#(even when attempting to do the right thing; i imagine it'll bring up a lot of ideological fights between them)
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sageofthestrange · 1 year ago
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bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /[your muse] is the good influence  /[your muse] is the bad influence  /[my muse] is the good influence  /[my muse] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other
ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /[your muse is mines] childhood crush  /[my muse is yours] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [from your muses side]/  unrequited [from my muses side]/  unrequited [from both sides]/  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]/  soulmates  [ literal ]/  awkward  /  turning toxic (only in Godhood Path)  /  toxic love (only in Godhood Path)  /  cheating [on your muse]/  cheating [with your muse]/  other
FAMILIAL.     siblings [half]/  siblings [step]/[my muse] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /[my muse] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /[my muse] is a parental figure to yours  /[my muse] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /[your muse] is taken under mines wing  /[my muse] is taken under yours wing  /  other
ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 
#wizofwaterdeep#ANSWERED.#(hoo boy. Gale. Gale is a complex one regarding Valerya and the companions)#(because a good part of me is debating on her stance with choosing Godhood or staying as he is now and moving past Mystra)#(since she herself is trying to escape her illness with partial ceremorphosis and becomes lost in her wonder and desire to know all on it)#(it's almost morbid; and that morbid curiosity would definitely spur itself open with the Karsite Weave and whatnot)#(beyond that though; a lot of this is back & forth as you can tell but i do overall see them as very deeply intertwined people in some way)#(not just both of them being wizards but in a way; both of them are chronically and terminally ill)#(she's more than willing to always give him magical items in Act 1; likely knowing more than anyone save for Gale on how precious those are#(she likes how good-natured he is and how much he loves to just... talk. and share his mind)#(Valeryana was never able to do much of that even in the academy; so much distrust and ambition is woven into drow society)#(you can't trust anyone. yet gale is one of similar mind and accomplishment; separated from those burdensome paranoias)#(i can see her having long talks beneath the stars as friends or lovers; sipping on a glass of wine and philosophizing)#(of course; it isn't all sunshine; she's far more harsh than him overall and tries to balance it with her want to still end up positively)#(i think he'll see her desire to do the right thing and also see why she's like that; she was raised to be nothing BUT brutal)#(even when attempting to do the right thing; i imagine it'll bring up a lot of ideological fights between them)#(but the both of them learn from one another as a result)#(he teaches her it's okay to be openly kind and vulnerable. not everyone will try and use that kindness against you)#(she teaches him that it's never a sin to advocate for yourself. even and ESPECIALLY against those you admired and loved)#(which can twist and appear in a lot of ways for both of them)#(I'LL STOP HERE BUT. Gale And Valeryana Would Likely Be Quite A Time)#(thank you for the ask!! i'm curious to see yours for valeryana in turn :eyes:)
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yanderes-galore · 11 days ago
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I was thinking, maybe romantic Yandere Dabi from MHA with these prompts: "I'd burn this world and everything in it for you.", "You're stuck with me, like it or not.", and "So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"? I could imagine something that starts with a hostage situation and turns into an obsession? But it's really up to you.
I can make it so he's had a thing for you beforehand then decided to use a hostage situation to act on it? Hopefully this works. I apologize for the bad plot, I found out I can't write Dabi's character right....
Yandere! Dabi Prompts 1, 57, 13
"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you."
"You're stuck with me, like it or not."
"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!"
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Possessive behavior, Abduction/Kidnapping, Mass murder, Violence, Arson, Sadism, Forced "relationship".
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Dabi usually never bothered with taking interest in civilians.
He trusts no one already, it's not like he wants to form any connection with anyone. He hates society praising heroes for their falsehoods. The only thing he really concerns himself with is toppling such a society.
Although, It seems even he can admire pretty little things.
Dabi's feelings for you are more like... fascination. The villain views you intriguing to watch. Especially when you first met.
Dabi first met you during a hostage situation the League of Villains set up. He was meant to keep a group of civilians under control to drive out some heroes. This was when Dabi caught sight of you...
The fear on your face was such an intoxicating look.
Unfortunately, Dabi didn't get much time with you before the heroes came in. The most he got to do was toy with you, keeping close to you while he toys with a flame between his fingers. Poor you looked like you wanted to cry...
He'd kill to see that look again...
He'd kill a lot.
Dabi wanted to keep you. He wanted to keep you with him to toy with just a bit more. Although, even he knows when to retreat when heroes get to be too much.
Since then you have been his biggest fixation. He just kept thinking about how he wanted to corner you again.... Perhaps next time he can even brand you. The idea of seeing those tears again...
It's a euphoric feeling... he craves it.
It was only a matter of time before Dabi got his hands on you again. Since that one day, he's been tracking you like a hound. He finds it amusing, him, obsessive over one measly civilian?
It sounds so strange... Yet he's addicted to the power.
The power that his father never recognized.
When you meet Dabi again, it's in a flash fire of blue flames. Dabi has always been a fan of chaos. It catches attention...
Especially yours... trapped in a pretty sea of flames.
"Isn't it beautiful, sweetheart?" A raspy voice purrs behind you as you hear footsteps behind you. The area that was once seemingly the building you worked at was quickly consumed by blue flames. In the middle of it sat you... and the villain you had met during the League's hostage situation.
You try to back away and run... yet blue flames lap at your feet, forcing you closer to the villain. Dabi can't help but grin at you being trapped with him. This was what he's been wanting...
He wanted more time to toy with his new doll.
Your attempts to run were even more amusing.
"Trying to run, huh?" Dabi muses, stepping closer into the only safe haven from the flames. The blue fire burns in a large circle around you both... like an arena. Even though if you tried fighting, you would surely lose....
"I've been waiting for this, you know that? I've been wanting to play with you since I first saw you... and now you have to." Dabi chuckles, a delighted glint in his eyes as he watches you tremble, weakened by the heat and the chaos he's caused.
"The heroes will just put a stop to this again...." You try to sound intimidating, but Dabi only cackles... he looks like a demon in those flames.
"The heroes?" Dabi scoffs. "You're really going to rely on them again, is that it? You think they're gonna save you? Not this time."
Dabi stalks closer, making you tense. He's so close now and the heat from the flames nearly scorches your skin. It's so hot to the point it almost feels... cold.
"I'd burn this world and everything in it for you." Dabi admits with a chilling grins, so close he could almost touch you if he wanted. However... it seemed he was prolonging this little game of his.
"It's torture, really, you have no idea how much you've been affecting me, do you?" Dabi sighs, blue eyes staring into you with both disdain... and fascination. "Everyone else could turn to ash for all I care. But you? No, you have to be so special for some damn reason...."
You feel his hand grip your chin, even that grip burning as he tilts your head up. He looks at you as though he's studying you. For a moment you can see a dark obsessive look in his eyes.
He can't seem to get enough of you.
"Do you know how many people I've burned just to get you alone?" Dabi confesses, watching as your face pales despite the blistering heat. "I've killed for you, know that? I don't do that for just anyone. I only care about myself, I only burn others for myself... but you... I feel like I have to kill to have you."
You feel Dabi grip your shoulders to pull you closer. Your body comes into contact with his scarred one. You bite back a fearful sob as Dabi forces you to continue watching him. He then chuckles like he thought of a funny joke... when in reality he's thinking of the people who burned up in his flames seemingly minutes prior.
"So what if a few people have to die? It'll only bring us closer!" Dabi laughs, his grip almost as suffocating as the smoke in the room. "They don't matter like you do. They're simply fuel for my hate, my desire, and my flames. Did you hear their screams, sweetheart? I certainly did..."
Dabi sees you begin to cry and he relishes in it. It's such an adorable sight to him. This is what he fantasized about...
This is what he loved.
"Did you know the people here, babe? Were they people you worked with?" Dabi teases, enjoying your helpless state. "I never liked them... Buncha nobodies... Always mingling with you like you were mine to begin with...."
You feel Dabi lean closer to you, as if trying to get a better look at you. You cough and sputter at the smoke in the building, the black plume thickening by the minute. Dabi scoffs... realizing that heroes will certainly become a problem very soon.
"This won't be the last time...." Dabi murmurs, watching you squeal when he picks you up. "I'm going to keep killing for you... I'm going to make you realize that I'm all you have."
You squirm in his arms, him holding your legs as he cages you against his chest. Your attempts to leave him are amusing as he begins to walk out the burning building. He's got what he's come for...
Let the heroes clean it up.
"Struggling is no use, doll." Dabi taunts, grinning when you glare at him. "You and I are going to have a lot of fun..."
Dabi then leans close, teasingly kissing your tears as you squirm.
"You're stuck with me now, like it or not."
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mageofseven · 1 year ago
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The UnDateables' version!
@libraryofua here's the other half of your ask~
Oh! Soli's part gets a bit...idk? Basically, they are just starting to initiate the whole lovemaking process. There's no smut though! It was interrupt lol but just a warning so you guys know~
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Diavolo:
MC stepped into her boyfriend's office just to see Dia trying to balance his pen on his nose.
He was supposed to be doing his work, but obviously the man was losing his focus.
At least she wasn't what was impeding on his work.
Dia dropped the pen and smiled as soon as he saw her.
"My Queen! What can I do for you, love?"
Face red a little red, the human continued over to his desk and sat in his lap.
The prince happily wrapped his arms around her and gave her a kiss.
"So...I learned something that might help us." She told him, watching the man raise an eyebrow. "I mean, I read something recently; apparently it's said that fertility doctors encourage men to not wear briefs when trying to conceive with their partners..."
"Why is that?" The prince asked, eyebrows still up.
"I guess it makes it too hot to...make a lot of sperm, I guess?"
Diavolo knew why she was bringing it up. The couple has been trying for a while now, even had one or two false positives.
The two desperately wanted to be parents so this whole situation was very upsetting for them.
Dia smiled and kissed his girlfriend once more.
"Alright, my Queen. I'll switch to different underwear for a while and we can see how it goes for us."
MC leaned in closer and hid her face in his chest.
"You think it'll actually happen for us?" The woman asked softly. "Will we ever get to have a baby?"
Dia kissed her head and rubbed her back.
"I know we will, sweetheart." He whispered in her ear. "It'll take some time, but we'll get there and you'll be the very best mother."
Barbatos:
His girlfriend was hanging around the castle with him like she did most days; Barb was on the clock 24/7 though he occasionally took time off to take his Pet out on proper dates.
Still, his work was his life and MC always respected that, hence why she met him the middle and joined him as he worked.
Barb didn't mind it one bit and enjoyed her company; Diavolo had no qualms about it either and was always excited when MC would join them at the castle. The two even had tea together most days and talked during his breaks.
Today, however, his love seemed so distracted, even a bit distressed despite her best attempts at concealing it.
Nothing can be hid from Barbatos though, especially the emotions of the woman he loved so very dearly.
"Feeling down, my dear?"
"I...yeah." She mumbled. "It's been a bad couple days..."
Barb turned off the stove and turned to his girlfriend, giving the human his undivided attention.
"Has something happen, dear?" He asked. "Or has something been on your mind?"
"Yeah...you could say that." She mumbled. "Something keeps coming to my mind."
"And what is that, love?"
MC turned from her boyfriend and crossed her arms in a self-soothing gesture.
"I...I heard that men who were briefs are less likely to conceive with their partners." A blush creeped across her cheeks. "Do...do you think there's any truth to that?"
Barb raised an eyebrow.
"I cannot imagine such method to be a reliable source of birth control, but I suppose it could make things more difficult for those who want children." He watched his girlfriend carefully. "What brought this to mind?"
MC lowered her arms down to her stomach, almost protectively.
Barb's eyes widen at this action, his intuition tingling.
"I...I missed my period," The woman still refused to look at her boyfriend. "And I've been feeling so sick lately, I--"
Barb stepped forward and laid a gloved hand to the woman's face, gently guiding her to face him.
"We will have a doctor check over you immediately."
Barb didn't want kids. He liked them and enjoyed being around, but never wanted any of his own.
With his job being as time consuming as it was, it just didn't feel right to have a child that he had very little time to spend with.
Even more importantly, he worried about the potential child inheriting his future vision; it was genetic and, when not properly taught to control it, can be a torturous curse to give a person...especially a helpless child
But if his love was carrying his child, he'll do everything he can for them both.
Still, he hoped she was not. He hoped it was just stress causing her missing period and nasea; he hope the reason was something easy for him to fix
Because he didn't want to watch his girlfriend and child suffer because of him.
Solomon:
The two were in the middle of starting their intimate time when Soli noticed his girlfriend just mentally checked out and was staring at his boxers.
"Little minx?" The man laughed it off before taking her chin between his thumb and pointer finger, gently lifting her face to meet his.
MC's face was bright red; she hid herself in her boyfriend's bare chest.
He chuckled.
"Your mind definitely went somewhere." He teased. "What were you thinking about?"
The woman squirmed against his chest, nervous.
Solomon wrapped his arms around them, hugging the suddenly overwhelmed woman close and kissing the top of her head.
"I won't be able to to help if you don't tell me, little minx." He cajoled softly.
"I-I heard..."
"Yes?" He pressed kiss to her neck, causing the woman to make a cute sound against his chest.
"I heard...that men who wear boxers...they can get their girlfriend's pregnant easier."
"If you are worried about this because of my underwear choice, I can use a birth control rune on you."
"No!" Her head shot up so she could meet his eyes. "Please don't!"
Solomon raised his eyebrows. What has gotten into his little Minx
"S-Soli," She squirmed nervously, eyes practically begging him. "I want a baby. Please. Please make me a mommy."
Solomon pursed his lips.
This...this was not a decision to be making when they're both in the mood and trying to do the very activity that could cause a child.
This is a new life his girlfriend wanted to make after all, something they had to take seriously and really think about.
Solomon, in truth, was indifferent towards kids. He liked Luke very much and saw the small boy as his friend, a brother even, but before him...well, it's been thousands of years since he had anything to do with children, or at least he assumed such.
This man has very little memory from before he became an immortal so it was mostly his intuition telling him that he was once around children for some reason.
If his little minx truly wanted a child...he would consider it.
Now is not the time though. Trying for a baby now would just be impulsive.
Solomon believed children were a serious life change that people take for granted.
Some people just assume that they have to have kids, that it's just a milestone you have to hit in your life
And not truly think about if they are ready for such a step, resulting in the quality of their child's life suffering.
If Solomon has a child with this amazing woman...it's only going to be when they are both ready so they can give this baby the best life possible.
He told his little minx these very thoughts, causing her to deflate.
Soli kissed her, a kiss so sweet and so hungry.
"You would be an amazing mother, my little minx." He told her. "However, it'd be better to wait and discuss this properly."
To MC's disappointed, they used the rune on her to keep her from becoming pregnant, but he worshipped every part of her during their lovemaking as an apology
And the next day, the two had a serious talk about their future, one that sent butterflies through her stomach
And prepared her for a real being to occupy the space.
Simeon:
Simeon had recently switched from briefs to boxers at his Feather's request.
Why his girlfriend was so interested in his underwear, the man didn't know, but he loved that sparkle in her eyes when he agreed to the change.
He never did ask her about it at the time why she wanted him to change them so badly, but over the next week, his curiosity started the get the better of him and so he asked the human
Whose face went as red as a tomato.
"My Feather?" Simeon raised his eyebrows, surprised at her reaction.
"I...I..." The woman was at a loss for words and looked...sad? Was this really such a difficult topic for her?
The angel suddenly felt guilty for asking.
"MC, you don't have to answer; it's alright, my lamb." He pulled her to him for a hug, leading to MC shaking her head against his chest.
"No, no, I...we need to communicate." She insisted, but still sounded anxious.
The human pulled back to look up to his eyes.
"I...I heard that men who wear boxers have an easier time getting their girlfriends pregnant." She told him before quickly adding. "I-I know thats not an option for us! I know we can't! I just..."
The woman started crying into her boyfriend's chest. Simeon held onto her tightly and stroked her hair.
The two could never be parents. MC can never be a mother and have his child, though Simeon knew she'd be the most amazing mother.
Angels can't procreate; that's what he was always told. He can't give her the child she desperately wanted.
Not to mention their relationship being taboo and having to be kept a secret. Only Solomon knew about it and that was only because the sorcerer was too observant for the couple's own good.
Even if Simeon could give her a baby, one she craved so desperately and more than deserved, it would just complicate things and make it even more difficult for the two stay together.
God, this made the angel so guilty, seeing the woman he loved more than his own soul cry, actively mourning her empty womb and childless arms.
MC essentially wanted him to wear boxers because it became something comforting to her, an element that helped her imagine, to dream of the baby she wanted them to have so desperately.
Simeon couldn't give his girlfriend the child she deserved, but if him wearing boxers gives his Feather even the slightest bit of comfort to her beautiful heart...he'll wear them till the end of his existence if he must.
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liliths-missing-pen · 2 years ago
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Idia With Yuu Who Wants To Learn How to Program Games
Not gonna lie this is a very self indulgent piece because my computer programming class is making me want to code but I also want to write 💀 This is my compromise here.
Notes/Warnings: Reader is Yuu, I am in the English server and wish to not know what happens in Book 6 till it comes out so artistic liberties will be taken. Also, Idia might seem a little ooc but when checking the wiki it says he gets excited and talkative when stuff he likes gets brought up so I took it and ran with it. Enjoy!
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Before you came to Twisted Wonderland you already known how to code. Mostly just from camps that your family made you do or just out of general interest. Nonetheless you only knew the minimal to basic things, like HTML, CSS, a little bit of Javascript and Python as well C++. So to say the least there wasn’t that much you could do especially as a beginner. You’ve always seen video games or visual novels and wished you’d be able to do something like that one day but yet, you never got around to polishing skills or making yourself actually do anything to get yourself to that goal.
Jump skip to know that you are in Twisted Wonderland. You didn’t know much about this world at all, lots of things were different than your own world. The way things were done, school expectations, slang, magic. So to say, you just expected that anything you knew would be just thrown out the window one way or another. Once you met Idia though you felt more secure in your knowledge. Idia was someone who you can imagine to be the most normal in your world. He was one of those kids in your class at the back of the room, typically not speaking to anyone unless prompted. Now you may wonder, “How did the Ramshackle prefect become associated with the shut-in hermit?” Well like any other instance, Ortho.
Ortho was extremely persistent that once you expressed interest or made an off-handed comment that you knew some code and loved visual novel games, you should meet his brother. Honestly, the issue wasn’t to convince you, it was Idia that needed convincing.
Since it wasn't Idia who invited you to his dorm, he was flipping out when Ortho told him to expect you. He's heard about the notorious Ramshackle prefect who dealt with Overbolts even though they're magicless. He couldn't lie and say that he wasn't interested in you though. Not everyone was able to do that. He just wasn't sure if he could do this right now.
Once you did arrive, Ortho carried most of the conversation. Idia was trying his best to try to make conversation as well but he couldn't bring himself. It was hard to talk to a normie okay?!
Well, that's what he kept thinking after each of his failed attempts. Ortho knew what to do though, he knew his brother would have issues so he hacked into your Magicam account to learn more about you till he ran upon all the gaming and anime accounts you followed. He put to and to together and this was Ortho's plan to make you two talk normally. Once he mentioned a game he knew both you and Idia played it was the start of something great.
Idia's attitude towards you changed completely once you talked about video games and anything else he was into. Which dragged into how the game was coded and whatnot. Once you mentioned how you wanted to program your own game and your vision he was just like an over-excited child he ushered you over to his game, asking how much you knew about code and how fun it would be to create a game.
But basically, once he dragged you in it'll be very hard to leave. Your whole friendship with Idia from then on was built on the game y'all were creating together, anime and gaming. Not that you'd complain it was very to have Idia around. Just that you'd always have to start up the conversion since Idia will always second guess himself
Even once you two finish creating your game Idia would still keep you around. He'd even start being the one to invite you instead of just showing up! After helping you learn and sharpen your skills in programming by working on a game together, you'd start to help him out too! If you know anything about programming, especially C++ you know how picky it is with its writing. Whilst he's off typing quickly you start to point out to him certain things he's missing, like a semicolon on something that'll screw the whole code up.
Wholeheartedly once you make friends with Idiai from one of his special interests it's going to be hard to pull him away from you <3
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bi-bard · 2 years ago
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There's So Much I Wanna Tell You, But I Don't Know If It'll Fit - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us]
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Title: There's So Much I Wanna Tell You, But I Don't Know If It'll Fit
Pairing: Pre-Outbreak!Joel Miller X Reader
Word Count: 1,177 words
Warning(s): none that I know of
Summary: [Inspired by "Sunday Crossword" by J. Maya] Joel and (Y/n) attempt to maintain a boundary between them. However, their feelings grow regardless of what they want and they're left questioning if that boundary was set out of respect or out of fear.
Author's Note: I'm working on the next part of this OC, but I wanted to write something simple and cute.
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There was a period of time when I was convinced that I was happier before I met Joel.
It felt like there was a lot less stress then.
It wasn't that Joel didn't treat me well. He did. Very well. But that on its own was a problem.
Joel and I had been going on casual dates for a while. Coffee or lunch together, we'd meet for a movie or a drink, we'd go for walks together. It was all very... safe.
Joel never stayed the night at my house. I had never even been to his. We never used any kind of label for what we were. We were seeing each other, we were exclusive, but calling ourselves seemed careless. In all honesty, it felt like I was in high school all over again.
I always understood Joel's hesitance. He had a daughter. I had never heard a dad talk so much about how proud they were of their kid. He saw her as nothing less than the sun. I could just see it. Bringing anyone new into his life had to be done with caution because they would become a part of her life too. I respected that.
But that didn't change my growing feelings for him. I couldn't count the number of times that I had to physically bite my tongue to keep myself from saying that I loved him.
It was awful.
The dynamic that I had with Joel was something that I had imagined having. Sweet and loving and funny. It was almost perfect.
And yet, I couldn't say the one thing that I wanted to say most.
I didn't think that I ever would get that chance.
Until we went to the movies one night.
I had mentioned to Joel that there was a horror movie coming out that I had wanted to go see. He offered to go with me one weekend while Sarah was over at a friend's house.
"'28 Days Later,'" Joel read off the ticket as we waited at concessions. "Never heard of it."
"It's set in London after some kind of illness has set in and turned the people into monsters driven by pure rage," I explained.
"I see... social commentary?"
"Shut up," I replied, chuckling at him. "You'll like it. I think. If you don't... I'll pay for dinner next time."
"You've got yourself a deal," he grinned at me. I nodded.
There was a moment before I spoke up again, "Thank you for this, by the way."
"You've got nothing to thank me for," he muttered before leaning over to kiss the side of my head. I felt myself bite my tongue as he leaned back. It was an instinct now.
Despite all of the hesitation, moments like these were the best.
Or they usually were.
When Joel leaned back, I saw him look past me and his face dropped. I furrowed my eyebrows and turned around, looking for someone who was looking at us.
"Joel," I said once I didn't see anyone. "What's going on?"
"My daughter's here," he replied.
"Really," I asked.
He nodded.
"You said that she was at a friend's house."
"Because I thought she was," he explained. "I didn't know they had plans to come see a movie."
I chuckled.
"What?"
"You're acting like a teenager getting caught by their parents," I shrugged. "I'm not sneaking into your room so we can make out. We're two adults on a date."
"I just... I wanted to plan this better."
"I know," I nodded. "But the universe doesn't really give a shit what you plan."
"Yeah... you're right."
A new voice joined the conversation, "Dad?"
"Here we go," he muttered before looking at his daughter. "Hey... what are you doing here?"
"Could ask you the same question," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I'm here to see a movie," he said. "With a friend."
I waved. "I'm (Y/n)."
Sarah looked back and forth between us for a few moments. "Are you guys on a date?"
I tried to hide the shocked laugh that wanted to escape me. I looked over at Joel, who didn't look away from her.
"Yeah... we are," Joel admitted. "We have been for a little while now."
"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you didn't have that many friends to be meeting that often."
"Hey!" he replied.
"Anyway," she turned to me. "It's nice to meet you. I have to get back to my friends."
I nodded. "Have fun. It was nice meeting you too."
I turned back to Joel, who was very clearly tense. Again, he looked like a teenager getting caught by his parents.
"Hey," I touched his arm. "That went about as well as could be expected."
"Yeah, yeah... you're right."
"I often am."
"Alright," he mumbled. "Come on. Line's moving."
I just chuckled to myself before continuing to walk forward.
We stayed pretty much silent until we got into the theater. We were early, mostly because of my insistence. We found our spots, waiting for the rest to fill up and for the film to start.
I felt my mind starting to wander. The thing that Joel was most worried about was his daughter. But now, I've met her. We seemed to be fine with each other, even though it had only been a few moments. So... that should be at least somewhat resolved. Right?
I didn't need to hesitate anymore, right?
"You alright?"
I looked over at Joel when he spoke up.
"You're not already scared enough to leave, are you?"
"Shut up," I nudged him. "It's nothing. I'm fine."
He raised an eyebrow at me.
"I just... I need to say something and I don't know how you're gonna respond to it," I said. "It's... It's nothing bad. I don't think so, at least."
"Then I probably won't think so either," he replied. "Come on... tell me."
I took a deep breath before speaking up. "Joel... I love you."
There was a long pause. One where we were just looking at each other and not a single word was spoken. I felt a sense of dread in my stomach. I wanted to go hide in a hole somewhere. I had overstepped. I had been so careful and I still fucked it up. And now I was gonna lose the best thing that I had ever had.
I was ready to push myself out of my seat and leave him there. "I'm sorry-"
"Hey," Joel grabbed my hand. "I... I love you."
"Really?"
"Yeah... I just... I didn't want to rush you into something."
"Oh," I muttered. "That's why I didn't say anything."
"A pair of geniuses here, aren't we," he chuckled, relaxing a bit more into his seat.
"Yeah, guess so.
I leaned over and hesitantly rested my head on his shoulder. I only truly relaxed when I heard a quiet hum come from Joel as he did so.
I grinned to myself.
And just like that, the best thing I had ever had became even better.
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Author's Note: For just a dash of additional heartbreak, the U.S release of 28 Days Later was in June of 2003, so this all happened and then Joel and (Y/n) got like three months together before the world went to shit.
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therealvinelle · 2 years ago
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I think Stephanie Meyer is definitely underselling modern weapons technology
We've developed missiles that move faster than the speed of sound, guidance technology that allows missile to home in on fast moving targets, and incendiary weapons that set the air on fire or even burn without consuming ambient oxygen or cover their targets with burning, hard-to-extinguish fuel that sticks to hair, clothes, skin, and pretty much everything else. Not very good when you have gasoline for blood
Small arms fire may not stand up to vampires but a 30mm autocannon loaded with HEIAP rounds that can turn a tank to swiss cheese might give them pause and we have thousands of them
And even if we had to bring nukes into the equation, we wouldn't need to destroy the planet as tactical nukes exist. If a vampire is caught within 600m of the epicenter of a 1KT detonation they're fried instantly as the fireball can burn at millions of degrees Fahrenheit. They're not outrunning that heat, especially if caught by surprise
And that's just the weapons that we made to kill each other, given enough time it's likely humanity could create some pretty potent anti-vampire weaponry.
The world vampire population is likely in the low thousands if that much and they'd have to face down shy of 8 billion people. They'd be outnumbered millions to one and even the most powerful abilities we've seen can
If humanity in the Twilight universe found out about vampires, there are few scenarios that end with the extinction of humanity
I'm not convinced humans could defeat vampires, sorry.
Assuming you're right and we have weaponry that could work against them, the effective deployment of human weaponry against vampires still requires the humans knowing what they're up against. They would have no idea, and developing anti-vampire weaponry requires vampire test subjects, time, and a chain of supply, all of which will be difficult if not impossible to obtain or ensure in a vampires vs. humans situation. Deploying the kind of weaponry that you describe domestically, where it'll kill far more citizens than vampires, is not a decision any government would take lightly. Imagine, if you will, how Americans would respond if the President ordered a hit on US soil.
Mostly, though, an attempt at effective anti-vampire combat would require an organized response, which COVID-19 proved humanity isn't actually capable of. You'd have some governments denying they even have vampires while other governments made it a political issue, "Stupid liberals can't take away my freedom to be eaten by stone people!", and then again the governments trying to react appropriately but what, exactly, is the appropriate action?
You'd have vampire rights groups cropping up, "These people are all teenagers who have been through immense trauma! Think of all we can learn from them! We need to reintroduce them to society!", capitalists looking for ways to profit, "Vampires never need to sleep, you say? They have super powers and perfect recall, you say? And all I'll need to pay my new workforce is blood?", and so on.
I think, in the scenario where vampirekind becomes known, you'll have a lot of things but you won't have a coordinated and effective military response.
(And even then- you clearly know a lot more about military technology than I do, but Twilight vampires are so very OP, and every so often they'll pull stunts that defy the laws of physics. Bella can hear things like a squirrel's heartbeat hundreds of yards away, when the sound waves are nowhere near her. They can run through a thick forest without crashing into anything, deftly stopping and running around all obstacles, which completely defies all known laws of physics. They can run across snow without leaving footprints. Even if HEIAP round should logically work on them, I wouldn't bet on it.)
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anonymousbeefriendfanfics · 3 years ago
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Casimir with a Talkative MC
Fandom: Monster Manor
Characters: Casimir
Warnings: None!
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: I'm so excited to see you taking monster mansion asks hardly anyone seems to be paying it any attention! Could you do headcanons on how Casimir would reactor to an MC who will just chatter away, sometimes to him but mostly to themselves with really obscure/unusual topics?
Comments: Of course! I love this so much! I just randomly started thinking about this earlier today, so I thought it would be a good one to kickstart my new attempt at formatting! What do you guys think? Better than just answering asks??
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I think Casimir is an ambivert, maybe bordering a little on extrovert. He's perfectly fine on his own, and he enjoys spending time alone for his hobbies because it's peaceful. But, given the option, I think he'd prefer to be around people. Specifically, around you.
He's been alone for a long time, so at first I imagine he'll get overwhelmed by it super easily. It's weird, having someone else around that can actually speak (and doesn't hide from him like Mimi does), and he doesn't know what to do with it. At all.
At first, you talking to yourself confuses him. Not because he's never done it-- he mumbles to himself all the time, when he's not yelling at the house or attempting to talk to Mimi. He's so unused to another person speaking in his presence that he automatically assumes you're talking to him, because well, that's what people do, right? The problem is, usually it makes little sense, because he doesn't understand half the words you're saying.
It doesn't bother him much, but as I said, it can get overwhelming. If he's already a bit frustrated, or you're talking really fast or loud, he'll often just quietly leave and go somewhere more peaceful. Don't take it personally-- he's lived in near-silence for hundreds of years.
After a week or two of living with you, he'll begin to get more used to your presence, and he no longer feels uneasy or agitated by your chattiness-- instead, he's found that he loves it. You're so cute like this, talking about the things you enjoy, and he finds himself wondering how it ever bothered him in the first place.
If you're just talking to yourself, he mostly lets you be, quietly listening to you talk. It's rather soothing, really, and he loves the sound of your voice. Even if he doesn't understand what you're talking about, he's perfectly content to just enjoy your company.
That said... please talk to him. He'll absolutely love talking about your interests with you! He gives you his full attention (you'll often have to gently remind him to actually work on the room because he's entirely forgotten about the task at hand.) He'll ask a lot of questions, and it's a perfect opportunity for you to delve really deep into the topic at hand, explaining all of the concepts and vocabulary he doesn't understand.
Depending on what it is you like, if you can bring him physical examples of it, he'll be absolutely over the moon. Hope the house doesn't mind you getting nothing done today, because all of your time will be spent showing it to him.
He's also a man of rather obscure interests, and he jumps at the chance to share them with you. He'll ramble for hours on end about his passions, and the way his eyes light up is the most adorable thing in the world.
It'll be a really good thing for the both of you! You're super enthusiastic about each other's passions, and you have long, in-depth conversations about the most random of topics. Small talk doesn't exist in this house. The only bad thing about it is that you're constantly at risk of losing sleep because you accidentally stayed up talking until dawn. Oops?
Seriously though, he'll love it. He probably has a bunch of journals that he writes in from time to time, and he has an entire section of books dedicated to you. He writes down whatever he remembers from your infodumping at the end of the day in the journal for that topic. He wants to learn about what you like, so he takes notes, and occasionally he reviews them to refresh his memory.
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honoredbastard · 3 years ago
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I COME BACK WITH THOUGHTS/THEORIES ON ITADORI AND HIS RELATIONS- I THINK.
anyways, so i'll just point this out: i'm not good at speaking my thoughts in an organized manner. i absolutely suck at it, i speak on how my brain brings up the thoughts so i might ramble, get over my head in a thought, etc. i can't control it so i apologize in advance for the jumpiness of the texts. i will spell a lot of things wrong and not everything will be correct, as i read translations and on a manga site. don't worry it's not illegal, i believe.
MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD.
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i apologize for my absence! last week or two weeks ago the tower to my computer completely broke and will not turn on. i tried to repair it and follow my fathers instructions but nothing worked. even cleaned off the fan and went through countless nights readjusting things. it's not my cords either so to help me out my father is working extra shifts to get me a new pc. so in the meantime i'll do small posts like these but not full writing/head canons until i have a computer tower lol. a family member was kind enough to allow me to have their phone while we work throughout this issue.
now onto the actual topic:
kenjaku and itadori's relationship. ( family wise ).
for context in the most recent chapter, 160 "colony" kamo shows up in sasaki's home and talks to her about the culling game and a barrier. but that's not the point, the point is as he's guiding her to the barrier inside her "dream" at the end he says "oh right. i almost forgot to tell you. thank you for getting along with my son." and then she is awakened inside the barrier, in her pajamas beside iguchi. when sasaki and iguchi look at the barrier and gather themselves they bring up kamo.
sasaki asked iguchi if he mentioned his son and he says no. this leaves sasaki in a state of confusion when itadori flashes in her mind. she says his name aloud like she finally connected the dots. now. why am i bringing up this whole kenjaku thanking sasaki for being his "son"'s friend. it throws me off because why didn't he thank iguchi?
did he not think iguchi meant their friendship? because sasaki was the one uninjured and still counted itadori as a friend? does iguchi not consider itadori as a friend anymore?
because we haven't seen these two at all since the incident. that raised many questions in me. as well "how can itadori be related to kamo?" and itadori is related to choso.
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because kamo's technique is explained ( vaguely. we are aware he can create barriers, take over bodies, and has incredible cursed tools. chapter 134. this is also where choso makes his connection ( i believe. ) to itadori yuji as his brother. but because we saw this with todo many thought itadori just had another unconsious technique that allows the person who is hit create false memories and believe of a completely made up relationship with itadori without his knowledge. but alas, i was wrong. ) and we're given more hints shown than told ( imo ) i tried my best to make sense out of the situation and what he said. i think my conclusions are pretty solid, so continuing on.
we're given very little history on itadori, his past, and family. at the start of the manga we know that itadori's only family he knows is his grandfather and that he is ill in the hospital. at the very very beginning we learn that itadori is your average cute, fluffy, laid back but strong and goofy protagonist. in smaller words: itadori is kirby but even cuter and dumber.
my first impressions of him is a pineapple. if you're confused to this saying: it's calling a person prickly on the outside but sweet on the inside. and this is true, itadori's grandfather seems prickly and cold on the outside but he genuinely cares for itadori.
he raised itadori for all we know and did that with his all in assumption. but this ends up backfiring onto itadori, because he cares so much for his grandson - he ends up leaving a " curse " on yuji.
help people. save them.
itadori takes this to heart as his grandfathers speech is his last one. when he looks over to his grandfather the man is dead and now yuji is left alone. then the following events occur.
at this point in time i assumed itadori was an orphan ( he technically is if we're connecting the dots. his parents has not been shown, he doesn't speak of them, they aren't in the picture. we can conclude either they disowned itadori or died before he could make complete memories of them. )
but when we are shown in chapter 143 itadori's parents we see this "woman" jin ( yuji's father ) and his grandfather talking about has the same scar pattern. this scar pattern is either stitching ( assuming that is how kamo keeps the top of the opened skull from coming off. this is also how kamo revealed his cursed technique / body of sorts ( the brain, assuming that is kenjaku in his cursed technique and not the body / puppet he is controlling " getou suguru " ) to gojou. )
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this is the only way i find kamo being able to assign itadori as his son. why is that you might be asking this dumbass here.
we do not have the full story, exact date, location, and full context of the memory/dream itadori is having. this cannot be fake either because kamo would than have no reason to call itadori his son. or is there? anyways.
take a leap of faith with me. imagine that before itadori is born ( he seems no more than a few weeks or days old in this memory. hence why i am thinking my conclusion is pretty solid in theory. but yknow gege, there might be something different. ) anywhooo.
TW. D3ATH/IMPLYING ANTI LIFE ATTEMPT
kamo had to have taken over yuji's mothers body after an accident OR after she gave birth to yuji. his grandfather is interrupted by her before he can finish his sentence but it seems to be leading to the conclusion that either kaori ( yuji's mother ) died while giving birth to yuji or kaori could not conceive and tried to take her own life or cause an accident that would take her life. ( i read a fan translation for this part but im pretty sure i also read the official translation today too and it added up to the same. )
i believe in the first idea, but since kamo's cursed technique wasn't explained in detail i don't know the conditions of his body technique. does the original host of the body have to be dead? can he regenerate body limbs ( i highly doubt. getou lost an arm during his fight with yuta. overconfident dick. reminding me of an ex ANTWAYS. i forgive him for being overconfident smooch. he learned. OFF TOPIC but continuing on i promise.
this is being continued from the cut off point. i'm so upset so it'll just be summarized. i can't believe this shit lol i took three hours just to finish it for it to literally cut off the bottom half.
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continuing on in a sadge mood. kamo must not have the complete ability to take over a body. after all getou took his only arm he had as he was dying and choked his own body to his full ability. getou was willing to die ( possibly, you never know he could be alive if he killed his own body. moving on. ) just to have the chance to save his friend from being swallowed by a damn box.
so there has to be a chance that kamo cannot fully take over the previous persons complete consious and memory of their body. if getou still had his other arm after losing the fight to yuta, he could've choked kamo with both arms. in theory kamo wouldn't be able to control the right arm and die to the previous host choking him to death.
so why wouldn't the other hosts do it? after all, kamo did say it was his first time experiencing such a thing. assuming kamo has lived throughout many bodies in his 150+ lifespan none of the previous hosts could take control of their body.
i believe getou was completely influenced by gojou and his six eyes. there is no way gojou would even try to speak out to his friend unless he had an inkling or saw getou still in there. helpless and without the ability to save himself from the cage he's in.
being used and puppeteered in his own body by an external force. laughing in the world he could not. putting getou into a constant misery and defeat that he couldn't escape his hell. the one he tried so hard to fight and get out of. even if it was the wrong path.
gojou was the last person to witness getou dying. he had to watch getou bleed out after their conversation because he couldn't bring himself to kill his friend. the one he spent his whole jujutsu student life with. so for gojou to say such a thing to getou despite all that he did had to break getou out of his misery and give him that small sliver of hope that he could do something. of course he failed, but i doubt that's going to be the end of that.
the only way i see kamo being related to yuji is if he took over kaori's body before the pregnancy. assuming that when kamo takes over a body he becomes one with said body and is that person for however long he lives in said body. my only thing is, can he take over a persons body whilst they are alive? i would go more in depth like i did the last time but i am extremely upset about my work being erased so that's the end of this part.
thank you for reading! i have one more thing for you though.
the last time we see sukuna in a manga page after the shibuya incident is where he is on his throne and in his domain. this is after yuji is stabbed by yuta and is presumed "dead" at the time. he seems to be interested in yuta and i can think of 2-3 things. I would love to hear your theories too so don't be afraid to barge into my dms like the koolaid man.
A - sukuna is interested in Yuta because of his ability to use the reverse healing technique ( only a few sorcerers know this. sukuna being the first. shoko being the second one to be told that she has this power and then gojou. ) because of this he sees potential in yuta as well or has added this boy into his plans. after all, there is very few that can make sukuna make an expression that isn't an RBF. aka megumi and possibly gojou. I was looking at the page of him stabbing yuji and noticed we only see the entry point of where the blade enters. it's smaller because some got chunked off so its a possibility yuta used this to his advantage when "killing" yuji and instead hit an artery that could kill him but quickly healed him afterwards. or just his heart. the ideas.
B. Rika, Yuta is able to completely control Rika as shown. Even though he claims he is on the weak side, these two combined seem like an unstoppable force. He may be interested in Rika as she is a curse that has been put on someone that can fully control it. Not many people is shown to be able to control their curse. As we haven't met many.
this was enti and that's the last of my post! thank you for reading and it was a fun one. even though i had to restore this shit. anyways, i'd love you to add or fix up my ideas and tell me your thoughts and opinions! Thanks a bunch!
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alvhiedeir · 4 years ago
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Little Red Elf
Thor X Reader
3174 words
This is longer than intended and quite different than requested and I have no excuse than my lack of discipline but I hope this is good enough
You are seriously thinking about investing on a security camera.
No, it wasn't that you were worried about being robbed. It's was being, 'gifted'.
In an almost daily basis, different items would make it's way to your doorstep. Black roots, hyacinth, hellebores, poppies and other herbs that would usually not grow around the area. It was nice, that was the first thought you had. You were no Circe, the great witch of Aiaia, but such ingredients could and did help greatly with your draughts. So as much as this occurrence should startle you, you brushed it off as the doing of one of your friends working for Lord Osanyin who would usually send you samples of anything new. You figured business was just doing better than usual for her to give you this much.
Two weeks, it continued on. When you rise for the day, there would be a neatly placed bundle of herbs or plant on your front steps. Always perfectly centered. And for two weeks, you accepted each and everything in such giddiness.
That is until you until today.
"I haven't been given you anything, (y/n)," She turned away from the selves she was organizing and continued, "it's been pretty busy lately for the last month with the arrival of new supply from Asia."
Her answer gave you a sudden feeling of uneasiness.
"Then who," your voice trailed, dragging the weariness and alert in the air. Your friend was quick to catch the shift of your mood.
"But think about it," she placed the bottle she was holding and walked towards you, "those herbs are rare and what are the chances of a random miscreant obtaining it?"
It eased your nerves a bit to hear her words.
"Or maybe, you finally have an admirer even if your always holed up in your home!"
She laughed at the jesting glare you sent.
"Like you're any better, cat lady."
"Hey! Having four cats does not count as being a cat lady!"
"Sure, whatever you say."
You shared a laugh, the tension thinning out. After saying a few words, she went back to the counter to pack the herbs that you bought, the reason why you were there in the first place.
"You bought quite a lot. What is it for anyway?"
"Loki wanted some draughts to "bring entertainment around this damn boring halls", his words not mine."
She laughed, commenting how it sounded just like him. She handed you the carefully packed products, with a small purple ribbon tied on the basket as she always did for you.
Just as you're about to leave she called out.
"If you're still disturb about the whole mysterious gifts, why don't you try staying up to see who it is?" You thanked her for her suggestion and concern and with a wave, headed back home.
To say the least, her suggestion was not very successful.
After you went home, you got started on the ordered draughts and by the time the moon greeted the sky, your eyes were already heavy. Being stubborn, you stayed sitting in your kitchen, chair facing the window to see if anyone or anything would past by.
The minutes were slow and before you knew it, the sun has reclaimed its place. And there was yet another gift. A freshly uprooted crab apple tree that barely passes as an adult. How in the world did they get this one?
Another week fast approached and the gifts arrived just as fast. Cornel bark, elecampane, silver fir, the list goes on. Each night, you attempt to desperately stay awake to catch but a glimpse would always end up with you succumbing to sleep. It didn't matter if it was for hours or a mere minute, by the moment your eyelids flutter open, it was already there. Perfectly centered as always, in an almost mocking way.
"You missed us again", you could hear the ridicule from it.
As days flutter, the gifts and your frustrations would only intensify. One time it was antlers from a dear Australia. The other day it was the tusk of a bore. Yesterday it was the blood of steed. The last one made you panic a bit, but thankfully in came only in a small vial. It eased your nerves, albeit slightly that the animal was minimally harmed.
You tried sleeping in the morning so that so that you could roam at night. But when you rise from your chair for a drink or to go the toilet, the sneaky bastard have already placed another gift. You went as far as sitting on your doorstep for the whole night, but even that didn't help. The gift was on your window.
You were at your wits end with this "Persistent Santa" shenanigans (it was your friend who called them that. It was that or creepy-pile-of-dung-that-had-to-much-time). Whoever they were, they are good.
You sighed tiredly again, the dark bags proving Your fruitless efforts.
"Wow, you look miserable!" You silently snapped at the voice, too sleepy to argue but to proud to ignore it. His laugh was laugh, always happy to see others demise.
"Just give me the money, Loki." You impatiently thrust the basket full of draughts to him, eager to leave and maybe sleep for a few days.
"Aren't you greedy." The more he teases you, the more punching him right in the face became an increasingly good option. As if reading your voice, he raised his hands in mock surrender.
" I would pay you, but," he dragged his voice as floated closer to you, "I dont have my money right now. And the old man is calling me so can you wait a few minutes for me?" He smiled, oh-so-mockingly sweet at you.
A tomato would have been jealous of the tint of your check. The itching call for violence is now an unignorable howler. But before you can give in, the god of mischief is already pushing you into one of the rooms, claiming your silence as agreement. In a blink, you were in a well decorated room. The walls were cream in color and golden leaves decorated the corners. Threre were shelves of book against one side of the wall and-
"Wait a minute." Snapping out of your trance, you shouted, voice filled with vile, "Loki!"
But sadly, it came too late and the door have already been shut and only his feint mocking voice telling "enjoy!" Was heard from the other side.
You could sighed, pity for your own predicament. Moving towards one of the shelves with a colorful string of curse words following, you might sa well entertain yourself with something. The books were more old, and probably cost more than your soul. Each one was placed neat and organized, neither a speck or spot of dust could be seen. But one particular book caught your eye.
With a gentle finger, you traced the gold imprints on its spine.
Herbs, Medicine and Witchcraft
Unlike everything else, this one book was placed different. It was pulled slightly forward, as if recently placed back but someone else other than the organizer. When you pull it out, you also noticed the small, almost miniscule dirt on its cover. But other than that, it was nothing special.
"I didn't think they'll have this kind of book."
You sat down and flipped on a random page. It was filled with information about different plants that can be used for both medicine and, surprisingly witchcraft. It included their typical use, characteristics, side effects and their locations. And it was very specific too.
"I wonder if I can borrow this."
Page upon page was flipped, despite the fascination dwelling in you, drowsiness became unbearable. It was just so quiet and peaceful here. Maybe a few minutes won't hurt, right?
"Loki will be there for a while anyway. Might as well." Your reasoning seemed to make sense with your tired eyes and you rest your head. Not even bothered by the fact that you used the book as your pillow.
It'll just be few minutes anyway.
It wasn't a few minutes.
Slowly, your eyelids fluttered as consciousness begin to come back. You sighed contently, that nap certainly helped with your mood. You buried your nose deeper into the soft cloth you leaned on and inhaled. It smelled like fresh lilacs and the sun.
Wait, cloth?
You lifted your head and saw, indeed there was a neatly folded cloth on the place of the book. It was pale apricot, almost faded white and now that you are looking properly, it was a short robe?
"I starting to think you were not going to wake up."
Do you know the sound of a startled walrus with a respiratory disease? Imagine that, but worse. That how you sounded as you whipped your head in surprise to the voice. Right beside you was the god of thunder himself, Thor. The difference in size between him and the chair he was resting on was almost comical. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact you want to live a longer.
"He-hello Thor-sama." Damnit, what did you stutter?
He casted his eyes sideways to acknowledge your greeting, glacing right back into reading afterwards.
Looking yourself, it was then you noticed the book he was reading was the one you were previously sleeping on.
"It didn't seem like you were using it," his voice was monotone as for usual, "aside as a pillow, that is."
Ahh, the sheer pleasure of being swallowed by the ground right now would be nice.
"Ah! That- I! Yes..." You simply stared at your lap instead, fist clenched tightly on top. Better to stay quiet that to embarrass yourself further.
Thor was in between being an acquaintance and  a work friend. Neither of you talked much, aside from greetings and small talk but was more than used to his presence with the number of times you had to deliver things to Loki, enough so that you don't have to tremble everytime you meet.
But sitting this close, in a close space, alone, this was definitely the first time.
And it'll be the last if you're not careful.
The silence was suffocating, for you at least. You have almost jumped in your sit when he flipped a page in the book.
A minute passed and you are so closed to jumping out of the window. The room was too quiet. Making small talk won't be bad at times like this right?
"It's a nice book."
Wow. If you could, you would have hit yourself in the back of your head. Great thinking, really.
He merely nodded and the silence dragged once again.
"There's a lot of useful information in it."
Stop, just stop. Please stop digging your own grave.
"That's why it's a shame to be drooled on."
"I do not drool!"
In the distant, the sound of funeral bells rang clear in your head. The life you lived was good. Your friend will remember what flower you wanted to be placed on your coffin, and she can have your house, maybe even your-
Before you could complete your will, you heard a smallest of chuckle from the other god.
Huh?
You stared at Thor and sure enough, there's the tiniest arch in his lips. His eyes remains on the pages but - shit - has he always been this pretty?
Between the brief greetings and quick glances, it was hard to appreciate his beauty. Though mostly blank, his face was clear and smooth. Not a single blemish as one might expect from a god who knew battlefield as his home. He was no Aphrodite nor comparable to Paris, but he himself held a beauty of his own. You couldn't quite decide on if it was the light from the window or it was simply him that was glowing?
His neck flexed in the smallest notion as he read. The muscles of his shoulders were relaxed against the table.
Heavens. Those muscles.
You blushed on your thoughts. You tear your eyes away from his physique, the wooden table suddenly very interesting.
"It is rare to see you without Mjolnir, Thor-sama."
"I don't bring him when I read."
"Him?" The question lingered on your head. Was Thor one of 'those' people?
"Do you read often?"
"No."
"Are you interested in herbal medicine?"
"No."
"Is that so?" Your answer was awkward just as the air around you. But to the very least, the tension have eased out knowing that he didn't  obliterate you so far.
"Um, Thor-sama?"
Curse you and your need to fill in the silence.
"May I ask why you are reading a book about witchcraft? You do not seem the type to be interested in it." Realizing what you said was potentially insulting, you quickly apologized, eyes wide as you tried to explain. "Not that you don't look like it! What I mean is, um, - that." You stumbled over your own words with nervousness but he simply kept his eyes in the book, barely even glancing at you.
"... give you." His voice made you stop with your gibberish. Catching only the tail-end of his words, you looked at him questioningly. Only then did you realize that it has almost been a minute since he flipped a page, almost as if your question startled him as well.
"Ma-may you repeat that?"
There was a short pause before his answer came.
"So that I know what to give you."
Furrowed brows and confused eyes marked your features.
"So that I know what to give you."
His words repeated in your head, like an stubborn echo inside a cavern.
"I know what to give you."
"Give you."
"Give."
Oh shit.
"You're the Persistent Santa?!" The chair you previously sat on collided with the floor with a loud "thud". Hands planted heavily against the table, you casted accusing eyes to him.
Before any other words were uttered, your senses made its way back to your head like a harsh slap of water. You just yelled at the strongest Norse god. You might as well have dug your own hole and painted your tombstone.
But all fear and confusion left you as you stare at the fore mentioned god. He was not glancing down anymore but instead his eyes found its place opposite of your direction. And if one would look close, really intently stared, the faintest of red could be seen blooming in his cheeks.
"He-he's blushing."
Thor is blushing.
"You shouldn't be shouting here." His voice did not have the same air of threat and authority it usually holds. If your ears were right, it almost sounded like he was embarrassed.
Silently picking up the fallen chair, you sat down with your eyes burning holes the robe infront of you. Which you have almost forgotten was there.
Thinking back to the times you interacted with him, one word would usually come to mind. Quiet. He would acknowledge your presence or sometimes even greet you during the times you bump into one another but has never to made a conversation. Compared to Loki, you have always figured that maybe he was just more refined.
It wasn't until you heard his tale from your friend that you have gathered a sort of fear towards him. You knew how gods are, how vile and wrathful they are. And a god of his caliber could wipe you with a single flicker of his finger.
You would now bow and act more politely to him. Going as far as trying to avoid any contact with him.
But now sitting a mere foot apart, you felt no threat. No danger. And only then did you realize that you have never really felt any danger to begin with. When he speaks, he did not have the murderous aura that they claim to choke anyone.  He had never given you any reason to fear him, it was only you who decided to believed other's opinion.
"I'm sorry."
As if a trigger, his head turned to you upon hearing your timid voice but you dare not look at his eyes.
"You don't-"
"Not just for yelling."
Where did you get the courage to cut him off? You do not know. But, still with the false bravery, you continued.
"I mean, I have been very rude to you for a long time,"
"You have never been mean to me and I only returned the gesture by fearing you without any basis of."
With every fiber of yours screaming otherwise, you turned to look at him in the eye.
"I'm really sorry."
The longer you look into those golden eyes the more the heat on your neck spreads to your cheeks.
Guess his hair isn't the only thing red now.
"It's nothing," surprisingly it was Thor who turned away first. This time though, you eyes remained on him with a small smile. Youu have been missing out on so many things. But now, you have the eternity to catch up. And you're sure as hell you will.
"Thor-sama."
"Just Thor."
You laughed a bit, a sound that you did not notice brought a smile on his own lips.
"Why did you give me those gift anyway."
He turned his head to the other direction, but your keen eyes could see his tainted red ears.
"Loki said gifts were a good way to get close to someone." You grinned.
"I should have known better than listen to him."
His words dragged a loud laugh from you. The thought of him asking Loki, of all people for an advice was something you thought you'll never hear. And the small pout in his voice upon the next statement both brought you giddiness and butterflies.
Your hands instinctively covered your mouth, but still the sounds slipped through. And if you would have opened your eyes that moment, you would have seen the adoration in Thor's as he watches you.
Yes, it was embarrassing to ask his cousin for advice and finding those herbs was a hard task. But if seeing you like this, with lips arch into the most beautiful smile he have seen filled with happiness he once thought he couldn't bring you, then he would do it a thousand more.
Bonus:
Outside the closed doors, Loki grinned at himself. Trying to get you two was a pain with how standoffish Thor was by this was the most entertainment he had for a long time.
"What the hell are you doing?" It was one of Odin's crow that screeched from beging, as they watch the god smiling, and by experience it never means well.
"Oh nothing," he sing-songed. He floated pass his uncle but never before saying,
"Hope you're ready for grandkids!"
"Huh?"
But they did not receive an answer, only a chorus of laughter from the god of mischief as he drift away.
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If you don't know who's Circe is, she's a witch in the Greek mythology that turned sailors into pigs. Odysseus met her during his travel home from the Trojan war. She turned his men into pig too. And it's a book of Madeline Miller too! You should really read her books.
This was requested by @tenshi-san and I apologize that I might have strayed too far from your prompt. I really hope I did your husbando some justice. He was so hard to write because that only thing I can see him as is bored😂. But I hope you still like it!
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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years ago
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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 - 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭
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The repeated buzzing of your phone and the sound of your alarm shoved you out of a comfortable sleep. You had been dreaming about pleasant things before being pulled back into your reality. With your dream forgotten, you grumpily reached out to your sheet-covered phone, fumbling around to untangle the cord from the blankets. Upon its pickup, the bright screen flashed in your face and when your eyes adjusted to the exposure, they widened at what they saw.
Hitch's old contact was displayed in a notification banner from two hours before. "Having fun with your girlfriend?" you mumbled the text aloud. "For your information, I am." You glared at the words onscreen as if Hitch could see you through them. You thought it'd be best not to give her the attention she wanted from you. Irritably, you cleared the notification and tossed your phone on the mattress as you got up and stretched.
You fixed your hair and rubbed the sleep from your eyes before leaving your room with a sour look on your face. However, everything seemed to get a little better when you arrived in the kitchen, seeing your friends laughing together at the island like nothing happened between them.
Mikasa looked so different than the last time you saw her and you couldn't shake it. It wasn't a bad thing. You always thought she was beautiful. Her features had matured and she had a different presence, resulting in a different reaction from you. You could barely look her in the eyes without feeling flustered.
"Good morning, sunshine!" Jean jeered, startling you from your thoughts. Eren snickered as he handed you a cup of coffee.
He lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." You nearly dropped your mug from his teasing jest.
"I see you still aren't a morning person." Mikasa smiled at you and you felt butterflies begin to rise in your stomach.
You nervously cleared your throat and pulled out the stool next to hers. "I like your hair."
Her eyes shifted to the strands that fell near the front of her face. Color bloomed on her cheeks. "Thank you. It was just in the way when it was long," she said quietly.
Armin approached the kitchen island with his phone in between his shoulder and his ear and his lips pressed into a thin line. He slid a bowl of cereal over to you. You thanked him and he just nodded with a smile before going back to whisper shouting suspiciously into the phone. They went to the other room, leaving you with your bandmates and Mikasa.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Eren pick up his phone and start typing furiously. Jean peeked over his shoulder and grinned. "Reiner? What's he up to?"
The name caught your attention and you looked up from your cereal curiously. "He wants us to go out with everyone again," Eren informed, everyone meaning a bunch of people you went to high school with and somehow ended up friends with all of them.
"Does he know I'm back?" Mikasa asked.
Jean shrugged. "We didn't tell him. Y/n told Sasha and Connie, though."
"Yeah, they're the only ones who know. In our friend group, I mean. We had to tell Hannes since he's the band manager and if you just showed up it'd probably give the poor guy a heart attack. It could be a nice surprise if we don't tell the group and just show up with her, though." Eren schemed.
"That would be so funny! Can you imagine the look on their faces when they see her?" In an attempt to imitate his friends, Jean made eccentric hand gestures and expressions.
"How would we get her in without telling them? If Reiner's planning, he'll need to know who's going to make a reservation," you asked logically, eyebrows furrowing.
Eren's face contorted into a thoughtful expression. He paused for a moment. "I've got it! We just say Y/n is bringing a plus one she wants them to meet," he said casually.
Jean took a large bite of his toast and pointed at Eren. "Sometimes you can be smart," he said with a mouthful of food. Eren looked both disgusted and offended.
You raised an eyebrow. "Why do I have to be the one bringing somebody?"
"It might give them hope of you not staying single forever." Eren gave you a stupid smile while you narrowed your eyes at him.
"I could find someone if I wanted to. You shouldn't be talking. It's not like you've ever been in a relationship," you chided back. He scowled.
"You never know, I might just fuck Floch out of spite." He glared. You laughed in surprise.
"Floch? Really? Even you could do better than that pinwheel." When he heard your insult, Jean snorted into his coffee and accidentally spilled some on his shirt.
"Damn, now I have to wash this shirt again." He groaned and rolled his eyes. Eren let out a boisterous laugh at his misfortune.
"That's what you get for laughing, hoe!"
"Oh, have a little sympathy, Jaeger," he grumbled while Mikasa grabbed a handful of napkins for him.
"Who's Floch?" Mikasa asked with befuddlement.
You whistled. "A real piece of work, that's what he is. He just doesn't stop flirting with me whenever I visit Connie at his job even though I've made it clear I'm not interested."
A sour look etched her features for a split second before she looked down at her empty plate. "Oh."
You frowned and glanced at Jean who was desperately trying to keep his shirt from staining. Eren was still trying to catch his breath as he went back to texting who you assumed was Reiner. Your suspicions were proven correct when he happily announced that everything was set for the dinner taking place that Friday night. Two days away.
He practically skipped into the hallway being followed by an aggravated Jean. You continued eating your breakfast while Mikasa got up started cleaning her dishes. Carefully, you eyed the way she slipped past you and wondered if you should say anything to her. You swiveled around in your seat and asked the question you were sure everyone was wondering.
"Where did you go when you left?"
Mikasa lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at you. "I told the guys all about it while you were asleep so I'll explain it to you too." You nodded intently as she shifted her body to lean against the sink.
"At first I was just traveling around to see where I fit best. I ended up back in college for a year but none of it felt right, you know? What I love doing is playing in the band with all of you. I wasn't having as good of a time as I would here. I tried convincing myself I wanted to do school but it wasn't working out. I did a lot of thinking and noticed I was only running away from my problems and the people I loved. That's when I decided to come home."
You exhaled softly. Her brief explanation assured you that she wasn't going to leave again. "So you're coming back to the band?"
She looked off and shrugged again. "Hopefully I will. A lot has probably changed with you guys since I left. I haven't performed in a long time. I also haven't been involved with paparazzi for a while, either. It'll be hard getting used to that. Glad to see Hannes still puts up with you all."
You grinned. "Yeah, I don't know how he does it. Especially with Eren's dramatics. That's goood to hear, though. I missed you a lot."
She smiled at you genuinely. "I missed you too. Don't tell the others, but I probably missed you more." She winked and bit her lower lip. You flushed and laughed lightly.
"That's a relief. I was worried it'd be the other way around," you joked. You were glad conversations with her felt much more natural than you had expected. But, then again, this was Mikasa. Everything felt natural with her.
She reached out and fiddled with the ends of your hair, a gesture she used to do often with you. You hadn't seen her do it in a long time and you could feel the heat rushing to your face once again.
"It'll be pretty strange seeing me around so much again, won't it?" Her gray eyes were trained on yours as she continued to mindlessly play with your hair.
"I suppose it will be. I'll just have to get used to it."
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echo-three-one · 4 years ago
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THE ROAD SO FAR
The EIGHT-Thirty Appointment
John 'Soap' MacTavish
London, UK
Following the events of Shepherd's surrender to authorities, the members of Task Force 141 who went rogue in pursuit of him had been exonerated from treason. This meant that from then on, life would be a little more 'normal'. No more hiding in public, no more lack of equipment, no more secret hiding areas.
This prompted Laswell to recreate the task force she once poured her heart on, with a few changes to its jurisdiction. With Ghost, Roach and Alexandra still recovering, the remaining members were invited to celebrate their success.
"So John, now that 141 is back your main focus will be Nero. Do you want the reassigned members back?" Laswell asked Price while they exited the building. Soap overheard this because he thought he was the John being called.
"If it's still okay and not much of a hassle, then yes." Price replied.
"What about Kyle?" Laswell added.
"No. Not yet. Just keep an eye on him." Price mused and turned to Soap, who quickly turned to focus back on Alex as he pushed his wheelchair.
"Excuse me, Captain Price. Can we talk for a moment?" Samantha interrupted as they stopped on their tracks. Alex turned out of curiosity, wondering what matter they were discussing.
"Hey hey hey. What was that about?" Alex asked Soap and France, who continued walking. Laswell turned to the next right as she already finished her conversation with Price, waving at Alex and the rest of the 141.
Soap chuckled at the CIA. This was about Samantha's surprise for him and he shouldn't spoil it.
"Well, with 141 back maybe she just wanted to know where she will be now. Nero no longer needs the IP Address and she's been through a lot." France reasoned, making Alex frown.
"You know… I want her safe and all but I also want her within my reach. I've lost her far too many times already. I'm not going to lose her again." Alex grumbled making Soap and France look at each other, their faces were worried at their sorry excuse.
"I think Samantha feels the same way too. Maybe she's bargaining for staying at 141." Soap lied, making France question him quietly.
"You know what, Alex? Don't overthink this." Soap tapped his shoulders reassuringly.
"Overthink what?" Samantha inserted. They fell quiet and Samantha slowly asked Soap to let her push Alex as they moved forward, Samantha being excited of what's next.
"Well, we did a great job. I guess." Soap quietly commented sarcastically, earning a soft elbow from France.
"Ow!" he exaggerated and turned to France, his face looked bewildered.
"Way to go, John." She sneered and followed the two on their way to their appointment, riding Soap's trusty jeep.
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The drive to the surprise area consisted of mostly Soap and Francine acting like couples while they drove. Soap could see the two murmuring at each other whenever Soap would argue with France on whatever's going on in the road.
"I always wanted to try out some London restaurants." she mused, looking at the place they just passed by.
"Yeah? I could see you as the fancy kind." he chuckled at his guess.
"What does that mean?" France gave him a suspicious glare. Soap looked at her, feigning surrender.
"I just said it as is. You're the kind of person who would want fancy stuff." He explained, focusing back on the road.
"I-"
"Come on. You don't have to read everything I say between the lines. Sometimes, I'm just a simple man" he whined and Alex and Samantha burst out laughing, causing the two to be quiet.
"Are you sure there's nothing going on with you two?" Samantha asked, making the silence a little bit more awkward.
Soap carefully rolled his eyes toward Francine, who was actually looking down and blushing. He really had no definitive stance on whatever's going on between them, and if you ask him, he'd love to assume that they're already together. But he remembered that he told her that he'll be patient, and that's the only thing that's hindering him from taking her to the next level.
"Well…" Francine croaked, her voice was shaky and Soap was actually worried that she was already under pressure.
"We're here." Soap interrupted, wishing he did the right thing. Alex quickly looked outside to see where they actually were.
"What is this place, Soap? Where did you bring us?" Alex asked and Soap just nodded.
"I'll let your girl fill in everything for you. This was her idea after all and we're here to help her out." Soap replied as he assisted him to his wheelchair and watched the two enter the establishment.
He then knocked on Samantha's door as she was still out of focus.
"There's a coffee shop across the street, we could wait there until they finish." He invited her for another coffee date. Hopefully this time, there would be no more emp phone wielding persons to interrupt it.
"About Samantha's question…" She muttered.
"Don't pressure yourself about it. You actually owe me for saving you, by the way." He chuckled, already opening her door.
France slowly stepped down the vehicle and turned to Soap, her head looked up to his face.
"Look John. There's no other reason I can think of that would make you wait anymore. I really enjoy your company, your personality, and I'm curious about everything else about you. So, if you've been waiting all this time ever since that night, my answer is that I'm ready." She smiled, and John's eyes widened at the sight of her. The message made him hug her tight, lift her up and spin her around briefly while she giggled at the feeling.
"Wow. You don't know how much you made my day, France!" he sighed as he slowly set her down and closed the door and made their way to the coffee shop.
"I missed these so much!" France happily chewed on a slice of blueberry cheesecake, with a few crumbs stuck on the edge of her mouth. Soap smiled as she watched her enjoy the simple things in life, a thing he was always looking for in women.
Most of his dating life were his parents setting him up on business dates and most women there were far too serious. They looked like they haven't enjoyed anything in years. Some of them admittedly loved to have fun, but their idea of fun was far too complicated. Like expensive travels and luxurious shopping sprees, none of them piqued Soap's interest.
However, Francine was the first one who begged to differ. It's like every great idea in John's activity book is enjoyable for her. Simple things such as Netflix, Cinemas and even this coffee shop date, made her smile.
"What's funny?" Francine asked as she noticed the odd smile on his face.
"Oh nothing… you just looked cute eating that whole thing. It makes me want to buy a whole cake and watch you smile and eat that all day." he mused, imagining how things would've been if they weren't in public. He could've been tasting that cake from her mouth already.
He quickly grabbed a tissue and wiped off the crumbs as Francine blushed in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I didn't notice it was there." she blushed shyly and looked down.
"Nah… why apologize. I was thinking you were hinting at me to kiss you. Like what most movies and cliché shows would mean." He scoffed and sipped on his coffee.
"Ha ha. Well you could try. As if I'd let you." She smiled bravely, but Soap could see her weakness behind that smile. She's raising her guard up again, and it's always like that when people are around.
"Wow. Umm that went differently." Soap commented, attempting to let France open up. This has been a common trend with her lately, toughening up when people are around but when they're alone, she's still strict but less tense.
"I'm sorry. It's just-" She hesitated and turned to the window.
"Say, how long would it take for them to finish?" She asked. Soap also turned to the building and shrugged.
"I don't know. Honestly, I'm excited for him. They make the best prosthetics around here and it'd make Alex's life easier. It'll look and weigh and bend like an actual leg." he said proudly as he turned to France who was looking at him weirdly.
"What?" he asked as he checked his phone which just beeped.
"Actually, they're almost done. And they're asking for an order. I'll just go get some for them, you stay here." He added, holding the thought, wiping his face and proceeded to the counter.
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The reformed Task Force 141 would soon be back in business as papers were already approved by the board. They'll be situating themselves on American soil as their previous base was compromised by the traitorous General.
As for their last day on English soil, the rest of the team stayed in a penthouse condominium unit owned by the MacTavishes.
"Wow. This is top class!" Samantha mused as Alex plopped himself on the couch, his new leg quickly rested on the table. He's been in it for only a few hours but he already got the hang of it.
Samantha shot a glare at Alex's actions to which he shrugged on, prompting Soap to reply.
"Don't worry Samantha, make yourselves at home. We don't use this place anyway so help yourselves out. I promise it'll be fine." he eased as Samantha slowly plopped down beside him as Alex's arm rested on her shoulders. Soap actually wondered if he could do that to her too, get comfortable, open up, just normal stuff.
"I'll go get tea." he quickly said to himself as his imagination got the best of him as he walked to the kitchen. France quickly followed him to help out.
"Fancy place you got here, John. I wonder how many girls you've brought in here." She mused standing in front of him, helping with the teacups. Soap eyed her for a second and replied.
"Honestly, I can't count. I used to stay here when I studied and that was years ago." he replied as seriously as possible, looking at the changes on her face. She's actually jealous.
"Yeah. Figures. I saw your photos from earlier years. It was no doubt you'd have a lot of women over." She chuckled, nervously at it. Soap saw through her as she started to get curious about his life. A sign that she's ready to stop lowering her guard. Soap on the other hand, wanted her to feel special. Asking her out as soon as possible would make him come out as a desperate one, so he planned to do it the long traditional way. Which he actually despised, he would want to hug her so tight right now and it was already killing him.
"What about you? How many different rooms did you wake up to already?" he asked, changing the subject as she was already starting to feel bad about her question.
"Me?! Only a few. And most of them were owned by you. I've been very serious about my life choices that I never let myself loose." she sighed as Soap raised an eyebrow.
"Let loose? Like going out to parties?" He added.
"Yes. But broader. Like letting myself loose. I've always followed the path I wanted to be in, not letting any distractions bother me." she explained, blushing at it like it's a secret she was too shy to tell. Soap on the other hand, didn't quite get it.
"So you mean…" He tilted his head.
"Yes. Since birth, I never had a boyfriend." she looked down in embarrassment for the second time today.
Soap gulped. He didn't actually know how to respond to her statement. Sure he wanted to be the first one, but now wasn't the time. It would feel forced. And he wasn't a fan of forced relationships.
The kettle whistled and the two of them quickly responded to it as they both reached out for it, their hands met just by the handle.
"I'll take care of this one." She said as Soap slowly let go of her soft hands and watched her pour it on, carrying it to Samantha and Alex who were already giggling through a romcom.
"Way to go, John." he muttered to himself with a sigh as he ran his hand on his hair.
The day actually felt worse as France continued to remain quiet towards Soap as she invested herself on the television, third wheeling on Alex and Samantha.
Soap pondered about the words he chose to say to her and those he didn't over a steamy shower.
With the place having only two bedrooms, it was inevitable that France would sleep beside him but he also considered sleeping on the couch to respect her privacy or something like that.
As soon as he exited the bathroom, he saw France already tucked on her side of the bed, scrolling through her phone.
"Hey there." he muttered as she rolled her eyes to him and back to her phone.
"Hey." she said nonchalantly, her eyes dead focused on her screen. Soap quickly grabbed his nighttime clothes and slipped them on.
"Are you in any way excited for tomorrow?" he asked, trying to keep her from interacting with him.
"Yeah. A little." she said as she turned to him and smiled.
"Listen, about earlier today, in the kitchen..." he said.
"I'm not mad, John. I just wanted to say it out there so you could understand me."
"Tell me what you feel."
"Embarrassed."
"Why?"
"Because I looked like a fool earlier. When I told you I was ready and now I feel that you're the one who isn't. You told me you would wait but-" Soap placed his hand on her face, gently touching her cheek.
"France. You don't have to worry. You're still the one I'm thinking about every second. I just… wanted to do this the slow and steady way, where I would show off how worthy I am for you. I want you to enjoy the whole John MacTavish Experience." he smiled and she slowly turned her frown upside down.
Soap wanted to take a picture of that smile and plaster it all around the room as his heart started to pound like crazy, his face unknowingly moving closer to hers. They both started to close their eyes as they let their lips do the talking, but in a quiet and intimate way. Soap felt France's greed for his kiss as she slowly learned how to beg for more of him. It was true that she had no experience on these things but something told him that she's starting to learn some tricks herself.
Soap didn't hesitate to retaliate as she released a soft groan, a sign of her being content as her hands slowly grazed his arms, her thumb softly pressed his biceps, digging deeper as their tongues clashed. After a few more seconds, they both broke their kiss as they gasped for air.
"Yeah. Go sleep on the floor before we do something stupid." She giggled and Soap nodded in agreement as they quickly shuffled about, set their beds and called it a night.
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gingus-doon · 4 years ago
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pov u just shot your childhood hero, wdyd
i.e. i ramble about keiji post-shooting; his occupation, what he does, how he copes, how he feels, etc. etc.
just putting this little thing here because the post got quite long and i couldn't split it up because it's all somewhat related. it started out as a rant / informal ramble but then it got serious lololol
one thing i don't understand is why people hc keiji as still having a job with the police post-shooting? like that just doesn't make sense to me– not only based on his character but like... why would you wanna make him a cop with all the talk of how much the police suck lately? personally i'm a brown bitch so i couldn't be down with thirsting over a cop lol. it's just kinda confusing sjdhd
i've seen the hc of him as a private investigator, though, which i like! it's a very neat way to let him flex his detective skills without being part of a corrupt organization and without forsaking his own personal beliefs and feelings about the police, because i don't think those would change anywhere near easily and i just kinda can't see him going back into the police force because of that.
i have often wondered what keiji would do after the death game, and what he was doing before the death game or after the shooting, because i think he'd definitely quit after the shooting, with all the grief and trauma surrounding the job and his newfound cynicism.
i don't think he'd be doing private investigation before the game, or more specifically, before his character develops into something reminiscent of his old self– as he is at the start of the game, he just doesn't have that faith in protection, so i can't imagine him being an investigator at that point. HOWEVER, in a post death game OR non-death game au where keiji has started to pull himself up from that tar (most likely with the help of others lol) i think that's definitely a plausible option for him and i like it a lot :]
as for other options, though... i really don't know! this is more of a stupid idea but i considered him working in a convenience store like shin lol. i had a whoooole au about him, kai, and shin working in the same convenience store just because they can't hold down any other jobs / don't know what else to do for work. shin is able to actually hold down the job because the last manager was mysteriously taken out of commission (i don't know lol) and they were ridiculously short-staffed already so shin ended up being the "most qualified" for the now vacant position. keiji's had a string of odd jobs since the police and this is just the next one. he's hoping to find something with a better wage but this'll do for now, it's even in walking distance from his apartment. and kai, kai's trying to exercise more independence from the chidouins' after becoming his own person! so he gets what i think would be his first job (well, his first official job, anyway... being an assassin and the chidouins' personal maid were more unofficial gigs lol.) ahh that was a lotta rambling about my dumb little au but i just think it'd be neat, they're three of my favourite characters so having them just vibe with each other at work and become friends sounds nice 2 me :] also Coincidentally i ship literally every combination of those three characters so that may have played a part in my casting decisions lmfao
oh wow that was a really long and uncalled for synopsis but this is just a rambly post so it can't really be uncalled for because this post doesn't have any particular point lol (A/N after writing this— IT HAS A POINT NOW, DISREGARD PAST ME)
SO ANYWAY ! i was just considering what keiji would do right after the shooting. honestly i have noooo idea, it's the beginning of a long road of him burying his trauma in a desperate attempt to avoid facing the pain it brings, and it marks a profound loss of innocence which makes his heart begin to grow cold. it's just hard to see the beginning of the process when where he started and where he ended up are very different places.
obviously, he'd quit his job. i wonder if the hallucinations would start right away? him being naïve in the beginning, i'm sure he'd acknowledge them– cry out apologies and plead for forgiveness until his throat is hoarse. the rule of hallucinations in yttd seems to be that if you acknowledge them, they'll burn themselves into your brain and you'll never be rid of them– implying that keiji has done so, as it's likely been years since the shooting and he's still suffering from the visions despite seeming to ignore them now.
ahh, i'm getting in my feelings about keiji now 😭😭 when i started this, i wanted to be held by him, but now i just wanna hug him like damnnnn
but back to what he'd do after the shooting– this scenario is self indulgent, but wouldn't it be nice if he took some time off and just stayed at his mom's place for a while? help her with chores while she's at work, try to regain a sense of normalcy in his childhood home...
i don't think he'd be able to do this right after the shooting. keiji had shame, once upon a time– the guilt would rack him like nothing else. i can imagine him spending a lot of late nights with alcohol, just wishing it was a dream. his resentment towards megumi slowly building as he feels he's being left in the dark as to why, why he isn't allowed to atone, why she's being so cold towards him about the shooting when he's suffering so heavily from the effects of it.
he wouldn't want to be around his dear mom as a murderer, and as a resentful alcoholic who's coping very poorly with his circumstances.
also (tangent incoming), i kind of wonder about keiji and alcohol a lot. in his fondness events with mishima, he says the following—
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the "haven't drank that much in years" part makes me wonder– for how long? did he start to restrain himself before the shooting or after? i would say it's most likely after, considering the "feels like it'll swallow me up" comment he made soon after. and, how he talked about binge drinking when he was still a newbie. perhaps it was fine for him to do so, before the shooting— he'd just get wasted and flirt, have a good time. but after, it morphed into an inefficient coping mechanism which he fell far within the depths of to try and control the worst of his grief and self hatred. after that, heavy drinking couldn't just be for fun anymore.
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i assume in the "before it got this way" comment, the "way" he's referring to is how he doesn't drink much anymore? or, he could be talking about the depression drinking, but i think the prior makes more sense.
even though i think, given keiji's example of drinking with megumi, that he could have gotten blackout drunk a couple of times purely for fun pre-shooting, i think here he's referring to the painful side of his relationship with alcohol here, the part that took place when he was trying to cope with his trauma. i think he brings up the story of drinking with megumi immediately after, then, to avoid talking about that part of his past. though he doesn't show it much, i think he's deeply ashamed of himself. not only of what he's done, but how he's handled it afterwards.
on a lighter note, though, it's quite funny to think of Lawful Good young keiji shinogi getting drunk off his ass and flirting with every woman he comes across willing to flirt back. like, what's up with that??? he seems like such a serious dork in the flashbacks, but doing well in his police job, he just... lets loose?? no no, honestly i think he hadn't drank much before going out with megumi and he took her insistence on him drinking a little too far, and with his inexperience with alcohol and the successive lack of self restraint that comes with each new drink, you get casanova shinogi, lmao.
BACK TO THE SERIOUS STUFF THOUGH !! i really like the idea of him going to his mom to help him pull himself back together. i think they'd have a solid relationship, fight me! he seems to adore his mom as a child with a good single parent usually does. i'm sure he appreciates her immensely for all the care and love she managed to give him when he was a kid while also working her ass off to support them financially. this very respect for her is what i think would drive him to isolate himself from her after the shooting– as i said above, he's a murderer now. a disappointing human being in general, and an even worse son. to let down his mother who worked so hard to raise him right... how could he? as his condition worsens and his heart grows colder, i'm sure that feeling would fester inside of him. he'd try to ignore it, as he does with everything else, but it's already wrapped its tendrils around his soul. that particular guilt isn't leaving him any time soon.
now that i'm thinking about it, also, i don't think it's likely that he'd quit his job right right away. it'd be more of a slow descent over the span of a few weeks. immediately after the shooting, he may stop showing up to work for a while. he just can't put on that uniform when it's practically caked in the blood of someone he held in such high esteem for so long. eventually, though, he gets a hold on himself– just a bit. he doesn't want to be cooped up in his apartment with his thoughts anymore, and he doesn't want to lose his job. what else would he do?
so, he takes it easy on the first few days back. megumi tries to make it easy for him. paperwork, whatever job he could do that's not on the field. he clings to her like a wounded puppy, hoping that she'll explain why she's covering it up when he doesn't want her to, what he's supposed to do with these feelings around the incident. he's drowning, and she's made herself a big sister figure to him– she's supposed to help him. but, she shrugs him off when he brings it up. she's so harsh about it compared to how she usually speaks to him. perhaps because of her own guilt around the incident, perhaps it's the family's response and how keiji is now, how panicked and sleep deprived the poor kid has looked since that day.
so he continues to spiral with nothing to hold on to. grasps at alcohol in a futile attempt to stop falling, because it's all he can think to fall back on. he's a wreck at work– he's barely living, much less working. but megumi tries her best to keep him from getting fired. she'll get him coffee and breakfast and try to say something encouraging. "hey. hang in there, shinogi." with a touch on the shoulder. but in spite of her efforts, of course, it hits a breaking point. everyone in the job thinks keiji's too damaged to continue, saying he either needs to see a shrink or get the hell out of the way and let everyone else do their job.
and keiji just stops coming into work one day.
the downward spiral ensues.
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softmintmochi · 6 years ago
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Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
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Summary: After years of awkward glances, snide remarks from friends, and safe distance from each other, you never expected Jungkook to invite you into his bed, let alone me so caring.
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Jungkook's POV
I can't describe how I feel when she's around. She makes my heart race, and I just tense up when she's around. I probably look stupid. I'm always so quiet when she's around, but I can't help it. I want to talk to her, but I can't bring myself to do it. All of our friends make fun of me for it, and she gets quiet when it's brought up. She probably hates me for it. God, why can't I just tell her how I feel?
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"Come on, Y/N, just come out with us. It'll be fun!" Taehyung whines, holding your hand. "No thank you. You guys have fun. I'll just hang out here." You sigh. It's been a long day hanging out with the guys and you'd really rather lay down. "Fine. Come on, Kookie. Go get dressed." Taehyung says to the younger man, whose sat on the other side of the couch. "Nah, I think I'm just gonna stay here. I don't feel like going out." Jungkook replies. His voice makes you squirm. "Oh boo. You guys are no fun. Fine. Stay here and be bored. We're gonna go get wasted." Taehyung smiles, heading out the door with the rest of the guys. "Oh, and one more thing. If you guys do anything, please don't get any stains on the couch. I'd rather not sit on Jungkook's jizz. Bye bye!" Taehyung waves, closing the door behind him, leaving you and Jungkook silent, your face red.
"So, um-" You start, but Jungkook stands abruptly. "I'm going to bed. Good night." He says quickly before escaping to his room. "Good night." You pout, staring blankly at the tv. What's his deal? You know the others always tease him about liking you, but you highly doubt it's true. He's always avoided you as much as possible, barely talked to you, and when he did talk to you, it was very little. You always thought he was cute, and some things he did had you hopeful, like when he bought you food when you didn't have any money or when he thought you were already asleep so he gave you a blanket. His actions confused you, and you just wanted to know for sure.
You grabbed a blanket from the closet, turning off the light and curling up on the couch, cuddling a decorative pillow to help you fall asleep. You laid there for almost an hour, tired, but not able to fall asleep. You sit up, pouting. The pillow wasn't what you needed to cuddle. You needed the warmth of another body. You thought it over, gathering up your courage. It's now or never. You nod, grabbing your blanket and drapping it over your shoulders as you stand up. You march over to Jungkook's door, raising your hand. You contemplate for another moment before deciding, knocking on the door. After a second of waiting and hearing nothing, you turn, embarrassed for even attempting this. That's when the door clicks, and you stop in your tracks.
"Y/N? What are you doing?" You hear Jungkook's groggy voice ask, making your heart race. You turn around to see him standing in his doorway, his hair ruffled, lips pouty, eyes squinted, and basketball shorts hanging loosely on his hips. "I-I um, I'm sorry. I can't sleep. I was gonna ask if I could-uh-you know, nevermind. Sorry." You stutter, turning around, but you hear a few footsteps on the hardwood, then feel a hand on your shoulder. "You can sleep in my bed if you want. It's big enough so we won't be on each other." He mumbles, shocking you. The guy that's always been too shy to even talk to you if now offering you a spot in his bed, with him. "Are you sure? You won't mind?" You ask softly. "Honestly, I'm too tired to care. Come on." He says, turning on his heel to head back into the room.
You follow him, shuffling as you wrap the blanket tighter around you. He gets in on the side next to the wall, allowing you to lay down on the outside. You lay with you back turned to him, his presence only making you nervous, deterring your plan to sleep. You lay awake, hearing the soft breathing from the man behind you. You turn around, facing him, trying to get comfortable. You can't help but stare at him, taking in his features. He looked so peaceful sleeping, so relaxed. A huge improvement from the timid boy you knew.
Your cheeks heat up, realizing again why you're here. You need contact to sleep. Physical contact. Luckily he's asleep already. Maybe he won't notice. You move your leg, barely touching his with it. It's very little contact, but it still helps, and you slowly fall asleep
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Jungkook's POV
A soft whine pulls me out of my sleep, and I groan as I turn, rubbing my eyes. Something shifts, and I think maybe Jimin or Taehyung climbed into my bed again, but the whine is too small and soft to be from one of them. My eyes finally adjust, and I see Y/N laying next to me, her face twisted in discomfort. That's right, I let her sleep in my bed. What's wrong with her?
"S-Stop. Please don't. Go away." She mumbles, her voice small. She shifts again, whining. She must be having a nightmare. Jimin told me she had those sometimes, but I never really noticed. "Stop stop stop stop stop." She says, getting louder. I decide to take initiative, placing my hand gently on her arm.
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"No!" You gasp, sitting up straight. Immediately you hear shushing, a strong hand pulling you to pay back down. Your eyes are wide as you see Jungkook laying next to you, his eyebrows knit in concern. "Are you okay?" He asks, his fingertips dragging across the sensitive skin of the back of your arm. You gulp, nodding, trying your best to ignore the chills his touch was sending down your spine. "I'm sorry I woke you up." You mumble, looking away from him. "Sh, no, it's okay, I was already awake. Here, come closer." He says. "Uh, are you-" "Just come here." He sighs, pulling you closer by your hip, his arm sliding under the crook of your neck, your eyes level with his chin.
"Is this better?" He asks, and with your hand on his warm, bare chest, you can feel it vibrate. You nod, his scent intoxicating. "You can relax, you know. I know you're a cuddly person. You can cuddle me if you need to. Don't be so tense. Do whatever you want." His words relax you and make you nervous at the same time. Can you really lay how you want? He must sense your hesitation because he takes initiative once again, sliding his leg between yours and pulling you even closer to him, your chest flushed against his, your legs entwined, your leg resting over his hip. You've never been this close to him. His warmth, his scent, everything about him had your eyelids drooping, finally comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Almost.
As you lay there, his thumb caresses your hip soothingly, until his hand slowly travels up under your shirt, fingers grazing against your skin, causing a soft moan to tumble from your lips. The sound makes him stop, and your eyes widen as you realize what happened. "I-I'm sor-ah..." You moan again as his index finger traces your spine. "Are you sensitive, Y/N?" He asks softly. You nod, your cheeks heating up. "That's so cute." He smiles, repeating the action. You shift under his touch, your eyes closing as you focus on the sensation. As you shift, his thigh grazes your clothed core, pressing gently against it, but still getting a reaction, another whine, from you.
"Jungkook, I-" "Ssshhh... Sweetheart, just let me take care of you." He shushes you, pressing his leg up against you again, pulling another moan from you. "Will you let me do that? Will you let me take care of you?" He asks, cupping your cheek. You nod, looking him in the eyes. "Please?" You ask. He hums approvingly, smiling at you. "So polite. So good." He whispers before closing the distance between you two, his lips connecting with yours in a soft kiss. His lips are a lot softer than you imagined, his kiss slow and passionate, taking your breath away.
When he moves his leg against you again, you gasp, and he take the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You moan into his mouth, his hand reaching down to grip your thigh, holding you in place so he can grind against you. His thigh is so muscular, just him moving it against you is driving you crazy. Your hips start to move on their own, grinding against him yourself. Everything is slow, sensual, and relaxed.
You can start to feel close to your end, your back arching as you grip his bicep in warning. He pulls away from you, his breath heavy. You pout as he moves his leg away from you, moving you onto your back, propping himself up on his side. You look at him as his hand slides under your shirt, slowly moving over your skin, his thumb tickling right under your breast. You shudder at the feeling, closing your eyes as you arch into his touch. "I love how sensitive you are, baby. It's so cute." He smiles, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. He moves your shirt up, bundling it above your breasts, appreciating the lack of a bra. "So perfect." He whispers, his thumb grazing over your nipple.
You whimper, your thighs rubbing together, searching for friction. "Sh, don't worry, baby, I'll get there." He assures you, his hand rubbing your bare thigh. His hand slides between your thighs, rubbing over your core as he dips his head down, his tongue flicking over your nipple. You squirm, moaning softly as he sucks on your hardened bud, his tongue swirling around it while his hand traces overer your waistband. He pulls back, tugging on your nipple with his teeth before letting go of it. "Do you really want to do this, Y/N? Are you okay with me touching you?" He asks. "Please, Kookie. Please." You beg, your voice soft. "You're so good, baby. Will you be my baby? Can I call you my baby girl?" He whispers.
You bite your lip, not needing to think before you nod, bringing a smile to his face. He kisses you hard in response, his hand sliding into your pants. "Oh fuck, baby." He groans, his finger tracing over your slick slit. "You're this wet? God, you're perfect." He groans, kissing you again as he slides a finger inside of you. You gasp, your hips bucking in response, your arms wrapping around his neck. He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second, and eventually, a third. The stretch was driving you crazy, your thighs trembling as his mouth caught all of your sounds. He curls his fingers, your walls squeezing around them. The sound of his fingers pumping, his palm grinding against your sensitive clit, everything has you tumbling over the edge, your mouth opening in a silent scream as you grip onto him, his lips pressing soft kisses to your cheek, jaw, and nose as you cum around his fingers.
He slows down, pulling his fingers out of you. "Good job, baby. Hey, look at me." He asks, and you do, looking him in the eyes. "Do you trust me?" He asks softly, brushing away loose strands of hair that have fallen onto your face. You nod, making him smile. "Good. I promise, I'm gonna take care of my baby girl. Um, one second." He says, getting up. You watch as he goes into his nightstand, shuffling around in the drawer. His entire body freezes, and you look at him questioningly. "I don't have any, uh, protection. Shit. Um..." He hums, looking around the room. "Kookie." You coo, reaching out towards him. He turns to you, coming closer so you can hold his hand. "What is it, baby girl?" He asks softly. "You don't need one. Please, I just need you so bad."
His eyes widen at your words. "Really? You're fine with me going raw?" He asks. "As long as you can pull out." You tell him, and he smiles brightly. "Of course. Oh my god." He says excitedly, climbing back onto the bed, on top of you. You shift, taking your pants off, him helping you toss them to the ground, then your shirt, leaving you bare underneath him, your legs resting on his thighs. His breath hitches, hands roaming soothingly over your body, his eyes taking in every perfect inch of you. "Y/N, I've waited so long to see you like this, you have no idea." He sighs, his thumbs tracing over your pelvic bone. "Jungkook... Please." You whine, squirming under his touch.
"Oh, right, sorry." He gasps. He reaches down, tugging the waistband of his shorts down just enough to free his cock. Your mouth waters at the sight, and you make a mental note to take care of him sometime. He wraps his hand around it, making him hiss at the contact. He pumps it a few times, his mouth falling open. "Baby, I'm sorry, I already know I'm not gonna last long, but I made a promise to take care of you, and I will." He groans, and you nod in understanding. He leans forward, guiding his cock to your entrance slowly, you becoming impatient. When he finally gets there, he rubs his tip over it, making you whimper.
You gasp as he finally pushes himself in, a soft moan tumbling from his lips also. He falls forward a bit, his hair tickling your nose as he bottoms out. "My god, you're so tight." He moans. You hum in response, feeling him fill you up so nicely. "Jungkook, please, move." You beg, moving your hips against him. He whispers incoherently, but does as you say, pulling out until just his tip is in, then grinding back into you. You moan as he continues slowly, starting a sensual pace that isn't fast, but after a while, hits right where you need him the most. "Kookie, ah, r-right-ah..." You moan when he brushes up against your sweet spot. "Right there?" He asks, and you nod. He shifts, moving so your bottom half is resting more on his legs, his arms moving under your legs, pushing them up closer to your chest.
He pushes in again, hitting the spot directly, smirking when he gets another moan from you. "Perfect. So fucking perfect, baby." He groans, thrusting into you again. It only takes a few more thrusts before he's cursing under his breath, pulling out of you. You pout as you watch him, his face flushed, his angry cock leaking precum as he sits there, catching his breath. "You didn't, uh..." You ask, hoping he gets where you're going with it. "Oh, no, I was about to though. Um, here, I have an idea." He says. He moves to sit with his back against the wall, motioning for you to come join him. You kneel next to him expectantly, him smiling sweetly.
"Baby, do you think you could ride me?" He asks softly. You smile, nodding before swinging your leg over his lap. His hands run over your hips as you reach down, grabbing his cock and guiding it to you before sinking down on it. "Ugh, fuck." He moans, his head falling back against the wall. You start to move up and down on him, continuing the pace he had set before. You can tell you're probably not going to last much longer either, the fire burning in the pit of your stomach. He leans forward, placing soft kisses on your neck, shoulders, and chest as his hands roam your lower half, soothingly rubbing your ass and thighs.
His hands move higher up to your back, and you gasp as his finger tips gently graze down your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, your walls twitching around him. "Shit." He moans before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to his lips, kissing you passionately while his hand tangles in the hair at the nape of your neck, making you shiver. His hand stays there while the other traces over your back more, your moans and whimpers getting higher, the gentle touches sending you into a frenzy. "Mmf, Ju-mmm..." You moan into his mouth, your high coming all too quickly. He pulls his mouth away from you, letting your sounds bounce off the wall, mixed with his own moans.
"Jungkook, I'm-" "I know, baby, ah, just, ah little, mo-ah-" He groans, lifting you off of him quickly as he releases, coating your thighs and his stomach, your own high not hitting you. He sees you pout and quickly moves into action, pushing you down onto the bed before you can lose the feeling, his body dipping down, his mouth quickly latching to your dripping core. "Jungkook! Ah, oh, my god!" You cry out, his tongue working over you quickly, flicking against your clit harshly to bring you back to your end. His mouth feels so good on you that it only takes about a minute before you cum all over his tongue, him lapping up everything before pulling away, licking his lips before smirking. "Are you okay, baby?" He asks, smiling. You sigh, smiling, covering your face with your arm, a bit embarrassed now.
"Hey, sh, come on." He cooes, moving your arm and leaning over you. "You did such a good job. You're so amazing. Come on, why don't we get you cleaned up?" He asks softly. He gets off the bed, fixing his shorts before digging in his drawer, grabbing a pair of clothes. "Come on." He calls to you softly, reaching his hand out to you. You grab your blanket, wrapping yourself up before following him out of the room, heading to the bathroom.
He grabs two towels out of the hall closet before leading you into the bathroom, turning on the light and closing the door behind you. He sets the clothes and towels down before turning the water on, making sure it's the right temperature before switching it to shower mode. He turns to you, smiling. Rubbing your shoulders, he moves the blanket away, letting it fall to the floor around you. A small sigh leaves his lips as he looks you up and down. "I don't think I'll ever get over how beautiful you are." His words send a blush across your cheeks. He kisses your cheek, smiling. "Alright, let's get you clean."
He helps you into the shower, the warm water flowing over your body, Jungkook's chest pressed to your back. He grabs the body wash, squeezing some into his hand before placing his hands flat on your body, rubbing the body wash onto your skin. You moan softly as he kisses your shoulders, your head falling back onto his. He whispers compliments to you, saying how good you were for him and how beautiful you are, warming your heart.
Once he's done washing you off he cleans himself quickly before turning the water off, helping you out before wrapping you in a towel. You both dry yourselves off and get dressed. "So, I can still sleep in your bed, right?" You ask teasingly. "Are you kidding me? As far as I'm concerned, you can sleep in my bed every night." He replies, making you giggle. You're still laughing as you open the bathroom door, Jungkook following you out, but you stop as you see six men standing in the living room, smiling at the both of you leaving the bathroom together. 
"Yes! My plan worked!" Taehyung shouts, throwing his hands in the air triumphantly. Your cheeks turn bright red as you turn, burying your face in Jungkook's chest. "Come on, Y/N. You guys can stop staring now." Jungkook mutters before grabbing you by the wrist, pulling you to his room, where he spends the rest of the night comforting you and making you feel not so embarrassed.
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factorialsfandoms · 2 years ago
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I would like to gently hug all of them, but like... I wasn’t going to say anything other than a tag that Four and Wars deserve to infodump on everyone else too, but then your tags made me feel things, so... Thoughts:
Legend at first being too afraid to even go through the portal to his own world. It comes a few times before he finally enters it, and even then only if someone comes with him. Clings to Warriors’ hand (or whomever is closest if he can’t find him quickly) until the portal goes, or he’s brave enough to enter. After time and many trips proving he will come back and its not about an adventure he cautiously goes alone, but also still sometimes he can’t manage it. Has to bring someone else. It’s just far, far, far too much. (And so its only going with Legend that the others do mini adventures in his time, but not even really adventures more just... ending up in a random cave and getting lost and Legend needing to drag them home for dinner. Sheerow follows and keeps an eye on them just in case). ... Legend also getting really scared that when of the others visits their home time they either won’t come back, /or/ will come back only after another adventure that’s broken them as much as him.
But yes! Vacations! I wonder how long before Legend’s era Time’s is, because if its about 500 years they could even go to Labrynna and he could know people there. From Oracle of Ages. Even if not, he could see places he knows in an earlier time. Already being a bit familiar with them does help the anxiety a bit. Though... I imagine it still takes a lot to get him on a boat to go on holiday. So maybe they’d need places with land borders first. They /call/ the holidays mini adventures, but the most adventurous thing they do is accidentally get sand in Malon’s tea and get chased across the beach, or attempt to mirror each other in symmetry city and so keep the balance, or get a /little/ bit lost in a forest. (Okay a lot of a bit lost but that’s besides the point). Chill post-canon hyjinks to stave off the wanderlust which is embedded in all of their souls.
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#i also adore the idea of the portals popping up to take the stir crazy ones on lil low stakes adventures#but i think a lot of them would be .. scared to go#ESPECIALLY legend. unless he Knows it's taking him back to his home era Temporarily to visit fable and ravio.. he ain't goin#he's too scared of the possibility that it'll warp him to a world he's never seen that needs saving#legend's been on 7 adventures counting lu. that's more than Double the amount most of the others have been on themselves#he's Almost gone on as many as all of their adventures COMBINED#i genuinely do not think he could Handle another one. i think mentally and physically He Would Break#i LOVE the idea of them going on lil vacations though .............that's so cute#i also think ledge would be . a bit on edge abt that too. but he'd have the others to keep him calm and take it slowly#still terrified of being dragged into a journey just cuz he happens to be at the ''right'' place at the ''right'' time#but just Being w the others.... it makes him feel safe :)#and yeah im right there w u i refuse to acknowledge the concept of them all growing old <3333#the idea of wars and ledge specifically growing old together is so sweet and it has my entire heart
Okay! Actual ranch au question time - until the ranch is expanded, who is sleeping where? Because that seems like absolute chaos. Also like. Which of them struggle the most adjusting and in what ways? Not just the why, but the little things they do that make it obvious. I guess maybe even what little things all of them carry over from their befores? (Sorry just... rambling whatever things that came to mind)
just like when they were adventuring, they pretty much settle wherever ! most of the time that involves a big cuddle pile in the living room <3 it's basically turned into a glorified guest bedroom for a while until time can get to planning the expansions and getting help from all of them to build them. the boys r used to sleeping like that anyway, so they don't mind it at all—they missed each other after being separated, so cuddling is always nice
it Is chaos though. a living room is smaller than an entire clearing they might've set up camp in during their journey. their bags and shoes take up like an entire fourth of the kitchen where the front door is, and u better believe the kitchen is very crowded during meal time GVIEAGYV they basically have to remodel the Entire house—they're accommodating for 8 extra people after all! plus,, time and malon only have one bathroom when the boys first start living there . winces in sympathy
all of them struggle to adjust a little, some more than others. legend is So very not used to just,,,, lounging around. he's not used to staying in one place, and he's Definitely not used to not spending all of a precious break preparing for the next day of traveling. he struggles to sit still and get into that mindset of just,, relaxing and living. he seems rly tense and unwilling to let his guard down for a while before he's able to truly let himself lounge around
it's a bit jarring for wars to not have Anything pressing to do as well. he's,,, Always doing smth, whether that be tending to his troops back "home," finishing up paperwork, going to meetings, makin sure the chain is alright,,, u name it. he's a rly busy guy. so now that he's just....... sitting here ..............................doing fuck all, it's very odd for him. he's almost Forgotten how to relax
wars sticks himself to odd jobs around the ranch; old projects time had that never got done, touching up the house, Cleaning the house, helping w the horses. time Knows what he's doing (the fear of being thrown out is still fresh in wars' mind,,, time hates that that's been drilled into him so ruthlessly growing up). and he Knows that wars will lose his marbles if he has nothing to do, so time ends up givin him,, Simple jobs . jobs that won't utterly destroy his still-young bones, but will still occupy him
after a Long while—many reassurances and the chain being ever so patient— wars manages to,, unlearn that lesson, at least a little bit. he stops being paranoid abt abandonment when he takes a day to just relax, and even though it's not a straight shot to recovery and wars definitely has days where he buries himself in work and acts like they'll instantly kick him out if he doesn't do the dishes, he's getting there. he takes up reading a lot again :) and even starts writin that book he'd always wanted to
sky has to adjust to living On Ground . he walks outside and surprisingly isn't in vague danger from falling off an island and to his death, and that's . an adjustment GVIYEAGV he misses touching the clouds. his favorite spot to hang out is on top of the roof where he can feel the wind a bit better. he naps there
wind misses the sea and his family, but rly he takes the change quite well. he's finally back to Being a Kid and,, sliding down the hall on socked feet and stealing cookies from malon's trays and annoying (/aff) his brothers relentlessly <3 a chunk of his childhood was kinda stolen away right along w his sister, but maybe bein here will allow him to make up for at least some of it
another who takes the change in stride is twi :) living on a ranch is definitely in his comfort zone and he loves staying there—absolutely adores giving a helping hand and tending to the animals. i think the strangest part for him is Living With Time . he's past the shell-shock of it by now, of course, but he's still aware it's so so strange . if Future Twi had come to Past Him during his journey and pointed to the Hero's Shade and said "that'll be ur father figure and you'll live on a nice lil ranch together w all ur homies" twi would have thought the weird fog permeating the realm he'd been put in was eating away at his braincells.
can't think of anything else for the other boys atm, but i do know that it's an adjustment for All of them to see time so,, peaceful and happy. once he has everybody together and settled down, no more dangers threatening the lives of his kids, he'sSo fucking relieved. the first morning after everybody is there is such a surreal experience. it's their first breakfast in a home that may just be permanent for once, and hearin all the chaos of 10 people in a small kitchen and his family playfully shoving each other to get to the ketchup, he just Smiles . it's the noisiest breakfast him and malon have ever experienced and yet they Cherish the sound
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Relationship Advice for Couples
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Doesn’t it desire a dream to be during a sacred relationship like a wedding with the person you love and love? however, at an equivalent time does one usually feel and concern that sometime you may rouse from this lovely dream—realizing that the spark, magic, and intensity area unit all gone out the window which protestant, blaming and golf stroke one another down is that the daily norm?
Well, then this post may be a should scan for you as we tend to share the most effective and proved relationship recommendation for couples to re-ignite fireplace, passion, and like to nurture a healthy and happy relationship. Before we tend to start, there's one issue each couple should perceive which is “coupling up is also advanced however the foundations for creating it last and work aren't.” the aim of sharing this can be that a bit effort goes a protracted approach. Be the one to form things right rather than blaming or expecting your partner to repair your relationship.
The natural course of matrimony is downstream, however, if {you area unit|you're} able to paddle against the present then here are some relationship recommendation for you:
Stop being jealous
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This one ought to be thought-about as an important Relationship recommendation for you. you've got to interrupt Free From Your Jealousy! Jealousy may be a relationship killer.
It’s an awfully negative and dangerous feeling and maybe avoided the maximum amount as attainable. once you act possessive along with your partner, they feel it. you need to bear in mind that they're not your property, and you shouldn’t wish them to be. Jealousy sometimes comes from a scarcity of confidence. jealousy will cause you to behave like mad, do and say things that you just can most likely regret later.
If {you feel|you area unit feeling|you're feeling} that you just are a jealous person, don’t worry, this can be not one thing that can't be puzzled out.
You should initial develop your confidence. Take a glance at our ten tips for up your confidence, the following pointers will certainly assist you.
Ease the stress
Cut the unspoken tension between the 2 of you by speech positive things to your partner. begin by passing a minimum of a pair of or four compliments significantly speaking regarding your partner’s specifics, like what you admire and love regarding them. as an example ‘I love your sense of humor. You were therefore funny last night at the party’.
Stop Being a Critic
It’s true that criticism on some occasions, particularly at the first stage of an ontogeny relationship feels sensible and constructive. however, you actually ought to stop being a critic the least bit times, particularly once attachment the knot. Couples should learn to understand the great and therefore the dangers. bear in mind that to nurture a healthy relationship that lasts, choose less and admire a lot of! Appreciate one another more the approach they're.
When you criticize less and appreciate a lot, you'll unconsciously be ready to facilitate your partner to be the most effective version of themselves by building their vanity and self-worth. So, be conscious of being crucial to your partner every and each time they are doing one thing that you just don’t like. it'll be arduous at the start however if you aim to tune it down and build your partner feel nice regarding themselves, you'll shortly be ready to see the positive impact of this act on your relationship.
Do Fun Things along
Sometimes, inhabitation underneath one roof will zap the fun out of your life as one or two. As you get occupied with family chores and work life, you hardly get to pay time with one another. So, don’t let this happen!
Plan fun pic nights along with your beloved or volunteer along to pay quality time with one another. you'll be able to even attempt arising with alternative fun things that you just each genuinely get pleasure from doing along, like taking a spontaneous road trip. Keep the naturalness alive in your relationship in order that things don’t become boring.
Communicate and categorical Your Love Physically
As the relationship matures, physical contact could decrease. though this can be one thing natural, it will occur because the couple grows apart. Therefore, it's extraordinarily vital to speak and categorical your emotions, love, and feelings physically, as usually as you'll be able to.
Say ‘yes’ to sex even once you’re not 100 percent within the mood. Spice things up with arousal, attractive texting, and by making an attempt new things within the bedchamber. All this can be vital to strengthen your bond along with your partner and keep the flame burning.
Learn to mention many thanks and Sorry
We often take our partner without any consideration while not realizing it. And that’s once things begin to travel wrong. This brings North American country to our next relationship recommendation which is to mention ‘thank you’ usually whenever your partner will one thing for you, even for the littlest of things like creating occasional or doing the laundry. These 2 easy words ‘thank you’ will build a large distinction. it'll build the one that you love to feel appreciated and not taken without any consideration. Likewise, don’t look forward to associate degree apology once a fight; be the larger person and make an apology initial instead. speech sorry, even once you grasp that it wasn’t your fault, will facilitate take tension between you 2 and show what quantity you look after the opposite person.
Validate one another
Validation is very important to nurture a healthy relationship as a result of it provides the emotional security that couples ought to feel happy and safe. the most effective thanks to trying this is to concentrate on your partner once they area unit in distress while not the urge of fixing, evaluating or finding things.
Remember that no feelings area unit invalid. even though you afflict the purpose of reading of your partner, you don’t invariably got to say it aloud. Learn to regulate it and provides them an opportunity to speak. simply validate them by speech ‘I hear you’, ‘I acumen you feel’, ‘I will imagine however arduous it should be for you’, or ‘ I perceive why you're feeling this way’.
If you validate them flatly, they're going to grasp that you’re a secure ally and on their aspect. And let’s simply say that this could work wonders once it involves establishing a contented and secure relationship.
Let Go of Perfection
To stay happy, couples ought to dropping of perfection. By this, we tend to mean to stop having surreal expectations from your partner. Such expectations may be venomous and destroy a growing relationship. it's advisable to go away area for imperfectness and don’t assume that each one of your wants is going to be consummated all the time and to your expectations. notice happiness in imperfectness as a result of if things and folks area unit excellent, won’t or not it's boring?
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testicularmanslaughtrr · 5 years ago
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I just...im so sick of doing things just for no reason. I make art that doesnt matter, I write things that dont matter, I spend hours thinking about things that really dont matter.
That post going around "decades almost up, talk about what you accomplished!" And like...i have nothing.
I did nothing, at least nothing to be proud of? And i feel like im hurtling towards just, even more nothing. And I dont know how to get out of this loop.
I am trying to work on my stupid fucking story but it keeps going like a roller coaster. Slamming between "i've come too far to not keep going! If i work hard it'll be worth it" and "why the FUCK are you wasting time on something so STUPID???" I dont even feel smart enough to do this, but I'm pushing myself to just...finish something, fucking anything.
I hate this feeling, this miserable feeling of just being so small and so insignificant. I have no future, as far as i can see? Is this that like "suicidal people who live to an age they never thought they'd get to dont know what to do" thing?
Im just a lonely loser who doesnt even know how to talk to their own fucking friends and just sits alone hating themself and watching other people's talents wishing I had my own. Im mediocre. Always have been, always will be. I wasted my life, i wasted my time, and I'm not qualified to be ANYTHING.
Only talent i have is crying on social media in some feeble attempt to not feel so alone. Crying in public is...kind of like socializing right? Other than that just...nothing.
And i cant even talk about it with anyone? Which just makes it feel more futile. No one has any advice, and i dont even know what anyone COULD say at this point that could make me feel better? Everyone just says the same "youre not dumb, youre not stupid, you have lots of talents, blah blah" and like, it sucks because i know theyre wrong?
I am dumb. Im pretty fucking dumb, the whole reason im struggling is because trying to learn new skills or improve my current skills has proved fruitless because i cant understand any new information, it just confuses me. So...like by that logic idk if i can improve? Im not talented ENOUGH at least by my standards. Everything i do is like..okay, but okay in that sense of your friends smile and say "oh cool!" And immediately forget about it. It feels like showing an uninterested parent a drawing while theyre watching tv. No one outside of people who have to like me even look at my stuff. Just sketch books and thousands of wips that mean nothing and lack any professional or appealing polish to matter in any capacity. It's a sucky feeling.
This is going to be weird BUT i dont...like making things for me. Why would i? I fucking hate myself. Why would i want to make something for ME?
Sorry to just mope but like...i keep going in this loop of feeling like a failure, trying to convince myself im worth anything, failing at that, and just the cycle of stupidity continues.
The winter brings a lot of complicated thoughts every year. The cold, the dark, the looming new year. I feel like Im running out of time to do something that matters.
I cant even muster up some touchy feely ""well at least i positively affected peoples lives!!1"" because...i havent? I can make a joke or two, i compliment people and then i dont talk to them ever again. Or once a month. Or just one word replies until i just...stop because i can feel what an annoying idiot im being. I never know what to say, i never know what to do, and Ive long just accepted my role as a fair weather friend. Like...i have friends i care about very VERY much and then existing at the same time as me makes me feel very lucky. But i dont think i deserve to call myself anything meaningful to them. I dont expect to ever really cross anyone's mind. Like ever? I guess i just imagine i dont exist when not directly interacting with people. Ouch actually, there it is.
That old feeling is back, worse than ever. I feel fucking invisible again. Bluh.
So fuckin stupid lol
Sorry. I had to get this out. Idk WHY BUT I STILL CANT CRY???? AND IT'S FREAKING ME OUT!
Hahaha
Lately i struggle with the concept of doing things for fun instead of doing something productive!
But nothing i do is productive so
:^)
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