "promise" for Dean are so much smaller than the fall out on keeping the "promise" it's not even funny.

Meg tries to make Dean think that Sam's gone off the deep end in 2.14—tries to hold him to the "promise" he made—also tacks on a promise Dean never made to John either on top—trying to guilt him into executing his own brother.

Sam gets his body back, and at the end of the episode... he pounces.

(2.14)

"Are you going to be able to do this? It's your job. Dad told you to. You have to. It was an order."

(2.11)

You're a hunter. It's your job. Sometimes the job is ugly. But it's what you were meant to do.

GORDON This isn't personal. I'm not a killer, Dean. I'm a hunter. And your brother's fair game.

(2.10)

(2.10)

And Sam... Maybe he is this ruthless himself. Maybe he isn't demanding something of Dean that he wouldn't be willing to do himself (at least not at this point in time).

(2.17)

Dean doesn't want to do what Sam can. He can't.

2.17 is named "Heart" because it's about werewolves who eat hearts. But it's also about the show's fracturing narrative heart facing his own impending demise... because Dean's heart will rupture in two if he follows through with Sam and John's wishes—that he become Sam's executioner.

The embrace of death at his own hand seems ever sweeter—ever more deserved—ever softer and kinder than dying the way Sam and John are asking him to without even seeing it.

(2.20)

Death is the light at the end of the tunnel that absolves Dean of Sam and John's expectations. It's the way he makes their family's mistakes right—how he takes his body that's supposed to have given out 12 episodes into season 1 and then again in 2.01 and makes himself the sacrifice he was supposed to be—already was—always has been.

SAM So, what, now I live and you die? DEAN That's the general idea, yeah. SAM Yeah, well, you're a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you? 'Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted, and broken. And now you go and do the same thing. To me. What you did was selfish. DEAN Yeah, you're right. It was selfish. But I'm okay with that. SAM I'm not. DEAN Tough. After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled. Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know, it's like there's a, a light at the end of the tunnel. SAM It's hellfire, Dean. DEAN Whatever. You're alive, I feel good – for the first time in a long time.

(3.01)

[aeviagreenleaf]

Season 1 Episode 2 rewatch thoughts

Not my first rewatch, curious what I forgot/didn't notice previous times...

Adrift under the stars, so intense even for an elf

It’s interesting Celebrimbor says “Feanor” instead of my grandfather and there’s other instances that formality is used between relations and I guess this is to keep it simple for viewers.

His excitement for the forge is adorable. Definitely his father’s son and grandfather’s grandson. 

LOL poor Elrond delusional about being welcomed with open arms, sweet little elf

“No.” lol

“Over here,” ahhhh the first words he hears from her

“The tides of fate are flowing. Yours may be heading in or out.” The look she gives him haha, like this dude is so serious what a drama king 🙄

So basically love at first sight

“Looks can be deceiving” he definitely already senses she is an elf, maybe senses even more about her

First arm hold as he pulls her out of water

I swear he smirks a little after she says “Galadriel”

Elrond throwing the match cause he has realized Durin is mad for some reason and he wants to make it up to him 🥺 I do love Elrond’s humility which is rare for elves

And he asks for forgiveness

“No staying for dinner” lol then Disa is all smiles “you’re staying for dinner!”

Durin and Disa are so precious 

“I see you planted the sapling” 🥺🥺

And Disa reveals Durin’s treated the tree like a third child 🥺🥺

It’s so sexy the way Halbrand pours some water over his hair

I love Galadriel’s sass “do I have the look of a deserter?!”

As soon as he mentions orcs Galadriel is like !!!! I’ve been searching for centuries and this dude has seen them

But then she’s so soft “I grieve for you” of course he fell for her

Sauron is like what is this kindness she has for me a stranger, why is it affecting me 

When she says she’s been pursing this foe since before the first sunrise, I bet Sauron first thinks she is thinking of Morgoth which is partially true probably way back then but he slowly realizes she means him and he’s smirking a little cause I bet he’s so flattered

Okay with the storm brewing, you would almost think that Ulmo wants to give Galadriel and Sauron a chance to bond

The show runners have basically said Eru intervened so they met on the sea, presumably to shake Galadriel from her funk, but arguably Eru is also giving Sauron this little chance to be “touched by light” and maybe that can make a difference (sadly not enough but great fodder for fics)

Bronwyn is so badass, I miss her

“Bind yourself to me” will never not give me chills 😭🖤🤍 gosh I love these two

So bro doesn’t try to help Diarmid (kinda fair cause clearly he will die but he could’ve been kinder to him) and leaves his raft companions as worm fodder, but a pretty elf who has been nosy and pushy but empathetic falls into the sea and he jumps in to save her while in a vulnerable human fana 🥺🥺🥺

I hope we get more Elrond and Durin moments in season 3

How did I forget that hilt grows

So is Sauron pretending to be asleep and watching Galadriel sleep or did he actually wear himself out in that human body rescuing her? Could go either way depending on the fic, hehe....

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 32 of 35

6489 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

The plumber was a no-nonsense kind of man. He did a thorough investigation of the plumbing and the damage done to the main living space. 

Regrettably, it seemed the damage was worse than you'd feared.

After looking through the pipe system that was accessible the man had determined that because they were old, and because of how cold the winter had been, any of the pipes could break at any moment. Apparently, you'd been lucky to come home to the small amount of damage that you had. 

You nibbled on your lip watching Namjoon from the corner of your eye. Surprisingly, he managed to keep a very calm mask on his face as the plumber talked through the numbers and costs of a job like this. Most of the walls were going to have to be demolished in some way to get to all of the pipes, floorboards would need to be ripped up. It was basically going to be a full remodel.

When he had finished talking, Namjoon thanked the man and showed him back out of the house.

Only then did he crumple. 

He leaned against the wall by the door, staring at the damage like it might disappear magically if he wills it hard enough. Tears form in his eyes the longer he stands there. You can't tell if they are of sadness, or just because his eyes have been unblinking for too long.

"Joonie?" You ask tentatively  

"We are going to have to destroy our whole home," He says, his tone flat. 

"It'll be okay Joon," You comfort, although your words mean very little. 

"We called it a hovel... but it's our home. This was mine and Yoongi's dream... He'd never admit it, but I carried him over the threshold like a bride when we moved in... It was in a worse state when we bought it believe it or not but it was ours, is ours."

"I'm sure we can keep some things the same. We can make the builders save as much as physically possible," 

"What am I going to tell Jungkook and Jimin?" 

Now his tears were streaming in rivulets down his cheeks it was clear they were of sadness as the sinking feeling of losing something he holds dear sinks into his bones. 

You rush to his side, taking the large man into your arms. He nuzzles in close, leaning a good portion of his weight on you and you try not to bend. 

"We can rebuild the house Joon, it's not going to be the same I know, but it is going to be ours. Maybe even more so if we can work together as the eight of us," 

"I know... I think I'm just going to need some time to grieve what we are losing first," 

__________________

Some time later Namjoon sniffles through his last sob and allows you to pack him and some extra valuables into the car. 

You keep a comforting hand on his thigh most of the way back to Jin's. His hand covers yours and he holds onto it with a little more strength than really necessary. 

It looks as though the pack has made themselves thoroughly comfortable in your absence. Jin, Hoseok, and Yoongi are all snuggled under a blanket on the sofa watching a movie. Jimin and Taehyung lay on the sofa bed with Jungkook cuddled happily in between the two of them. It smells delightfully warm and happy as all of their scents intermingle together in the small space. 

A scent immediately soured by Namjoon's overpowering smoke.

Jungkook immediately whimpers and sits bolt upright, displacing the two surrounding him. 

"I take it it's bad news?" Yoongi sighs turning to face the two of you. 

"Pretty much the worst possible," You nod. 

"We basically need to rip it back to the studs," Namjoon admits. 

Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook's scents reach the same melancholy note as Namjoon's almost immediately. 

"Our whole home?" Jimin asks.

"They need to replace all of the pipes in the house. Unfortunately, that means destroying walls and floors," You explain. 

You join the three on the floor and Namjoon makes himself comfortable on the armchair. You all sit with the news for a little while, allowing the severity to marinate within the other members of your group.

"Well," Jin says eventually, "Maybe we can turn this into a blessing... somehow"

"I'm not sure how you're going to put a positive spin on this one doc..." Hoseok answers. 

"Okay, maybe not positive, but definitely not negative," Jin shrugs, "Think of this as an opportunity to remodel to fit you better. Or us... hopefully,"

"Definitely us," Yoongi nods. 

Jin looks elated and continues.

"If we are all able to pitch in, we have a pretty huge budget here, and if I'm not mistaken, you guys own a lot more acreage than the current house is built on right?"

None of you seem to catch on to the wavelength he is putting out.

"It means we can rebuild with more space..." Jin puts it plainly. 

He goes on to talk about things you could do. Hoseok and Yoongi could move their studio inside from the shed and have a properly soundproofed building. Jungkook could have a room for nesting and gaming properly. You could have an actual bedroom instead of the office (the thought of a real mattress delights you, even if you were most likely going to be sleeping in the other's beds from now on). You could even by extra large beds that could fit all of you. It would give you all space for yourselves at the same time as giving you better communal spaces that were better suited to you as an eight-person household now. 

"We could have heating that works!" Jungkook perks up.

"And AC in the summer Bun," Taehyung ruffles the younger man's hair.

Namjoon looks positively pale at the thought of the money they would all be spending. His fingers are digging harshly into the overstuffed arms of the chair he is sitting in. You shoot him a look to check in but he just shakes his head and lets out a deep breath.

"That's going to be a lot of work," He says through gritted teeth, "Someone will have to be home full time to oversee things and not just Jungkook,"

You each look around the room. Jimin had to keep going to the shelter, Namjoon had deadlines creeping too close again, Taehyung was literally the boss, Hoseok still had his human job to keep him afloat, and Jin was not going to be able to take any more time off. 

"I guess I'm quitting my job then..." You announce.

"But then I lose my lunch buddy," Taehyung pouts.

"We can't ask you to quit Y/N, you really wanted that job," Jimin says.

"I really wanted a place to belong, I have that with you guys, the job was just a bonus. I also have it on good authority that the boss really likes me, so I can probably go back in a few months," You wink at Taehyung, "And I guess I'll just have to be your breakfast and dinner buddy for a little while."

“I think I can accept that compromise,” the panda nods.

On a slightly more chipper note than you’d started with, you begin to discuss more additions you could add to the house. Even Namjoon adds in little additions he thinks might be nice like a new office or a library space. 

________________

It took about two weeks for the plumber to get together a crew, he even found a builder that could add on extensions and rebuild for you.

In the meantime, you all made a good temporary home for yourselves at Jin’s place. It wasn’t perfect, in fact far from it, but you found yourselves not caring too much because at least you were together. It was a lot messier than when you moved in. The first day Jin had gone back to work it was like he had forgotten that you would all be at home waiting for him and he looked more than a little frazzled by the clutter that had accumulated in just one day. But that didn’t make him any less thrilled to be scented and kissed as he walked through the door. 

In between shifts and deadlines, you really talked about how much you had to spend and what you think might actually have been worthwhile. For example, if you would use an office space, you definitely didn’t need the vintage arcade game Jungkook had his eye on (Taehyung was still going to buy it for him next solstice though).

You decided it might be a good idea to have individual nooks for each of you too along with group spaces. Originally the house had a room for each member of the pack. Of course, when you moved in that changed because you commandeered Namjoon’s office as a bedroom; He never complained about missing the space though. And then adding Taehyung and Hoseok meant all beds were shared at all times. It seemed like a good idea to have individuality even if it wasn’t often used. You’d been allocated space but kept coming up blank about what you might want in it.

It had taken a few serious talks between Jin and Yoongi to get Namjoon to stop seeing this as a failure on his part and more of an investment. He still had that petulant pout on his lips, but he was much more receptive now. He’d managed to be convinced that this was cosmetic and not a necessity that he needed to provide, dampening his instincts just enough to let you all get away with spending far too indulgently.

You said goodbye at work, only having been there for 6 months meant you only had to give a week's notice anyway. It was a little sad, your first job just for you, but it was definitely the right move. You had much more fun things to do, and honestly, you’d spent more time talking to Tae than you ever had doing actually work, this way Ronnie could hire someone genuinely helpful to her. 

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Work on the house starts on Monday. You visit to talk to the project leads about construction time, but for now there isn’t a lot for you to do. They walk you through finalised plans and you of along like you know exactly what they are talking about. Then they give you an estimate of a month until you can move back into the main house, and 4 months until all the extensions are built. 

The main house would still contain the living room and kitchen, with a downstairs room (although that would no longer belong to Jungkook). And they would knock through upstairs to create two master bedrooms and a shared master bathroom complete with a jacuzzi tub big enough for 8.

You sign off on the final work order and leave the crews to it, buzzing with excitement.

On the way home you grab some takeout brunch from one of Jungkook’s favourite places and take it back with you to Jin’s. The bunny is the only one left in the house, it would likely only be the two of you for a long while as everyone else was on a late shift, or,  in Taehyung’s, had been summoned to spend time with family.

The room is quiet when you enter, with no sounds of video games or movies as you’d expected. You drop the food on the side table and walk through to find Jungkook.

The man is fast asleep still cuddling one of your shirts wrapped around Jimin’s pillow. His rabbit ears twitch as he dreams. He looks so sweet curled up that you consider not waking him, the food will be perfectly fine to reheat later. Just as you start to shuffle back into the hall to grab the takeaway, Jungkook shifts. His honey caramel scent floods the room. He moans in pleasure and his hips rut forward into the nothing beside him.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and hurry back into the hallway pretending not to have seen. However, your brain doesn’t seem to be in a rush to forget the way his lips parted and his tongue pushed out to play with his lip ring as he groaned. You contemplate going into Jin’s room for a while but then you hear him.

“Y/N-ah,” he whines.

He knows you’re there, maybe knows you saw him in the vulnerable stage of a wet dream. You need to go in and own up to what you’ve seen. 

Then it occurs to you, you haven’t actually seen anything you shouldn’t have. Just a member of your pack dreaming. Sure he was potentially dreaming about sex, but that’s not an issue you’d already slept with half the members, the other half on your to-do list. But it still feels dirty.

You skulk back into the room only to realise that Jungkook is still fast asleep. Perhaps in your initial guilt, you had heard something that wasn’t there. 

Jungkook’s hair has fallen over his eyes and he is resting comfortably once more. 

You take the food into the kitchen and place it in the fridge. You tidy up a little and then go and settle next to your youngest pack member. You lay on the pillow next to him content to take a nap with him.

He looks so soft when he is asleep. You reach over and push his hair away from his face just in time for him to once again moan your name. 

Now it feels like he is playing with you.

You’re sure he must be awake. You watch his expression, waiting for a little smile to give him away. And yet it never comes. 

His breathing remains even and his eyelids flutter lightly like those of a peaceful dreamer.

And then his hips rut forward again, this time coming in contact with your leg. He seeks out the contact again, grinding against your leg and whimpering as he does. You try to move away but his arm wraps around your waist, snuggling into your side. 

You’re left with two options: wake the man up, or allow him to get himself off in his sleep using your body.

The sheer awkwardness of waking him up made you seriously consider letting him continue his slumbering efforts. But the thought he could potentially wake up halfway through and find you in this compromising position worried you a little more. You and Jungkook had yet to surpass kissing and this didn’t seem like the best way forward. 

You gently shake his arm to try and wake him calmly, but it doesn’t seem to be working.

“Jungkookie?”

No response other than another kick of his hips.

Jungkook, wake up!” you say more firmly pushing at his arm.

He blinks his eyes open slowly, smiling cutely as he realises he is wrapped around you. That is until he notices the way his hard length is currently squished up against your thigh. He squeaks and his rabbit ears come down to cover his eyes.

“Mm, sorry,” he mumbles.

His hips jut back to release the pressure but his arm remains around your waist. 

“S’okay… Are you hungry? I picked up brunch for us.”

“I’m not hungry… I’m… still sleepy. I was having such a good dream. Do you want to hear about it?” He asks

His ears reveal his face and the expression left behind is not one of guilt or slumber, but of mischief 

“Sure bun, what was it about?” You indulge him.

He scrunches his eyes shut and thinks about it. Then he proceeds to describe the most lewd sex dream you’ve ever heard. If you hadn’t heard the words tumbling from his lips you might’ve assumed one of the others was playing a cruel trick to get you riled up.

It starts in an unassuming fashion, not unlike the situation you find yourselves in now. Jungkook explained that you had gotten into bed with him cuddling close, the main difference being he was already awake. So when you joined him in the dream bed he took the opportunity to roll on top of you, kissing you passionately.

He shuffled up the bed so he was able to whisper the rest of his dream into your ear. You bite your lip as he explains all the things he did to you in the dream world and likewise the things you did to him. 

When he finishes his tale he pulls back just far enough to gauge the expression on your face. He must like what he sees because he looks far too smug with himself. 

"Do you want to try some of those things with me?" he asks, trying his best to sound innocent.

“I'm sure we could give them a go. Where did you want to start?"

Instead of a real answer, he just decides to get started. He shuffles you both around until he is lying on top of you. Your wrists are pinned under his hands, pulled high above your head.

He grinds his erection against your mound, then leans in for a kiss. He teases your lips with his tongue, alternating between kitten licking the top and bottom lip. Once or twice, it seems like he is going to kiss you properly, but instead, he just nibbles at your mouth, making it bruised and plump.

"I’m so glad we are alone for this," Jungkook groans

"Since when don't you like to share?" you raise an eyebrow.

"I love to share, just not you, not now,” he clarifies.

With that, the bunny seems to tire of words. His mouth reattaches to yours with renewed fervour, and his hands begin to travel down the length of your arms. His fingertips tickle as they drag down to your shoulders. You squirm in his hold.

Like this, you can really feel how much the man must work out when none of you are home. His chest presses down against yours as he takes his fill of you. As his hands reach your shoulders, his lips move to your chin, and then your throat, and then the fabric of your shirt. He grumbles as he reaches for the offending fabric.

"Can you take this off?” he asks tugging at your shirt with his teeth.

"Only is you do the same,”

He wastes no time. He sits up, absently rubbing his crotch against yours again in the process. His baggy shirt is launched to the opposite side of Jin's living room. Then he whines when he realises you didn't move quite as quickly.

"Well I can't really do a lot with you or top of me Kookie,” you point out.

He scrambles to the side and helps you up. His fingers wrap around the bottom of your shirt and you raise your arms. His hands brush against your torso on the way up and rush back to your sides when the garment is gone. He squeezes your sides and revels in the feel of your bare skin under his touch.

"Remind me, what happened next in your dream?" you ask, regarding him with hooded eyes.

“Something like this,” 

He pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. His teeth make a home in your shoulder, biting deep into the soft section between your neck and the bone. You yelp and he giggles, enjoying the pain he has wrought. 

"That's going to leave a mark,” you sulk.

"Good it's supposed to, I want them all to know what we got up to while they were all stuck at their boring jobs. Want them to know what they are really missing out on.” 

He takes another couple of bites, not quite as deep, but enough to leave purpling bruises behind. 

“Can’t wait to have you writhing underneath me as I have you all to myself, just like my dream,” He moans into your skin.

“You’re talking a big game for a man who has yet to get past heavy petting,” you goad. 

He takes the bait immediately.

He tugs harshly at your waistband to rid you of your trousers and underwear in one go. You hear a seam rip as they descend to your knees. He bites into your thigh like it’s an apple, leaving you surprised his cute bunny teeth don’t come back covered in blood. He manoeuvres himself under your legs, the placements of your bottoms locking you around his neck. His hands soothe your thighs coaxing them to bend and let him between them properly. 

You gladly comply.

He puts his tongue to good use, exploring your heat thoroughly, drinking you in before settling on a leisurely pace, occasionally sucking on the hood of your clit. It’s nice, but not what you had been expecting.

“Kookie?”

“Mmmh?” He mumbles into your pussy.

“Have you ever done this before?”

His head pops in from between your legs, chin glistening with you.

“Well… no… but it can’t be that dissimilar to a blowjob right?”

“I mean… I have very little comparison, but I’m fairly certain that isn’t true,”

“Did it feel bad?” He looks very disheartened by the prospect of disappointing you, “I promise I’m more than capable of learning, and Jimin says my fucking is unrivalled,” he babbles nervously.

“It felt nice Bun, it just occurred to me that you said you were never really around women, it had me curious. Plus I’ve never… my husband wasn’t really into giving me head so I don’t exactly have a wide repertoire of experience either, I wondered if other women liked that a lot,” You reassure him.

“Tell me what you want from me and I’ll do it, we can learn together” he promises.

“Okay,” You nod and his head dips back down.

He starts off hesitantly this time, the tip of his tongue flicking against areas he thinks might garner a reaction.

“Hoseok said you should use your fingers like you’re summoning someone to you, that felt nice,” you suggest

Jungkook nods and his fingers join his mouth on your pussy. He doesn’t think to warm you up first. Two long fingers push inside of you, dragging against your tight walls making you groan from the discomfort. You swear and grab at his hair. His fingers don’t hesitate though.  You wriggle to alleviate the pressure. You bite your lip and mumble out a swear word.

When his fingers are fully inside he curls them gently. It doesn’t take long for the digits to start causing pleasure alongside the ache. You can feel the way he grins against your folds as your moans turn to obvious enjoyment. His fingers are much longer than Jimin’s and thicker than Hobi’s and the feeling is more intense. 

As soon as you start getting comfortable with the sensation, so does he. He changes the pattern of his movements, scissoring his fingers apart and moving them independently from one another. He stretches you so well that you barely feel the third finger sneak in until he is moving it in tandem with the first two.

“Is this okay?” He asks, wide eyes peering up at you.

“Amazing,” You confirm, “Try sucking on my clit, Jimin poked his tongue under the hood and pressed hard, that felt so good,”

The mention of Jimin’s name seems to spark something competitive in Jungkook. His mouth attaches to your sensitive nerves with somewhat of a vendetta. You pull harshly at his already disheveled locks but it doesn’t deter him. You try to pull away, just a little, but the jeans around your knees keep your legs where they are around his shoulders. You can’t escape the overbearing touches. For something Jungkook has never done before he sure is a quick study.

You cum hard all over his fingers, drenching him in the process; he doesn’t seem to mind though as his tongue finally relinquishes your clit and ventures down to clean his fingers as they come out of you.

“Was I good?” He asks vulnerability written all over his face.

“So good,” You pant.

He unhooks your legs from around him and springs up to face level. He doesn’t even give you the chance to take a full breath before he kisses you. An open mouth kiss that is more passion than precise, messy in its execution. You can taste yourself almost too much and it makes you shiver in his arms.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” He announces, matter of factly.

He removes your jeans the rest of the way and kneels to shuck off his own bottoms. You watch as his length springs free from its confines, surprised to see exactly what Jungkook is working with. He is bigger than the others, longer with a slight curve; just the sight has you rubbing your legs together like a cricket in anticipation. He watches you almost as hungrily as he prepares himself, reaching under the sofa cushions and coming back with a condom. You’re unsure of who put them there, but you are very grateful for it.

“Flip over for me,” Jungkook says as he taps at your hip.

You roll over into the centre of the air mattress and naturally present your bum, pushing your hips in his direction. He takes each cheek in each hand and squeezes. His fingernails dig into the juicy flesh.

“So pretty,” He whispers more to himself than you, but he still has you blushing into the pillow under your face. 

He makes himself comfortable behind you, the bed dipping. The air mattress is far more sensitive to your movements than you might’ve thought. 

You arch your back a little more to make it easier for him to reach underneath you.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“More than,” You nod.

One of his hands leaves your backside to help guide himself in. He sinks in slowly with a drawn-out moan

“So warm,” 

He melts over your back covering your body with his as he gets used to the feeling of you around him. 

“Hyungs are always so tight, but they are never this warm. Just lube never feels this good,” he babbles in your ear. 

His hips start moving in small circles, penetrating you deeply. Even those small movements have you biting the pillow as you can feel him almost in your stomach from the angle he’s at. You naturally squeeze around him. 

When he starts to pull back the bed moves a little around you. Each time he thrusts the mattress bounces. You kneel up and try to scramble for purchase, holding on to the edge of the sofa cushions for some semblance of stability as his rhythm speeds up. His hands plant themselves firmly onto your hips as he drives forward, making your knees buckle slightly under the pressure.

“Kook…ie” You moan brokenly.

H has you panting into the sofa with each thrust 

“Knew you’d like this,” He says cockily, “Even Joonie likes this,”

He keeps going, harder and faster. Just when you think his stamina must be about to give way, he manages to power through. Your entire body shakes as he makes you cum on his cock, trying desperately to stay balanced between the movement of the bed and the power of his hips. 

“You get so tight when I do that, I want to do it forever,”

“He can you know…” a smug voice comes from the entranceway. 

Jungkook stops suddenly, buried deep inside of you as you both turn to look towards the sound

Taehyung stands in the doorway looking at you both with intrigue. His eyes rake over the both of you unabashedly. 

“I’m so glad I decided to come home for lunch… Mind if I take a better seat?” He asks.

Jungkook whines at the thought and you can’t see a reason to protest. The panda sits directly in front of you on the sofa. He moves the sweaty hair away from your forehead and helps you to manoeuvre your hands onto his knees. 

“Come on then bunny, show her what you can really do,” he says to the man behind you while meeting your eyes. 

Jungkook happily complies, his punishing rhythm returning in full force.

“That’s a good boy,” He praises.

Taehyung reaches over you to pinch at Jungkook’s cheeks then slip his thumb into the bunny’s mouth. You can hear the sucking sound behind you and you long to turn your head to look but Jungkook is pounding into you too mercilessly for you to even attempt to crane your neck away from Taehyung’s lap. 

Taehyung’s free hand strokes at your hair, occasionally tugging at the tangles. You can barely focus on the feeling.

You register that he leans across you, they whisper between them and Taehyung chuckles ominously. Jungkook leans over you further, his weight pressing down on your back. One of his hands slips from your hip to the small of your back, pushing against you. The other appears underneath you, fumbling until he blindly discovers your clit. 

His thrusts turn sloppy as he tries to focus on drawing circles into your skin.

“Good boy,” Taehyung praises him. 

Jungkook’s moans have become a much higher pitch since Taehyung came home.

You dig your teeth into Taehyung’s jeans as you cum a third time. This time you milk Jungkook’s cock. He cums hard, groaning and panting as his hand falls away and his entire weight slumps on top of you. He pulls you back with him so you both fall squarely on the bed, and that’s the last thing he manages coherently for a while. 

He becomes a mumbling clingy mess for the next ten minutes, mouthing at any bare skin he can reach. Taehyung helps to remove the solid blanket from beneath the two of you and then rolls the condom off of Jungkook. The younger man twitches from the overstimulation but you don’t miss the way he starts to chub up a little again.

“Insatiable that boy,” Taehyung shakes his head “Can’t wait to explore that properly when we have more space.”

“Me either,” Jungkook says, finally coming around.

He nuzzles into your back sleepily with the clear intention of not moving for a long time.

“Oh no you don’t bunny,” Taehyung kicks at Jungkook’s shoulder, “You do not go to town on a woman like that and not clean her up afterwards.”

Jungkook nods as if he hadn’t thought about it. And maybe it had really never occurred to him, so used to be looked after by those around him. 

He manages to drag himself up and out of bed shuffling off in the direction of Jin’s linen closet. It leaves you feeling a little cold in the bed with Taehyung peering over you, amusement clear on his face.

“You really should be careful riling him up when you’re alone together, bunny’s are notorious for their… stamina,” Taehyung chuckles.

“I can handle it,” You yawn.

Jungkook comes back to the bed with a damp flannel and a pair of Namjoon’s pjs. He cleans you up carefully, making you twinge a little as he rounds the still-tender parts. Then he helps you into Namjoon’s clothes.

“I have my own PJ’s” You point out.

“Don’t you want to see Namjoon’s face when he comes home and you’re wearing that and stinking of me?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eye.

He raises an excellent point.

“Are you hungry yet?” You ask.

“Nope… still sleepy…” Jungkook yawns

He then smothers you with his body, forcing you to lie down with him. He looks pointedly past you towards Taehyung, insinuating he should also be getting into bed with the pair of you.

“I’m supposed to be going back to the office…” Taehyung points out.

He looks at the door halfheartedly like he might move, and then he shakes his head. He takes off his jacket and kicks off his jeans then clambers onto the air mattress beside you. He slings his arm across the two of you and settles in for the long haul, the rest of the workday and his family obligations abandoned. 

_________

The others start to filter into the house around nine. 

Jimin arrives first, whining when he sees Taehyung cuddled in the bed with snacks scattered all around you.

“I’m never going to work again,” He pouts.

The redhead’s sulk last only a few minutes. As soon as Taehyung gets his hands on him, he crumbles, giving in to kisses and abandoning his empty threats.

Namjoon came home next, and Jungkook was right, wearing his pyjamas and been the best idea. The man's eyes bugged out of his head the moment he entered the building. He was less than impressed to find the four of you just giggling at him. His sulking was also easily turned around by Jimin and Jungkook crawling into his lap and scenting him for a solid half an hour.

They are still mid-scent when Yoongi and Hobi walk in. Yoongi had decided it’d be nice to pick Hoseok up from work and grab a late dinner from the Chinese down the road. They can’t help themselves from laughing when they see the scent-drunk state that you’ve riled Namjoon into between the lot of you. They sit on the sofa and hand out various containers of rice, noodles, and dumplings 

Namjoon insists on feeding you each a bite from his container but he is able to start eating himself, and it escapes no one's notice that he leaves a dumpling aside for Jin to have later on. 

Finally an hour later a very weary Jin stumbles in looking worse for wear after a very long day of saving lives. As soon as he reaches the side of the airbed Taehyung tugs him down with surprising force. The airbed bounces, pushing Jimin off of the edge. Jimin grumbles and moves to sit on the sofa between Hoseok and Yoongi instead. They each reach an arm around him, cheering him up instantly and everyone’s attention returns to Jin.

The eldest lays his head in Namjoon’s lap, allowing you each to feed him leftovers with his eyes shut enjoying the attention. It’s been very clear since you all moved in that Jin was never supposed to live alone, he relished coming home and being pampered by doting mates. And, helpfully, you all relished pampering him.

 When the food is gone, his eyes reopen and he blesses each of you with a smile. He sits up straighter, leaning his back against Namjoon’s chest.

“Did everyone have a good day?” He asks.

“Jungkook and Y/N definitely did,” Jimin says

“Hmm, I can smell that… So everyone is in a good mood then?” Jin probes.

“Yes… why?” Namjoon asks suspiciously

“I wanted to talk about the help that Jungkook wants to get. Now the renovations are underway, I spoke to a colleague of mine that has some room on his schedule for a new client…”

Jungkook’s ears perk up and his scent begins to burn at the edges. Instinctively Namjoon reaches out and pulls the youngest towards him. Jin turns to Jungkook and tries to soothe him. A low growl emits from his chest.

“You wouldn’t have to go alone, you can start with family counselling, take anyone of us you wish. I would suggest Namjoon but I think he needs therapy of his own first,” Jin glares at Namjoon

Namjoon clears his throat sheepishly and the grumble stops. 

“Y/N will you go with me? You know because then no one has to take off work to go with me and I know you’ll make me stay when I want to run.” Jungkook asks.

“Are you sure? Don’t you want Yoongi to go instead? I mean of course I will, but I can’t imagine it will be the most comfortable for you,” You voice your concern.

“No, I want you.” He confirms.

“Great,” Jin claps his hands together, “I’ve booked your first appointment for tomorrow so you don’t have time to change your mind,” he announces. 

Then he grabs the TV remote from Yoongi and closes the discussion by turning on a TV show he had recorded to watch later. You all settle in to watch the trash show together. Taehyung and Jimin yawn almost immediately and Jin ushers them away to sleep in his bed.

Namjoon begins snoring softly just before the main plot is revealed and Jin sighs contently as the larger man cuddles him close. Hoseok starts to snore not long after and Jin tells Yoongi to take the slumbering human to his room. 

Having slept most of the day, you and Jungkook were the last men standing, watching the credits roll as Jin rearranged himself and Namjoon to be lying down under the covers. You helped him to remove the bears outside clothes and then the three of you settle in around him. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with the therapy appointment Kookie?” Jin asks ruffling between the bunny’s ears.

“I’m sure,” the youngest nods. 

“Good. And if you’re a really good boy and sit through the whole thing, even if you can’t talk properly, I’ll buy you a nice big treat. Just don’t tell Namjoon,” The doctor winks. 

Jungkook’s scent loses the burnt edge with the promise of a present, easily persuaded.

With that Jin closes his eyes and almost immediately falls asleep. You cuddle yourself into Namjoon’s side and Jungkook spoons around you pulling you closer to him.

“You’ll stay with me the entire time right?” He whispers into your ear.

“I’ll stay with you always Jungkook,” You mumble back to him.

“I’m really glad you’re here Y/N, I’m sorry I wasted so much time when you first joined us.”

“It’s okay,” 

“Y/N?” He asks barely audible

“Hmm,” You answer halfway to sleep.

“I love you,”

He kisses behind your ear and his arm tightens around your waist.

“I love you too,” You sigh contentedly.

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Do you have any recommendations on Dr. Who books/audio format things? I haven't watched the show in a bit because Moffat wasn't my thing and I can't seem to find the old stuff. (If you have any advice on where to find that too I would be very grateful) Following your blog has been a nice reminder of why I liked the show so much. Hope you have a good day!

Aw thank you! Depending on your location, you can find classic who episodes either on BBC iPlayer or Tubi (with ads).

As for books/audios, I'll try to keep this brief as I could write an essay on this.

For books, my favorite author is Kate Orman. Orman writes wonderfully, and my personal favorite is The Year of the Intelligent Tigers. I also really liked Goth Opera, Camera Obscure, History 101, Autumn Mist, Lungbarrow, Divided Loyalties, Somewhere Never etc etc etc etc (so many more but I'm forcing myself to stop here). You can often find free versions of basically every novel (at least all I've looked for) on the internet either as pdfs or epubs or whatever. The Internet Archive is particularly useful. Some examples:

And now for the audios! I personally have sold my soul to Big Finish. I have literally hundreds of recommendations. They do have some audios for free, such as those that came from the Paul Spragg Memorial Competition. You can also find a lot of them (up until Zagreus I think) for free on Spotify. There is also almost always a killer sale going on on the website on top of that too.

As for my recommendations, it's pretty dependent on what Doctor or companion you want to listen to. They even have series centered on UNIT, Romana's Gallifrey, Benny Summerfield, and a ton of other things (including a Masterful special that just had a bunch of Masters fucking around and finding out). I'll put in some of my favorites, one for each Doctor, from what I own (which is far from everything, but I do my best).

One: The Sontarans. It was the first time the Doctor had ever encountered the Sontarans, so he was unfamiliar with them. It takes place during Dalek Master Plan, so Steven and Sara are there.

Two: Lords of the Red Planet! It's a good Ice Warrior origin story and has Jamie and Zoe in it. :)

Three: Terror of the Master. I had pre-ordered it as soon as I heard about it. Three....Delgado Master....what more do you want from an audio? It's narrated by Jon Culshaw.

Four: The Wrath of the Iceni. It was a brilliant historical with Four and Leela and Boudica. Leela gets quite a lesson in this one, first being mad at Four for not helping Boudica and then at Boudica for being cruel.

Okay now we are getting into my favorite Doctors (5-8), so these decisions are going to get difficult.

Five: The Kingmaker! Shakespeare spikes Five's drink to get him absolutely wasted to sneak on the TARDIS, the TARDIS gets hiccups as a result, leading to Peri and Erimem being separated from the Doctor. Shenanigans ensue.

Six: Doctor Who and the Pirates. Six and Evelyn have a really meaningful discussion with one of her depressed students. The third part is a musical!

Seven: The Shadow of the Scourge. Benny Ace and Seven against 8th dimensional eldritch abominations. Seven gets turned into one of these insectoids, and body horror ensues.

Eight: Oh dear I can't choose. At the moment, probably the Great War from Dark Eyes 1. Eight meets Molly and is still grieving here. He is very much doomed by the narrative.

War: The Neverwhen. Lots of the War Doctor is good if you like Time War horror, but this one has a lot of time-as-a-weapon and is well written.

Nine: Battle Scars. A nice short story about that one family Nine saved from the Titanic mentioned in the episode Rose. Has a really fantastic girl in it and a Nine dripping in PTSD.

Ten: The Time Reaver. Ten and Donna! There's this gun that basically slows down time for a single person, so that a few minutes for everyone else is centuries for them. Ten is a self sacrificing dope.

Eleven: The Geronimo boxset is the best in my opinion, but I haven't been able to listen to many of these yet.

Twelve: Another one I haven't managed to buy a lot of yet, but Dead Media is amazing. It's written to sound like a podcast with adverts and everything and is set during his time at St. Luke's. And I cried at the end.

Anyway, I'll shut up now. This was so much fun! Thank you!

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writing idea: dally, Tim, and Sylvia used to be really close friends when they were 13-16, now that Dally’s dead Buck calls Tim and Sylvia for help packing up Dally’s stuff. Basically just Tim and Sylvia becoming friends again and grieving with Buck yk??

Tim got there first, willing himself to enter the room. His hand trembled and his eyes couldn’t move from the slight hole in the door, it was from him and Dally playing around one day. Their own version of bloody knuckles, whoever stopped punching harder than the last person lost. Dally won, broke his knuckle and the door, but won that game. Couldn’t keep the grin off that kids face after.

“Hey, Tim,” It was Sylvia. The only reason she was late was because she had been sitting in one of the booths for the last ten minutes. Dallas and her had been sitting in it one night, both half drunk and giggly. It had happened so fast yet so slow, when Dallas had pulled out a promise ring. They both knew it was bullshit. Married? Them? They both cheated consistently and they both argued constantly. Sylvia still wore the ring.

“Hey, Sylvia,” Tim gets the courage to open the door finally, a weight in his chest. God the room smelled like him even. There was a soft unspoken agreement between the two people in the room currently. Neither were crying, but both were aware the other was on the verge of it and wouldn’t mention it.

“Hey,” Sylvia spoke first, a sad smile and a trembling laugh “remember when we were kids? And me n you had to make some stupid best friend cards in school? We both put stupid, sappy words in it and then sent them to Dallas. Said he hated them,” She turned around and held up two pieces of folded construction paper, one pink and one blue. They were covered in sloppy hearts and smily faces. The pink one was from Tim and the blue from Sylvia.

“Holy shit…” Tim laughed softly, taken the one he was written and slowly opening it, “dear Dally, you are always so kind to me and never, ever try to wet willy me. Thank you for being my bestest friend.!” He turned around before a tear could show itself to Sylvia. The letter found its way into his back pocket.

“Dear Dallas, thank you for not kicking a soccer ball full force at my head!!! I appreshiate apreshiate appreciate it! Thanks for leting me play soccer though :) you’re the only boy who would. Thank you for being my guard dog when Paul the older boys try to make fun of me.” Sylvia was crying as well, but turned around fast enough.

The rest of the time was filed with soft crying and soft laughs when they uncovered a memory. Both had a bunch of things of Dallys they were keeping, and the task of cleaning out Dallas’ room ended with them sitting on the edge of his bed and pulling a trunk from under his bed. It took a bobby pin from Sylvia and a little skill from Tim to open the lock.

The trunk was full of memories. The note Sylvia gave Dallas in fourth grade asking if he wanted to be her boyfriend. The baseball bat Dally and Tim would always hit mailboxes with. It still had the color splotches from when they decided to hit paint buckets with it. It had every single note Tim and Dally ever wrote to eachother in class, along with every note Sylvia wrote him in the halls, some calling him handsome and others calling him a jackass. It had everything.

Sylvia was crying, she couldn’t resist. Her face buried into Tim’s shoulder and Tim rested his chin atop her head, closing his eyes and letting a few tears drop. When they gathered their strength again they split everything in the trunk between themselves, and then stood, carrying a few bags of trash and a one each of memories they planned on keeping.

“Hey uh…You wanna get a drink later?” Tim asks, his voice hoarse

“Oh…I don’t think—“ Sylvia starts and Tim quickly shakes his head,

“Shit—No, I don’t mean like a date. No. I wouldn’t uh…I wouldn’t go for my dead best friends girlfriend. No. Just as…Mourning friends,” he corrects, and Sylvia smiles softly.

“Okay. You wanna meet here tonight? I’m sure Buck’ll give us some free drinks,” she says, glancing back to Buck who was leaning against the counter, adjacent to the stool Dally always sat in.

“Yeah. I’ll see you here at nine.”