#and I’m tired of being hungry. tired of having no idea how to enjoy living when I’m simply exisiting

[baphometsss]

On Solas's romantic history

Okay. I know what the consensus is. That he’s way too smooth in Inquisition to be inexperienced but... (and I’m fully prepared to get shat on for this lmao don’t kill me)

When he kisses Lavellan, that doesn’t read to me like he’s super suave and seductive. It reads more like—endeared by them trying to run away after kissing him, then being so surprised by how good the kiss felt, that he grabs Lavellan, kisses them again, pulls back with a surprised look on his face, and then goes in for more. It’s touch-starved, desperate, hungry. It’s not really all that smooth because he’s literally bending them over backwards lmao like Solas can you chill maybe

He is very smooth when flirting with Lavellan, but he's also an absolute gobshite who's spent thousands of years sassing the hell out of wannabe gods so that's not a surprise. He's witty af and enjoys some back and forth.

Solas is a very lonely man. He keeps everyone at arm’s length because he’s seen what getting close to people can do to him. His biggest fear is dying alone, and he almost gives into that because it’s what he believes he deserves for all he’s done. His life has been so stressful for so long that he's almost totally unable to consider anything else but his battles. He even says explicitly that he's tired.

That doesn’t make me think of someone who was out there in Ancient Elvhenan sleeping around all those years. No doubt he considered it, but he likely didn't pursue much with anyone physical; he enjoyed spending as much time as possible in the Fade. (The banter with Blackwall doesn't count to me personally since Solas himself thinks the whole idea is preposterous, which speaks for itself really.) Especially after being a slave/servant to Mythal seems to have voided him of his agency for some time. Then he led a rebellion and fought for thousands of years against brutal tyrants. Any one of the people he was close to could’ve been trying to kill him. Lavellan, however, has no reason to do so, so he can flirt with them freely. In all that time, it seems as though the only people he allowed to get close to the real him were Felassan and Mythal. I don’t think he slept with either, because the relationship was familial. Felassan was also loyal to Mythal, but didn’t burn his vallaslin off. (Is this a right hand/left hand of the Divine parallel again? Two brothers and their mother? Idk, I need to think about that one). For creatures with bodies made from the blood of Titans, they don’t have blood families. They would’ve had to forge their own, which is what Solas did with Mythal and Felassan.

And then there’s his ‘it has been a long time’. Most have taken this to mean that it’s been a long time since he’s been intimate with someone, but given what we know now and that he spent thousands of years in the Fade while his body was in uthenera… I wonder if he’s actually saying-- ‘it has been a long time since I lived in a body’-- ie. ‘it has been a long time since I felt physical drives, a long time since I have felt so physically real’. To me, this makes a lot more sense than the ‘he’s thousands of years old he can’t possibly be a virgin/inexperienced’ take bc like... My friends. It probably didn’t feel like thousands of years to him bc he’s essentially always existed. Time is different for spirits. It’s not like he’s gonna go: ‘well I’m nearly 4000y/o, better lose my v-card’. Time is no object when you are a timeless being. Then, given the path his life took, it wouldn’t make a lot of sense for him to be that experienced given how hard it is for him to trust.

I also personally headcanon him as heavily demisexual/demiromantic too. His true nature is so non-physical that the idea of him being very promiscuous or something just doesn’t fit his character. He needs a mental connection, to feel something, before sharing much of himself, or allowing himself the vulnerability intimacy brings, something he clearly feels with Lavellan based on how shaken up by it he is.

And it’s also canon that Solas has never been in love before meeting Lavellan. So. If he went however many millennia without falling in love, it’s also possible he went without intimacy for a long time too.

To be clear I’m not trying to say that this is the correct conclusion. My opinion has just changed a little since Veilguard (I used to think he was being smooth etc bc he's old af/v experienced, but with confirmation of former spirit Solas it’s changed my perspective somewhat)

Also:

‘Things have always been easier for me in the Fade’

‘I am not often thrown by things that happen in dreams’ my man is shooketh guys SHOOKETH

[cosmic-hoboandthehighlander]

Gonna be so for real right now

Real life fucking sucks, this is why i spend so much time writing fics and binge watching Doctor Who because I’ll tell you right now I can’t afford my damn student loan payments and I’m sorry but no amount of skipping out on $7 coffee and not going out to eat is going to help me pay over $600 a month for just one set of loans; that money (and more than that!) has to go towards my rent, my electric bill, my internet so I can even pay those other fucking bills and idk groceries and gas in the car so I can even get to work to make the money

But hey. Go ahead and make me feel like shit for buying coffee before work to keep my ass awake because I can’t afford adhd meds or therapy.

[hyunebunx]

saw the soft thoughts post and i hope i’m not late >.< please forgive my typos or grammatical errors love i just woke up 🥹

soooo imagine a lazy saturday morning with hyunjin where you both just wanted to sleep in and cuddle on your shared bet until late in the morning. apparently you had to force yourself to get up because you were getting hungry and hyunjin—being a clingy boyfriend—is sticking to you like glue, and be like “noooooo don’t go!!!” because he doesn’t want to get out of bed but you had to drag him up. he became a pouty baby while being clingyyyy maybe a backhug when you were cooking, a stolen kiss when you were about to eat, helping you wash the dishes but he put some soap bubbles on the tip of your nose, asked you to go out and the spend the rest of the day with him outside maybe stroll around the city, an art museum date, go to a café and watch him sketch/paint you~

ughh to be loved by an artist bro i’m still half asleep so i hope i’m making sense... anyway have a good one deni ! 😽🩷

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. genre: fluff and a loooot of kissing, you've been warned lol

﹙ʚɞ˚﹚. a/n: my love <3 this is the cutest idea ever!! thank you so so much for trusting me to write it hehe <3 listen, this got quite steamy in the middle, idk what happened i blacked out fgsdgkj can't help myself when it comes to this man apparently. anywayss, hope you'll enjoy it <333

Mornings spent sleeping in with the love of your life, all cuddle up and intertwined, were truly your absolute favorite, a blessing you didn’t take for granted. You were both busy people, with busy lives that accommodated one another like it was the most natural thing in the world, fitting together like the last two pieces needed to complete the puzzle which revealed your love story.

Hyunjin was a heavy sleeper, clinging to every thread, no matter how thin, that transported him to dreamland to rest a little more. Just five more minutes, that turned into ten, fifteen, which ended up stretching into half an hour on good days. On the bad ones, when he was more tired than usual, nothing could get Hyunjin out of bed before the afternoon rolled around. You understood – he needed his rest – but it didn’t make missing him and his bright smile any easier.

You never knew you could miss someone even while they were dozing off next to you, blissfully unaware of how your heart almost jumped out of your chest to slip under his shirt just to feel his beating, desperately searching for confirmation he felt the same. And he did, of course he did, how could he not when your name and sweet face were constantly spinning around in his mind like some sort of live wallpaper, making him unable to concentrate even on simple tasks?

Though right now, neither of you was sleeping, cuddling to Hyunjin’s chest with one leg over his lap as you caught him up on the latest work gossip. You’ve been awake for almost two hours now and for once, the universe seemed to be on your side as no sunray managed to peek through the small crack left in the curtains, allowing you to continue lying around in peace.

“Anyway, so the printer caught on fire and that was Kim’s last straw. She threw all the papers on the floor and then proceeded to plop down on them and cry. I felt so bad.”

Despite his empathetic nature, Hyunjin lets out a short laugh, voice still husky and laced with sleep as his fingers tangled in your hair. “How did she even manage to do that?”

“It wasn’t her fault.” You yawn, hiding your face in his chest briefly. “Jay used the printer last to scan pictures of his cat’s toe beans and I guess some fur got stuck in there and ruined everything.”

He slowly shakes his head, whistling. “See, that’s why I’m a dog person.”

Prompting your chin on his chest, you look at him with raised eyebrows. “Ok Mr. meows at cats because he wants to get into their good graces.”

“That was one time!”

You giggle and he joins soon after, staring deeply into your eyes until the laughter dies down and every thought leaves your mind like it wasn’t even there to begin with. Dark eyes dart between yours and your lips, subconsciously licking his plush bottom one and telling you exactly where his train of thought has stopped. Patience was not one of Hyunjin’s virtues, so the hand in your hair moves lower to cup the back of your neck, bringing you closer as you quickly adjust, both hands sprawling on his chest to help you lean down and finally connect your lips.

The kiss is slow, lips merging perfectly as neither of you is in any rush, content to take the time to taste each other. However, it quickly gets messy, tongues meeting and complicating the familiar dance, making it hot and breathy but oh so delicious. You’d be lying if you didn’t admit you’ve been waiting for this ever since he woke up, constantly thinking about his rosy lips and driving yourself crazy as whatever he was saying faded in and out of hazy memory.

Hyunjin kissed you like no other, like kissing was an art he invented just to practice on you. One he managed to master throughout the years of your relationship but couldn’t get enough of, obsessed with the idea of improving and finding another unexplored corner he could take over and claim as his own.

A cold hand slides easily under your top, gripping at your waist in an effort to bring you closer, almost causing your arms to give out. You break away from the kiss and Hyunjin whines, displeased but still helps you settle on top of him more comfortably, guiding your body as you straddle his hips.

This new position allows for better access to what you’re both desiring, with Hyunjin wasting no more time in bringing you back down again, capturing your lips. With both hands on exposed thighs, the shirt he gave you to sleep in barely covering anything, Hyunjin loses himself in the taste of you, licking into your mouth and lightly biting on your bottom lip as your hands move lower over his stomach, needing to discard him of the annoying clothing.

You make to pull away but his lips follow, causing him to sit up and move one of his hands on the small of your back for support, not allowing you to slip away from him. With a mind of their own, your hands quickly abandon his shirt and move around his shoulders, meeting at his nape to deepen the kiss and lick at his bottom lip which he appreciates by the groan he lets out.

You feel him everywhere, hands groping and squeezing every bit of your body in the exact way he knew you loved, turning you to putty into his hold. By now, his dark hair is a mess from all the pulling – your fingers needed something to anchor onto.

“Hyun.” You inhale deeply, his lips moving down your jaw, restless.

“Yeah, baby?” He mumbles, barely hearing you.

“Breakfast.” You gasp out as he lightly bites the skin, quick to soothe it with his tongue. “I’m hungry.” Mostly true, you’ve been lying here for hours after all, who wouldn’t be hungry? But also because you knew if you didn’t stop him now, neither of you would get to eat anything before dinner time rolls around.

Hyunjin pauses, hot breath fanning your neck as he slowly tilts his head to look at you, his wet and swollen lips distracting. He’s speechless for a moment, almost like he can’t believe you interrupted him, like a child whose favorite toy is abruptly taken away. When it clicks in his head you are actually serious, Hyunjin barely registers the way you peck his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“Wow, ok connoisseur of romance. What a way to ruin the moment.”

You giggle as he gently lays you down on your back, knowing he could never be truly upset, no matter what kind of stunt you pull. He was most likely thankful you said something, surely hungry himself.

Scooting towards the end of the bed, your feet barely get to touch the hardwood floor before Hyunjin’s arms circle your middle once again, pulling you to his warm chest without a word.

“No, don’t go!” He whines, burring his head in your shoulder in protest.

Your heart squeezes in your chest, pounding from all the love you carried for your other half, the man you couldn’t imagine life without.

“Baby.” You coo, softly running your fingers over his hands on your stomach in a way to coax him. “How am I supposed to cook us breakfast otherwise?”

Hyunjin sighs, squeezing you to his chest for two more heartbeats before releasing his hold and allowing you to stand up. When you turn to face him, one of his big hands has already brought yours to his lips to plant a feather like kiss on your knuckles.

“Don’t go without me.” He mumbles, pouting slightly, and you almost explode like a piñata, staining him with your love and adoration that will surely trap him in this apartment for days trying to get it out. Not like he’d ever mind if that were possible, proudly showing off and talking about your feelings for him to anyone who’d listen, right after talking their ear off about the love he holds for you.

So, that morning, you waddle together to the kitchen like two penguins with Hyunjin refusing to stop hugging you from behind even when you started cooking. And after that, spoon feeding you on the counter and forgetting all about his needs until you threatened to take away his cuddles.

He caved in immediately.

[chaosduckies]

Person getting lost in the woods, borrower person appears (reluctantly) and shows them the way back...

Use whoever, possibly even the two from my last ask...

I have no idea why I kept getting so distracted with this one, but I had lots of fun writing! I love these characters so much, but I don’t really know how I felt about the writing, but it’s okay! We post it like there’s no tomorrow! Hope you enjoy :3 (Probably a lot of mistakes cause I didn’t edit but we post anyways!)

Word Count: 3k

CW: very, very minor blood warning

Lost In The Woods

———Hayven———

The fog around me grew thicker, and all of a sudden I could barely see my own two hands out in front of me. My skin was burning from the cold, making it harder to get through the many bushes and occasional boulder. I pressed my hands against, my mouth, trying to warm them up. If I had realized that this stupid bonfire wasn’t actually real then I might not be lost right now. But here I was, cold, late, tired, a little hungry, but of course I was lost. My phone didn’t have any service, and they farther I walked the thicker the fog grew, showing no signs of people. 

“Hello? C-can anyone h-help me!” I screamed for help, thinking of my parents and how they think I’m out having such a great time with my nonexistent friends. Why couldn’t I see that they were lying straight to my face? This would have never happened! I’d be at home, under my blankets and watching tv in my room with some popcorn. Why was I so gullible. 

I walked further, in hopes of finding a road, or even something to give me a hint at where I’m at. There has to be something to help me… But it’s like my luck just became worse and worse the longer I stayed here. There was absolutely nothing. No sounds of a river, not the sound of distant cars traveling through the highway, no light except for the small amount emitting from my phone. Absolutely nothing. 

My legs were tired from walking around for the past two hours. I sat up against a tree, crunched up to stay warm, though that barely even helped. All I could think about right now is getting under all the blankets at home and falling asleep. Instead the cold air pricked at my skin like icicles, barely keeping me awake. I sighed, resting my head on my knees and wrapping my arms around. Come on there has to be something… 

I looked around for what seemed like the thousandth time, still not finding anything. I sighed in defeat, already knowing that I’ll just hav to make it through the night unless some strange miracle appeared. It’d be better to travel through the day anyways, the fog would be gone, less of a chance to get eaten by wolves- I gasped at the thought, now listening closely for the sound of hungry wolves. Do they even attack people? Or do they just attack when they’re provoked? Either way, it’s a new fear unlocked now that I was thinking about it. 

“Can someone please help me…” I muttered, tears threatening to fall down my face as I tried my best to blink them back. This was by far one of the worse pranks ever. I mean the teasing is fine, but… this? I could actually die here like this. I shuddered at the thought, hoping that I’ll make it through till the morning. 

———Atlas———

As much as I disliked seeing humans in the forest… this one seemed like they were genuinely freaking out. What for? I didn’t know. They had been asking for help from someone who wasn’t even real. The only person who heard it was me, but I didn’t want to show myself. That would just create more problems for me and I did not feel like finding a new place to live. 

The forest pretty much gave me everything I could ever need. Food, a place away from humans, peace. It was nice for someone who was three inches tall and didn’t exactly need everything your average person does. Perks of being a vampire I guess. I didn’t have to worry about gathering fruit or anything, mostly because I could just find any animal and… well I guess you can take a wild guess. It was fine though. Only a few humans have ever seen me, and when they did I just ran. What were they going to do anyways? Tell someone that a three inch person was just running around by himself trying to find a place to call home? Hah- unlikely. 

I watched as the human curled in on himself, trying to warm themselves up. Did I feel bad? Absolutely. But he shouldn’t have come here in the first place if he knew it was going to be cold. So technically it’s on him that he’s here now. I couldn’t help, otherwise he might come again looking for me if I did… and I’d rather stay by myself where no one could hurt me. I cringed at the thought of being in another humans hand. I know they were strong, but I think I could match their strength with my own if I tried hard enough. I bit the bottom of my lip, still watching the boy tremble as the air grew colder. Should I help them?

The thought never left my mind as I continued to watch carefully. The human shivered, whispering unintelligible words that even I couldn’t hear. Partially because of the strong winds that made the cold air hit my face even harder. I sighed, unaffected and merely found it annoying in the least. I knew it was wrong of me to just leave the human there, possibly lost and probably thinking that some kind of animal would attack him if he stayed for too long. I just couldn’t bring myself to help him. I knew what would happen. The horrors. As soon as I helped him get out of the woods, he’d turn on me and I’d just be some pet. Of course I would fight back, but I knew there was only a sliver of a chance that I would ever be able to escape. Vampire or not, I was still tiny. There was also just… something keeping me from doing such an unpredictable thing. 

Even though I decided that I wasn’t going to help them, I still stayed. A part of me just wanted to believe I could help this human out without getting hurt in the process. Not just physically. But what if a did help him and he leaves? That would be a good thing. That way we would both get what we wanted. He could go home and be in the warmth of his home, while I stayed here. Alone. My temporary hut I made out of sticks and some missing items I find when humans are nearby. I groaned quietly to myself. Why couldn’t have been turned into a vampire get rid of my feelings? 

Slowly, I made my way towards them, cautious not to make a sound even though I was a hundred percent sure that they wouldn’t be able to even if I wasn’t trying. Still, I treaded carefully. If I was even the slightest bit wrong about this it was running away and finding another home for me. I held my breath, not noticing how shaky my arms were until I had hid near the small bag strapped around their shoulders. I observed before stepping out, my steps slow, taking deep breaths to calm myself as I circled around to directly in front of them. Was I scared? That seemed… out of character for me. There was no way I was scared. Just because my last interaction with a human didn’t end so well didn’t mean I was scared now. I’m wayyy over that- Right? 

I crossed my arms, pushing away those thoughts and opened my mouth to speak, “Do you need help?” I had to yell over the harsh wind for them to be able to hear me, my voice slightly strained but nothing I couldn’t handle. They slowly brought their head up, not noticing me and turning their heads frantically in all directions, blinking a few times before his eyes trailed down in defeat, landing right on me. My body nearly jumped, but I kept my composure, eyes unsurprised and arms still crossed. 

Their eyes widened, cheeks red from being stained by the piercing cold. We held a silent staring contest, their mouth opening and closing as if they had wanted to speak, but couldn’t think of anything to say. I let out a sigh, speaking for him, “I can help you get out of here.” 

He stared at me blankly, his finger pointing to me, a confused expression showing on his face while he struggled to keep his eyes open as a gust of wind blew through, pushing the stinging cold onto his face. He held his hands up to his face to shield himself. I struggled to keep upright, given my height, but I managed. 

“H-help me? You know the way?” He excitedly announced, slightly making my ears ring, but I just ignored that for the time being. Why wasn’t he questioning what I was? Humans are naturally curious creatures, shouldn’t he be poking prodding at me like some science experiment? Instead he skipped the entire “what in the actual heck are you.” Maybe all he really wanted was to be tout of here? I mean he didn’t exactly look like the type to hurt anyone… Can I really trust that though? 

“I do. I’ll show you.” I shrugged my shoulders like nothing was going on in my head. Everything was going on. Everything that could go wrong, what happens after this interaction. Would he tell people about me? Would I have to find a new home anyways? What if I help him and nothing happens? Just stay lonely with nothing but animals to be my “companions” and sustenance for the rest of my immortal life? It was sad to think about really. 

“O-okay. D-d-do you want m-me to h-h-hold you?” He motioned to his hands, cupping them in front of my as he squinted one eye because of the cold. I felt all color drain from my face as I screamed, “No!” Not realizing I jumped backwards, slightly hissing like some animal. We both stared at each other before I fake coughed, recomposing myself, “I’ll just… walk.” I started walking in the direction, hoping that he wouldn’t step on me. I shuddered, hoping nothing like that was going to happen. But the thought crept in and wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. 

They stood up and followed me, as I lead the way they kept at least two steps behind me at all times, no matter how slowly the intervals were between them. No words were said between us. Mostly because even if I bothered to talk he wouldn’t hear me. I was too quiet. A good and bad thing. 

Over time, the wind gradually gave up, enough to where I could hear leaves crunch every time they took a slow step. I had no idea how they came to be so far from here, but I guess there was always a way. There was still some part of me that didn’t trust any part of this, but another part of me that kept saying that this would end differently. That I wouldn’t get hurt or anything bad would happen to me. I found it hard to choose between the two, and kept moving, ignoring the voice in the back of my head. 

———Hayven———

I don’t think I really cared that a three inch-tall person was guiding me out of the forest. I just wanted to go home, wrap myself in a blanket and fall asleep being warm. It was still freakishly cold outside, but not as much as before. The wind was dying down as I noticed that it was easier for the tiny person to walk now. I had offered to carry them, but considering their reaction that was entirely out of the question. 

Of course I had plenty of questions for them. Like how they’re not bothered by the frigid air surrounding us, or what they ever were. Where they came from. How they know the way out of here. I kept them to myself. They didn’t seem like they even wanted to be asked anything. They just wanted to me to get out so they can live their life in the forest unbothered. There was no way I would be telling anyone about this though. Not like anyone would believe me in the first place. 

After a while, they had looked like they kept looking back at me, like they were afraid I would do something. I guess I would think that too if I were as small as he was, but I don’t think I could ever hurt someone. Including him. Even if we had just met. Plus, hurting someone smaller than you just doesn’t seem fair at all. He probably has a life too, why not leave him alone? He’s already helping me plenty, it’s the least I could do. Maybe he would let me come back and give him something to eat? I wouldn’t think there would be a lot of things for him in the forest. That or something easy for him to get. 

“Um, are y-you sure you don’t w-want me to help you?” I laughed nervously, the cold still stinging but not as much. So much for some great party they were inviting me too. How did I not realize that it was a trick? Who would even invite me to anything? I sighed to myself, looking back at where we’ve been. We have to be close by now… right? At least to a road? 

“No, I’m okay.” He responded, never wavering. I took a small step, watching him look back and cringe away slightly. He was scared of me. That was something I never thought I’d see on a persons face towards me. I didn’t like it. At all. 

“Are you sure? I’m pretty sure you’re cold and I can at least try to help with that.” I looked down at my hands, pausing as he stopped moving. Was he actually thinking about it? I was expecting him to say no, but I guess this was good too. Except for the fact that I’ve never held an entire living person in my hand before! What if I drop him? What if I move wrong? Would it even be comfortable for him? 

He looked up at me, debating his decision before groaning loudly, “Okay. But I swear if you drop me I’m not helping you anymore, got it?” He threatened. I nodded my head, crouching down on the forest floor and laying my hand palm-up. I figured this would be better than just grabbing him. Given his earlier reaction. 

It felt weird to be carrying someone in your hands. They felt full, but then you realize that there’s an entire person trusting you with their lives. I gulped and kept walking straight, moving a lot faster but made sure almost ever second to make sure that the being in my hands wasn’t bothered. He sat, his arms draped over the barrier I had made with my thumb just in case. I was a little nervous, but there was no way he’d do something without knowing what could happen to him. 

“So uhh, what’s your name?” I asked, laughing nervously as I kept my eyes forward, afraid that I would trip over a loose stick or a rock. It usually happens to me. Just my luck. 

He stayed quiet for a second before answering, “Atlas, and you?” He turned his head to face me, for a brief moment showing fear. I bit the side of my cheek, hoping it wasn’t noticeable, “Hayven. Th-thank you for helping me, Atlas.” 

Atlas looked at me, surprised before he scoffed like he didn’t believe me, “No need to thank me. I’m doing both of us a favor.” He harshly stated, turning his head back down to the large drop below him. At least to him it must be. I stopped moving at the sound of a car, seeing the headlights in the distance. I shook my head and walked towards it, “So what exactly are you?” I asked, not expecting an answer. 

“Vampire.” Was all he responded with, but it left me extremely confused. Vampire? Was he messing around, or did he really mean it? I laughed playfully, “You’re messing around with me ri-“ I winced at the sharp pain that came from the side of my hand, seeing a tiny bite mark. I stared at Atlas, who shrugged his shoulders, though I felt him tremble like he thought I would hurt him for it. So, did he just have really sharp teeth or… Vampire? I probably shouldn’t dwell too much on it. 

“My turn. Why were you all the way out here?” He never turned around. 

“Um. There was supposed to be a party here. But… I guess they lied to me.” I sighed sadly, hearing even more cars now. 

“This is close enough. I’ll get off from here.” He announced, pushing himself up and peering down over the edge of my hands. I crouched down, letting him off easily as he looked up at me. I couldn’t read his expression, but I could almost tell that he wanted to ask me something, but never did. 

“H-hey uh. I know you probably just want to go home and… do whatever it is you do, but how about I give you a nice place to stay at for the night? It’s the least I offer after helping me so much.” 

Atlas stared wide-eyed at me, staring up at me like I had said something that offended him. He looked back down. I noticed the trembling, but I couldn’t tell if that was from fear or the cold. Most likely the first option. He didn’t know me. He probably thinks I would keep him as a pet or something. I was disgusted just thinking about it. 

“No tricks?” He asked. I shook my head, “I know you probably have your own thoughts about me, but I genuinely just want to repay the favor.” I didn’t want to force him, but the guilt would eat at me later. 

He debated for what seemed like hours before taking a deep breath, “Alright. But I want to be back here before night tomorrow.” He demanded. I laughed, nodding my head and agreeing to his demands. He climbed back onto my hand effortlessly, but I still felt him tremble. Even if he was scared, something about Atlas screamed at me to keep him company. Maybe we could both keep each other company?  

——————

They’re just both very lonely, but it’s okay because they’ll keep each other company! :D

Again, I wasn’t entirely sure how this came out, and I do realize that I rushed the ending, but it’s fine TwT (No it’s not) But thank you for the ask because I absolutely love writing these two! I might even turn them into an official little fic. Just some silly little one-shots :D

Hope you liked it!

[naffeclipse]

Hey Naff, hope you’ve been taking care of yourself and resting up <3 Since it’s Mermay, I’ve been doing some thinking about Mayday In Paradise! I’m curious to know what Sun, Moon, and Y/N’s second interaction is like. Does Y/N ever brave the ocean again? Is the next encounter with the mers more peaceful and relaxed? Do they end up developing a relationship in time? I’ve been wondering how the latter would work out when Y/N has to head back home, no doubt with the two lovely mers on their mind! And I’m sure it’s a stone’s throw chance of happening, but I wonder if Sun and Moon would find a way to track down Y/N to make sure they’re being good to themself. ♥️ (And totally not because they’re developing other additional feelings for them!)

This AU is just so soft and sweet and makes me smile thinking about it 💜 Hope you have a good and restful break!

Hey, babe! I have, as much as I can, considering alsdfjaslf

Ah, I'm really happy you thought of this little one-off! It's very fitting for this month hehe

They meet again after Y/N decides to reencounter them, because what else will they do on this 2 week-long vacation but think about the two mermen that saved them? and also told them to be nice and good.

The funny thing is that I envisioned Y/N deciding to never go back 'home', not to work, and not even to see Vanessa, though they keep in contact with her. They're so inspired in that short time by Sun and Moon that they decide to start living a life they enjoy. That begins by standing on the tropical island, although that means a drastic shift in things, like quitting their job. They need to find a new gig, and a place to live that's definitely not going to be as nice and fancy as the beach house rental, but all they really care about is that their little shabby new house is right on the ocean and close enough to find Sun and Moon.

Sun and Moon have no idea that Y/N makes this choice, only that they're still here. Which is good, they need more time with this little human who has a very askew view of themselves. Totally not related, but Sun and Moon do find Y/N enchanting.

The second encounter is more peaceful. Y/N dares to swim out a good depth, choosing to ditch any vessels and going as far as they can before Sun pops up to greet them. Y/N is still uncertain, but they remember to be nice and kindly ask if Sun will help them back to shore. Sun finds it amusing: "If I didn't know better, sunshine, I'd almost think you tired yourself out on purpose just so I could float you back to shore. Hm. That would be silly, wouldn't it, friend? If you wanted to see me again, all you have to do is ask." He'll, however, let it slide since they're being so polite this time.

Y/N is a bit more desperate that night and ventures out once more but almost steps on a stingray lying in the swallows which Moon must shove them out of the way of. Needless to say, he's not happy about needing to do that in the first place. Humans should not swim in the ocean in the dark. Moon makes it clear they're not to do that again without him here. "I'm not the only thing in the water who gets hungry at night." He trusts that will Y/N be good about his little warning.

The first time Sun calls Y/N beautiful, it doesn't go well, mainly because Y/N thinks Sun is being mean and gets really hurt by this 'mean-spirited' conversation which only confuses Sun until he realizes that, oh, this goes way deeper than he initially thought. He's not going to stand swim for that.

Moon is a bit blunter about Y/N's lack of self-esteem and gets to work reminding them to not talk about themselves like that or get stuck in their head as often as they do, which may or may not involve splashes of salt water to the face, but hey, whatever works :)

[ssahotstuff]

just had another thought - no worries, i know you’re working on lots of projects !! feel free to ignore if you need <33 but i thought i’d submit it before i lost the idea

i’m desperate for literally anything dbf!hotch (yes i’m a sucker for the trope), maybe with a little okay a lot hurt/comfort. i’m thinking reader’s in protective custody or smth and he’s working her case - all the while the team’s noticing little things like his shorter-than-normal temper, how close to the case aaron seems to be, yada yada. maybe he goes against the rules and stays with her some nights, looks out for anyone/anything suspicious, she’s worried so he ends up staying in the room and sharing the bed. she ends up getting hurt (not on his watch), but he rushes to the scene and insists on going with her to the hospital ft. lots of handholding <33 soft aaron just- gets me. right in the feels :’) i feel like too, he’d be the type to camp out in the waiting room - his suit’s a little crumpled, his tie is loose around his neck like he’d been fidgeting with it, he’s forgotten to eat (he’s not even hungry, and the only thing currently in his system is a cup of too-watered down, practically undrinkable coffee from the vending machine) - but he’ll stand at attention the instant there’s any news, the best of which being the nurse informing him that you’re awake and he can see you now. but what an endearing sight 🥺

Some mentions of blood, violence, and a lot of comfort/fluff below the cut!

Word count is like 2.4k

Typically the people I met on cases didn't stick with me. There were just so many faces, too many names to remember, although I tried my hardest. It was a con of the job, not being able to single anyone out, most previous cases remembered in a blur of action and determination, not that we didn't try to build relationships with them, there just wasn't one that stuck out to me until now.

She'd been placed under the watchful guard of an agent in WitSec a week after her case came across my desk, and in three months time, we still hadn't narrowed down who it was that was after her. I was keeping a close eye on things, coming to see her every night on my way in from work; she'd listen for my knock and let me in quickly, and we'd talk until I'd start getting too tired to drive. She was good company, and after having to know everything about her in order to help her, I'd started to open up too. It wasn't necessary for the case, but I wanted to tell her more, and she was willing to listen.

I was exhausted, so I pulled into the drive thru of the coffee shop before making my way to the house she was placed in, two cups of coffee in tow. She always greeted me at the door with a smile, ushering me in happily as she led me to the couch, and tonight was no different. She was happy to see me, but she seemed more on edge than usual. She was jumpy and panicked, and I could see all of the signs even though she hid them well.

"What's going on? What can I do to help?"

She shrugged, tucking her legs beneath her and crossing her arms over her chest, indecisive--I could tell something was going on, but I wasn't sure if she was willing to tell me.

"I'm just scared. Some nights it gets worse than others. I just--I dunno, I get stuck in my head sometimes," she explained, and I nodded in understanding as I reached across the couch to offer her my hand. It took her less than a second to hold it back, looking up to me as if I held all the answers. I wish I did; more than anything I just wanted to make her life return to normal for her. She was alone and away from everything she knew, and other than the agent protecting her, I was the only face she got to see.

"What if I stay with you tonight?"

She perked up instantly, beaming back at me like I'd told her she won the lottery. I liked the way she wanted to be around me, even if it was just because of shitty circumstances. I could tell she enjoyed my company and I really enjoyed having her around. I was glad she lived close so I could still see her when all of this was finally over.

"You'd do that for me?"

I nodded, finishing the last of my coffee before I stood up, shrugging off my blazer.

"Let me go get my bag so I can change. I'll be right back, want to meet me in your room?"

I changed in the bathroom and found her already tucked into bed and waiting on me, and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked in this massive bed that took up most of the room, making her look much smaller. She was the perfect size; I could easily tote her around if she'd let me.

"You look cozy," I slid into bed next to her, leaving just a bit of space between us in case she didn't want to be too close to me. She took me by surprise when she closed the distance between us and put her head on my shoulder, her free arm wrapping around my middle.

"Is this okay?" It came out soft and hushed, and in response I put my forehead to her lips and kissed her.

"Try to get some rest. I'm not going to let anything happen to you. I'm right here," I promised her, and she nodded before going still, her breathing slow and steady, chest rising and falling against me. She was warm, and I was already growing used to having her next to me; I'd never want to sleep alone again now that I'd shared a bed with her. I waited until I knew she was asleep before I shut my eyes, but I slept like a rock all night long beside her.

Waking up to her felt normal, like I'd done it a hundred times before. She was up before me, retreating to the kitchen, letting me lay in her bed a while longer. I was still so warm I didn't want to get up yet, and I was good on time, in fact, I had a little bit of time to spare with her before I left for the day. When she came back, she held two mugs of piping hot coffee, sitting one down on the bedside table for me.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she sat on the edge of the bed next to me, so I rolled over and wrapped my arms around her, still unsure of where we stood but I wanted her to know I wanted to be close to her; I wasn't sure how to show it other than physically--words didn't seem like enough.

"Will you come back tonight?"

I nodded, sitting up so I could bring her closer, reaching for her hand. She looked up at me, more vulnerable and open than I'd ever seen her, chewing anxiously on her bottom lip as she searched for what she really wanted to say--I knew she was holding back because I was doing the same. When she asked if I'd come back, what she really meant was, I really want to see you again.

"I'll stay with you every night I can if you want me to," I admitted, and she smiled softly, leaning back to rest her body against mine. For a moment we just sat there, our breathing in sync as I held her close, more content than I'd been in a while.

"And what about when things are back to normal for me? Will you still be around then?"

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my fingertips on her chin so I could tug her face to meet my eyes.

"I want to be around you all the time," I didn't anticipate her leaning forward and pressing her lips to mine, but it was a welcome feeling nonetheless. It had been so long since I'd kissed anyone that it temporarily took my breath and had me struggling to think properly, but I kissed her back with zero hesitation. Her lips felt smooth and soft against my own, and I quickly found myself opening my mouth for her tongue, teasing my bottom lip. It was all too easy to get engrossed in her, bringing her into my lap so I could keep kissing her, her hands on the back of my head keeping me in place.

"You're the only thing getting me through this," she said breathlessly, and my grip only tightened on her when I realized how much she truly needed me. She didn't realize I needed her just the same, like the air in my lungs. I'd come to find that I couldn't live without her--I didn't want to. If I was certain of anything, it was that she was my future, the brighter part of my days despite how out of sorts her life was at the moment. She always managed to put a smile on my face when she had very little to be happy about currently.

"I'll always be here for you. Always going to keep you safe," I'd do anything at all to keep her out of harms way, even if it meant putting my own life on the line to do so.

"I know."

✨✨✨

The constant blare of sirens was enough to have me panicking before I even knew if she was here or not. The sound was all around me, and although it was typical for a crime scene, and I'd seen it too many times to count, it was too overwhelming for me knowing we were there to look for her.

I thought surely after I left her for the morning, she'd be fine. Things in her safe house were normally quiet, but today in particular had been busy for our unsub. He'd been stalking her online, and he'd known where she was the entire time, lying in wait to make the perfect move, something no one had seen coming.

Garcia had told me at lunch that her location had been compromised and that she was gone, and we took immediate action. Garcia found her stalker within a couple of hours and we were on our way to an abandoned farm to search for her, hoping it wasn't too late.

"We'll find her, Hotch," Morgan told me as we made the drive, and I nodded, my grip so tight on the wheel that my knuckles were white, my eyes focused on the road in front of me.

"We've got to," I said under my breath, because I knew losing her would hurt too much to bare, and I wasn't prepared to find someone else I cared about stiff and lifeless. I tried to keep the worst case scenarios out of my head but it was nearly impossible until I knew she was alright.

Working her case had put a strain on everyone, and I was partly to blame. I was too involved, and they knew it, but they didn't dare say anything for fear of what would happen after. If anyone said her name with a tone that I didn't like, I was saying something;  it wasn't normal for me, but I couldn't help it.

When we arrived, Morgan went in first. He didn't want me finding her if things weren't favorable, so I stood right outside of the door, hoping to hear any sign that she was alive so I could stop worrying. As soon as Morgan kicked down the door, I heard her scream, shrill and loud before I rushed in, running as fast as my feet would carry me until I was met with her, bound and bloody, but alive.

"Aaron," she cried, struggling against the ropes as Morgan worked to cut her bindings off, and once she was free she rushed to me, letting me wrap my arms around her.

"Shh, I've got you now," I couldn't tell where the blood was coming from and that worried me more than anything. It could've been her head, but I couldn't be sure. I needed to get her to an ambulance to get checked out, so I scooped her up and carried her, letting her arms wrap around my neck as I took her to the EMTs.

"Was so afraid you weren't going to find me," she cried as I sat her down, staying as close as I could while the EMT worked to find the source of the bleeding and stop it. She'd been hit over the head, and she more than likely had a concussion along with other mental turmoil that we had no clue of.

"I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. Can I ride with her?" The EMT gave me the okay so I took Morgan my keys and asked him to drop off my car at the hospital so I could ride in the ambulance. They were working on sedating her so they could keep her calm,  so I slid in on the bench seat and took her hand, making sure she knew I was there even if she fell asleep. She shot me a soft smile before her eyes closed and she went still, the first bit of peace she'd had in months.

When we got to the hospital, I was sent to the waiting room. I paced the floors, drank watered down coffee until I had the jitters, but there was still no news. I'd just sat down and started to doze off when her doctor came in and I stood to my feet, asking if there was any update.

"You can see her now. As soon as she finishes her IV fluids, she can go. She's going to be sore, but she's going to be alright."

I followed him down the hall and to her room, where he let me go in alone. The steady beeping of the monitors had me uneasy as I stepped in, looking at her lying on that bed made my stomach churn and my heart drop to my shoes. I crossed the room as quickly as I could and sat right next to her on the bed.

"Glad you're still here," she said, taking my hand in hers. I kissed her head quickly before I looked down at her, sweet and fragile as she stared up at me.

"I'd never leave you. If I would've known--" she cut me off with a kiss; she wouldn't dare listen to me blame myself for this, even if I felt responsible.

"You couldn't have known, Aaron. This isn't your fault. You saved my life," she whispered, voice cracking slightly as a tear slid down her cheek. I quickly wiped it away and she leaned into my palm, letting me cup her face with my hand.

"I'm so glad you're okay."

Even under the harsh glow of hospital lights, surrounded by antiseptic smells and nonstop beeping, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I had no willpower when it came to loving her, I couldn't have stopped it. It was as easy as breathing, and it came just as naturally. Nothing could've prepared me for it. Granted, I'd only loved one other person before, but I knew the feeling well enough to know I was falling for her fast with no sign of slowing down any time soon.

"Can I go home tonight?"

I nodded, but I wasn't taking her to her apartment. I was bringing her home with me so I could keep an eye on her; I wouldn't dare leave her alone after what she'd been through.

"You can go home, or you can come with me so I can spoil you for the next couple of days," I offered, and when she pulled me in for a kiss, I knew I had my answer.

[connoisseursdecomfort]

SxF interview & panel discussion at TICA

I was reading articles about Kyōji Asano (animation director) and Tetsuya Nakatake (producer) attending the Taipei International Comic and Anime International, so I’ve decided to share some of the interesting things I’ve read here.

In the YouTube live video, 

11:10 Nakatake gestured how tiny Anya would be in real life. Asano then gave a quick demonstration on “how to pick up baby Anya and carry her on your shoulder”. I thought that was really cute. As if they all know Anya so well they are ready to babysit her at any second.

12:47 Asano drew a bunch of Anya’s faces. From 12:55 onwards he just started pointing at the faces he drew, and said he enjoyed drawing them very much.

15:54 Nakatake jokingly said they (I’m guessing he meant Nakatake himself, Asano and other staff members who also have children) could particularly relate to tired™ Twilight. They have children and understand how exhausting being a parent could be. 

There are also displays of pictures of character designs and frames sketches. You can see they are particularly proud of the original designs and scenes they’ve created for the show.

No recording is allowed during the panel discussion. I’ve read several articles (Source 1, 2, 3) and a post by an attendee, and what they’ve shared are more or less the same: 

1. They spent a month creating the second ED. They’d actually cooked all the food and presented them on a table so they could draw it. (Source three actually provides many interesting photographs of the food and the sketches hey’ve drawn while producing ED2.) It's such hard work, so much so for a 10-second scene the team had created 100-130 frames, and a member of the team even said he’s gonna quit, but they’d all persisted. Asano said their goal was to make the audience hungry while watching ED2, and was particularly happy to hear from the attendees that they have succeeded.

2. They had also drawn the food Yor made before pixelating it. And no, the team won’t show us what they originally look like. The team likes the scene where Yuri ate and threw up at the same time so much the animator put in extra effort to draw it. (Nakatake: Don’t you like sick characters like Yuri?)

3. The work atmosphere while creating AoT was more stern. On the other hand, it feels more lively when producing SxF. The work atmosphere is usually affected by the content they are creating. The animators have their own ideas they want to express as well, and it is a lucky coincidence when they get to animate a popular work they happen to be interested in, and the audience likes the product as well. They feel the bliss while creating the anime, and hope to create something the whole family can enjoy.

4. They create the OPs and EDs as something to add to the world-building. OPs and EDs also offer an opportunity for the team to show the audience their own interpretation of/ reflections on the story. They went on to explain how OPs and EDs are usually done. Most of the time they would have the song first. The musician would read the manga and write the song. The production team would then design the scenes that would match the song. The director confirms what scenes would be needed, and the animation team proceeds to create the OP/ED.

5. It is of utmost importance to make Anya cute. Asano suggested to draw her hair first, then the shape of her face. Draw her facial features last.

6. When asked of their favourite scenes, Nakatake said the interview scene where Loid punched the table was what inspired him to push the sxf animation project forward. Asano liked ep 5. He thought it made the story livelier. 

7. Nakatake likes Yor the best. He says he wants to meet her in real life, and claims he doesn’t mind eating her food. (He also likes the scene where Bond ate the cookies Yor made and fainted.) Asano wants a daughter like Becky. If he had to choose between Anya and Becky, he would still choose Becky.

PS I've also shared an identical article here. I did the translation myself. I didn't translate everything. For example, Asano also mentioned AoT as another example of how they do original scenes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy reading this.

[nicoleiacross]

[Ghost(Band)] Defective [Links to AO3]

My internet has been out for three days but I will post a fucking fluffery damnit. ...I mean it’s sad but it’s fluffy sad? I’ve had a long three days.

♥

Fandom: Ghost (Band) Rating: General (some swearing, nothing serious) CW: nothing serious Lesser Warnings: headcanon galore, author uses sodo instead of dew, pre-Aether/Sodo? Can be read as fluffy friendship or ship-ship

Summary:  Sodo having an off day isn't rare; just a concern when they have to get Aether to handle it.

A/N: There was a post on tumblr about Sodo being self conscious about how quickly he replaced Ifrit. And I also found a Ritual recording of Devil's Church/Guitar Shenanigans/Cirice were people were boo'ing Sodo. Like I'm sure it was in good fun but it was still like bro is this necessary wtf... 

But anyways, so that happened lmao.

There are some mentions of various headcanon from Mountain regarding a much bigger thing I'm working on but if anyone has questions please never hesitate to ask ♥ Otherwise, as usual, I do not have an editor of any sort, so if you notice typos, please lemme know ♥ Enjoy and thank you for reading /)(\

Extras: Status: Complete! [< AO3 Link] Word Count: ~5.4k

It's a rare occurrence, for Sodo to be so terribly off kilter.

Aether isn't positive when it starts; but, at some point, Sodo starts sticking to the front of the stage, center and left, instead of running up to Swiss or Cirrus as much as he normally does. He's pretty sure they all just assume he's starting to run out of steam—tired, hungry, maybe a combination of both. … Probably tired, because he's not being nearly as cranky as he gets when he's hungry. It would also, for better or worse, account for why he just… freezes up in the middle of Dance Macabre.

There's a brief falter—Copia manages to catch himself before he looks back or stumbles over more than a few words. It keeps some of the attention off of Sodo, at least, and gives him a chance to recover. Rain's closer and goes over to check on him, no different than when he fell and they played it off. Aether's not close enough to join him and running across the stage would probably just make it more obvious. He still shoots a quick glance over his shoulder, just to see if Swiss or Mountain has an idea of what's going on. He can't be positive Mountain isn't trying to get Rain or Sodo's attention; and, Swiss spares them a quick glance before he offers Aether a shrug, never once losing his own beat.

Aether shakes it off and tries to keep his focus on the show before it escalates. Honestly, if it weren't the fact Copia had tripped over the lyrics, he'd assume that it was something staged, to combat the weird rumours that… kinda crop up every once in a while that the instruments aren't live.

He forgets about it fairly quickly, when Rain and Sodo come back down to the front stage and everything seems to be back on track.

He sticks around for the final bow, at least; but, that's also when Aether loses track of him. Odd, but not unusual. Sometimes he climbed up on Swiss or Mountain's back instead, tired and overstimulated already. Sometimes he and Rain snuck off to hoard snacks before Cirrus or Aether could stop them—particularly shows that ended later in the day and they had to stop Sodo from trying to go through the venue's entire stock of the little coffee pods. Sometimes he just wanted to run before they were all contained to the tour bus or hotel rooms again. He always came back in time for loading the buses, no matter what he was getting up to.

Regardless, he doesn't think anything of it until they're helping the road crew finish loading the bus. The Ghoulettes are already on the bus—claiming their corner and preparing everyone else's nightly routines. He's not sure where Papa went and it doesn't even occur to him that it might be odd Sodo isn't helping with the stage equipment, in that moment. Probably because he's focused on the way the road Ghouls fuss at him and Swiss, both, despite the fact they always offer the assurance they want to help. A lot of them are… particular about their instruments. Rain, for that matter, is still clinging to his bass, even as he nods off; he fusses—briefly—as Mountain tries to wrestle it free of his grip as gently as possible. Aether goes to help—gently prying Rain's fingers loose with soft words to distract him; reminding him his claws can pierce the guitar case, that it'll be more secure in storage. It ends in the bassist more or less melting against him and whining petulant curses about being tired and making sleepy, empty threats in Mountain's general direction about being careful with his bass.

A silly complaint, when they all know Mountain's been helping load and unload the buses since Papa II's days; but, one they never hold against Rain. They were all particular in their own ways and he, especially, got clingy with the bass every year, like clockwork. It's… a disturbingly good way to keep track of time and know when Copia needs extra comfort, as the anniversary of the brothers' deaths comes and goes.

He's only considered, in passing, as he's doing a final headcount, that maybe that's why Sodo had run out of steam so early in the show. Maybe the anniversary of death was finally starting to affect him, too.

Except, as he's turning to head into the bus—to count who's inside, just as much so he can get out of his uniform—Copia comes around the back of the bus—still in his blue jacket, more than a little frazzled—and catches his shoulder. He kind of hears Swiss mumble an under breathed exhale of, "Oh, boy…" behind him, but he doesn't get long to think on it.

"Aether, I—you know I would not ask this of you, were it not important—please get Sodo."

Aether just stares at his human and slowly turns to do another headcount, relying on feeling the others out that he can't see right away. Swiss is holding Rain up, now, one arm around his waist; Mountain… went back into the venue at some point; it takes him a few seconds to separate the Ghoulettes from each other, so he assumes they've all fallen asleep in a pile, already; the road Ghouls have all climbed into the second bus, but he still takes the time to count them out, individually, just to make sure Sodo didn't sneak into their bus for some reason… and, finally, turns his attention up, finally spotting Sodo huddled up on the roof of their bus. For a split second, he almost thinks he's seeing things; but, a nearby light catches the horns of his mask and confirms that… he is up there and Aether's not actually getting worse at keeping track of people.

Of course, now he has to actually process and acknowledge that… Sodo's on the roof of their bus and he shakes his head a few times.

"Wait—when did he—wait, why me?" His tail flickers down from his waist without him realising it, lashing about anxiously a few times before he notices and hastily pulls it back under his jacket, wrapped firmly around him like a belt. He knows humans have a hard time seeing their features, but he really doesn't want to deal with being the one that happens to get caught. "Rain's much better at handling Sodo—"

"We already tried, Aeth." Swiss sighs and, when Aether finally turns to look back at the pair, he's rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. "Well. Rain tried first…"

"He told me to piss off." Rain adds, his voice slurring a little as he yawns, wide enough his fangs are on display for a moment before he puts his head back against Swiss' shoulder, struggling to stay awake and probably just to stay standing. "Second time I tried, he climbed up the bus… and, when I tried to follow he threatened to eat my face. Helmet included."

Aether wants to point out that he can't… but, they also thought Sodo couldn't bite through an amp. They probably shouldn't make that mistake again.

Instead of focusing on that, he tries to point out that Swiss has better luck with Sodo, too, just to get cut off again.

"I tried giving him his vape, already." Swiss shrugs, shifting to where he can kneel and Rain lets out a relieved sigh as he slumps over the other Ghoul's back. Swiss adjusts his hold so he can stand and still carry Rain without too much issue. "Thought he went for a run after final bow, but he was just out here, so… made sense, yeah? He threw it in my face and told me to go back inside. So… we totally believe in you. Have fun."

Swiss is inside the bus before Aether can protest that that hardly constitutes trying! The only reason he doesn't try to yank on Swiss' tail is because he doesn't want to risk hurting Rain.

Copia doesn't… look like he's going to make Aether do it. Copia's still an option himself and Mountain was… well, he could handle the biting and thrashing when Sodo was in a bad mood. Arguably better than Aether could. But, Mountain finally comes out of the venue and up on his side with only a gentle tap on the shoulder as a warning.

"Sodo left his guitar inside." When Aether turns to him, sure enough, the case strap is over Mountain's shoulder and he holds out his free hand, dropping… a substantial number of guitar picks into Aether's hand. "He didn't throw any, except what was on stage from the early ammunition, so far as I can tell. Those are all from his pick guard and strap."

Aether looks down at the pile in his hand and lets out a slow breath through his nose to try mentally preparing himself. If Sodo's already chased everyone else off… and Copia did come from around the bus, which means he probably tried already… Aether's absolutely going to get mauled. But, of the lot, he can probably reduce the damages the easiest without hurting Sodo.

"I'll… try. Can you make sure his guitar gets put up properly?"

Mountain gives a dismissive salute with two fingers before he takes the picks back and heads onto the bus. Sodo's… less possessive of his guitar, but it's still nice seeing the others taking care of instruments that aren't theirs. Aether gives Copia a gentle push towards the bus, "Please, go inside, Papa. I'll take care of Sodo."

Copia still looks worried; but, he nods and—after looking up, one more time, like he's considering calling Sodo down—he heads inside. Mountain comes back out, briefly, to load the guitar into the storage compartment.

"Rain's out cold, so if he bites or starts a fire…" He shrugs one shoulder and gestures, vague and a bit uncertain, towards where Sodo's hiding. "I'll help how I can, if he does, but… there's security cameras everywhere. And we don't have anyone to cover for property damage, anymore…"

Special would definitely make things a lot easier. Not necessarily because he was good at dealing with other Ghouls—honestly, the few times Aether interacted with him, he was probably the most confrontational of the third era. But he was good at containing issues and sweet talking humans into being slightly less worried about any property damage they may have accidentally caused. Omega would've been ideal. Hell, even Alpha or Cowbell—literally any other Fire Ghoul or anyone not Aether. Hes still not sure where he stands with the Fire Ghoul.

Still, it does make him curious and he manages to stop Mountain before he heads back into the bus. "Mountain? How did… you deal with Special? Papa and his predecessor always… mentioned you two used to fight a lot. A lot worse than Sodo and… basically anybody."

He knows Mountain hates talking about it. His tail actually slides down from around his waist, going limp before it curls once around his leg for security. "We… didn't really fight. I mean—yeah, I guess it looked like fighting, but we… were just messing around. We were the youngest by a few decades, compared to everyone else; and, the first two, in a long time, that could actually talk. Earth had his hands full with his band mates and Papa Emeritus' health—the. Primo, I mean—Emeritus I." He flusters for a few seconds and, for the first time, Aether realises how weird everything probably is for Mountain. Having to constantly change how he addressed the humans around him.

He recovers and shrugs again, picking listlessly at his claws. "None of Emeritus I's other Ghouls wanted to deal with Special. That's why I was summoned—because Earth was busy and no one really knew what else they could do about him. My purpose was collateral control, not…" He tails off, attention fixed on the ground for those few seconds too long. Those few seconds it takes Aether to realise that… Mountain didn't really know what he was supposed to do. He wasn't summoned to be part of band, even if he did soak up what he could.

He tries to make a note to talk to him about it, later. Or get Copia involved… or would that be out of line? He's never sure how to handle the older Ghoul.

Mountain shaking his head gets Aether's attention back to the present, "My point was, what worked for our situation… isn't what you need for Sodo. … Also, that you're worrying way too much. You already know how to handle Sodo, Aeth. Just… y'know. Do that thing you do. I promise—despite how much Sodo bitches, it really does work."

He doesn't have a reason to doubt the words; but, he was still maybe hoping for something a little more concrete. How to deal with spontaneous fires or the aggressive biting that could end in one or both of them getting sick. It's not until Mountain closes the door into the bus that he really stops to think about the fact Sodo… probably could hear them. If he was paying attention, he could have, anyways. Which means there's a really good chance he's going to be in a worse mood than Aether was anticipating.

Still, he pulls one more deep breath to prepare himself and rounds to the back of the bus so he can scale the ladder. He knows Mountain mentioned security cameras, but he's really hoping they're closer to the venue and don't have a great view of the bus, because the first thing he notices—after the fact that Sodo hadn't bothered getting out of his uniform and the tight ball he's sitting in does not look comfortable—is that his tail is out and curled around his body, with the spade tucked over his shoulder and against his neck, like a small source of comfort.

Aether's careful as he moves across the bus—careful to keep his footing, just as much as he's keeping an eye on Sodo. Appropriately, because the moment he gets too close, he sees the tips of Sodo's horn starting to glow a faint orange and emit a warning of smoke. Even so, his voice is… quiet.

"I'm not in the mood, Aether. Go away."

"I just want to talk, Sodo—or… or not." He's really glad he's still far enough back that Sodo's tail doesn't reach him, even when it uncoils from his body in a single, sharp motion, like he's trying to lash out. A warning, more than a threat; but, one Aether takes to heart and carefully sits down just out of range of the tail. "I'm fine just sitting here, if you don't want to talk."

There's a small stretch of silence before his tail slowly coils back around his body, tighter if possible, and Aether almost hears him grumble out a dismissive whatever. His horns slowly cool off until they're the ashen white again and Aether ends up wandering, in passing, just how many times Sodo's set them on fire for them to be that colour. He has… some vague memory of the horns being grey at some point… or maybe that was just a temporary mask while they tried to figure out how to get his to fit properly on the broken horn.

He knows the thoughts are just a desperate distraction from how much potential danger he's in… and maybe to distract him from how… absolutely miserable Sodo feels. He really wishes he'd asked Omega more about how to differentiate between intiution for the others' state of being and his own perceptions, because he's… really not positive he isn't just projecting the emotion, based on how non-responsive Sodo's been most of the evening.

The silence—and, in some capacity, the patience and perseverence to not leave Sodo to his own devices, finally makes the smaller Ghoul raises his head from where it's been pushed against his knees. He's still quiet for a spell longer; but, he's at least turned so he can face Aether and scooted forward a little bit. Aether's still out of range of his tail—he thinks—but it's… progress. It's also making him realise that he's not projecting and, even if he is, Sodo actually does look as miserable as he feels.

Before Aether can try to bridge the silence, Sodo finally speaks up, his attention off to the side so he doesn't have to make direct eye contact.

"Papa needs to replace me."

Aether just stares at him, trying desperately to actually process the words. They… the words themselves make sense. He understands what Sodo's telling him. But he also has absolutely no idea what the Hell he's on about.

He must be quiet for too long because Sodo raises his head, briefly, before quickly ducking it once more, his tongue darting out in a nervous gesture to wet his lip. Something he picked up around the Ministry, no doubt, but still a sign he's a lot worse off than he's letting on. "He does. He should have when Al—" He freezes up before the name fully forms and a shudder makes it look like he's trying to shake off. "When… when my horn was damaged." His left hand goes up, finger tips hovering near the left horn, just shy of touching it. He never really recovered from the trauma of his horn being clipped, even when the masks give the illusion of a full horn. "I'm defective—he doesn't need a deffective Ghoul, especially as Papa, he—"

"--Sodo—wait, what the fuck, Sodo, slow down." Sodo's mouth snaps shut and his hands go back to his lap, fingers curled tight in his pants. His tail's wound around his neck, tight enough that Aether almost worries he's going to hurt himself before he remembers they don't… actually need to breathe. He takes a slow breath, trying to get back on track and figure out where the idea even came from. "Who the fuck called you defective?"

He's… different and erratic, sure; but, he's not defective. "Why would you think Papa needs to replace you? He doesn't and we both know he isn't going to."

"He needs to." Sodo insists and, for a long stretch of uncomfortable silence, that's the only argument he makes. One Aether can't—and doesn't try to—counter, if only because he's still… really confused.

He's pretty sure it wasn't Imperator. As harsh as she was with most Ghouls, she… tolerated them, specifically, more than she did any of the others. Because they were there to make Copia shine and she wanted him to succeed. So long as they helped with that, she… tolerated them, and that should have included Sodo. So he's fairly positive it wasn't her and, by extension, he's pretty sure it wasn't Nihil, either. He never interacted with the Ghouls, so long as he could avoid it.

He's certain the man—ghost? … Whatever he constituted as, now, Aether's positive he doesn't hate the Ghouls or even dislike them, really… they're just a reminder of what happened to his sons. The band, in general, is a glaring reminder of what he's lost.

None of the other Ghouls would've said anything that negative. Even when they bullied each other, they made sure to keep it light hearted and apologise when a line was crossed.

He can't think of anyone else that would've planted the idea—even Alpha, in the short time Sodo had warmed up to being around him, had ever spoken badly of him. Sodo may have annoyed him, it was just that. Eager and annoying, but always in an… endearing and weirdly affectionate way.

So, Aether finally bites the bullet and tries to get more information. "Sodo… you know Papa isn't going to replace you without a good reason. And there isn't one, so why do you think he needs to?"

"There's plenty of good reasons." For how vague he's being, he's still quick to argue. "I messed up—I keep messing up. Papa doesn't need that, he needs things to be perfect, it has to be perfect—"

Maybe it is Imperator. But that still doesn't feel right, despite the fact it sounds right.

"Nothing needs to be perfect. We all make mistakes and, frankly, you don't make that many."

Sodo's tail finally unwinds from his neck and for a split second, Aether's almost worried he's about to get struck by it; but, it just starts flickering about anxiously and he's again reminded to be extremely worried about the potential security cameras. Hopefully it just looks like a malfunction or trick of light and shadow. Unfortunately—or, maybe fortunately, because he immediately pulls his tail back to his body, wrapping it in his hands tight enough that it has to hurt—Sodo seems to realise he's made a mistake and makes a distressed noise in his throat.

"See."

"That was an accident and you know our void forms are… weird."

None of them really understand it. Mountain tried to explain what he'd learned from older Ghouls about how humans perceive them—about how it was really only the upper clergy or people with the Papal Eye that could see them properly. But none of them understand why or how. Regardless, Sodo specifically knows that there's always… some convenience that keeps them hidden, even if they are all waiting for the day that isn't true. Which is apparently what Sodo's focusing on.

"I missed my cue."

Okay, yes, that was still weird. But, not the weirdest thing that's ever happened.

"Ifrit's missed his cue, before."

For some reason that makes him go tense and Aether… might be figuring out where some of the need for perfection is coming from. Even as a temporary stand-in, he remembers Sodo fretting about the missed cue. Bothering Ifrit incessantly to make sure that wasn't why he was replaced, when they all knew Ifrit was temporary. He'd taken it in stride and tried to assure Sodo as much, Aether just… thought that was the end of it. He amends the statement, quickly.

"We all missed our cue for Hunter's Moon a while ago. Papa wasn't mad at us." Exasperated, maybe, and the audience had seemed amused. He relaxes. A little. … Enough he's stopped pulling his tail tighter than it already is wrapped around his hands.

"I fell on stage."

That was… years ago. But, he doesn't bring attention to that.

"Rain has. So has Swiss. Emeritus III did. A lot. According to Papa and Omega."

That actually gives Sodo pause, before he grumbles out an agreement. "Okay, yeah, that's a good point…"

Aether actually smiles a little and carefully scoots forward until he's close enough he can reach over and start to gently unwind Sodo's tail from the death grip he has on it. Sodo doesn't bother resisting or even hissing and Aether is remotely worried about his tail suddenly lashing out, anymore. Once he's succeeded in freeing it from Sodo, he keeps the spade in his hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the curved bit to try calming him down a little more.

He knows there's more and being patient has worked so far.

"... I—" He finally seems to have run out of other excuses to hide behind and Aether gives an encouraging hum for him to continue. "I'm… … it's really stupid, just—why can't I just be replaced with someone better?"

Aether releases his tail before it pulls too hard. It writhes about before finding its way back into Sodo's grip, his hands gripping the length and pulling and twisting it again.

"Sodo… no one wants to replace you, why would you want that? Do you think we do?" He shakes his head, sharply. There's no hesitation, so it's… no one in the immediate grouping. Which he was pretty certain of before, but it's nice to have confirmation. "Do… you want to be replaced? Ignoring whoever you think wants you replaced… do you want to be replaced?"

The pause is concerning, but Sodo still shakes his head, again, after a stretch of contemplation. "No—I… I don't, but… defective equipment should be replaced. Shouldn’t it?"

"Equipment, yes. You are not equipment, though." It still doesn't sound like Imperator. Maybe someone else around the Ministry? But not… necessarily her.

"But, they—I don't… care if they like you more, but I—but if they don't like me, then… then what if that's stopping people from coming to Rituals, I don't want to be responsible for that, people are supposed to enjoy what we do, if they don't—if I'm why they don't, I—"

Aether doesn't stop him. The circles are making less and less sense, the more he frets and his horns are starting to glow again as he works himself up. All Aether can do is grab his hands to get him to stop for a minute. It works, thankfully; Sodo freezes up immediately and his mouth snaps shut. It gives Aether a chance to try processing.

Someone… didn't like him… and that was enough to be considered a defect? If "they" like Aether more and it's in regards to the Rituals, he… has to be talking about the attendees. But that's never stopped him before. Not like this.

"Sodo, I—what even are you talking about? They love you. I mean—yeah, things get chaotic sometimes, but it works for you. For us—th-the band! Us as in the band!" He shakes his head, sharply, to get back on track. "My point was, people love that energy and you—"

It's probably pretty damn obvious when it finally hits him. He thinks Sodo whines and is trying to get his hands free of Aether's grip; but, Aether's mind is an hour in the past as it finally hits him why the Ritual was so… odd in the second half.

It started during the guitar battle. It always starts during the guitar battle—what began as Sodo tuning his guitar for Cirice to give Papa a chance to change his outfit, it's… them, now. It let Sodo get some of the overstimulated energy out when things were otherwise slow; it let Aether be that little bit more aggressive, even if they did blow it out of proportions sometimes; and, most importantly, it was just… fun. A small bit they got to share, instead of sharing the whole stage.

Getting the audience involved was a fun bonus. Dragging Rain in on occasions was a fun bonus. Dragging anyone else in was a fun bonus, but it was mostly for them.

There were… instances, of course. One of the unfortunate parts of being Ghouls, was they were… very attuned to things around them. For their own safety. For their summoner's safety. Even with the foam ear plugs and specially designed pieces to feed them their cues and protect their hearing weren't… always as efficient as they could be. They could still hear things from the outside. Useful to listen for threats.

Less useful when the crowds were… negative. He's heard stories from older Rituals. When Primo had been Papa. He remembers Earth telling them about it, at Mountain's insistance. He's heard it a few times at their own Rituals, but usually in… good fun. At least, he interpreted it as good fun and… Sodo usually did.

But, with the anniversary of the deaths coming up, it… makes sense he wouldn't have today. Not if he was already anxious about being replaced.

Aether… might feel a little bad that Sodo immediately flinches and backs up when he stands. But, he waits for him to still again and makes sure Sodo can see his hands when he moves this time. As much as Aether—and most of them, really—have filled out in the new uniforms, it just makes Sodo look even smaller than before. Especially when he tries to curl in on himself; but, it also just makes it easier for Aether to pick him up, sit back down without hurting either of them, and situate Sodo in his lap so his back is flush to Aether's chest. The comfort of a full body hug without the anxiety that came with people seeing him vulnerable.

As expected, Sodo goes rigid immediately and Aether's full expecting to get elbowed or headbutted. But, he also isn't surprised when Sodo just curls tighter into himself, wrapping around Aether's arms. He still doesn't have a full grasp on how hugs work, but it's his version and that's what matters. Aether doesn't bring attention to the stuttered attempts to regulate his breathing and just nuzzles gently at the back of his neck.

"There's always going to be someone who doesn't like us. But that does not make you defective and you do not need to be replaced. The only thing you need to do is the best you can. And when you can't just let us—… let… me know. Let me help. I don't want you replaced. No one wants you replaced."

It takes a while longer for them to move. It's mostly just getting Sodo calm enough that he won't be anxious going into the bus if anyone's still awake. Most of it, admittedly, is Aether being extra snuggly; nuzzling at his neck and mumbling affirmations and praise for all of the things he's amazing at. At least five for every perceived flaw, even when Sodo flusters and mumbles that he's being ridiculous, his tail is still betraying how pleased he is. Things that can be revisited and reaffirmed when he's in a better headspace, when they can… maybe have a full conversation about them, that isn't just Aether trying to figure out where they stand.

All things for later.

Everyone's asleep when they do get down into the bus. He gives Sodo a gentle push and quiet direction to go change out of his uniform, he'll take care of setting up a nest. Copia's passed out at one of the tables, with Swiss draped over him. Aether shuffles over, hoping that putting a blanket over them won't actually wake either—especially Copia—and nearly swears when Swiss sits up.

"Mmm… Aeth? Oh… cool, you survived. Great job. … He okay?"

Okay seems like a stretch. Still, Aether offers a smile and tips his head towards the closed off portion fo the bus they keep clothes in. "Maybe not right now, but… he will be. Just needs some rest."

"Knew you could do it. Told Papa not to worry…" He cuts off with a wide yawn and just snuggles back up to the human. It is really impressive Copia doesn't wake up once… and maybe a little concerning. But, something to focus on later. "You get some sleep, too. You're gonna have your hands full later."

Swiss is out cold again before Aether can ask for any sort of explanation. He just goes back to dropping a bunch of blankets and pillows in a corner that's out of the way from everyone and starts pulling his own uniform off with the intent to just change into something quick once Sodo comes back out… except when he does shuffle out—in a sweater he probably stole out of Aether's stash, given his inability to keep the shirt on both shoulders—he holds out Aether's normal sleep wear on tour and disappears back with his uniform. Aether's… not sure when Sodo learned what he sleeps in. But, he doesn't question it and just pulls the shirt and shorts on and lays out on the edge of the pile of blankets and pillows.

When Sodo finally joins him, he spends probably five minutes wriggling around to find a comfortable spot to sleep and figure out how many blankets he wants to be wrapped up in. Once he finally stills, facing Aether, he just stares, quietly, until Aether finally moves close enough he doesn't have to move Sodo too much to be flush against him.

Sodo immediately relaxes and buries himself further in the coccoon he's made himself, until only his right horn is peeking out. The left one does, a little bit, and Aether gives the jagged edge a gentle kiss before he settles. It gets a small wriggle, but nothing more.

They can deal with the rest in the morning or… whenever it comes.

[sadpretty-blog-blog]

my body is so uncomfortable to exist in right now. even though mentally i know i’m okay and my body is doing what it’s supposed to be doing, physically i feel that something is not the way it usually is and it’s so uncomfortable. i feel like i have a balloon in my stomach but not how i usually feel bloated because i know how to make that feeling go away overnight but i have no idea how long this will last and its so frustrating it makes me actually want to cry. especially because i have a break from work this week and i can’t even enjoy it and it’s summertime but i want to stay inside in the air conditioning so i can wear baggy clothes and no one can look at me. i feel like i still look pregnant even though i know there’s no way i am. even when the bleeding and the cramping stops there’s no way of knowing when i will feel normal and my cycle will re regulate and i can at least have an idea of when i’ll be feeling like what. but now it’s so unpredictable i feel like i’m in 15 different bodies throughout the day because the pain and discomfort fluctuates so much. but the bloating doesn’t go away my stomach is just a ball all the time. and it makes me feel so fucking bad about myself i feel so heavy inside and so tired i feel like i want to take a bottle brush and scrub out my insides so i can feel lighter and fresher. i feel like my insides are dirty right now. like there’s an inch thick filth lining every inch of my body on the inside. and i am so tired of bleeding i don’t think i’ve ever had a period where i bleed this much. i think i’ve had more blood in the past 4 days than i normally do over two whole periods. i know it’s very normal it just feels uncomfortable and i want it to stop because i don’t like knowing there was that much inside of me to begin with. but i guess i’d rather it get out of my body i want everything out of me i feel so heavy and sludgy. 

i am also so frustrated because i know emotionally i’d feel fine if i didn’t feel this way physically. the relief i felt friday night was so gorgeous i wish i could feel that good all the time. i think i had a smile on my face while sitting on the couch all alone just feeling grateful that it was over, not realizing i still had days of discomfort ahead of me. i feel so frustrated by how disgusting i feel. i wanna feel skinny and pretty and sexy. and vic makes me feel so pretty because i know he genuinely believes it but i don’t feel pretty i feel fat and lardy and thick and like i look like i let myself go. which makes me want to sob hysterically because i care so much about how my body looks but i feel so out of control. 

i think that’s the problem i feel very out of control. i can’t just drink a laxative and have a flat stomach tomorrow. i cant wear whatever tight clothes i want because they aren’t fitting me right. it doesn’t matter if i wake up early or drink 3 caffeinated drinks in 1 day because i will still be exhausted. it doesn’t matter if my hair and makeup look so good because right in the middle of my body i feel swollen and misshapen and so so wrong. maybe this was what i needed to really regain self control and push myself farther than i ever have before once it’s over. maybe if i start now i can get a head start. i don’t need to eat food to feel better emotionally. it only ends up hurting me in the long run when i hate my reflection and i want to tear all my clothes to shreds and not let another living being look at me. i need to only eat when i am actually hungry and stop eating when i’m satiated and not so stuffed that i don’t want to move. and i need to fucking wake up early and move my body and do things and get out of the house so i can burn calories and stop sitting on the fucking couch. i don’t deserve to sit on the couch or eat garbage anymore i don’t do anything to deserve it. maybe i deserve the couch for a few more days until i feel good but i don’t need to be eating snacks or sugar or sodium or carbs or anything i will regret or anything that will cause more and more bloating. i need self control again. i need to be in control of myself and my body. it’s up to me what i look like and how i feel and i think i forget that. i don’t like how i look in the mirror and i guess i feel like it’s not my fault or like there’s some invisible force making me look the way i do. but there is nothing and no one in control over myself but me. i need to take control. i am taking control over myself right now. 

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Caring For You

Pairing - Arvin Russel x Pregnant Reader

Summary - Arvin love towards you, never burning out. Now that your pregnant, he is being a bit more protective over you as usual! Sweet reassure to him, calms him down.

Warnings - swearing, mentions of being naked in the bath but that’s all! It is fluffy!

A/N - Thank you for your request @justapurrcat such a sweet soul! Make sure you read their fanfiction as it is good! Love making this request, it was interesting. Hope you enjoy 🥰

Word count - 1K +

The boy you grew to love and cherish was a bit quite and grumpy towards people, sometimes to yourself but you found something else too! That being a better soft side to him, you love how he loves and cherish you just the same way as you do to him!

Finding out that your pregnant with a little one, Arvin is over joyed with Grace for you and him. He is happy to start a little family of your own. Although, he can be quite over protective in some areas. None the less you find him quite endearing, even when you have to step in to reassure him that everything is ok!

You lay in bed with Arvin’s arms gently, wrapped around your baby bump. Soft snores come from you as Arvin kisses your cheek, “Sleep well, my love and you too! Little one,” he smiles, the baby must of heard him because your little munchkin kicked in your womb just a tad.

A few hours later, in the middle of the night. You stirred in your sleep, the baby in you now fully awake wanting attention as they kick. You sat up as you going to get out of bed to get a late night snack, Arvin seemed to be awake too.

“Where are you going, Darlin’?” Arvin softly questioned, he held your arm to stop you from moving.

“To get something to eat, the baby won’t stop kicking and I’m hungry,” you sigh as your tummy rumbled but you are also tired.

Arvin immediately, jumped up out of bed urging you to go back into bed. “No, no sweetheart! You stay right there, I’ll go get you some food,” Arvin kisses your forehead, “what would you like?”

Arvin grins as you couldn’t get a word in to do it yourself but you guess he’s showing that he cares, which is really sweet.

“Just a ham roll would do with some fruit,” you smile, “And also that chocolate bar you bought me, Thank you Arvin!”

“It be my pleasure, ma’am!” Arvin winking at you teasing as he walks downstairs to the kitchen.

You smile as you pull the cover back over you, of course you would get yourself food but you knew there was no point arguing with your husband.

Arvin didn’t like the idea that you got up in the middle of the night to go downstairs, he was protective like that.

Also, it was cold downstairs, Arvin didn’t want you to catch a cold to make you ill. you deserved a break at least at night, you cooked and clean while looking after the house and then you gave your love to Arvin.

Arvin loved you so god damn much, he would do anything for you! He made your food, then brought it back up to you. Talking to you while you eat so he can make sure your asleep before him.

Arvin will have his arm around you that much tighter, worried that you will wonder off in the night without him. You smile, grateful that he cares, it’s just he’s got a funny way in showing it.

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After last night, Arvin got more protective starting from little things to bigger things.

Arvin hated that he had to leave you alone to go work but he had to work to make sure you live. That’s the only thing in life, he couldn’t change.

However, Arvin did make changes in the past week for the both of you in your little home.

“Arvin, Did you put that shower holder up on the wall?” You giggle, “we got that months ago and you didn’t put it up,”

“Oh well I decided that you didn’t want to bend down that much with your bump and all,” Arvin smiled, kissing your cheek.

“Oh ok, Thank you that’s great!” You smiled and kissed his cheek. You think nothing of it but him just being helpful around the house, which you are grateful for.

“Bye, Darlin’ love you!” Arvin kisses you on the lips gently, “love you, little one too!” He bends down kissing your growing bump.

“We love you too, Arvin bye,” you kiss back smiling, waving at him at the door step as he went off to work in his car.

You start to make breakfast for yourself and then after, just about to pick up his laundry but seeing it’s already in the basket.

That’s strange, you thought. Normally, he leaves it on the floor for you to pick up. You giggle as you place the laundry into the machine.

Arvin being at work today is nice because as much as you love him. You adore the peace as well while, doing the chores around house.

You look over to see the ironing board already set up? You swore you put it back last night, maybe you have forgotten? You thought.

You plugged in the iron to start on Arvin’s shirts, playing soft music in the background on the radio as you worked.

In Reality, it was actually Arvin placing the ironing board out for you. Just before he went to work, he loved to do the little things for you.

Arvin made sure he can do as much as he can for you, without you noticing too much because then you will worry. He can’t have you worrying, it’s not exactly good for you or your baby. 

You walk to the grocery store to get some fresh food such as meat and vegetables. you needed those ingredients to cook a good casserole dinner for tonight!

The shops were only 5 min walk, your lucky that you actually live near them or else you knew Arvin would try to take you there. You prefer to walk, getting exercise is good for yourself and your baby.

You get home to pack the shopping away, seeing that the frigid is clean? You swear that it was dirty yesterday, you was going to do it today. Did Arvin actually cleaned it? Or has your eyes not working, you giggle. 

You sweep the floors, dust through the rooms as much as you can. Make the beds with new sheets as you stripped the old, throwing them in the wash. Your about to have a shower, groaning how you need to clean the shower first but.

To your surprise, the shower is immaculate! Your eyes widen, Arvin must really put elbow grease into that one. You smiled as you can have a shower, you didn’t really like showers not that much but just a quick one will do until later. 

You had a shower, got dressed only seeing it was around 2-3pm. You had to have lunch after, you was talking to your baby as it kicked but fell asleep on the bed.

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When Arvin got home, you was going to prepare and do dinner. Greeting him with a hug and a kiss seeing that sometimes, he’s grumpy after work. He lightens up after seeing you, which you adore.

You went into the kitchen to do the dishes as you left some from lunch and breakfast. You hear rustling around the living room, you went to see what it was. You immediately noticing that Arvin quickly, sat back down on the couch. 

“Arvin, what was you doing? And why are there extra pillows on the couch?” You asked, as you went in the living room just about to cook dinner but something else caught your eye.

“ oh I added them, so your comfortable when you sit down,” Arvin looked up from his newspaper, “Talking about sitting down, why don’t you sit down Darlin’?”

“Arv, awe Thank you but you know I’m making dinner! I can’t just sit down,” You rushed back in the kitchen but a certain someone following you, “Arvin! I can cook while I’m pregnant, it’s not going to effect anything,” you giggle, playfully.

“I know, I know but I just want you safe! Honey,” Arvin looks around the kitchen to see plugs in the sockets, taking them out, “why did you do that for?” You asked, just as you was going to bend down.

You saw Arvin get the pots and pants out for you to cook dinner, “You certainly didn’t need to do that! Mr,” you tutted, your arms now folded.

“The sockets could burn you and I’m just being helpful, don’t want you to bend too far to hurt yourself,” Arvin kisses your cheek, taking out an rag to clean the surface for you.

“I can do it myself, Arvin! I don’t need you to do that stuff for me, Baby,” You pout, taking the rag from him, “It is nice for you to do things for me but not every time,”

“But what if you hurt yourself?” Arvin whispers, lowly as he has his head down like a puppy, “I just want to protect you, I don’t mean to get in the way,”

You bring your arms closer to him, wrapping them around his waist. “I know, your not getting in the way sweetheart! Your just loving me and our baby,”

You laid your head on his chest as you snuggle further into his body, “I know you may be scared or worried as your mum, bless her passed away but don’t worry! I’ll be ok!”

You look up in his eyes smiling, his warm, brown eyes smiling back at yours. In a heart beat, Arvin kissed you passionately. “I understand your words, Darlin’,” he smiles, kissing you again, “I love you and our baby, so much!”

“Me and our baby loves you so much too! Arvin,” you grinned to him, “now, please go back in the room and let me cook,” you kiss his cheek as he nods, walking over to the room.

“And, also I know it was you, who did all those little thing for me ARVIN RUSSEL!” You laugh pretending to be angry, playfully waving your hand over your head with your wooden spoon.

Arvin just laughed as he ran out the kitchen into the living room, “Can’t help myself, Darlin’” he smirked, even thou you couldn’t see it. It was mostly to himself because he knew how to treat his woman!

You sigh in peace as you cook for yourself and him, you call him for dinner when it is ready. Arvin is more than grateful to have dinner with you everyday, your food is so delicious!

“Thank you, sweetheart!” Arvin pulls your chair out for to sit down, kissing your cheek.

“Your welcome, baby! And your such a gentleman,” you tease, smiling.

“Always, for you Doll!” He winks as he sits down himself, you kiss his cheek back smiling at his sweet gestures.

“It is delicious, Darlin’” Arvin takes his fork to put some in your mouth, “so fucking sexy, as always,”

You blush, “you want to feed me? Butter cup,” Arvin smiled, you nodding.

“Go ahead, ahh,” Arvin said, opening his mouth widely.

You place your fork into his mouth, laughing at his stupidity. Arvin never fails to make you smile.

“Yummy, sweetheart! Especially, by you,” Arvin licks his lips, continuing to eat with you.

🧋

You lay in the bathtub full of bubbles, Arvin’s idea of taking care of you. He made a bath for you to relax you.

“Arvin, please lay in the bath with me,” you give him your pouty lips and heart eyes.

“Fine, sweetheart!” He chuckles, how can he say no to you?” He strips as quick as he can.

“Yay, hurry up!” You playfully say, “alright, you demanding woman! Your going to be the death of me,” Arvin chuckles again, sliding in behind you.

Arvin wraps his arms around you in the bath with hot water and his touch tingling your skin, your finally relaxed.

“Does that feel good? Honey,” Arvin whispers, grabbing your sponge washing your neck and chest. He nibbles on your ear as he kisses it.

“Mm, so good! Arv,” You lean back more against his chest, as he washes and caresses you with all his love.

Arvin’s large hands going over your baby bump is so unreal, it feels heavenly! he pushes you a bit forward, gently washing your back too.

“So beautiful, Darlin’! All round with my child, so fucking grateful to love you! And our child!” Arvin kisses your shoulders as he presses you into himself again.

“No wonder why, baby! Your so good at loving us, your going to be a great daddy, Arv!” You smile, taking your hand to put it into his hair behind you.

“And you are going to be such a great momma, Y/N,” Arvin grins into your touch, loving your soft finger tips graze him.

“Arvin you are a good, handsome man, I love you so much and our baby will too! Nothing isn’t going to happen, and it’s going to be ok!” You smile reassuring him, knowing he is excited, happy for this baby to come but at the same time afraid and nervous too!

“You are gorgeous, precious woman, I love you so much too, Darlin’ as well as our baby! Thank you for being there to reassure me, I appreciate it,” He smiles as nozzles his head into your shoulder.

You giggle as his hair strands tickle you, he holds you closer. You both embrace into each other’s beautiful hold as you bath together.

You finally get out of the bath as it goes cold after about an hour. Arvin gets up first, of course telling you to stay.

“Here darlin’” Arvin brings you a fluffy, warm towel. He helps you get out the bath, to make sure you do not slip!

Arvin even, wraps the towel around you. He has a towel around himself, holding your hand as you walk to the bedroom to get dressed to sleep.

Arvin helps you get your pjs on since sometimes it is a bit of a struggle. You giggle as he puts the top the wrong way on you.

“It should be more, clear not my fault!” Arvin tryed to excuse himself as he laughed with you. Gosh he be pouting, but it is a luxury for only you to see this side of him.

You and him get in bed, he holds you as usual. Snuggling into one another, Arvin will definitely make sure you are not cold.

“Goodnight Darlin’, sweet dreams! Love you so much and you too little one,” Arvin whispers into your ear, very clearly smiling.

“Night, night love you so much too, Arvie,” You whisper back, “and you too little one,” you giggle.

Arvin blows the candle out, you and him snuggle back into each other drifting off into a peaceful slumber.





[plxviofiles]

pizza and deep conversations

☝️ originally posted by marvellegends

#kate bishop x fem!reader, soft angst, fluff !!

WARNINGS: one slightly suggestive joke 🙏

→ it’s hard to be angry at kate bishop, even when she wakes you up at 2 am in the morning for pizza after an exhausting Christmas day.

A/N: @neozworld I KNOW I KNOW you gave me a fluff prompt and this was supposed to be fully fluff but I included soft angst as well 😭 I know you’re not a marvel fan, but ty for listening my rants on natasha and kate and ty for this wonderful idea <3 ily.

A/N 2: idk if this is counted as a christmas fic? but I hope you enjoy reading <3 this is truly my favorite prompt. also hawkeye episode 3 !??! maya is so cool and <clintkate's dynamic3

! word count: 1.1K

“Babe. Babe. Babe. Babe.”

Look, there’s a whole lot of reasons why you were ignoring your girlfriend.

1. You were tired. So tired.

2. Why were you tired? Kate kept you up all night. And no, not for what you might think, but for watching chick flicks because Kate insisted that Christmas Eve was the best time to watch them.

3. You spent the whole Christmas day celebrating with the Avengers. With the idiocy of the boys (and by the boys you mean Tony, Thor, Sam, and Bucky), and with the combined teasing of Yelena, Natasha, Wanda, and occasionally even Kate, you felt like smashing your head into a wall.

4. It was 2 am.

“No,” you mumble in your sleep, pushing Kate’s face away with your hand. Kate huffs and swats your arm away, then starts to shake it over and over, “y/n! Wake up!”

It was times like this that your girlfriend reminded you of Clint’s kids. She always had energy and you were the opposite usually.

“Katie, I’m exhausted,” you manage to say, trying weakly to pull your arm away, “Please.”

“But I’m hungry,” she pouts, but to no avail, your eyes still closed, “You know what I need?”

You decide to give her the benefit of a doubt, silently praying that all she wants is crackers and tea (since you had that in the kitchen), but when you open one eye and meet her mischievous grin, you groan on impulse.

“Babe, I’m not getting up at 2 am to get you pizza,” you grunt with annoyance.

“Do you love me?” she asks you seriously, and you whine loudly, “Katie, please, just because I’m too tired to get you pizza doesn’t mean I don’t love you!”

“But you’re already awake,” she pleads continually, taking a pillow and swatting you with it, “Pleaseeeee!”

“ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT,” you shout tiredly, sitting up on the bed, “IM UP.”

“YES,” Kate pumps her fist in victory and you rub your sleepy eyes to meet the archer’s hypnotic blue ones. She blinks like she knows how much irritation is building up. You see that she’s already dressed and ready.

“How long have you been awake?” you question her, suddenly awake, and concern evident, “You need proper sleep, Katie.”

She threads her hand through her long black hair, sighing audibly and not looking directly at you, “I didn’t sleep.”

“Restless?” you whisper knowingly, intertwining your hand with hers and you realise for the thousandth time that it fits perfectly.

“All the time,” she whispers back, squeezing your hand in search of comfort.

You stay silent and kiss her knuckles, slowly and purposefully. Kate’s breath hitches in her throat.

“It’s hard being a hero,” you tell her, still holding her hand, “Whatever your hands do or are going to do, I love them.”

Kate tears up after a few seconds of resistance, and you instinctively wrap your arms around her.

After a few minutes of heavy breathing and loving rubs on her back, you detach yourself and wipe the tears under her eyes, eliciting a weak smile. Then, you pull a jacket on, throwing her your favorite sweater of yours, which she also loved to wear.

“Let’s go.”

The car ride was slow, peaceful, and quiet. Except for a few speeding cars, it wasn’t that lively given the time. Kate plays music on the radio.

You hum to the music, and the sound lulls Kate to a content state, the melodies of her favorite music and your voice filling her heart with warmth.

“Katie,” you whisper, grabbing her attention, and she turns to you upon hearing the nickname that only you and Clint get to call her.

Your hand finds its way to hers like it always does.

“You’re my hero, you know that right?” you say both teasingly and with seriousness, and Kate’s heart constricts.

“And you are mine,” she whispers into the dead of night, but you hear her, even when no one else does.

You wind down the windows and blast the music louder, and Kate finds enough in herself to laugh. Laughing was so much easier when she was with you.

You sang the song off key on purpose and Kate joins in, the same contagious smile taking place. You look over and smile, she was a better sight than the full moon.

“I love when you smile, it makes me feel like everything is going to be okay,” you tell her immediately.

Kate feels heat rush to her neck. You always gave compliments the moment you thought of them.

“How can you say something like that,” she stutters characteristically, trying to cover her face with her other hand.

“You always try to cover your blush when you’re alone with me!” you whine, disappointed, “I want to see the massive effect I have on you.”

“The effect I have on you is more obvious,” she tries to counter, smirking.

“Mhm, yeah keep telling yourself that.”

"I can't believe you almost started a war because there was no cola left," Kate chides you with a grin that represented her unbelief at her girlfriend's attitude. In her arms were a few pizzas (maybe one or two for Lucky).

"How is 'it's christmas and that's why we ran out' a good excuse?!" you complain grumpily.

"You're like the grinch you know, with your grumpiness and with the green sweater you're wearing right now-"

"Stop!" you start giggling, all the while still keeping your eyes on the road, "Don't antagonize me!"

"Right, right," you can practically hear the smirk on her face, "I'm sorry for saying you're the human embodiment of the grinch."

"I'm starting to regret bringing you out," you mumble quietly.

"Hey, I heard that!"

You roll your eyes and pretend you didn't hear her, tapping your fingers on the steering wheel.

Comfortable silence fills the car again. It started raining a bit ago, the raindrops staining the windows and the noise of it relaxing you.

"What Clint said during our meal today," Kate side eyes you, "The thing he said about-"

"About being a hero and about the risks of being one?" you finish for her, "And how you'll lose some things or people forever?"

"I know I sounded nonchalant but," she chuckles with little humor, "Yeah. It's scary isn't it?"

"You're not going to lose me you know. Not now. Not ever."

You want her to understand.

Kate struggles to answer, trying to find the right words.

"You're the last thing I'd want to lose," she fidgets with your sweater, "It was hard enough to win you over."

You laugh breathily but Kate's face still seems unsure.

"I mean what I said as much as Clint did," you reply firmly, "You're the last thing I'd want to lose too, you know."

Kate exhales slowly, and she smiles warmly at you.

"What would I do without you?"

"You'll never find out," you whisper, and the traffic light turned red, allowing you to grin at her.

And with the slight hint of snow on her hair, the redness of her cheeks due to the cold, the content shadow of a smile on her face, and her hand on your thigh, you pray that you'll never find out either.

[elliesfern]

bird cage - chapter one

summary - you’re on the run after escaping the cult you grew up in, the seraphites. you run into a woman who completely changes your course and are unsure whether or not the she will let you live.

pairing - fem reader x ellie. both characters are in their 20s.

warnings - violence, weapons, guns, blood, nsfw. 18+ only.

a/n - hi! i had this idea and couldn’t help but just start writing and i’m really liking where the story is going. the first chapter is pretty short but the second is longer, promise. let me know what you guys think and i’ll post another chapter. it’s my first tlou fic so please be gentle. enjoy!

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It’s been months. Months of exhaustion, months of not knowing when you’d eat next, months of fighting to live one more day.

But you had to leave. It simply was no longer an option to stay.

You didn’t know how far you’d come or where you were. It wouldn’t be possible for you to point out your location on even the simplest of maps. All you could do was walk, and walk, and when necessary, run.

A rustling noise came from a bush a few meters away, startling you and causing you to drop to the ground. Your reflexes are fast though, and before you could even comprehend it you had your bow and arrow in hand, ready to fire. Your bow was old, and if inanimate objects could look tired, it certainly would. But it did the job, and it was all you had time to grab when you left.

You were skilled with your bow, to say the least, and always kept a steady hand no matter what. But today was different. Today something felt off. You noticed your hand was quivering and you couldn’t focus the same as usual. You were too hungry, too tired. You couldn’t help but wonder how long you could actually last before finding a safe place to settle down, if that would ever even happen, if you’d even make it. But you couldn’t afford to consider those possibilities, because considering them meant being defeated. It meant the Seraphites had won.

A deer emerged from where your arrow was pointed and your chest softened in relief. You felt your stomach twinge in hunger and kept your bow pointed at the innocent creature, but you knew it was useless. You knew you wouldn’t be able to lug around a dead deer and you certainly didn’t have the tools to prepare it, unless you wanted to take a bite out of it raw. You didn’t.

You slung your bow over your shoulder alongside your backpack you had found a few weeks ago and stood up from the crouch position you had been in. You took a moment to check your surroundings and you had to admit that in such an ugly world, it could look entirely beautiful in moments. Sometimes it felt so easy to imagine you were existing in the old world. That you weren’t struggling to survive everyday and you were reliving all the stories you had been told from the elders in your village.

You continued on your walk, with absolutely no clue as to where you’d end up by evening. You hoped you’d be lucky enough to come across an empty building that you could stay in for the night, but you seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. And even if you weren’t, the likelihood of any kind of shelter being clear was extremely rare.

The light sound of gushing water came flooding into your ears. You took your best guess to figure out which direction it was coming from and headed on. Luckily you had become pretty decent at this kind of thing in the last couple of months so you were able to reach it relatively fast. Before you was a river running down between a bank and large rocks. You bent down with cupped hands and slurped some of the fresh water. It tasted like calmness. Stillness. Like freedom. Like how you used to think your old life should’ve made you feel. It never did.

Without warning, the click of a gun was heard from behind you and as you stood up and spun around your stomach felt like it emptied despite there being only a gulp of water inside. Facing you was the barrel of a gun you’d never seen before.

“Drop your weapon.” A voice spoke. You reluctantly complied with the request by taking off your backpack and nodded at the woman standing before you.

“Why are you here?” She questioned. Her voice was stern and you could tell you had to choose your next words carefully.

“I’m not trying to cause trouble, i’m just looking for somewhere safe to go.” You desperately but calmly pleaded your case, but she shook her head in response quickly.

“Bullshit. You’re a Scar. I’m not gonna ask you again, tell me why you’re here.” You suddenly became hyper aware of the scars that danced across your cheeks and all you could feel was resentment. There was no way to deny that that was once a part of you.

“I was. I escaped. I’ve been gone for a couple of months, I think.” The woman just looked you up and down, still with her gun cocked pointing at you.

“Get on your knees.” She instructed, motioning her head to the ground in front of her without ever taking her eyes or gun off of you. You complied, but you were terrified. You knew this wasn’t going to end well for you. The people with the guns were monsters.

In a heat of the moment decision you swiftly lent forward and bit down on the girl’s leg so hard that you could taste blood. She groaned agonisingly and fired a careless shot from her gun at the side of your head but you managed to scurry away as you began sprinting. You didn’t get far before you felt a force from behind you knock you completely off your feet and all of a sudden you were on your stomach on the ground with the girl on top of you pinning you down with her body and holding your hands in place behind your own back.

“Don’t fucking move or i’ll put a bullet through your head.” She threatened, holding the gun against your skull now. You felt defeated. This was it. For maybe the first time ever you really wondered if you should’ve even left your home. Was this fate that you were facing worse than being in a constant war? Practicing something you only half believed in? Hiding who you were everyday of your life? Maybe. Maybe it wasn’t worse, you thought.

The woman practically dragged you up from the ground with only one arm and for just a moment you were slightly impressed by her strength to body ratio. AKA, she was pretty small. With the gun still pointed at your head, she wrapped her other arm around your collarbone to get a better grip on you. There was absolutely no escaping this. You were screwed.

[absolutepokemontrash]

Hi! So, I absolutely love your series where the MC is the kid of Lucifer, and I was wondering if I could request that with Diavolo and Barbatos? •v•

:0 you definitely can! Right now I’m just doing Diavolo, but Barb’s will be up sometime soon!

MC is Half Demon and Oh Shit They’re Diavolo’s Kid-

Diavolo wasn’t exactly what one would expect of the prince of Hell, I mean, he was suppressing the urge to bounce in his seat from pure excitement. I mean, his exchange program was starting! Humans, demons, and angels, all together, his dream was coming true.

All that was left was for the student to arrive, the portal opened, and the human fell flat on their back. Oof, maybe Diavolo should have set up some kind of landing zone filled with pillows. No matter! The human was-

…

What peculiar eyes this human had…

Oh… oh dear…

Dad-volo

The MC was his child, no question about it. This was… very unexpected. Well, the entire assembly hall was completely quiet, and the kid looked like they were getting impatient.

“HEY! Mind telling me what the hell is going on?!”

After that, Diavolo launches into his explanation, also the explanation that he’s definitely this kid’s dad. Kid was not impressed, they tried to square up with Diavolo and Lucifer had never been more confused as to what to do.

Well, the moment MC sprouted wings and launched themselves at Diavolo, Dia caught them with one hand and continued speaking like nothing happened.

MC, please calm down… Diavolo didn’t know they existed, let him make it up to them! They’re going to stay at the Demon Lord’s Castle! Dia’s going to be a good dad!

“This feels like the plot to the world’s most messed up fairytale.” MC jammed their hands into their pockets and grumbled. “I get sucked into hell and find out I’m royalty there. Great.”

Diavolo managed to smile and awkwardly reach out to give them a pat on the head, then retracted his hand after the kid shot him a glare. “Well, it’s not a very traditional fairytale, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy your time here.”

“Mm, sure.” MC mumbled.

Okay, so his child wasn’t that enthusiastic about the exchange program, but Diavolo was sure they’d come around.

Dia tried everything he could possibly think of to get his kid to both like him and enjoy their time as an exchange student. A lot of things had… mixed results.

Also, legally recognizing MC as his child and legitimizing them caused a big stink amongst the nobles who were opposed to the exchange program to begin with. So MC then had to deal with a few assassins. Wonderful. Fantastic. Show stopping. Dia, be a good dad and comfort your angsty murder target- I MEAN preteen.

They do manage to build a good relationship fairly quickly despite their less than stellar first impressions, and Diavolo made them a promise that he knew he wouldn’t ever break: he would let them live as normal a childhood as possible.

This means that MC gets to do all the normal kid stuff that Diavolo wasn’t allowed to do. It honestly works out great for everyone. MC gets to live their life, Diavolo gets the satisfaction of knowing that his kid’s having fun, and Barbatos doesn’t need to worry about MC causing chaos in the castle.

Man… does this kid’s magic potential scare the shit out of everyone though…

Tired Uncle Lucifer

No. This has to be a violation of his worker rights. It cannot be legal for him to be this stressed.

He knew this exchange program was a bad idea. LUCIFER FUCKING KNEW IT. This kid was judging him. Why did he suddenly feel self conscious about every single one of his features? This child was picking him apart and they hadn’t even said anything!

He confiscated Asmo’s phone immediately, this was a matter of national security! Satan’s too! Beel as- oh shit Lucifer may have to give Beel the heimlich maneuver, then take his phone.

When all the brothers eventually got back to the HOL, they were greeted with Mammon getting shaken down by Levi.

“Lucifer! Ya won’t believe this! Levi- what’s wrong with you?” “The exchange student is Diavolo’s child.” “What..?” “*pops the cork off a bottle of Demonus* the exchange student’s Diavolo’s child.”

The worst part about this kid was that they took to the privileges of being royalty like a fish to water. MC went out and did whatever the fuck they wanted, and Lucifer needed to make sure a state of national emergency wasn’t called just because MC picked a fight at RAD.

It didn’t help that MC was just so unimpressed with Lucifer. Anytime Lucifer would tell them not to do something they would just raise their eyebrows and challenge his authority without saying a word.

What the fuck.jpg

The things he does for his prince boyfriend…

Cool Uncle Mammon

Huh, so this little pipsqueak is Lord Diavolo‘s kid? Hm, do ya think they’d let him into the royal treasury? No? Okay… lame.

Mammon then decides this kid would be just perfect for scamming people! Who is going to say no to the Crown Prince’s kid? A suicidal person, that’s who!

And the kid is… up for it? Wow, Mammon didn’t even have to grovel! Awesome!

It’s such a shame that Lucifer came in and promptly removed MC from Mammon’s presence. Tsk, killjoy…

Mammon and MC do get along swimmingly after MC stops angsting. Whenever they hang out it’s pure chaos.

And they would have gotten away with it too- wait, they do get away with it. Because who’s going to question the Crown Prince’s kid? >:)

Reclusive Uncle Leviathan

Levi was in the middle of throttling Mammon for his money back when Lucifer burst through the door looking like he had spent over 1000 Grimm on a gacha game only to not get the card he wanted.

And where was that human he said would be staying with them? Huh? The human’s HUH????!!!!

… wack. Maybe he shouldn’t have skipped out on that Student Council Meeting…

Either way, ew, new person he needed to talk to. NO THANKS. Well, no thanks until MC started to visit the HOL to hang out with Mammon. Of course those two normies decided to bug him. OF COURSE.

Levi finally snapped when MC loudly proclaimed that they could totally beat Levi in Mario Kart. Haha, NO. Levi challenged the little runt to a 1 v 1 race on Rainbow Road.

Kid lost. Obviously. Rainbow Road is rigged.

Honestly, kid’s alright. Still a total normie, but not completely terrible.

Cat Uncle Satan

Huh, a half human child of the soon to be demon king, how very interesting.

Oh, and just look at Lucifer’s face. :D priceless. Satan wished he was fast enough to get his DDD out to snap a picture, but he wasn’t able to…

But back to MC, oh how very intriguing. How much power do they have in comparison to Diavolo? Will using that power rip their fragile little body apart? Would they learn to control it? Satan was just dying to find out.

His feelings on the child themselves were mixed at best. They were clearly unhappy with the situation and Satan could sympathize, being thrust into a completely new world and then being told you can’t leave and are also royalty? That has to be hard. But this kid was still being an unreasonable little shit.

Satan continued to try and study MC from afar until the kid themselves walked right up to him and half demanded half pleaded for his help in studying for a test.

Not being one to avoid an opportunity to flex how smart he is, Satan agreed to help out. (Nerrrrd)

And honestly, it went well. When the kid wasn’t being a little shit, they were actually quite pleasant to be around.

Overly Affectionate Uncle Asmo

…wut

Listen, when Asmo asked Lucifer to pick a cute human, he didn’t mean cute as in CHILD.

This kid was DIAVOLO’S?! What lucky human had gotten to have the experience of [Jesus Fucking Christ, Asmo I’m not writing what he said for the sake of the nation]

Anyhoo~ little MC just made his heart go “SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SO CUTE!” They were so cute Asmo could just eat them up!

But they were so mean! That scowl they always had on was going to give them wrinkles and ruin their perfectly cute face!

Sigh, oh well. He can’t manually rearrange people’s expressions. What he can do is take this child shopping. Poor Diavolo was constantly in his RAD uniform, this poor innocent baby shouldn’t have to suffer the same fate.

The kid continued to scowl at everything, but at the same time, their little quips were very entertaining. This little kid spitting verbal venom at anyone who displeased them reminded Asmo of someone… he just couldn’t place who, but they definitely had amazing hair and a cute face :3

Hungry Uncle Beel

Where’s the takeout- I mean human? What’s happening? …are all humans this small? Dang, that’s barely enough for a snack.

So the human’s not going to live with us because they’re not fully human and Diavolo’s kid? Huh. Wild. Anyway, what’s for dinner?

Beel’s not too invested in this drama, he misses Belphie too much to be that interested…

The kid’s weirdly interested in how cool and strong Beel is though. MC tails him to the gym pretty often.

Diavolo and Beel already being gym buddies send tweet-

Since this benevolent little shit likes Beel so much, they decided to take it upon themselves to help with the family drama.

Beel finds that very sweet 🥺

Murder sleepy Uncle Belphie

Oh man… if you thought Belphie was being unfair to L!MC due to their parentage… hoo boy…

When this kid waltzed up the attic steps like they ran the place, Belphie needed to hold himself back from trying to break down the door and throttle this kid.

Pff, of course Diavolo would have a half human kid. Of course.

…kid beat the shit out of him when he tried to kill them. We stan this MC.

After all is said and done, Belphie still isn’t overly fond of MC. They’re brash and rude and only funny 40% of the time. They don’t even like napping 😒

But Beel likes the little runt, so Belphie and MC put up with each other.

Bonus! Your Angelic Uncle Simeon’s Chihuahua

:0 friend!

MC: *speaks*

>:0 not friend! Begone! *throws crucifix*

[mackenzielovee]

Hi, I loved crazy love. Literally I become obsessed, so I was wondering if you could write something about them when they are moving to their new apartment near to college and both of their families are helping them to have everything in order, but Rafe only want them to leave to be all alone with you in their new home. Maybe a little bit of smut?

a/n: this idea had my heart bc i'd really been wanting to write something like this ;) i hope you enjoy! thanks so much for the request!

Warnings: swearing, smut, mentions of planned pregnancy, discussion of sex

crazy love masterlist

my writing

our home: crazy love blurb - rafe cameron

"No, no a little to the left. Ward, are you listening to me?"

You sigh as you set the very last box down on the kitchen counter, stealing a glance at Rafe, who is sitting on your new couch. His head is in his hands as he listens to his parents bicker back and forth, trying to hang up the painting they had bought the two of you. Rose had gushed over it when she bought it, telling you it would match the rest of your decor perfectly.

"Of course, darling. You're talking loud enough," Ward gripes, shifting the painting to the left as Rose demands.

"Oh, come on, now. Back over to the right-"

"It's straight!" Rafe raises his voice, standing up from the couch.

You inhale sharply and step into the living room of your new apartment, wrapping an arm around him to try and calm him down. Ever since his parents and Wheezie arrived with the moving truck to help you both, he's been on edge. When your parents showed up with Macy, you thought he was about to go into cardiac arrest.

"Actually, I think it might just be straight," Rose nods, "Good eye, Rafe."

"Thanks so much," he remarks sarcastically.

"Hey," you whisper to him, trying to tell him to quit being mean to his step-mom, "They're here to help, remember?"

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I could do this shit myself."

"Because you're such a handy man?" you snort.

Rafe clenches his jaw as he looks down at you, but can't help the smirk on his face. He pulls you closer to him, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"Where did Macy and Wheezie go? They should start on those kitchen boxes," Rose tells Ward, stepping away from her husband to look for them.

"We can handle the kitchen boxes," Rafe tells her.

"Y/N?" Rose looks to you for a final answer.

You glance up at Rafe only for a second, noting the look on his face, then nod your head in agreement.

"I like the kitchen organized a certain way, anyway," you tell her with a smile.

She nods her head, "All right. Ward and I can start on your sheets-"

"Y/N's parents are taking care of that," Rafe informs her.

Wheezie and Macy come tumbling into the front door, running past all of you and into your bedroom with your parents.

"What the hell are those two up to?" Ward questions.

Wheezie and Macy have become as thick as thieves, the best of friends, over the summer. One day, you'd shown up at Rafe's only to find your sister in her kitchen with Wheezie, baking away. Ever since then, you and Rafe have had to be extra quiet upstairs.

Rose and Ward step toward your bedroom as well, which is down a small hallway just off the kitchen. Rafe grabs your hand and yanks you with him, following the crowd of people.

"Can everyone get out of our bedroom, please?" Rafe grumbles, standing behind his father and watching your parents finish up making your bed.

Your parents had not been crazy about you and Rafe living together right as you both make the transition to college. You had cried, begged, threatened to not go to school, and even dragged Rafe over for a family dinner so all of you could talk the situation out. You'd never seen Rafe's face so red as the night he had to sit at a dinner table and discuss with your father how the two of you would be sleeping in the same bed.

When your parents found out that the Camerons would be financing your rent bill, however, the living situation had changed. Your parents hadn't realized how expensive dorm living is, and the thought of not having to pay for housing on top of tuition sounded like a dream come true.

Which is how you land in your new, empty kitchen, trying to hold Rafe back from killing every family member the two of you currently have within arms reach.

"It's quarter to three," your dad tells your mother over your bed.

"Macy," your mom speaks, "Get your stuff, honey. We have to get going."

"Yeah," Rafe perks up, earning the attention of his parents, "You guys should get moving, too. Y'know, lots of traffic, and Wheezie's got that thing early in the morning."

Wheezie opens her mouth to speak, but stops suddenly when Rafe gives her the death stare. She looks to you, to which you just shrug, and then turns back to her parents.

"What thing?" Rose asks her. Ward's phone buzzes in his pocket, earning his attention.

"Uh," Wheezie hesitates, looking to Rafe once more.

"Girl scout meeting," Rafe blurts.

You cover your face with your free hand to try and prevent Rose from seeing your laughter. You truly have no idea where Rafe gets this idea that Wheezie is old enough to be in girl scouts. Wheezie narrows her eyes at him, shaking her head slightly.

"Girl scout?" Rose questions to herself, still trying to figure it out when Ward speaks up, eyes still glued to his phone.

"Wheezie, get your stuff. You won't want to be tired in the morning at your meeting."

Wheezie rolls her eyes but does as she's told, making her way out of your bedroom and down the hall to collect her things in the living room.

"Seriously, Rafe?" she hisses, "Girl scouts? I'm fourteen-"

"Shut up, Wheeze," Rafe says back to her through gritted teeth.

Wheezie turns to you, "He's your problem, now."

"Oh, boy, do I know it," you tease Rafe, smiling with Wheezie. She laughs, but it's short lived when Rafe shoves her away.

"Get your shit," he mutters.

"Stop it," you demand, stepping in front of him and holding onto his forearms as they are wrapped around your waist.

The one thing you love about Rafe more than anything is how he always shows affection to you, even if your parents or his parents are around. He just doesn't seem to care about anyone except you.

"I want them to go," he defends himself, keeping his voice quiet, "I just want to be alone with you. In our home. I didn't realize that was such a difficult request."

You smile up at your fussy boy, dragging one hand up to his face to stroke his cheek. You can faintly hear your families moving around the two of you, but you're too lost in your own little world to think too much about it.

"Be patient," you whisper to him.

He smirks, "Will you make it worth my while?"

You give him back the same look, loving the way he smirks at you and allows his eyes to rake over every inch of your face and torso. It takes everything in him not to just grab you by the throat and kiss the hell out of you, only controlling himself because your dad is ten feet away.

"Don't I always?"

Rafe groans, trying his best to keep his composure. He has to close his eyes as he continues to whine, knowing that if he keeps looking at you, he'll be hard in no time.

"All right," Rafe says loudly, tugging himself away from you, "Thanks for coming, everyone, but we have a lot to unpack here. Dad, Rose, Wheezie, I'll show you to the door."

You snicker as you watch him attempt to lead his confused family out the door. You turn to your own family, giving hugs and promising to call whenever you can. Rose refuses to leave without giving you a hug, which pisses Rafe off, as he's gotten Ward and Wheezie out successfully and only needs one more.

Rose promises to send flowers, one that match the color scheme of course, and tells you she'll call you to check on Rafe, since he doesn't bother to return her calls. You give Wheezie a hug and give Ward a polite smile and wave from the doorway.

The second they're all out the door, Rafe slams the door shut and locks it before any of them can decide they forgot something.

"Ah, free at last," you joke.

Rafe turns around, licking his lips as he thinks about how you two finally have an empty house and he has you all to himself. No distractions, no parents, no little sisters listening intently at the door for secrets and drama. He eyes you up and down once, and when he brings his blue orbs to meet yours again, you know what he's thinking.

"Come here," he demands, but he can't help himself.

That boy rushes over to you, pushing you up against the wall in the entryway of your new apartment, kissing you as if his life depends on it. You accept his kiss without a second thought, allowing your hands to wrap themselves around his neck.

"Up," he mutters against your lips, hands guiding themselves to your waist as you jump up and let him position himself in between your legs, wrapping them around his torso.

He moves his kisses to your cheek, then your jawline, then your neck, while his hands relentlessly roam your ass.

"Rafe," you say, tilting your neck to give him more space.

"Hmm," he hums against your skin, not stopping or slowing down for anything.

"I really do have to unpack the kitchen if you want to eat dinner tonight," you tell him, although you're fully aware he would never set you down for anything right now.

"Not hungry."

"Rafe-"

"I think," he stops you, wet kisses trailing your collarbone, "We should fuck everywhere. Y'know, break the place in."

Even though you two have been together for a while, him saying things like that to you always seems to send tingles through your whole body. He always knew what to say, what to do, to get you riled up in all the right ways.

"That would take us all night," you whisper, smirking because you already know what he's going to say.

"Fine with me, baby."

You smile, then reach down and grab ahold of his cheek with your hand. You lead his lips back to yours, kissing him harder than you had been before. He moans into your mouth and you know you have him right where you want him now.

"Kitchen first?" he questions, breathless, "Or should we mess up that pretty little bed your parents just made up?"

The raspiness in his voice gets you going, enough for him to notice you squirming in his grip. He grins, knowing exactly what it is you need.

"Kitchen," you tell him, watching as he barely nods before he kisses you again, carrying you over and setting you on the counter.

With ease, he removes your shorts and underwear, dropping his own shorts to the floor beneath him. He kicks all of the clothes away, knowing the two of you won't be needing them for a very long time.

"I can't wait, baby," he mumbles, excusing his lack of foreplay.

You shake your head, and he already knows you don't mind based on the way you're dripping onto the granite, "Please, Rafe."

He smirks and then grunts as he enters you, breathing out a sigh of relief that you two are finally home.

By the time you and Rafe even make it to your bedroom, he has to carry you because your legs can't physically function anymore. Rafe's proud of his work, but pretended to pout when he finished you off on the couch and you told him you needed a break.

He lays you down on your new, freshly made bed, moving the pillows out of your way and tucking you underneath the duvet. He climbs in beside you and molds you into his body almost instantly, inhaling your shampoo scent and perfume, thinking about how perfect this moment truly is.

"I can't believe it," he whispers.

"I know."

"Our home."

"Yes, it is."

You two lay there for a while, staring out at the tens of boxes that have each of your names written on them, just begging to be unpacked. You're sure Rafe's boxes will still be sitting there in two weeks, as he had packed a separate duffle bag of his 'essential' belongings.

"You know," he starts after a while, a devious smirk finding it's way to his cheeks, "The next big step is having a mini you. Or a mini me. But, I'd rather have a mini you."

"We just moved into our college apartment and you're talking about impregnating me," you laugh, as if to ask him if he's serious.

"She'll be so cute," he goes on, "A little girl that looks just like you. And she'd have your smarts, thank God, because she'd be screwed with mine. But she'd have my humor, of course."

"Of course?" you tease him.

"And then we'll have a boy."

"Wow, Rafe Cameron, you really just have this all figured out," you move your head up to look at him, noting the small, cheesy smile plastered across his face.

"I do, baby. He'll be a hellion, though. Never listening, always running away, but a total momma's boy. Never wants you to leave his side-"

"So, just like his dad, then?" you grin, watching Rafe clench his jaw and shake his head.

"Break's over," he grunts, rolling you on your back and climbing on top of you, "We're trying, now."

"No, we're not," you say forcefully.

Rafe rolls his eyes, "I'm joking. We'll wait until, like, junior year or something."

"Rafe."

"Fine. But the second you walk across that stage with your diploma, I'm putting a baby in you."

"Deal."

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Scars That Remind - 10

This AU has covered ground! We’re finally getting into some Sam/Darlin.

Posted here but also over on ao3.

tags: Quinn aftermath, Darlin has issues, Sam wants revenge, angst, self-loathing, the usual Darlin tags but otherwise pretty damn soft for me and this fic.

Scars That Remind - Chapter 10

Darlin should not have enjoyed their night as much as they had.

Their body ached, they’d almost died, and they’d been kidnapped which would have been humiliating if they’d still been tied up when the pack arrived.

But they’d met their stalker and all he wanted was a chance at Quinn. Who didn’t want that?

Darlin didn’t hate the idea of someone else dealing with that particular problem so that maybe they wouldn’t have to. More importantly, so that their pack wouldn’t end up doing it for them.

Maybe it was that blood loss talking, but Darlin sort of wished Quinn would come back sooner rather than later so they could all just finish this mess. There was no predicting when he would return and if they dropped their guard, there was a real chance of him killing them next time. And then what? What would happen to David? He would hurt so much. He would feel responsible. And what if Quinn didn’t go straight for them next time? What if he attacked the pack?

Darlin started with a thought—a horrible, stupid, thought.

Quinn had friends in town. Not friends that knew where he was, but friends he checked in with to keep tabs on the city.

What if those friends saw Darlin palling around with another vampire?

Was Quinn the jealous sort? Fuck yes, he was.

They’d never tested it, but they were sure of it.

Asher slept on their couch that night. He pretended he was too tired to go home and needed to crash for a bit, but they knew he was doing the pack thing. He was protecting, because Darlin had lost blood tonight—had been healed and was a little bit wasted on the magic. They knew as soon as their head hit the pillow, they’d be out cold. So someone would be there just in case. They never left their own vulnerable. Despite how much Darlin hated being fussed over or protected, they also hated feeling vulnerable so they mumbled a goodnight, flipped off Asher, and went to bed.

He waved from the couch and turned on the TV.

 -

 When Darlin woke the next afternoon, the very stupid but possibly brilliant idea was still rattling around their head. They were sure it would work. They just weren’t sure someone like Sammy would go for it.

They picked up their phone but hesitated to send him a text. How were they going to pitch it? They considered doing it in person so there wouldn’t be a paper trail but they winced at the idea of having to see his face when he digested the idea.

-How badly do you want Quinn? They tapped into their phone and sent it. He wouldn’t be awake yet anyway.

Darlin got out of bed and got dressed. They were only somewhat surprised to find David in the living room instead of Asher. They must have traded off in the night. Or in the day. Hard for Darlin to know.

David flicked his gaze over them, gauging their walk to decide if they were injured in some way he couldn’t see. “Ash said you were shot…Said you would have died if it weren’t for that vampire.”

Darlin bit back a smirk and went straight for the kitchen. He’d made coffee even though it was almost four in the afternoon. Bless that idiot. Darlin filled a mug. “Yep. My friend. Sammy.” They rolled the name.

David was up and walking toward them. He wasn’t buying the friend thing at all. “He’s a Solaire.”

“Mmhm.” Darlin drank and sighed happily. Fuck they were hungry. They pulled a box of rainbow colored cereal from the cupboard and ignored the way David frowned at it.

“Where did you meet him?”

“Around.”

“Darlin…”

“What’s the problem? He saved my life, right?”

David scowled but there was something else there too now, hurt? Fear?

Darlin winced in regret and clawed at their hair. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make a scene or anything.”

David stepped up to them and hugged him.

They almost dropped the box of cereal. It wasn’t that he didn’t hug them. In fact, he often ruffled their hair or put an arm around them. It just always still came as a surprise. Nice contact, with no ulterior motives or strings attached. Just affection. He had been worried. Darlin sighed, closing their eyes. “I’m sorry I scared you.”

He sighed, mussing up their hair before letting them go. “Who the fuck brings a gun to a wolf fight?”

Darlin groaned, thumping down the cereal. “Right? What a dumbass!”

 -

 Sam woke just after sundown.

It had been a long morning confessing everything to William. For his part, of course, William had been understanding and forgiving to all of Sam’s missteps. He seemed honestly relieved that Sam had helped to find the shifter and even saved them. It was then that his focus turned to worrying for Sam. He called for a blood bag from his own stash.

When the telling was done, William thought for a few more moments in silence before nodding and declaring there to be no problems he could see. He was grateful that Sam filled him in.

Sam had been surprised what a relief it was just to tell someone—to not feel like he was doing something behind the king’s back.

The sun was well and truly up by the time he slunk into a guest room in the big house and fell asleep.

When he woke, he had a text message. Darlin. He grabbed the phone and stared at it.

He tried to think how to answer. What did it mean?

-Do you have an idea?

-A bad idea.

He smirked to himself. -Never doubted that. Want to meet up?

The dots rolled and then stopped. Rolled and then stopped. Were they having cold feet about seeing him? Trying to pick someplace safe but still private enough for what was basically plotting?

-He has friends in town that keep tabs on goings on for him. They wouldn’t know where he was but they relay info to him.

Sam stared, considering that. Did Darlin think they could somehow send a message? He doubted Quinn would willingly show up to a duel.

-If we go to some clubs and pretend to have something going on, word might get back to him. He might come back sooner rather than later.

Sam read it and then read it again. Pretend to have something going on? He thought about their neck and all those scars. Everyone said that Quinn would come for Darlin. Everyone said Darlin belonged to Quinn, whether they always knew it or not.

Suddenly the dots were rolling again. -I can find another vamp and you can do the lurking if he shows up.

Sam frowned hard. He didn’t like that idea. He also doubted they could find another vampire stupid enough to tread on those marks. Although, considering how well Darlin had done at surprising him so far, maybe he shouldn’t doubt them. -We should meet somewhere and talk. Pick a place.

After another pause, Darlin sent the name of a bar and a time.

Sam rolled out of bed and got dressed, trying not to jump to any conclusions himself about what exactly the shifter meant by, pretend to have something going on.

He fed before he left and was quietly grateful no one thought to ask where he was going. He didn’t want to lie anymore but the truth would be tricky. Better to figure out what the shifter had in mind before mentioning it to the clan.

He parked his truck and walked a couple blocks to the dive they’d picked. It had windows painted black, low lighting and a throbbing beat in the floor. A lot of couches pushed off along the dark edges, to create private alcoves. It was the sort of place where empowered people looking to be bitten hung out. Sam had never been comfortable with these places, not since he’d died anyway. He’d gone when he was still alive, never against donating a little blood.

Darlin had not taken up a seat in one of those dark private corners, though. They were sitting at the bar, talking to the bartender and laughing at something they’d said. They looked comfortable but he knew instantly that it was manufactured. He had watched them long enough to know how they looked when they were truly at ease, when they were with pack or with those friends of theirs from school. This was false carelessness and a grin that flashed teeth. It was dangerous but oh so familiar to them. Had they been like this with Quinn? Had they hung out in this bar with Quinn? Probably.

Sam hated how strange it felt to walk up to them rather than lurking out of sight. He’d spent too long trailing them… stalking. He came up beside the shifter, touching the bar.

Darlin swiveled toward him, head cocked to the side and the light spilling down the side of their neck. He didn’t mean to let his gaze roam, his attention tracking over those delicate scars. There was one right behind their ear. Sam wondered if Darlin realized Quinn hadn’t just been biting. He’d been decorating.

The bartender brought them a couple more beers and then went down the bar to talk with someone else.

Sam sat down beside them, their knees bumping together when they twisted to face each other better. “So…This is the person who knows him?” he asked, gaze flicking toward the bartender.

Darlin laughed and took a drink of their beer. “I don’t know who gives him information when he’s out of town, but I know he gets it from someone. If I go to enough bars with another vampire, he’ll hear about it.”

“And you think he’ll come?” Sam asked to buy time to think. He didn’t doubt it, but he realized as soon as he asked the question, that Darlin began to doubt it.

Their shoulders dropped a little. “He might. I guess there’s no knowing, but it could be worth a try… Otherwise he could be back any minute or in a few years. He’s pretty good at showing up when you don’t expect him…”

Sam rolled his bottle in hand. Darlin wasn’t smiling anymore. They had almost been enjoying this idea when he walked in but somehow he’d ruined it. They were so much more fragile than anyone realized. “He’ll come.” He’d known it the moment they’d suggested it in text, even if he was stalling.

Darlin looked at him, surprised.

“When did you two first…start?” He didn’t know the details of their relationship, he realized. Not really.

Darlin shrugged. “The first time?” They squinted like it was hard to remember. “I think I was seventeen?” They huffed a laugh. “So, not that long, I guess. Seven years, maybe.”

Sam let go of the beer bottle to keep from breaking it. They’d been a kid when Quinn showed up in their life? His teeth grew and he looked away, like he gave a fuck about the décor of this bar. “How often does he come back?”

“Longest was a couple years. Shortest was just a few months.”

And he always came back to Darlin.

“And you’re okay with tricking him? With…” Sam wasn’t sure he wanted to say what he planned to do. He wasn’t really sure how it was going to turn out yet, himself. Would he stop him and give him to the Department? Or was he hoping it would end worse than that?

Darlin laughed but it was humorless. “I don’t owe him anything, Sammy. I’m not loyal to him, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

He looked at the shifter, not missing the offense in their voice.

They took another drink and this time he noticed their knuckles. They were red and purple, one of them even looked out of place. Was it broken? He leaned closer and Darlin tensed. “Your hand,” he explained.

Darlin looked down at it like they hadn’t seen it until just then. With a shrug they put their beer down. “So. I can find another vampire to mess around with and you can go back to lurking until he shows up.”

Mess around with. Sam winced.

Darlin leaned back. “Yeah well, I’m sorry it doesn’t stand up to your stalking sensibilities, Solaire…”

He jerked a little in surprise. Shit. They thought he was judging them for the idea? “May I?” he asked, gesturing to their hand.

Darlin shrugged and looked away.

Sam carefully picked up their hand, their eyes snapping back to him in some strange surprise. He gently thumbed the back of their hand. “It’s a good idea.” He poured a little magic into their skin and those delicate bones, setting things right and cleaning away the bruising. “You don’t need to find anyone else. I just… I don’t want to use you, is all.”

 -

 Darlin stared at the strange vampire holding their hand. He didn’t want to use them? They almost laughed. He’d been stalking them. Maybe what he really meant was that he didn’t want to feel like he was using them. That was reasonable. Lots of people didn’t like to feel like they were doing bad things. Usually not vampires though… “I’m not exactly a delicate flower or anything, Sammy.” He was still holding their hand and they felt heat rising up their neck to their cheeks.

His gaze flicked to their neck again, like he could sense it. Maybe he could. He was still frowning though, silver eyes full of some deep inner turmoil.

“Jesus. How about we talk it through first? Set some rules and shit?” Darlin grinned, because they felt like they were in control when they were grinning at danger. And this man, even if he acted like he was full of moral conflict, was dangerous. “I can pick out a safe word.”

He let go of their hand with a sputter, swearing under his breath.

Darlin rolled off their barstool, leaving their beer behind. The goal had been to get seen with Sam, and they had definitely been seen. He’d even taken their hand and healed it. “Walk with me?” Darlin suggested. If they were really going to talk game plans and rules, they should do it elsewhere.

Sam nodded and followed them out of the building, onto the street. When they were closer to the river and farther from the denser parts of town, he asked, “What exactly do you have in mind?”

Darlin bit the inside of their lip to keep from showing any nerves. They kept their shoulders back and their expression clear, like none of this really mattered. It was business. It was a plan to trick a monster. “We go to some clubs, different one every night so we have better odds of whoever he talks to seeing us.”

Sam nodded again, hands in his pockets. God, he looked like the cowboy he sounded like, just without the hat.

Darlin stopped by the river, looking down at the dark water. They forced themselves to turn around and face Sam, leaning back against the railing. “We drink, we dance, we make out, and if you think you can stomach it, you bite me.” Their chest felt tight when they said it, surprising them but they wouldn’t show it. Was it fear that he felt that way? That they were just as tainted and disgusting as they knew they were? As Quinn said? Or was it just the idea of letting someone put teeth in them? When was the last time they’d willingly let Quinn bite them?

Sam stared at them, giving nothing away this time. Whatever he was thinking, whatever he thought of the plan and the details and biting Darlin, he wasn’t showing any of it.

Darlin’s heart beat faster, waiting for his response, refusing to look away.

Finally, he ducked his head, breaking eye contact first, but then he was smirking. Smirking! He took a step closer, hands sliding out of his pockets. He stood right in front of them, barely any space left between them. When he met their gaze again, he was barely pressing down the smile. “You want to date me, Darlin?”

The way he rolled their name in his accent almost made them shiver. They nearly shoved him to get space, to feel like they were in control again. But this was the plan, wasn’t it? To be close? “Sure, Sammy. You and me, until that asshole comes home and we can finish this.”

He considered that, watching them so carefully. Darlin was suddenly thinking they were the one in over their head. He looked at them like he saw things…things they couldn’t imagine were there. He nodded and touched the railing on either side of them, boxing them in. The river sounded suddenly louder behind them. He leaned in closer.

Darlin’s heart pounded against their ribs and they couldn’t stop their gaze from flicking to his mouth, looking for fangs but only finding soft lips.

“Deal. We’re dating. We’ll bring him running back. I just need you to do one thing for me first…”

Darlin almost didn’t meet his gaze, suddenly afraid this fucker was trancing them because they felt like they might do whatever he wanted right now. But they weren’t tranced. They knew exactly how tired and drained they had to be before a trance could take hold without their consent. They looked back at those silvers and wondered why they looked soft in his eyes and cold in Quinn’s. “What?”

Sam smiled. “Tell me your safe word and promise to use it if things go too far.”

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use me | jjk

this is part of my troubled outsiders series. i think you can read this by itself though :)

| summary | -   Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you.

warnings: language (?), mentions of hook ups and situationships. mentions of emotional trauma.

contents: a compilation of moments that contributed to the growth of their relationship, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read, jungkook is hard to read and sus. oc is kinda whipped and scared af. chaeryeong knows who you are and where you live. jk and oc are scared to let each other in. friends to lovers, idol!jungkook x student!oc.

author’s note: i hate this, but i have to get it off my chest. (the narration is off af but if i keep it in my drafts for longer this will never see the light of the day). p.s. thank u so much for the support on the last drabble <3

playlist: rain by trey songz (feat. swae lee). 

words: 4.75k

“JK?” as his broad back faces you, you call out his name timidly, not missing the way he swiftly turns around as soon as he hears his name come from your lips. Hair wet and darker than usual, a very big sweat stain at the center of his hoodie. He had just gotten out of practice, you assumed. 

“___?” he replied with the initials of your name as well, one of his tired grins plastered on his face, he must have been exhausted. You had caught on to him just as he walked out of the practice room in front of the elevator on your way to your office, right when you needed him, but now you weren’t so sure if it was a good idea to pester him. Even so, you didn’t know anyone else you could ask for help, aside from Linh who was currently in her own office doing other tasks you had assigned to her.

“Are you busy right now?” your eyes stare at him shyly, in hopes that he was willing to help you out, because you wanted to be around him, so maybe he could share a bit of his positive energy with you, the past week had been hellish.  “Could use some help returning all those heavy stacks of paper in my office”.

“Of course! Why didn’t you give me a call earlier though? It’s pretty late” he walked by your side and you enter the elevator, beginning your adventure around the company.

Jungkook was fun. Always bubbly and reciprocative, constantly trying his best to make you laugh and make the absolute best of your situation, even if he could be a bit stubborn at times. You liked the spontaneity he provided though, the way he would switch from one topic to another and how he would make silly faces at you whenever you locked eyes. 

He didn’t know, but in pure ignorance, he had just made your day ten times better. 

In the past week, you had received a lot of counterarguments, one by one, on how useless your management tactics were. Granted, you hadn’t expected for your ideas to be welcomed with open arms, but at least you had hoped they would take them into consideration. You had also been assigned a team, in charge of social media management, who worked monotonously and with little to no insertion in the actual target audience… your logic was: how can you advertise products to an audience you don’t even have the mere interest to know? You had designed a strategy, presented it, and no one paid any mind to you. 

But for the most part, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, nor go to whenever you needed your spirits to be lifted up.

Chaeryeong was busy busy with group projects and work. To the extent where she would get up at seven in the morning and come back at 12 pm. It wasn’t always like that, so you didn’t worry too much, but the fear she would wear herself off like usual still crowded your mind.

You close your office door with a sigh. Tired from everything, but somehow, your heart a little fuller, knowing that maybe you could use Jungkook in the future to give you a lift. Both figuratively and literally because he had offered to drive you home, being the gentleman he was.

“Why do you look like a sad puppy?” he asked you once you were sitting by his side in his very expensive and luxurious mercedes. Tinted windows and jet black shiny paint covered the outside of his car, the smell of air refresher and pinecone filling the inside. Mans was getting hotter by the minute.

“It’s friday night after the longest week of work. How can I not?” you put on your seat belt and lean back against the leather cushions. He pouts in response to you, with a concerned look on his face. 

For a second you wonder if he did this with most coworkers… being nice to them and offering them drives after having met them just a few times before. Kinda risky behviour, considering his position and squeaky clean reputation. You figure this would only last a bit before he realized he had more important things to be focusing on.

“Do you ever get chased home?” you ask randomly. 

With one hand on the wheel and the other leaned against his door he meditated on his response. “It happened once… And then I moved out, got a new car and everything. Shit was wild” he chuckles and you think that was the first time you had heard him curse, like ever. Jungkook, friendly and everything, wasn’t too big of a talker, but with you he found himself spilling, without giving it much thought. It felt refreshing to hear his voice and listen to his stories and the way he expressed himself. He was more interesting than he seemed, apparently. “Aren’t you hungry, by the way? We can have something to eat before i drop you off”

Traffic was hellish in Seoul everyday at every hour, and choosing to drive through Itaewon on a friday night wasn’t the smartest decision on Jungkook’s behalf, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that. Considering the demands of his job, he probably didn’t know his way around the city that well. You conclude taking a detour wouldn’t hurt. “I’m starving actually.”

He ends up taking you to a restaurant near your neighborhood you had mentioned being good and not crowded at all, the latter catching his attention immediately. It was a modest but nice place owned by a very funny and loud ahjussi. The man had lost count of how many times you had come down from your apartment at 11 pm and asked him to make you vegetarian tteokguk, but they were enough so that he could memorize your five orders by heart and the amount of saewoo mandu you could down by yourself in five minutes. You were making him rich at that point so the least he could do was comply when you gently asked him to shut the place down for you. Jungkook hadn’t asked you, but you knew how things could get awkward and dangerous quickly if too many people found out about him being there. “Ahjussi, you don’t have to” the boy protested as he noticed that the man had shut the blinds for him.

“It’s okay, boy. _____ has been single handedly paying the remnants of my mortgage for over a year now, I don't mind doing this for her.” he joked in his usual nature. already writing down your order and patiently waiting for Jungkook in front of you to voice out what he wanted for a meal. “And well, you and your friends are making our country proud, it’s the least i can do to thank you”

“Ah, thank you.” Jungkook bows to the older man. Your heart softened in your chest, seeing how considerate he was towards other people. He must be great with parents, you think. “Do you really not get that many people around here?” he asked worriedly once he sat back down on the wooden chair.

“We do! But she’s the one who comes the most often” he nods toward you and Jungkook smiles once he found your gaze, a glint of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Can you recommend me anything, miss?”

“Of course, sir. Yeol-ah, double up my order. Drinks are on me today.” You yell at the man’s son in the kitchen, who was still a bit older than you, but also close to enough to let you order him around shamelessly. You knew him quite well, actually. He was Chaeryeong’s boyfriend after all.

The tall boy pokes his head out of the kitchen door with a very confused expression plastered on his face. “Aren’t we supposed to close in like, an hour?” Chanyeol asks his dad in front of you.

“Just go cook, I'll explain later”.

The two men go back into the kitchen and Jungkook looks at you with an amused expression on his face. “What was that?” he laughs.

“I’m very popular, you know?” it probably wasn’t a good idea to go there, but you felt a little drunk on his voice that night, and you also knew your friend didn’t mind. “In fact, Chaereyong from ITZY is my best friend, who would have guessed?”

“Yeah and my son is her boyfriend, who cares?” Byung-ho yells back at you from the cashier, pulling a hiss from your lips. 

Jungkook still continued to stare at the both of you with confusion and intrigue, you guess he thought you were both joking.

“Wait, really?” he utters after a few seconds with big doe eyes and a pout on his lips, a combination that appeared when he was either confused or lying, which wasn’t the case then.

“Yes, my guy.” you laugh. “That juicy legged shortie is indeed my wife”

Jungkook loved the food, to say the least. It was all vegetarian and korean as fuck, a combination he never throught was possible, but downed like thristy camel. He was a loud eater, which was fitting of him and his politeness, something else you had noticed that night. You were the opposite, and actually despised the sounds of other people eating, yet, looking at him enjoying his meal so much made you feel full yourself. He made you feel like a kid in some ways too, brought back the times when being around others wasn’t so hard, and you still could have a sense of security around you. Talking to him was rather easy, maybe because of his welcoming nature, or because in fact he actually was interested in whatever stupid shit you were saying, something most people around you didn’t do. He also, amongst other things, seemed very interested in your job and the likes, always asking questions and absorbing information like a five year old. You had explained to him the five key steps of process design and the psychological effects on marketing in society to which he always responded with wide gentle eyes and attentive nods, not once looking bored or… annoyed in any way. 

Was he like that, with every girl? Because you weren’t anything special, there were many other girls who worked with him everyday and even if you hadn’t seen him in his work space, you could guess by the way most women in your company look at him whenever he passes by that either they were just as captivated as you by his beauty or that he had fucked them. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was just trying to get into your pants either, it wouldn’t be the first time it happened to you nonetheless.

“I can walk from here, JK” you mention once you found yourselves walking towards the parking lot. A bit sad about the expense you had just made on food, it was your fault for trying to seem cool and rich, neither of which you were. 

“Oh no, I’m not letting you do that, girlie” he unlocks the door and gets in, not even letting you finish or allowing you to fight back.

“My apartment is literally a block away” you protest in the car anyways. You fear you had been too much of a bother, and deep down, didn’t want him to feel like you were seeking his presence unnecessarily.

“Well, good for you. But, you paid for the food, which was a lot, and i don’t want my sugar mommy walking by herself at 12 pm on a friday night” you first freeze, and then burst a very loud giggle.

“Whatever” you slap his bicep and roll your eyes. “ Next time you can pay if it bothers you so much.”

“So there will be a next time?” wide eyes stare back at you. “Count me in. I´ll pick where we will be going, just lemme know when so i can plan ahead” he rambles, a little too excited about your suggestion. 

He drops you off with a smile on his face and hopefulness in his eyes, promising to see you around the company. You, on the other hand, feel a tad confused as you enter your apartment building. What was going on? 

You had overthought things so much your entire life that it suddenly became too tiring to do. During the past few years you had to learn how to detach yourself and just ride the wave sometimes. Once you had turned eighteen, everything started moving at a very fast pace, the pressure of adulthood fell upon you like a brick and everything was so overwhelming that you started to simply let the course of your existence take you wherever it needed to.

That’s how you ended up going out with Jungkook at least once a week for dinner or a drive around the city for more than two months. Without even noticing, he became so engraved in your everyday life that whenever he’d cancel plans because of work, you’d find yourself with a void in your heart and a rush of boredom filling your senses. Even if you found yourself in your living room with the company of your best friend whom you had seen at most four times in the past two months, you were still wishing you could share that intimate space with him instead, willing to let him a bit more into your life, in hopes that maybe he would do the same. Sue you, you were curious over the most intricate details about his personality, how his personal sanctuary looked and if the smell of his room is just as good as his car’s. You could bet a thousand dollars (maybe a little less, considering the unconventionalism that characterizes him) that he also had a few plants that only remembered to water three out of seven days of the week. 

Hopefully life would draw you closer to more people like him.

"How's your boyfriend doing?" Chaeryeong asks you from the kitchen counter, sweet popcorn cooking in you popcorn-maker. 

You sigh. "What boyfriend?"

She was a lot of things but oblivious, and you weren't either, just when you chose to be. "Cut the bullshit, you know who i'm talking about". The fake red head waits for your response as she pours the snack into a big bowl, and you on the other hand take this as an advange to search around the room for answers.

"He's just a friend" you say. "And he's fine, i guess… He doesn't really talk much about himself" you mention, matter of factly.

Chaeryeong nods beside you, understanding what you meant. Then, proceeds to tell a tale about her experience meeting the dark haired boy. "He's literally so quiet, but like, so incredibly kind. Once he tripped over and fucked up some of the decoration at an award show" she grabs a popcorn and continues her story. "He looked so panicked I thought his eyes were about to jump out their sockets — His eyes are huge, by the way." 

"I know" you smile.

"My point is, he started to help the staff put everything back in order again. I think he's the only idol I've ever seen do something like that… i decided i liked him then" her beautiful features light up with mischief. "I bet he fucks great too."

You slap her leg. Hard.

"I'm only telling you this now so you don't get caught of guard when he actually manages to fuck you," her soft hands run through your messy hair, motherly touches easing the fluster in your body. "You know he's a big whore, right?" She adds after a while. 

You didn't. According to Chaeryeong, who seemed to keep tabs on every single colleague of hers, Jungkook had quite the body count, not that you didn't have your suspicions before. Frankly, she only knew of two girls inside her company who had had some sort of situationship with him, but for the same reason, she also knew he had some history with other girls from different groups. "Yikes" you laugh nervously, in admiration of their ability to remain calm and collected without giving anything away to the public.

Thanks to your friend, you had heard lots of tea about other singers in the korean industry before, most of which were not as sweet or kind as they portrayed themselves to be, some even using their social status to get their way with girls. But for some reason, Jungkook had never made his way to your gossipping sessions, nor any other of his band mates (except for Jimin, who, if you remember correctly, used to have some sort of beef with one of Chaeryeong's company members). You guess it was because of his unproblematic nature that people chose to give him a pass for his sexual endeavors, not that they were of anyone's concern either. 

A knock is heard against your office door. "Miss _____?" A girl with a brown bob cut pokes her head through it, the dim lights of your office shining upon her incredibly healthy locks. "Jungkook asked me to deliver this to you" sliding completely into the room, she places a box with a note on it on your desk.

"Thank you so much" you wave her off as she walks right out. 

The package had a strawberry flavored canned tea and a bento box inside. 

"I remember you telling me you'd never tried tofu pancakes before, so I made some for you last night. Hope you enjoy! - JK

P.S. Text me when you're done, maybe we can hang out tonight."

You felt like crying, in all honesty. The pancakes were heavenly, and he even added some slices of avocado and a few scoops of rice for you, despite not being the biggest fan of the fruit himself. With a warm heart and relief washing over your body because you wouldn't have to waste money on lunch that day, you had had half of your meal before said boy gave you a call.

"Did you like them?" He said almost immediately. "My assistant told me she already delivered them to you" he adds in a rush.

"Jesus boy, calm down." You giggle at his excitement. "Let me eat in peace".

"No, tell me right now." he demands with a fake angry voice. Cutie.

"They're alright".

"Figured… you have no sense of taste anyways" the hangs up. A giggle escapes your lips. Boy was something else.

Later that day, the weekend started it's course. Jungkook had offered to drive you to the Han River, careful to mention the fact he prepared a bunch of snacks for you two just about five times during your call. The place was almost empty, given that the rest of the city was doing something else more fun than staring at the night sky while sitting on itchy grass. Yet, you wouldn't change the setting for anything else. Usually, when you and Jungkook were out, he'd be in silent wary of your surroundings and the people who could be watching you. It broke your heart, knowing that most of the time he couldn't frequent places most regular people had the pleasure of enjoying, like the movies, for example, or a food stand in the middle of the street. Still, in that moment, the handsome man in front of you seemed as relaxed as ever, munching on grapes and strawberries as he sat in silence beside you. 

"This blanket is so soft, isn't it?" he commented all of a sudden, caressing the fabric with his hand. The thing was made out of polar fleece, no shit. You just nodded and grabbed a piece of fruit from his container. "One of my friends gifted it to me on my birthday" he adds.

"I know. It was me".

"Well, maybe you do have a sense of taste after all" he complies as he lays down on the surface, eyes facing the night sky above you.

"Says the one who uses toe socks" you say back, poking his weak spot.

Instead of going back and forth with you as he usually would, he just winks and closes his eyes. He looked so peaceful and serene beneath you, features carefully carved on his face and slightly blushed cheeks from the cold wind. Jungkook was like that, randomly over confident and flirty with you, but just as quickly would refrain from even disagreeing with you in the first place, scared that you would snap at him. He hadn't told you this, but the way you saw thoughts hidden in his eyes whenever you made a statement let you know his true intentions, leaving you to wonder where that came from.

"Are you tired?" You ask after a few minutes. Still with his eyes closed, Jungkook denies.

"I just don't want to look at you right now," he turns to the side, back facing you as an offended expression finds its way to your face.

"Yah" you slap his back playfully, not letting him finish.

"Because you look too pretty." he mumbles the remnants of  his statement.

Your breath catches in your throat as a shiver climbs its way down your spine. Why was he like that? He had no right tugging on your heart strings like that (if he was being serious in the first place because you never knew with him). You sigh, the blush his words provoked stinging your cheeks.

"You're supposed to say I'm pretty too" he turns around with a playful smile, expectant.

"You just go around giving compliments so you can get them back?" you hiss. "Why so insecure?"

"I'm not insecure, at all." He sits up again, ready to fight you and anyone who dares question the grandiosity of the confidence he had worked so hard for. "You can ask Linh about that".

To say you looked horrified was an understatement, hopeful that what you thought he meant was not it. "You fucked Linh?"

"Well, that's not for you to know". 

What a gentleman, you think. And at the same time, ouch. He had just slammed a door on your face.

"That would explain the way she looks at you whenever you come by the office" you realize. Frankly, the girl looked a bit too panicked whenever Jungkook decided to barge into your space, usually bored out of his mind during his english lessons, laptop and notebook in hand, or struggling to get the questions right. 

"Well good afternoon to you too" you ironically greeted once he sat in front of you, frustration written on his face. Linh, who stood by your side, suddenly fidgeting with the papers in her hand.

"Not the time, _____" he slammed both hands on your desk, startling you and your friend beside you. "Why the fuck did you make me enroll into this in the first place?" 

"I did not make you do anything, dude. I just gave you an idea" you excused yourself, eyes back on your computer. You didn't miss the way Jungkook's eyes briefly followed Linh out the room, though. 

His eyes looked back at you, leg bouncing impatiently on the floor as he leaned back with a pissed off expression on his face. You'd never seen him this way, so you took that as a cue to enter under paid therapist mode. "What's wrong?" You questioned gently.

"I feel incredibly incompetent right now." His hands roamed across his face with frustration. A sigh escaped his lips as he held tears back. "School's always been this way for me, always trying my best and constantly underachieving" he explained.

He was obsessed with winning, you’d even go as far to say more than he was with his job (which was a lot). It didn’t root from narcissistic behaviour though, but rather out of external pressure to constantly overachieve and exceed expectations. He was mostly good at doing that, but everyone had an achilles heel, yours was reading for example, his was studying and school.

"Jungkook, you passed most of your classes with more than 90%, what are you talking about?" a fact he had brought up to you randomly when you mentioned absolutely nearly failing most of your literature classes.

"Yeah, except for English." he shook his head in the way he would when he'd feel conflicted or insecure. "I don't know what i'm doing wrong".

"Did you fail something?" you tried to get some more insight into the situation, still unsure of where all his worries came from.

"No, there's just this sentence I can't properly put together" he turned his notebook towards you. "Ah, just look"

There were some words he had to conjugate and properly place in order to form a grammatically correct sentence, more than five attempts written in neat penmanship on the page evidenced the boy's battle with the assignment. He missed one very important aspect of it, though. "There's a fucking word that's missing, dude" you explain, grabbing the pen from his hand and showing him where the mistake was. "It's not your fault, it's the teacher's".

Jungkook's serious expression didn't go away though. "Well, damn".

You had some sort of emotional trauma with having people ask you for help, it made you think that they didn’t actually care for you as a person but rather just your skills. That was the way you’d grown up and what your position in society seemed to be as well, the one you could butter up and taste when you got bored. Heart had been broken many times too, whenever you’d realize what you thought to be a genuine connection was merely pure interest. Those thoughts clouded your head when Jungkook would randomly enter your office with a frustrated expression on his face, yet, that occurred less often than it didn’t. 

Jungkook was not someone to establish relationships and bonds out of interest, you knew that. Or maybe not, truth be told, he was an authentic enigma, so open yet so closed and shielded from others to see through, and that didn’t exclude you most of the time, hence your wish for him to let you in a bit more before you could allow yourself to free fall into whatever was going on between you both.

You reach for the fabric of his hoodie, tugging his sleeve with your fingers just because you really liked the color of it, and maybe because you wanted to feel closer to him. He doesn’t react to your touch, just looks at your hands briefly as they play with the edges of his clothing. “Where did you get this from?”

“An online store, I think.” he replies softly, reaching for your hand on his arm, caressing the surface of your nails. “It’s a unisex brand, i can send you their link afterwards.”

“Is it too expensive?” you inquire, not only to keep the moment afloat, but because you genuinely liked most of his pieces of clothing, especially his hoodies and shoes. Jungkook laughs at your question and looks at you with a smile.

“I don’t think i would know, ____. I’m rich.” he says, playfully. And he was right, what was expensive for you might just be cheap as fuck for him, you wonder if when a lot of money is in your hands you start to become very tuned out from what’s affordable or not anymore.

“True.”

“I can buy you one, though. I don’t mind.” he adds. Soft look in his eyes, a pure and genuine offer that you had to deny.

“I didn’t say i wanted one” you lie, only partially, because although you’d not mentioned it, you did actually want it. “I just think it’s pretty” you finally let go of him.

“Or do you think I look pretty in it?” he pushes, a sucker for compliments.

“Yeah, that might be it.” you admit, because there was no point in denying your irrefutable attraction to the man, as much as you hated to be vulnerable, especially in front of him.

“I think it would look prettier on you”.

Don´t copy or repost please. by studiojeon on tumblr.