#like i said i feel like he gets a bad wrap/people think hes super ooc from his canon just based on my art alone

[choccy-milky]

oh boy anon, you’ve activated my trap card. GET READY FOR A SEBASTIAN CHARACTER ANALYSIS ESSAY BELOW LMAO

ok so first off I know im obvs biased, but I don’t actually think my seb is that ooc, AND PUT DOWN YOUR PITCHFORKS IMMA EXPLAIN WHY. but im also gonna explain why I don’t think the other more friendly and lighthearted renditions of seb are ooc either. bc theres so many aspects of seb we get in the game that can be interpreted in so many diff ways, and so this is how i see it/landed on MY rendition of seb:

PROTECTIVENESS/POSSESSIVENESS: this is one of the main aspects of him, imo. his entire questline is about wanting to cure anne, and how he’s not giving up, and how he believes that HE is the only one that can do it, because “she’s MY sister!” seb is super tunnel visioned and has a one-track mind when it comes to this, and I headcanon that he’s this way because of their parents deaths. he’s the brother, the boy, he’s gotta be strong for his sister, and ofc when their parents died, he tries to comfort her and be there for her/be the rock, and it happens again when she’s sick. shes his sister, his responsibility, and he’ll die before he gives up on her and her safety.

SO, I just transfer all those aspects over to a romantic relationship instead. you just replace “shes my sister” with simply, “she’s mine/my gf/my wife/etc.” and in the same way I think seb tries to be strong and reliable and protect anne because he’s the brother, I think seb would be the same way in a relationship, because he’s a boy and she’s a girl and its 1890 and he’s chivalrous and he just sees it as his responsibility. I think the death of his parents and his dynamic with anne has baked this sort of mindset into him, and its even MORE intense in a romantic aspect, because then hormones and puberty and sexual tension and attraction is involved (plus the fact that seb in my fic is 17, so he’s older and has even stronger raging hormones and testosterone LOL.

JEALOUSY: who can forget the lines “between the two of you, I’m starting to feel left out” and “ominis simply needs a moment with you and he’ll change his mind. is that it?” the first one is more playful but I feel like the second one really showcases sebs brand of jealousy, and how biting and uncharitable it can be.

AGGRESSION/VIOLENCE: yet another iconic line with: “fine. but ominis knows, I won’t step back from a fight.” LIKE... the fact that apparently ominis knows this means its come up more than once…and im not saying seb is some unruly aggressor who flies off the handle at anything, but he defs has a capacity and is willing to get violent if HE believes the situation calls for it—basically the same way he feels about the dark arts. he felt justified using imperio to protect anne, and taking the relic to save anne, and so he would have fought ominis to get out of the catacomb. and with MY seb, while he doesn’t go picking fights with any boy who looks or gets close to clora, he’ll definitely be willing to beat up or lay hands on a creep who bothers clora/who is in the process of bothering her LOL.

SO YEAH, that’s pretty much it, and I’ll be the first to admit I definitely ramp up these traits further because he’s older in my fic and i think these traits would only get more intensified with age + being in love and also bc IM A TWILIGHT GIRLIE!!! what can I say. there are so many moments in my fic where you can just replace seb with edward and it wouldn’t seem out of place tbh LMAOO so blame twilight, it was a formative experience for me BAHAHA

BUT like I ALSO said, I don’t think peoples more lighthearted interpretations of seb are ooc either. because even all my earlier above examples, you can just focus on diff aspects of them. like his tunnel vision and obsession to cure anne? instead of seeing it as over the top protective and possessive, you can just view it in a more wholesome determined selfless sort of way. like I said we got so many nice little bits and ingredients of his personality that we can turn into anything we want, really👌just pick which flavour of seb u like best and use what we got in game to create it HAHA

AW TYY QUEEN BAHAHA💖 and aw im always so honoured when ppl tell me they consider my stuff canon that’s like the best compliment I can get, tysm 😭 and im glad you like my fic and art so much (enough for your friends and family to unfortunately know💀 LMAOO)

im adding your ask to this because it kinda ties into my seb essay. LETS GET INTO WHY A SWEET BABY ANGEL WOULD LIKE SOMEONE LIKE SEB. the answer ISSS: the same reason WE’RE also all into him I guess?? BAHHA

ok but to start off im gonna defend my seb, not only cause of what you said anon (i dont want you to feel like this is targeted to you!) but also bc I got an ask recently asking me to summarize seb and clora’s relationship since all they see from my art is that “they fuck and seb is possessive” LMAO, and I feel like ppl who JUST see my art and don’t read my fic have a warped image of my seb.

this may be shocking but I don’t consider my seb a red flag LMAO. I joke about how hes more of a pink flag tbh, but even THAT i dont even really believe, and don’t even consider him overly possessive. like yes he keeps an eye on her when shes hanging around other boys, but I feel like that’s normal (esp for 1890) and all of his most possessive moments have been when theres been a threat to cloras life/coming from a place of love and protection (especially since clora is so self-sacrificial, she’d have killed herself by now if not for seb LOL) so to me id actually put Sebastian as being PROTECTIVE as his first and foremost trait, followed by the possessiveness.

and yeah he gets jealous, but unless a dude is actively trying to get with her/hitting on her/harassing her, he’ll otherwise just kinda be unhappy about it/let it play out/ watch on unhappily LOL. and even when lawley was blackmailing clora and getting in between her and sebs relationship and lying about how close he and clora were, seb demanded answers from CLORA on what was happening between the two of them, but he didn’t touch lawley or tell him to stay away. bc seb thought that was what clora wanted, so he let her drift away. if he was TRULY a red flag, in this instance he would have just beat up lawley for taking what was "his"/not allow clora to leave him/immediately go to lawley instead of clora, and tell him to stay away despite what clora might want. (and clora even WISHED seb had interfered and done this. she was like 'why is he letting me drift away and go off with lawley i WANT him to fight for me...but she couldn't actually say anything thanks to the blackmail)

clora doesn’t just 'put up' with sebs more possessive and protective behaviour though, she actually likes it HAHA. just bc shes a precious baby angel, we all like a bad boy, even back then. just look at jane eyre, and how popular the dark and brooding and assholey mr. rochester was.

she tells seb at one point that she likes those things about him, even his immature competitive side, and his darker sides, and that he shouldn’t try to hide them or change himself because she accepts them. and even putting aside all of the stuff they’ve been through together that has bonded them (like the main canon quests + annes curse and then CLORA being cursed, and then clora being kidnapped and seb saving her) clora thought seb was roguish and charming and witty and intelligent and good looking from day 1. add to the fact that he’s just so devoted to her in everything he does, that even if he CAN get a bit overbearing at times, how could you NOT fall for someone like that😩 someone whose possessive behavior just stems from wanting to protect you and love you and want to keep you safe and cherish you like DAMN…. GET ME A SEB, TOO. WHERES MINE!!!😭😭

clora also realizes in ch 32 WHY seb is so protective of her (the trauma with his parents and wanting to be there for anne) and that she accepts it, and enjoys it, and that she might even MISS it if seb were to ever get less protective of her/might get lonely LOL, and then sebs like "i’ve "spoiled you, have i?"

so YEAH I don’t think sebs protectiveness and possessiveness goes into any toxic territory or red flag territory PERSONALLY (and the time that it DID get toxic was because of the relic, and clora DID put her foot down)

but my normal seb? whose dream in life is to whisk clora away into a tower and lock her up to keep her safe and keep her all to himself, but that he’d never ACTUALLY do because he knows its insane and unreasonable but jokes about wanting to do it anyway bc he would if clora agreed? clora finds that endearing and cute and is touched by how much he loves her and wants to keep her safe.

IN CLOSING: I LOVE THEM YOUR HONOUR AND THEY LOVE EACH OTHER👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

[midnight-talescape]

𝒜𝓅𝒽𝓇𝑜𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒾𝒶𝒸 (𝑀𝒾𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒪’𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

Kinktober Day 13: Size difference + Heartbeat

They’re very much implied okay, there are very few people who is larger then Miguel mkay?

But like yeah this man totally gaslighted you, also like soft Miguel. Wanted to try something different, no im not just bad.

Warning: Size difference, gaslighting, ooc, etc, etc you get the point not for kid

Genre: filthy filthy smut

Word Count: 2315

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Your boss is hot.

Like really really hot and like a super nice person.

The last time you said this out loud, a few of the other spiders looked at you like you were crazy, while Jessica just laughed and said,

“I can't deny the fact that he’s hot, but a nice person?”

You open your mouth ready to defend your boss’s honor when your spider sense tingles.

“What are you guys doing here?” came a cold voice behind you,

Almost immediately everyone dispersed, within seconds until it was just you and Jessica that's still standing in front of Miguel.

“Boss!” You yelled excitedly before dive-bombing into his chest,

Miguel automatically caught you in his arm, your body nearly disappearing into his body as he wrapped his arm around you, saying gruffly,

“Stop doing that, little spider.”

You closed your eyes, smushing your face onto his pecs.

“But your hug is so nice, boss… I can stop if you don't like it…” you sound a little disappointed and begin to let go of Miguel,

With a sigh, Miguel pushed you back into his arm and tightened his hold on you,

“Fine, you can keep hugging me… just… just don't make this into a regular thing…”

Jessica raised her eyes as she saw the scene unfold in front of her, she could have sworn she just saw something like possessiveness in Miguel’s eyes.

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You like your boss.

Not in a lovey-dove way, god no…

At least you don't think it's in a lovey-dovey way.

He’s just so pretty and… and… he’s just so pretty and hot! Like look at him!

You used to be able to ignore it because of how scared of him you were.

Then like you saw him one time. One fucking time! Looking at the video of him and his daughter, looking super sad, kinda like a giant sick puppy left in the rain horrible example Your brain was immediately overtaken with the thought,

I can fix him!

Ezekiel said your instinct to want to cure people of their sadness, or quote on quote fix people, stems from the fact that you wish someone fixed your younger self or something like that.

You stopped listening after the first 2 lines, already on your way to hug Miguel.

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Miguel's attempt to stop you from hugging him was futile.

You were quite stubborn and you have concluded that the man is touch-starved. So it's only natural that you made it your mission to make your boss feel loved.

Your conclusion is correct as Miguel seems to get softer with you as time goes on.

This shocks Peter to no end, and after hearing your conclusion of Miguel being touched starved, immediately attempts to hug Miguel.

He had to go to the nurse after Miguel threw him through a wall in surprise.

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You were talking to one of the spider people when you received a notification from your watch that Miguel wanted you in his office.

You hastily said goodbye before swinging your way to Miguel’s office.

A few minutes later you arrived in front of his office and knocked on the door.

There was no answer and after a few minutes of waiting you got a little worried, you could have sworn you heard someone groaning in there.

In a split second, you burst through the door and nearly had a heart attack when you saw Miguel curled up on the floor.

“Boss! Are you okay?!”

“C-close the door…fuck!” Miguel groaned out, his face flushing pink,

You quickly slammed the door shut and kneeled next to Miguel.

“Shit! Boss, are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?” You rambled on nervously as you held Miguel up in your arms,

Miguel groaned into your arm as he tried to get up,

”I’m fine, little spider,” Miguel managed between labored breaths, “I accidentally injected myself with some aphrodisiac, the vial wasn't labeled…”

Your eyes widen in alarm as he said that, finally noticing the shattered vial near Miguel,

“Will you be okay, boss? Do you need me to take you to the infirmary? What's an aphrodisiac?!”

Miguel coughed before looking up at you, a faint blush barely visible on his tan face as he stopped you from dragging him out the door,

“N-no, wait! It's- it's best if I don't go to the infirmary for this…”

You stopped and blinked slowly as you looked at him questioningly.

“Aphrodisiac is a chemical substance that… increases sexual desire and arousal. I would rather not go to the infirmary for this…” Miguel explained as his face burned in embarrassment,

“O-oh…” you said quietly as you froze and finally noticed the bulge in Miguel’s suit,

Noticing your rigid body, Miguel's voice was hoarse as he said,

“I know this is going to sound bad, but… do you think you can help me with my… problem?”

“W-what?” You spluttered out confused,

“I know it's an abrupt request and highly unprofessional, but you will help me right, little spider?” Miguel looked up at you, his face covered in a thin sheen of sweat,

Any question you have regarding why was there aphrodisiacs in his office, and hesitation was immediately thrown out the window when Miguel looked at you.

Your boss is asking you to help him! Your beautiful, sexy, walking dilf of a man, dominating boss who never asks for help is asking you for help!

Who can say no to a beautiful sexy hunk like him?! WHO CAN?!

You sure as hell can’t.

Almost immediately you nodded your head,

“Y-yes…of course! Anything to help you, boss….” you said your mind completely dazed from the fact that your sexy boss was asking you for help,

“I knew I could trust you, little spider…” Miguel said as he wrapped his arm around you tightly, a dark look in his eyes that screamed danger, "You're going to help me with all my problems, aren't you?"

You nodded your head, not fully understanding what you had just agreed to…

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Your eyes sting with tears as you try not to gag on Miguel’s cock. Desperately relaxing your throat as Miguel grabbed your hair and deepthroated you.

You could feel your throat stretching around Miguel's cock, saliva that you can't swallow dripped down your chin and onto the floor as Miguel roughly fuck your throat.

Miguel kept pushing you down onto his cock, forcing you to take more of his length. Your lips were taut as you worked around his thick girth, the sensation of his cock forcing its way deeper into your mouth causing tears to fall from your eyes. Your mind was dazed and blurry from the taste and smell of Miguel that seemed to surround you.

"F-fuck! Little spider, you were made for this…" Miguel groaned as he felt your tongue wrapped around his cock, your face red with effort,

You out a loud gasp as Miguel forced his entire cock into your throat, groaning as your gasp send tiny vibration up his cock.

Grunting, Miguel wiped away your tears before wrapping his hand around your throat.

You let out a cry as he gripped tightly around his cock through your throat, your throat raw from the rough way he was thrusting into you.

"You're doing so well, little spider…" Miguel groaned as he looked down at your teary face,

You look so fucking beautiful with your face red, tears running down your face, and your mouth stuffed full of his cock.

With a grunt, he reached his climax and shot his cum into your throat.

You instinctively tried to back away when you felt Miguel cumming inside your mouth, but Miguel forced your head to stay still, grunting as he said,

“Stay still for me, little spider. Be a good girl for me, will you?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your eyes as you forced yourself to stay still, you can feel the thick stream of cum filling you up.

After a few minutes, Miguel removed his cock from your throat, leaving you coughing and spluttering.

Tilting your head up, Miguel wiped away the cum that you couldn't swallow before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“You did great, Cariño…”

You looked up at him your mind still a little dazed with a single question on your mind,

“A-Are you feeling better, boss?”

Hearing your question, Miguel groaned as he felt himself harden again.

Fuck, she will be the death of me one day

Miguel lowered his eyes and lifted you onto his lap, before saying calmly,

“I'm afraid that wasn't enough, little spider… Do you trust me?”

Shivering you nodded your head.

Your boss will never lie to you, right?

“This will be a little painful, so hold on okay, little spider?” Miguel said before pushing you down onto his cock,

Your cries of agony echoed through the room as Miguel thrust into you, your body being stretched open on his cock.

Your cunt stretching painfully taunt around his cock, to the point where it looks opaque and ready to tear at any moment.

With each thrust, you could feel your insides stretching around his cock, stretching farther than they ever had before. Miguel's hands were tight around your hips as he kept your shaking body still, as he ignored your cry of agony and fucked into your tiny body.

It was more than painful, it felt like he was ripping your body apart with his cock. Your body ached, and your eyes were glassy from crying. Your cunt tightened around Miguel's cock as he continued his brutal assault on your body.

You let out a scream as you came onto his cock, Miguel grunt as he felt your wall tighten to a point its hard for him to move.

“F-fuck… relax a little, Cariño… you’re too fucking tight… shit I forgot how tiny you are compared to me…” Miguel panted into your ears as he plunge his cock farther and farther into you,

“S-stop, boss…haaaa… it hurts… I’m full!” You cried out desperately,

Miguel tightened his grip on your waist, his claw digging into your skin as he growled,

“Call me by my name, little spider…”

You clawed at his back leaving behind claw mark as you cried out again,

“M-miguel! P-please! I'm so full, t-too big!”

Satisfied Miguel slowed down a little allowing you to adjust as he kissed your neck and shoulder, leaving behind bruise and bite mark.

“And yet, you’re doing such a great job taking in my cock, my sweet spider…”

Your mouth opens moaning loudly as the pain subsides into pleasure.

“M-Miguel…t-too fast… i-im gonna cum…g-gonna cum again…” you babbled out your body covered in your slick and sweat,

Miguel's lip curled into a snarl as he began thrusting into you faster,

“Cum for me, little spider… Give yourself to me…” he dug his fang into your neck,

Your back arched and your mouth opened into a silent scream as you came into an agonizing high, your body shaking violently.

Pushing you onto his chest, Miguel slid his hand down your body to your ass, kneading it gently as your body shudder from your orgasm.

“H-hurt… it hurt… Miguel… no more…”

Miguel kissed your head as he ignored your pleas ramming into your body roughly as he tried to comfort you,

“Shhh, it's okay you can take so much more, little spider… just focus on me…fuck you’re tight…”

Panting you leaned your head against Miguel's chest, desperately trying to focus on his erratic heartbeat as he fuck you.

With a growl and a final brutal thrust, Miguel came inside you, filling your body with his cum.

Your leg shakes as he cum inside you, painting your wall white and you groan as you felt your stomach bloated out.

“Gonna stuff you with my cum, little spider… I will make you mine…” Miguel panted into your ears not even bothering to stop as his cock harden once more,

Picking you up and earning a gasp from you, he slammed you into the window. Miguel grabbed both of your legs and hooked them onto his shoulders, forcing you into a mating press before slamming into you deeper than before.

“Haaaaa… M-miguel stop… p-people will see…” you cried out trying to push him away from you,

“Then let them see, let them see who you belong to…” Miguel pushes down on the bulge in your stomach causing you to lose all your thought process, as you orgasm for the 6th time this night,

Miguel tilts your head up pulling you into a kiss and forcing you to kiss back.

“Say you love me, my little spider… say you love me…”

You couldn't hear what he was saying as your mind was just so fucked. Unhappy with your silence, Miguel dug his claw into your ass and grind his dick against your g-spot.

Your eyes flew open and you let out a loud cry,

“I-i love you… Miguel, I love you… please stop!”

“Good girl…” Miguel practically purred out as his pace got more and more brutal,

He's not letting you go, not until your soul, body, and heart all belong to him…

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Miguel snarled as he saw you talking to one of the spider person.

You belong to him and no one else, how dare your attention be on anyone but him?

You don't love him, he can tell.

You don't love anyone.

The report Ezekiel gave him clearly stated your inability to feel love for anyone or anything, only the ability to fake it.

It doesn't matter, he will be the closest thing to love you will ever feel.

He will make sure of it…

He grabbed a vial of aphrodisiac he got and injected it into him, before picking up his watch and messaging you,

Come to my office immediately…

[an-angel-in-the-garden]

hi hi~ it is I your friendly neighborhood vulture here to pick ur lovely brain ~

Ok ok so imagine slashers ( michael (ur choice of version) , asa , Billy and stu (poly) and Jesse) coming home after a long day just to tired to deal and either seeking out or allowing their s/o to comfort them ~ whether just headcanons or head cannons and ficlet I'll let u decide~

Hello my darling birdie!!! I'm so happy to see you here! Welcome to my garden hope you stay awhile just try not to pull to many flowers this time kay ^v^ And as my best vulture I did both! CW: Blood, murder in passing ,obsessives behavior ,Just the normal slasher stuff and slight NSFW, OOC slashers and Not beta read or edited

Michael the RZ version

It's been a long day first having to go shopping for the week then cleaning to get rid of all the stains still left behind meant you were tired it seemed however you weren't the only busy one. Michael had be gone since early morning a pat on the head was all you gotten before he headed out and now slightly past 1 he was back. The echo of his boot steps were purposeful as he shut the door the cling of his knife hitting the counter ever more audible before the creek of the stairs let you know what the "plan" was. It doesn't take long for him to reach the bedroom and unlike most nights where the two of you would lay down and enjoy bliss each others comfort this time it was clear another approach would have to be taken. Michael now stood at the doorway mask dyed red and breathing heavy, whatever happen was not the outcome he wanted so with slow careful steps you began step one.

Michael no matter what is not one to seek comfort or affection it is something you have to be will to initiate willing and be willing to go slow with

Bathing is a good way to make him feel relaxed and if he tired or having a bad day its what he want and its one of the few times he's quick to remove him make you touching his hair makes him very happy

After a nice bath he wants but wont say he wants cuddle's and the start of step two

Sit on his lap and just let him hold you in a soft voice talk about you day or plans for the week or just things you enjoy its a bit of domestic life that makes him warm

turn a movie on and stay close run you hands through his hair and just exists with him for a while now for the best part

Once he's calmed down two things could happen one is that he'll pull you both down to the bed curled up with you in his arms and the sound of a movie still playing in the background letting himself fully relax

Option two is less common but more enjoyable Michael will move both you and him to the table in the room covered in his craft supplies where hell being working on his paper mache mask, asking you for input or wanting you to join if you fall asleep that's fine he's more the content just having you there

Stu Matcher and Billy Loomis

Its not hard to tell when one of them is having a hard day. After a long day of classes and keeping up with everyone Billy was exhausted had told but you and Stu as much more then one and Stu wasn't much better it seemed. Any plans that had been made were canceled as you told your boys it would be a good day for a date in, some cheesy slasher flicks tons of snacks and ordering food was the new plan. Telling everyone good bye then heading back to your place the the boys are quick to make themselves at home Stu starts by ordering dinner for the three of you Billy picks out a few movies and you head to the kitchen to make the snacks. It about an hour before everything is fully ready and with the date night begins with Stu being the first to say he needs some affection after the long day. Though he doesn't say anything at first Billy is fast to act on said affection once its shown leaning over to ask for some love as well.

Its kinda hard to give them comfort together since they both need different things at first but give it some time and it tends to end with a cuddle pile

Stu prefers holding one to waist head on in your neck or on your tummy nuzzling and kiss you having you give him head pats and forehead kisses while also rubbing his back

Billy likes having you on his lap your back to his chest his head resting on yours or on your shoulder hand locked together around your waist just holding you

If they're both in need of affection and comfort its a mix of both with Stu's head on your stomach and Billy's on your shoulder Billy's holding one hand and his other is on you hip Stu is doing the same on the opposite side

Billy feeds you snacks you feed Stu and Stu throw snacks at Billy and changes the movie when needed

Cuddles last for a long time often time it end with you three falling asleep with you in the middle of the two of them

Its not hard to know when they need comfort along with the fact that Stu is open about needing it and Billy will follow his lead when he sees you dont mind

Jesse Cromeans

Jesses always enjoys having your attention even if its for something small however, when he's in need of comfort he prefers you not being around him not because he worried about things but because he's bad at asking for it so he tends to just lock him self up in work. With that its very easy to tell when he's have a bad day its getting close to him that's hard. It starts like any relaxing day a nice warm meal whether you make it yourself for him or order something he likes its a way for you to get close. Tried and angry from a day of work the only thing on Jesse's mind is getting home what he wasn't expecting was to come home to you having gotten the places cleaned up with a meal laid out in the living ready to spend time with him and well he just couldn't say no to that. Its not hard after that to get him to set work aside till tomorrow as long as its not super important and from there the rest of the night can begin.

Jesse really enjoys slow intimacy and when his days been bad and he needs to let go having you take the lead in a nice slow pace helps him let go of the chromeskull mindset whether you know about it or not

He likes to snuggle wrapped almost fully around you with you as close as possible

Kisses are a must they make him so happy many people find him scary with go reason but here you are the love of his giving him kisses as if this is a perfectly normal relationship

Like with Michael two things can happen after he relaxes and gets your affection and comfort however its based on how your feeling not him

If you keep with the soft lead it ends with you curled against his side feeding each other fresh fruit and chocolate watching movies and shows while he talks about dates he's hoping to take you on

The other option is that you head to the bedroom hell pull you on his chest arms wrapped around you hearing you talk about this and that while just ignoring the world till he falls asleep

The next day Jesse will take off work after days of needing to seek your comfort it make him acknowledge he needs a break to not burn out or not to move to fast in the work and the day will be spent with you by his side

Asa Emory

Asa has always gone by a schedule and unless it is absolutely necessary he will not deviate from it and that includes for affection and goes double for if you want to give him comfort on exhausting days. He doesn't like feeling weak and though he loves you in a twisted way you thinking he needs comfort makes him feel weak. For weeks Asa will come home tired and frustrated his class is in the mist of exams so he has tons of work and the collection isn't going well but he wont let you in on it. The best you can do for the time being is just lightly his work load at home keep things clean, make meals for him so he doesn't skip them if the dogs are at the house help take care of them and things like that its not much but he pays attention to things like that and will notice that your helping him. Seeing you working hard to help him not stress as much while still waiting for him to take the steps like usual helps him come around to the idea of letting you spoil him for a while. Once he gets to that point remember to keep things slow though rushing it after that makes him stay on edge.

For Asa slow and steady is the way to go when he's ready to let you spoil him he will tell you outright that he "requires" your attention

He wont let this happen on a weekday only a weekend where he can fully relax and rest but he leaves the rest to you and that's a big step

Setting up a nice date in is the best way to go and though he likes homemade meals on a day like this he doesn't mind ordering dinner that night

On days he can relax with you the first thing he wants to do is cook for you as odd as it might be it gives him a starting point to let you show him affection

Eating breakfast together then heading to the living room with curled up on the couch you read to him for a bit him might interject sometimes depending on what its about but he just holds you close for a while

Tacking the dogs for a walk is the next part of the day hand in hand taking a walking path and enjoy the day whether its cold or hot he likes walking time

Domestic bliss is something he adores its what he's always craved and you give him the chance to have it so often it keeps him on cloud nine

After going back home out on a documentary and snuggle up to him the dogs will be on beds near the couch and hell have you laying you head on his lap while he runs his hand along you neck and back

You'll eat later in the day and enjoy quite time he might want to rant about his class, he wants to hear about the things you've been into lately and slowly the night winds down

Given that he has no work the next day if your feeling up to it he want to end the day by embracing you its been a while and its not something he up for much but after weeks of not being around you much he craves the close touch

It might not even end with sex he just want to caress your body looking over the curves and lines feeling you fully without restrictions till your both tired and with that he pulls you close to him whispering that he's grateful for you love and thanking you for the wonderful day

Ta-da! I hope all enjoy this and a big thanks to my best birdie buddy for requesting this I had fun writing it and I hope to see here more often! To my other followers if your looking forward to the next part of My Soulmates A God then be happy its the next thing I'm working on. Have a great day and thank you for reading! - Lilly Ps you can really tell I favored Asa here huh..

[isagisyoichi]

how do u think the boy would be in a party😈😈

NEW RULES!

SYNOPSIS: blue lock at a party

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi, bachira, nagi, reo, rin, chigiri, naruhaya, niko, nanase, gagamaru, kunigami

WARNINGS: mentions of underage drinking and weed (but no one actually takes anything), swearing, mentions of throwing up and food, again pretend they're all friends and go to the same school because it's more fun to think that way. ooc rin maybe? idk i like pretending he's not as miserable as the manga makes him out to be 🤗 he deserves to have fun i think

A/N: no cause this was soooo fun to write tysm anon, i got through this in a flash cause i loved this suggestion sm :') literally one of the most fun requests i've ever gotten eeee!!!!! also this made me miss my irls bye corona can suck my balls fr

ISAGI YOICHI:

i feel like this would be his first big party aw lol, so he’s kind of nervous LMAO.

gets handed a beer by someone, has his first sip of it ever, and immediately spits it out. mutters “how the hell can anyone drink this?” and “discreetly” pours the rest into a bush.

mainly stays with nagi, chigiri, kunigami, and bachira and they just talk throughout the night

(bachira only sits down and talks after his energy dies down. i'll elaborate on this below the cut).

keeps asking nagi “what song is this?” throughout the night LOL. makes a mental note of what songs to add to his playlists.

slightly nods his head to the music, aw cute. goes a little harder and lip syncs/raps along when he really likes the song, though (i stand by my word when i said he loves “neon guts”)

does accidentally bump into someone, but isagi starts a convo with them after he apologizes, and they hit it off right away 🥰

but, the person left early and isagi, ever the dummy, forgets to ask for their number.

and he's actually so disappointed in himself when he realizes, too 😭

BACHIRA MEGURU:

not drunk or anything at all, but boy, the way he’s acting makes it seem like he is.

the self proclaimed “life of the party.”

can be found “dancing,” though i use that word generously because to classify whatever he’s doing as “dancing,” is a stretch, to every song, even if he doesn’t know the words LOL

really likes when throwbacks come on!!!! he does dance to the lyrics and not the beat sometimes, though 😭

but, bachira looks like he’s having so much fun, it’s so cute, he’s definitely been waiting for this moment his whole life 🥰

if you were dancing with him, bachira would 100% take you by the hand and spin you around

also forces gets isagi to dance with him but isagi’s so awkward 😭

bachira also ends up jumping in the pool sometime later that night. yells “cannonball!” and everything, like, okay michael phelps 😭

he doesn’t have extra clothes so reo has to give him some and they're so fucking big on him LOLLL

texts the groupchat “i was sooo crazy last night😂” in the morning LMAOO, okay babe calm down

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

takes it upon himself to make sure none of his friends die LOL

only drinks water and diet coke 👍

his mom calls in the middle of the party to ask how he's doing and bachira and nagi are doing stupid shit like yelling “pass the weed” and fake moaning 😭

isagi and chigiri tell him to tell her they say hi LOL

really likes when the dj puts on 90s/2000's r&b/hiphop songs (i'll die by my hc that kunigami's an oldies fan)

mostly sways side to side to the music, but he did also dance a little, per request of bachira, and ended up talking to a cute person a for little, too 🤗

offers to help clean up in the morning

CHIGIRI HYOUMA:

at least two drunk girls have mistaken him for their friend, and another four have asked to touch his hair.

tried to use one of reo’s many bathrooms, found a couple making out, outwardly said “gross,” and then left to find another one 😭

nods his head and taps his foot to the music, not much of a dancer.

also a people-watcher, and he points out things he sees are happening to his friends.

“guys, i think misa and her boyfriend are breaking up, look.” leave that poor girl alone bro 😭

finds himself laughing a lot that night because damn! his friends are funny, whether they try to be or not.

not really a party person, but chigiri actually had a lot of fun 🥰

NARUHAYA ASAHI:

also on the dancefloor! doesn’t really dance, per say, but he jumps up and down and does the fist pump thing 😭 he has the spirit, let's give him that.

drank a lot of soda, so he’s filled with energy. also pees in at least three of reo's bathrooms.

talks to his friends, but also makes new ones! also i feel like he takes a lot of pictures LOL. he needs the finsta content 😭

plays truth or dare, or something like that. ends up having to do some stupid shit like smack raichi’s ass and run away, but naruhaya did make out with the girl next to him, so fair trade, he thinks.

also ends up in the pool, but he’s playing chicken with gagamaru and some other people. does not win a single round, but he had fun 😇

leaves with like four plates of food and one of reo’s decorative towels for some reason???

GAGAMARU GIN:

goes through a bunch of reo's shit 😭 he's not taking anything, but he's just curious LOL

strikes up very, random conversations with a bunch of people out of nowhere, good for him!

weirdly good at darts, very good aim.

although one round, naruhaya accidentally distracted gagamaru and one of darts ended up in reo's wall 💔

“it's fine, he has the money to fix it,” naruhaya shrugs as he walks away from reo's now punctured, wall. so true bestie!

gagamaru somehow ends up giving some drunk stranger some “life-changing” advice. (whether it's good or not is debatable)

they thank gagamaru for changing their life and he never sees them again

NAGI SEISHIRO:

irritates the fuck out the dj because nagi keeps asking him to play one specific song over and over again.

it was good the first time, don't wear it out for the rest of us bae 😭

doesn't really dance, just nods his head, maybe raps along a little, too

when he talks to the girls that come up to him, nagi says stuff like “yeah, the host and i go way back, we’re best friends.”

“way back,” my ass, but whatever nagi 🤨

knocks out in one of reo’s guest rooms. someone finds him when they’re trying to look for the bathroom and they draw a mustache and a bunch of other stupid shit on him 😭

tries to leave before reo makes him help clean up in the morning. does not work 👍

dumbass also ended up losing his phone (reo bought him a new one so nagi doesn't really care)

RAICHI JINGO:

gasses himself up sooo much when he’s trying to hit on girls.

“yeah, i'm about to go D1 after high school, just wait on it,” yeah, okay raichi 🙄

also tries to show them his highlights, bye. babe, i mean this in the nicest possible way but, i do not care, can we just kiss 🙏

i feel like he’s one of those boys who likes to take his shirt off for no reason, so raichi most definitely ends up shirtless at some point of the night 😭

takes pictures with reo’s fancy cars in his garage to flex 💀 gets annoyed when reo says raichi can’t drive them. raichi doesn't even have his license 😑

plays pool and is actually not that bad. does almost accidentally blind isagi with his cue, though.

IMAMURA YUUDAI:

he's with some girls but, he’s a dummy and he didn’t know his other hoes would be there, so imamura had quite a few drinks spilled on him here and there.

still somehow leaves with like three new girls snaps, four numbers, and a bunch of lipstick stains. not even gonna lie, i respect his game.

actually a really good dancer, and he knows he looks good, too. knows the words to every drake song that comes on, argue with your mom.

lip-syncs the words to you when you dance together and it makes you more flustered than you would think 🙄

the type to pull you close and wraps his arms around your waist or around your neck

actually really fun to talk to. always in the loop with drama and stuff, so he's always got some interesting conversation topics. and he's funny 😭

MIKAGE REO:

obviously, the party’s at his house. what’s the point of having a rich teammate if you can’t exploit them for their possessions?

jokes, but reo did offer to throw it at his mansion house in the first place.

actually really likes throwing parties lmao, so he jumped at the opportunity.

posted on his snap, “party at my place su for address‼️” LOL

natural charm + raised with good manners = reo being an amazing host

but, reo does have a little group of girls following him around the entire night 👎

and it irritates the hell out of whoever reo’s trying to talk to because they’re all up on him, making it hard for reo to pay attention 😑

also doesn’t help that he entertains them and flirts back and dances with a couple of them, too

and looks good when he dances, too UGH!!!! he's the type to run his hands up and down your body while he dances with you 😣

i hate this man 👎 /j

ITOSHI RIN:

practicing. he didn’t come. sike! rin has a social life, too, come on now, y'all 🙄

talked a big game about how he wouldn’t show up then he still came anyways, like rin, what 😭??

super good at cup pong and he knows it. he keeps beating ryusei and if you look closely, rin has something reminiscent of a smirk on his face.

a foot-tapper, not a dancer, which sucks because he’s not even bad at dancing, either 👎

a couple of girls come up to rin to flirt, but rin doesn’t give them the time of day. no response or anything just a little side eye 😭

rin just talks to his friends and that’s it, really.

actually internally glad for the chance to kickback and relax for once, tbh.

but, he refuses to admit he had any semblance of fun. (he did, rin’s just a weenie 😒)

NIKO IKKI:

the team forced him to come 😭

niko’s already a homebody and he doesn’t like loud noises or large social scenes, so he wasn’t too jazzed about going somewhere where the both of those things combine.

also he's picky with music so LOL. does like that one remix to the pursuit of happiness, though

he’s a wall-stander, i hate to break it to y’all. just watched everything from a distance and didn't talk to anyone except for isagi and his friends.

bye, if you don’t get off the damn wall and dance (he'd dance with me i'm different 🥰🤗)

keeps opening and closing his phone so he looks busy but that mf is literally just going through the settings app 😭

called his mom to bring him home an hour and a half in 👎

NANASE NIJIROU:

i hate to admit it, but he’s the annoying first year that documents everything on snap bye

he’s just excited to be there but like, there is no reason for his story to be half an hour long.

i'm not watching all of that! sorry that happened to you or good for you 🤗

probably playing games like spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven. is very proud of himself for kissing four people in one night #bigmoves 🥳

stays with his group of friends and they're sooo loud and rowdy LMAOO. #firstyearthings

you can literally hear them laughing over the music, but they're having fun, so it's fine (at least of those kids hits people when they laugh too)

also dances, too! has super good energy and a natural sense of rhythm surprisingly 🥰 also a good hypeman!!!!! honestly, he's just really fun to be around tbh

overall, has a lot of fun, as you can tell by his story 😇

[dr3amofagame]

Dream tried to stop Wil from creating L'Manburg, Phil tried to stop him from blowing it up, BOTH value people over items and builds, Phil has said that they're replaceable but people aren't, Dream traded spirit for his best friends fishes (we kno he's not someone to talk abt feelings:[) BOTH were kind and selfless but used by almost if not everyone, BOTH were ready to be THE VILLAINS if it meant everyone else could live better after. ONE of them always had someone there, ONE didn't. Intentional?

aaaa sorry for the really inconsistent posts ,, im gonna try to post a little more in the next few days. i have a few things written up, so look out for them? maybe? for now, have this *gestures vaguely* thing ,, it’s kinda a mess but *shrug*

phil is such a fun character, anon, especially for all the reasons that you mentioned in the ask!! he’s a really fun character with a lot of complexities that go (sadly) overlooked by a large portion of the fandom, but he’s super cool even tho i havent analyzed him too much. hope you enjoy (and i hope my interpretation of c!phil isnt too ooc lmao) 

tw: mentioned blood, injury, implied torture/abuse, starvation, trauma, mentioned death, prison arc/pandora’s vault

When Techno first brings Dream back from the prison, Phil doesn’t quite know what to think.

“I don’t trust him either,” Techno assures him, but there’s a flickering anger in the backs of his eyes, one that had emerged ever since he came back from the prison with the other man in his arms, and Phil knows his friend well enough to know that the words are empty in the face of the piglin hybrid’s particular brand of to-the-death loyalty. He shakes his head in reply, refusing to voice his thoughts for Techno’s sake, at least, but the look that the other slants at him suggests that he’s caught onto them all the same.

At first, the work is thankfully mindless; even if Phil has reservations on the man that Techno has more or less dumped into his house, he would hardly wish the clear suffering he’s been through on anyone. The first few days pass in a flurry of brewing potions, wrapping and rewrapping dressings, stitching up cuts and setting broken bones straight. The damage is extensive; Phil has to take more than a few breaks to just leave the house and breathe - he’s far from a stranger to blood and carnage, had received the title of ‘Angel of Death’ for a reason, but even he had never been particularly familiar with this form of cruelty. Torture was a level of violence that extended beyond what even he was willing to bestow - his hands may have caused many deaths, and the weight of each one would continue to haunt him for the rest of his life, but even those had the mercy of being a quick end. The wounds and scars that ripple over Dream’s skin, thin and stretched tightly over his bones with little muscle and fat left to cushion them, speak of horrors that were anything but merciful.

“I didn’t know they were capable of all of this,” Techno says, once, as they huddle of Dream, wringing towels in cold water to wipe his feverish skin. Techno’s hand reaches for the ribboning gold-filled scars that remain from the execution - carefully, Phil raises his hand to let his fingertips brush over them as well. “I mean, I knew he was dangerous and all, but-”

“I know, mate,” Phil looks back at Dream’s face, tight even in unconsciousness, at the darkened, hand-shaped bruises that remain around his throat, at the scar that runs over his left eye, clearly meant to mirror the same one that makes its way down the duck hybrid’s own face. “You said that Quackity and Sam were working together?”

“Yeah,” Techno’s expression darkens, eyes focused somewhere on the wall, seemingly very far away. He said that nothing happened to him in the prison, and he seemed relatively unharmed when Phil activated the stasis chamber, but ever since he came back, sometimes he’ll have moments, and Phil can’t help but - wonder. “Quackity does the dirty work, Sam gives him the way in and out, probably also the tools to do it. It’s-” he huffs a short, self-recriminating laugh. “It’s bad, Phil.”

“Mate-”

Techno shoots him a look, and Phil cringes, knowing already that he’d used the wrong tone. Even with the execution, Techno had been adamant to hide all traces of his own terror and fear away from him, masking it all with fury for Phil’s own sake. He knows, just from the way his old friend looks at the ribboning scars that remain sometimes, that he is far from as over the whole ordeal as he acts, but Techno never wants to talk and Phil never knows the right time to ask and they smooth it all behind plans and explosions and hope that the TNT can blow apart the trauma, too. He’s got a sneaking suspicion that the same thing is going to happen, here.

“As soon as we can,” Techno starts again, pointedly shifting his eyes away from Phil’s face, “we’re calling a Syndicate meeting to figure out what we’re going to do about the prison. Like- come on, man, you couldn’t make a more transparent abuse of institutional power if you tried, really-” he looks over, uncharacteristic uncertainty warring over his features. “If you think that’s good, I mean-“

“Of course, mate.” Phil’s voice softens. “Whenever you’re ready.”

‘Whenever he’s ready,’ as it turns out, is easier said than done, becoming even more evident when their charge wakes up from his days long spell of unconsciousness. The worst of his injuries have, under their careful care and the benefit of many potions, healed enough to no longer directly threaten his life, but the vast majority have quite some time to go before being healed completely. Being as the goal was torture and not death, most of his injuries weren’t made to be life-threatening, but rather to cause as much pain as possible - from the grimace that twists Dream’s face when he struggles to force himself awake, they’re doing their jobs.

“Hey, mate, slow down,” Phil murmurs, pressing the man down by his shoulder when Dream weakly tries to push himself up and off the bed, and his struggling only lasts for a few more minutes before he gives up and slumps against his pillow, eyes cracking open and seeming surprisingly lucid.

“Where-“ his voice is wrecked, and Phil reaches for the glass of water at the bedside as Dream coughs. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Techno’s house,” Dream’s eyes widen and then slip closed as he processes the information, a wrinkle forming between his eyebrows as they knit together. “We broke you out, after Techno escaped with a stasis chamber with your book. Do you remember?”

Dream gnaws on his bottom lip. “Um- yeah. I think.” His head turns as his eyes crack open again- “Techno-“

“He’s out, right now. He’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh.” Dream falls back into the bed, strength seemingly sapped from the short conversation. His breathing stutters, then steadies. “Okay.”

Recovery is slow. Phil doesn’t actually find himself seeing the man very often; now that he doesn’t need around-the-clock care anymore, he’s moved back into his own house, letting Techno do most of the work when it comes to rehabilitating the escaped convict crashing at his house. As he begins to spend more of his time awake and aware, he brings a whole slew of new problems; Phil catches him screaming one day, blurting harsh, angry words as Techno reads, unbothered from the other side of the room, and he stops in his tracks standing awkwardly in the doorway.

“Um-“ he winces when Dream curses, smashes something against the floor, and then curls into himself at the sound. Techno doesn’t even flinch. “Am I interrupting something?”

Dream stomps away, face flushed, arms wrapped around himself. Techno raises an eyebrow.

“You lookin’ for something, Phil?” he asks, and the unpleasant knot in Phil’s chest refuses to unwind.

The episodes, unfortunately, don’t seem to get much better. Though he’s rarely outright violent, Dream looks constantly murderous, usually muttering underneath his breath about something or another while he stalks the grounds of Techno’s house. It’s not too long before Techno sends him out to work around the house instead of just moping within the cottage, which also means that Phil sees him a lot more - tending to a small farm behind the house, feeding the dogs, hacking away at mobs, and usually complaining the entire time. It’s unnerving, even as injured and unarmored as the man is, to see him walking around like this; despite his rather pathetic appearance, swamped in sweaters that dwarf him thoroughly and thin enough to look like the slightest breeze will knock him over, his eyes are flinty and intelligent and bubble with promises of revenge.

“FUCK!” Phil turns to see him slamming a shovel into the snow, stomping away into the woods, and his hands tighten around his cup of tea. Next to him, Techno shrugs.

“Nerd’s got a few issues,” he drawls, and Phil laughs shortly.

“That seems like an understatement.”

“He’ll ease up in time,” Techno sounds surprisingly confident, completely content despite the muffled curses that come from the woods next to them. He’s probably used to it, with Chat and all, but Phil can’t quite seem to find the same calm.

“I just don’t know, mate,” Phil shakes his head. “You sure having him around is the best idea? He doesn’t seem...stable.”

Techno looks up at him over the rim of his cup of coffee. His head tilts, considering, but there’s a small smile on his face that tells Phil that Techno, inexplicably, doesn’t share the same sentiments. There was always a part of him that was, for the lack of a better word, softer than the rest of the server for his self-proclaimed rival, a sort of understanding that Phil could hardly hope (nor would really want to) understand.

“Don’t worry, Phil, if he tries anything I can always just tie him up in the attic or something,” Phil huffs a small laugh, amused, and nods to concede the point. “And- well, call it intuition. You could really try talkin’ to him, you know. He reminds me of you, sometimes.”

The words stick in his head despite his best efforts, rattling in his skull when he tries to sleep, lingering when he catches glimpses of the green-clothed man stalking around their properties. He can’t imagine what would’ve prompted his old friend to make the comparison, can’t think of a single thing (besides their affinity for the color green) that would mark him as similar to the - from what he’s heard - deranged menace with a particular penchant for destruction (not that his rants and fits of anger are doing anything to correct that impression). Even so, Techno had sounded so sure when he’d made the comparison, the words offhand like he’d thought them a million times before, like it was a simple observation that held no more weight than commenting on the color of the sky. Phil watches as Dream lugs a pile of logs behind him, huffing at one of Techno’s dogs that comes to chase and nip at his feet and grumbling loudly before faceplanting into the snow. He just...can’t see it.

Days later, Wilbur comes to visit, a grin on his lips as he dramatically recounts his newest exploit: a nation by Las Nevadas, a supposed safe haven away from the glitter and glory of Quackity’s city; it sounds brilliant, it sounds lovely, and more than anything it sounds stupid, and Phil tells him as such immediately.

“You’re being reckless,” he rants at his son, wings flaring outwards and only barely noticing Dream watching from the corner of his eye, “What are you doing- picking fights with Quackity? Starting another nation- didn’t you see what happened to the first two you made? You’re going to get yourself killed, Wil!”

“Well, I’ve already seen what’s on the other side of death, and it’s really not that bad-“

“You’re my son!” The words are angrier than Phil would’ve liked, and he knows that he looks ridiculous and overbearing, criticizing the actions of his fully grown son, but all he can see is Wilbur’s face, slack with pain and grief, stained with ash and soot as his eyes flutter to half-mast in the midst of the rubble of a country he loved and destroyed and destroyed him in turn. “I can’t lose you again, Wil!”

Wilbur doesn’t quite storm out, but it’s a near thing, leaving with a clipped goodbye and leaving Phil seething on his doorstep. He spends the rest of the night pacing around the house in a sort of mad frenzy, wings stretching and folding over and over. Not for the first time, he longs for the sky, to feel the air through his wings and let the world fall into pinpricks below him; it’s this that leads him to the roof of his house, staring stubbornly at the clouds as the sun sinks down to the horizon.

“Hey.”

Phil startles; there, down below him, is Dream. He rocks back on his heels, seeming awkward, before clambering up the wall (Phil rolls his eyes at the ease with which he scales it, the feeling in his chest almost fond) and settling himself on the shingles at Phil’s side.

“Hey, mate,” Phil shakes his head. The fondness leaves, and the irritation that had risen at Wilbur’s words, earlier, comes back full-force. “Sorry- Wil came to visit, we talked. I just needed some time to think.”

Dream hums in acknowledgement, and they fall into a comfortable silence, watching as the sun dipping down past the mountains in the distance.

“You know,” Dream starts, sudden, “I told him the same thing.” He looks up at Phil, eyes faraway with old memories. “Wilbur, I mean. When he made L’manburg- I told him he was being reckless.” He shrugs. “I guess he never listened.”

Phil pauses, Techno’s words ringing in his ears. He reminds me of you, sometimes.

Dream looks surprisingly normal up close - face no longer reddened with fever or pale from blood loss, even the scars fail to really take from the boyishness of his face. He bites his lips, eyes falling away at Phil’s scrutiny, golden blond hair flopping over his forehead, newly trimmed to be something a little closer to his old length, at least in the front, the back pulled into a small ponytail. He’s young, and shockingly awkward, teeth worrying his lip, hands fiddling with each other, shifting his weight from one foot to the other several times a minute. He looks like a kid.

“He never does,” Phil lets himself smile, watches as Dream smiles back, almost like they’re sharing a joke. He wonders how well he really knows the man behind the mask. “Want to come in for some tea?”

Dream smiles wider, and something old and worn in Phils chest, knocked loose ever since he felt his son fall limp in his arms with his own sword shoved between his ribs, falls back into place.

“That would be great,” Dream replies, the words almost hopeful, and they go inside.

[wutroows]

omg.... the book of boba fett episode 6!!

my thoughts below the cut, so spoilers

luke training grogu! it was super cute and i really loved luke using the force to help grogu hop along the path :") it really just reinforced how i am in love with luke and always will be

the cgi for luke's face looked so much better this time! it's definitely improved since the mandalorian s2 finale, and i'm super happy because it looked great!! ofc there were a few wonky moments but overall chefs kiss

im so glad we have cobb vanth back <3 he was one of my favorite parts of the mandalorian s2 and its really nice to see him again doing his cowboy things

cad bane in live action!!!! as a cad bane enthusiast, it still doesnt feel real ... but im so happy and his debut was great! he fits into the storyline really well and maybe we'll get the boba v cad duel that was intended for tcw, or a fennec v cad rematch continued from the bad batch

ive seen a lot of people complain about how he looks but honestly im just grateful he showed up at all. if the duros were real i feel like live action bane is pretty accurate to them

i want more boba. the show is called the book of boba fett but he didnt show up last week and this week he has 2 minutes of screen time and said nothing. hopefully next week he's there again more

luke trying to get grogu to pick between the armor and the lightsaber doesn't feel right to me, so im thinking thats its a test to see if he can form healthy attachments

luke has a ton of found family and it would feel so ooc if he just told grogu to let go of din like that

i cant stand live action ahsoka especially since rosario dawson is a transphobe. i love ahsoka and her character but looking at rd playing her just doesn't feel right at all :/

im glad we got the callback to anakin with the "so much like your father" line, and also the yoda training parallels were also very cute to include

i enjoyed the episode overall and im really wondering how this'll be wrapped up next week. it feels like we'll get a s2 of this show

[sociallyawkward--fics]

Dirty Little Secret

Hello I just finished this and I have not edited it and I am never going to reread it lol. It is probably disjointed, OOC, and incomprehensible. Welcome to my super sick and drug-induced It oneshot. Also for the title I was torn between this and ‘truth or dare’

My friends also told me I had to put this joke in the author’s notes: “I’m paying homage to the original It. King was on coke when he wrote it, and I’m on a wild amount of cold medicine and illness”

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Summary: Miraculously, they all lived. They killed that damn clown and they lived. Now, Richie just had one last thing to say.

Word Count: 1877 words

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The sounds of his old friends splashing around in the quarry faded around him. Distantly, as though he wasn’t in his own body, Richie could hear them cracking jokes and laughing at each other, as if the seven of them hadn’t almost just lost their lives.

As if Eddie hadn’t almost--

Richie focused on cleaning his glasses. Without them on, it was blurry and hard to tell, but he thought there was still blood embedded into the new spiderwebbing of cracks left on one of the lenses. It wouldn’t come out. Really, it could be anyone’s blood, he’d lost track of their injuries by this point. 

But Richie knew who’s it could have been. 

Bev had said the Deadlights gave her visions of their deaths, but he hadn’t known just how vivid they could be until he dropped out of them himself. He’d opened his eyes to Eddie being skewered above him, helpless to do anything but scream his name, the Loser’s a chorus of the same. Then, he blinked, and Eddie was above him laughing and cheering his “victory.”

Richie had barely rolled them out of the way in time for one of It’s massive claws to dig deep into the stone where they had been laying. Pennywise made a noise of rage, but Richie hadn’t allowed himself even a moment to think. He’d grabbed Eddie and ran.

And now here they were. They’d killed It, crushed Its heart in their hands, and Derry was safe. They were safe. Eddie was safe. Richie sat on a rock in the dirty quarry water, distantly aware of the splash wars going on while Eddie chopped his hands and told them how unsanitary it was, cleaning themselves in dirty water. Richie knew he was being unusually quiet, and someone was bound to notice soon, but he felt like if he didn’t laugh, he was going to cry.

And for once, Richie was all out of jokes.

Then, the absolute worst thing happened: Richie was dragged into the spotlight.

Apparently, the other six Losers had been recounting the “best moments” of their battle. Richie didn’t remember much, truthfully, aside from running for his life and sniveling like a little kid.

“Hey, Rich,” Beverly called. “What was that whole ‘Truth or Dare’ thing about anyway?”

Richie let out an awkward laugh, plastering a smile onto his face. He’d gotten good at it, over the years, with how much he hated his own act, but now it just felt stiff and misshapen. He waved his hands in the air as he spoke, his glasses flopping around precariously in his grip.

“Oh, you know, just something that damn clown had brought up.”

Bill laughed. “Why would he b-b-bring up Truth or D-Dare?”

Bev swam over and started poking at his sides as she laughed. They were all laughing so much. They were clearly handling the trauma far differently than him.

“Why would It use that?” She teased. “Got something you’re afraid to confess, Trashmouth?”

Richie forced out another laugh, sounding weak to his own ears. More than you know.

Instead, Richie reached for a distraction. “Yeah, how fast it took me to finish with Eddie’s mom--”

“Beep beep, asshole!” Eddie shouted, and Richie’s next laugh felt a little less desperate. Teasing Eddie was familiar and comfortable, and Richie was almost tempted to put his glasses back on to see the adorable way his jaw clenched with annoyance.

“Remember that one time Bill dared Mike to smuggle one of the sheep into his grandfather’s house?” Ben asked, and if Richie wasn’t so gone on Eddie, he could’ve kissed him. Intentionally or not, he’d just saved Richie a whole lot of floundering to keep the attention off where he wanted it least.

The group laughed and Mike shook his head with a grin. “He was so mad,” Mike said. “I thought for sure he’d make me sleep in the barn for that.”

“Or what about the t-t-time Eddie dared Richie to eat that year-old twinkie we f-found in R-R-Richie’s room,” Bill said.

Even Richie had to laugh at that one. “Yeah, where was the concern for my health there, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Don’t call me that,” Eddie snapped, though there was no heat behind it. “Plus, those things never fucking expire. They’re garbage, but that wouldn’t have hurt you.”

“Oh yeah? It tasted as bad as your mom’s--”

Eddie splashed Richie, sending a wave of nasty quarry water into his mouth and preventing him from finishing his sentence. He sputtered and coughed, laughing as he spit it out, and the weight of everything felt a little less oppressive now that he was laughing with them all.

“Oh!” Bev said, “What about the time Stan dared Bill--”

Richie grinned as he went back to trying to dig the blood out of the cracks in his glasses with his nails. They were short and stubby, so it wasn’t exactly easy, but he managed to make some progress. This time, though, he made sure not to tune his friends out. He listened to each of their stories, letting their laughter wrap around him like a warm, worn, familiar blanket, just like he had always been searching for when they were kids, and slowly felt his shoulders relax. And as they were laughing, the thought occurred to Richie.

What was he so afraid of?

This was Richie’s family. After everything they’d been through, killer alien clowns and all, would his sexuality really be the thing to break them? It’d be a little silly at that point, Richie thought. 

A little silly, and a lot unfair. And who knew how they’d react? He’d seen them all in their underwear, shared blankets and chairs and beds with them, held them close (he wished he could do that now, but he wasn’t brave enough to be so touchy as an adult). What if they accused him of taking advantage of them when they hadn’t known? What if they were disgusted by him? What if they forgot him again, but this time by choice?

Richie was forced out of his thoughts when someone shrieked, and he promptly realized he’d allowed himself to tune everyone out again as he catastrophized. His head shot up at the shriek, his heart pounding in panic. Instead of a psychotic clown or a gruesome murder, Richie caught sight of Ben, who had seemingly heaved Beverly out of the water, tossing Bev as far as he could back into the murky water. She came up sputtering and laughing, arguing that whatever she’d said had definitely happened, no matter what he said.

Bill and Mike were leaning on each other from the force of their laughter. Ben had a sly grin on his face, though the corner of his lip was twisted a little in embarrassment as Bev kept hounding at him. Stan wasn’t outright laughing so much as he was grinning, but that was pretty much the same thing when it came to him. Eddie was laughing so hard that his cheeks had gone pink.

Richie promptly realized that if he didn’t do it now, he was never going to get up the courage to do it again.

“I’m gay,” Richie said loudly, the words echoing uncomfortably across the quarry.

The sounds of splashing and play fighting stopped and Richie heard more than saw everyone turn toward him. He kept his glasses off, eyes focused on his hands. If he had to look at them, see them clearly, he wouldn’t get through this. Every cell in his being was telling him to bury this with a joke, to move on and make a funny and forget the whole thing, but he couldn’t. Not this time. He needed to stop hiding.

“I’m gay,” he said again, quieter this time. “That’s why It brought up ‘Truth or Dare.’ Because I wouldn’t want anyone to pick truth.”

Richie kept his head down, but he heard the others moving through the water. He startled when he felt Bev’s arms wrap around one of his own. Richie looked up and saw his friends (or, really, saw blobs shaped vaguely like his friends) all coming toward him, wrapping themselves around him where he sat.

Ben curled himself around Richie’s knee, right below Bev. On Richie’s other side, Mike, Bill, and Stan all crushed in trying to wrap around him in some way. Mike ended up wrapped around Richie’s leg, which probably looked ridiculous, if only Richie could see, while Bill and Stan curled up around his arm and side. Then, Eddie came up behind Richie, wrapping his arms carefully around Richie’s shoulders and resting his head on Richie’s own (probably taking advantage of being taller than Richie, for the moment).

“We’re proud of you, Rich,” Stan said quietly.

Tears stung at Richie’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He sat there for a few minutes, soaking in their warmth and care, closing his eyes and letting peace finally overcome him. The secret, his dirty little secret, had finally been aired. He didn’t need to be scared of it anymore, at least not in this small circle (coming out as a public figure was an entirely different story, and Richie sure as fuck wasn’t ready for that yet). Pennywise’s words, echoing in his head since they were said, finally began to quiet.

“Thank you,” Rich said eventually, his shields formed from humor finally coming back up. He could only handle so much emotional vulnerability without making a joke. “I don’t have my glasses on so I don’t know who you people are, but thank you.”

Richie’s friends laughed, and he could feel Eddie’s chin brushing against his head with the force of Eddie’s eyeroll. Richie himself chuckled a little, blinking to clear the lingering tears from his eyes before they could fall. It was then that he noticed his hands: one clasped tightly between Ben and Beverly’s fingers, and the other resting on one of Eddie’s arms, Stan’s hand resting atop his.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled.

He felt more than saw (seeing as he couldn’t see) Beverly and Mike look up at him.

“I legit can’t find my glasses.”

A chorus of “Are you serious?” met Richie’s ears and he almost laughed again, but it was true. Sometime between the six of them latching onto him, Richie’s glasses had completely vanished.

Richie settled in where he sat as the others went off to find his glasses, diving beneath the water and arguing between themselves. The only person who didn’t move away was Eddie, who shifted from standing behind him to sitting next to him. As he heard Bev laugh, followed by a splash (Richie would bet money she just dunked Ben, the two had been attached at the hip and making heart eyes at each other since they escaped Neibolt), he felt Eddie grab his right hand and interlock their fingers.

There was a distinct lack of cold, wet metal as Eddie squeezed his hand, and Richie swore his heart skipped more than a few beats.

Maybe he wasn’t the only one with a secret, Richie thought as Eddie’s head leaned against his shoulder for a few seconds. And maybe, just maybe, Richie wouldn’t have to go home and face his nightmares alone after this.

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i’m sorry i personally don’t like donna, i find her character to be inconsistent, boring, and a mary sue at times. but with listening to you, you make feel bad for not liking her or question my dislike for her. i see why people like her and her appeal but i find myself not to be those people. i saw your post and i’ll be glad to go into more detail about why i don’t care for her character. i honestly just wanted you to see this. also why do you like her if you don’t mind me asking?

You don't have to apologize for not liking Donna. I never meant to make people feel bad for not liking Donna. The post I reblogged, along with my comment, was more about people who rampantly hate Donna not seeing that she has more to her than bad character traits.

i find her character to be inconsistent, boring, and a mary sue at times

That's... exactly what was said in the post. Like, yeah, that's why most people don't like her. But it's not her fault and her character shouldn't be judged on inconsistent writing. When you get down to her true character, she is not at all boring or a Mary Sue.

I personally don't see the point in disliking characters. I like all the characters! Why spend my energy hating someone who doesn't even exist? I don't like Fez's character from season 5-7 (not counting 8 for anything), so I give him the development he needs and write him in a way that I like his character.

i saw your post and i’ll be glad to go into more detail about why i don’t care for her character.

Please don't. Donna is one of my favorite characters in the show, I'd really rather not get an ask detailing her bad qualities. I know she has bad qualities, but that doesn't mean I want someone to point them all out without acknowledging all the great parts of her character.

also why do you like her if you don’t mind me asking?

Where do I start?

She is a strong female character. I am a feminist and I adore seeing strong women on television.

She isn't always traditional. She doesn't always fall in line with outdated gender roles for women. I love breaking gender roles because I'm genderfluid and I like to see people breaking free of restricting roles that society has forced on them because of their gender. I love that she's physically strong, well-read, has ambitions and goals outside of marriage and a family, and is generally just so cool. And she is very much a woman because of all these things.

Again, she has ambitions (at least in seasons 1-4, before her character was ruined a little). She wanted to travel, she wanted to write, she wanted to accomplish so much. At some point, the writers forgot about that and she didn't get to do that. Had she been written consistently, I think she would not have said yes to Eric's proposal and instead suggested that they look for colleges to attend together and move in together after high school. Then they could get engaged later in life.

She supported Jackie (when she wasn't being written inconsistently). She made sure Jackie didn't forget about her pregnancy scare. She made sure Jackie didn't run back to Kelso right after he cheated on her with Laurie. She tried to help Jackie and Hyde make up after Hyde cheated, not because she didn't think Hyde hurt Jackie but because she saw that Jackie loved Hyde. She wanted Jackie to be happy, and she knew she was happy with Hyde. She also knew Hyde really regretted cheating and would make up for it (of course, he didn't, but that's more bad writing and not something a consistent Hyde would do). And a consistent, true-to-character Donna would not have been so hypocritical about Jackie and Hyde being together in the beginning of season 5. That whole thing was super OOC and manufactured for conflict.

She was a feminist. I love it when characters have causes they're dedicated to because I have causes that I'm dedicated to. That passion for something so real helps me connect to the character. I am a feminist and I stand for equal rights for people of all genders, especially trans people. Seeing Donna be passionate about the women's movement is such a cool thing to see. I know her feminism is also written inconsistently, but the main values are there.

I could go on, honestly. But what I really want to wrap this up with is simple: I don't care if you don't like Donna. I am not trying to make you like Donna. I don't want to hear about why you don't like Donna, because I really don't care. I just want people to realize that Donna was a victim of poor writing and her character became unlikeable through that. Her inconsistencies do not indicate her true character.

And I will most likely be writing more long, detailed metas on this subject in the near future. :)

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The First Of Many - Aaron Hotchner

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None. 

Warnings/notes: Poorly written smut. Smut really isn’t my strongest suit, it always ends up being super OOC, and I’m also really writer’s blocked so I’m sorry if this is shit. I hope it’s not too bad though😭 Not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. Send in more requests for Criminal Minds! (No more smut though)

Wordcount: 4831

Summary: After one month of dating, it’s finally time for the two of you to go all the way, for the first time but not by far the last. 

In your teenage years, you hadn’t had much luck with relationships.

You were too… uninvested, caring more about getting a good education and job than going out on daily adventures and dates with a significant other. Everyone you ever went out with were too demanding for attention and while there was nothing wrong with that in theory, it wasn’t for you.

The only person of the opposite gender that you kept in contact with for longer than a month, although your relationship was purely platonic, was Derek Morgan.

You met in university and stuck together through everything after that, the two of you taking up Judo, studying law and later joining the Chicago police force together.

You started out as a simple officer and you were satisfied with that as long as you had Derek by your side, but once he left to join the FBI, you started working yourself up to the higher ranks.

You worked on many cases with a large variety of crime and still kept in touch with Derek, and when you were put in charge of a case on which your superior had already called in the BAU for assistance, you finally got to meet the team he always spoke so highly of.

You reunited with Derek in person for the first time in years and met Hotch, coincidentally getting stuck with him for majority of the case, where both of you managed to tell the other enough about yourselves to form a bond.

Derek had always joked about the fact that his superior was like a male version of you and you had always just laughed it off, but now that you got to meet him in person, you couldn’t help but agree.

Just like you, Agent Hotchner seemed fonder of his job than he was of romance, and although that probably wasn’t the healthiest of ways to prioritize, you were happy to find someone who thought like you did.

After working on the case together in Chicago, you kept bumping into each other during other cases that you weren’t working together and eventually, he called you on your personal cell to invite you out for coffee, after which you never really stayed away from each other again.

You went out on numerous dates, both out in public, at your place, and at his whenever Jack was with his aunt. But you had yet to spend the night with each other, which also meant you had yet to take it all the way, some intense kissing and over-the-clothes touching being the furthest you’d gone this far.

Although more time had passed since you first met, this weekend was marking your one month anniversary of dating and in some miraculous way, your loved ones had convinced both of you to take the weekend off to go on a trip, just the two of you.

If only they knew the reason that you were suddenly so easily convinced to leave your beloved jobs behind.

You’d arrived in the cabin that Rossi had been kind enough to arrange for you an hour ago. While Hotch had busied himself with carrying your bags inside and making everything ready for your stay, you wasted no time in heading for the kitchen to start on dinner.

Only twenty minutes later the dark had fallen outside, and inside, candles were lit all over the connected kitchen and living room area, soft jazz playing from the living room stereo while you moved around in the kitchen.

You hummed along to the music quietly under your breath while you moved back and forth between the kitchen counters, enjoying the rare calmness you were feeling.

As opposed to you who’d had the entire day off from work and been able to take your sweet time to pack and get ready, Hotch had been forced to hurry home from work to make it to you in time, meaning he’d had little to no time to prepare.

So once he had finished everything on his mental to-do list upon arriving, he had kissed you temporarily goodbye and left you alone to go take a quick shower.

You had the chicken, potatoes and vegetables in the oven and were preparing dessert, popping a piece of the dark chocolate you were currently chopping into tiny pieces into your mouth, just as arms wrapped around you from behind.

Your head instinctively leaned back into his chest as the fresh smell of his shampoo and cologne entered your nostrils, your eyes falling shut and a wide smile automatically spreading across your lips.

Hotch bent his head down to your shoulder, his lips pressing against the exposed skin of your neck.

Your hand slowly but surely lost its grip on the knife at the feeling. “How was the shower?” You asked.

He took a moment, reaching up to move your hair for better access and pressing another kiss right below your ear before finally placing his chin on your elbow to look down at what you were doing.

“Lonely.” He replied simply, and you hummed.

Reaching out for the pieces of chocolate that still remained intact, you picked one of them up and held it up to his face, turning your own to the side to offer him a smile. “Want some?” You asked, and he smiled right back.

“Sure.” He agreed, but instead of taking the piece of chocolate and putting it in his mouth, he simply put it back down on the cutting board and spun you around to face him, wasting no time in leaning in to kiss you to taste the sweet and bitter chocolate still lingering on your lips.

You guessed you shouldn’t have been surprised, the man who others saw as boring and stoic always being cheekier than they’d ever believe behind closed door when it was just the two of you.

But still, you hadn’t seen it coming, sucking in a sharp breath through your nose when you felt his tongue brush against your lips.

Your hands automatically grabbed the edge of the counter behind you to pull yourself up on your tippy toes, your entire body curving into his, but as quickly as it had started, it was over, as he pulled away with a lazy, mischievous smile, tongue licking his lips.

“That’s not what I meant, you know.” You wasted no time in saying, giving him a pointed look. But the smile on your lips was there to stay.

He smiled with you, taking a few small steps closer to you and by doing so completely trapping you between the kitchen counter and his body.

“I know, but it tastes better this way.” He replied in a cheeky manner, and you shook your head with a laugh.

“Why are you like this?”

“Is that a complaint?” He raised a teasing eyebrow, slowly rubbing his hands up and down your sides.

“No.” You chuckled softly, shaking your head.

“I thought so.” He chuckled, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips; a small act of affection that you gladly welcomed.

His hands stilled on your hips and you moved your arms up to circle his neck, fingers instantly starting to play with the hair at the back of his head.

You got so caught up in the kiss that you completely missed when he started moving his hands again, until they smoothly brushed their way inside your blouse, the feeling of his skin against yours causing your heart to quicken.

“Aaron…” You mumbled out against his lips, and he hummed.

“Yes?”

“Stop distracting me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. I have to-“ You had to cut yourself short, your breath quivering when you felt his hands move out of your blouse and down to your butt. “I have to finish dinner.” You finally finished once you managed to regain your composure, but despite your lame words of protest, your body was saying yes, and he knew it.

“We didn’t come here to have dinner.” He spoke simply, that mere sentence sending a tingle through your entire body.

“We haven’t even put the sheets into the bed yet, though.” You pointed out, giggling when he pressed a featherlight kiss to the spot on your neck where he knew you were the most ticklish.

“Who said it had to be on the bed?” He fired back and at that, you brought your hands own to the sides of his face, forcing him to look at you.

“Eager, are we?” You raised a taunting eyebrow at him.

But he wasn’t fazed, raising an eyebrow to match your own. “Does that surprise you?”

“No.” You mused, feeling your pupils expanding and your lips pulling into a seductive smile as you took his chin in your hand to hold it in place.

While he kept inspecting you and your every move, you averted your eyes from his, instead moving your gaze down to his lips to which you leaned in to brush yours against.

He instinctively pushed his face forward at the feeling in an attempt to kiss you, but you held his chin in place, amusement playing freely in your eyes as they flickered back up to meet his.

“I’m warning you.” You mumbled close to his lips. “I scratch and bite.”

“You’re going to crawl and beg, too.” He, much to your surprise, didn’t miss a single beat in responding, causing your taunting, seductive façade to falter.

“Did you just make a joke?” You asked, eyebrows raising in a mixture of surprise and impressiveness.

To this, he smirked. “I’m not as humorously incompetent as people think.”

You hummed, finally dropping his chin. “I hope you’re as competent in other areas as you are in comedy.”

“I’ll leave that for you to decide.” He lowly spoke, the humour still lingering in his voice but his eyes telling an entirely different story.

He was impatient, you could see it in his face and feel it in the way he held you, and before you got the time to respond, you got it confirmed as he leaned in to reattach your lips.

This time he was the one to bring a hand up to your head to hold you in place, only showing his impatience further.

He wasn’t planning on stopping this time, nor was he letting you interfere or protest any more. Much to his satisfaction, you hadn’t been planning to in the first place, very willingly returning the anticipation and eagerness.

You were both so eager, in fact, that you couldn’t even be bothered to move out of the kitchen.

After pushing the knife and cutting board to the side, Hotch wasted no time in lifting you up onto the kitchen counter, one hand resting at the curve of your hip and the other finding the back of your thigh.

He stepped in between your legs and you wrapped them around him to get as close as you possibly could, a small moan leaving your lips and getting muffled into the kiss at the feeling of his already growing bulge pressing against your core.

That’s what really set you off, both of your movements getting hurried and rushed after the first taste of pleasure.

Both of you were grinding into each other, desperate for friction, pressure and release, and this was about where you usually stopped.

But this time was different, it was finally time to take the next step in your relationship and so you just kept going, your hands fisting the lower hem of his maroon shirt and hurriedly lifting it up.

He helped you along, breaking off the kiss only for a second in order to lift his arms and let you rid him of his shirt, before latching his lips right back onto yours and wasting no time in beginning to work on the buttons of your blouse as you began working on the belt of his jeans.

The belt came undone in only a few seconds and you didn’t bother pulling it out of its loops, simply moving on to the button and zipper.

You went to push his jeans down but before you could, an impatient tug was delivered at your shirt.

Panting against each other’s lips as you pulled away, you didn’t waste a second, lifting your arms and allowing him to pull the floral blouse over your head.

It was discarded to the floor like his had been only moments before and he instantly moved his hands to your back, effortlessly undoing the clasp of your bra and pulling it off.

A gust of cold air hit you as your upper body became completely exposed, goosebumps rising on your skin and the buds of your breasts tightening.

Your head fell back into the cabinet behind you as Hotch buried his face in your neck, leaving kisses behind as he brought a slow hand up your body, stopping only when he reached your right breast where he took it in his hand and swiped his thumb over your nipple.

His hand was warm just like the rest of his body but his touch did the exact opposite of calming down the goosebumps occupying your skin, leaving even more in its wake as he took his time exploring your body.

Once a few more seconds had passed, your impatience got the best of you, urging you to move your hand down to your own pants to undo the button and zipper.

When hearing the familiar sound of metal grinding against metal, Hotch brought his face back up from your neck and released your breast to instead help you out of your pants.

He pulled them down your hips and took your underwear with them, carefully watching every new inch of skin that became revealed as he pulled the two articles of clothing down your thighs, all the way down to your calves and off your feet.

Once they were discarded to the floor like the rest of your clothes, he grabbed one of your feet in his hands and slowly began to kiss his way back up your leg.

Your core was aching and throbbing with need as you watched him from above, your heart palpitating in your chest and feeling about ready to burst by the time he reached your inner thigh.

When he came face to face with your heat, he looked up to meet your gaze, his eyes just as dark with lust as yours.

“Don’t be afraid to tell me what you like. I want this to be as pleasurable for you as possible.” He told you before you got the chance to say anything, his face hard and determined just like it was when he was feeling passionate about a case.

The depth of his voice and the primal look in his eyes forced you to clench your thighs together in a desperate attempt to keep your arousal at bay, and the only answer you could get out was a pathetically small “Okay.”

But albeit small, it was all the response he needed, keeping eye-contact with you as he moved his face in, only looking away when his lips came in contact with your heat.

Your eyes squeezed shut as he pushed the tip of his tongue inside and licked the first strip up your core, your head falling back into the cabinet with a painful bang.

But that was the least of your concerns right now, the only thing you were able to focus on being the intense amount of butterflies that erupted in your stomach.

You raised one of your hands to hold on to the bottom edge of the cabinet and left the other one to hold on to the edge of the counter, both hand squeezing the wood until your knuckles turned white in an attempt to keep yourself upright.

While you did that, Hotch moved his hands to the back of your thighs, effortlessly pulling you further down on the counter to gain better access.

The sudden pull on your legs caused a surprised yelp to leave your lips, but it did in fact help the matter of access and you wasted no time in raising your legs over his shoulders as he hardened his grip on your thighs.

“Tell me what you want.”

His voice was muffled between your thighs but you heard him just as well nonetheless, letting out a drawled moan at the feeling of the vibrations of his voice travel through you.

“It’s good, it’s good. Just-“ You sucked in a breath at the feeling of his tongue coming in contact with the sensitive bundle of nerves. “Just a little to the left.”

He wasted no time in doing as told, following your instructions to the letter, and moving his tongue just a little bit to the side.

The pleasure intensified immediately, but it still wasn’t enough, his movements teasing you more than giving you the release you needed.

“A little more.” He moved again. “A little more…” And once more, this time causing your breath to hitch in your throat as he brushed over the perfect spot, your hand leaving the counter to grab his hair.

A muffled sound of what you guessed to be pain left his lips as you tugged on his raven locks, causing you to loosen your grip, a breathless apology falling from your lips.

The soft jazz was still playing from the stereo at the end of the living room, but the notes of music were quickly drowned out by your pants, whines, and moans.

“Just like that, right there. Don’t stop.” You begged him, your thighs clenching so tightly around his head that they began to tremble.

He obviously wasn’t comfortable with the pressure you put on his skull, judging by the way his grip on your thighs tightened to the point where it hurt, but he did nothing to stop you or himself, continuing to flick his tongue with more skill than you’d ever experienced before, leaving you in total and utter shock.

The handful of times you’d been with a partner before, it had either taken you an hour to come from receiving oral, if not even more, or you hadn’t been able to in the first place. Even when you pleasured yourself, you would need time to build up the high.

For a while you had seriously started considering the possibility that something was wrong with you, but as Hotch had the all too familiar knot building up in your stomach in a matter of a few, mere minutes, you came to the realization that you had simply been with the wrong partners.

And as your entire body tensed up as you reached your climax and toppled over the edge, you knew that you could never go back. This was the standard you would be holding from now one, and no one would be able to reach it except for the very man who had set the bar.

Once you had come down from your high, your legs falling limp on his shoulders, he stood back up, chest heaving up and down rapidly, just as breathless as you were.

You were still holding on to the cabinet behind you for the extra support as your body trembled, and you watched with dark, hooded eyes as he clenched his jaw a few times and wiped his lips.

His chin was slick with your juices and his hair was tousled and messy on his head, courtesy of your merciless tugging.

Before you could say or do anything, he was back between your legs, pressing his lips to yours and pulling your body against his by the small of your back.

His lips tasted of you, salty and bitter in the best way possible, and you did nothing to fight his advances when he brought his hands down to your butt and lifted you up against him.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and locked them behind his back, getting so lost in the kiss that you barely even noticed that you were moving until your back hit the plush pillows of the couch.

You’d expect a man like him, always so gentle, to set you down with the same amount of care that he usually handled you with, but he did no such thing, tossing you down as if you were a ragdoll made to be manhandled.

He held himself above you, but as he went to get comfortable, you used all of your strength to push him up, taking him by surprise and being able to push him down into the couch.

He stared at you with mild shock for a moment but quickly recovered, doing nothing to protest when you went down on your knees and began tugging the dark washed jeans down his legs.

Once they were off, you wasted no time taking him into your hand, your core once again beginning to throb with anticipation.

With painfully slow movements, you pumped him once, twice and three times, holding his gaze the entire time as you leaned in and took him in your mouth.

He watched you the entire time, clearly trying his hardest to keep himself under control, and even when you closed your eyes to concentrate, you could feel his hard gaze burning into the top of your head.

You began moving your head up and down, tongue swirling around the head while your sucked-in cheeks stimulated the length.

With gentle movements, he collected your hair into his hand, holding it in a ponytail at the base of your neck, and while others would have used it as a way to control you, he held it as if you were made out of porcelain, letting you set the pace.

You only got to stay at your knees for a minute or two though, before you were impatiently being pulled back up and once again laid down on your back where you were instantly met with a long, steady kiss.

“I love you.” He mumbled as you came apart and you smiled, taking his face in your hands to pull him in for another, quick peck.

“I love you, too.” You replied, the words falling easily from your lips.

You’d only been dating for a month but like previously stated, you had known each other a long while before officially becoming romantically involved, so the L-word had been crossed off your romantic progress-list pretty early, and it was by no means foreign to the two of you.

No more words were spoken after that, his head hanging down by your shoulder as he lined himself up at your entrance and pushed himself inside.

Your entire body tensed up at the feeling but your lower region was as relaxed as ever, slick and ready for him since long ago and easily letting him slide inside.

He wasted no time in finding a good pace and rhythm, exploring the new territory for a while in search for your sweet spot. When he eventually found it, he didn’t stray off course once, adding to the euphoria by giving your small bundle of nerves the same amount of attention.

As you might’ve already been able to guess, dinner ended up being burned beyond recognition, the smoke detector letting out its first deafening blare only a minute after you had finished.

You made a joke about the timing and got one of his rare laughs in return, getting comfortable in the sofa while he moved to put his boxers back on so that he could turn off the oven and the alarm.

You ended up not eating at all in the end, moving into the bedroom where one round turned into two, turning into three, turning into four.

His hands stayed on your body throughout the entire night, not leaving a single spot undiscovered, making sure to worship and set fire to every inch.

You kept going until every drip of energy was drained from your bodies and eventually, you passed out stark naked, legs tangled together in the damp sheets, holding each other close.

You were the first one to wake up the morning after, freezing thanks to the many layers of dried sweat on your skin being exposed to the air. You couldn’t bring yourself to be anything other than content though, being blessed with the sight of the man you loved in his most natural and vulnerable state.

You found it funny that his face managed to be pulled into a frown even when he was knocked out cold, but the mess that had become of his hair made him appear less serious and more peaceful, more normal.

A few strands were falling down into his eyes, and you reached out to carefully brush them away and back to their rightful place.

You would’ve loved nothing more than to stay there and watch him until he woke up, but that would’ve been creepy and quite frankly, you were starving, which probably wasn’t the strangest thing in the world with the activities you’d partaken in the night before in mind.

As carefully as you could, you slid out of the bed and stood up. Not surprisingly, you had to take a moment to allow your legs to adjust, your muscles tired and weak even after sleep.

Once you were sure you wouldn’t fall on your ass, you shuffled over to the other side of the room, picking up the closest article of clothing that you could find which so happened to be Hotch’s shirt, still laying neatly folded at the top of his open suitcase.

You shook it out and slipped it on, buttoning it up just enough to cover your privates and turned around to spare his sleeping form a last glance, before tipping out into the kitchen.

The clock on the wall was the first thing you took note of when you entered, realizing that it was no more then eight o’clock.

You highly debated just turning around and going back to bed, but the rumble of your stomach shot that idea down immediately.

So you continued into the kitchen, where memories of the night before instantly flashed into your head the second you caught sight of the kitchen counter, your heart skipping a beat in your chest at the fresh memory.

You smiled to yourself and did nothing to stop the thoughts from filling your mind, actively continuing to reminisce about it as you moved around the kitchen, cleaning up the mess you had left behind the night before.

Once the burnt chicken was thrown out and everything was in order, you started on making some breakfast, and you felt his presence join yours in the room before he even reached you.

Your skin was still prickled with uncomfortable goosebumps and you couldn’t help but to let out a soft sigh of relief when his warm body pressed against yours from behind, his arms wrapping around you and instantly making your body heat rise.

His lips were on the side of your neck in an instant, moving on to press a second kiss to your shoulder where his too-big shirt had slid off.

“Well, good morning to you, too.” You smiled, pulling the pan of scrambled eggs away from the hot stove to turn around.

He smiled down at you once you came face to face, holding you weakly by the waist. “How are you feeling?” He asked.

You met his smile with one twice as wide and raised your hands to his neck. “I’ve never been better. How about you?”

“Never been better.” He repeated your words, leaning in to press his lips against yours in a small peck before pulling away and leaning his forehead against yours. “Last night was great.”

The corners of your lips automatically twitched as the memories once again clouded your mind. “It was.” You agreed quietly.

“We should do it again.” He mumbled without missing a beat, his lips tugging into a playful smile and seconds later lightly pinching your side, causing you to jump.

“Aaron!” You lightheartedly scolded him, slapping his hand away. “I’m still sore from yesterday.”

“Is that a no?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head amusedly, silently wondering to yourself how he could already be suggesting such a demanding activity when he could barely keep his eyes open yet.

Still, you pulled him closer and with a mischievous smile, placed your lips on his, this small act acting as all the go-ahead he needed to pull you in for yet another round.

Afterwards, you complained about the continuous waste of good food and in turn, he sat down to eat the scrambled eggs that by then had turned cold and stale, all while sporting a shit-eating grin and childlike, playful attitude, way too pleased with himself for getting what he wanted but nonetheless looking nothing short of adorable; a side of him that no one but you got to witness.

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[hqxreader]

Can u write a Kageyama x reader where you two just started dating so the idea of u going to his games is kinda scary. U finally convince him to let u come so u go to one of his games but Then he sees u hugging oikawa and gets super jealous cause bruh come on he hates that dude and when he confronts the two of u, ur like “bruh whatcha mean he’s my brother” and Kageyama feels like the world is ending cause his super nice and sweet gf has a demon of a brother

This was fun! I think Kageyama is a bit a lot ooc but let’s just roll with it, cool? I hope the gf comes off as nice, while writing it I was like shooooot. She’s not rude but.. well you’ll see! I hope you enjoy!   

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✦ Kageyama and you have been dating for about 3 weeks now and you still haven't convinced him to let you come to one of his games. 

✦ You sat on the bed in his bedroom and continued to try and convince him bribe him to let you come to one of his games.

✦ You know what’s good at bribing your boyfriend? Milk. And kisses too. 

✦ “Kageyamaaa, I just wanna come to one of your games, please? I’ll buy your lunch milk all next week!” 

✦ Kageyama raised an eyebrow at you, why should you have to buy milk for him? He can buy his own milk. 

✦ “I can buy my own milk y/n, you don’t have to do that.” 

✦ A sour look grew on your face as your proposal was thrown away, “but at least tell me why I can’t come? Are you nervous? Can’t play in front of me?” 

✦ It wasn’t that Kageyama was nervous, no, he knew he could play just fine with you there, if anything better. He was worried that if you came, you could potentially have a Hinata situation. What would happen if you ran into one of the players from the other teams? He couldn’t be with you all the time. 

✦ “It’s just not safe, okay? It’s a scary place.” “It’s a scary place?” “Yep.” 

✦ You sighed. Time for Plan B. 

✦ You cupped Kageyama's cheeks and started to pepper kisses all over his face, mumbling words as you did so, “Come on Kageyama,” Kiss. “Please?” Kiss. “Just one game?”

✦ Kageyama’s whole face was flushed and he eventually pushed you away, 

✦ “Okay! Okay! You can come to our next game, Angel.” 

✦ Big celebratory surprise hug for Kags.

-Mini time skip thanks to COLD. SWEET. TEA.-

✦ It’s the day of the game and you’re really excited, wearing Kageyama’s second jersey, that you also had to beg him to let you wear.  

✦ “Wait, you want to wear my other jersey?” “Yeah! It’ll look cute! Come on Kageyama please?” 

✦ It was after the game and you stood in the back hallway waiting for Karasuno to come out from the stadium when someone whispered, “Boo.” in your ear.  

✦ You jumped up, about the karate chop somebody, when you turned around to find it was just your brother and Iwaizumi. 

✦ “Really Tooru!?” Oikawa stood there laughing, Iwaizumi shaking his head at his best friend's immaturity. 

✦ “What are you two doing out here? Shouldn’t be with your team or something?” “I just had to come see my cute little y/n-chan!” 

✦ You gave him a small smile and shook your head at him, starting to get into a conversation about who Seijoh would be playing. 

✦ “Now give your big brother a good luck hug!” You stepped forward and gave him the hug he wanted.

✦ Just as you two were hugging, Karasuno was coming down the hallway and Kageyama saw you hugging Oikawa.

✦ What were you doing hugging Oikawa? You two didn’t fight or anything right? Leave on bad terms? Had he said something wrong? 

✦ “Hey! Look, Kageyama it’s the Grand King and.. Is that y/n??” He hears Hinata say but all he can feel is this rage building up in his gut. 

✦ Hinata looked up at Kageyama to see him glaring at Oikawa and you talking, and it clicked in his mind, “l see now! You’re jealous Bakegeyama!” “Hinata-boke!” 

✦ Kageyama walked up to the three of you, scowl on his face. 

✦ “Tobio-chan!” 

✦ You turned around and saw your boyfriend walking up to you, Oikawa, and Iwaizumi, waving at him. “Hi Kageyama, congratulations on your win!” 

✦ Kageyama stood by your side, mumbling a, “Thank you,” and glared at Oikawa, “What’s he doing here?”

✦ You looked at Kageyama with a quizzical look, “Kageyama, he’s my older brother, you didn’t know that?”

✦ Wait. What? When did that happen? Since the request was sent in.

✦ Kageyama turned to you in shock, “But, you’re an angel.. and he’s a demon..” “Tobio-chan! You’re so rude!”  

✦ You just laughed at him, “Exactly! I didn’t want anyone knowing I was related to him, so I always have people call me by my first name.” “y/n-chan! Why are you so mean to me?” “I don’t blame her Trashykawa, I wouldn’t want people to know I was related to you either.” “Iwa-chan!” lots of chans goin on here folks

✦ Kageyama still couldn’t wrap his head around it, and now Oikawa and Kageyama have another thing to discuss besides volleyball, you. 

Like you know to make sure he’s treating you right and everything, that jazz.. Okay I hope you enjoyed!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I know is still early as hell. But when mother's day come around, hopefully, my country will be out of quarentine. And I will be super busy.

So. I noticed that you all like a Chisaki who begrudily shows his emotions. So why not?

Btw, the character might be a bit OOc on this one. Sorry about that and stay safe.

Mother's day...

His chest was enveloped by that tightness and bitter sweet sensation as he watched the outdoors, propagandas, and the worst, kids and other people celebrating on the fucking street with the person who brought them to this disgusting word.

Some had the luxury of having good parents right when born. Those spoiled bastards like the heroes surely didn't know what torture people had been through, more specifically the ones who didn't belonged to that word, the ones abandoned on the darkness... which hero would come to there anyway?

Heck, even in the fucking yakusa some had their parents who didn't treated them like shit.

To say the least. Father and Mother's day... wasn't a very found date of his.

He just had this eyes full of pure pain and not so great nostalgia. Memories of his past coming back like some type of torturous flash... the beating, the yelling... everything.

Pops did his best through the years to make some change of it. But with no success.

He walked past the door of his home, shoulders feeling like he was carrying the world on his back and head throbbing with a headache.

"You're back Kai!" A soft voice brought him back to reality as he merely gave a blank loook at his girlfriend, walling towards him with that smile.

He only nodded at her, not noticing her eyebrows furrowing in worry bit brushing it off as his usual attitude.

"I.. I'm going to go visit my mother for a bit." His heart seemed to sand at that, but his face didn't even twitched "If you want, you can come-"

"No." Simple and short was his answer, no harshness or annoyance on his tone, only... empytiness, lifting his gloved hand up and lowering after it with a sigh "Have a good day, careful when you come back...will you?" He said in a broken and flat tone as he walked past you.

Your worry only grew at seing that he didn't entered his office like usual, but the bedrock instead... you knew what this was all about, yet you couldn't stop over worrying about him..

You sighed as your phone buzzed, your mother worried why you were taking so long as you got out of the house with other plans in your head besides seing your mom...

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His back rested on the mattress as his hollow gaze was directed at the windows and balcony of his room. Memories haunting him like some type of ghost or even demon that wouldn't just leave him alone.

The disgust on her face every fucking time she would look at him, him being beaten up by his biological father as she looked at her reports or clothes while he cried for her to help him.... after the incident of his father's death, her gaze towards him was absolutely the worst, not only she had that disgust, but at that time it was fear.

Like she was looking at the Devil itself at that time.

Did it cost so much to have one look of her with... care? Heck, no one asked to be born, especially him that by five or eight years of his life the only thing he wanted to was to dissapear.

He took a shuddering breath at remembering those nights where he manage to read books that weren't related about medical advances neither case of diseases... one kid's book he found on the street once and cleaned, it was childish and boring compared to the ones he had read, but he remember how it described the love of a mother towards her child.

He wanted that... was it so difficult? Was it so difficult for her to even spare at glance at him like the book itself described it? Was he so broken and disgusting that he wasn't deserved of a mother's genuine love?

Was it so difficult for her to treat him like her son? He remembered one time where at the age of six, he saw a kid on the hospital crying on their mother for just receiving a injection, seeking comfort on her... and when he came to touch the white overcoat of his own mother to catch her attention, the scowl she gave was enough for him to retreat back and stay on his corner.

He forgot how in his childhood days, he just wanted to know and feel like how it was being loved and what that word meant... he saw many parents hugging their childs and praising them, why he couldn't have that...?

Was something that bad for him to be born?

He stopped his train of thought when the door of his bedroom clicked. For a moment, he could care less at anyone who saw him that way, casual clothes as he had this broken look on his face, he could just order them to get out... but when he saw you with a bad on your hand, his body stiffen immediately.

"What are you doing in here?" I thought you were-" he started with a irritated tone of voice, praying that you didn't noticed his moment of weakness.

"I was. But I told her I would compensate on another day spending with her. I told my mom it was kinda of an 'emergency'." You smiled as you settled the tiny bug on the nightstand and frowned slightly at his his eyes, pink instead of the color white in them, but being the stubborn man he is, even with no one around, he refused to spare a single tear.

He sighed, eyes closing as he layed his head in the matress as he pointed with his palm while his free other glived hand pinched his covered nose.

"What is even this?"

You unwrapped it. One fo Kai's favorite pantries with a bit of berries on it. His sweet tooth was something so endearing for you that it made you smile purely only at him.

"I thought a little picked me up would do you some good." You cooed as he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked at what you brought. Immediately sighing, but still reaching for it.

"This will dirty the bedroom and you are the one cleaning after wards." He mumbled as he stared at the sweet on hjs hand enveloped by a napkin.

"Definitely. But will you complain about that 'I missed a spot' or something later, surely." Yoj let out a giggle but immediate stopped when you saw that you got no reaction of his. Only that he placed the sweet back on the box and returned it to the nightstand.

Ok. Serious. This shit was serious.

You sighed and walked around the bed to sit besides him, back resting on the mattress the same as him, watching him carefully.

Neber on your life you would think that you were gonna be so close yet so far from Chisaki. You were literally touching shoulders legs and shoulders with, and he didn't even scoffed or complain it about it! Yet, his mind was so stuck on whatever bad memory of his right now, that it made quite difficult to reach out for him.

Yet, you were persistent. Going for something that you knew that if anyone did that with him, they would be dead on the spot.

But not only were you brave, you knew he cared and allowed you to do it.

You sighed in hope, reaching out a gentle hand to cup his covered cheek and carresed gently. Earning only a look as if he was questioning you.

But before he could mutter one word, you slid your fingers to his ear and slowly took off his black mask, lips on that strict and straight line as his eyebrows furrowed at your actions, but he did nothing to stop you.

You holded his face gently before touching your lips in both of his cheeks and after his lips... he did nothing to stop you still.

Then you pushed his head to rest on your chest where your heart bumps could echo on his ears. His body once stiff relaxed a bit when he heard that sound which helped him to sleep.

Gentle fingers started to scratch carefully and caress his dark brow looks. The amount of love on your actions almost overwhelmed him if it wasn't for his hollow and numb estate of mind.

The voice of his mother echoed on his head along with your heart beat his jaw tighten as his arms came hesitantly to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like this day, not even a bit." You whispered on his hair as you felt him blinking on your skin "But you wanna know something?... I have one, one only reason to thank that woman..." he arched his eyebrow at that, lifting himself from your chest to look down at you like you had grow not only a second, but a third head along.

Ever since he admitted, opened himself to talk about his past for you, your rage towards those two was almost, if not equal, to his own.

You touched forehead with him as you interlocked your fingers with his. Doing your best to put ever live you had towards this man in every word.

"I only have to thank her despicable existence, for making and bringing you on this world... my knight in shinning armor, my yakusa's boss." You sighed dreamily and pecked his lips once again "My devil."

When you opened your eyes the last thing you were expecting to see was his eyes tightly closed as his shoulders trembled.

You cooed an apology immediately, desperately in making up to him but he just let his face fall to your shoulder as he let out a muffled sob.

"Dammit (Y/n)..!" He whispered as he tried to control his breathing and how his heart was hammering against his chest, your fingers on his back, lips on his temple and sweet words only overwhelmed him in a way he hated, despise it to be.

A moment where all the walls he had built on his years of life complete fell...

You must have notice how he was still trying to hold back by the way you embraced him, whispering things that he swear was the reason for his break down.

"I love you, Chisaki Kai. And I always will... hou already protect me, so let me do the same?"

His face fell from your shoulders to your thighs and stomach, burring himself on them as he gripped in your waist like a life saver as he let out all the tears he needed to shed in his silent crying with only a few sobs here and there.

All the love he didn't know he needed and secretly craved ever since childhood, he was receiving right now as a young adult from his partner... how was that even possible? Him? Receiving such a divine thing from such a beautiful and sweet person like youserlf?

He didn't know for ling he cried in your stomach, opting to bury his face on it to hide his shame of acting like he was a weak midget again... savoring like a starved man at your sweet touches and whispers of love confessions and praises.

Who needed the love love of a project of a mother when he had such a beautiful angel like yourself to care for him?

He didn't count how long he stayed there, but he did remener that it wasn't nighttime when you had come back and entered you guys room.

He sighed shakily as his grip lessen only for a bit, getting half or one inch away from you so he could take a deep breath and come back again.

"She really didn't know what she lost." You suddenly said while carresing his dark brow hair as his embrace tighten "You just are the incarnation of perfection, dammit, how blind and dumb were they?"

He tsked and scoffed in your skin.

"Dramatic..." he spoke with a sore voice, gruffly and hoarse as he heard your giggles.

"I speak only the truth here!"

He slowly got up and locked his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and burried his face in your hair. His mysophobia completely forgotten as he enjoyed the love and care from someone that knew him, respect him.... loved him.

"Aw?" You cooed as you hugged his neck "Someone is in the cuddling mood?" He only scoffed and burried his face on your neck even more "I thought cuddling was, what the words you said again?" You stopped hugging his neck to mockingly poke your chin "Ah! 'Useless and disgusting-"

"Dammit woman, just hug me for once." He growled as he tighten his arms in your waist. His words making your heart melt, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as your arms returned to his neck.

"I love you." You cooed, nuzzling your face on his own shoulder while he squeezed you tight as his response.

Some time passed with both of you locked in the arms of each other, the two of you agreeing to at least lay down until you remembered that you were still on casual clothes not sleeping ones.

Although when you tried to move he only grunted and tighten his embrace over you, face resting on the top of your head.

"Kai I have to change."

"... just five minutes and you go." He whispered lowly in the top of your head, sending shivers even to the tips of your toes.

You forgotten thhat once Kai was in this mood he bargained and refused to let you go. And him being almost in the verge of sleep no less? You were stuck. Amd you couldn't be more happy with that.

At least you brought peace to him on a day where his last came to haunt him.

[twdeadfanfic]

Do not read more if you don’t want spoilers for the next episode.

And if you don’t want to read me bitching and being very, very, very upset, and just veting my thoughts and what not in something that I can feel will be very long and very pathetic on my side, and very rambly. Because probably (I know my followers more than you think even if you are a lot, I’m always thinking on content for you all, so I like to check on you from time to time randomly like a creep) I’m pretty sure you won’t agree with me. Seriously. Just let me vent and hate me in silence.

So.

I already knew Daryl and Carol will leave everyone else behind if not in season 11 in the spin off.

But.

The fact that Daryl already tells Carol about New Mexico? In this episode already? That he willingly offers to leave behind everyone else... alright, I take he doesn’t care about any other person...but the kids? He just would go and leave them behind. Wonderful. Fantastic. Everything I’ve never imagined I’ll have to witness Daryl do.

I always knew Carol owns him and he does as she tells, she whistles he goes, and has no agency of his own when he’s with her. (One of my main problems with it). 

But seriously.

He is willing to leave Judith and RJ. Even if Daryl suddenly realizes he doesn’t care for the kids enough to stay if Carol wants to leave, he said he’d watch over them. Judith cried saying what what if Daryl left too and he said he wouldn’t. But oh, yes, he’s willing to leave her.

I know every caryl will be partying, and most of them would come to mock me and everyone else who disagree (but that’s the way the world works, and you get what you want by being mean and sending hate, and bulling and mocking people, I know it in the real world.) I know that I shouldn’t be writing this.

But I’m oh so pissed. So annoyed. So brokenhearted. So dissapointed in my favourite character in the world. So incredibly sad. I feel like I’m mourning what I thought Daryl to be.

Not because a ship that makes me feel super weird (for already stated reasons and some others...like her constantly abandoning him yet Daryl throws everything and everyone the moment she whistles for him), even if that throws me off a lot. I might be able to stomach it. After all, I used to like Carol, I know it doesn’t sound like that, but I used to love her, maybe not to the point of Daryl, Michonne and Maggie, but she was pretty high in my favourites.

It’s not a damn ship that I don’t like, but the fact that in the blink of an eye, Daryl’d leave behind two kids, his niece and nephew that I thought he loved with all he had, that he was supposed to watch over. Yes, he doesn’t leave it yet (I mean, Carol says no). But he’s willing to do it, and that’s enough for me. And I do know he will. So, nothing to look forwards to for me.

I love Daryl. He was selfless and caring, and he got a family that he cared a lot for and was loyal to them...but now I see that loyalty was only to Carol. The kids of his other two best friends are there and they need him and he’ll just walk away.

I won’t say it’s ooc, because it can’t be, it’s the show, if only it’s my views of Daryl what are ooc. But I was so damn wrong. I’m so dissapointed on him. I feel my heart is broken. The character I always loved more than anyone else in any show, book, anything, feels like it’s gone. I just can’t see the Daryl I wrote about.

And yes before you all bloodthirsty partiers come for me, I shipped Donnie. But I already came to terms with the fact it was just bullshit to rile people up, and that Daryl does not give a shit for Connie. You do not need to tell me. I know. It’s clear. I was a blind idiot. (And for Lydia, too).

But it goes beyond shipping. I wouldn’t be this upset and brokenhearted for that.

It’s that my favourite character in the would will leave not only his friends, his family and kids, in a moment. I just can’t wrap my mind around it.

Here I was thinking that Daryl leaving reader in Bonded to you was ooc. Man, it seems it might have been the most in character fic I’ve written. Which means certain chapters to come will be ooc again.

It just feels like all the traits I saw and admired for Daryl are gone.

And no, I do not believe  even if you come with the damn soulmate stuff, that leaving behind your friends, family, and what are now your kids behind for a person is good. 

I won’t say more of why I had problems with Carol since season 4 (and with her behavior towards Daryl) because 3/4 of you will be already angry at me for this post so I won’t add more fuel to the fire. But god if I’m not upset Daryl is just gonna leave the kids behind to go to New Mexico with her or wherever else does her heart desires.

I just feel like the Daryl I wrote has been taken from me, my idea of him torn to pieces and stomped on. I know it’s stupid to be this attached to someone who’s not real but I feel my heart is broken.

Maybe that’s the good part of this. Maybe now will be the moment for me to finally move on from Daryl. God knows I’ll try.

Also, as always, if you want to send me hate just know that it won’t be posted because it brings nothing to the world and I believe hate mail should be ignored and not addresed. Even if part of me just want to take out on it how upset I am and rip anons throats with words. But again, that brings nothing to the world.

Yes I’m a a bad Daryl and twd fan, whatever. Bitter. Patethic. Whatever you got for me this time, I know it, you don’t need to lose time.

Also, for the other side too. If you too are sad, by all means come to talk to me, but off anon or in chat so we can talk privately, because there would be people upset otherwise reading us if I have to post it, and it’s already enough with us being upset, there’s no need to make more people feel bad. I have an anon that I haven’t posted for this reason, and I feel very guilty. If you are reading this, come off anon or to my chat, I promise it’ll be okay.

Alright I think I done.

Jeez this was a very big rant. But god I feel so bad. I needed this. 

Also my ovaries are hurting at all (not usual for me) so I don’t feel like I can take a long “angry” (my bff said I walk angry because I walk very purposefully and fast for nothing XD) walk in the countrisde which is my way of dealing with upseting feelings. So I’m here like exploding.

I’m sorry I guess.

I know this is not what you come to a fanfiction blog to get.

But I feel really sad.

[melancholydreadfuldream]

Going Under Part Three

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: 13th Doctor x Reader

Summary: An accident during a routine adventure made your life spiraled out of control with only the Doctor as the anchor. Will you ever find your way back to your Doctor again?

Trigger Warning: ooc, angst, plot holes as usual, attempted suicide, dark!doctor, death, insanity, etc. You have been warned.

More warning: English is not my first language so beware of the headache you will receive upon reading this.

  A/N: I got a few encouraging comments from the last two part of this stories and I am so very grateful. Thank you, guys! It kinda inspired me to write for part three but unfortunately I still couldn't wrap it up. I can't make any promise for part four. I am really worry that part three will be the part where you guys decided it is bad writing and not worth reading after all. Even so, please be sure to drop comments etc if you like this maybe?

     I opened my eyes and found myself in...well, not the Tardis. Where am I? I took around at my surrounding. Some broadcast station...in space?

  I heard voices on the distant and I decided to go see it. With my luck so far, it will probably direct me to the Doctor. But to my surprise, it was Jack Harkness. He was standing surrounded by people and he was talking about the Daleks coming for them. He asked for volunteers to help him to fight off the Daleks. Some of the people doesn't seem to believe him but there were some who did and actually brave enough to agree to make a stand.

  "Where do I sign-up?" I asked without thinking. Part of me grimaced at the stupid albeit cool line I said. Distinctly, I wonder if I still have a death wish. Maybe I am.

  Jack look surprised to see me and then he grinned. "Well, isn't this a nice surprise?" He walked toward me. "You are the girl from before."

  I grimaced remembering my state of mind at the time of we last met. "yeah, sorry, my mind a bit scrambled before." I remembered meeting him with Ninth Doctor and Rose. Before I could give them a proper explanation, I was ripped away but their Doctor should be able to piece information about me from my rambling. But I don't exactly remember what I said to them. I was messed up at the time. "So, is the Doctor here? Where is he?"

  "Upstairs with Rose, preparing some defense against the Daleks." Jack replied. "Come on." He gestured me to follow him to the lift. "He would love to see you. You leave us very confused and curious."

  I follow him and entered the lift along with the volunteers which are not many. I noticed he has gun on his hand. "Am I gonna get one of those?"

  "Do you even know how to use gun?"

  I blinked. "No." I stared at his gun. "Teach me. I'm sure you are good with guns."

  "That's not all I'm good at." He said with a wink.

  I chuckled in amusement. "Oh, I'm sure." I met him before so I know he's such a flirt. I remembered Graham slipped up and told us that Jack had kissed him in the mouth when he thought he was the Doctor. "But on a serious note, can you teach me how to use gun?"

  Jack glanced down at me, assessing me I think. He noticed my bandaged wrist but thankfully made no question about it. "Sure, if that is what you want."

  "It is." I said. Remembering the alternate version of my Doctor I saw before, she is dead, shot by some weapon that disable regeneration. I wanted to be able to protect her. I know the Doctor disapprove of gun but I have to learn to defend myself especially since I'm still being thrown all over the alternate universe and meeting the likes of the Master or Daleks. 

  I sighed. Am I going with the theory of alternate universe again? Or that I'm going insane by hallucination? Either way, this is the right time to start learning to use a gun. A brief suicidal thought of using the gun on myself crossed my mind. Someday maybe. I shook my head and tried to focus on the last word of the alternate Thirteenth Doctor about keeping my faith and hope, and that words again about trust in the Doctor. I put my hand over my beating heart. I guess I have to try.

  Jack is staring at me in concern but he didn't ask which I'm super grateful. As we arrived on some floor, he instructed the other volunteers to be in their position before turning to me and led me to go see the Doctor. 

  "Doctor, look who I found lurking around." Jack announced.

  The Doctor glanced up from what he has been working on and was surprised to see me. He stood up in disbelief and walked toward me. "It's you."

  I smiled hesitantly. "Hi. I'm (name)?" I introduced myself.

  To my surprise, the Doctor smiled brightly at me. "It's good to see you again." He said as he hugged me. He released me and glanced down at me. "You look better than before." He noticed my bandaged wrist and his smile faltered momentarily.

  I grimaced and I pray he didn't mention it. "yeah, I'm sorry you have to see my breakdown like that." Ugh, why does this particular Doctor has to witness my condition at worst? I could tell the guilt in his eyes even though what happened to me is out of anyone's control. If I die on his watch, I have a feeling he would take it really hard.

  "So, the Daleks, huh?" I switched topic. "I met a Dalek once with my Doctor during new year. It caused a blackout on Britain's internet system." I smiled at the somewhat fond memory about Ryan make a comment what a monster the Dalek was for doing that.

  The Doctor gazed at me with a look I can't decipher. 

  "So, what's the plan?" I asked, feeling uncomfortable.

  "Where is Rose?" Jack suddenly asked out-loud.

  I realized that Rose is nowhere around too late. So much for being more aware of my surrounding...

  The Doctor has a look on his face and both Jack and I know that he must have send her home. A very Doctor-ly action of him. 

  Jack goes away to deal with some of the volunteers and I sat back with the Doctor.

  "How can I help?" I asked, knowing full well I'm kinda useless. I wondered if I should have gone with Jack so I could ask him if he has a moment later to teach me how to use gun. Yes, my mind still made up on learning that.

  The Doctor busied himself with some wire on a box. For a while, I thought he will be ignoring me but he suddenly asked that dreading question, "How are you holding up?"

  I blinked. "I'm fine."

  He stopped what he worked on and turned to me. "What happened to your wrist?" He asked.

  "It was nothing. I got hurt."

  "By your own hand?" he asked bluntly.

  Wow, he must have think I'm unstable as a person. Well, I can't blame him for reaching that conclusion, considering the first and last time we met, I actually admitted of trying to hang myself. And It's not like he's wrong about it.

  "I'm fine." I repeated firmly. I looked away unable to hold his gaze any longer. "I will be okay."

  We were interrupted by a transmission from a Dalek. It was talking about a delta wave or whatever I couldn't keep up. Once the transmission is over, the Doctor look troubled. It looked like he was almost in despair and it's not a good look on him.

  I coughed up blood again much to my annoyance. I turned from him, not wanting him to see it. I pulled the medicine from my bag, wondering if I should pop one and stick around here. I know thing is about to be dangerous around here.

  "What is that?" The Doctor suddenly asked, surprising me and I dropped the medicine on the floor.

  I cursed. "Don't do that." I reprimanded him for jumping me.

  "Sorry." He said with a sheepish grin.

  "It was just a med I'm taking." I said, determined to be vague. The Doctor gave me that look again and I sighed. "Fine, what do you want to know?"

  He grinned at me and gesture me to seat on the floor with him.

  I explained what happened to me as short as possible. I showed him my notebook but I warned him about it might containing his alternate future with description of his alternate future regeneration and companion. 

  "I guess I have a future..." He said with a grin at the mention of future regeneration.

  "You're the Doctor. You will beat the Daleks." I reassured him.

  It has the opposite reaction. He looked sad. "Not always."

  I showed him the Twelfth Doctor's writing on my page. 

  He grabbed the notebook and read it. "This is my language."

  "Is it?"

  "The language of the Time Lord. Future me must have trusted you." He said.

  I felt my heart ached at that. I kinda felt like I'm letting that particular Twelfth Doctor down by losing the will to live. What would he says if he see me now? 

  The Doctor must noticed something on my expression. Probably the same despair that he currently felt against the Daleks. He pulled me into his embrace. "I'm so sorry. I can tell things has been hard for you."

  I felt my face hot as I could tell I'm about to cry again. "Stop it." I said. "You're going to make me cry again."

  "Then cry."

  "But the Daleks..."

  "It's fine. Let go, (name)."

  And I did. I cried and I poured my heart out to him about the despair I still feel clutching me and the loneliness I felt from time to time. 

  "You are not alone. All the alternate Doctors in all those other alternate universe will be your allies." He said. "Just have faith and keep hope in your heart."

  The same word the alternate Thirteenth Doctor said to me. They really are the same person. 

  I nodded weakly and said, "Thank you."

  Another transmission from the Daleks and they basically mocking the Doctor of his situation. While the Doctor dealt with the Daleks, I saw Jack who seemed to be listening to my earlier conversation with the Doctor. He gestured me to follow him and he gave me a gun. He teach me the basic of how to use a gun. I was nervous but I still stand in my belief that I need to at least know how to use one.

  I decided to go with Jack to help defend the floor but the Doctor stopped me. 

  "It's not safe." He said.

  "It's fine."

  "No, it's not." He said stubbornly.

  I realized he still think I am suicidal. Am I? His words earlier does make me feel better. Do I still want to give up? Or am I going to give this nightmare another chance?

  Jack left me with the Doctor, knowing how protective the Doctor is with companion, albeit an alternate one.

  I flinched when I started to hear the scream and the sound of gun from the other floor.

  The Doctor asked me to help him move some wires around and so I did as he instructed.

  Things has gotten really serious when the Daleks finally reaches the floor we are in. 

  Distinctly I wonder what happened to Jack. He should be fine, I think, because I met his alternate self far in the Doctor's future, right...?

  "Doctor!!" I yelled to warn him. I suddenly felt the usual tingling, a sign I was about to be ripped away but a Dalek suddenly shot at me.

  The Doctor stared helplessly in horror as I screamed in pain and fell to the floor at the exact moment the Tardis materialized within the room and Rose is there, glowing.

  I felt pain and then I was gone.

  7777

  "Come on! Come on! (name), hold on!"

  I distinctly heard a woman's voice shouting at me and she was pressing on my chest repeatedly. I wanted to protest but my body is hurt and I can't open my eyes.

  "(name), please hold on. Don't you dare give up!" The woman shouted near me.

  I groaned and I opened my eyes but my sight is blurred. Ooh, it was Thirteenth Doctor. How can I not recognize her voice?

  The Doctor sighed in relief as she saw me open my eyes. "(name)...."

  I wanted to speak but I found I couldn't.

  The Doctor's eyes darted toward something I couldn't see. She moved her face closer to me and she said, "Listen to me, (name), this is important, whatever happened, don't take...."

  I blacked out.

  7777

  "(name), are you okay? Are you hurt?"

  I blinked when I saw Tenth Doctor and Donna. I was lying on the ground somewhere. "owww..." I groaned.

  "Is that the '(name)'? Your future alternate companion? That '(name)'?" Donna asked the Doctor.

  What? He told her about me?

  I blinked again. 

  The Doctor pulled his sonic screwdriver and scanned me. "You are injured..."

  "My whole body hurts...." I complained in a hoarse voice. "That dalek got me just as I was about to splinter..."

  The Doctor's eyes widened at the mention of the Dalek. "You are so lucky, (name), you didn't suffer the full blunt of the shot it seemed."

  "I don't feel lucky though..." I said I grabbed his arm and forced myself on a seating position. I turned to Donna and greeted her. "Hello."

  Donna smiled in friendly manner. "Hello, I'm Donna and you are (name), I have heard so much about you." she said. "He talks about you all the time."

  I raised my eyebrows at the Doctor who looked a little red in the neck. 

  He shrugged. "I was worried for you."

  I smiled. "Thanks."

  He grinned at me and helped me up. 

  "Where are we?" I asked as I took on my surrounding. I was in some bazaar...on some alien planet?

  Donna grinned and grabbed my arm. "Come on. From what the Doctor told me, you deserve a break." she said.

  I let myself be dragged by her as she took me to some stand that sells various stuff. I turned to eye the Doctor and gesture my head toward Donna.

  The Doctor smirked at me and shrugged.

  We tried some alien food and have some fun with it. I pulled my medicine discreetly and pop one. Donna's right, I deserve a break, don't I?

  The Doctor noticed when I swallowed my medicine despite my attempt to be discreet.

  Donna, sensing he want to talk to me alone, left us behind to check on some stand.

  He raised an eyebrow at me.

  "It was for my internal bleeding." I said finally. "Your alternate future-self made it for me."

  He look saddened at the reminder that I was dying.

  "Come on, don't make that kind of face." I said. 

  "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I should have provided some answers or cure for you by now." He replied.

  "It's fine. I'm sure you did your best."

  The Doctor didn't reply for a second. He has a distant look. He eventually said, "Martha and I went to the coordinate you gave us last time." He sighed and then turned to look at me in the eyes. "We didn't find anything. It seemed your scientists does not exist here."

  "Ooh." I didn't know what to say to that. On top of not being existed here, apparently the cause of my predicament also did not?

  "I still check on the coordinate from time to time..." The Doctor said. "So far, nothing."

  I hated seeing that sad and guilty look on his face. "Okay, enough, we should stop being a downer. Today is about having fun." I said suddenly.

  The Doctor blinked at me and smiled slowly. He raised his hand toward me.

  I glanced up at him, rolling my eyes fondly at him and took his hand, allowing him to take me to continue sightseeing.

  We joined back with Donna and we try to have some fun, pushing the elephant in the room away.

  Eventually I got a bit tired and have a seat by myself while the Doctor and Donna goes to check out some stuff, promising to come back and buy me some more food.

  I pulled my notebook and started writing what has been happening to me so far. I sighed after I finished writing.

  "What are you writing?" The Doctor asked as he come back with some food that smell delicious and he gave one to me.

  I smiled gratefully at him. I explained the function of my notebook.

  He stared at me with almost a solemn look. "Are you okay?"

  I sighed. "I'm fine, Doctor, please don't worry about me, okay?"

  "I can't help it. Last time we met, the Master..." He trailed. 

  "One of the alternate Doctors helped me after that. She fixed my mind."

  "She, huh? Not your Doctor?"

  My smile faltered. I diverted my eyes somewhere else.

  "You can tell me anything, (name)." He said. "I would like to be of help to you."

  Oh, Doctors, whichever universes you come from, why do you always staring at me like my predicament is their fault?

  "You are helping, of course, you are. Being here with you...you made me feel almost normal again." I said trying to reassured him.

  He glanced at me with that look again.

  "I'm fine." I said. "I will be okay. I met your alternate past-self and he said that I am not alone. All the alternate Doctors in all the alternate universe will be my allies."

  He sighed. "He is right." He said. He pulled my notebook and my pen from me.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Helping you convincing whichever Doctors you get next." He said as he opened the notebook to a blank page and started scribbling something on it.

  When I read what he wrote, I laughed. He wrote it in english but at the end he is writing in the same language as the Twelfth Doctor. The Ninth Doctor told me it was the language of the Time Lord. I wonder what it meant, the words he's writing.

  The Doctor grinned boyishly at me.

  Donna joined us and she exclaimed loudly about some magnificent show out there and demanded we go with her.

  I put the notebook back on my bag as I rushed to follow Donna and the Doctor.

  I have fun with them. I think this is one of the best days so far ever since the nightmarish incident happened to me.

  Somehow I got separated from them and that's when I was stopped by a strange woman. She owned a stand. She said she is some kind of oracle. She took a look at me and kinda forcing me to let her see my future.

  I thought why not. Maybe she can show me the way home. So, I entered her tent. An aromatic smell assaulted my nose. She has one of those glass ball which make me smiled.

  She told me to sit so I did and she told me to stare at the glass ball and think of what I wanted to know.

  I felt foolish for doing this but I did it anyway. I fervently hope, thinking about how to get back to my reality.

  She snapped her fingers suddenly and I blacked out.

   I opened my eyes to the sight of some trees and a garden. I saw an old woman watering the flower. She has long white hair in a braid. I saw an ugly scarred skin on her wrist resembling the number 99.

   I suddenly was shook awake harshly by Donna followed by her screaming at someone about what she has done to me.

  I opened my eyes and some scary huge bug on my chest and I felt like the bug is chocking me somehow. I was about to scream just as Donna pulled the bug off me. I coughed up harshly and weakly tried to sit up.

  Donna is yelling at the woman.

  I saw the bug walked and flown toward Donna. "Donna, watch out!" I yelled but my voice is hoarse and unclear.

  To my horror, the bug has landed on Donna's back and Donna stared at me in shock before she suddenly fainted.

  At the worst moment, that tingling happened and I screamed for the Doctor but I was gone.

  7777

  I fell to the ground. I was on the street somewhere on earth. Everyone seemed panicking. When I looked up to the sky, I know why everyone is panicking. I could saw planets on the sky. What the hell? What is happening?

  "It's you." Someone suddenly said.

  I turned around and I saw Rose. She was carrying a huge gun.

  "(name), right? The Doctor told me about you. If you are here, the Doctor must be near somewhere." She said. "Come on, follow me if you want to live."

  I was dumbfounded by her. She is such a bad-ass.

  She grinned at me. She took a look at me and realized I was unarmed. "Do you know how to use a gun?"

  "Well, Jack teaches me but I haven't got a gun or time to practice it yet."

  She hummed and pulled a stun gun from her bag. She taught me how to use it.

  I stared at the stun gun. "thanks?"

  "You're welcome. Now, let's go and find the Doctor." She said as she cocked her gun.

  I was amazed by this girl. She is awesome.

  As we walked together, I discreetly observed her. Rose. I met her with Ninth Doctor which mean he survived the Daleks on that space station. I was glad.

  We walked the currently empty street and there far away we spotted the Tardis. 

  I saw Tenth Doctor and Donna? I was confused now. Are they the same Tenth Doctor and Donna from my last trip? But this Rose is with Ninth Doctor, right? But that meant the Ninth Doctor has regenerated into his Tenth version. Dear God, I'm going to get a headache trying to make sense which Doctors I'm getting from now on. 

  Rose grinned as the Doctor stared at her in awe. They run toward each other.

  Wow, I felt like a third wheel at that moment.

  Suddenly the Doctor was shot by the Daleks. I ran toward the Doctor and Rose immediately.

  Jack appeared suddenly and shot at the Daleks before grabbing the Doctor toward the Tardis. 

  Rose and Donna were crying.

  I was numb. No way. I don't want to watch the Doctor dies again. He has to regenerate, right?

  The Doctor started to glow in yellow.

  Jack yelled at us to get back and away from the Doctor. But to all of our surprise, the Doctor is fine next? He transferred his regeneration energy on a tube containing...hand? What the hell?

  The Doctor is fine and he acted like he is not just gotten shot much to all of our confusion. He eventually explained it to us.

  I sighed. The Doctor is just so full of surprise.

  The Doctor and Rose are having a moment together. It was then I realized that this Doctor is in love with Rose and she is feeling the same. But what about River? I groaned, I'm having a lot of information on the Doctor, much more than my Doctor probably want anyone to know. That's probably the one good thing from being forced to one alternate universes to another. I know more about the Doctor now...somewhat.

  The Doctor finally gazed at me. He grinned and gave me a hug. "(name)! It's good to see you again!" He said. As he hugged me, he whispered to me, "I'm glad you keep the hope going."

  I glanced up at him and sighed. "I have the Doctors as my allies, right?"

  Donna just that moment to cough. "Doctor, who is this?" she asked.

  I turned to Donna. Right, this version haven't met me yet. I thought of the Donna I met before. Is she okay? "The bug! Have you gotten the bug yet?" I asked her.

  The Doctor and Donna stared at me in surprise. 

  "How do you...? Right, alternate universe..." The Doctor pieced it together. "She is fine. Donna, this is (name) and (name), I'm sure you already know this is Donna." He introduced us.

  "W-what? Alternate universe?" Donna yelled.

  "It's a long story..." The Doctor said.

  I bit my lips and prayed the other Donna is okay too.

  Jack pulled me into a hug next. "It's good to see you too, (name)."

  I smiled at him. "I'm glad you're okay, Jack."

  Jack smiled and winked at me. 

  We are interrupted at the sound of Daleks outside the Tardis. They intercepted the Tardis and took it to some place called the crucible?

  The Doctor said we had no choice but to face the Daleks and urged us to get out of the Tardis. Donna stayed behind and got trapped inside the Tardis and then the Daleks throw the Tardis into some fiery pit much to all of our horror. The Doctor is angry but helpless.

  It was then the Daleks attention diverted toward me. They scanned me and realized I'm not on their record as the Doctor's companion which mean they have no need for me to be there. One of the Daleks are about to shot me but Jack shielded me much to my surprise.

  Rose and I fussed on Jack and realized he is not breathing. 

  I felt grief. He can't die here. How can he warn about the cyberman in the future if he die now? Did I just mess up this universe?

  The Doctor pulled me and Rose away from Jack. He whispered at the distracted me, "He's fine. He can't die."

  I glanced up at him in hope.

  He nodded at me.

  I sighed in relief. I could felt the tingling again and I turned toward the Doctor helplessly. 

  He was staring at me and nodded again, apparently understanding that I am about to go. 

  I was gone before words can be exchanged.

  7777

  I dropped on my knees in some room resembled a prison. I glanced around in confusion.

  "Didn't realize I'm getting a roommate now..."

  I jumped at the voice. "Who is that?"

  A figure moved from the shadow toward the spot that has some light and my jaw dropped in shock when I saw it was the Thirteenth Doctor. She has a longer hair and wearing some hideous uniform.

  I can't believe I didn't recognize her voice. What is the matter with me?

  She glanced at me with nonrecognition which confirmed that she is a new alternate Thirteenth, one that is different from the ones I have met before.

  "Hello, there, I am the Doctor."

  I stared at her before replying, "It's (name)."

  "Aah, it's nice to meet you, (name)." She said with a grin.

  "Where are we?" I interrupted her.

  She glanced at me. "You don't know?"

  "Is this a prison?" I asked.

  "Yes. Stormcage, the most secure prison in the galaxy. Well, almost." She said with a snicker, laughing at a joke only she know.

  "Prison? Why are you in prison?" I asked in confusion.

  She hummed. "I have no idea. The Judoon suddenly come and teleport-ed me here, no warning, so unfair."

  I was confused now. "Do you have a plan of escape?"

  She frowned at me. "You just arrived and already plotting an escape?"

  I frowned back at her. "You didn't?"

  She grinned. "Oh I like you. I do have been plotting. But it seemed ever since River, they have learnt so much." She said with a sigh.

  I frowned again at the mention of the Doctor's wife.

  "But I am still working on it." She said and she started rambling.

  I couldn't help but smiled fondly at her. I missed my Doctor so much. I started coughing again and I quickly turned away from her and pop a pill. 

  She was still busy talking to herself so she didn't notice what I am doing.

  I took a seat on the floor, my back on the wall as I glanced at her. "How long have you been here?"

  "Oh, it's almost six months give or take." She said.

  "Six months?" I asked, concerned. I wanted to ask about the fam but that would require revealing about me and right now, I just didn't want to do that. 

  The Doctor, all alone, in a confined solitary room, of course, she would be talking to herself non-stop and the way she is handling me, it is almost like she think I'm not real. She haven't even ask why I ended up in prison. I am very worried for her state of mind. But she is the Doctor. She probably has gone worst thing than this. I hope she will be okay.

  She mostly ignored me and talked to herself or to the shadow. Sometimes she seemed to talk to hallucination of her past companion as she rattled some names that I do recognize.

  I don't want to leave her alone like this. Perhaps I should tell her about me, give her a mystery to focus on? I only have a few hours with her. I wish I could save her and take her away from this place. I prayed someone rescued her soon.

  My prayer is answered when the door opened and Jack Harkness appeared.

  "Hah! Did you miss me?" He yelled but frowned when he saw two of us. "Doctor?"

  "Captain Jack!" The Doctor yelled and actually hug him. Even Jack is surprised but he hug her back with a wide grin. 

  "Doctor, don't take this the wrong way but you are so small." Jack said.

  The Doctor hit him in the arms. 

  I watched their reunion with a smile.

  "And who is this?" Jack asked me in a flirty manner after they finished with their reunion.

  "Stop it." She said immediately at Jack. Her eyes widened as she turned to look at me. "Ooh, you are real." she said.

  Wow, she really think I'm a hallucination? I smiled and waved at her.

  "I'm (name)." I introduced myself to the both of them.

  "Anyway, I'm here to rescue you, doc. We need to go before they realize I am here." Jack said, ignoring me.

  The Doctor nodded and started asking him about how he gets in and how he know she is in here. She seemed to forget me.

  I have to admit that kind of hurt but I know it is not his fault or the Doctor's.

  I was surprised when the Doctor suddenly turned toward me, raised a hand toward me and asked me if I want to go with her.

  I blinked at her in disbelief but I grabbed her hand as she helped me stand up.

  "Which remind me, why are you in prison?" She asked.

  I smiled fondly at her. "I really miss you." I accidentally blurted.

  She looked surprised and stared at me. "Do I know...you?"

  I smiled solemnly. "In another alternate universe..." I answered, fully aware I'm being vague on purpose.

  She opened her mouth to ask some more but the alarm sounded loudly and Jack is yelling at her to leave now.

  The Doctor turned toward me with question in her eyes.

  I could feel the tingling and stepped back away from her. "Go, Doctor and take care..." I said.

  She stared at me in confusion and her eyes widened as I vanished before her eyes.

  7777

  I landed outside some farmhouse. 

  "(name)?"

  I saw Twelfth Doctor. He was not alone. He was with a robot? I was shocked when the Doctor called the robot Bill. I know Bill and she is not a robot.

  My eyes widened as I recognized the Master, the one I met on Valiant. He was older but it was definitely him. I turned toward the Doctor. "Doctor....?" I was confused about which Twelfth Doctor is he. I have met two version of him after all.

  The Master approached us. "Doctor, while you are chatting with the Robo-mop, me and me...have been busy. We found it." He said. He turned to Bill and changed his voice. "Oh, hello, my dear. My God, you are so boring all those years..." He chuckled cruelly. "But it was worth every day of it for this." He gestured at Bill's appearance.

  "Bill, don't let him upset you." The Doctor said.

  I was pissed. This bastard.

  "Though didn't you used to be a woman? I'm going to be a woman fairly soon, any tips? Or maybe...I dunno old bras?" The Master asked mockingly.

  I was furious now. If the Doctor is not gonna do anything, I will! Without thinking I pulled the stun gun in my bag, the one Rose gave me and I used it to stun the Master. It was satisfying to see him got electrocuted and fell to the ground jerking. I used it on him once more for good measure.

  The Doctor's jaw dropped open in shock at what I have done. "(name)!"

  I snapped at him. "What? You are going to let him speak to Bill like that?" I asked angrily.

  "I'm not upset..." Bill said in a robotic voice. She turned to me. "Thank you."

  "You are welcome." I said.

  The Doctor stared at Bill. He had no idea how to deal with her, how to begin to comfort her. I felt bad for the both of them.

  The Doctor pulled me aside. "What do you think you are doing? The Master is not a forgiving person."

  "Well, it's a good thing that I won't be here for long." I said. "He did that to Bill."

  The Doctor looked ashamed. "I failed her. They turned her into a cyberman."

  I stared at him. So, the robot is a cyberman? I can't help but think of Jack's warning for my Doctor about the lone cyberman.

  "Why do you even have a stun gun?" He asked.

  "Got it from Rose, actually." I said. "I met her on earth when the sky full of planet?"

  He looked nostalgic at the mention of Rose.

  "Last time I almost got shot by a dalek and before that, the Master attacked me. I need protection."

  "That stun gun won't do a thing to a dalek."

  "I know but it worked fine against that jerk." I said.

  The Doctor sighed in resignation. He glanced at me. "I'm sorry, I promise you a cure but..." He sighed again. 

  "It's okay, Doctor. You helped me a lot already. I still have the medicine you gave me." I said.

  He hummed. "I'm glad I could be of help."

  So, he is indeed the first Twelfth Doctor I met, not the other one. I hugged him suddenly. "Thank you."

  He hesitantly hugged back.

  I smiled at him as I released him. 

  "You shouldn't stay here. It is not safe." He said.

  "I know. Doctor, I'm sorry about Bill." I said. I realized the person my Doctor had lost before she met the fam and me must be Bill. My heart saddened for Bill. The short time we met, I know she is a very kind and funny girl. To think she ended up like this....it is so unfair.

  I could felt I'm about to splinter again. "Thank you, Doctor, stay safe." I quickly said.

  7777

  I landed somewhere I have no idea but I spotted the Tardis a few feet away. I heard commotion. Then I noticed Thirteenth Doctor with the fam. They were all on the ground fussing on someone I couldn't see. I discreetly moved around to get a better view but still hid myself.

  I froze when I realized who it was. It was me. An alternate me...? Or was it a future me...? I hid myself behind a nearby rock.

  The other me, she was groaning in pain, the Doctor and the fam are trying to calm her down. She was coughing blood and she was crying. She said she wanted to go home. I froze as her words reminded me of the dark Doctor I met before. She told me I died in her arms, that I kept saying I want to go home. Is that what happening right now? I wondered numbly.

  The other me doesn't seem to register the presence of the Doctor and the fam. She seemed in so much pain as she suddenly started screaming and struggling in the Doctors' arms. My body felt like turning cold at her chilling screams. 

  The Doctor and the fam, they are crying for her, the other me. Then the scream stopped and she stopped moving. Her hand fell limb on the ground. That's when I saw it. The other me, she has scars on her wrist, shaped like...66 or was it 99? 

  I felt sick. I felt like I'm going to throw up. I can't stay here. I wanted to leave. I stand up as I took a step back away from the scene before me. My eyes still glued on them though. I prayed I could leave and for once I did get my wish. But just as I about to disappeared though my eyes locked eyes with the Doctor. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she saw me but I vanished right before her eyes.

  7777

  I landed inside the Tardis but the Tardis is poorly lit. I was at the corridors so I tried to find my way to the console room. Luckily I was not far from it.

  I saw Eleventh Doctor sitting on a comfy chair, wearing glasses and reading book. He looked sad and grumpy, don't know why I get that vibe from him. It seemed like he was alone, no companion in sight. I still felt like I am intruding. I wonder if I should just steer clear of him. Of course, I have to suddenly have a bout of coughing right at that moment. I am hesitating to take my med, wondering if he will even welcome me at his state.

  The Doctor glanced up and his mouth dropped open when he saw me. He dropped the book and quickly stood up, approaching me hesitantly. "It's you..."

  Oh, he recognized me. But, again, which Eleventh Doctor is he? I already met and interact with two version of him before.

  I smiled hesitantly. 

  "You're (name)...." He said. "Rory's imaginary friend..."

  Well, that settle it. He is the one I met with Amy, Rory and River.

  "Is that what I'm known for now?" I asked teasingly. "Speaking of, where is he?"

  The Doctor looked like someone shot his puppy. "The Ponds are gone." He finally said.

  Oh. This is awkward. I don't know how I am supposed to comfort him. So, I only lamely said, "I'm sorry."

  He smiled solemnly. "How are you holding up?" He asked.

  I blinked at him in confusion before I remembered he did witness my breakdown the last time we met. "I'm okay." I said. I turned away from him to take a look at the surrounding. "You redecorated the Tardis. Where are we? Or when are we?" I asked, hoping to distract him.

  "Why don't you see for yourself?" He said as he gesture on the Tardis door.

  I raised an eyebrow at him and walked toward the door. I opened the door and my jaw dropped open in shock. We...the Tardis is up on the cloud. "What...?" I turned to him in awe. "We are up in the cloud."

  He grinned boyishly.

  "Is it safe to walk around out there?" I asked hesitantly.

  In answer, the Doctor moved past me and walked outside around the cloud before turning to me and raised a hand toward me.

  I hesitantly grabbed his hand and jump onto the cloud. I couldn't help but giggle. This is awesome. I walked slowly to the edge of the cloud and saw Victorian London? I quickly get away from the edge.

  The Doctor is staring at the distant with a solemn look which make me worry for him.

  "Are you okay, Doctor?"

  "I'm always okay." He answered immediately. But with that sad look in his eyes, who would believe him?

  I stared at him before petulantly said, "Well, I guess we are both okay then."

  His face falls at that. Ugh, I felt like I just kicked a puppy or something.

  "Doctor, why are we up on the cloud instead of down there?"

  He took a few seconds before replying, "I am taking a break."

  "From the universe?" I asked softly.

  He didn't reply.

  I sighed. His sad mood made me feeling down too. "I just saw myself died." I suddenly said, don't know why I said that. Wouldn't this just make the both of us more down? Am I trying to get him to open up by showing him my own pain? But this is the Doctor, a pro at bottling emotion till it chokes them. The Doctor that I know never exactly open up to me or the fam. I sighed, maybe I need him to listen my woes? Gosh, I'm so selfish.

  He turned to me in surprise and pity.

  I tried to be nonchalant. "Well, it could be an alternate me instead of a future me." I said.

  He glanced down at me but I refused to meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at the night sky.

  We both jumped in surprise when the Tardis phone suddenly rang.

  The Doctor seemed wanting to ignore the phone but decided to pick it up as he walked back inside. I followed him in but keep my distance.

  "Yes, what? I'm trying to read." Silence. "Always pointless. What did she says? Well? Well?" 

  Whoever on the other side of the conversation seemed to stun the Doctor. He took off his glasses and have a look on his face. He hang up the phone and then turned to me. "Fancy a trip?"

  I raised an eyebrow at him before shrugging. "I suppose."

  He smiled with dare I say a little lively than before, his eyes burning in curiosity. 

  I pondered what that phone call is all about. It seemed to make his mood a little better.

  He glanced down at what I'm wearing. "But, you are going to need change outfit."

  "Oh no. I don't like Victorian dress. Also, I don't want to splinter with a dress like that." I complained.

  "Fair point. Go to the Tardis wardrobe. Get yourself some coat to cover yourself." He said as he gave me the direction to the wardrobe.

  I left him to go to the wardrobe. While there, I coughed up again so I took my med, resigning myself to be stuck with this Doctor. Maybe we could help each other. Maybe.

  7777

  Next thing I know, the Doctor is dressed like Sherlock Holmes and we barged our way into some institute where a mean-looking older man sat in his chamber with a huge tube containing snow. I watched him talk really fast and being actively annoying to that Simeon guy. The Doctor then grabbed me and we left the house after he got the information he need.

  He led me down the street of Victorian London and a horse carriage stopped short in front of us. A potato-looking alien is driving the carriage. I stared at him before turning to the Doctor who introduced me to Strax.

  In the carriage, the Doctor suddenly spoke up after a long silence, "River and I went to investigate the coordinate you gave us."

  I glanced at him. I almost afraid he's going to say the coordinate is useless and the scientist doesn't exist too. 

  "We couldn't find the weapon but we poke around a bit, got some lead and we found out about Project Splinter." He said.

  My eyes widened at that. "Splinter...?"

  "Yes, I remembered when we first met, you are in a hurry because you have no idea when next you will splinter..." He said. "The word 'splinter' does caught our attention. Where did you get that word from?"

  I agonized whether I should tell him about the future dark Doctor that I met but I decided to tell him because he is the smart one out of the two of us. If anyone can make sense anything, it would be him.

  The Doctor look troubled after my Revelation. He theorized that maybe that version of Doctor might know something more about project splinter. But it's not like I can ask her. Also, I kind of not wanting to see that version ever again. She frightened me. Also, maybe I am being a coward about it.

  "What is that, project splinter?" I asked curiously.

  "Basically...time travel."

  "W-what?"

  "The scientists in charge of the project has this...amazing machine and with a few tweak and some calculation, it might have worked." The Doctor said. "But River and I, we shut it down. We couldn't find any weapon though."

  "But...so...it's not a weapon? Against you?"

  "Nothing like that. As far as we knew, they don't even have any idea who I am."

  "So then, the threat just existed on the other alternate universes? With my Doctor?" I asked. My head started hurting with all these information that I can't even quite comprehend. I'm not a screaming genius like the Doctor. "God, I don't understand what is going on." I said with a pitiful groan.

  "It will be fine, (name), we will figure it out eventually." He said. "I will help."

  For a moment, I felt like I would never escape this predicament I am in and I wish to give up again. But hearing him says that and remembering all the other Doctors, I have to force myself to endure it. I have to, right...?

  The carriage suddenly stopped. Strax took us to some house with a frozen pond in it to which the Doctor fussed over it immediately using his sonic screwdriver.

  He started to mumble by himself and I only caught the last few words. "Pond. Good point, Clara." He said.

  My eyes snapped back at him at the mention of Clara. She is here? From what he said, Clara is not his companion just yet.

  Strax distracted the Doctor by offering him a grenade and then they have a funny banter with each other.

  I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing at them.

  It was then I saw Clara who stood behind the window on the second floor of the house. She was smiling and waving at the Doctor. The Doctor looked awkward as he returned her wave and all.

  "So, that was Clara..." I said.

  "You know her?" The Doctor asked.

  I raised an eyebrow at him.

  "Right, alternate universes." He said. "You are kind of a big spoiler, (name)."

  "Sorry." I said with a wince. He is right though. I really need to be more careful. Even in alternate universes, some things the Doctor experienced seemingly remain the same. What would I do if next I meet a Twelfth Doctor and Bill before she became a cyberman? Would I warn them? I pondered about it and I think I would warn them. I'm not trying to be a hero. I just can't live with myself if I didn't warn them when I know something bad will happen to them. Screw the timelines and the universes! They are the one who play me like a yo-yo first!

  Also technically I'm trying to change the future, my Doctor's possible future and mine. I don't want to die like that. 

  The Doctor called me out to follow him into the house and we are faced with an ice-sculpture of a woman who kept screaming about bad girl and stuff. The Doctor was able to disable the ice woman and get Clara and her kids to safety.

  The Doctor introduced me to Madam Vastra and Jenny as they along with Strax joined us inside the house while outside creepy-looking snowmen appeared from the snow and surrounded the house.

  Of course, at that moment, I felt that again, a sign I was about to go. I looked up toward the Doctor who is busy talking really fast at everyone. I tried to warn him but I was gone before I could open my mouth.

  7777

  I blinked and took a glance around my surrounding. I wasn't on the Tardis.

  "(name)!!" Tenth Doctor called out to me. He grinned at me so happily.

  "Doctor..." Crap, which Tenth Doctor is he? I thought to myself. I took in his appearance. He's wearing his usual suit and trenchcoat but he has a cowboy hat, sunglasses and a flower wreath around his neck.

  "It's good to see you again. Aw, come on here you!" He walked toward me and immediately pulled me into a tight hug.

  I smiled hesitantly. "Doctor, the last time we met is..."

  "In the bazaar with Donna..." He said.

  "Right, Donna, is she okay? I mean, I left her defenseless against that creepy bug..."

  His smile faltered. A sad look crossed over his feature. "She was fine. Don't worry."

  "Then, where is she?"

  "She doesn't travel with me anymore."

  "Ooh. I'm sorry, Doctor. So you are travelling alone right now?"

  "Not anymore. I have you now." He said with a grin but he still looked sad.

  "Doctor, you know I can't stick around."

  "Course you can, just for a few hours like before." 

  I glanced up at him and sighed. I shrugged. "What the hell...I deserve more breaks...." 

  He grinned. "That's the spirits... Come on!"

  I popped a pill before I followed him. "Where are we?"

  The Doctor explained to me in excitement about the planet we are in. He took me sightseeing and I must admit I am having fun with him. 

  As I glanced at him, I got the vibe of unbearable sorrow from him. I couldn't help feeling a great concern for him. He tried too hard to act happy but I could tell he was burdened by something.

  A few hours later, I know I would be leaving him soon. So, I had to ask. "Doctor, are you really okay?"

  He glanced at me and his mask falls apart. "I'm going to die."

  I stared at him speechless.

  "I was told 'he will knock four times'. That was the prophecy. Knock four times, then..." He trailed.

  My heart ached for him. He look almost scared. "But...you will regenerate, won't you?"

  "I can still die." He said. "If I'm killed before regeneration, then I'm dead."

  My mind suddenly flashed to the memory of finding the Thirteenth Doctor's dead body. But that was because the weapon that can disable regeneration. He will regenerate, won't he, into the Eleventh Doctor? Or will this particular universe have different outcome?

  "Even then, even if I change, it would still feel like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man..." He glanced at me thoughtfully. "...or woman goes sauntering away..." He said with a forlorn look. "And I'm dead."

  I had no idea what to say to that. How am I meant to comfort him? "Doctor..."

  He sniffed and then turned away. "Sorry, I'm being a downer right now..."

  I grabbed his arm. "Doctor." I had no idea what to say. "It's okay to be afraid..." I finally said. "I'm scared too. I just saw my future. I saw myself died in pain...in her arms. And I'm scared." Oh, hell, what am I saying to him? Why am I being a downer too? I should try to comfort him instead of burdening him with my trouble. But as I said those words, I realized I am terrified of dying, especially since it look like it was really painful.

  "(name)..."

  I closed my eyes, feeling annoyed with myself. "I'm sorry, I'm no good at this. I want to make you feel better." I opened my eyes and stared at him. God, why can't I think of something really good to say to him? I felt like I want to cry in frustration. I wanted to comfort him so badly.

  The Doctor smiled at me and said, "It's okay, (name), you don't have to say anything..." He put one hand over mine, rubbing my palm.

  Without thinking, I pulled him to me and I hugged him tight.

  He wrapped his arms around, returning the embrace.

  We released each other with soft smile toward each other.

   "We will be okay..." I finally said. I wish I have enough conviction with my words. But at that moment, that is the only thing I can say. 

  He didn't reply. He sniffed again. "Okay, enough of that, tell me what's been happening to you?"

  I stared at him, unsure if talking about me is a good distraction. Eventually, I told him about my last visit to the Eleventh Doctor. To his credit, he didn't flinch at the mention of his direct alternate regeneration. But he was surprised when I mention about River.

  "River? River Song?"

  "Yeah." I confirmed before I groaned. "Damn, did I just spoiler you too somehow?"

  "No...it was fine..." He trailed. He has a faraway look again in his eyes. "So, what's that? Project Splinter, is it?"

  I nodded.

  "I'm going to check it out on my ends too." He said.

  "Doctor..." I could felt the tingling again. I was reluctant to leave this version of the Doctor. "Don't be alone, Doctor. Please find someone." I said. "Take care of yourself."

  "(name)..." He realized that I was about to leave. He looked sad. "You too..."

   tags: @thatsonezesty13, @gracie-and-the-superwholock-gang

  A/N2: Oh this is a right mess-up, isn't it? I don't know if this is good. I mean I suppose I have some fun writing it but I agonized over whether this will be good enough at least. Gosh, I honestly couldn't understand what I am writing right now. Project splinter is something I borrowed a fusion from my favorite show 12 monkeys but not a direct crossover. Jennifer Goines is my favorite character in that show, she was awesome. I was hoping to write a primary!reader being the Doctor's ward someday. Maybe never. I'm kinda fried. I don't know if I could write for part four or any other story again. I wish to be productive but I'm sad now.

If you like this story, feedback will be very appreciated, thanks.

Once again, thank you to those who read all or some of my stories and has leave like/comment/reblog. You are all awesome. You made my days bearable. 

[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying 😭

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

[eccentrickz]

                                  ❝   if  you  find  that  silver  linin’,  you’re  already  in  deep.    ❞

          ✧ ˖ * ° ><> ╱  jennie kim,  cis woman,  she/her  —  look  who’s  fresh  from  the  ferry,  aren’t  you  FLORENCE  SOHN  ?  your  eroda  brochure  says  you’re  TWENTY - THREE  and  that  you’re  currently  residing  in  MARMOTON.  your  favourite  tourist  attraction  to  hang  around  is  HEAVEN'S  WOODS,  and  the  locals  around  these  ports  would  describe  you  as  AFFECTIONATE  &  COURAGEOUS,  IMPULSIVE  &  GULLBILE.  your  resting  fish  face  really  gives  off  SITTING  ON  YOUR  PORCH  AND  LISTENING  TO  THE  LAPPING  WAVES,  ACCIDENTALLY  PUSHING  FLOUR  THROUGH  YOUR  HAIR,  AND  SCRAPED  PALMS  FROM  CLIMBING  TREES,  and  i’m  a  big  fan  of  the  BROKEN  POCKET  WATCH  you  seem  to  always  be  attached  to.  well,  if  you  see  the  minister  this  morning;  make  sure  you  head  on  home  as  quick  as  possible,  you  never  know  what  bad  luck  he  could  bring.  ╱  ooc;  opossum,  18,  she/they,  est

         —  hello  again,  my  friends  !!  this  is  my  second  daughter,  florence.  she’s  my  baby  and  i’m  so  happy  to  introduce  her  to  all  of  your  beautiful  muses  <3

               𝐵 𝒜 𝒮 𝐼 𝒞 ╱ 𝐹 𝒜 𝒞 𝒯 𝒮

   𝗙𝗨𝗟𝗟  𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘  :  florence  willow  sohn         𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗦  :  flower,  flo,  flor,  reny,  rence     𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥  :  cis  woman    𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦  :  she  /  her           𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘  𝗢𝗙  𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛  :  april  9th,  1997            𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧  :  five  foot  and  two  inches          𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗬  :  pansexual  /  panromantic         𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘  𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡  : isle  of  eroda

TW;  parent  death

     —  darling  girl,  you  were  born  with  the  will  o  the  wisp  calling  your  name,  crooning  you  a  lullaby  to  come  and  play.  darling  girl,  your  palms  are  covered  in  sticky  syrup  from  our  trees,  as  you  climb  our  limbs  you  feel  at  peace  and  a  warmth  washes  over  you.  a  sense  of  belonging.  darling  girl,  what’s  the  look  for  ?  why  do  you  stare  across  our  horizons,  why  do  you  long  for  what  lies  across  our  waves  ?  don’t  you  love  it  here  ?  isn’t  this  your  home  ?  darling  girl,  why  do  you  scream  and  cry  to  the  ocean,  thinking  of  the  boat  we  pulled  under  our  violent  waves  ?  it  wasn’t  our  fault.  darling  girl,  your  knees  are  scraped  from  dragging  yourself  along  the  rocks,  the  band - aid  on  your  nose  does  not  scream  lady - like.  darling  girl,  this  is  where  you  belong.  this  is  all  you  will ever  know,  it’s  best  you  just  accept  it.  darling  girl,  your  dress  is  tattered  from  the  way  you  throw  yourself  between  rickety  limbs  of  our  twisted  trees  in  our  twisted  woods.

               𝐵 𝒰 𝐿 𝐿 𝐸 𝒯 ╱ 𝒫 𝒪 𝐼 𝒩 𝒯 𝒮

florence  grew  up  in  eroda,  but  her  family  is  not  originally  from  here.  they  came  here  shortly  before  florence  was  born,  and  they  moved  here  because  the  brochures  they  saw  of  eroda  made  this  place  seem  so  DREAMY,  they  had  no  idea  they  couldn’t  actually  leave

florence  grew  up  alongside  her  brother,  who  is  hands  down  her  best  friend.  they’ve  been  attached  at  the  hip  ever  since  they  were  younger,  and  honestly  you  can’t  find  flo  without  him  nearby

her  father  was  a  hardworking  fishermen  in  the  charters,  but  when  flo  was  seven,  her  father  drifted  a  bit  too  far  out  from  the  island  and  ended  up  being  taken  by  the  unforgiving  waves  of  eroda.  because  of  this,  she  now  has  this  sort  of  destetment  to  the  island  and  what  it  has  taken  from  her.

her  father’s  ship  was  eventually  recovered,  as  was  his  body.  the  sohn  family  could  rest  easy  (  as  easy  as  they  could  )  now  that  they  had  the  closure  of  her  dad’s  death  and  what  had  happened  to  him.  there  was  a  small  funeral  held  in  their  backyard,  where  her  dad’s  body  still  remains  under  a  crude  cross  her  and  her  brother  had  made. 

her  fathers  friend  who  worked  the  charter  with  him,  ended  up  giving  florence  her  fathers  busted  pocket  watch.  she  keeps  it  on  a  chain  in  her  pocket,  despite  it  not  being  able  to  tell  the  time  anymore.

she’s  afraid  of  the  water  and  what  it’s  done  to  her,  but  she  finds  it  pretty  calming  to  listen  to.  she  likes  to  sit  on  the  porch  and  knit  (  yes she  IS  a  little  old  lady  ),  listening  to  the  waves  crashing  on  the  rocks  and  trying  not  to  think  about  what  they  took  from  her.

she  much  rather  prefers  heaven’s  woods,  surrounded  by  the  trees  and  the  greenery.  she  spent  her  whole  upbringing  climbing  these  trees  and  getting  herself  as  muddy  as  possible.  her  mother  would  hose  her  down  in  the  front  yard  before  she  was  allowed  back  inside

she’s  very  much  more  of  a  tom - boy.  hates  wearing  dresses  and skirts.  how  can  you  climb  a  tree  in  a  skirt  ??  you  cannot.  so  she  just  does  not.  loves  to  play  “ boy ”  sports  and  then  absolutely  crush  them  at  said  sports.  baseball  is  her  FAVOURITE,  soccer  is  a  close  second

but  she  also  loves  to  bake,  like  SO  much.  she  works  down  at  doughy  delights,  and  honestly  ?  eats  more  of  her  product  than  she  sells  it.  usually  brings  nice  baked  goods  down  to  flanagan  market  for  people  to  snack  on

also  she’s  in  a  BAND  !!  what’s  not  to  love  about  that  ??  she’s  the  drummer  in  a  little  indie  band  around  the  island,  and  they  often  play  the  pubs  and  venues  around  !!   they’re  mainly  a  live  band  that  do  covers,  but  they’ve  started  dabbling  in  their  own  music  and  writing  original  content.  they’ve  also  considered  the  idea  of  getting  into  a  recording  studio,  but  flo  really  doesn’t  want  to  get  too  wrapped  up  in  the  rock - star  life,  because  she  knows  it’s  just  a  pipe  dream.  she  already  wants  to  leave  this  god - forsaken  island,  but  she  doesn’t  want  to  grow  attached  to  the  idea  of  performing  for  a  real  audience  if  she  can  never  have  it. 

has  a  one  eyed  cat  named  tucker,  she  saved  him  when  he  was  a  kitten  and  she’s  been  his  best  buddy  ever  since.  tucker  sits  on  the  porch  with  florence,  listening  to  the  waves  and  purring  away.  he’s  more  of  an  outdoor  cat,  but  he  always  comes  home.  so  if  one  eyed,  calico  cat  comes  to  be  your  friend  on  the  streets,  don’t  worry  about  him  finding  his  way  back  home.

florence  is  very  impulsive  and  has  almost  a  million  little  and  big  tattoos,  and  also  is  a  total  hoarder  because  of  all  the  impulse  buys  she  makes  and  then  refuses  to  part  with  them.  what  if  she  needed  that  kazoo  she  bought  at  cherie’  gift  shop  six  years  ago  ???

totally  affectionate  with  everybody,  incredibly  friendly  as  well.  you  could  spill  soup  in  her  lap  and  she’d  probably  apologize  to  you.

              𝒫 𝒪 𝒮 𝒮 𝐼 𝐵 𝐿 𝐸 ╱ 𝒞 𝒪 𝒩 𝒩 𝐸 𝒞 𝒯 𝐼 𝒪 𝒩 𝒮

hype - man ;  somebody  who  has  listened  to  the  music  florence  and  her  band  put  out  and  has  always  been  there  for  her 

tree  climber ;  somebody  who  climbs  trees  and  lives  their  best  little  hobbit  life  with  florence  out  in  the  woods

best  friend ;  florence’s  ride  or  die.  this  person  has  been  here  for  her  since  the  beginning,  and  they  mean  the  WORLD  to  

knitters ;  somebody  that  florence  can  sit  with  and  either  knit  for  them,  or  knit  with  them.  they  can  sit  and  hold  her  yarn  for  her,  and  she’ll  knit  them  a  cozy  blanket  or  something  to  show  her  affection

an  almost ;  somebody  in  florence’s  life  that  she  was  romantically  involved  with,  but  the  timing  was  just  never  right.  could  be  super  angsty  and  ouchie

family  friends ;  a  friend  of  the  sohn  family  that  was  there  ever  since  flo’s  dad  died,  and  they  still  get  together  every  now  and  again.  usually  on  the  weekends  they  have  dinner,  and  i  imagine  flo  is  pretty  close  with  their  kid/s

[epouvantes]

❛ jeon jungkook, demiboyflux, he/they ❜ was that kim moonsik? the twenty-two year old freelance photographer has been in town since birth. the witch has a reputation for being disorganized & affectionate. you know they’re around when you get flashes of ( mismatched socks, taking buzzfeed quizzes into the dead of night, dancing when no one is watching & believing in signs ). rumor has it, they are a member of the high coven. { samu, est, 25, she/they }

( OOC: TW: ANXIETY MENTION AT THE END OF THIS PARAGRAPH. hi! i’m samu, i’m 25 and i use she/they pronouns! i’m so so so so so excited for this rp and for you all to meet my babies!!!!! i wanted to make this lil ooc section just to let y’all know that i’ll be posting longer and more detailed intro-like posts for my charas eventually, but i wanted to be able to give lil summaries and connection ideas before then so!!!!! there it is!!!!! thank u sm for reading!!!!! also if i ever message you to plot, which i’d like to do with everyone if my social anxiety allows it, pls don’t feel obligated to plot with me at all!!!!! i love connecting with other writers and stuff but i’ll completely understand if you’re not up to plot with me and my charas <33 ) ← this is the same ooc paragraph in all of my first three intros, so pls feel free to skip it! <3

brief introduction.

moonsik’s parents moved from ulsan, south korea, to blackthorne about eight years before the boy was born. he grew up in blackthorne along with his two older siblings (they’re fraternal twins a couple of years older than moonsik), and had a pretty comfortable childhood! however, his mother left the family when he was only five years old, and he’s never seen or talked to her since. the reasoning behind her departure is still a mystery to moonsik, and he’s definitely still confused/sad about it, but!! i won’t delve too much into that yet!! i’ll def write about it in my longer bio/intro thingy later on, though!! 

his dad remarried, when moonsik was nine years old, to a woman who had lived in blackthorne all her life!! i’m not gonna develop the step-mother too much bc i’ll definitely send in some wanted connections soon (for her + moonsik’s dad, siblings and step-siblings! and maybe more?), but she actually has a really good relationship with moonsik!! he doesn’t see her as a mother tbh, but he really loves and respects her and!! even during his more rebellious phases in high school she was like the one (1) person in the family he always felt he could talk to!!

relationships with siblings and step-siblings are to be developed tm!! i’ll be sending in wanted connections for them soon as i said before so i might add a bit to it in there but tbh i’ll try to keep things vague so that they’re easier to fill!!

moonsik did NOT like school. like, at all. i think probably at least one of his siblings was like...... super strong academically, and it mayhaps played on moonsik’s confidence a bit to constantly see his sibling(s) get praised for their accomplishments?? and like..... his dad, siblings, step-mom and step-siblings have never put pressure on him?? he did so himself after seeing others succeed so much and wishing he could do so as well?? and don’t get me wrong; he’s skilled at plenty of things (especially visual arts)!! but having difficulties academically really did affect his self confidence :(

i said this was going to be short rip sdlfijsdlkfjsdlkfjsdklf i’M SO SORRY!!!!!

ok so!! outside of all the family stuff!! moonsik’s been exploring his gender identity for about three years now, and he finally feels like he has the right word/definition for it all!! demiboyflux is honestly a word he didn’t even know of until a couple of months ago, but as soon as he saw the definition for it (here’s a link to a simple definition!) he was so happy because it was him and it felt perfectly right??

he’s not exactly out to that many people concerning his gender identity bc as much as he loves who he is he just isn’t ever sure how to bring it up?? also, most of the time he’s fine with masculine nouns (boy, man, brother, son, boyfriend, husband, prince, etc.) AND he’s perfectly fine with both he and they as far as pronouns go, so...... he just doesn’t feel like it’s absolutely necessary for him to discuss it with EVERYONE, you know? but at the same time sometimes he kind of feels like just ranting and rambling and gushing about all of it, which is why he actually started an anonymous blog (eyes emoji tm) last month, and it’s been super helpful for him!!

he’s a freelance photographer rn, and he honestly really likes it!! however, since he’s not super well established yet (and doesn’t have an official diploma or anything like that - he quit university after two semesters), he isn’t making tons of money, and is therefore currently living with his dad and step-mother. it’s becoming a bit suffocating to him tbh?? and he’s highkey considering getting a part-time job too so that he can maybe make enough money to afford renting a lil apartment or room or something!!

super disorganized!! it’s probably one of the things he fights about the most with his family bc they kinda see his lack of organization as him being quite irresponsible (and they’re not completely wrong maybe, but still), and he’s never really done anything to change this part of him?? like, he’s always losing stuff, forgetting things behind, not remembering appointments, forgetting to send in important documents on time, never checking his voice mail and/or inbox, etc.

affectionate af!!!!! a sweetheart, tbh?? like, he’s kind of reserved so people tend to assume that he’s not the most friendly, but he’s actually rlly sweet!! he’s very openly affectionate with the people he’s close to, never hesitating to wrap himself around someone or plop down in someone’s lap or anything like that (though he is careful about who is and isn’t comfortable with that ofc! tbh in the past he didn’t take that into consideration all that much and he honestly feels really bad about it now, so he’s SUPER careful about other people’s boundaries now)!! also....... he will 110% deny it, but he LOVES attention. like he’ll wither away without attention i sdlfjslkdjfksldf

he’s bi and has known for a long time, and he’s actually been out as such since he was seventeen years old! 

( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY ) he’s had two serious-ish relationships in his life so far, but outside of those he’s actually quite enjoyed doing more casual sexual things with people he finds attractive/interesting/etc!! he actually prefers fwbs to one night stands and i can DEF see that leading to some tension in the future with some of his friends.........

HE’S SO PROUD OF BEING A WITCH!!!!!! his entire family are witches (maybe not his step-mother and step-siblings, though? it’ll depend on whether or not they get taken up as wanted connections and, in the case they do, what the people playing them prefer!), and he’s so!!!!!! passionate about it!!!!! he hates learning in school and stuff but when it comes to learning about magic, especially healing magic, he’s so eager and passionate and !!!!!! he loves it :( idk if his father and siblings are in the high coven tbh but!!!!! he is definitely quite proud to be part of it!!!! also he’s probs definitely one of the most eye-roll-y judgemental ones when it comes to what he thinks of the bloodstone coven !! he deadass doesn’t get why they would practice the kind of magic they practice and he’s???? like he wouldn’t be straight up /rude/ to them without reason but he’s def not as friendly as usual around them i think (though ofc there might be exceptions!!)

connection ideas.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS: probably around 2 to 4 of those?? i’m picturing this lil group to have been thick as thieves since they were little kids (although maybe one or more of them joined their lil friend group later on in their childhood and/or teenage years?), and i just really want a group of super close friends who know each other better than the backs of their own hands and who may tease each other mercilessly but who still love and adore each other (no matter whether or not they actually say those words aloud dlffkjsdkjfsdlkjfsdlkf)!! age-wise i was thinking they could all be between 21 and 25 years old?? ( 00 / 02-04 )

EXES: as mentioned earlier, moonsik has been in two romantic relationships in the past that were somewhat serious? one of them was probably a high school relationship that last for like 14 months and ended just because they did not click well together AT ALL but had gotten into a relationship bc high school and stuff, you know?? (i think that ex would have probs identified as a cis woman back then - whether they still do or not is up to you - since they probs started dating before moonsik came out as bi?) and i feel like mayhaps recently they’ve gotten in touch again and actually click quite well as friends nowadays, although there are zero (0) romantic feelings between them anymore (just saying, but..... mlm/wlw solidarity is rad tm!! it’s not a necessity ofc but!! yes!!) NOW THE OTHER EX!!!!!!! i feel like this one would have been a bit more recent?? and probably with a man or masc presenting person?? since it’d be more recent, and the relationship would have been quite important to moonsik, i’d like not to add too much to it here and instead work it out with whoever may end up being interested in that connection? ( 00 / 02 )

EMPLOYER(S): people who’ve hired moonsik for his photography skills!!!! maybe also a future/eventual employer for when he ends up finally looking for a part-time job?? mayhaps they could be friends of some of moonsik’s family members?? oooooh what about someone who knew his mother?? (although ig that’ll be easier to work out when i 100% decide why she left dslfjksdkjfsdkljf) ( 00 / ?? )

FRIEND AND/OR ENEMY WITH BENEFITS: ( WARNING: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTS ) i’m thinking that moonsik probably doesn’t hook up with too many people at the same time unless he knows for sure that the other person doesn’t mind it? so the number for this connection will change depending on that!! also i reaaaaaaally love BOTH the idea of friends with benefits AND enemies with benefits since they can both bring in v interesting storylines!! also i’m not totally opposed to having moonsik hook up with his most recent ex (bc i love angst), but it’s definitely not a necessity! ( 00 / 01 )

DEALER: ( WARNING: DRUGS TW ) he did quite a few hard drugs in hs, which was 100% part of one of his rebellious phases, and although he doesn’t do anything too strong anymore, he does rlly like weed (prefers edibles to smoking tho bc no matter how often he does it he always coughs and it’s embarrassing!!!!!), and i’d love a connection with his dealer?? preferably one that’s kind of humorous?? ( 00 / 01 )