#and then her rant about choice and how the baby has none

[ninoochat]

honestly? queen shit

[jellykyunnie]

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╰┈➤ ❝ [ I'm willing to bind myself to you] ¡! ❞

Jinwoo had always been curious about the little red string attached to his finger. He had this way before his regression. His mother always told him that he is lucky that he can see his red string, it meant that he would find his lover faster than anybody else would.

Does he, a man who really could care less about fantasy romance— Find this whole thing cheesy? Definitely.

While others would certainly start flipping rocks just to find their 'one true love'; Jinwoo did none of that.

He had priorities to deal with.

Such as suddenly becoming the patriarch of the family due to his father going missing, trying to provide care to his mother who has come down into a coma, and taking care of his dear baby sister on top of that.

Jinwoo probably got into debt in the process of trying to shoulder all the financial problems.

Would you really think he had some time for romantic relationships and much less go hunting for a needle in a haystack?

However... He did have some small chemistry with Hae-in, though, it felt more shallow than anything. After all, they only met a few times and decided to roll with it just because.

It felt... Empty so to speak.

They say that romance feels like a tidal wave, once it comes— It overwhelms you with such force you'd have nothing more choice than to kneel before it and surrender yourself to it's mercy.

But Jinwoo couldn't feel any of that with Hae-in.

Don't get him wrong, she is a wonderful person. Kind, pretty, all that and whatnot.

But what can he do if a heart does not want what it wants?

His red string wouldn't be reacting neither. Not a glow, not a tug, no nothing.

Jinwoo would eventually find himself just ignoring the little red string until the time he regresses.

Heck, he even forgot about it even if it's literally tied to his very own finger.

And as he traversed the long hallways of his school, hands shoved in his pockets while listening to his friends banter around him— He felt a soft tug on his finger.

"H-hey! Knock it off, I wanna pull for Aventurine myself!" A voice would erupt his bewilderment as a sharp tug at his finger pulls again. "Iseol!"

He looks back to see your figure running after your friend who had taken your phone.

"Huh..." Jinwoo hums, shaking his head and turning away.

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Jinwoo felt entirely restless after that little meeting. It's not like he caught a proper glimpse at you, your back was turned the entire time.

And yet he finds himself completely fidgety. His sister even rants that he had been pacing for hours if she wouldn't snap him out of his little trance.

Has he lost his mind over a girl he hasn't properly seen? Definitely.

Is it the effects of the red string? Not impossible.

"Goddamnit!" Jinwoo sighs, ruffling his head and flopping onto the bed.

"My liege..." Beru's small voice calls out. "My lord, you are... Anxious."

"Tell me about it" Jinwoo scoffs, groaning through his pillow.

"...My liege, I have her scent, do you wish to track he—"

"You do?!" Jinwoo perks up, staring intensely at his soldier before mentally slapping himself. "Ack... No, don't make me a creep"

He felt frustrated, why would he do that? Why should he? He might as well spend his time in jail for even trying to entertain the idea of stalking you.

Jinwoo's gaze would then absentmindedly drift towards the red string on his ring fingerz nothing how much vibrant it's color is now compared to before.

Was it your doing? Maybe.

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He told himself not to be a creep and yet found himself somewhat lingering around you. All the little things about you, he started taking note of.

From memorizing the frequent pastries you buy from the cafeteria, to the drinks you often buy from the vending machine, and even trying to overhear the games you play on your phone.

It was really just curiousity.

After all, he can't help but find it cute on the way your eyes would perk up as you ramble on to your friends about some lore or complaining about some game mechanics because of how hard it was.

Jinwoo was just about to leave you to your own devices until your voice ripped through the air—

"AVENTURINE!!!!" You cheer, standing up immediately and pacing back and forth. "HE'S HOME, AFTER SACRIFICING 30 DOLLARS FOR THIS DAMN BASTARD HE'S HOM—!!!!"

Your heart dropped immediately as your shoe got caught over on a crack— And for sure you were going to land but instead a hand would reach out to hold your shoulder and keep you steady.

"Easy there," Jinwoo says, helping you stand straight.

"!!!!" You panic, pulling away with your face entirely flushed. "I-I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to!..."

"Wait, calm down—...." Jinwoo wasn't even given a second any longer to speak as you dashed away in a frenzy.

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Your heart is beating out of your chest, your lungs are barely catching any breath as you coughed, the noises you made akin to whistles while trying to gasp out for air.

It's tight.

Painful.

Your hands are sweating, trembling as if it's suffering from frostbite.

Is it fear?

No.

It's just how you react after being way too dangerously close to the person you adored so much.

His eyes.

God those grey eyes.

Long lashes, a high nose bridge, thin peach lips, and that agonizingly relaxing scent on him— Gods.

Not to mention his height, he was like a tower. And those broad shoulders underneath his baggy clothing that hid the muscular form underneath—

Sung JInwoo will be the death of you.

You had been avoiding him ever since coming here.

How long has it been?... Ah... It's been 3 years since you arrived in this world.

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It was supposed to be your doctor's appointment. Since you have arrived an hour earlier from your check-up, you decided to stroll around the mall first.

Okay, you weren't really taking a stroll.

Your strides are purposeful and hurried, the goal is clear:

Get to the bookstore.

As you recalled, it should be at the other end of the mall.

It didn't matter how long you're going to walk, you needed to see if it's there. Nothing is more important than that.

Taking the elevator down and nearly having a heart attack from the sound of it creaking as it took you to the lower level; you stepped out and dashed immediately to the entrance.

Glancing around like a madman, you scoured the large and intimidating place before deciding to enter completely and attempt to look for the section you needed to be in.

Passing by interesting books wasn't the goal, and after almost 3 minutes of going in circles you finally saw the section you needed to be in.

As soon as your eyes landed on the cover of the book you have been searching for— You had to swallow your squeals.

Your hands however? They were shaking so bad.

You paced back and forth for a bit before finally deciding to reach out on the book and take it out of it's shelf cautiously.

Taking a deep breath, you gently pry open the thing and feel your heart flutter.

"Jinwoo-ah...." You mumble, giggling quietly as your eyes dilate into heart shapes at the sight of the precious man you cannot stop obsessing over.

Carding your digits carefully on the fine paper, your stroke Jinwoo's face on the page delicately like you were handling the most fragile little thing ever.

You can't help but admire him all the more as you silently freak out like a madman in the aisle.

He was so handsome.

And now that you can physically run your fingers across the pages while crushing on him felt a whole lot different.

You had about a decent amount of money on you, it should be fine. As you reach for your little bag, you hear some crackling above your head.

The next thing you knew? You were suddenly shrouded in darkness.

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You assume you must have died that day while shopping for your first ever solo leveling purchase. After all, you suddenly woke up in an unfamiliar apartment.

It tooka while to get used to it, but apparently you're in seoul living alone in a decent apartment with a black card containing a lot of money.

Complaints? Nowhere.

— Except that Solo Leveling doesn't exist in this world.

Did you have a literal mental breakdown over it? He yeah.

Big tears, pathetic sniffles and nasty snot. All that.

You cried like a toddler just because you cant do your monthly ritual of rereading solo leveling and admiration of Jinwoo anymore.

So with salty tears you grab a pencil and paper to start sketching him down. If you can't read, mind as well draw the image of him when it's still fresh.

It took 3 weeks to recover, and in youur room, your desk is full of Jinwoo's sketches. It isn't the same as the manhwa but it's the best you could do.

It took another 2 to finally come to terms with your new reality.

You're rich, mind as well live life, right?

You even enrolled to a highschool. After all, k-dramas are always centered around that part of life. Why not experience it yourself?

After successfully buying all of your school materials, you glance down at your ring finger and notice a delicately tied red string.

Huh...

That wasn't there yesterday.

Picking at it and attempting to take it off didn't work. So after an hour of struggling, you gave in and let it be.

Maybe the string was proof that you had died.

And maybe it was a sign that this is your purgatory. Or not, everything is way too normal except for no Jinwoo.

So heh....

But ah, it wasn't part of your plans to see a figure... Way too familiar.

Tall, dark, and handsome.

Three words and you associate it with only one person.

Amidst the crowd of students lined up on the grounds your eyes zeroed in instantly on a single boy who stood out amongst everyone.

No way... Right?

That piercing gaze, the fluffy hoodie, and a glove on his left hand.

That was Jinwoo's appearance when he regressed in time and went into highschool.

Shit.

Isn't your uniform similar to Jinah's?

You should've realized in the first place.

Wait no, you're not really mad it's just!... Jinwoo... Seeing him on the crowd, the probability of meeting him in the hallways isn't zero.

How are you going to survive? Is this why there isn't solo leveling in this world?

Because this world is where the protagonist lives?

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And that is the story of how you arrived here in this world. During the 2 months of being in school, you occasionally passed by Jinwoo, and in each fleeting moment you had to hide in the washroom to try and calm yourself from your panic. Your heart would beat as if it's going to explode, your breathing would be erratic each time that you cant really take a breath.

You always knew that meeting him will quite take a toll on you because you loved him so much, but you didn't think it would be this bad that you look like you're having a panic attack.

Stay Calm.

You need to stay calm. If you pass out from fangirling over your precious idol it'll be embarassing as hell.

Calm down.

You need to calm down.

It's not like he actually saw you, it'll be fine.

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No, it wasn't fine.

Somehow, crossing paths with Jinwoo became more uncharacteristically frequent. It's to the point that you needed to actively avoid his usual walking routes.

Is it stupid to hide from someone who has the ability to locate anyone at any given moment? Yes.

Will you still keep doing it? Yes.

You don't hate Jinwoo, you just cant handle being around him knowing how much adoration you hold inside your heart and knowing that he will never be yours.

It should be around this season when Jinwoo asks Chae Hae-in out and kisses her under the falling snow.

It isn't december 24th yet but... Does it matter?

She's so lucky, having someone like him to admire her.

The only thing you have with you is a lonely life with money.

As well as this stupid red string wrapped around your finger.

What is it meant to represent anyway? A lover?

Surely not.

Who would love you?

The sad, pathetic, lonely, and broken you who doesn't belong in this world.

Just like your previous life and this one, you feel an awful sense of alienation that is unpleasant. The kind of loneliness that eats at your heart every single day.

"Ah, you're here?" A voice from behind you makes you jump and instantly whip your head around.

"A-ah..." You panic, recognizing the familiar grey eyes.

"Now, don't even run away." Jinwoo simply says, smiling.

It made you gulp honestly, something about that grin made you feel like he's willing to pull you into the land of eternal rest if you do.

"U-uhm..." You sputter, fidgeting.

"Not even wearing gloves in this weather?" He inquires, pulling the gloves off of his hands and gently taking yours.

"..."

The red string on your finger tingled, glowing softly as the broken ends binded itself to the strings on Jinwoo's finger.

"How cute" Jinwoo interrupts the silence. "Even if you run away now, these strings will keep us binded."

"W-wait!" You panic, utterly confused as you look up at him.

"I won't force myself on you," He says, his gaze moving from the strings to your eyes. "But I do want to court you properly,... If you'll let me."

"....."

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"That's the story of how me and your daddy got together," You hum softly, caressing your fingers softly against your stomach that is now holding a four month old growing baby.

"What a cute bedtime story," Jinwoo chuckles, approaching from the door and pecking your forehead. "Now, shouldn't you be asleep, hm? My pretty wife needs a lot of rest since you're carrying our little ball of sunshine"

"I just couldn't help it..." You pout at him, and he only pinches your cheek before leaning down to kiss your stomach.

"Mhm, I can tell" He shakes his head while gently pulling the blanket over you. "Go to sleep, jagiya. I still need to shower after a long day at the office"

"Please hurry..." You ask softly, tugging at his sleeve.

"I will" Jinwoo promises, leaning in to kiss your forehead again. "So go to sleep."

꒰ 🪼 A/N: Sorry for the inactiveness ahhh... I'm quite burnt out as of late and I've been doing some commissions as well as running errands www. I'll postpone the cai requests for a bit longer ahhh... I have to make assassin au too ejshrgshs. Oh well, here's to praying I figure out wth I want to do with assassin au ꒱

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ — All stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[morganbritton132]

Adding onto Steve's crime spree from this (and this and this)

Eddie has determined that he's not asking the right questions in life.

Is he questioning the man? Yes. Every day.

Is he asking Wayne for help when his van shits the bed on Thursday? No. When his van is still unusable come Saturday, did he ask his friends if he could catch a ride to band practice? No.

Did he ask if he could get a ride home? Also no.

It's raining and Eddie regrets his life choices so hard, he doesn't notice the Porsche 928 until it blows through the crosswalk he was about to step onto. He's hit with a tidal wave of frigid early November street water because, of course, he is.

"Fuck's sake," Eddie swore, pushing his wet hair out of his face. In his perphery, the Porche slams on its breaks and rolls back into the crosswalk beside him, but he barely notices. Talking to the driver, the world, or god, Eddie does not know when he rants, "Thanks! Thanks for that, I really need pnumonia. Thanks for bestowing-"

"Sorry, man," Steve says, an apologetic wince sticking out of the open window of the Porche. "Wanna ride? I can take you where you're going."

Eddie looks at the car, then at Steve, and then back at the car and signs, "...Fine, but only because this car is beautiful and not to expunge your guilt."

"Dude, I don't think a sponge is going to help."

Eddie rolls his eyes but sticks his guitar in the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat. He has to physically stop himself from touching everything. He's never even seen a Porche before, wow.

Steve's in the driver's seat looking like he's dying for Eddie to ask about the car so he can talk about it. Honestly, Eddie wants to ask about the car. He probably should have asked about the car but instead, he shakes the water out of his hair like a dog as payback.

"C'mon, man," Steve complains, wiping the water off his face. "Watch the leather."

Eddie gives him directions and then bites the bullet. He asks the wrong question, "You trade in the Beamer?"

"No way. That's my baby," He says. "I'm just borrowing this lady."

The conversation is actually nice. None of Eddie's friends know anything about cars but Steve seems to know a lot. He can almost forgive the guy for being a jock and the psychological warfare he's bestowed onto Eddie's brain the past week and a half, but then-

“It sounds like - shit," Eddie says, echoing the same sentiment as Steve at the sight of flashing red and blue lights in the rear view. A question he should've been asking all along occurs to him, "Did you steal this car?"

Steve gives him an annoyed look and then rolls down his window, smiling that All-American smile, "Heya, Hop. Didn't think you were working today."

"This car was reported stolen."

Eddie swears, sinking into the leather with the hopes that it eats him. Steve doesn't even hesitate, "Let me guess, Mrs. Woolledge? Crazy she knows what all her neighbors are doing but not that her kid's on dope."

Hopper doesn't say anything and the silence is loud so Steve adds, "It's not stolen. It's my dad's car. I have permission."

"From your dad?" Hopper asks, getting an annoyed nod from Steve. "Same dad that's out of town?"

"Well, Hop. There's this thing called a phone."

"You get that MRI...right? Throw the keys out the window," Hopper says. Eddie's mentally preparing on how he's going to explain this to Wayne when he calls from jail. Steve protests. Hopper demands, "Throw. The keys. Out. The. Window. Now."

Steve seems to realize that he's pushing his luck because he does just that. He even gets out of the car when Hopper tells him to. Hopper tells him to get in his truck and Steve straight up lies, "Hop, I'm taking my friend home. We're working on a school project together. At his house.”

Eddie curses Steve's entire bloodline from start to finish when Hopper lookings directly at him still in the car, "That true?"

Say no. Say you don't know him. Say you know nothing. Say anything but, "Yes."

"What subject?'

"History," Steve says at the same time Eddie says 'Art' and then rolls his eyes, "Art history, yeah?"

Hopper nods like he thinks they're full of shit and then tells them both to get in his truck.

Steve protests but more about leaving the car on the street than anything else while Eddie briefly thinks about the psychic his mom used to know. He wonders if she could curse someone for real. Maybe he can call her from jail.

He's fully ready to see the police station that he fails to realize where Hopper's going until they’re in Forest Hills. He turns and looks at both of them and says, "I'd like to know what grade you get on this project."

"Aye, aye, Captain," Steve says with a salute, pulling Eddie out of the car. Once they're inside, Steve peaks out the blinds like, "Yeah, he'll sit there for a while. He thinks I'm lying. Wanna smoke?"

Eddie is baffled, "No."

"Okay," Steve shrugs and flops down on the couch. He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and adds, "Spare key. We just gotta wait until he's gone and can circle back for your guitar."

The only thing Eddie can think is, “what the fuck” and he doesn’t even know which part he’s talking about.

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

You're My Coney Island Baby

Summary: Julie headcanons

TW/CWs: None

A/N: Whipped up some headcanons + her relationships with the club. This is a quick thing I did cause I wanted to get it out there before I forgot lol

NAME: Julie (no one really knows her last name)

FAVORITE SHIT: Barbie, Bratz, Rainbow Brite, Strawberry Shortcake, Teen magazines, Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, Keanu Reeves, Juicy Couture, Lisa Frank, Paris Hilton, Hillary Duff, Romcoms 

Moved from Wall Street to Eltingville so her dad could take care of her sick grandma. If you let her, she’ll rant about how sucky it is “living in the forgotten borough” and wishes she was back at the penthouse

Very shy. Like, to the degree where she’ll take a dangerous path back home just to avoid her peers at school. 

A HUGE room. Stepping in makes you feel like you’re in a Disney Channel set; animal print bed sheets, shelves upon shelves of dolls she collected (from childhood to actual collector’s item), as long as a toy chest with stuff she still plays with. That’s not even getting into her closet or bookshelves

Speaking of shelves, they’re filled to the brim with those teen magazines. She follows them like the Bible itself. To her, they’re the only source in which she can learn how to be a “normal” teen (this often translates to awkward fashion choices)

Overweight, so shopping is done exclusively through Torrid or those older women stores (IE; Lane Bryant, Avenue). It embarrasses her that she has to shop there for her clothing, but she makes do. 

Often carries a Juicy Couture bag with her, containing an IPod, sketchbook, hand cream, pads, loose chapsticks, tickets she can’t let go of, and maybe a hair tie to put her hair in a loose ponytail. 

Undiagnosed autism. Her father, while a good man, just thinks she’s “different”. Sure, he’s concerned about why she collects dolls past the age of 10, but still buys them for her cause it’s all she really talks about. She also has tics that are considered “unnerving”, but she usually masks those in order to “fit in”

Dreams of working at Dark Horse. Will often spend her free time drawing comics and pin up poses to “develop her style” (it often just ends up being drawings of her crushes)

Surprisingly socially alright in school. She has her clique of friends (who like similar things to her) and is in mock trial. Other than that, she really sticks to the library or the art room.

Speaking of art (yet again), loves analog photography. It’s sort of a hobby of hers; she’ll take pictures using a camera she purchased, send it to Walgreens and get the final products. If she’s desperate/really proud, she’ll pay for a darkroom to develop prints. 

Overall a nice person, once you get past her extreme social awkwardness. 

RELATIONSHIP TO THE ELTINGVILLE CLUB

JERRY: They tolerate each other AT BEST. She absolutely hates fantasy/tabletop games, and gets both bored and confused with DnD. That’s a no go for Jerry, so they normally avoid each other. 

However, they do well as work partners (if you forced them to). Julie thinks he has potential to be a nice person, until he opens up his mouth, then she says “Oh yeah. That’s why I hate him.” At their worst, they’re not afraid of getting physical with each other (who wins these fights? Flip a coin).

JOSH: HATES HIM. Hates him with her whole being, and the feeling is mutual. She’s often mocked for being “Josh’s twin” due to their similar appearance (Overweight, curly hair, likes nerdy things, recluse) and it absolutely pisses each other off. For Josh, he hates that he’s being compared to a “Preppy Jabba the Hutt”. For Julie, it’s being compared to “An overweight monster you see in those Barbie movies”. 

If they see each other in the same room, they’ll have a “stand off” until one of them goes (usually Julie, as she hates confrontation). However, she’s more likely to win the physical altercation, as simply sitting on his chest and wailing him leaves him a crying mess (but he’s better at insults than her). Overall, put them in a “This is our get-along shirt” if you want to see a fight happening between them. 

PETE: Who? She just thinks he’s weird because of his love for guts and horror, and Pete doesn’t really pay attention to her. 

BILL: She actually met Bill at Joe’s Comic Book shop. She hates to admit this…she did find him cute…like, actually cute, until he opened up his mouth. 

Like Josh, they can't stand each other. They’re two sides of the same coin, and will butt heads over everything. Julie’s not afraid of humiliating herself if it means she wins the argument against Bill (goes double for Bill as well).

However, in the deepest corners of her mind, she has a terrible crush on Bill. That sketchbook is filled to the brim of drawings of Bill as Ken and her as Barbie, living in the dream house. She sometimes dreams about them being Trinity and Neo, John and Claire, Cady and Arron. It sickens her, but also leaves her feeling fuzzy and vulnerable, and that alone makes her want to crawl up and become a black hole. 

Bill doesn’t feel the same way (just don’t ask him who he dreams about in place of Tasha Yar…or Wonder Woman…or Emma Frost

[theepisceswriter]

JJK characters comforting a stressed out/overworked significant other ( Gojo, Nanami, Toji, Mei Mei)

TW: none really apply, GN!reader, headcanon format

GOJO SATORU

He's QUICK to notice the signs when you're under distress, any slight change in your mood and he's on the case like Olivia Benson.

It's during times like these that he really clings to you and is an attentive partner because he's seen what the weight of stress can do to people close to him and he REFUSES to let them succumb to it if there's anything he can do to stop it.

He becomes so soft and vulnerable with you the moment he notices your eyes are a little too bloodshot

"What's wrong baby? Do you want to talk about it? We can lay down if you'd like."

He turns into your therapist for the day and purposefully clears his schedule for the day so you can rant to him for as long or as little as you'd like. You can take it all the way back to drama from grade school if you wanted to and he'd listen genuinely to try and come up with solutions for you.

Did I mention all of this is happening while you're laying on his chest and he's stroking your hair? V U L N E R A B L E !

The moment the source of your stress is identified don't even worry about it anymore, he's most definitely going to take care of it and you.

Oh and he's going to throw you a stress-free themed party with the jjk kids that seems so silly but actually helped all of you in the long run.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami is a stressed out and overworked man in general so you would do your best to hide the fact that you’re stressed out to not add on to his stress, but Nanami isn’t falling for any of that “I’m okay, I swear (:” nonsense when it comes to you. He recognizes those bags underneath your eyes all too well. Not to mention that he can hear you typing away on your laptop and shifting around in bed checking your email at god forbidden hours of the night when you should be sleeping.

He moves in silence for real unlike the people who post those quotes on their IG stories, so you most likely wouldn't even notice that he knows how stressed and overworked you are. You should absolutely know better than to think you're tricking him, when this man gets partners he STUDIES them to a T!

You'll just come home from work and he'll have dinner already made for you along with special pastries that he prepared himself and a night of self-care prepped for you to complete; he's big on acts of service as a love language.

"But Nanami I have wo-" "You didn't ha-" AHT! He's not hearing that, he'll just gaze at you and then motion to the table with his head. You have no choice, this man is going to make sure you're stress-free for certain by the end of the night.

And yes, you are going to get a lecture on the importance of mental health and self care and no you cannot tell him about himself.

MEI MEI

“Darling, why do you work yourself so hard when I can just take care of us?”

Mei Mei is a sugar momma and you can’t convince me otherwise. Half of that money she finesses out of others? Yeah, it’s going towards you and your expenses.

The first sign of distress and she’s sending gifts to your house that she knows will cheer you up. New shoes, a couple of new expensive outfits, some roses, etc, etc.

I also feel like she's a master baecation planner too, so don't be surprised when she sends you that "pack your bags" text at 8pm and the next thing you know you're in Aspen skiing with socialites.

Though, depending on how much she likes you and values you this could be a good or bad thing. If she's not really vibing you like that but thinks you're cute enough to keep around then she's doing all of this just to get you to shut up about ranting to her.

"Stress is just a mindset and one that causes wrinkles so knock that off."

BUT, if she reaaaaallllyy likes you then these are genuinely just the perks that come with having Mei Mei as a girlfriend. Best believe she'll find a moment in the midst of spoiling you when you two are alone to get to the bottom of your stress and help you figure it out.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

He don't give a FAWK what you got going on baby !

I'm just playing yall, he cares but because he's emotionally unavailable its very hard to tell that he cares sometimes.

Hit him with a "I've just been so stressed lately" and he'll hit you with a "So stop stressing 😐" he means well I promise.

It's when he sees it take a toll on your mental health that he gets concerned, or as concerned as someone like Toji can be. Once he notices the fatigue, lack of eating, and dark eye circles his protection instincts kick in. As someone who's traveled into the deepest and darkest parts of his mind, the last thing he wants is for someone he cares about to end up in a place like that because he knows how it feels.

Just like Mei Mei, his acts of service and the amount of support he gives you depends on how far along and serious you two are as a couple.

If you're casual he'll just give you verbal reminders like; "Don't you think you need a break?" "Go eat you look like a witch" "I would suggest a nap to help with those dark circles." He's apart of that sassy man apocalypse we're.

BUT, if you two are locked in then he'll go out his way a lot more to make sure you're comfortable like buying you comfort food, watching a movie or two with you, and fucking to keep your mind off of it.

He'll physically take your work laptop away from you and put it on a high shelf purposefully so you won't be able to reach it. Your job keeps calling you in on your off days? He'll pickup the phone next time and let them know the Toji way why you can't come in. Boss irritating you over a project? Don't let toji see him in person or get ahold of any office numbers!

[bluginkgo]

Wtf am I doing ranting again, you may ask. I was gonna talk about absolute solver again... but then my brain said "Nah, more nuzi." And who am I to refute that argument?

Spoilers, duh

Yes, how fricking typical. A duo of an emotionally scarred emo girl and a retriever puppy boy that get together. But honestly, after being in the usual angst department shipping for a couple of years now, Nuzi is such a refresher. Not to mention, that despite Liam Vickers focusing his story mostly on lore (LORE THAT I CRAVE AND LOVE), he takes time to include little things like nuzi. Nuzi didn't have to happen, but I'm so glad it is pretty much canon. Makes the dark and unbearably scary moments for the duo... bearable. I could go on a whole tangent about these two, but I mostly want to take note of how N interacts with Uzi. (I might do a post later doing the opposite, analysis of Uzi interacting with N.)

To put it simply, N is soft. Wow, Ginkgo what a revelation! (That was sarcasm) I know thank you. But seriously. When he talks to Uzi, his voice softens. Especially taken notice in ep4 during the Falling... for you? scene. Perhaps I'm just dense, or maybe I wasn't paying enough attention when watching the first time, but when N pulled the "therapy session" I was fully expecting for him to chat to her about the murder spree. How fricking wrong I was. N took me by surprise and asked the question that was ACTUALLY bugging Uzi the entire time. Not the killing spree, not the issue with her solver going haywire, not the backstory of her mother. None of that! It was if she was lonely.

"No, don't look. I'm gross and eating people and stuff."

"Yeah, we'll figure that part out. But you know that's not what I mean."

After rewatching the Murder Drones like 20 something times, it still baffles me how he talks to her. Softer, more open, willing to admit he's also scared- despite being a fricking disassembly drone, a demon in the eyes of regular worker drones. I can see where that trust comes from.

Uzi's fought and killed N before. But instead of fighting again, she puts blame on humans that "supposedly" made him.

"Do you really think that the company won't dispose of you, once all the workers are dead?"

Of course, there's way more evidence on how Uzi's comments, mannerisms, and remarks gave N a reason to trust her. There's also something I took notice of. The difference between N's chat with V and Uzi.

In ep3, N is cornered. Uzi and him had a misunderstanding, and V is very hush hush about their past. He has no other place to turn except to V for answers.

"V, if you're hiding something. We can figure this out together!"

He's open, here. Trying to get answers from out of thin air. Now, don't get me wrong. I love V. V is, by far, my most favorite character in the show. I love her violence, sarcasm, and character growth. But because this was only ep3, she's also trying to do what she believes is for the best. And we see why she was very hush hush about their past. N himself said "Not dealing with this great to be immediately honest." When he first lays his eyes upon the experimentation absolute solver was doing in the mansion. In V's perspective, it's better for N to forget. Ignorance is bliss as they say.

You can even see that she's guilty in the following frame for what she was about to do- cut N off literally and figuratively. Of course, since then, V has come a long way. Going even as far as trusting Uzi with everything.

But here's the difference.

"Just avoid another whole spire. Baby steps, together?"

Maybe it's just the moment, maybe it's just simple animation choice. But they made him here uncertain. The same "we can do this together" line, following his attempt with V, is less bright and more uncertain. A question, instead of a statement. He was at least somewhat ready to be shot down again, but instead Uzi met him halfway and took his hand in this big mess. It's these somewhat little moments that build the trust between the two, and what makes Nuzi so wholesome. There's no secret past about them, no big overdramatized misunderstandings. Just two people- or robots- learning how to get through this big mess of the universe ending.

And not to mention that the "together" line comes back to bite on us. The teaser for ep7 and 8 have that line as the last thing we hear.

"...figure things out... together."

I'm probably repeating things people have already said... bite me. I love Nuzi and how they've developed throughout the season. I may be after Murder Drones mainly for lore, but damn me, Nuzi is a really great addition to the entire package.

[backtrails]

⸙  Billy Bob Thornton, sixty-eight, he/him │  there they go,  THE RESENTER,  greenhike’s own  HENRY PREWETT. they’ve lived around here for SIXTY YEARS,  but i mostly see them frequenting  GREENHIKE GENERAL HOSPITAL. if you stop to chat with them, don’t be surprised if they're  GOAL ORIENTED  and  GUARDED,  since people often say they remind them of  A HALF DRANK BOTTLE OF BOURBON, A RING RESTING AT THE BOTTOM OF A RIVER, AND A PORCH LIGHT LEFT ON OVER AN EMPTY DRIVEWAY ALL NIGHT. there’s rumors that they’re at greenhike because  [REDACTED].  do you think it’s true  ? 

Stats

Character Name: Henry Isaac Prewett

Nicknames: None. By all means, give him one.

Face Claim: Billy Bob Thornton

Birthday/Age: February 29th - Leap day baby (68... or 17 )

Residence: Silverridge Heights

Family:

Deceased: Mother

Living: Father (man is 93), ex wife 1-4, at least five kids, maybe grandkids

Zodiac: Pisces

Sexuality: Heterosexual, heteroromantic

Gender/Pronouns: Cis-male, he/him

Occupation: Doctor at Greenhike General

Languages: English

Details

Originally born in the deep south, his parents move to Greenhike at the very start of the town’s inception in 1964 when they first learn of the wellness retreat. They come for the sake of his mother, who would later be the inspiration for Henry’s career choice.

The more time his mother spends at Greenhike, the more often Henry visits. It feels almost natural to be there, and he doesn’t realize the roots spreading through his psyche from their intervention. 

He studies and he feels supported, he even takes care of little bumps and bruises around camp and feels happy to be able to help. Everyone knows the motto of ‘Do No Harm’ and the night that Jericho’s ghost is seen insane the flames, he thinks of it as benediction. No harm was done, his spirit is free. Henry believes in Greenhike and what’s done there. He believes in Jericho. 

(Now he doesn’t. Now he believes in the mind altering abilities of drugs and how easy it is to dose people. He doesn’t believe in ghosts and spirits and if he did, he would believe Jericho showed up in flames because Greenhike led him to burn. Whether or not Henry believes in hell depends on the day.)

His mother is suffering. She hurts and she wants freedom. The family has been in Greenhike for nearly twenty years and Dr. Sullivan is gone, her absence feeling like a pulled tooth, an ache that reminds you things aren’t right. Without her, hope disappears as well, or so it goes for Henry’s mother. She rants and raves and pleads and begs. She makes requests and demands and Henry listens to her. He loves his mother and wants what’s best for her, that’s the entire reason the family came to Greenhike. If Greenhike can no longer help her, someone has to.

First, do no harm. Think of Jericho.

His mother is gone and instead of peace, there’s an ache, and a flat look in his father’s eyes. You name a daughter after your dead mother, but it doesn’t assuage the guilt. Your marriage falls apart and you’re too deep in a bottle to even care.

You don’t care about the end of the second marriage, either. The third marriage is the one that feels the most like love, but even that goes away and you know that you’re the one to blame. The fourth marriage is barely worth mentioning, not even a solid year before you’re calling it quits because it was nothing but a rebound. 

Greenhike is meant to help people, but you feel broken by it and no matter how much of your life has been dedicated to healing, you’ve never managed to fix yourself. Instead, all you seem to do is damage those around you and you can’t figure out how to make it stop.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

FAMILY (IN LAW): Ex wives, kids, siblings in law, step kids, I’m up for plotting all of it. Rough details of his family structure to come. 

PATIENTS: Past, present, this seems fairly standard. Maybe they want to complain about his bedside manner or maybe they’re fixated on him because of how he helped them.

GREENHIKE MEMBERS: Unlikely considering his age, but if anyone remembers him from his time in Greenhike, that would be interesting. Other members trying to lure him back would also be interesting, because I think he may help out if only to try convincing them to leave.

[theunsweetenedtruth]

All This Love (6)

Summary: The coronation ball where it might be T'Challa's chance. Or someone else may catch Nereyda's attention

Previous Part

Pairing: T'Challa x Nereyda (OC) Word Count: 3,476 words Warnings: None A/N: Originally written in 2018. Translations: "Intliziyo yam ingewe": "My heart is yours"

Nereyda walked into the ball, tucking a free strand of hair behind her ear nervously. There were several moments through getting dressed that she second guessed going but, as promised, Nina continued to dress her as if she were a baby doll. She went as far as to shave Nereyda's legs because "you never know who might want to feel up on you." Nereyda had no intention of letting anyone "feel up on her".

As she looked around, she saw Erik standing with a woman she didn't recognize and...Nakia. Before she could turn in the opposite direction, Erik spotted her and called out her name. She had no choice but to go over.

"Hey Nereyda," he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and Nereyda looked at him wildly. That was not how they were; at best, Erik would give her a grunt before launching into speech, usually a rant about Nina and her antics. Affection outside of sex wasn't in his nature.

He turned to Nakia and the other woman. "You guys haven't officially met. Nakia, this is Nereyda. Rey, this is Nakia and her partner, Ife." Nereyda's mind went blank and then exploded as she processed what he had just said. Nakia had a partner. Who was at the ball with her. Who was a woman. And not T'Challa.

Nakia enveloped her in her arms, squeezing tightly. "It's so nice to meet you! I've been dying to meet the woman who has T'Challa in his feelings," she joked. Nereyda let out a nervous laugh. What was even happening?

Before she could contemplate further, a hush fell over the room. Nereyda turned to the front of the room as drummers led the way into the ballroom, Ramonda and Shuri behind them. Then there was another row of dancers and drummers before King T'Challa walked in.

He looked amazing. Nereyda felt between her legs jump at his appearance. He wore all white with gold detailing and...were those sparkles in his hair? She absently noticed their outfits complimented each others'. She wondered how it looked to others, T'Challa's dora standing with his cousin, his ex fiancé, and her lover.

T'Challa took a quick glance around the room before his eyes landed on her. They softened before trailing down her body in the dress he'd bought for her. When they locked eyes again, there was heat in his eyes that scorched through Nereyda and made it hard for her to breathe. They only broke eye contact when Shuri, now standing at T'Challa's right, elbowed him. He looked at her annoyed while Nereyda did her best to catch her breath. It was a mistake for her to come. If he had this affect on her from across the room, then she would hate to see what happened when they found time to speak alone. Before she could make her way to the exit though, a tinkling sound rung out in the room

His memory didn't do her justice. She looked unbelievable in his dress, the see through parts showing glimpses of brown skin he knew would be warm to his touch. His palms itched with the need to have her back in his arms. The way she was looking at him didn't help either; she was biting her lip, a glazed look in her eyes that roamed his body appreciatively. His dick twitched in his pants. She had to know what she was doing to him. When their eyes met, T'Challa couldn't help the heat he knew was in his gaze. He wanted her in the wickedest way, felt like the three months without her had been an eternity. She belong to, under, with him. He was determined she would be back in her place—

A sharp nudge to his side took him from his thoughts. He turned to Shuri annoyance on his face.

"Stop making eyes with your girl and get on with it," she muttered loud enough for him to hear. T'Challa looked around at everyone mingling. The crowd was a mixture of elders and nobility, all here to celebrate him. There were a few press members there to cover the ball, snapping pictures periodically of him, of Shuri, of other attendees. It had only been seconds of his heated interaction with Nereyda. He snuck another glance at her. She looked ready to bolt and he couldn't have that. T'Challa made his way to the dais. Someone tapped a knife against a water glass and everyone quieted.

T'Challa launched into a speech thanking everyone for their presence at what was his official coronation ball. As he spoke, enthralling the audience with his voice, Nereyda lamented at the changes he'd gone through in the time of their separation. He was more confident and charisma oozed out of him. It was hard to tear her eyes away from him. This was a king, someone who went after what he wanted; it was hard to ignore that he counted her among his possessions.

Periodically, he would meet her eyes again before sliding along to the rest of the crowd. It sent shivers up her spice to have his dark gaze on her. He was the Black Panther and she felt like his prey. Nereyda didn't mind.

He launched into his announcement; The Wakandan Outreach Center in Oakland, California. Nereyda pressed a hand to her chest. The idea for the outreach center was something she'd spoken about with T'Challa. It was a dream he and Erik had that she fully supported. Nereyda had held him while he vented his frustrations when he would present it in council meetings, only to have it fail. She felt an overwhelming pride come over her. He'd done it.

"I'm glad to announce that Nakia," he invited her up, "will be heading the center, with assistance from Princess Shuri and Prince N'Jadaka." The four of them on stage presented a strong force. "This is the time for Wakanda to lend out knowledge and resources to the rest of the world. We see and know of the injustices faced in other parts of the world by people who look like us. It is time to empower them in a way their own governments won't. It's time to bring the lost ones home."

Thunderous applause followed his ending and tears welled in Nereyed's eyes. She was so proud of him. He was the king he'd always wanted to be, the man she knew he would become.

After his speech, dinner was served and T'Challa was whisked away to the head table by Ramonda. There were other elders waiting to congratulate him, acting as if they had not been barriers to his success. He listened with half an ear as he watched Erik escort Nereyda to her seat. She would be sitting with Nakia and Ife. He knew they would watch out for her and keep her away from any vultures.

Dinner was immaculate, ofada ride with goat sauce and sweet plantain, injera with dora, and doorway, all T'Challa's favorites. From the head table, he tried to pay attention to what was going on around him but his eyes were constantly drawn to Nereyda. He could barely taste his food, waiting for the moment to mix and mingle.

"T'Challa, you will open the dancing with Nakia." Ramonda's voice sounded next to him. He titled his head at her. Ramonda, like everyone else, knew he and Nakia had ended things. Nakia had brought Ife as her date; T'Challa knew from being around them that their affectionate nature would dispel any reconciliation rumors. Why was Ramonda still holding out hope?

"What reason would I have for starting the ball with Nakia?" He knew she was scheming.

She leaned into him. "I see what is going on here. I saw your dora. You are making a mistake, my son. I promise that the council will not bend to your will about making her your queen."

T'Challa thought about her words. He knew Ramonda was trying to protect him but he wasn't the twelve year old she met when she married his father. He could handle himself against the council. Rising to his feet, he extended his hand to the Queen Mother. Ramonda couldn't refuse him without making a scene. She didn't have anything to worry about. There was a possibility that Nereyda didn't even want him anymore.

He led Ramonda to the dance floor, the music starting up before they started into a waltz. Paparazzi snapped pictures around them. "I know what I'm doing when it comes to Nereyda." Which wasn't completely true but Ramonda didn't need to know that. "I'm asking as your son to trust me. And stop meddling." He was firm with his words. Ramonda smiled ruefully before she nodded. She pressed a hand to his cheek. "Your father would be so proud of the man you've become." T'Challa pressed a kiss to her cheek and escorted her back to her seat.

Next, Nakia met him halfway to the dance floor and they moved in synchronized moves of people who had danced together many times. It was easy and familiar to dance with Nakia; she'd been his best friend before parental scheming forced them together. No matter what, they would have friendship and T'Challa wanted this dance to show that.

Soon, other couples joined them. Over Nakia's shoulder, he saw Erik dancing with Nereyda. T'Challa breathed a sigh of relief. She was still there and that part of the night was going well. Erik dancing with Nereyda, as his second, showed that he accepted her. Entertainment analysts would be on TV tomorrow morning picking through the unspoken words from the night but T'Challa's plan was just getting started.

Ife came to cut in on his dance and T'Challa parted from Nakia with a kiss on the cheek. Before he could make his way to Erik and Nereyda, his path was blocked.

"Surely you have a dance for sister before you spend the evening groveling?" Shuri joked. He twirled his little sister around before answering.

"My sister lives to torture me. This is just one of your ways to make sure I don't get my way." She stepped on his foot in retaliation. He maneuvered Shuri to keep Nereyda within his sight and saw that she was now dancing with...

No. Not M'Baku.

Nereyda was shocked that this man wanted to dance with her. When he cut in on her dance with Erik, she noticed Erik stiffen and she was curious about why his presence evoked that response from Erik. She accepted his offer for a dance.

M'Baku—she learned after he introduced himself and asking for her name in return—was big. Broad shoulders, bulging biceps, thick thighs that were encased in a brown tux. He had a fur iborun across his shoulder and chest that emphasized this his fit chest and waist. A brick wall, but when he grinned at her with his gap teeth, she realized he was big teddy bear more than anything.

"How are you enjoying the ball this evening?" He asked politely.

"It's nice. Everything is so beautiful. I'm actually really self conscious. Everyone is looking at me." It was true. Despite Erik, Nakia, and Ife distracting her, it was hard to ignore the eyes burning holes in the side of her head.

M'Baku threw his head back in laughter, further drawing the attention of those around them. Nereyda took a step back in offense before he soothed her, running a hand down her back and pulled her back into his arms. "You are the most beautiful woman in here. If anything, they are staring at you with envy." His voice was soft, his eyes intense on hers and Nereyda ducked her head at his words. Her cheeks were hot.

It was different to being the center of attention of a man like M'Baku. He was suave in a different way to T'Challa, that was no less intense. He wasn't being shy about his interest for her and his public attention was throwing Nereyda for a loop. For the first time in a long time, she felt butterflies at being in another man's arms.

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I have been watching you since you came in, Nereyda. You have intrigued me with just a glance. I would love the opportunity to spend more time with you."

Nereyda was confused. "Do you know who I am?"

M'Baku twirled her around. "No. And it doesn't matter to me. We will get to know each other as time comes."

Nereyda took her time before answering. "You should know now that I'm a dora." She waited tensely for his reply.

"I don't care about your past. I would like the chance to be a part of your future."

Nereyda shook her head to stop herself from swooning. "No, you don't understand. I was T'Challa's—"

A clearing of a throat separated them.

King T'Challa was standing next to them. Nereyda took in his body language; it clear he was holding himself back from ripping her out of M'Baku's arms. He was not happy.

T'Challa watched M'Baku lean in to whisper into Nereyda's ear and he stopped in his tracks. His eyes were locked on the pair, on the man dancing with his woman, holding his woman. T'Challa crossed the room, leaving Shuri behind on the dance floor. He wouldn't allow M'Baku to steal his opportunity.

When he reached them, they hadn't realized he was there with how wrapped in the conversation they were. He cleared his throat. He saw the stiffening of Nereyda's spine before she and M'Baku raised their heads in unison.

"May I cut in?" he asked trying to keep his voice even. M'Baku looked between them before looking to Nereyda for permission. She nodded and M'Baku walked away. Good. T'Challa wasn't above playing the king card to get time with Nereyda. He said nothing as he swept Nereyda into his arms.

Their first interaction after their last encounter was awkward. The silence loomed between them, not in the comfortable peace that they usually could exist in, but a loud, unmovable force that threatened to choke him.

"I'm glad you came," he started softly. "You look more beautiful than I could have imagined." Nereyda didn't answer and avoided his eyes. T'Challa glanced around and noticed the frequent glances in their direction. "Could we please go somewhere to be alone?"

She finally made eye contact with him, took a deep breath and nodded. T'Challa took a deep breath too. He hoped she would hear what he had to say.

He led her from the ballroom to a parlor room down the hall. The walk was silent but he soldiered on. If after she heard what he had to say she wanted nothing to do with him, he would leave her alone. As they entered, Nereyda sat on the loveseat and T'Challa gingerly sat next to her.

"I didn't know you knew M'Baku." That was not how he wanted to start.

Nereyda's eyes narrowed in anger. "I don't know him. This is my first time meeting him. What? You think I went jumping to the next man with a little bit of power after you?"

T'Challa scrubbed a hand over his face. "No, no of course not. I'm sorry. I don't think that at all." He glanced at her face but her face was still annoyed. He sighed; she wasn't gonna make it easy for him at all. Luckily he wasn't above begging.

"Nereyda I am so sorry. The engagement was just a way to get the council to see things my way. I wasn't expecting you to find out about it before I could explain myself. If Nina hadn't—"

"No, T'Challa. It's on you!" She rose to her feet. "I never got to feel like I was anything more than your dora, your whore. You proposed to someone. Why couldn't you have trusted me enough to tell me the reason the council kept turning you down was because of me?!" It was clear she had figured out the reason the outreach center had never come to fruition until now.

T'Challa rose his feet too. "Because you would have left Nereyda! I didn't want to lose you. I still don't want to lose you." He saw tears in her eyes. "I know I wasn't upfront about my feelings for you but I didn't want to get hurt. In the process I didn't realize that I was hurting you, that you even thought I wanted anyone other than you." He stepped closer to her. "Don't you remember, usana, how I called you mine?" He took her in his arms and she melted against him in that way he remembered in his dreams. "You're mine. My adored one. There is no one else above you in my life. I love you." He looked at her deep in her eyes to convey to her the depth of his feelings. She surged up to her tip toes and pressed her lips to his.

Finally, Nereyda's mind said. His lips were warm and soft, just like she remembered and she felt that heady feeling that only being with T'Challa could evoke. He pressed her closer to his body, cupping the back of her neck to angle her face up to his. He licked the seam of her lips asking for entrance, which she granted feverishly. Their tongues tangled together fighting for dominance. He kissed her like he wanted to make love to her, like he used to make love to her, slow and languishing, keeping her steady when she wanted to move faster. Bast, she loved this man.

Soon, he slowed their kiss to small presses of his lips to her hers, resting his forehead against Nereyda's. Their breathing was ragged and she felt sticky between her legs, all just from kissing. She looked at him but his eyes were closed, his hand caressing down her back to the top of her ass and back up. She knew he was just as affected by their kiss, could feel how hard he was against her belly. Just knowing that she still had that impact on him gave her a rush.

She could hear the faint noise from the party still going on. She knew that someone was bound to realize that he was missing. "T'Challa." He seemed to be in a daze, content to just have her in his arms.

"T'Challa," she tried again.

"Hmm?"

"You have to get back to the ball." As much as Nereyda wanted for them to stay in their own bubble, the real world awaited. There was still so much for her and T'Challa to work through before they could move forward.

He opened his eyes finally, searching Nereyda's face, for what she wasn't sure. He pressed another quick peck to her lips. "I really do love you Nereyda."

Nereyda's heart soared again at his words, but she wouldn't allow herself to fall too quickly again. "I know. I love you too. We'll figure it out," she said caressing his cheek. He grabbed her hand pressing a kiss to her knuckles. "You have to go back to the ball."

"Only if you come with me."

Nereyda thought about it. "I don't think that's a good idea. I need to get home and you have guests to entertain."

The way he was looking at her made her want to bend to his will, submit herself back to his desires but she held strong. Just as he had changed, so had she. After taking in her body language, T'Challa nodded. He grabbed her hand and they exited the room.

He led her to the front of the palace where the Dora Milaje were posted. There was a car waiting in the front. He escorted her to it before opening the door for her and protecting her head as she ducked to enter. After he shut the door behind her, Nereyda rolled the window down.

"I will call you tomorrow. We'll have dinner," T'Challa said.

"Lunch." She knew what would happen if they had dinner.

T'Challa smirked. He knew it too. "Lunch then."

Nereyda smiled at him. "I love you."

"Intliziyo yam ingewe," he pressed a hand to his chest before ducking to press another lingering kiss to her lips. When he straightened back up, he tapped the hood of the car. The car pulled away.

Nereyda looked out the back window to see him still standing there, hands in his pockets. She stared until she couldn't see him anymore and they were out of the palace gates. Then she leaned her head back against the seat.

They would be fine.

Next Part

[junniieesbby]

your fic choices are so good you’re my #1 acc to go to

I noticed the amount of moots you have and I wanted to know what idol would you match with them?

This makes me so happy! Thank you! It was sent to me at a time when I needed to hear it but just now have the chance to answer.

My moots are the cutest people you will ever meet. At this point they are more than mutuals to me they are my friends and it has come to a point where I can say that I love and cherish each of them so much. They are the sweetest and most loving people I know. There has never been a dull moment spent with them. I will always be here for them. To remind them that they are loved and cherished. I will fight for them if I ever need to because no one messes with my little family. I don’t think I can ever stop saying this but they are SO BEAUTIFUL HELLO??? The prettiest people I know omggg.

That is such a good question! I will be answering this based on each person's personality and assuming you said idols it is open to more than just TXT. (Also tried not to go with each persons bias)

I will do it in the order of who I became friends with first (as much as I can remember)

First up is my Ellie Bear @kookthief Ellie was the first person that welcomed me into the server and she made me feel included. I was new to the whole tumblr thing and had never been on a server on discord so she made that easy for me. She is someone special to me. Sometimes we banter and are mean to each other but it is all light hearted and we know the other wouldn't care so much. Although she Denys me being British I still annoy her about it every now and than. Ellie and I share very similar cultures and that has bonded us like no other. I love talking to Ellie on the phone sometimes I think I get on her last nerve but she knows it’s all out of love. She knows how to lift me up when I'm feeling down and is just always there to hear me rant about whatever is going on. I have referred to Ellie as my sister because it really is like that. Ellie constantly turns my self doubts into motivations. I can tell Ellie anything. Ellie I love you so much. With that being said I feel like as a partner Ellie needs someone who is a few year older than her. She needs someone who is calm but has his chaotic side. She needs someone that is sweet and knows how to treat a girl right. As someone who takes care of people she definitely will be taking care of this person even if he is older. That person is none other than Jungkook himself. Jungkook is very sweet and kind. He takes care of his members in way that you might not see at first glance. He is chaotic when he wants to be, but overall he is very mature. He seems like that type that wants a Girlfriend that will take care of him, but will protect her and take care of her at all costs. He is the type of boyfriend that is like a giant teddy bear but also "if you hurt her, you're done for." He definitely is a big protector.

The next person is my baby @boba-beom Smiles I truly mean it when I say you are an angel. I remember exactly how smiles and I became friends. At first I thought she didn't like me tbh. I was like why doesn't this pretty and kind girl not like me. One day maybe a month after I had joined some of us decided to VC. A little later smiles joined us. I remember hearing her voice and being so joyed. Smiles has a very calm and soothing voice that you could literally listen to all day. We ended talking about the most random things ever. It ended up being just her and I on this VC and I remember sitting there talking about Australian slang and how some of them just made no sense. After that I think we just hit off pretty fast. Smiles is always there to listen when I am having one of days where I tend to overthink. Smiles LITERALLY will put a smile on your face. Our conversations are and will forever be some of my favorite moments ever. I will cherish you always and you will forever have a special place in my heart. Thank you for being you and having the most beautiful heart ever. Brownie points for being a fashion icon Yeonjun who?I think Smiles radiates sunshine energy with a slight silly to her side. With that being said I think she needs someone very precious. I think smiles needs someone who is definitely older than her. I think smiles needs someone that is soft and endearing. Someone that can listen to her for hours and not interrupt or seems uninterested. I think smiles needs someone who is more on the shy side to the world, but he can be silly and goofy with her. With all that in mind I would say I would match Smiles with Soobin. Soobin is the type to defend his SO like there is no tomorrow. He is very respectful and the sweetest person to roam this earth. I think Soobin would sit and listen to her and look at her like she's his world (as he should treat my baby right Soobin or we have a problem). I think Smiles would bring out the silly side of Soobin and allow him to express himself and be himself. Smiles I will never not say this I love you so so much Forever and Always.

Can we Guess who is next? Yeah that is right my wife @lovejoshua. Ilem you are truly the cutest person ever. I said this once but you make me want to protect you at all costs. You are very precious to me and you deserve an infinite amount of love and happiness in your life. Ilem is someone that I can talk to for hours upon hours. Ilem is really good at comforting people. Her words have always put a smile on my face. She is one of the most genuine kind hearted people I know. She is the type who will put others first. She is kind and is one of the people that has a heart of gold. She and I will constantly agree on many things and I just feel like she gets me so well. There was a time I won't say when, but there was a time where I thought I might have done something to upset her. Like I said before I am an over thinker and I felt like I was being "ignored" This only lasted for like two days. I remember how I was sad I kid you not I cried. I asked Smiles and Ellie if they knew if I had done something to have upset ilem because I just couldn't help it. She is someone that does mean a lot to me and I will always cherish our friendship so that feeling was the worse. But it turns out I once again was overthinking it and it wasn't anything like that. I love you so so much wifey. I think Ilem needs someone like Mingyu in her life. He is a man that from first glance could probably scare away all other men but has the biggest and softest heart. Ilem is very shy and I think that Mingyu could bring out her chaotic side when it needs to be out. He also knows when to be more on the sensitive side so he wouldn't accidentally upset her.I think they also would be so good for each other. I can just see how they would be walking around holding hands looking at each other and smiling like lovebirds. Mingyu is a BIG softie when it comes to the people he loves. He would for sure be the time put her first but she would be the same.

Next up is my other half @robin-obsessed You guys have no idea the wavelength Lee and I are on. I swear we will mention something and the next minute that same thing will pop up like WE just talked about it lol. She is so similar to me and I feel like many times I will see a few posts and be like this is so Lee. She is quite literally the MINGI to my Yunho, the Soobin to my Yeonjun you name it. She reminds me so much of Soobin like they are both the cutest and most precious ever. Both are very shy and all you want to do is put them in your pocket and protect them from this world. Lee has some of the best stories and I always catch my self smiling laughing it literally screaming while going through her stories. Lee is very beautiful with words the way she expresses herself is so real and authentic. Lee also has the most soft spoken voices ever! It’s very comforting.Lee is the calm to my chaos. Everytime someone mentions Soobin my first thought is Lee. Due to Lee being shy I think she needs someone more on the chaotic side. I think lee needs a bestfriend in a lover. She needs someone that will get her out of her comfort zone and always there for her she needs him. I think She needs someone who can drive her crazy at times but will make her feel loved and special all in one. She needs someone who is chaotic but deep down has the most pure heart ever. She needs someone who is attentive and will always be there for her. That person for Lee is Beomgyu. If you look at txt from afar and see Beomgyu you will know him as the chaotic guy in txt. He is I mean there is no lie in that. He is also kind hearted and understands people more than they know. He will always be there to make her happy and pick her up and she’s down. Beomgyu will bring out her wild side and break her shell. He will def put her first above anyone. Beomgyu will treat her very well! I love you to the moon and back!

Next up is cupcake!! @hanniejie aww lex was another person I met through VC and she sounded adorable. She is always so caring and thoughtful and I’m always so grateful for her. She has always been there to help me when I’m frustrated or just need help with something and she is always always so patient with me. The fact that she thinks of me and sends me TikTok’s or videos truly mean a lot. Lex is another person I’m grateful for due to her starting our little anon shenanigans that we have going on. She truly came and put smiles on everyone’s faces and made them all smile just from a few asks. She start this whole thing and she truly did it because she cares for us. I love you so so much. Thank you for being comfortable enough with me to share your story about your real name. With that being said I think lex needs someone who can be funny without trying. I think she needs someone who will love her and cherishes her till the end of times! She needs someone that has a pure heart a pure soul someone who is just the sweetest. Who cares about people. Who will be there for her through the hard times and good times. That person would be HueningKai. Kai is the purest of all pure. He is caring and kind and listens and will make her feel very loved I have no doubt in that. I think he is the type to love all you’re insecurities and helps you learn to love them as well. He is also possessive and I think would fight anyone who comes your way.

Next up is my cutie @baljinciaga who is literally my child at this point. Syria is the sweetest girl. She is so funny and I think we all can agree she is the gif queen. Syria is mature for her age and it’s something that I do admire a lot about her. Syria is someone I feel like I wanna take care of constantly and protect at all cost. I don’t ever want to see her sad or hurt in any way. She is another one of my shy girls at first but I think I am a very bad influence on her because recently she’s been sound like me. BUT HEY I love it! Syria is always there when I need someone to feed my delulu Ass. There was a time similar to ilem where I thought I had done something to upset Syria and I sad for days. I would never want to upset her which is why I got sad. She is someone I care about deeply and consider her one of my besties. I hope you know that my goal is always to protect you! Since you are much younger than I am I want you to know I’m here for you like an older sister if you ever need one. With that being said I think Syria needs someone older. Someone who is also mature but not too mature. She needs someone who can be both very sweet and kind hearted but also who will tease a lot. Syria needs a good man who will treat her like she’s his world. She also needs a tall man and this one is kind of hard because I wanna say yuyu because you have been actually obsessed with him for the past few days but I also think MINGI is the perfect match. MINGI is really sweet will call you pretty but he also is the type to joke around with you. Mingi has the biggest heart and is an Angel and you can tell he is so respectful and that is the type of person that Syria needs. I feel like he’s the type who is all shy and cute but when he meets the one he has a connection with he will let go. Syria can bring that side out of MINGI. I love you so much Syria I hope you know that!

Than I met my sweet baby @txt-yaomi who is very near and dear to my heart. I feel like sof and I clicked right away. She is always so sweet. I can talk to sof about pretty much everything and anything and I know she wouldn’t judge me. Sof has a beautiful heart and I know who ever ends up with her is one lucky mf. She is one of the most supportive people I know. Sof and I are the same in terms of breaking the ice. I know lots of our friends here tend to be shy and maybe they don’t know how to speak their minds and I think her and I always will bring up these topics up which gets everyone to share their thoughts. Sof called me princess once and I think I giggled about for days. I think Sof needs someone that is like a baby in a giants body. She can be silly when she needs to be and she needs someone to match that same type of energy. Sof needs a gentleman someone who will treat a girl like she’s their queen. She needs someone who will explore her mind with her. Who is down to try new things with her. She needs a partner in crime in a partner. I think the person I would match sof with would be Yunho. Y’all know how sweet and gentle yuyu is. He is someone that is very kind and loving and I just know he would put his gf in his heart and never let her go. He would definitely be down to try anything new and will do it with the biggest smile on his face. He can be serious and I think that is a good balance for a relationship. I think the longer he is with his partner the stronger the bond is. It’s like the honeymoon phase would never end when it comes to him. Plus he is tall and I know my girl needs a giant. Hence why I said a baby in a giants body. To my fellow yuyu lover I love you with all my heart always have and always will.

Next up Mon Amour @choistick Saph babyyyy we just met a few months ago but I think we have already gotten super close. Saph and I talk about soccer when it was soccer season and I think she truly gets my love for because the amount of times we complained to each other about what was going on is insane. Saph and I are almost always joking with each other and just having a very light hearted conversation. The fact that saph came to when she was having a hard time makes my heart swell. The fact that she could trust me and talk to me is very sweet. Saph is very sweet I think she shows her affection differently than others but regardless of how she shows it she’s got a pure heart. There was once when I felt like absolute shit cus I may or may not have been yelling at saph and accusing her for being an anon. I realized quickly that I was being a bitch without realizing it. I know I apologized back than but I still want to fo it again so saph I am truly sorry. You are one of my closest friends on here and I wouldn’t want to upset you in any way. Now I think saph needs someone who is laid back and chill. Someone who can protect her and shield her from this world. I don’t think she needs someone that’s on the chaotic side. I feel like someone who is more mellow is more fitting for Saph. Someone who is so unintentionally funny. I feel like saph would love someone who can whip out a magic trick during a dinner date. Someone who is sweet and kind and has no bad intentions of any kind. That someone is Taehyun. He is the type to be on a date and want to impress someone with his magic tricks. He would always watch out for her and protect her for life. He would stare at her like she’s the stars in a dark night. He would love and cherish her everyday like it’s their last. With that being said je t’aime saph. 

Last but definitely not least @writingmochi lissie!! Lis and I started to talk literally last month. I sent her an anon and the rest is basically history. Lis tends to be more on the quiet side. I think she is very sweet and tends to care about the people that are around her. I am still getting to know her so I might not have much to say about her because is still part of my little family on here. She is still someone who I do cherish and adore dearly. I just recently found out that lis is into umbrella academy and I’m looking forward to talking more about it with her. With that being said I think she needs someone who can either bring her out of her shell for everyone to see or just be silly together. She needs someone who is mature and probably a few years older. I think she needs who can be both loud and soft spoken depending on the situation. She needs someone whole make her try new things and maybe even risk taker. She needs someone who can brighten the world just by smiling. That someone is Taehyung. I think he’s very laid back and is the type that goes with the flow. He’s the type who will whisper how much he cares and loves her one minute and be super loud and chaotic the next minute. I think he’s more on the chill side than on the chaotic and loud side which is perfect for lissie. He would be a really kind and loving partner. Even if we met just last month I still have so much love for you. I hope we can get closer as time goes on.

I would like to thank Aleyna for being the reason that I met each and everyone one of your. I will forever be thankful for her.

You guys are always wondering why I flirt so much. How am I not supposed to when I’m surrounded by the most beautiful, loving, kinda, and funny people ever. I can’t help myself I just want to show you all my love.

Okay this took me wayyyyy longer than I thought it would lol. I fell asleep yesterday and just woke up to finish it. I know some of you are very curious about it so I hope you enjoyed this.

Mon Cœur T’appartient

Avec Amour,

Angie 🫀

[kustas]

please give matryoshka rant

A weird case of a character who's individual traits work, if not are awesome, but who in context bothers me a lot. Warning: I will indiscriminately freely spoil here major plot elements of the source material.

To sum up what this character is like: she's a sort of deuteragonist to the titular character. She's on every cover next to him and has a lot of screentime. She's a short little fat woman who is almost entirely mute, this by choice, she can talk but just doesn't do it. A defining aspect of her is in how she acts - she has completely alien priorities which manifests mostly in a total lack of care for most of what makes a human's daily life. Not talking is an example: you don't need that to survive, and she just does not care about how it makes her appear. She makes do without, so it's good.

Like most of the cast, she's a testtube baby with hard to define superhuman abilities, being likely the most powerful of the artificial humans of the story, albeit harder to judge because of the aforementioned IDGAF queen trait making her manifest it less and more discreetly. She is canonically the only female character of said artificial humans. She is also one of the only female characters of the entire series, with a few more or less minor side characters.

The author of this series has noteworthy issues with including female characters in his stories (according to the interview I'd taken the pic from, because he finds them hard to draw) so having any female character with some plot significance does represent an effort. But...man...her not talking and not participating in almost everything means she has no active role. Mind you, this is a manga where you do NOT get to hear the character's inner voices so if they don't talk, you don't know what they think, they just stand there. She's a in a relationship with the titular character which by itself is very sweet, but it makes her as the Only Girl, the "main" character's partner. Her design is very fun and works wonders with her (nick)name, but chilling and eating being the two things she bothers with is extremely uncomfortable with her being a short fat woman. Her unbothered nature is by itself a fascinating character trait and it results in a lot of characters treating her like an idiot which would be great if she wasn't, again, the only woman in this story. She gets a happy ending of getting to fuck off with the guy she loves and start a family which is extremely significant lore-wise because by nature, the artificial humans of the setting are not allowed any of these options, but a nuclear family mom ending for your token woman feels sour.

None of this comes off as intentionally malicious but it's a lot of factors that pile up. I honestly hated her character at first for this and it took a beloved friend of mine who finds her extremely extremely relatable to open my eyes. I'm not a woman myself and I ain't fat either so I'm probably not in the right place to imagine any "fixes" for those issues, although having literally any other major characters be women without changing anything would have, imo, fixed a lot of the issues. The in-world justification for all the artificial humans being male is bullshit anyway

[thexmistress]

Oh MY God! I just read chapter 2 of Happy Anniversary and it was Amazing! 🤩

My heart is literally racing right now!

I’m feeling so many emotions right now😭 I’m like so Happy to see Satoru heartbroken and found out he not the father of his son and also furious at him😡 how dare neglect his daughter and not see her for 4 months straight and notbeen there for y/n went she went into labour and left her to through it alone🤬 I bet he was there for Utahime labour and it even worse when you remember y/n said go to her she might need you right now back in part 1😭 and it sound like he was not there for y/n and Aimi at all not even for a little bit and not even helping y/n with any sort of trouble or issues.

As for Suguru and Utahime I’m absolutely furious with them both🤬🤬 because they especially were aware of fact that Satoru was not the father of Ren and there was not even a little chance of him being father from way they acting. They deserve to go through mass karma. Suguru literally was okay watching his suppose Best friend throw away his marriage away with y/n and lcontinue neglecting his own daughter for his suppose Son he had with Utahime but is actual his son that he was raised for and if he was not okay with it. He should tell Satoru then and No Utahime telling him not to tell Satoru is not a excuse 😒 she could literally beg him not to that still not excuse He still should tell Satoru if he care about him at all. As for Utahime I’m also mad at her because she definitely knew that Satoru was not the father of Ren from way the she was avoiding Suguru and his graze from her. I especially be furious if she the reason that Satoru was neglected Aimi and not helping y/n with anything or play a part of it.She was willing to lied to Satoru about him being Ren Father as along she could get away it . They both did her and Suguru for 5 years straight not caring about the innocent girl getting hurt in process. The only reason truth came out because of the accident and Ren needed a blood transfusion which led to the truth. If the accident never happened or Ren wasn’t needed of blood transfusions then they were both would be perfectly fine with the truth staying hidden.

I want y/n to slap at them both and scream at them because of their actions and choices they make her and Aimi go through hell because of them. I want y/n to scroll down on Satoru social media and show all of his photos of Ren because none of his actual daughter Aimi, tell them total numbers of times he has spent with his daughter and all the miles stone he missed and she need to explain as why her isn’t visiting her or hasn’t seen her in months and Her struggles because of them and they were almost homeless. I want y/n to make them guilty and feel her frustration and furious and sadness and say why did you both do this? What did I ever did to you both? Why couldn’t you both tell Satoru he might not the father? And did you both let him raise a son that wasn’t his? Why couldn’t my daughter just have her dad? I wanted them to feel guilty about everything and face some serious consequences for their actions

Sorry for going on sure a long rant. I hope there be a happy ending for y/n and Aimi. As for Suguru and Utahime they can both fuck off🖕🤬 they deserve some serious karam. As for satoru he still needs to suffer a bit more and if there a chance of him and y/n getting back together then he work for it! His redemption arc needs to show him seriously redemption himself. Again great chapters

Listen everything you’re saying was literally the emotions i was going through too! And Satoru was most definitely on dead beat baby daddy timing when it came with Aimi. Growing up I’ve seen a lot of dads who get into a new relationship and have a child with that person and they tend to neglect their other child, I don’t know why that is but I see it a lot and I wanted to depict that in this story. Satoru and Aimi relationship is not that strong which is the reason Aimi calls Satoru “Toru-ru” most of the time instead of ‘dad’ but Aimi really wants to spend more time with her dad. My heart was really going out to Aimi and y/n while writing that chapter 🥹 as for Suguru and Utahime…. Chiiiiillllllleeee the tea is just going to get even deeper as the story goes on, they will have their own side plot so we’ll be able to see the true dynamic between them and get some answers from them. And I’m honestly still debating if y/n and Satoru will be get back together. Idk. We’ll see, but Satoru is most definitely not off the hook yet 😗 I will make him suffer more for what he put y/n through. Im just glad you liked this chapter! <3 ☺️

[xxpeppermintxx109]

Dearest Mint,

Haven't been on tumblr since it deleted my account a while back (rest in peace anonymousgothic) but I simply had to get back on here to commend you on your work. You've done it, once again. Another hit. This 3rd gen book has punctured one of my organs and rotted my brain -- that is how deeply it managed to nestle its way into me. Like I genuinely have to break bones to make room for it.

First, we must discuss Laena. There are no words in the English dictionary that can describe how satisfying it is that a Targaryen/Lannister baby has been born and bred within the walls of the red keep -- with Tywin and Robert and Cersei none the wiser. I wish so badly for her to know her true identity and understand her worth; I want so much good for her. I find it so thrilling that you chose for her to be based in King's Landing (for now) -- and do not think I didn't pick up on the fact that she's mapping out Shaemond's tunnels and yearning for the sea! I miss nothing!

I also cannot wait for her to know and love Jaime, but I am nothing if not a patient woman when it comes to you and your perfectionist pacing, Mint. I see a Daemon x Shaera dynamic in their future (and a very angsty journey à la Jaime-held-captive-while-Laena-sleeps-with-a-wolf-king!) and that hope alone will keep me sustained for now.

Second, Brynden. If I had a nickel for every time a bastard believed himself to be the son of Ashara Dayne, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice! Am I worried that Dany will take this betrayl even worse than she took Jorah's? Yes. Am I hoping the power of love overcomes? Also, Yes. Cannot wait for him to meet his aunt (who I know you will do right by) and his uncle (truly the most beautiful Targaryen, if only his personality matched). His history with Jorah and honesty just his background in general intrigues me, Arya would worship the ground he walks on, I already know. Also, whilst I see much of Rhaenyra in Laena's demure and yet childishly wild persona, I see so much of Arthur in Brynden. All of that honor -- um, career choice aside!

Third, the TRUE heir to the iron throne. Rhaegar's emo boy complexity is strong in this one. Quite possibly the most original storyline to ever be given to a Game of Thrones original character. And by far one of the most enticing. He's so morally grey and to see that clash with Jon's annoyingly fierce sense of honor will be...delicious. The fact that he wields Dark Sister honestly put me in a coma, and I only awoke to type out this novel-length review (Do not attempt to contact me once you finish reading this for I will be falling back into my state of prolonged loss of consciousness).

Also do I have a major soft spot for him because he is eldest daughter coded? Do I love him because of how much he mirror Viserys -- the older siblings who remembers everything and has been left with nothing on the outskirts of the kingdom he was due to inherit? Answer is maybe.

In short; wow. Truly, Mint. You created a multiverse that puts Marvel to shame. I cherish each and every one of your characters, and can do nothing but thank you and remind you of how powerful you truly are. I still have people emailing me about your work -- and it takes all the power in the world to simply point them in your direction and not go on a 10 page rant about how much they're gonna love it.

All my love, your biggest fan,

Anonymousgothic

excuse me while I go scream cry and throw up, I love you for this so so so much, I can’t even articulate it (and I’m so sorry I can’t put it into such beautiful words how grateful I am for this cause I am deceased by how big my heart is for you, and for this). Thank you for picking out the smaller details and thank you for the love and support. Pls know u are adored (by me hehe)

- mint

[ickybby]

@lecheroustaint totes not based on this dark shit at all ˚ʚ♡ ɞ˚

nicole could never, would never forgive her inquisitive brother for giving into his worst nature; snooping through her phone after she refuses to give him details about the "friends" she's been spending most of her time with. to get upset over findings that he wasn't privy to in the first place. thankfully, she's smart enough to keep the contact info vague. mainly, nicky's pissed HE'S upset about the fact she's fucking an older man and doing such disgusting, depraved shit for him INSTEAD of the group chats she has with her girlfriends and other derelicts discussing buying and bringing the hallucinogenics to their little sleepovers, the raves they enjoy sneaking off to. what the hell are the standards? she's ranting about this to harely. coaxed to ardent, shrill pitch after she takes off to meet up with him after the blowout fight with her big brother. reassuring him james is a shit detective because he doesn't recognize his own boss is the man bedding his sweet baby sister, nicky gets a little caught up in the fervent desperation, the constant craving to be his. she's giving in to her petulance, the youthful notions of running away, and dipping her toes into hyper-independence just to be with him. though when she quiets and then blinks up to ask him if he'd let her live with him if she were to move out she's 100% serious and 100% heartbroken as harley dismisses that seriousness. like he’s insulting how devout she’s been of her own god. wordlessly, she’s off his lap and pulling her iphone out of the purse left on his coffee table. the fast-paced nature and convenience of modernity is a double-edged sword. the girl paces in front of him. silent as she solidifies plans with her friends by the time she’s scouring her bookmarks for that list of choice apartments. doesn’t take long to find a place with availability in such a bustling city. she’s sent the fees and deposits and was currently waiting for confirmation on her move-in date minutes since the start of her eerie silence. that’s when she’s turns her focus back to harley. pressing her lips against his in a wordless goodbye, nicole can’t help but loath the sudden burst of ire that now tinges on her feelings for him. she’s always hated feeling angry with those she loves.

she turns off her phone for good measure as she leaves, so he can’t access her location as she sneaks down to jersey to let loose for a weekend. nicky truly doesn’t expect him to find her, anyone really. not when she’s off at some random house party hosted by a friend of a friend instead of her usual clubs. she’s lonely, missing harley already, and blaming it on the m.olly so she can use that too as the excuse for wanting to sneak down to the basement to check her phone. claiming to need a break from the disorientating music, flashing lights, and the haze of smoke. when her stupid phone comes alive she’s got too many messages from james and none from harley. it’s not until she’s tossed the phone across the room with a screech in an uncharacteristic display of rage that she notices the masked, looming figure lurking in the corner of the basement, near the busted cellar door once. phone makes contact with the tip of a thick black, combat boot. her blood chills when she processes the intensity of the situation, “—- sorry, i’m looking for my boyfriend to leave,” she lies through her teeth, now hoping the very man she’s avoiding at the moment at least has a starting point where to look for her. “cute costume, you hiding because you got the theme wrong?” the question’s a red herring; nicky doesn’t miss a beat spinning around and sprinting back up the stairs. she’s almost made it, nearing the top of the stairs; hand grasping the doorknob so tightly she can feel the music reverberate through the door frame when a hand grasps at her ankle even tighter and YANKS her back. she screams mid-fall, yelps like wounded prey getting dragged back. the party a perfect cover for her audible desperation and terrified screams. her phone's just out of reach, well-manicured nails clicking against the plastic case as she struggles to bring it nearer; feeling the familiar weight of a man’s body pinning her to the floor like she’s nothing to them. an origami flower you could crush or tear apart with the wrong move. “PLEASE. my boyfriend’s the chief, he’ll know something is wrong if i don’t reach out. i won’t tell him about this! i won’t tell. i promise!!” she’s openly sobbing, though still trashing under him until he grabs a fistful of inky hair to immobilize and use as leverage against her. “a-are you going to kill me? please... don’t HURT me. i promise i’ll do anything.” a blinding flash of light leaves her even more distorted than the m.olly, seeing bursts of spots and colors before her hazy vision refocused; the fucking asshole took a picture of her, immortalizing her terror and desperation with her own cellphone.

[killerbabebunnykaazilove]

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[ireadwithmyears]

i’m just gonna add a read more here cause I like to talk.

I am a fellow hunter Simp, so the section about him was written with a very personal experience in mind. Me and my friend have developed some strategies about going out on the town together, and the ones I mentioned here are really helpful. I might have a general idea of what she looks like, because I do have some vision left. However, I’ve been blind since birth, and put me in a situation where we’ve been separated and I’m potentially lost, I’m going to be too anxious to recall any of that when I ask someone to help me find her and inevitably, their first question is going to be well, what does she look like? So setting a part time Where she can describe to me her physical appearance in general as well as what she’s wearing that night really takes off that stress. Also yes, bright and contrasting colours are super helpful especially if you’re going somewhere like the club and everything is dark around you. Makes it super easy to differentiate the person you’re with.

I’m so happy to hear that Echo spoke to you so deeply. I am a hunter girly, but I’m also an eEcho girly, and as a disabled coded character, he’s really special to me and unlike most others, would be able to understand your feelings in a way that others wouldn’t. He knows exactly why you’re feeling like a burden because he has felt the same way, especially after the citadel and he was a new member of the batch. And he’ll tell you what they told him when he was struggling and felt like he was just making their lives harder. “We didn’t ask for you to be with us because we thought you’d make our lives easier. We wanted you with us because we saw your value, your skills, your devotion, and that’s what we admired. None of your struggles suddenly change any of those things or make them any less true. 

It’s crazy to me how worlds apart kids are with guide dogs versus adults. I have a guide a dog myself, and if you tell a child please don’t interact with it, and here’s why, they are so respectful about those rules and suddenly, that dog isn’t important. They act like it doesn’t even exist . Adults, however, they might think that because I don’t have much vision left, they can get away with a sneaky pet. Or, they won’t pet, but they talk in a baby voice which honestly, is just as bad if not worse when it comes to your dog getting distracted while working. Or they just make passive aggressive comments like oh, I wish I could pet you, but I know I’m not supposed to, which by the way, is still talking to my dog and is still distracting. Adults need to learn from their kids. Sorry, had to rant.

I just feel like Crosshair would place such a high value on your autonomy and independence, because he would understand how frustrating it is for people who try to make choices for you, and even if they are well-meaning, try to help you by being too overbearing. He understands that you have figured out how to survive this long, and he doesn’t want to get in the way of that flow by being over protective. However, if you don’t ask for help because you’re being stubborn and it gets to the point where you put yourself at any kind of risk, that switch is flipped And he’s going full protective, that was really stupid of you and I’m saying this because I love you but don’t ever do that again.

Please, yes, give me more clones to do these with. I will do it. Just let me know of who, either here, or shoot me an ask or message, and I would be more than happy to take requests. And if you have any specific scenarios in mind, I can do my best to incorporate those as well.

How each member of the bad batch would be with a visually impaired significant other (short imagine’s/headcannons

Word count: 5.4K

Pairings: the bad batch ex female reader (individual)

Tags/warnings: some are suggestive, mostly domestic fluff, hurt/comfort, mild injuries

note: look, it’s the epitome of self indulgence. I wrote this solely because I’m blind, and have never seen these ideas discussed when it comes to our beloved boys. However, I recognize that the majority of people reading this will not have shared this experience, so this is why I am adding a disclaimer/reminder to tell you that blindness is a spectrum, and the majority of us have at least a degree of useable vision left, so that is why I continue to use visual language/descriptors like look or watching. That being said, I hope you enjoy these, I had so much fun writing them, and if you have an idea for a specific scenario so I can do more of these, or another particular clone who isn’t a member of the batch, please let me know, and I would be happy to write more

Hunter🩷 

Hunter is the best at planning dates when it comes to keeping your accessibility and comfort in mind. 

If he wants to take you out somewhere, he’ll always go and scope it out beforehand, analyzing things that might not make it an enjoyable experience for you. I.e. if the lighting is too low and will obscure any of your remaining vision. If the music is too loud and will make it hard for you to effectively communicate with him. He knows that both of these things, especially when they’re working in tandem, can make you feel on edge and anxious, and that’s the last thing he wants you to feel when he’s taking you out on a date.

He will always ask the establishment about things like accessible or braille menus, or, if you happen to have a guide dog, seating that will have the space to accommodate and be comfortable for all of you.

If the menu isn’t accessible for you, he will always give you a heads up beforehand, using his datapad to pull up the menu on the holonet so that he can help you familiarize yourself with it, and you can decide what you want before you get there, taking a lot of the stress and pressure off of you because you don’t have to rush.

He wants you to feel cherished, loved, and safe when you’re out and about with him. So if you are going somewhere that’s particularly busy or crowded, he will also adapt himself. 

He’ll keep you close, whether it’s with your arm tucked securely in the crook of his elbow to guide you around, or his hand gently placed on the small of your back, letting it rest there so that you know he’s right there with you.

He never plans on getting separated from you, but if, by some unforeseen circumstance, it happens by accident, he has a plan for that too. 

If you’ve got remaining vision that is useable, he will intentionally wear bright, contrasting colours to make him easier to spot, even when he’s a distance away. 

If you don’t have any remaining vision, he’ll wear something like keys that jingle, or an article of jewellery that makes a distinct sound as he walks so that you can tell when he’s approaching. 

Regardless, every time you go on a night out, he will take the time to describe his appearance to you in detail, his general physical description, what he’s wearing, so that if, for some reason, you do get separated, you know how best to describe him to someone, so that they can locate him for you and help you make your way back to him

His enhanced senses have become innately attuned to your normal patterns and rhythms, and if he notices any rapid fluctuation or change be it with your breathing or heart rate, indicating that the environment you’re in is causing you stress, he’s whisking you away, taking you back home, despite any of your protests. He knows you’re just fighting him because you feel guilty about potentially messing up the night, which you absolutely are not.

He will not let you feel that way for long, because when you’re home, he is determined to make you feel like the beautiful, treasured, and wanted human being that you are.

He orders your favourite takeout food. He’ll lie you down on your bed, surrounding you with soft blankets and pillows, gently and tenderly beginning to caress and massage the tension from your tensed up shoulders and back, partly because he feels like he might have inadvertently been the cause of it being there in the first place.

“I’m sorry,” you try to apologize. “I know you really wanted to...”

“Shh,” he quiets your apology, a hand coming up to softly brush a finger against your lips, resting his forehead against yours gently. “Meshla,” he breathes, unable to help the small smirk of amusement that pulls at the corners of his mouth as he observes, taking note of your breath audibly catching in the back of your throat as his finger, slow and slightly teasing, begins to lightly trace the edge of your bottom lip.

He presses his lips to yours in a sweet, chaste kiss as he affirms, “this is all I want,” he breathes in a whisper close to your ear that immediately has your whole body erupting in goosebumps.

“You,” he continues, his voice a low, husky rumble against your neck as his lips press, warm and deliberate, directly where your pulse flutters beneath them, pulling a soft, yet audible gasp out of you, that makes his lips curve up into a smile that you can feel against the skin of your neck.  “Are all I want.” 

He spends the rest of the night taking his time to prove that to you, in every way that he knows how.

*

Tech🩷

He takes note of every single bruise you get on your legs from bumping into shit all the time. 

You’re blind, it’s just an occupational hazard. You might not even notice that you have one, but he certainly does, and he’ll take care to notify you of every time you accumulate a new mark in your collection.

“There is a bruise directly above your left knee,” he observes, gentle fingers tracing over the mark with a soft frown marring his features. 

He naturally has picked up on using the language that is most helpful to describe the location of something visual to you. You didn’t even have to ask the first time you were on hands and knees on the floor, feeling around for one of your shoes. He didn’t point, and say “it’s over there,” which is just instinctive habit for most people. Instead, he had a used more specific directives like “behind you, on a slight diagonal to your right.”

“How did this happen,” he asks softly now, placing your hand directly on top of the blossoming mark on your leg.

You give him a half shrug and a rueful smile. “I don’t know,” you admit, honestly puzzled. “It happens all the time.”

From then on, he observes you closely, quickly coming to the realization that there are things that are just harder for you to look out for, and, just as quickly, doing his best to rectify each one. He’s easily able to identify a pattern of cause and effect that lead to your many bruises, bumps, and small every day accidents, and rather than being over bearing and cautious with you, he just figures out a way to remove the root of each problem entirely.

Each step on the Marauder’s gangway is suddenly marked with a long strip of brightly coloured tape at each edge, so that you can more confidently move down the steps without having to fumble to find the edge with your foot.

Low sitting caf tables in the middle of the living room, with sharp, jagged corners jutting out are suddenly pushed up against the wall, so that you don’t have to be careful while stepping around them, trying not to hit your leg off of one of them.

He makes sure that any overhead cupboards in the kitchen that are hard for you to notice until your head is colliding with their open doors, are kept securely shut, recalling a particular incident when, whilst putting away dishes, your head had caught on one of the cupboard doors, large bump blossoming on your forehead, just barely missing your eye. He had frowned, gently holding an ice pack to the swelling bump, deciding that from now then on, he would put any of the dishes away that needed to go on the top shelves. He wouldn’t budge on this, even when you tried to argue.

“Cyar,” he had said, voice stern, even as he gently took you by both of your shoulders. “I understand your need to be able to do things independently, and I respect it greatly. But, as much as you can make a light about getting bruises on your legs from these little incidents. Your head is much too important to apply that same lightness to, and I will not compromise on that so please, let me do this for you.” he had leaned down, barely brushing his lips over the bump on your head in a caring, affectionate gesture, and that had made your resolve completely crumble.

He’s also hyper aware of your systems and ways of organizing things, and it has become a habit for him to make sure that it is maintained. 

Shampoo and conditioner bottles that look almost identical with exception to the labels that isn’t much help to you are always set in a specific order for you to find in the shower. You always leave things like your wallet and your cane in the same place, and if anyone messes with these orders, it can really throw you off.

If anyone does touch or move any of your things, regardless of how insignificant, without telling you first, Tech will find out, and, especially if it’s one of his brothers, will thoroughly scold them for it, ensuring that they understand why somethings so small could be really frustrating and disorienting for you, and makes sure that they never do it again.

If you read braille, this man learns it for fun one day on a whim, and he doesn’t even tell you about it.

He’ll put away your groceries for you one day, and then you’ll be searching for something like a dinner ingredient, and find that he’s attached a braille label to the box, with completely correct use of the six dots that form the language.

When you confront him with it, he only shrugs, adjusting his goggles with a slightly confused expression.

“You sound surprised,” he observes with one raised eyebrow. “In a practical sense, this was a logical solution,” he continues, clearly unfazed by your display of shock.

“That’s not fair,” you pout, leaning against the counter and folding your arms. “If you’re going to learn braille, then you at least need to teach me some Mandoa,” you challenge.

“I was not aware that you were interested in the subject. But that is an agreeable request. What would you like to know?” He asks, looking at you questioningly.

“Like,” you bite your lip, considering, tilting your head in curiosity. “What’s that word that you always call me?” You ask. “It starts with an S? I think? Or maybe a C...c cyar?” You say, suddenly uncertain and cringing at your own pronunciation.

He straightens, suddenly grateful that you’re unable to see the blush that’s crept into his cheeks as he answers evenly. 

“Ah, yes, the word that you were saying is correct. Cyar... it means, love... or beloved,” he answers, voice going soft as he catches your hand in his, almost absently pressing his lips to the back of your knuckles briefly as you stare at him, surprised.

“You ... you love me?” You ask, hopeful and voice clearly bewildered. The smile that pulls at the corners of your lips lights up the whole room. 

Both eyebrows arch as he looks down at you, because now he’s the one who’s confused. When he responds, his voice is far less confident and sure than it usually is. It holds almost a shy, completely uncharacteristic timidness, which conveys the genuine honesty in his words when he speaks.

“Well ...cyar. of course I do. I thought it was obvious.”

*

Echo🩷 

Echo, unlike most people, understands all the aches and pains, mental and physical, that come with being disabled.

He’s sat with you on the bathroom floor, your head resting against the cool linoleum of one of the tiles on the wall after a concert. You had come home to find your head throbbing from the after affects of being surrounded by a combination of extremely loud music, a screaming crowd, and strobe lights that made you wish that you didn’t have any remaining vision at all. 

Your eyes were shut tightly, and  your heart fluttered with surprise and gratitude when, with his one functioning hand, Echo, movements slow and meticulous, carefully began to undo your hair from the tight updo it had been forced into all night. There he sat, fingers so, so gentle as they ran through your hair, undoing the tangles and soothing away some of the tight ache that had gathered at the back of your head. 

He’s careful to stay quiet, not wanting to interrupt the little bit of peace that you had found. The only thing that fell from his lips were gentle breaths and soft murmurs of “oh, sweetness, s’okay,” lips pressing the lightest kisses to your flushed cheek, the side of your aching forehead, until the painkillers had finally, finally kicked in.

If you’re a cane user, he always has his eyes peeled for the little bumps and cracks along the sidewalk.

He’s seen what happens when the tip gets caught in one of them, when the handle inevitably jabs against your stomach or ribs and the immediate discomfort on your face that follows.

He also sees the bruises that are left there afterwards, and as much as he loves gently pressing his lips to each of them, reassuring you that he’ll kiss them better, he’d rather them just not be there in the first place.

So, he always watches out for them, giving you an ample warning on ones that your cane could get caught in so that you can move it out of the way. 

He takes you to a holofilm, and you both don’t realize that it’s not available with audio description until you’re in your seats and the headset doesn’t work. He immediately turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile and offering his hand, saying “We can leave, if you want. If you’re not going to get anything out of this, we can go, and we’ll find something else to do.”

You decide to stick it out, rationalizing that you’ll still be able to get something out of the film, if not the whole story, and besides, he can catch you up on parts you didn’t understand after it’s over. 

In the end, it’s still worth it for you.  

You finish half of a bag of popcorn before commercials are even over. You’re intrigued by the movie for almost half of it, and then finally, you spend the rest of it passed out with your head resting on Echo’s shoulder, only for him to wake you, slightly chagrined, when the credits are rolling.

When you’re out of the theater, you walk together hand in hand down the street. He apologizes profusely, saying that he should have done more research. You try to laugh it off to reassure him that it was fine, because you just had one of the best naps of your life in that theater. When it’s clear that that doesn’t help, you’re turning to him, sighing with a small frown.

“Echo,” you say with a small shake of your head. “I’m the one who should be sorry, not you, love.” At his look of bewilderment, you continue. “You do so much for me already, and I’m just so, so grateful for that. It’s not always something I feel like I can repay you for.” You look away, ashamed. 

Because it’s true. He has his own set of issues and lingering problems from the injuries he sustained at the citadel. You can encourage him to do things like his physiotherapy exercises that ensures that his cybernetics are working in tandem with his body. But you can’t actually help him with them, whether it be with making modifications or repairs. It sometimes makes you feel a bit useless, because he helps you so much and you feel like you can only help him so little, and you feel like you’re just adding to his already overflowing plate sometimes.

“I know there could be easier people for you to be with,” you confess, voice quiet.

Echo stops dead at the street corner, catching your wrist to stop you from moving forward, and turning to fully face you with his brow creased in a frown.  

“Oh, Cyar’ika,” he says, voice soft, reaching out a hand to tilt your head up so that you’re looking at him. “Now who put that idea in your head, ner kar’ta?” he whispers, gazing down at you with pursed lips.

Unexpected tears spring to your eyes at his gentle tone. The truth is that you can’t place this feeling on a singular person, though people have contributed to it. Family members have made comments in passing, strangers who look at the two of you and immediately begin to judge from there own preconceived notions and outside opinions. It’s society at large, who has made you feel like your blindness is a burden to the ones you love. 

You don’t know how to say that, though. So you remain silent as Echo leans down, dropping a lingering kiss to your forehead as he whispers, “I don’t need you to make my life easier, cyar. You make my life meaningful, and that, to me, is more important. 

He rests his forehead against yours, brushing a soft kiss to your lips. “Your needs don’t make you a burden, cyar’ika. I want you to remember that. I want to make sure that they are always being met. It’s the least I can do, you understand?”

All you can do is nod, your heart in your throat. 

The next time you go see a holofilm with him, and the audio description isn’t available, Echo is prepared this time.

He still offers to leave, but when you refuse, he has a plan. In his own time, and on the occasions when you both have been watching something at home, he always makes sure the described video settings are on, for your benefit, and when he’s alone, for his.

He’s observed closely, listening and carefully paying attention to how the narrator’s go about describing things. So, when the movie starts, he leans over to you, keeping his voice low and quiet, beginning to describe to you what’s happening onscreen, careful to never interrupt any dialogue.

You stare at him, more than a little surprised. “Echo, are you going to do this for the whole film?” You ask, caught off guard and delighted all at once.

He gives you a quick nod. “Yes,” he answers matter-of-factly. “Now, be quiet and let me do it.”

True to his word, he does, staying close to you and keeping his voice quiet, so as not to disturb anyone around you. If someone still tries to shush him or gives him a dirty look for talking in the theater, he glares at them, in only the way that Echo can, until they stop.

This time, you stay awake during the whole film, watching intently, and listening to echos every word as he is meticulous in describing the visual things that you’re missing. In spite of all of the things that are different in comparison to your last date, one thing still remains the same.

You still finish the movie with your head resting on his broad shoulder, and he still looks at you like you’re the centre of his world.

*

Wrecker🩷 

The first time you make a blind joke about yourself in front of him, he’s terrified. 

Instinctively, he starts laughing, but then, registering your words, he immediately cuts himself off, not wanting to offend you, and is concerned that you’re being mean to yourself, which he will not allow. 

When you only snort at his reaction, playfully nudging him and explaining how it’s fine, because you have to make fun of the things that you are unable to change, and how it’s actually a mark of self love if you have the ability to laugh at yourself, slowly, he begins to understand. 

Soon enough, he not only readily laughs at your self deprecating humour and blind jokes, but at one point, he ends up slipping out one of his own before he can stop himself.

Again, he’s immediately apologetic and regretting his words, but when you throw back your head and laugh heartily, he feels a little less insecure and soon enough, you both have the ability to crack blind jokes with each other without missing a beat, to everyone else’s chagrin and fond amusement. 

He decides that having the ability to make you laugh, getting to watch your eyes sparkle with amusement and hearing the sounds of your joy is music to his ears, and is one of his favourite things. 

Wrecker is your number one protector. Not in a toxic, over protective way.

Even though he’s only got one functioning  eye, chances are he’s still got more vision than you, so he’s taking it upon himself to be the working set in this relationship, meaning he’s always watching out for you.

If you’ve got a guide dog, the first time he encounters it, he might have gone to pet it, but, before he did, he sees the do not interact sign, and stops short, quickly pulling back and apologizing. 

He asks questions, just to make sure he understands why it’s important, and after you explain it, he fully respects the boundaries and never forgets them, to which you are immensely thankful.

He doesn’t understand why you’re so grateful for him just doing the decent thing, until you tell him that a lot of people understand that you’re not supposed to pet the dog, but will either do it anyways, thinking that if you can’t see them doing it and they do it silently, you won’t notice, or they’ll talk in a distracting way to the animal, which is sometimes worse, and equally as distracting for the dog to work through.

This angers him, that they would take advantage of your blindness in such a disrespectful manner, and because you’ve explicitly told him that distracting your dog could potentially put you in danger, under the right circumstances.

From then on, he’s always watching.

If someone is petting your dog while it’s working, or trying to distract it, he’s right there, towering over them and glaring with his arms crossed, not so subtly pointing at the do not pet sign until they back away, stuttering and flustered.

If a child runs up to pet it, he’ll much more gently intercept them, crouching down on the ground to quietly explain to them the rules. In your experience, children are often much more respectful than adults, and watching him interact so kindly with them melts your heart every time.

Wrecker is tall. Standing at 6 feet six, it makes him not the most ideal guiding companion.

If he’s guiding you himself, sometimes, unintentionally, his elbow might knock against your head, for which he is immediately aware of, and instantly apologetic. 

He will always stop, large hands gently cradling the sides of your face as he looks you over, worried that even the slightest bump from him could leave a bruise. Regardless of what he finds, though, he’ll always lean down, dropping a kiss to your forehead with a soft, “m sorry, meshla.”

His solution to this problem, however, is a tad bit unconventional. 

When confronted with a situation where it’s just more efficient for him to guide you, for example, a street blocked off by construction, taped off areas and pylons everywhere, instead of offering you something like his hand or his wrist to hold, he simply reaches down, scoops you up into his arms and carries you over his shoulder until you’ve both cleared the obstacles together, you letting out a surprised squeak and giggling all the while.

Wrecker finds you beautiful, every day, all the time, and he is constant with his reminders of that.

As a blind person, it can be more difficult to coordinate a whole outfit, look, hair, and make up. He is so appreciative, and loves if you do that. But, if you’re one of those blind people who never learned how to do make up, who isn’t as confident in their sense of personal style, and you feel a little bit self-conscious about how much, or how little, in your opinion, effort you put into your look when you’re going out on a date with him, he will quickly assuage your fears the minute he catches wind of them.

He’s very good at detecting those days where you’re not feeling good about your appearance, just intuitively sensing when you’re having a bit of an off day, and when you could use a reminder of how beautiful and precious you are to him. He knows he can’t magically change your mind.

But he can  tell you about all the things he finds attractive about you, every day, if you need that reminder.

He’ll tell you of each one, each part of you that he finds beautiful beyond belief, while taking the time to softly caress and kiss each one, with whispered affirmations of “Such a pretty little thing,” and “You’re perfect, cyar, absolutely perfect.”

And if that’s not enough, he’ll keep going, keep moving downwards until he can look up at your beautiful face, watching from in between your parted thighs as your lips form equally beautiful noises for him.

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Crosshair🩷 

It isn’t that Crosshair doesn’t want to help you. It’s just that, honestly, he’s a little bit hesitant to, in the beginning, fearing that he might overstep, because he places such a high value on choice, and respects your independence and autonomy to much to question you and your abilities.

He trusts that, if you need his help, you’ll come to him and ask. He also trusts that you’ve been living with blindness for a long time, maybe even since birth, and you’re aware enough to know your boundaries and limits, trusting that you’ll advocate when you need him to help with one of those limits.

Just because he doesn’t help you as much in the physical sense, does not mean he isn’t your number one advocate, because he absolutely is. 

For example, if you’re a guide dog user, and you both are going out together using a ride sharing app. If the driver refuses to let you in they’re speeder because of your service dog, he will wait patiently for you to explain, analyzing every micro expression of the driver and knowing when they’re still not listening to you, and he will step in without hesitation.

Wearing his most menacing glare, and in a voice that is deadly calm, he will absolutely read them the riot act. He knows every law regarding your guide dog, and knows just how properly to phrase them in a way that will make the driver scared, usually when he mentions the 5000 credits fine they could be sued for not denying you access 

He’s also keeping his eyes out to make sure that no one distracts your dog, and isn’t afraid to directly confront anyone who tries, saying something snarky like, “You know, maybe you’re the one who needs a guide dog, if you can’t read the don’t pet me sign that’s right in front of your face,” paired with a signature eye roll.

They always back away stuttering, and it always makes you laugh, even as you gently rebuke him, saying “Cross, that was a bit rude.”

He scowls, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you against him as he responds.

“And you, sweet girl, are too nice,” he purrs lowly against your ear. But, with the way that he begins to nuzzle at your neck, you don’t really think it bothers him that much.

If you’re one of those blind people who feels like asking for help is just burdening other people with your problems, and would rather risk facing the consequences by trying to do something yourself, rather than ask for help, he will find out, and he will not be pleased in the slightest. 

Your stubbornness is something that he loves about you. But if it has a tendency to go too far, especially if you’re putting yourself in harms way, that adoration will quickly turn to frustration.

For example, one time, you both were staying at a place that had a glass topped stove. 

These things are so inaccessible for blind people, it’s not even funny. But rather than admit defeat and let him cook dinner, you decided that you could figure it out, and gave it your best shot. 

Your best shot ended with you trying to line up the pot with the burner, and very quickly, receiving a searing burn on your hand from touching the heat. 

You had not anticipated it getting that hot that fast , and as you quickly pull your hand away, tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you let out a pained hiss.

““what are you doing?”

He had materialized behind you from seemingly out of nowhere, voice a silky, yet tensed coil as he reaches around you carefully, quickly flicking off the burner before long, dextrous fingers wrap  around your wrist, still gentle, even as he insistently pulls your hand away from where you’ve been clutching it to your chest, eyes keenly examining the burn with a soft frown on his face.

Wordlessly, he guides you over to the kitchen sink, hand on the small of your back, turning the water on cold and carefully placing your injured hand beneath the stream. 

Only then does he come to stand in front of you, placing both of his hands on your shoulders, his expression hard as he looks down at you. 

“What were you thinking, cyar?” He grits out, voice almost a growl as he tries to understand. “Why didn’t you wait for me? I could have helped and prevented this,” he gestures to your hand. “From happening.”

You blame the trembling in your voice on the lingering throbbing ache in your hand.

“I’m s sorry. I I thought that I could figure it out. You were busy, and I didn’t want to bother you B because I’m scared that I burden you with all the help I need sometimes and.”

“Stop,” he cuts you off in one quick, decisive syllable, and you instantly fall silent.

He tilts your chin up with one hand, guiding your eyes to look at him. His lips form a thin line when he sees the glimmer of unshed tears there. When he next speaks, his voice is still firm, but there is an underlying gentleness and softening in his tone. It has lost its hard edge, and it’s protective bite.

“You are not a burden, to anyone, but especially to me.”

“But,” you try to interject, but he easily silences you, taking your face in both of his hands and cradling it gently.

“Shh, cyar, listen to me,” he says, his voice a quiet command.

“If you are a burden, then you are my burden. In the same way that I am yours.” He takes your uninjured hand in his, relaxing his fingers against yours,  allowing you to feel it’s tremors.

Oh.

It’s been so long since his hand has shaken like this. He’s worked so hard to try and work through this particular trauma, and though it hasn’t completely gone away, it only begins to tremble during moments of high stress. You flush with shame, realizing that this moment of high stress is completely on you.

“I know what you’re doing, and stop it,” he says, voice stern, squeezing your hand in a silent warning. “Look at me, cyar’ika,” he continues, voice softening.

When you do, he continues. “If we are each other’s burdens, then we take care of each other, together. Do you understand me?”

You nod, actually stunned into complete silence at his proclamation.

“Good,” he says, voice softening further. He leans forward, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, fingers gently caressing the side of your neck as he pulls back.

He gives you a playful nudge as he smirks.

“Don’t ever try something like that again, cyar,” he quips with a scowl. “Your eyes already don’t work, and if you lose one of your hands, you’re completely fucked.”

All the levity of the moment vanishes, and it ends with your face pulling into a smile, a soft laugh falling from your parted lips as he watches you, eyes filled with adoration.

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Presents - jhs

Pairing: Hoseok x reader Contents: Some relatives invited themselves to the Christmas party at the last minute and now he doesn’t have presents for them and he’s freaking out. You’re the department store worker who’s hiding in the back of her zone because she’s very tired of being yelled at for not having a specific toy, but when you hear him nervously talking to himself in one aisle, you decide to help. Warnings: none Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Adorably clumsy Hobi. Enjoy! Find the rest of my holiday series here

*This is purely a work of fiction. It is in no way meant to represent any BTS member in any way, shape or form.

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“This is ridiculous. Why can’t you just get it from them? They said they have it in stock.”

“Because that’s not how it works,” you said, staring at the client as if they were the stupidest person you’d ever met - and honestly, they probably were. “If you absolutely need that specific toy, then you’ll have to get it from that store. It’s out of stock for us, and there’s nothing we can do about it,” you explained again, your tone slightly angrier than the last time you said it.

“But I have a credit from here, so I want to purchase it here. Just call them and tell them to transfer the toy, it’s not that hard.” You took a deep breath, sticking a smile on your face before answering.

“Ma’am, it’s two different companies. We can’t transfer them, because they're different stores, run by different people, and therefore we have different inventories,” you explained slowly, and the woman shook her head.

“You know what? You are useless. Get me your manager,” she said, and you sighed.

“The manager isn’t-”

“Get. Me. Your. Manager. Surely you’re able to do that,” the woman said, and you glanced at her, fighting the urge to smash her head against the counter.

“Of course,” you said in your nicest voice, walking away from her to go and get your manager.

“Hey, Lia, there’s a customer asking for you,” you told your manager when you found her, and she sighed, asking what the problem was. You explained the situation to her, and she nodded, looking just as done as you were.

“Remind me why I agreed to be manager again?” she said, and you laughed.

“Is it alright if I take ten? I need it after dealing with that,” you said, and she sent you an apologetic glance.

“I’m sorry, but Woo didn’t come in, and Tae isn’t here before 2, so I need you on the floor,” your manager said, and you sighed, nodding. “You can take section 3, it’s slightly less busy right now, send Gina over to the register,” she said, and you nodded, doing as she said.

That’s how you ended up in section 3, hiding behind a rack of baby clothes as you aggressively texted your friends to rant about the shitty clients you’ve had today. You hid your phone whenever a customer came near you, but none of them was paying you any attention, too busy running around and getting their last minute gifts for their family. You always hated working on december 24th, but since you’d asked to have the 31st off, you had no choice but to work, no one wanting to trade shifts with you anyway. The store was always full of people running everywhere and complaining that you were out of the toy everyone wanted, and getting mad at you, the retail employee that has no control over anything, because you couldn’t make it appear out of thin air for them.

As you put your phone away and were gonna walk back into the alley to place some stuff, you heard a mumbling voice that caught your interest. He was on the other side of a tall rack, and you slowly and quietly placed some stuff, listening to the conversation he was having with himself. He was complaining about some last minute gift, obviously, but he didn’t seem to have a specific thing in mind, and you heard him sigh a few times. You debated with yourself if you should just keep listening, given that he was fairly funny, or if you should go out and help him, and you decided on the latter, turning the corner to the rack and coming face to face with him, almost bumping into him.

“Oh, sorry,” he said as he saw you, backing up a little. You didn’t expect him to be this cute, and you froze for a second, before shaking your head.

“Huh, hi. I was coming to see if you needed help?” you said, and he frowned, looking genuinely confused, until his eyes fell on your name tag and your uniform, and something seemed to click in his mind.

“Oh! Huh, no, I’m alright…” he said, looking at the baby outfit in his hand. He stared at it for a second, and you waited a moment, not really sure if you should leave or not. “Actually, I might need a bit of help, yeah,” he said, and you smiled.

“What can I do?”

“Okay, so I have this… aunt, I guess, she’s not exactly related to me, and I don’t really like her, but anyway she’s coming for Christmas with my family tomorrow, and I’ve had everyone’s presents ready for weeks, but then she called my mom last night saying she was coming and, she has kids, and-” he cut himself, looking up at you. A little smile had grown on your lips as he spoke, and he chuckled, looking down with an embarrassed look. “Sorry, I tend to rant when I’m nervous,” he said, before looking back up. “Not that you make me nervous, I meant more like, you know-”

“Christmas is a stressful time, yeah, I get that,” you said with a laugh, and the boy seemed to relax a little. “So, who do you have to get presents for?” you asked, glancing at the baby clothes in his hands.

“Well, my aunt, of course, and her daughter, who just had a kid. I thought I’d maybe get that for the baby, and huh… I’m kinda lost, for the rest, to be honest,” the boy said, and you nodded.

“Right. Well, that is very small, and it’s a great gift, but it’s a little more complicated to buy, regarding the sizes and everything,” you started, and he sighed.

“So you’re telling me that the one thing I selected isn’t even good?” he asked, and his little pout made you melt inside. He was adorable, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“It’s not bad, there’s just better. Here, come with me,” You said, taking him to another section. “Personally, I’d go with something like that, maybe?” you said, taking the little giraffe night light on the shelf. He looked at it with a smile as you handed it to him.

“This is adorable,” he said, looking at the price, before nodding at you. “Okay. What about the two others?” he asked, and you giggled, asking him a bit about his aunt and cousin. The two of you ended up chatting a lot, walking around the store to find the perfect last minute gifts for his new guests. The boy ranted some more, explaining to you that the aunt was actually his mother’s step-sister that he was introduced to barely a few years ago, hence the non-relationship they had. And from how he was describing her, she wasn’t the type of person you’d try to get close to, and her daughter wasn’t much better. You laughed a lot with him, exchanging stories about your own family and Christmas experiences as you walked around. You went with safe choices, the boy looking down at his phone when you both agreed on the last gift, gasping at the time.

“Oh my god, I have to get going. Thank you so much for your help, you were wonderful,” he said, and you shrugged, smiling.

“Just doing my job,” you said, and he smiled, looking around as if he was looking for something. You giggled, pointing towards the entrance of the store. “The registers are over there,” you said, and he sent you an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry. I told you, I’m kinda stupid when I’m rushed,” he said, taking a few steps in the direction you gave him, before turning around. “I’m sorry for taking so much of your time,” he apologized again, and you shook your head.

“You actually made my day a lot better, so thank you,” you said, and he had an adorable smile. He nodded in response, walking away again, before turning back and coming towards you.

“Actually, would you, huh, if… I mean, if you want of course, would you mind giving me- ah, damn it,” he said, dropping his phone as he tried to pull it out of his pocket. His hands were already full with the presents, and you laughed, bending down to grab it and handing it to him. “Well, huh… what I was trying to do was ask for your number, actually,” he said, and you smiled.

“I need you to unlock it if you want me to put it in,” you said, holding the screen towards him. His face lit up with a smile, and he quickly typed his code in. You found his contacts app and entered your name, along with a little gift emoji next to it. He watched and smiled even wider as you did so, his cheeks having turned a light shade of pink when you handed his phone back to him.

“y/n, that’s a pretty name,” he said slightly awkwardly, and you laughed, knowing he was just trying to make small talk. “Mine is Hoseok, by the way,” he said, and you smiled at him.

“Nice to meet you, Hoseok,” you said, and his phone rang, but it was already in his pocket. “You probably should go,” you said, and he nodded.

“Yeah, thanks again for the help,” he said, walking away from you as you said it was no problem. “I’ll let you know if they liked it!” he added when he was a bit further away, and you laughed.

“I’m sure they will,” you replied, laughing to yourself. You heard your name being called from behind you, turning around to see your manager coming your way.

“What’s got you all cheerful?” she asked with a smirk, and you shook your head.

“Nothing,” you said, and she eyed you for a second, but didn’t comment.

“Tae just got here, so you can go take a break. You can take 15,” she said, and you nodded, thanking her. You laughed to yourself as you walked towards the backstore, almost grateful for that annoying woman who tried to make your life difficult.