#this isn't about people offering advice out of concern. concern is nice and it's a natural instinct to want to help

[phantomcomet]

Saw some jokes about Obi-Wan being a toxic boy mom and must take this to the extreme. Sometime during Anakin's teen years, when they're constantly at odds and fighting, Obi-Wan joins a holonet support forum for parents. He's read all the books on "Bonding (And Unbonding) with Your Padawan" but they're not helping. Anakin isn't his son, but he'll take any advice he can get at this point. The forum starts out helpful, but devolves over time.

Someone mentions being sad that eventually their baby is gonna get married and move away and Obi-Wan goes ":) thank god I never have to worry about that."

"Not interested in relationships?"

"He is but he swore an oath to me when he was 9 to be single forever. (Religious/cultural reasons.)"

The other parents have a, "wtf?" Reaction but one mom immediately messages and invites him to a private forum. Their freak matches and Obi-Wan is immediately embraced by an echo chamber of poor boundaries and werid possessiveness. Obi-Wan is a bit concerned and wary, but the other parents are so nice and helpful and honestly, this whole having a padawan thing can get lonely. Other masters don't understand the struggle of training Anakin Skywalker! Their padawans were Easy in comparison.

Anyway a couple years pass and Obi-Wan overhears (or, let's be real, was convinced by the other parents to put spyware on Anakin's comms, because these people Would do that sort of fucked up shit) Anakin's plans to get secret married. He immediately turns to the forum in a panic, because Anakin is Leaving and Getting Married. To a politican!

The forum goes, "you must stop this wedding. Do whatever it takes because otherwise you're losing your boy Forever."

(Obi-Wan did explain at one point that Anakin isn't his son, but his student/ward. This had the same holding power as a leaf vs a semi truck. He just refers to him as "my boy" all the time, so the other toxic parents just shrug and go, "he's one of us. Kinda, sorta, whatever.")

Anyway he comes back like a week later and goes, "good news, he's not marrying her."

"How's you do it?"

"I offered to marry him instead."

"What the actual fuck." <- the only moment of self reflection these people have ever had. Obi-Wan is immediately banned from this group.

[discordiansamba]

was rotating another thought while making dinner about an idea in which, after being duped by azula at the start of season two, zuko makes a frustrated wish to not be so easily tricked by people's lies... which gets heard by a spirit that's a bit of a trickster.

or: zuko wakes up the next day and realizes he can now hear people's thoughts. this wasn't what he meant, THANKS.

zuko responds to something that iroh didn't say out loud. he just stares at his nephew- and then quietly asks zuko in his mind if he can hear him. zuko stares at his uncle in confusion. of course he can hear him. he isn't completely deaf. what kind of-

uncle why aren't your lips moving.

he cannot for the life of him shut it off. the more crowded an area, the more thoughts he can hear. it's headache inducing.

iroh helps zuko develop a few meditation techniques that help with the constant background noise of other people's thoughts.

he gets a. really rude wake up call when he encounters azula again, and can hear her laughing at him in her head. he knows she didn't even think twice about attacking uncle, because he could hear her think it- and then do it.

but he can also hear the genuine concern and desire to help in katara's thoughts. so when she offers to help heal iroh... he lets her this time.

(also, can they all stop thinking about how he has hair now.)

katara heals iroh. she says he'll probably ideally need at least another session to be certain he's free of any unexpected complications. zuko can hear that she's suspicious of him, but her concern for iroh outweighs it.

zuko tries to avoid them. they try to give zuko space. it's very awkward all around.

toph does not care about any of this. toph cares about the nice old man who gave her tea and good advice. zuko doesn't even need to read her mind to know about her conversation with iroh- she just tells him as much.

...and well. he's been hearing uncle's thoughts for weeks now. he knows beyond a a shadow of a doubt how much he cares about him.

long story short: zuko ends up tentatively joining the gaang here. mostly it's just for his own self-preservation at first. it's obvious azula doesn't care if he dies. he has better odds if he sticks with them. he still tries to keep his distance- but it's hard to do that while on the saddle of a flying bison, while you have mind reading powers.

(he goes with them to wan shi tong's library. he asks one of the knowledge seekers if they have anything about being able to hear people's thoughts. he doesn't really find anything conclusive. great.)

iroh makes the choice to part ways with him at ba sing se. his nephew has a chance to pass through the city unnoticed, but iroh cannot say the same for himself- at least, not if he's in the company of the avatar. zuko can hear for himself just how hard a decision this was to reach.

zuko: also. what's the white lotus.

(iroh sweats)

what's up it's round two of hearing your sister's thoughts. he hates it as much as the first time it happened.

zuko, meet joo dee. there's literally nothing going on in that woman's head. it's freaky.

(BA SING SE IS SO NOISY.)

at least the upper ring is a lot quieter. the gaang just watches zuko constantly get headaches and nod to themselves. yeah, that's zuko. he's just cranky.

how to find the avatar's missing bison: just read long feng's mind.

no need to figure out a way to tell everyone else this. just go get the bison yourself. also uncover a secret brainwashing facility?

toph knows something is up with zuko. she's just not sure what. his heartbeat just randomly went crazy when they were talking to long feng. and then when he comes back with appa and says he overheard the dai li talking? a total lie. spill it sparky. what's UP with you.

zuko: ...I could tell you, but none of you are going to like it.

sokka: try us.

zuko: I can hear everything you're thinking.

sokka: ...okay, yeah. I don't like that actually.

aang: zuko! you should come with me to meet the guru! maybe he can help you with the mind reading thing!

(he cannot, but zuko appreciates the offer.)

time to read your sister's thoughts! part three! she still makes zuko the offer to join her, but this time he can hear all of her underlying thoughts. she needs his help? more like she wants someone she can blame if things go wrong.

(but they don't. things always go right for azula.)

[floertoer]

as a certified filler enjoyer I'll come out and say I wish fairy tail had more filler. the cast of fairy tail is so big that there's practically an endless amount of side stories to tell with them. Something I would've liked to see is erza teaching wendy how to drive one of those magic leech vehicles:

Erza: "Okay put your foot on the gas pedal and gun it as hard as you can!"

Wendy: "Uh, Erza which one's the brake?"

Erza: "What do you mean brake?"

driving isn't super big in fiore, you have to have a nice amount of magic to use the cars and there isn't any paved road really, a horse or a train can practically get you anywhere but it's still a nice skill to have so erza tries to teach wendy.

of course the rest of team natsu get involved which ends in disaster. best to worst drivers are gray, erza, lucy, natsu. gray is better than erza just because of the fact erza is a super reckless driver. she drives like she had to be somewhere yesterday so when she tries to teach wendy she also tries to pass on all her bad habits. wendy is more concerned for the safety of everyone around her so she tries to over correct what erza teaches so she doesn't place her foot on the pedal as hard as erza tells her to and brakes more often then necessary which makes her just as much of an annoying driver as erza just in the opposite direction

somewhat surprisingly lucy can't drive because no one taught her. she was rich so why would she have to drive? she got pulled around in a horse drawn carriage so her and wendy learn at the same time. natsu, although he is below lucy on the list, can drive; he's just the worst driver you've ever seen. he drives the same way he fights, so he ends up putting way too much magic into the car at once. (he's blown up at least one car) while erza teaches wendy how to do cool u turns, natsu and lucy are in the back crashing into stuff which quickly turns into him being banned from helping her because damn it natsu these are rentals

gray is mostly trying to stay out of it, he trusts erza to teach because "she managed to teach that moron how to read". others from the guild probably stop by and give their two cents. laxus (who can drive) doesn't really offer advice other than "don't hit anyone cause you will have to pay for their hospital bills" which makes wendy abuse the brake pedal more. mira tries to give her advice about keeping a cool head while on the road but she has the craziest road rage known to man (gray reveals this) and it's a blessing cars in fiore can't honk. cana stops by but has no good advice because even though she knows how, she hasn't driven in five years. "I have to be sober to drive but I can get drunk on a train."

after all the lessons wendy tries to drive down the road and it goes like this:

Wendy: "Woah, this is actually kind of fun. Erza look! I'm-"

Gray: "Wendy keep your eyes on the road!"

*crashes into a building*

wendy doesn't become a master driver but she appreciates that so many people tried to teach her something. (while lucy doesn't learn anything at all) master makarov is a more than a little upset that they destroyed (2) cars but what can you do? erza definitely broke more than two desks trying to teach natsu to read so technically it could've been worse, he tries to rationalize to himself.

[callmearcturus]

How do you think if they handle the topic of heteronormativity ruin ruining Ted's life in season four they should handle it?

(Asking him purely because I like your ideas and you're smart and I would love to hear your thoughts, but you don't have to answer this if you don't want to!!)

I need to go to bed but i'm sitting here thinking about this

Let's say there's gonna be three more seasons of TL bc I saw somewhere apple might've ordered that many but who knows for sure

I think the way I would do it is:

S4:

Ted and Henry move back to London. Ted is set to coach the Lady Greyhounds but also has to repair his relationships with the people he's left. Some are harder than others (Keeley and Nate are just happy Ted's back, but Trent and Rebecca are guarding their hearts against the return of Ted, they're happy but also cautious) but Ted gets the message loud and clear that people are nervous to fall back in with him because what if he up and leaves again.

So Ted starts dating again. It's not bad but it's with the purpose of putting down roots and avoiding his previous loneliness.

S5:

Early on contrived drama with housing. The flat Ted is leasing for him and Henry isn't offering him a renewal but he doesn't have time to look for a place to buy (and is a lil nervous about buying because he's still getting used to the idea of staying himself).

During morning biscuits, Ted mentions this to Rebecca, who points out Ted's seeing some nice lady, perhaps ask her to stay short-term. Ted reasons no, he has Henry to think of and he'd want to stay with someone who is used to kids.

Rebecca: "Ah. Trent, you inherited your place from your father, didn't you?" Trent: "Oh, yes. Sorry, I was reading the morning articles, what're we discussing?" Rebecca: "Ted staying with you until he finds another flat."

There's predictable flustered chatter about the idea, but Trent isn't not amenable.

Whole fun subplot of Ted learning about Trent's home life, trying not to be a bother, being relieved that Trent knows how to talk to Henry bc he's a father as well. But also falling into the domesticity of mornings with another person, because Ted is just very domestic.

Much MUCH later in the season, someone asks Ted how the apartment hunt is going and he's totally forgot about that bc all the drama and work of coaching the Lady Greyhounds and handling their day-to-day concerns.

When Ted starts looking into new places, Henry finds a reason to hate all of them and eventually gets mad and asks why can't they just stay with Trent, he's cool, like, "If you wanna move out so bad, you do it and I'll stay with Mr. Crimm."

Upset and unsure wtf to do, Ted goes to Roy to ask for advice

(for several reasons-- Roy is manager of the Men's Team so equal footing, Roy's always been emotionally mature enough to Ted to speak frankly too, and he's been in and out of relationships, and he knows all parties involved)

and Roy's like "then fucking stay with Crimm, jesus fuck, he hasn't kicked you out and he didn't encourage you to look for a new place for so long you fucking forgot so the whole thing works, who gives a fuck about doing things the 'right' way. didn't you try to do things the 'right' way and end up sad and divorced and living in another fuckign country?"

and hell if Roy isn't right. so Ted goes home and finds Trent and Henry looking sadly into the fridge, unsure what to do, and Ted shoos them both away so he can make dinner.

THAT'S HOW I'D DO IT ANYWAY. break down the foundation of what Ted considers the default way to live.

that's all i got, i'm going to sleep

[butterflywomanstuff]

Hi I have a request. Can you do Yuji, Megumi, Nobora, Sukuna with a female reader and her curse technique is a Medusa? like her hair is full of snakes. scales on skin, She wears glasses so she doesn’t turn into stone? And also people would want to cut off her head so that they can exploit her powers. I loved your other headcanons Tyyyy <3

OFCC!! Medusa is my favv mythology character💕💕 I think it would be better if she was a curse. Makes more sense

Yᴜᴊɪ,Mᴇɢᴜᴍɪ,Nᴏʙᴀʀᴀ,Sᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ Mᴇᴅᴜsᴀ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ!ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. (ᴀ ʟɪʟ ʙɪᴛ ᴏꜰ Mᴇɢᴜᴍɪ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴄᴜᴢ ᴡʜʏ ɴᴏᴛ.)

𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢

Hmm. He would probably be interested in the snakes in your hair. And keep on asking you questions.

• Yuji's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of the young. Her hair writhes with serpents, each one a living entity. Their scales glisten in the light, and their eyes fixate on him with an unsettling intensity. He's both fascinated and unnerved. "Whoa," he breathes out, "that's... different." Despite the initial shock, Yuji's curiosity gets the better of him. He wants to know more about her curse, about the snakes that coil around her like protective guardians. "Can they talk?" he asks, pointing at the snakes.

You chuckles, her snake-like tongue flickering out. "Not exactly," you reply. "But they communicate in their own way. They warn me of danger and sometimes even offer advice." Yuji grins, finding the whole situation oddly endearing. "Well, I guess we're all a little cursed in our own ways, right?"

Yuji scratches his head, torn between awe and concern. "So, uh, do they bite?" he asks, eyeing the snakes. The reader chuckles. "Only if I tell them to," you reply. "But they're more protective than aggressive."

𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

Since he’s mostly smart and nerdy he would deffo ask you questions about your powers. He wouldn’t kill you since you’re probably a nice curse.

• Megumi's analytical mind kicks into overdrive. He studies your scales, noting their intricate patterns. "Your curse technique is impressive," he says, his voice steady. "It's a form of transmutation, isn't it?" You nod, impressed by his insight. "Yes, the scales allow me to manipulate my surroundings. I can turn do vice versa just by my eyes."

Megumi's gaze narrows. "And your glasses?" he asks. "Why wear them?" Your expression turns serious. "To protect others," You explains. "Direct eye contact with me could petrify anyone. The glasses act as a barrier." Megumi nods, appreciating your consideration. "You're not a monster," he tells her. "Just someone dealing with a unique curse."

Megumi analysing you more. “Your scales,” he says, “they’re like armour, but they also reveal vulnerability.” You nod. “Exactly. They’re double-edged blade.” Megumi’s gaze softens. “You’re not alone,” he tells you. “We all carry our burdens..but yours? It’s oddly….beautiful.

You smiles. "Thanks, Megumi. Maybe one day I'll show you how the scales dance." He raises an eyebrow. "Dance?" She winks. "In battle. You'll see."

𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢

This gal would try to attack you. Nobara prob has a fear of snakes.

• Nobara's reaction is less composed. She jumps back, hand instinctively reaching for her hammer. "What the hell?" she exclaims. "Is this some twisted fashion statement?" You laughs, her snake-hair hissing playfully. "Not exactly," she says. "It's my curse. And these scales? They're my armor." Nobara squints at your sharp teeth. "Armor, huh? Well, it's definitely memorable."

You leans closer. "I've seen your curse technique too," she says. "The nails. Impressive." Nobara grins, suddenly intrigued. "Maybe we should spar sometime," she suggests. "See whose curse packs more punch." You agrees, and they exchange a secret smile. Maybe curses aren't so bad when they lead to unexpected friendships.

Nobara twirls her hammer, sizing you up."Snakes for hair," she says. "You're like a cursed Medusa." You grins. "Minus the whole turning-people-to-stone thing. I may be a curse but only do it to my enenies im not heartless." Nobara smirks. "Good. I'd hate to be a statue." She nudges the you. "But seriously, teach me that scale armor trick."

You laugh “Deal. Just don’t steps on my snakes.”

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 (𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐬)

• He would like you. Since you’re kinda dangerous also badass. But he would definitely use your powers for his disadvantages.

Sukuna's presence taking over Yuji’s body, and his crimson eyes narrow. "You're dangerous," he states flatly. "A curse that turns people to stone." You meets his gaze unflinchingly. "And you're a curse incarnate," she retorts. "But I won't harm you unless you give me reason to."

Sukuna's lips curl into a wicked smile. "I like your spirit," he says. "But don't think your glasses will save you forever." You smirks. "I'm well aware." Sukuna's laughter echoes, and he grudgingly agrees. Perhaps this cursed woman isn't an enemy after all.

Sukuna leans in more interested"You're hiding something," he says to you. "What's your endgame?" She meets his gaze. "Survival," You replies. "And maybe redemption." Sukuna scoffs. "Redemption? You're too soft." But there's a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "Show me what those powers can do."

You smirks. "Maybe I will, Sukuna. Just don't get too attached."

(Credit to (@m_Minato91) on X)

[true-blue-sonic]

Good day!!

🌻

Good morning!🍀

I'm noticing myself running away from the first half of Run To You, haha. My problems are multiple-fold:

Is the first chapter Fun, Interesting and Engaging? It concerns Eggman capturing Sonic and sending him to the future where Silver rescues him, but the way that all happens is very contrived. I know it's a story and I can write what I want and have it be "true", but I like (scientific, if possible) substantiation for my ideas. And with time travel, I don't have that! Because it's impossible in real life and all XD But the first chapter is the moment a writer must capture the interest of the audience. First ten sentences even. And I'm not sure mine are up to that challenge😅 But with the first chapter not even finished yet and me feeling insecure about what's in there, I can't begin uploading anything, and that makes a huge problem in itself, rip.

Is Silver written Fun, Interesting and Engaging? I'm worried I'm having him come off as too grömpy and thus unlikeable/unenjoyable to read about. This takes place right after Rivals 2 in which he is grömpy, and I'd say R2 shows well that Silver can warm up to people, be genuinely grateful for their help, and be a kind sweetheart who listens to others. But it's the time inbetween him being his irked self and having warmed up to Sonic that I'm worried about. For example, in the fourth chapter Sonic invites him to go along on the adventure to collect the Chaos Emeralds, claiming it'll be fun... and Silver shoots him down because 1. he thinks adventures can't/shouldn't be fun and 2. because in Rivals 1, Sonic says Silver gets on his nerves, and Silver figures that means Sonic doesn't actually want him around. That is something I want them to talk out in the fic, but like... is that interesting? Is that what people are here for when they want to read a Sonilver fic?

A problem that relates to the above point is that I've written a whole piece about Silver concluding that he does want to help Sonic, and that his thoughts of Sonic not wanting him around don't match with the fact Sonic actively offered a shared adventure. I don't want to cut it since it's written so nicely imo, but is it OOC for Silver to first say no to Sonic and then later change his mind?

"Something should happen in every chapter" and "always end on a cliffhanger" are two writing advices I've heard before. Especially the first one is giving me troubles: this fic definitely has some higher stakes and more going on in the world at large than New Beginnings, my Espilver fic. But that makes me wonder if the quieter chapters, wherein not a lot happens, are out-of-place in the fic. In New Beginnings I feel like they worked better, because a good 80% of that fic was nothing but that. But in RTY, is it... unfitting to just have Sonic and Silver cuddle on a hammock a whole morning and chat, to give an example? I want to show that they like each other, that they're growing closer and noticing things about each other that increase that like even more, but... Hmm, I guess I'm just worried it's not interesting to read either.

There's a lot more: I'm also struggling with the higher stakes and increased action of it. I'm a slice-of-life fluff writer to my core, not an action one XD But yeah, I've been working nigh-exclusively on the second half of the fic instead these days... but that isn't going to get me closer to actually uploading anything anytime soon!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Falling Part Three | Jeon Jungkook

Summary: Lana and Jae get closer and you ask Jimin for advice on how to deal with her while also trying to rationalize why Jungkook would be on earth Pairing: Angel f!reader x Fallen Angel Jungkook Word Count: 2.9k~ Warnings: Talks about doubting God and questioning why he let's bad things happen to people on earth as well as leaving heaven to join the devil. This is not meant to be harmful to any religion and I don't want to cause any doubt in God or your faith so if you feel that would affect you then please do not read. Nothing super in depth but still wanted to preface it with this. a/n: I finished this and immediately posted it after some rough editing but I wanted to get it out asap lol hope you guys like it!

Once Lana is done for the day I keep my head on a swivel trying to see if I can catch a glimpse of Jungkook anywhere. Is he a student? He has to be a student right? The only way he would materialize would be if the person he was assigned to has already turned 18. He couldn't possibly be a teacher because I would've noticed by now. Meaning he's highly likely to be in his Senior year just like Lana. There are so many kids here though, how am I going to figure out which students have turned 18 recently?

"Lana!" I hear her name being called from across the hall by that same boy from before. "Oh Jae! Are you all done for the day too?" she asks clearly wanting to see if they would be getting off at the same time for future reference. "Yeah I just finished, did you drive here?" he asks curious as well to see if she would need a ride home most days. "No, my mom dropped me off. I usually just hang around school for a bit and do some homework until she gets off work and comes to get me" she explains. 

"Oh okay, well if you want I could give you a ride?" he offers, clearly insinuating something else but it seems to be in a playful manner more than anything. "That's okay, she's already planning on picking me up today. Rain check?" she asks hopeful he won't feel bad about her shooting him down. 

"Sure. Would it be okay if I kept you company until she does?" he questions, she smiles and nods which seems to uplift his spirits again which is good in her mind. "Cool" he says and follows her lead to one of the table outside in the courtyard near the area her mom picks her up at. 

"So, how are you liking things so far?" she questions, hoping to find something that they can talk about for a while. "It was a pretty seamless transition thankfully. All of my credits transferred so I didn't have to worry about trying to make up for the ones that didn't" he answers. "That's great! Scrambling to make those up before graduation would've been really difficult" she cringes just thinking about the potential of being held back. 

"Plus the students here are really nice, and one girl in particular has caught my eye" he teases, messing with the strap on her bag, almost shy to admit. "Oh yeah? And who might that be?" she questions, catching me off guard. 'Where the heck did she learn how to flirt? And why is she already good at it?' I think to myself. 

"Oh, just this really smart, cute and funny girl that I met. I bumped into her on accident today though so I'm not really sure if she likes me or not" he continues. "Are you sure it was on accident?" she teases. 'What the heck Lana! Why aren't you the shy awkward girl I know you to be anymore?' I think to myself now slightly panicking. 'She must really like this boy so far if she's had a sudden change of character just to entertain his advances. This isn't good'.

After getting home her mom finally takes note of how differently she's acting. She calls out for her and Lana simply hums to show she's listening. "Did something happen at school today?" she asks, also a little worried about her. 'Thank God I'm not the only one' I chime in in my head. If this guy wasn't dressed like the definition of trouble I might not be this concerned but I can't help the slight panic I'm starting to feel.

"No, not really" she say and makes her way up to her room, with me following close behind. "Hey come back down when dinner is ready! No skipping meals today" he mom yells after her. "Yes mom" she responds and closes her door right after the words leave her mouth. 

Jae: Did you get home safe?

Lana: Yeah just walked in. Did you?

Jae: Yeah I did. What are your plans for the rest of the day?

Lana: Nothing really. I've got some homework to do but other than that I'm pretty much free. Why?

Jae: I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drive

She pauses for a second and thinks about it. She's nervous but excited, that's for sure but I really really hope she'll say no. She knows that she isn't supposed to be hanging out with anyone, let alone a boy she just met after curfew. 'Please Lana, please but smart about this' I pray, not wanting to add another sin to her tally of not obeying the rules set out for her. 

Lana: Oh I don't know, I'm not supposed to be out late on a school night

'Yes Lana! Good girl!' I rejoice. Hopefully he won't push her too much, but I don't blame him for trying, Lana is a very pretty girl. 

Jae: It's probably because we don't know each other well too huh?

Lana: Yeah that too

Jae: It's okay I get it

Lana: But if you're free we could talk on the phone? That way we can get to know each other a bit better :)

Jae: Sure

*Jae would like to FaceTime*

"I said call, not FaceTime" she panics out loud while looking at herself in the mirror before pressing accept. 

"I said we could talk on the phone" she says frustrated at being caught off guard. "Are we not talking on the phone?" his voice resounds on loud since Lana hasn't put her Airpods in yet. "Well...yes" "Then what's the problem Pretty?" he says with a half smile, watching as her eyes widen at the pet name. 

"Why did you call me that?" she asks, biting her lip to keep a smile from cracking while occupying herself with finding her Airpods so her mom doesn't hear him. "Because you're pretty" he says with (not gonna lie) a gorgeous smile. Lana better be careful because I feel like this one is ready to break her heart. Once she finally finds them she puts them in and continues their conversation which I thankfully am still able to hear.

"Is it okay if I call you Pretty?" he surprisingly asks for permission. "As long and I'm the only one you're calling that then yeah I guess so" she says and I can feel her heart racing in anticipation to see what his response might be. "Who else would I call Pretty, Pretty? If I've got you I don't need anyone else" he says, his words sweet as honey warm up her skin. 

"You think you've got me?" she says raising a brow at him. 'Okay Lana, you've still got some fight in you' I'm glad to see she's not playing into his games too quickly. If I were her I would have this guy be putty in my hands before I let him call me anything. 'I- nope I'm not her. Yep, we're just gonna. Uh huh let's give her some privacy' I think to myself and quickly call Jimin to ask for advice. 

"Hey! Long time no see" he says when his hologram pops up. "Yeah sorry I've been really busy with Lana. A new boy just stepped in the scene and I'm not really sure what I should do to help protect her" I say and watch as he takes in the information and thinks on it for a second. "Lana has been a really good girl right? She's been respectful and honest and follows the rules, does well in school, all of that stuff right?" he asks listing off the things I've told him about before. 

"Yes, all of those are still true but I'm nervous. This Jae guy is a capital T for Trouble and I know I'm not supposed to judge but I have to discern on what exactly I'm supposed to do here. Plus her birthday is next month so hopefully I'll be materializing that day if things go according to God's plan" I say, reminding both him and myself of the sort of situation we're dealing with.

"You also have to remember she's still a teenager. Teenagers are supposed to grow up and mess up and get their hearts broken if life takes them down that path. It's perfectly normal for her to like a guy and for him to like her back. It's something new since she really hasn't shown any true interest in boys so I understand how you're feeling but just pray and watch over her. That's all you can really do until her birthday and hopefully by then you'll be able to actually help guide her if she's open to it" he says. 

Now that I think about it, I have been super on edge with her recently, even before Jae came around. Maybe I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Just watch, wait, and gather information about how their relationship grows and changes in these next few weeks so you're able to figure out a game plan before you materialize alright?" he finishes and I take it all into account. 

"Another weird thing happened today, my bracelet lit up when Lana and I were at school" I relay and I can see his face go from confused, to excited, to scared as well as a whole other range of emotions that I can't quite identify. "How could he even be there? Do you think he's materialized as someone's fallen angel? Are there even kids that are that bad at her school? I thought you said she was at a good one?" he asks, just as confused as I am.

"Doesn't mean there aren't a couple of bad eggs lost in the mix" I say, sitting down on Lana's bed to hopefully relax for a bit. "The only way that my bracelet would light up would be if he was in the same realm, correct?" I ask him to which he nods. "And when you fall you become a fallen angel, right?" to which he nods again. "So after all of these years there is still a possibility that he could've been assigned to be someone's fallen angel. Their bad influence so to say, right?" I finish. "Well yeah, but the odds of that are slim. Usually the angels who have fallen are left as slaves and can't come out of hell even if they tried" he explains. 

"Yeah but Jungkook's different, you and I both know that. He could've been taken under someones wing, for lack of a better term. They could've seen potential and drive in him. Plus his brother is there, he fell during the war between angels so he's been there since the very beginning. He could've found out that Jungkook had fallen and got him whatever job he wanted" I finish, showing Jimin the possibilities that could've caused our paths to cross again.  

Maybe all these years he's been leading people straight into the arms of Lucifer. I can't even imagine the horrors he's gone through or worse, taken part in or caused on his own. "Did you see him?" he asks the question that I knew he has been itching to ask. I shake my head and let it fall "I tried looking around but Lana had to get to class so I was stuck with her in there for an hour. When we left I kept on looking as best as I could to find him but he wasn't there". "Maybe try again tomorrow? You'll find him don't worry" Jimin reassures me and we end our call soon after that.

I check up on Lana's call and it seems like they haven't gotten up to too much mischief, just some harmless flirting here and there. "Lana! Dinner!" we both hear her mom yell. "Hey I have to go but I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?" she says, rushing to finish up so her mom doesn't get too suspicious. "Alright, goodnight Pretty" he says in a teasing tone that gives her butterflies in her stomach. "Goodnight Jae" she responds and quickly hangs up the phone before rushing downstairs. 

The next day at school Jae finds Lana in the same hallway they had met in and comes right up to her and swoops up her books again. "Hey!" she protests, trying to get them back just like yesterday. "Hello to you too Pretty" he says chuckling at her. "You really don't have to do that" she says crossing her arms awkwardly while they repeat the same steps they had done yesterday. "I know, but I want to. How did you sleep?" he questions glancing over at her while they continue on their journey. 

"I slept alright, what about you?" she asks looking at him and just now noticing the dark circles under his eyes. "I slept like a baby" he responds, clearly lying. "Are you sure? Because those bags under your eyes are telling a different story" she teases, trying not to prod but being open to the discussion. "Well for the amount of time that I did sleep, I slept like a baby" he chuckles and they continue on down the hallway.

Once they reach the classroom they do the same as before, hanging out right outside to talk when she notices a cut and a slight bruise on his cheekbone that she hadn't seen before since she had been walking on the opposite side of him. "Jae what happened?" she asks clearly concerned and on instinct grabbing his opposite cheek to keep him in place so she can inspect it. 

"It's nothing don't worry about it" he says taking her hand off his face gently and toying with her fingers. "It's clearly not nothing. Does it hurt?" she asks with her brows knitted together while she brings her other hand up and traces the area with a feather light touch. He flinches and hisses as if she's hurt him and she gets even more concerned before she realizes he's joking. "Don't do that! I'm worried about you" she says pushing on one of his shoulders a bit to which he hisses out in true pain. 

"Jae oh my gosh I'm so sorry. I-" she starts but stops when he places one of his hands on her cheek. "Don't worry about it, I'm fine" he says and makes purposeful eye contact with her, to which she decides to just look towards the floor after a second and nods, not asking any further. "Hey" he says and brings her chin back up to look at him again "Just trust me okay?" he asks and she just nods again in response. 

"I need words Pretty" he says using that pet name with her again, making her eyes widen a bit. "Okay" she agrees, "Okay what?" he says tilting his head at her in amusement, teasing to get a smile out of her. "Okay I trust you" she says, giving him that smile he was searching for. "There she is" he says, referring to her normal playful self. 

"Let's head inside okay?" he suggests and she grabs her books from him before he make moves to even push off of the wall he had been leaning against. He tries to reach out for them but she gives him a stern look telling him not to push his luck with her. "Alright alright fine" he says holding his hands up and decides to walk behind her when they walk into the classroom and follows her over to her desk. 

"Can I walk you to your next class?" he asks when she sits down and she nods in agreement but she shies away when he raises a brow at her. "Yes Jae I would love it if you walked me to class" she says and at that he gives her a half smile and runs a thumb over her cheek before he heads off to his seat. 

"My brain is total mush right now" Jae says as they finish up the lesson. "Oh come on it wasn't that bad" Lana laughs and shakes her head as they make their way over to her next class. "Hey Jae!" we all hear a voice say from behind. Even before his voice met my ears my bracelet lit up "Oh hey, give me a minute I'm just gonna walk Lana to her class" Jae says as they continue on down the hallway. "Okay, we'll be outside" he says and even though my head is telling me not to my heart has a mind of it's own making me turn to face him. 

The first thing my eyes land on is his bracelet that he seems to be fiddling with, him looking as confused as I was yesterday. No longer gold but it still sits on his wrist, beaten and tarnished so much so that it has turned into a dark matte black. Another reminder of how far he's fallen, as if his appearance and demeanor wasn't enough. 

He's dressed just like Jae, with piercings and those same burnt and twisted branches as well, his woven through other various tattoos on one of his arms of all shapes and sizes, a particular one catching my eye. He takes a look around to see if he could possibly catch sight of me but fallen angels can't see other angels until they too materialize. I can't help the few tears that fall from the shock of the state he's in especially when he heads back outside to a group of other guys dressed just like them. 

What are Jae and Jungkook involved in? And why for God's sake did he have to choose Lana?

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Open Arms *SMUT*

Summary: You broke up with your boyfriend and went to Jack for comfort.

Warnings: Cheating (done by reader), Age gap (Reader is of age), Daddy kink, Fingering and getting eaten out, Praise, Wall sex. Nicolas Capa bashing slightly but deserved

Word count: 4.0k

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Gran Turismo characters, nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used, nor do I claim to own them.

You were Nicolas Capa's trophy girlfriend and he was going to a costly restaurant with his team, to celebrate, and of course, you had to come too because he couldn't just leave you. You were eating and then Jack Salter a mechanic whom you often enjoyed talking to wanted to give Nicholas some advice and he got angry because a mechanic was trying to give him advice so he smashed his hand on the table "If I want advice, I'll ask my team leader. Not some mechanic." Everyone, you included was silent for a moment. As if processing what you heard about the situation. You felt a little bit worried about your boyfriend's aggressive behavior, and you wanted to help as you gently placed your hand on his own. "Nicholas, calm down. This is a nice dinner to celebrate. Jack works just as hard as your team leader but in a different way. And who knows? Maybe Jack has some interesting suggestions."

Nicolas looked at you. "This is a men's conversation you wouldn't understand. go back to doing what you do what's best and look pretty sitting there. You have no idea what goes on during these things." The smile on your face fades. You had never seen Nicolas acting this way towards you. You were shocked and hurt. A tear came to your eye, but you didn't want to ruin the moment. But you couldn't stay silent, this wasn't the Nicolas you know, he was rude, hurtful and aggressive. You had to put a stop to that. "Nicolas, I am in shock with what you just said. I have a lot to contribute to the conversation. Please apologize to Jack." You tried to keep your voice as calm as possible. Nicholas sighs. "I'm sorry if you have been offended Blake but all you've ever been for the last two years is a flower pot, sitting there and looking pretty. But I need you there just to get a good impression of my superiors and colleagues. I never wanted to say that to you because it could hurt your feelings but that's the truth. Why should I even apologize to the mechanic? I didn't ask for a woman's advice. I don't care how smart you think you are and how much you think you have to contribute to these meetings. I don't have time for that. This meal isn't about you. This meal is for me and the people I work with. Not you."

And that was enough. You weren't going to stay put and wait for Nicolas to stop talking, it wasn't just about Jack, but about the way Nicolas was treating you. You got up from your chair. "Well, Nicolas. You didn't have time to ask for my advice, you didn't have time to get my opinion, now you don't have time to be my boyfriend." You said before leaving the restaurant to go home, knowing he'd be able to change your mind and make you stay with him.

After some days, you went to see Jack who worked at Nissan to talk, hoping he could offer you some comfort and advice. You stood at the reception desk and waited for him to finish his shift. You thought about what Nicholas said and it still upset you. You couldn't understand why he was so rude when you only wanted to be part of his life and help him. Jack appears from the back of the reception desk, his face more serious than usual, "Oh…" he is taken aback a bit by your presence. "How are you?" His expression softens somewhat, and he comes closer. He looks tired; there are dark circles under his eyes, and he looks like his body hasn't been cared for as well as it should have been these last few days.

You looked at Jack worriedly. "You look… not well. Is everything ok?" You asked sincerely, and your voice was filled with care, showing genuine concern. You could see yourself in Jack's eyes, tired and stressed at work, but he was still kind and caring to offer a little support "I'm not okay, Jack." You could only imagine how you looked, the dark circles under your eyes and the exhaustion in your face. "Nicholas was so rude and disrespectful to me for no reason… I don't understand where it came from… I'm afraid I screwed up somehow. I'm so confused…" You couldn't stop the tears from falling. You were sad and lost. He pulls you into an embrace with him, wrapping his arms tight around you. "Don't worry, sweetie. You've done nothing wrong. It's Nicholas who's screwed up," he says comfortingly and soothingly, "He's rude and disrespectful. He doesn't deserve you. You're wonderful, you're kind and you're talented; please don't let him upset you."

You embraced Jack and he held you in his arms. It was nice to know that someone else cared how you were feeling. His strong arms made you feel safe. His words were comforting, but they also made you feel conflicted. "He's never treated me this way before, Jack. I'm just so confused. I can't… I don't want to leave him. I love him! I don't understand what's going on…" You said looking down at the ground and you were on the verge of crying. "Hey, look at me," he says holding you by the cheeks and looking into your eyes, "You are wonderful, you've done absolutely nothing wrong. Nicholas's behavior isn't your fault, you have nothing to be confused about. He's just been acting rude and selfish. It's his problem, his mistake." His voice becomes stern for the last couple of words, "Don't let him upset you. He doesn't deserve to affect your happiness and well-being. He's the loser, not you. Understand?"

"I understand, Jack…" You didn't want Nicholas to be your boyfriend anymore. You feel his grip become tighter as you look a bit up to find that he is leaning a bit closer to you. You were so close to him now, breathing in his wonderful scent. You don't want to let him go. He notices a change in you. He sees how you look up at him and breathe in your perfume. He can sense you don't want him to let go. He's feeling something stir within him. He doesn't know if it's just because you're here with him, but he feels something different about you than he used to. He continues to hold you in his arms, and with one hand he starts stroking your hair. He could feel your breath getting a little bit heavier as he stroked your hair. You continued to look into his eyes as if you wanted to read his mind. Your bodies were so close and it felt so good to just be next to him. You don't want that feeling to end. You move your head a little bit closer to his waiting for him to close that gap between you. You look at his soft lips and feel like you just want to kiss him.

You feel a sudden warmth inside as you continue to be embraced by Jack. You feel his arms wrapped around your body and you feel an instant sense of comfort. You were able to release all your worries and stress and all you can think about right now is to be with Jack instead of with Nicholas. Jack smells so nice and he is so kind. You want to hold on to his embrace and never let it go. As you moved your head closer, he closed the small gap between your lips and pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was gentle at first, but soon deepened as you both lost yourselves in the moment. His tongue teased your parted lips, exploring every corner of your mouth eagerly. He could feel your response through the kiss; your passion and desire growing stronger with each passing second. He pulled away slightly, just enough to catch his breath before pressing back in for another hungry kiss. "Mmm... I've been wanting to do this since I met you," he whispered between kisses, "You have no idea how much."

You felt his tongue explore every corner of your mouth and you welcomed it, opening up even more for him. You loved the way he tasted and felt, like nothing you had ever experienced before with your boyfriend Nicolas. As he pulled away for a brief moment, you saw the desire in his eyes and you knew exactly what he meant when he said those words. You loved how he said it too, making you feel wanted and desired by him. You deepened the kiss even more, showing him that you were just as hungry for this moment as he was. Your heart raced faster as he pulled away for a moment to speak. You loved hearing him say those words and you wanted more of that moment. You could feel his cock pressing against your thighs and you knew that he wanted something else from you too. "I've been wanting this moment too… I want all of you, Jack," you whispered back, "I want to feel your cock inside of me… I want to feel you fucking me hard…Can we go somewhere more private?"

His eyes locked onto yours as he heard your whispered confession, and a soft smile spread across his face. He nodded in agreement, breaking off the kiss briefly to say, "Yeah, we can definitely find someplace more private where I can finally have you properly." He stood up, taking your hand in his larger one and leading you towards a private office door. Once inside, he shut and locked the door behind them before turning around to face you once again. His erection was throbbing painfully against your leg as he reached down to unbutton your pants, pulling them and your underwear down together in one swift motion with your back against a wall. Your heart raced faster as he undressed you in front of him. You watched as he pulled off your pants and panties with one swift motion, revealing your naked body to him. You felt a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through your veins. You felt exposed in front of him, but you also felt a sense of liberation knowing that he wanted to see everything about you.

You placed your hands on either side of his waistband, trying to pull off his pants and boxers at the same time. You wanted him inside of you now, you needed him inside of you. You needed to feel his large cock stretching out your tight pussy. You couldn't wait any longer. "Fuck me, Jack… I need you inside of me. Make me feel good and make me forget about Nicolas." Jack's eyes lit up at your request, a smile forming on his face as he knelt down between your legs, looking at your beautiful pussy spread open before him. He leaned in and placed a warm kiss on your clit, followed by lapping at it with his tongue. He used his hands to stroke your thighs while he continued to pleasure your most sensitive spot with his wet tongue. He could tell by the way you squirmed and moaned in pleasure that you were enjoying this intimate moment together. "God, you taste delicious," he whispered.

You let out a moan of pleasure as he continued to eat you out. It felt so good having his tongue on your clit and his fingers stroking your thighs. You loved the combination of sensations running through your body. You felt herself getting closer and closer to an orgasm with every passing second. You wanted more of him though. You wanted him to make you cum with his mouth before anything. "More, Jack… I want more…" You whispered, with your head tilted back against the wall and your eyes rolled back into your head. Jack increased his efforts, using his tongue to work your pussy even more effectively. He could tell by the way you were begging for more that you were close to climaxing. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel incredible pleasure in a way that Nicolas clearly never could. "Almost there, love," he whispered, "Just a little bit more..." Without warning, Jack suddenly inserted two of his fingers inside your tight pussy, adding another dimension of stimulation to your already overwhelmed senses. You let out a moan of pleasure and arched your back, unable to contain your ecstasy any longer.

As he inserted his fingers inside of you, you let out a long moan of pleasure and pleasure, feeling his cock twitch with anticipation at the sight of you enjoying it so much. "Fuck," you whimpered, "I wanna cum…" You said between breaths, "Make me feel better than Nicolas ever did…" you added. Jack's cock throbbed painfully at the request, his desire for you burning hotter than ever. He wanted nothing more than to make you feel better than Nicolas ever did, to show you just how good it could feel to be with someone who truly cared about your pleasure and fulfillment. "Yeah, baby," he growled, "I'll make you feel so fucking good..." He increased the pace of his finger movements, using both his thumb and fingers to tease your sensitive folds expertly. He could tell by the way you let out short gasps of pleasure and begged for more that you were on the verge of exploding with need and desire. "Cum for me," he whispered, "Let me hear you scream my name..."

You let out a loud, guttural moan of pleasure and need, unable to hold back any longer. Your entire body trembled with pleasure as you felt the waves of need and desire coursing through her entire being. "Daddy… Fuck… I'm cumming… Ahhhh…." You cried out, "Make me cum for you…" You added. As you reached your peak moment of release, you let out a series of intense contractions, your pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as you released hot, sticky juices onto his hand. He waited until you had completely finished cumming before pulling his fingers out of your wet pussy, giving you time to catch your breath while he readied himself to fill you with his thick, pulsing cock. Seeing the understanding and trust in your eyes as he slipped the condom onto his throbbing member. He took a moment to admire the view of how much he already made a mess out of you before slowly pushing the rest of his length into your tight, waiting pussy. "Now we can really get started."

You let out a long, satisfied sigh of relief as you finally let go of all the built-up sexual tension you had been carrying since dating Nicolas. The feeling of pure ecstasy was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan as you felt your pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. "Oh god… Daddy…" You whispered, "This feels so fucking good…" You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you as you revel in the feeling of being filled by him. "Fuck…" You moaned, "I need this so bad." Jack smiled down at you, his eyes burning with desire as he gazed at your luscious body, already imagining the warmth and fullness of his thick cock filling your tight pussy. He watched as you eagerly awaited him, your pussy glistening with excitement and anticipation. "Here I come, baby," he rumbled, "Gonna fill you up real good." With a grunt of effort, he pushed his large condom-covered cockhead against your entrance, and then slowly thrust to push inside of you, feeling every inch of his girth stretching your tight walls to the limit. He could feel you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as you reveled in the sensation of being filled by him. "I'm going to make you forget all about that loser Nicolas, I'll show you just how good real pleasure can be."

As he began to slide his thick cock inside of your tight pussy, you let out a low moan of pleasure and relief, feeling the warmth and fullness enveloping your sensitive nether regions, holding onto him for dear life as he began to fill you up completely, pushing past any lingering resistance or discomfort that might have remained from previous experiences with Nicolas. "Oh god… Yes… Fill me up with your big cock," you whispered. "I want all of you inside of me," Jack grunted with satisfaction as he fucked you completely, feeling the tight squeeze of your pussy walls enclosing around his length. He loved the way you wrapped your legs around him with your back still against a wall, holding onto him for dear life as if he were the only thing keeping you safe from harm or pain. He knew that you trusted him completely, and that made him feel incredibly proud and protective of you. "That's right, baby," he rumbled, "Feel how big and strong I am?" He started to thrust deeply into your pussy, driving his thick cock as deep as possible within your tight confines. Each powerful stroke sent shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body, causing you to arch your back and cry out in delight at the intensity of the sensations he was creating for you.

As he began to thrust powerfully into your tight pussy, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and cries of pleasure, feeling the intense fullness of his large cock filling you completely. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle when he asked if you could feel how big and strong he was, knowing that he truly was everything you had ever desired in a lover and more. "Yes… I can feel how big and strong you are," you replied. "Fuck me harder… Make me cum again…" You begged. Jack's heart swelled with pride and satisfaction as he heard you begging him to fuck you harder, to make you cum again. He increased the pace of his thrusts, driving his thick cock deeper into your welcoming pussy with each powerful stroke. He loved the way you craved his attention, knowing that he was finally making you feel truly satisfied and fulfilled after however long of being neglected by Nicolas. "That's right, baby," he growled, "I'm gonna fill you up so good." He increased the intensity of his thrusts even further, his hips moving faster and his cock pounding into your depths with unrelenting force.

As he increased the intensity of his thrusts, you let out a series of pleasured gasps and moans, your body trembling with anticipation and excitement. You couldn't believe how much pleasure you were experiencing from simply being filled by the older man's cock, and you found yourself getting more turned on with each passing moment. "Oh god… Fuck me hard… Make me cum again… I want to be completely filled by your big cock." You pleaded, "Please… I need this so bad…" You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you continued to feel his powerful thrusts, desperate for more of his attention and affection. "Fill me up completely… Please… Daddy…" You whispered, "I need you to make me cum again." Jack's cock throbbed with pleasure as he heard you beg for him to fuck you harder and make you cum again, knowing that he was fulfilling all of your deepest desires and fantasies. He increased the pace of his thrusts even more, driving his thick meat into your tight pussy with relentless force, determined to give you everything you needed and more. 

"You're going to get everything you want, baby," he growled, "I'm going to fill you up so good." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him as he continued to pound into your depths, driving home his message of dominance and possession. With each powerful stroke, he reminded you who was in control now - not Nicolas, but him. As you climaxed for the second time, your body shook with pleasure and release, your walls clenching tightly around his thick cock as you let out a series of loud moans and gasps. Your mind was clouded with pleasure and bliss, unable to think clearly or form coherent thoughts as you leaned there pressed against the wall and him, completely spent from your latest orgasm. "Ahh… Ahh… Yes… cum inside of me… Fill me up completely," you whimpered. "I need you to cum inside of me… Only you can make me feel this way…" Your breathing slowed down slightly as you rested in post-orgasmic bliss, feeling completely content and satisfied from being completely filled by his large cock. "Cum inside of me… Make me yours forever…"

Jack's cock throbbed with pleasure as he watched your body shudder with pleasure and release, feeling your tight pussy clenching tightly around his thick meat as you climaxed for the second time. He knew that he had brought you to this state of pure ecstasy, and it made him feel incredibly proud and dominant. "That's right, baby," he growled, "I'm going to fill you up and make you mine." He continued to pound into your depths with unwavering determination, driving his thick cock as deep into your pussy as possible while she softly mewled, completely spent from your latest orgasm. "Alright, baby," he growled, "Here it comes." His thick cock erupted inside of you, filling your womb with hot bursts of cum that spilled into every corner and crevice of your wet cunt. He continued to pump his load deep into your waiting depths, feeling your walls clench tightly around him as if you tried to hold onto every last drop. "There ya go," he whispered, "That's my good girl."

Jack pulled his thick cock out of your still quivering pussy, watching as strings of cum dripped down your inner thighs and onto the floor below them. He knew that he needed to take care of you and provide you with some tender aftercare after giving you the ultimate pleasure. "Alright, sweetheart," he whispered. "Time for some aftercare." He leaned down and kissed you gently on the lips before reaching for a nearby box of tissues to clean you up with. Slowly snapping back to reality when he started talking about providing you with some tender aftercare. You looked at him with gratitude in your eyes, grateful for his consideration and love towards you. "Thank you… Can we cuddle together?" You asked, "I want to feel your warmth surrounding me… I want to feel safe and protected in your embrace…" You reached out more for him, seeking comfort and security from his strong arms as they held you close during the intimate moment together. "Can we cuddle together? Please?" You whispered, "I need your warmth and affection to help me relax and recover from everything."

Jack smiled reassuringly at your request for cuddling, happy to provide you with the comfort and security you needed not even after such an intense session but your relationship. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and holding you tightly against his chest as he began to rub your back gently, soothing away any lingering tension or discomfort. "Of course we can cuddle together, baby," he whispered, "I'll keep you nice and warm." He held you tightly against him, his large frame enveloping yours in a protective embrace. As you cuddled together, Jack could feel your heartbeat slowing down, calming your racing pulse and bringing your body back into a state of peaceful relaxation. And at the end of the day, you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about everything that had driven you to this point. Nicolas was easily now a thing of the past. He was selfish and rude and didn't deserve you. You couldn't see yourself being with him anymore. You would rather be with a man like Jack. Kind, considerate, and treats you the way you want to be treated. You had no guilt about the situation with Nicolas. You did what was best for yourself, and had no regrets.

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Act 4:10 - Another Side (Page 2)

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Clementia

Elias visited the other night. He's nice enough, but quite serious. He and Susana are now prior and prioress of the Withernham monastery. I don't think either of them want the role, but they both know that Reynold isn't fit to run the place for the time being.

I feel Elias is a good, but reluctant, leader, and Susana keeps everyone's spirits high, always making people laugh with her sermons despite her awkwardness. Susana admitted to me that she once loved my brother, and she hopes he makes a full recovery. Elias, on the other hand, doesn't want Reynold to rediscover the wolf at all. 

In truth, I would not go back to the monastery if my brother were to return. I love my brother, but I do not want him to be in charge of me in any manner. After so many years of being considered beneath him, it isn't worth it. 

During our odd conversations at the cathedral, where she'd often come for artistic inspiration - Violeta had told me that, someday, I ought to drop by and say hello. I haven't spoken to her much at all, but I find myself needing the consolation and advice of an older woman- so I figured I ought to ask the oldest woman I know, and so I explain to her the reason I didn't take up her offer earlier.

She makes us coffee...or, at least, she makes me coffee. I think I know what's in her mug, and it certainly isn't coffee. Where does she get it? Well, I know where she gets it, but...

"You're no longer a Shepherdess?" She quickly turns to anger. "What vile man did this to you?"

"You're not going to believe this, but...It wasn't just a man. It was the High Priest and the Great Convincer- Juniper."

Violeta's scowl is enough to terrify just about anyone. "And here I was, thinking you'd left to spread your faith in the city... What reason did she have to get rid of you, in such a harsh environment for women?"

"In her words? Julian and I weren't attracting enough people to Jacobism and we were being too nice to the witches. In my words? She wanted both me and Julian out of the picture so she could take over. She also accused me of witchcraft. And I..."

Violeta is perhaps one of the only people who will truly understand this desire without judgment.

"...I want to kill her."

Violeta lifts an eyebrow, and a smirk raises on one side of her face- slipping back into something close to concern.

"Honestly, as do I- any woman willing to throw an innocent woman to the wolves to please men deserves nothing less. But, dare I say it- it isn't worth the risk."

Even Violeta?! I know what she is. I know that killing witchfinders is the only way she survives. Why is she against it?

"I don't doubt your strength, Clementia- after all, you proved by that by ascending to High Shepherdess in an environment that would normally try and tear apart people like yourself. But the Jacobans are not so easy to whittle down as the witchfinders are. I wouldn't want them going after you and killing you.

And not only that, but...A good friend of mine once said to me that you must wait until they are at their most confident if you want the perfect revenge."

She's right. I could never do such a thing. That bitch took the only power I've ever had in my life from me and there's nothing I can do about it.

Violeta places a freezing-cold hand on my shoulder.

"I understand what it's like to feel the way you do, Clementia. When I was turned, I felt completely powerless. It took me many years to realise just how powerful I'd become despite it."

"I'm glad, Violeta, but I won't have as many years as you do."

"True," she replies, "but it's all the more satisfying reminding people of your strength when you're older. Believe me. I will admit to you, Clem, I am not the most empathetic of people- I don't know how to help people the way my son did. But, I'd like to try."

I take some more coffee from the counter. I notice some red drip down the side of her face, which she wipes away with her sleeve. 

"There is another option I can think of. It worked for my son, and for the young herbalist who was exiled by Samuel Annorin. Humiliation. Sometimes, that hurts more than any sword- especially against the powerful and overly-confident." She sighs to herself. I wonder how often she's suggested a path of non-violence to somebody.

She makes a good point, actually. If I did anything to hurt her, people would likely think I was no different to her. If I made her look a fool to the rest of the Jacobans, then she can't compare that to her attempts on my life. I already have an idea. The problem is, if I do decide to go along with the idea, I'll need the help of my brother- and I'll need his help whilst he's still severed from his magic...Easier said than done. Perhaps it isn't worth the effort. 

"That's a good thought. If I cannot think of anything, though-"

"My other idea, is that I have the perfect plan to get a sense of your self-worth back. When I'm not killing witchfinders or wallowing in solitude, I'm an art teacher. Why not come to a few classes? I'll let you have a try for some time free of charge, gladly."

Art classes? Could I really swap the sword for a paintbrush? I've not drawn or painted anything since I was a child.

"That's a kind offer, but I'm no artist, I'm afraid."

"Nonsense," she spits. "Everyone and anyone can be an artist. Can you put a pencil or paintbrush to paper?"

"Well, yes-"

"Then you're an artist!" she exclaims. "You'd be surprised at the curative powers of art. It even used to keep my bloodthirst at bay, back when I didn't have a steady supply of Volpe's lapdogs."

I suppose it wouldn't hurt. The worst outcome is that I gain some sort of catharsis from it, and the best outcome is I end up finding a hidden talent and making a good amount of Simoleons off of it.

If it can distract Violeta from dark thoughts, maybe it'll replace my hatred of Juniper...or at least clear my head so I can think of the best way to get people to see who she truly is.

Reynold

It was a fair few months back that I forced myself to take a break from being abbot.

The ghosts won't leave me alone. At first, it was just animals- and then it became humans. It seemed the methods in which died, or were killed, reflected in their forms. The ones that are drawn to me, they seem to drip ethereal water where they walk, or a fire or light burns within their chests. Drowning, burning, overcharge- all witches.

At first, they never spoke - they observed from afar, sorrowful, mourning faces. I couldn't turn away from them. I just looked at them, trying to imagine what horrific stories they must have had. I haven't seen anyone I know. I haven't seen Joyce, or Oskar. I'm starting to think that the ghosts I'm seeing are like me- tormented, not quite passing to the 'other side', as it were. Not quite ready to join the Watcher, for whatever reason. Many witches don't get much of a proper burial- I'm wondering if that's what it is.

Now, they approach me. They speak to me, in airy, disjointed voices. They beg me for my counsel and comfort, and in return, they offer their own to me. I try to give them a sort of funerary speech, but they still remain. That is how weak my voice has become- not enough to influence the Watcher, not enough to influence the people.

Juniper's voice has become stronger than mine, and my 'affliction' has not helped. Word has spread of the Peteran priest's 'madness', and most believe it to be born of some kind of scrupulosity. My own failings have led to the uprising of Jacobism, as has Eduardo Volpe's latest book- a revision of his great-grandfather's manual on witches, magic, finding and killing magic-folk.

Volpe mentioned in the foreword that his own grandfather's title was too long to remember, and he wanted a title that nobody would forget: The Scourge of Magic. I'm sure most of it is nonsense he made up to sway the masses, but the worrying part is he mentions that some of his knowledge is gained from 'a man with magic in his blood that I once knew' - Samuel Annorin, no doubt. He mentions some spells by name, and a fair few of them are accurate...

[ishtargoestowar]

sorry if this is random but u said u were a technical writer? my gf wanted to look into becoming one but said most of the industry was taken over by AI, so I'm curious if there's still a way to secure a position in there. don't feel pressured to respond, n if u do, I'm very appreciative! just trying to see if anyone out there knows how to get in since I'm an artist who doesn't know anything abt writing degree stuff. hope u have a good day/night!!

Oh wow hey! Yeah I am :)

So, the first thing I would recommend is entering the Write the Docs community and join the slack channel if she can - it's an insanely good resource full of thousands of technical writers (with loads of experience) and job postings. Plus you can network with people and ask pointed advice (like if you want to learn about Sphinx documentation or like how to document APIs). They're overwhelmingly a very nice and helpful crowd.

Then, I would recommend getting experience if she's able to (which sounds like shit advice but hear me out). Unfortunately, most jobs aren't hiring unseasoned writers (which is a massive shame because it's an untapped market of very strong candidates). I hope she can land a paid internship -- that's the best case scenario. But, if she can't, what she can do to gain experience is find an open source Git repository that is lacking documentation (or their docs need refinement) and offer her services pro bono. It's not as shiny, but it's a very good thing you can put on your resume (and you usually can share those docs during the hiring process). Plus, it's just good experience learning how to work with different types of docs.

I don't think at this point that most of the industry is taken over by AI, but I do understand the concern since chatbots and general GPTs are becoming so prevalent. The problem with GPTs is that they need extensive training and supervision to write well and, well, many of them haven't gotten that. Their sentences may be pretty, but their content isn't good a lot of the time. So people are still very much needed to write documentation :)

I hope this is at all helpful? She can also ask in the Write the Docs community and will be sure to get loads of good answers! :3

[2cmtall]

Diluc x y/n bartending scen.

Context: this is a spew of writing (bullet and normal) centered around the theme of bartending with Diluc. The inspiration for this was from the bartending training event a long while back, and also various pinterest pics I saw with aether & diluc in the tavern. Content is very romantic, some sweet others more steamy.

A/N: school started for me about three weeks back at the start of September and I may have lost a bit of motivation to write 😅. I started this concept a while before school started but I only took it back up when my friend and I were talking about things fandom/fanfic related. Thank you for those who have liked my few posts and have even started following me. 🤗

CW: the content is broken up into different parts (such as before, during, and after the training. Some aftermaths, etc). I just spewed whatever was on my mind. There is both bullet points and drabbles (normal writing) for different parts. At one of the parts near the end there is a slightly suggestive (nsfwish) take involving heated kisses, wall pinning, etc, but nothing beyond that.👍)

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Before the training:

Although mondstadt's weather is almost always nice and breezy, you felt that today was especially bright and cheerful, and your mood reflected that. To truly appreciate this blessing from the anemo archon, you decided to go on a walk and perhaps get a drink at the tavern. Whether or not you drank at all was not an issue, for the owner himself, diluc, allowed you the privilege of asking for custom drinks on the house! You always thought that it was awfully kind of him to do so, maybe even excessively so, but when you tried to voice your humble concerns to Diluc, he simply reassured you and even offered a new drink for you to test out with him. Even kaeya voiced his thoughts, albeit out of jealousy, but the nature of their relationship only resulted in the souring of the red-head's mood.

Because of your past failings to compensate the ever generous owner and your current boost of positivity, you were now motivated to pay for your drinks. It's the least you could do for his kindness. And so, you got ready with a new outfit you were excited to try on. It was more put together and it fit with the summer mood. You remembered to bring your wallet, putting it in your pocket/bag/etc and out the door you went.

You greeted people along the streets and even made meaningful conversations, especially with flora. Recently, you've been interested in mondstadt's flowers and was gaining knowledge and tips from the young but talented girl. You enjoyed bonding with flora and was grateful for her advice, but you couldn't help but notice Donna's eyes on you when your conversation diverted towards your plans to go to the tavern. Whatever the case was, you wouldn't let Donna of all people sully your mood. You said goodbye to sweet flora and continued your walk towards Angel's share, ever aware of Donna's piercing glare burning a hole through your back.

You walked past the different stalls, up the small flights of stairs and neared the tavern where you noticed a man trying to garner attention. Just as you noticed the man, the same can be said for him as his eyes lit up at you and he made a beeline towards you.

"Why hello, miss! By any chance, are you wanting to enjoy a fine drink at the tavern today?" Although you don't normally like to be approached by strangers, you can tell that this fellow had no ill intention. You gave him a small smile and replied, "yeah, I do," before attempting to move towards the door, but what he said next piqued your interest.

"A-Ah, miss! If that's the case, would you be interested in attending Angel's Share's academy week?" You've never heard of this before. "Academy week? What for?"

"Well, I'm sure you've noticed that besides Charles and occasionally Master Diluc, there isn't anyone else behind the counter." You have noticed that, "but why is that, if I may ask?"

"Haha, although there are a lot of wine enjoyers, there aren't many people willing to mix the drinks. That is why we are holding an academy week! This event will give you an opportunity to learn a new skill and hopefully stay to help out Charles at the tavern. Oh! And better yet, you will be trained under the guidance of Master diluc himself! How does that sound? Are you interested?"

You contemplated for a bit, though the decision was fairly easy. Although you don't know how to mix drinks and never thought to learn the skill, the opportunities presented to you only gave positives. Not only will you be able to learn a new skill, train under Diluc, and help him and Charles in tending the bar, you will also be able to get a new job and spend more time with Diluc! You were excited by the endless possibilities. Adorning a smile brighter than the sun, you agreed to participate, to which the man, who you now know as Luka, practically jumps in joy. You couldn't blame him, though, not when you're own nerves are tingling with excitement, but also nervousness.

You waved each other goodbye as you entered the tavern, excited to tell diluc the news.

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On the contrary, Diluc felt nothing special today. It's not that he didn't note the particularly bright day. But rather it changed nothing in his repetitive routine. No matter how bright the day is, he still has duties to attend to, though. . . After putting up signs and letters about the Academy week around Mondstadt and in the tavern, he's been hoping for a certain someone to participate. For a calculating man such as himself, he felt rather unsure if this person even cares for this particular profession. . .

'Stop worrying about this and focus on doing your next task.' He grimaced as he shook himself of his uncertainty. He gazed outside and back to his schedule on his desk. Today he decided to bar tend in place of Charles, so he quickly put on his dark coat and raced down the stares, making sure to alert Adelinde of his whereabouts before closing the front door.

In the tavern, everything is how it usually is. Loud with bustling drunkards, including a certain cavalry captain and an odd bard, both of which irritate him to no end. He truly was not expecting anything new to happen today, least something positive, but as always you prove him wrong.

"Diluc! Guess what?!" You barged right into the tavern, not caring for some people's unhappy stares at you, evident of your proud smile. You scurried toward him and stood directly opposite, practically leaning over the counter. "I decided to participate in the Academy week! I'm excited to learn how to mix drinks and hopefully have a place in this profession. You will be teaching us, right Diluc?" Your innocent, childlike eyes gazed expectantly at Diluc. Unbeknownst to you, while on the outside he appears as calm as ever, on the inside he is a blushing mess, so much so that he could feel his whole body growing warmer.

In an instant, you have put a stop in his mundane cycle and gave him something to look forward to. For the life of him, he can't remember the last time he felt such joy, but why was it that his body is growing uncomfortably hot and his heart is pounding? He needed to stay composed, lest he wanted to make a fool of himself, noticing the snarky look on his brother's face from the corner of his eyes.

"I'm glad to hear you have taken an interest in this profession. And yes, I will be the one to guide you throughout the week, though Charles will also be available for when I'm not."

"Great! When does it start again?" You tilted your head in such a way, Diluc couldn't help but give a small smile at seeing your cute face.

"It starts tomorrow in the morning, so see you then y/n. I'm looking forward to seeing what progress you will make. And be safe on your way home."

"Thanks diluc, I will!" And with that you waved him goodbye, adorning such a bright smile on your way out. He couldn't blame you though, for his heart felt the same way.

*cue Kaeya's and venti's teasing *they get kicked out

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During the training:

♤ Both of you had trouble sleeping that night, your minds a nervous wreck wondering how tomorrow will go.

♡ Diluc being the type to subtly hint at things would wear his hair high, remembering you mentioning he would look good in this hairstyle. He would wear something similar to his KFC collab outfit, exposing his lower arms in the way he knows girls like. (You most certainly noticed). Whatever you decide to wear that day, just know that Diluc's heart will start beating much quicker. Maybe he will even compliment you on your outfit.

◇ Diluc loves how dedicated you are in learning the craft, making him respect you even more. He finds himself smiling next to you when he sees you using a small spare crate to make yourself higher, or furrowing your brows in concentration as you try to replicate and even put your own spin to the drinks. It reminds him of when he was younger, lost in the art of mixing drinks.

♧ When your hands accidently touch, it's like sparks igniting in your hearts. You both blush, wondering if the other person noticed or is feeling the same things as they do. You both secretly revel the chance to graze each other or be close with them. Each touch sends a tingling warm sensation on your skin. Your smile brightens when you make the other person happy. The lesson continued with these innocent acts of flirting. Simple and sweet.

♤ Oh, the lesson has already ended? Well it doesn't hurt to have drinks for yourselves, perfect opportunity to tell you about his drink preferences and in turn learn about yours. Perhaps to surprise you next time with his own take on your favourite flavors.

♡ Oh, but it's getting late and you need to go back home, well how about he walk you back home as condolences for making you stay longer. Hes a gentleman after all, and since he is so kind he will offer you his coat and umbrella, noticing that it started raining. The walk home was filled with silence, except for the pouring of the rain and their equally pounding hearts.

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The day before you have to actually serve:

♤ You spent some time past closing time working and memorizing the drinks, sometimes asking diluc to personally try the drinks and give you some advice.

♡ He reassures you many, many times that you will do a fantastic job, evident of the immaculate presentation and attention to detail. Of course he will admit, the taste of the drinks is not perfect but with your efforts and a little time, he's sure it can be easily improved.

◇ He helps you by acting as a customer, giving you pointers and quick tips as you serve him none other than fruit juice. Although his intentions were to calm you down, the way he gently smiles at you and gives you heartfelt compliments only makes your heart race even more. You can feel the heat rushing in your cheeks, ears, and neck.

♧ Of course he can't stay forever and you can't help feel a little disappointed, but before he leaves, he gives you a small tale on his first ever drink. Hearing him chuckle fondly of his childhood, especially when he mentions his father made you a little less sad at seeing him go for the night. Sharing your own small childhood memory, you said your goodbyes to him.

(nsfwish part)

(spoilers: they end up confessing to each other, hug, you accept the job offer, and all is well. Diluc also invited you to the dawn winery. Diluc followed you in his dark night outfit to ensure your safety 🤗)

Diluc however was not ready to leave just yet. He had this strange look in his eyes as he stood right in front of you. He was silent for a while, as if contemplating, until he gently held your hand in his, handing you the tavern keys and a note with his other, his warm hands encasing yours for what felt like eternity. He continued to look at you, at your beautiful eyes, for which you could only gaze back into his crimson ones. No one dared to speak in those moments, only gaze into the other's eyes and hold each others hands. Without your recollection, your other hand was now on top of his, gently grazing your fingers with his. As if in a trance, your body moved closer and was now flush with his. Your palms trailing ever so softly down his chest, as he caressed your cheek, tilting your head up to his, whose nose was now tickling yours. Diluc's other hand was trailing down your side, now resting at your hip as he gently holds you flush with his body, heat coursing through every part of your body. He was not looking at your eyes anymore, but rather your lips. Your lips parted as his face grew even closer, your breaths warming up the already heated air around you two. He looked back at you, searching your eyes for approval. Wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on yours, you nodded once and without hesitation diluc closed the distance.

At first, his kisses were soft and inviting, guiding you gently with his fleeting lips. His warm hand, still on your cheek, continued to caress your skin as you two embraced in this intimate moment. He sighed sweetly upon your last kiss, this one lasting much longer than the fleeting ones. Your mind was in a sweet daze, trying to process what just happened by staring downwards to diluc's heaving chest, his laboured breaths fanning hot air to the crown of your head. But when you gazed upon his lips- tracing them gently with your thumb- and looked into his lidded, equally dazed eyes, the fire in your heart reignited with the selfish need for ecstasy.

"Y/n, I'm sorry I just--" he couldn't get very far with his apology due to your lips on his, once again. He was surprised for a moment, holding you steady as he looked down on your heated face, but it didn't last long before he returned your kiss.

Whereas before, it was as sweet as honey, innocent and slow. Now the only things you felt were passionate lust that coursed through your veins, rushed and heavy to feel every part of him, and to be touched the same way. Now your kisses were more confident, deeper. You two were desperate to be close, trailing both of your hands down each other's bodies, pulling and pushing, clutching and lifting hair and clothes in a lustful dance you both created. In the mess of things, diluc slides his fingers inside your clutched hands that's holding the keys and note and sets it to the nearest table, and starts pushing you towards the wall behind you, passionately slamming your body flush between his and the wall. Diluc hooked your leg and lifted it, grabbing the curve of your ass and connecting your hips with his. He moved on from your lips and made it his goal to mark every part of your neck. You couldnt help but moan and gasp as he continued to pleasure you.

You've never felt this good before, everywhere in your body is burning with lust and desire, so much so that you could feel your legs shaking to keep you up and your mind is clouded with blinding bright pleasure. Sensing you slowly sliding down the wall, diluc hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he captured your lips again, earning a sharp moan from you. You couldn't help but comb you fingers through his crimson flame hair, reveling at its softness by tugging it near his scalp, a low groan reverberating in your mouth. Hearing this, you tugged some more, caressing his hair and face, earning more deep, appreciative moans from diluc. You could feel your lower region ache and pulse with want-- no, need-- and it seems that diluc feels the same way, feeling him grind his hips into yours, surely bruising it like the rest of your spent body.

You wanted to continue doing this, the ache that you feel growing stronger with the intense need to feel him in ways beyond just kissing. But when he suddenly reached into the back of your shirt to tug on your bra, you suddenly had this hazy realization of where you are and who you were having this intimate moment with. Without thinking, you pulled away from the kiss, a hand gripping diluc's upper arm. Everything was silent, except for the heavy breathing that mixed with the heated air. You could only focus on his heaving chest as you descend slowly from both cloud nine and his arms, until you were back on your feet, albeit shaky. He still held you, but gave you some room to breathe, you could tell he was concerned for you and you were grateful that he listened to your actions. You both sat still, not speaking a word, not knowing what to say, your mind buzzing too much to think of something to say. And so you held each other silently, unable to look at each other. That was until he suddenly turned his head back to you, a question forming in the way he looks at you in slight hesitation, concern, maybe even desperation.

"Do you regret it?" He huffed out in a low voice, barely a whisper, almost as if scared as to your answer. That question shocked you, and you couldn't help but stare in his eyes in silence. A moment passed, and your initial shock turned into understanding. You would've asked the same thing had it been you who was rejected of your advances, one that you thought you both wanted. Giving him a small, reassuring smile, you gently cupped his face. "No, diluc, I dont regret this in of itself. I. . . Do however realize that I might have made things awkward between us. I went into this, wanting to give you payment for your generosity in the form of being employed. I wanted to help out at the tavern and serve drinks to customers, and in doing so, lessen your burden." You paused briefly, uncertain of your next words. But diluc deserved to know how you feel. "And I admit, another reason for wanting to train under you. . . Was so that I could get to know you better as a person. I have romantic feelings towards you diluc." There. You said it. But when you looked up, you panicked at his now stunned face. Desperate to save yourself from the blow of rejection you hurriedly tried to add, "but I understand if you dont feel the same way and is now uncomfortable around me! You can ask me to leave you alone! I will respe-oof!" Suddenly, you are engulfed in a smothering embrace with diluc, your face squished against his chest as he rests his face on top of your head, murmuring thanks to who you assume is Barbados.

"There's no reason for me to ask you leave. I never want you to leave my side. . . Not when I feel the same way about you." He held you tight for a moment longer before gently pushing you back by your shoulders. He now resembled an embarrassed child whose secret crush was exposed to others. Before, he stared longingly towards you. Now he cant so much as glance at you before splotches of red bloomed from underneath his pale skin. "Forgive me for being so bold. That previous statement was childish of me. I simply want you to know that I wish to keep talking to you. I'd hate for things to become awkward. And if you so wish, I will give you an early employment at the tavern, guaranteed. Of course, you can decline as I have already shown my incompetence as a professional employer, and I wouldn't want you to feel uncomfortable working under me."

Hearing those words from him made you so incredibly giddy, you didnt hesitate to jump up to him and hug his neck, giggling like a child. It only took diluc a moment before his own arms wrapped tightly around your back, chuckling at your antics. "I take that as a yes, then?" You lifted your head from the crook of his warm neck slightly to look at him, his fond and warm smile lighting up your heart. You nod excitingly, "yes," and in that moment, all was how it should be.

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Diluc still needed to leave the tavern to run some errands and he seemed reluctant to let you go. As a way to motivate him, you caressed his cheek softly and gave him one final kiss on the lips. You could feel his eyes widen briefly before sweetly kissing back, a smile forming with his lips. In an effort to make the embrace last, he continue to hold you up, squeezing you against him in an engulfing hug. Before it could get beyond just a sweet kiss, you interrupted by placing a thumb between both your lips, caressing his swollen bottom lip. You placed your forehead on his and gazed into his eyes, his crimson ones dazed and lowered. "Will you set me down now, diluc? You still errands to run, and I need to go home." He looked at you then, "what about your training?"

Your training. You did say you wanted to practice more, but that was before all of this happened. You had completely forgotten about it, and there would be no point staying this late anyways. "As you've said many times before, I think I'll be fine for tomorrow. Right now I think it's best to go home and rest. I believe it's midnight already." Sensing your exhausted demeanor, Diluc hummed and his eyes began to clear up. He set you down softly, his large hands cupping your side and cheek. "Be safe Y/n." You smiled up at him, delighted by his concern, "I will, Diluc."

Your smile fueled his courage. With a playful look in his eyes that which you've never seen on him before, he lowered his head, lips tickling your ear as he whispered, "you looked so pretty pressed against a wall." He took a breath as if to say more, but decided on a wet kiss to your ear lobe, smirking as he left you standing there red and embarrassed in the tavern.

Although he did not say it, you were certain that this would not be the last time you shared an intimate moment with him.

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Aftermath:

♤ you took several minutes after diluc had closed the tavern doors to process what happened. Your hands flew to cover your mouth and you dropped to the wooden floors as you remembered all the deep kissing, wall pinning, and embarrassing sounds you made as he touched you in all the right places. You splayed flat on the floor to try to cool yourself down, your hands covering your entire face as you silently screamed. When you finally got up to grab the keys, you noticed the note you forgot he also gave you. Upon unfolding it, your legs threatened to buckle as you stared at his invitation inside dawn winery. It took you a very long time to recover enough to go back home, and even more so to calm down your racing heart and mind to get some sleep.

♡ fortunately, diluc was the same way. The second he was in his home, he leaned heavily against his bedroom wall, his clenched hand over his mouth as he, too, reminisces the past intimate course of events. He stared at his hands, the ones that caressed, held, and touched you feverishly. He combed through his flamed hair, still felt your small hands tugging the now disheveled locks. Even now he couldn't get the image of your pleasured face out of his mind. He needed to see you again. Know that you got home safely. And so he got into his alternative suit, adorning his mask, grateful when it cooled some of the flushed skin on his face. He quickly went back to the tavern, a sense of relief and amusement filling his heart upon seeing your embarrassed attempts to recover. And also that you were safe. He walked in the shadows the whole way to your house, smiling unrestrained at each thing that you do. You made it to your front steps, when you stopped suddenly. Diluc waited, wondering why you didn't go inside. 'Did she forget her keys?' But no, diluc was stunned when you turned around and faced upwards towards where he was hiding, and smiled. Diluc knew that you did not know exactly where he was, your gaze a little ways off, but the fact that you knew he was there following you was almost enough to make his heart stop. Almost. What managed to stop his heart, though was the three words you mouthed towards him, a shy yet determined smile wrapping around each word in a sweet embrace. And then you were gone. Closing the door before behind, leaving diluc to his scattered thoughts. He didn't care what this meant for his vigilant activities. He didn't mind that you had already gone inside and could not hear what he said. He simply felt the need to say, if not to you, than to confirm his own feelings. He stared at the spot you were before, imagining your sweet smile and beautiful self, and spoke.

"I love you, Y/n."

[pocketramblr]

Yo Pocket, for teacher fuyumi , how would Hosu go?

So Hosu is supposed to be a week where teachers get half days to catch up on grading and meetings (and agency patrol requirements, if UA isn't their registered agency). I don't know if that's canon but it lines up with my experience so that's what the au has. Fuyumi has to attend the senior team meeting, the freshmen team meeting, and the applied heroics content meeting, but she's pretty caught up on grading and plans about a week more of lessons ahead before leaving after lunch each day. (The first three days, at least.)

She then goes to the Endeavor agency, where she isn't required to do any patrol, but tells her father over dinner that Sunday night that she needs experience in order to teach so many classes since that's her job now (and technically, his fault) so he's like "yeah I heard you handled yourself fine at USJ you can join a sidekick patrol group for the week while I focus on teaching Shoto agency stuff"

At the freshman team meeting she hears about Tenya going to Hosu, and frets, but keeps quiet other than confiding in Thirteen, who reassures her that the likelihood of getting into trouble at Manual's agency is tiny, Tenya is more likely to be bored to tears all week and regret making the choice to go there rashly.

She also asks All Might how Izuku's is going, because the impression she got off Gran Torino from his shaking reaction to the offer before the internship week was not great. She feels a little better when Toshi smiles in relief and says Izuku says it's going great, he's getting a lot of progress made on using his quirk. Fuyumi is comforted a little, but still frets. Izuku's a sweet boy, she wouldn't be surprised if he was lying a little for his dad's sake.

She can't really do anything with those frets, though. Then Enji announces he's going to Hosu after Stain and bringing Shoto with him. Fuyumi asks to come too. Enji weighs everything (actually liking this kid, or his idea of her, and wanting her safe, the concerns for him and Shoto's spotlight, the fact she did handle USJ, agency expectations, public expectations, the experience she needs at UA,) and then decides "ok, but you'll be in a patrol group that splits from us to look for more clues, call us immediately if you get a lead on Stain.

She does not get a lead on Stain, the city catches fire, and there are more Nomu running around. It's a very stressful third patrol, but at least she's able to put out fires and evacuate people.

Then her phone pings, and it's a location sent by Midoriya. (After USJ she made sure all students had her number in case of emergency, and has been pleasantly surprised no one used it yet for romantic advice or anything.) She has no clue what to make of it and is distracted by trying to focus on her job helping until she gets another ping, this time from her father, demanding if she sent something that made Shoto run off. She forwards the location pin and says it's from a classmate, maybe Shoto got it too? Enji recognizes the address as the one Shoto called as he ran off, an Echo Street alleyway, and agrees, telling everyone to head there as soon as they can.

As soon as she can is with a group of other heroes, to see her brother and students drag Stain out of an alleyway. Fuyumi is going to make Thirteen buy her coffee all next week for being so wrong. Endeavor shows up, Tsubasa shows up, Stain does his thing. Fuyumi goes to the hospital directly with the boys, citing she's the closest UA staff member and needs to report back.

She makes sure to do so that night, before the cover story is decided and NDAs are required. She meets Manual, decides he's nice and winces at his suspended teaching license. She meets Gran, decides she has no idea what to make of him yet. She's granted the power to decide if the boys will go home after healing, or back to the internship. Shoto and her know there's not much difference either way for him, so she just lets him have some extra time in the hospital before letting him back to the agency. She sends Tenya home and orders him to spend time with his family and brother, and then discuss with Izuku what he wants to do with the single day he'll have left after he's discharged. No surprise, he wants to go back to training. She points out that Gran's teaching lisence is suspended so he can't go there unless there's a sidekick with a lisence. Izuku thinks about it, realizes who Toshinori is, and says there might be- there might be a hero who works with UA, even. Izuku spends the last day of the internship in a gym at UA with All Might and Gran, Toshi delighting in seeing how far he's come this week, and getting to actually talk to Gran face to face, clear some things.

[tordenvejr]

Hi 🥰 your blog is always what I turn to when I need to lift my spirits and feel safe so thank you for being such a source of comfort for everyone :) I’m wondering if you can have advice for people like me where I’m in such a lovely relationship but I have such a bad habit of being a people pleaser that sometimes I shove all the bad feelings I have down. I avoid confrontation at all costs:( when I try to bring up how I feel I just end up feeling silly about ever feeling bad about their actions/words in the first place. So sometimes I’m not really sure if it is a healthy relationship or if I’m just ignoring all my real feelings. It’s so hard to upset them because I love them so much. I have even gotten into this habit of hanging up on them when they call me and acting like the call dropped because I want to avoid certain topics. I know if I was a little braver about things that I could communicate my needs and everything would probably be fine I just feel so small lately. Please help if you can but no worries if you can’t!

hi! 💓🌷 thank you so much for your kind words.

dive into why you avoid confrontation, what are you afraid of? you can do this through journaling or talking out loud to yourself. pinpoint it; is it being rejected, being seen, being hurt, not being enough, etc? and what do these fears stem in? what underlying belief is there? it often comes down to a belief or a fear of not being lovable. where did this belief originate? what early life experience is connected to it? make it a part of your regular practice to start speaking kindly to this part and speaking to it as the age that it is internally. ie if the early life experience connected to this fear/belief happened when your were 4, you need to speak to it with the patience and compassion you would a four year old.

i also recommend writing down pre chosen statements that you can offer this part of you in times of distress. for example if you feel afraid to share you can tell this part: it's okay to share, it's safe to share. if someone is unsafe to share with then i will share with someone else.

let your partner know that you'd like to incorporate a weekly talk to help you work on expressing yourself so you can love yourself and them in the best way possible. having weekly talk is a great starting point (in practicing sharing more fluidity and securely) because you have a set time to share anything you might need to (write it down during the week). you can set up the talk like: sharing appreciation for partner, sharing things that might've been hard for you, appreciation again. the appreciation serves as a nice bridge and it makes it something that you both look forward to as well. you can ask your partner if they would feel comfortable sharing in that format as well, but if not that's completely okay since ultimately it's for you 🧡

it's important to remind yourself too that it might seem silly from an intellectual perspective to have the emotional reactions you may sometimes have, but the part of you that is scared might actually be a child so having compassion and understanding for that is something you deserve and can achieve through practice 💗

it can be really confusing to not be able to count and rely on your feelings to show you what's healthy and what's not. it's very possible that when we have trauma that teaches us to be anxious in our close relationships that we do project that onto our relationships at times. feelings of doubt and even worry do not have to mean someone or something isn't right for you. when something is concerning you like this it's a good idea to get an outside opinion from someone who is safe and who cares about you and your well-being, and telling the events from a fact based perspective. with that said sometimes things are a big deal, and you're not always making them into a big deal. that is something that becomes clearer to distinguish the more whole that inner child becomes, the more trauma gets resolved and healed. when our trauma is healed it slowly stops coloring the way we see the world and we can see more clearly.

when you mention your partner becomes upset after you express your feelings what sort of upset is it? if its sad depending on the circumstances that might be natural, but if it's guilting or blaming or aggressive that is also not healthy.

let your partner know that you struggle with this, and that sometimes you hang up because you're afraid to talk about certain things and that it has nothing to do with them (if it doesn't), but is something you're currently working through. there is nothing wrong with you for feeling small sometimes, that's something everyone can experience, just make sure you let your partner know you struggle with it. if it's hard to speak that to them, you can write them a text or a letter and tell them it's easier to express yourself that way.

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[the--days]

Subclass Concept Challenge 3/112

Tillya Tannin, Lizardfolk Warlock (The Undead)

Backstory Summary [expanded version under cut]:

Long ago, a young witch was executed in the peat bogs outside a small town. In her dying moments, she attempted to save her life with magic, but only partially succeeded, becoming one of the undead.

Centuries later, a community of lizardfolk unearthed her mummy, bringing her back to the village to consult for arcane and historical knowledge. Tillya Tannin had a particularly close bond with the witch, acting as the go-between for her and the rest of the village, wielding her strange magic for the good of his fellows.

An older man, Tillya would have happily stayed as a simple witch's conduit for the rest of his days-- had the witch not discovered a group of newcomers in the swamp. They were, she claimed, the descendants of those villagers who had slain her long ago. And the witch wanted revenge.

Wanting the best for his undead friend- and wanting to protect his village from her anger- Tillya reluctantly agreed to undertake this mission, and set out from home for the first time in order to track down these strangers, and set the peat witch's mind at ease.

Background: Far Traveller

Traits:

I'm very practical (and, having befriended a bog mummy, not very squeamish). I have no qualms about getting messy, including when it comes to looting bodies or butchering monsters. Waste not, want not!

I'm used to my role as a leader back home, and am quick to offer help or advice to others-- whether they ask or not.

Bonds: I will sate my witch friend's thirst for vengeance with as little fuss as possible, and then return to the swamp.

Ideals: Protective. I take care of those younger, weaker, and less wise than me.

Flaws: I care far more for the happiness of me and mine than for any greater concepts of morality.

Skill Proficiencies: Insight, Perception, Survival, Nature, History, Arcana

Stat Spread (Highest to Lowest): CHA, WIS, INT, CON, STR, DEX

[This spread isn't optimized at all; you'd want CON way higher, and you'd probably want DEX higher, too, to best take advantage of that nice natural armour feature]

Expanded Backstory:

Centuries ago, a hedge witch and her apprentice were executed for their magic outside of a small town. They were buried in the swamp, where their bodies wouldn't pollute the hallowed grounds of the church.

In an effort to save herself, the young apprentice witch cast every spell in her arsenal- including some she hadn't mastered yet. Though she failed to save herself, the spells had some effect, and her body- preserved in the peat bog- remained animated, her soul still tied to it even as the mud buried her, and the years passed.

Centuries later, a community of lizardfolk moved into the swamp, and discovered the young witch's body- still very much undead. A pragmatic people, the lizardfolk realized they could use the hedge witch's knowledge and excavated her, moving her to their village to consult her on matters of the arcane.

The Witch had been made very strange by the centuries of isolation, and her short life had been lived in an age long, long before the lizardfolk's time; though the witch was friendly, and happy for company, she was hard to relate to, and an entire position emerged in the village dedicated only to consulting and understanding the witch of the peat.

Tillya Tannin was the latest of these; a conduit between the witch's wisdom and the rest of the village. Granted strange powers by the witch of the peat, he used her wisdom- and his magic- to aid his fellow lizardfolk, helping ease their often difficult lives.

Tillya came to be viewed as a wise, respected figure by his fellow lizardfolk, and was content with his life; connected with his swamp, his fellows, and even the witch of the peat. Even though she had lingered on the material plane for so long, the witch was a very young soul, and Tillya grew protective of the her, doing his best to guide her even as her arcane knowledge guided the lizardfolk.

But one day, strangers came to the swamp. The lizardfolk did as they usually would; hid, and watched, and hoped the strangers would leave without bringing trouble- or worse, adventurers- down on their community.

The witch had other ideas. These strangers, she claimed, were descended from the very people who had killed her and her mentor in ages past, and she wanted revenge. A childish creature, the witch had a temper, and was sometimes hard to reason with. She demanded that the lizardfolk help her, and refused to help them with magical matters until they did.

Concerned for his people- and the witch- Tillya reluctantly agreed to set out on this quest, tracking down the people who had killed (well, most of the way killed) his mummy. He only hopes he doesn't bring trouble down on his village in the process.

Progress:

1/9 Warlock Subclasses

3/112 Total Subclasses

3/40 Races

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

#Advice My friend asked for a break from RP so we've taken a break. We're into month 4 of this break. She likes one of our pairings and mentions them all the time, but the other one, which she was super into, she now isn't interested in. I mention them and she just says 'lol' or 'that's nice'. I've asked if she still likes the ship and she said yes, but she's really dismissive and it makes me feel bad for mentioning them. What should I do? How do I talk to her about this?

So, I want to start with saying that I think I understand how you're feeling, OP. I'm not a person who loses focus when I know what I want, and when I'm having fun getting there. However, I learned very quickly once I began roleplaying that I wasn't really 'the norm.' I watched as partners I loved moved from one fandom to another with the waxing and waning of their interests (or lost interest in RP entirely.)

What I suspect could be happening with your friend is that they're focusing on 'the ship of the week,' and I don't necessarily mean that in a bad way. I've got a partner I've been friends with for years. We have maybe a dozen different ships - which we both love - but sometimes that love isn't divided evenly where my friend is concerned - and that's okay. At first it bothered and confused me, because I usually want to focus on everything equally, but some people's brains don't work that way. It's easier for them to focus on one thing at a time.

Based on your ask, I really don't think your friend has stopped liking the other ship, it's just not where her brain is focused right now. For a lot of people, that's not really something they can help. Maybe your friend needed a change of pace? Or maybe something in her real life is unconsciously getting her to focus on one ship instead of the other? Maybe this new ship feels fresh while the old one feels stagnant? It's hard to say. And in all truthfulness, your friend might not know why she's doing it, either (or even realize she is.)

As for what you should do - well, my experience is that getting someone to re-focus isn't easy (or even possible, sometimes.) Be patient. And don't ever feel bad for bringing up the old ship or sharing posts that remind you of it (or the muses involved.) Doing that lets your friend know the ship is still in your thoughts, and that even if y'all aren't writing it right now, it's still special to you. Try not to be upset or angry at her for not being able to focus on both at the same time. As long as you're enjoying the current ship, too, try to focus on sharing your friend's excitement over it.

You might also try offering up some new ideas for the old ship - something to rekindle interest, maybe? AUs (if y'all enjoy them) or a time skip to somewhere else in the plotted storyline. You could also propose 'what if' scenarios - either for an actual RP, or just for discussion. 'What if your muse had done this instead of this?' for example. Or 'What if our muses had met at this point in time instead of that one?' Stuff like that. Get your friend thinking about the old ship and the muses involved in new ways.

Because one of my main friends/partners does this all the time, I confess to being 'used to it.' Because we have so many ships I love, I don't mind when the focus leaps around. So from my perspective, I'm not sure this is something you need to have 'a talk' with your friend about. However, if I did ever decide to talk to my friend about this subject, it would probably go something like this:

Hey, so I know we have these awesome ships, and you know I love them equally, but I've really been in the mood lately to write our first ship. Would you mind if we focused on them today? We can talk plots and where we want things to go next or whatever sounds good. How do you feel about maybe time-skipping to that next scene we've both been excited for?

That's a bit roughly laid out, but hopefully it will give you an idea of what you could say, OP. You also don't have to say 'today.' You could say 'sometime this week' or specify a day you know you're both available - something like that.

I know this ask is old, but if there's anything else I can do to help, you're more than welcome to contact COAR again. And maybe our followers will have more to add, or experiences of their own to share with you. I hope everything works out, OP.

~ Mod MJ ~

[emeraldeyes23]

Fictober/Fantober2020 -

Day 22 - Soulmates

Edit: If you want to know if Eiji and Ash meet and who couldn’t help but meddle into their affairs, read my story on AO3. I lost control over this story, so the text is far too long for a Tumblr post🙈🙂 You’ll find the link is at the end.

An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle. But it will never break. Eiji had grown up with this saying. In his world, everyone had a soulmate. All his classmates had one, his parents and his sister. Most people had a soulmate that didn't live far away, and they could communicate telepathically, just by sending thoughts or feelings to each other. They also heard if the other one was injured or scared, overjoyed or happy if the emotions intensified. Now that he was going to school, he wondered why he couldn't communicate with his soul mate. His parents had tried to explain that a soul mate's bond was easier to connect to if both people sharing the bond lived next to each other. If his soul mate lived far away, maybe in another country, the bond was still there, but it was impossible to communicate telepathically. But you still noticed your soul mate's presence and could send emotions through the bond. Your soulmate was always present, like a little humming sound in the background. Eiji hadn't believed his parents. He felt the presence of his soulmate, but it was faint, and he felt lonely because all the people around him could communicate with their soul mate, and they were best friends that shared everything. So Eiji often dreamed of meeting his soul mate and was convinced he would meet him one day. One night, he woke up screaming. Tears streamed down his face while fear, panic and pain surged through him, making his whole body tremble while tears flowed down his face without knowing the reason. After a moment, he realized that those horrible and intense emotions were coming from his soulmate. He was scared to death and was suffering so much that it affected him as well. Eiji felt that he was injured. The emotions were so intense that Eiji could feel the injuries and the pain on his body as well. Eiji felt the raw pain as if it were his own. It was nearly unbearable, and he wondered how much more his soulmate had to suffer. He curled up in a ball and hugged himself while he cried, and his whole body shook from that horrible experience. His soulmate's emotions were so intense, they overwhelmed him, and he couldn't control them.  All he could do was cry himself to sleep. His parents didn't know what to do, either. In their country, people lived peaceful lives, and a soulmate that experienced traumatic events or physical pain was rare except for minor injuries or accidents. So their doctor had no advice either about how to handle this unique situation. His parents always ran to him and hugged him, assuring him they were by his side until he had calmed down. But at that point, he woke up screaming every night, and his parents grew worried. One day, his mom asked him what he wanted to do. She assured him that if he could control the bond, he could also influence the emotions that came through to him from his soul mate's side. He also told him of the possibility to block his soul mate's emotions so that he wouldn't feel them anymore. "No, I'll never do that!", Eiji exclaimed angrily. "My soulmate is suffering. I can't just block him when he goes through so much pain! I want to be there for him. What can I do to help him? To show him that he isn't alone?", he asked her desperately while tears streamed down his face. His mom gently stroked his hair and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "You're a good boy, Eiji. It's only natural that you want to help your soulmate. But please be careful. If emotions get too strong, they can affect you and your mental or physical health as well.", she explained to him while she looked at him with concern in her brown eyes. "I can show you how to control emotions. Then, they wouldn't affect you this much." When Eiji glared at his mom, she clarified it to him. "If you're overwhelmed by his emotions, you can't help your soul mate. If you can control your bond, you can also control how much his emotions affect you personally. If you manage to do that, you can help your soulmate better

Eiji smiled happily at that. "Then, I'll try!" "If you want to help your soul mate, try sending emotions to him. He'll always notice them. If he's suffering, intensify the feelings you're sending to him. Try to send calming and soothing emotions to him. They will help your soul mate even if he doesn't respond. You'll probably notice through the bond how he calms down or relaxes a bit, or falls asleep again. Eiji nodded, wiping away his tears. "Thank you, mom. I'll try that next time." "Your soulmate is lucky to have someone as kindhearted as you, Eiji. I'm sure he can feel your love, warmth and comfort through the bond." _________________________ Seven years later Eiji had just landed in New York a couple of hours ago. Now, he was busy cleaning his new apartment whole humming to himself cheerfully. After his pole vaulting accident, Ibe had offered him a job as his assistant in New York while finishing his degree in photography there. What are you so happy about? Eiji was so shocked; he dropped the cup of coffee he had been holding, spilling the contents everywhere. Eiji sighed in frustration but was more interested in the question that had resonated through the bond. That question had been transmitted through telepathy. How could that be? They couldn't communicate telepathically. But, now, he also noticed that their bond was stronger than before. He could feel more than a soft humming sound coming through the bond. He felt the emotions of his soulmate more clearly now. "What? How is that possible? I could never talk to you before!", Eiji exclaimed in pure surprise. 'Sorry for scaring you. It's possible because you're closer to me now; I can feel it. Did you move somewhere else recently?' "Uh, yes, I moved to the US. In fact, I've just arrived today.", Eiji explained to him. 'Then, it makes sense that our bond is stronger now. Because I'm American.' After a little pause, he continued, but Eiji could feel his amusement coming through the bond. 'You do realize that you don't have to say everything out loud when talking to me, right?' 'Oh, sorry. I was too excited to realize that. I've always wanted to talk to you. What's your name?" 'Ash. What about you? Where are you from? And how old are you?' 'I'm Eiji, and I'm 19. I'm from Japan. What about you?' 'I'm 17. Where exactly did you move to in the US?' 'New York City.' 'Wow, it's a small world. I live in NYC.' 'You do?', Eiji exclaimed overjoyed. "Does that mean you can show me around? That I can meet you? What do you look like? I've always wanted to meet you!" "You did?", Ash exclaimed in surprise. "After all I've done to you? Don't you hate me?", Ash asked him, this time aloud. Eiji felt his devastating sadness through the bond. "What are you talking about? How could I ever hate my soulmate?', Eiji replied in surprise. "I don't know what happened to you, but the people hurting you are responsible, never you." 'I just wished that I could have done more for you. I wanted to hug you and wipe your tears away. And punch the person who did that to you! I felt so powerless... 'Thanks. You really mean that. I can feel it through the bond. But I don't think I can meet you yet. I'm sorry. I have difficulties trusting people. You'll probably be disappointed in me anyway. I lead a dangerous and violent life on the streets. I don't want to drag you into this. You sound as if you have led a peaceful life in a nice neighborhood.' 'It's fine. I wanted to meet you, but it doesn't have to be now. I'll stay here for a year, at least. So, we can always meet later. But I'd love to talk to you more. I really enjoyed it.' 'Thank you for being so understanding. I'd like that. I enjoyed talking to you, too. I have to go now. Talk to you later. Welcome to New York. If you need some tips about New York, ask me anytime. I know some great places that aren't in any tourist guide.' 'Great! Thank you. Talk to you later.'       Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26757259/chapters/66844921#workskin