#but she's just... kinda cool about it all

[bytemee]

can u write a oneshot where mean!sorority!karina x loser!g!p!reader and reader goes out of town for a lego convention or some nerd shit and karina's like "ok lol" barely replying to their texts

but then reader sends selfies looking kinda good and suddenly karina's not so mean anymore (but she's acting like she doesn't care) and later she's in bed lowkey staring at reader's pics when reader calls and starts yapping about legos all excited while karina listens way too hard. somehow this leads to phone sex 🫣

CYBER SEX — YU JIMIN.

"wish you were here right now, all of the things i'd do."

synopsis. karina swears she doesn’t miss you. not even a little. if her puppy wants to ditch her for some dumb lego convention, that’s your loss. okay...maybe letting you leave was a mistake… but at least she can have some fun making you miss her.

pairing. mean!sorority!karina x loser!gp!reader

warning(s). 18+ (smut), phone sex (duhhhh), g!p reader, pet names (karina calling u puppy ofc), bad writing, and let me know if there's more!

words. 2k

authors note. mean!sorority!karina is so awesome sauce man. i also forgot my own schedule dates.. i apologize.

part one. part two. part four. headcannons. navigation. main masterlist.

karina wasn't mad. she wasn't.

so what if her puppy had ditched town for some stupid lego convention? it wasn't like she cared. she had better things to do than think about you running around, geeking out over plastic blocks.

her sorority sisters, however, were testing her patience. 

"she didn't even tell you until last minute?" giselle smirked over her drink. 

"sounds like someone got ditched," winter added.

"i didn't get ditched." karina rolled her eyes, scrolling through her messages. your last text had been two hours ago—a simple just got here! it's so cool, you'd love it if you gave it a chance :(  to which she had responded with a dry, doubt it. 

and that was it. that was all you were getting from her. if you wanted to act like a loser, that was your problem.

"didn't get ditched," winter mocked under her breath, earning a laugh from ningning.karina threw them a glare before pushing up from the couch, phone clutched in her hand. "i'm going to bed."

she ignored their knowing smirks as she stormed up the stairs to her room, locking the door behind her. 

her phone buzzed just as she flopped onto her bed, and against her better judgment, she checked it immediately.

puppy: look!! isn't it so cute?? :D

attached were three selfies of you grinning with some ridiculously detailed lego set in the background. your glasses were slightly askew, your hoodie a little too big, and your excitement was practically radiating off the screen. 

karina clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in just a little. not because she missed you. not because she thought you looked cute. just... because. 

another text popped up. 

puppy: there's this one panel tomorrow about rare discontinued sets, you think i should go? 

she bit her lip, hesitating before replying.

karina: do whatever you want. 

she stared at her screen for a moment before sighing and tossing her phone onto her pillow. 

she wasn't jealous. she wasn't annoyed. she wasn't—

her phone buzzed again.

puppy: you're so mean ;(

a smirk twitched at her lips.

before she could respond, her phone started ringing. you.

she exhaled sharply before answering, keeping her voice bored. "what?"

"okay, so—listen." your voice came through, breathless with excitement. "i got to see so many cool sets today. like, there was this one display of the millennium falcon that was massive, and i swear, if i had the money, i'd—"

she hummed, pretending to listen as you rambled on about your day. but she was listening. more than she wanted to admit. she could practically picture you, pacing in your hotel room, waving your hands around as you talked a mile a minute.

"like i said, you'd think it's cool if you were here," you muttered, and she could hear the pout in your voice.

"don’t think so."

you groaned. "you're impossible."

she smirked. "and you're a nerd."

"i am not—"

she could hear the shuffle of you moving around, probably flopping onto your bed. then, a pause. your voice was quieter when you spoke again. "you miss me?"

karina rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. she could lie. she could say no. but instead, she muttered, "not really."

you laughed, soft and knowing. "liar."

she closed her eyes, gripping her phone tighter. maybe she was. but she'd never admit it.

not yet, anyway.

karina sighed, rolling onto her side as she let your voice fill the quiet of her room. it was late, and she should have been asleep already, but instead, she was still listening to you ramble about legos of all things—like some lovesick idiot.

not that she was one.

"i swear, some of these sets were insane," you continued, voice slightly muffled like you were getting comfortable. "there was this one star wars display with over ten thousand pieces. can you imagine? ten thousand."

"hm," she hummed, only half-listening now. she was too busy staring at the selfies you'd sent earlier, swiping through them like she hadn't already memorized every detail.

she could hear you shifting again, the sound of fabric rustling against fabric, a small sigh escaping your lips. "kinda wish you were here, though. feels weird without you making fun of me."

karina smirked, rolling onto her back. "i'd make fun of you either way, puppy."

you laughed, soft and breathy. "i know. but still."

a beat of silence stretched between you, comfortable but charged. karina exhaled slowly, her fingers tracing idle circles against her stomach.

"so..." your voice had dropped slightly, quieter, more hesitant. "what are you doing?"

"lying down," she murmured. "thinking."

"about?"

she bit her lip, debating. she could keep playing it cool, keep pretending she wasn't fazed by you being miles away. but she was tired, and her walls were lower than usual, and you sounded so damn cute on the other end of the line.

"...you."

you inhaled sharply. "oh."

a smirk pulled at her lips. she could hear the way you tensed up, the way your breath hitched, and it sent a slow wave of satisfaction through her.

"what, puppy?" she teased, her voice dropping into something lower, something smug. "cat got your tongue?"

you swallowed audibly. "no, i just—"

she hummed, tilting her head back against the pillow. "you're cute when you're flustered, you know that?"

another pause. a shaky exhale.

"karina..."her smirk deepened, fingers idly tracing patterns against her skin. "what's wrong, puppy? you miss me that bad?"

you made a small, frustrated noise on the other end, and karina chuckled, knowing exactly where this was heading.

maybe letting you leave town had been a mistake. but at least now, she could have a little fun reminding you exactly who you belonged to. she bit her lip as she slipped her hand into her shorts, trailing her fingers between her thighs. 

her voice dropped lower, more sultry, more teasing. "use your words, puppy. tell me how much you miss me."

she could hear your breathing pick up, ragged and uneven. "i-i miss you. god, i miss you so much."

a small hum of satisfaction escaped her. you gulped at the sound, your shaky hands fumbling to unbutton your jeans. "i want you," you whined, your voice dropping to a whisper. "i wanna be back there with you."

"yeah?" she asked, a smile pulling at her lips. "and what would you do if you were here?"

she knew the answer, of course, but she wanted to hear you say it. she wanted to hear the way your voice would waver and crack as you finally gave in, finally told her exactly what you wanted.

you whimpered, your hands wrapping around yourself as you imagined her touch. "i'd kiss you," you admitted, your breath hitching. 

karina's smirk deepened, her fingers sliding through her own slick. "where?"

"everywhere," you breathed.

she bit her lip, heat coiling in her stomach. she wanted to tell you to get your ass back here, to come crawling on your knees, to beg her to forgive you for leaving her alone like this. but she knew she was too prideful for that, and besides, she couldn't help but find a bit of amusement in the fact that you were getting yourself off, miles away, just to the sound of her voice.

“you touching yourself, puppy?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

"mhm," you nodded weakly, even though she couldn't see you. you were breathing hard, your hand moving faster, your chest heaving as you lost yourself in the sound of her voice.

karina could hear the way your breath hitched with each stroke, could hear the way your voice went shaky each time she spoke. she loved it, and not in the usual possessive sense you'd expect from her. no, there was something almost tender in the way she teased you, in the way she kept you wanting.

"god, you're so easy," she murmured.

"please," you whimpered, your voice cracking slightly. "i-i wanna hear you."

karina tilted her head back, her breath catching in her throat. you were always so needy, so desperate for her, and god, she loved it. she loved hearing the way your voice would get hoarse and strained, loved the way you'd beg and plead with her to give you more.

"puppy..." she moaned, "you sound so fucking good." a finger slipped into her heat, curling up and dragging along her walls.

"please," you whimpered again, your hand moving faster. "i need to hear you. need to know if you're touching yourself too."

you could hear her gasp on the other end of the line, and you pictured her, eyes closed, back arched as she pressed down into the touch of her own fingers. you let out a jagged exhale, your whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. she was so gorgeous, and even if you weren't there with her, just hearing her like this was enough to drive you crazy.

"are you?" you asked again, a little more desperately this time.

"fuck, yes," she breathed. "i am."

"fuck." your grip tightened around your phone. "i-i bet you look so pretty right now. bet you feel so good."

"so fucking good, puppy." she was moaning openly now, another finger slipping into her slick heat. karina imagined what it would be like to have you back here, on top of her, inside of her, fucking her so hard that all she could do was cry out your name.

she wanted you so badly, and as her fingers sped up, as the heat built in her stomach, she felt herself getting closer to that edge, closer to falling apart for you. "god, i-i miss you so much," she breathed. her body was on fire with desire, her mind consumed by thoughts of you. 

if she wasn't fingers deep inside herself right now, she would have cringed so hard at herself that she'd turn to stone. but her head was swimming with pleasure, and her tongue was loose with it, and god, she wished you were here so she could take out her pent-up frustration on your body.

"s-shit, puppy," she breathed. "you're mine. all mine."

"yes," you whimpered. "only yours."

her fingers curled against her walls, pressing deep into her slick heat, and fuck, she was close, so close, and—

"k-karina," you moaned, your voice going hoarse. "i-i'm gonna cum. please, please, i—"

"fuck, me too." her voice was a low growl, her body trembling as she felt her orgasm building. she wanted to tell you, wanted to make sure you knew, but all that came out was a series of broken moans. she could hear the way your breaths were coming quicker now, could hear the way they turned into choked gasps.

and god, if it wasn't the hottest thing. 

you were hers, and you were coming undone for her.she was getting close too, and when her hand finally started to ache, and she couldn't bring herself to stop, couldn't bring herself to do anything but press her fingers deeper and deeper until her walls finally clenched around them.

"g-gonna—" you cried out, your body shaking as your release finally took over, spilling out of you in waves of pleasure. karina's body followed soon after, her fingers curling deep inside her slick heat, her muscles clenching around them. she shuddered, gasping, her legs trembling as the waves of pleasure rippled through her.

for a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your ragged breathing, the aftershocks still rolling through your body, your skin flushed with heat. the only thing grounding you was the faint static of the phone pressed against your ear.

karina was the first to break the silence, her voice quieter now, almost lazy. "...when are you coming back home?"

you swallowed, still trying to catch your breath. "why?"

"just wondering," she murmured, voice dripping with something that made your stomach twist.

you exhaled slowly, shifting against the sheets. "tomorrow night."

"good."

she didn't elaborate, but you didn't need her to. the implication was clear—she wanted you back.

you smirked, voice teasing as you asked, "miss me that much?"

karina let out a soft scoff, but it lacked any real bite. "shut up."

you chuckled, but before you could push her further, she spoke again, quieter this time.

"...you'll come straight to me, right?"

the words caught you off guard.

for someone who usually kept her emotions so close to her chest, it was unusual for her to ask for something so blatantly. she must be feeling vulnerable. but it wasn't unwelcome. in fact, it sent a wave of affection through you, made your heartbeat a little faster.

you smiled, the words leaving you without a second thought. "of course, i will."

the line was silent for a beat, and then another, and for a moment, you wondered if she was already asleep.

"okay," she whispered.

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part four.

[27spoons]

yapping yapping to you dudeeee. have you seen how nat treated mari's brat ass (and some of shauna's, too)? i was like: panties? where? *inserts that meme of an emoji with a dangling lingerie* like, the way her care and natural protective instincts kick in, even though others might give two fucks about her 😭😭 my baby, come here, i'll take care of youuuuu imagining a brat!reader making nat's days a living hell, but she can't possibly lash out, so she puts reader into a time-out (house arrest tf), or even brings them their portion of the food into their hut, ending up in nat "teaching reader" how to behave 😇 yuk, an innocent lesson

what if i said i wanted to be put in my place. what then. what if i said i need to piss nat off until she snaps at me, realises that i liked it, and then does it again?

nsfw blurb / smut / gn!afab!reader / porn w some plot / self-indulgent / not proofread we die like the cabin at the end of s2/ wc: 1260

natalie stands outside your shelter, the fresh scent of damp earth and cool spring air brushing past. the spring out here is deceptive—warmer than the cruel winter was but still bitter in the mornings and evenings. the soft hum of insects punctuate the silence that settles in the dim light of the evening.

inside, you restlessly lay on your makeshift bedroll, leg bouncing as you trace the light strips that filter through the gaps in your structure with your eyes. when she finally steps in—carrying a wooden bowl of stew—you glance up with a cocky grin that you already know nat will not like.

"well, well." you drawl, sitting up. "The Queen herself. To what do I owe the pleasure on this fine evening?"

nat doesn't bite. she places the bowl on the tree stump in front of you unceremoniously. "dinner," she says simply, straightening and crossing her arms.

"wow, room service?" you let out a low whistle, leaning back and lacing your fingers behind your head. "i gotta say, i'm kinda liking this whole 'house arrest' thing, you know? the perks are nice." a beat, "actually, is it too much to ask, or could i get some dessert?"

her jaw clenches, but she manages to keep her voice in check. "you seriously think this is funny?"

"i mean... yeah." you shrug. "let's be real, nat. you're supposed to be running this place or whatever, but here you are, babysitting me." you groan and sit back up, "doesn't really scream..." a beat as you feign thought, "fearsome leader, you know?"

nat's eyes narrow, and you swear you can feel the frustration radiating off of her. the distant sounds of the wilderness around you seems to grow at the sudden tension, filling the space between you two. "you really wanna test how far i'll go?"

your grin falters slightly, but you can't deny the subtle rush that builds inside of you at the way her voice lowers. "what are you gonna do? give me another stern talking-to?"

she steps closer, her worn combat boots crunching against the forest floor. she leans down just enough to meet your gaze, her voice shifting to that tone she knows gets you weak. “no. talking doesn’t seem to work with you.”

before you can fire back a retort, she's grabbing your jaw with her right hand and squeezing. "you aren't leaving this hut until i say so, and honestly?" her voice lowers further, "i don't think you deserve to leave after all this shit you've pulled, do you?"

you stare up at her, unsure if you're supposed to be feeling afraid, aroused, or both."uh…" you blink a few times, "wow, nat. you really got the whole… 'scary leader' thing down. i'm shaking in my boots."

a scoff leaves her lips, but she doesn't visibly react further to your sarcasm. "you can joke all you want, yeah? but we both know you'll listen to what i say. because if you don't…" her eyes flash down to your lips for a moment, "well, they don't last very long."

your stomach twists, but not because you're scared. well, maybe a little. but mostly? well, mostly you're just aroused.

and nat knows, if the way she smirks is any indication. "yeah. you know that, don't you?" her voice carries a teasing lilt that does unpleasant (but not unwelcome) things to your insides. "all you really want is to be put in your place." she grips your jaw a little tighter, "open your mouth more."

you do. your lips part on command, and you're rewarded with nat spitting into your mouth slowly. "close. don't swallow." you do as she asks, of course. there's no way she doesn't know you're ruining your underwear right about now. 

you swear you haven't taken a breath in a million years as she looks down at you, eyes sharp and calculating. "good. swallow." you comply, maintaining eye contact, then open your mouth to show her that you listen.

nat grins. "look at you. you can listen." 

she gives you a firm shove back onto your bedroll and follows you down. "but i think i still need to prove my point." 

one of her hands slides underneath the waistband to your pants without hesitation, and it takes everything in her to not make a sound of satisfaction at how wet you are already. "jesus. already?" she manages, the words almost coming out in a whine and breaking this facade of control. "you're fucking soaked."

"can't help it." you reply immediately, already feeling the fight in you leave the second she gets her hands on you, "it's you. you do this to me." you're already clenching around nothing, staring up at nat's form over your body with an expression of pure want. "please."

the girl almost scoffs at how quick you get to begging, considering it usually takes far longer to break you down. "damn. that was fast. you a little desperate?"

"fuck you—" you try and start, but your protests are quickly cut off with a sudden push of her forefinger into your cunt. "oh—"

"that's what i thought." she grins, starting to move her finger without giving you time to get used to the intrusion. "all talk and no game, yeah? not so big once someone actually starts taking charge."

your fingers dig into the soil around your bedroll, knowing better than to grab onto her right now. "that's not fair—"

another finger. "nothing is fucking fair." she bites, leaning down closer to your face, "we're trapped in the middle of goddamn nowhere, and you're talking to me about fair?" a harsh scoff leaves her lips as she begins pumping her fingers faster, "life isn't fucking fair."

you'd make a smart reply to that if you could, but it's sort of hard to do when her fingers are ruthlessly fucking in and out of you, your wetness soaking into the fabric of your underwear. "already so worked up." she tsks, "bet i could give you a third finger right now and you'd—" 

she does.

three fingers deep, fingers curling in and out of your pussy with a passion that only nat can possess, you groan and throw your head back. 

nat slaps her free hand over your mouth with a hiss, "jesus! do you want them to hear what's going on in here?" her fingers never cease in their actions as her gaze flicks to the entrance for a moment, watching to make sure no one is about to walk in on you two. "shit, i would never hear the end of this…" she murmurs before returning her gaze to you, hardening it slightly. "should have known you wouldn't be able to keep quiet." 

she grinds her palm against your clit with every crook of her fingers, and you can barely keep your eyes open at the harsh movements she fucks you with—pain and pleasure blurring together somewhere along the way. 

her breath ghosts over your ear as she leans down, and you can feel her smirk. "you're gonna come for me, and when you do, it's gonna happen again." you whine, and she chuckles lowly in response. "and again. until i fucking decide that you've finally understood how to listen to fucking orders."you stare up at her with wide eyes when she pulls her face back slightly, and nat's grin only widens further. "and we both know you have a hard time following orders." her fingers find that one spot, and you swear you see stars—"so i think it's gonna be a long night."

[mister0ctopus]

We Are All Sinners 02

Pairings: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: You left Jungkook and this town behind, but every visit pulls you back into his arms, chasing a high you can never leave behind.

Au/Genre: Smut, Exes, Angst

Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents, themes of strained relationship with parents, mentions of divorce, mentions of alcohol dependency, mental health struggles, angst, but this ch is full of fluff hehe

Ratings: 18+ ONLY!!! MDNI!

Word Count: 4.3K

a/n: this chapter is all about jungkook and yn’s story when they were younger, kinda exploring how things started between them. hope you like it :)

masterlist

SERIES CHAPTERS:

01: We Are All Sinners

02: We Were Holy Once

03: ???

04: ???

Jungkook loves the way you roll your eyes when he says something stupid. 

He’s not actually stupid. 

He’s actually on the honor roll (if that's how you measure intelligence, whatever that means). 

BUT! If acting like an idiot gets a reaction out of you, then so be it.

He nudges Jimin to say something even dumber just so he can top it with an even more ridiculous response. And from the corner of his eye, he catches it—a huff . The most expression you’ve shown since you transferred in his school two months ago.

He’s been doing this since you came here. Being silly, acting stupid, acting smart, being quiet, being loud, everything…

Just to get anything from you. 

You’re the new student from the big city and it shows. The way you dress, the way you speak, the way you act, it’s different from the rest of the kids in this small, quiet town. 

Jungkook hopes you’ll grow to like it here. The mountains, the beaches, how the town feels cozy and warm even when it always rains. 

But you don’t smile. You don’t talk to anyone.

He figures you’re just shy, just overwhelmed by everything new around you. It makes sense. You’re sixteen, and moving to a completely different place can’t be easy. 

You seem lonely, and all he wants is for you to feel at home. 

In his home. 

This town. 

Small towns have small-town habits, and people talk. He knows more about you than he probably should. 

That you moved here with your mom after your parents' messy divorce. 

That your mom grew up in this town but left young, built a life somewhere bigger. 

That she married rich, and then came the divorce. 

That she ran back here with you after the divorce. She works in an office now, at a local firm, or something like that…

Jungkook used to hate how fast gossip traveled here. But now? Now, he’s kind of grateful, because it means he knows about you. And one day, when you’re ready, he hopes you’ll tell him your story in your own words.

It was raining the day you finally spoke to him. Well, answered him.

You were standing under the shed after school, waiting. For something. Maybe for the rain to stop. He was passing by, carrying the ridiculously oversized red umbrella his mom insisted he bring. He stopped beside you, tilting his head.

“You waiting for someone?”

You hesitated for a second before answering. “No.”

Oh. 

Your voice. It sounded so much nicer when directed at him.

He played it cool, pretending his heart wasn’t thumping like crazy. “You can share my umbrella if you want.”

You hesitated again, and Jungkook sent a silent prayer to the universe.

And maybe the gods were feeling generous that day because you nodded. “Okay.”

Okay.

He stepped closer, holding the umbrella over both of you, and you started walking.

“So where do you live?” He tried to sound casual but his heart! He feels like it's about to jump out of his chest.

“The street after the big hardware store.”

He already knew this information. Of course it’s a small town. Still, he gasped, “Really? That’s great!”

You blinked up at him, confused.

Crap. He overdid it. It sounded so fake.

“Well, I mean… I live on the next street after yours, so that means… uh, we get to share my umbrella until we both get home. So we don't get wet.” He chuckled, scratching the back of his neck.

You just hummed and nodded.

“So, what do you think of here?” he asked, curious of what you really feel in this town.

“I don’t know… I’m still getting situated,” you say with a small sigh, and Jungkook feels the weight of it.

He doesn’t know much about you yet, aside from the stories or rumors that he heard.

All he really knows is that you’re new here, that you don’t know anyone, and that there’s sadness when you speak that he doesn't like. Not one bit.

So he makes a quiet promise to himself, right then and there: he’s going to make sure you like it here. That you don’t feel so alone.

“So, you came here with your mom?” he asks, keeping his voice light.

You paused, barely looking at him. “Yeah.”

Your answer is hesitant, a little distant. He gets it. Maybe you’re not ready to talk about your life? And that’s okay. 

He shifts the topic immediately. “You can join us during lunch breaks, you know? Jimin and I, and our friends, we’re super nice. If you, uh, if you like… you can sit with us. If you like.”

His voice stumbles, just a little, and he wants to kick himself. Why is he nervous? Why is he like this? God, what if you think he’s an idiot? What if—

You smile.

You smile at him.

God. 

And suddenly, the rain feels like summer, and Jungkook forgets every single thought he was just having because…

God. You are so beautiful.

It’s small, just a tiny lift of your lips, but—

You look up at him and he can see your eyes catching the faint silver light of the gloomy sky, and the way the light catches on your lashes—

Prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.

A little sad, a little guarded, but soft.

“Okay,” you say simply, turning your gaze back to the sidewalk as you keep walking.

Jungkook blinks. That’s a yes. You’re going to sit with him.

His heart physically hurts.

He presses his lips together, fighting back the smile threatening to take over his entire face.

A few minutes later, you stop in front of a white house with a blue gate. “Well, this is me.”

Now he hates that his school is so close to his house. He doesn’t want this walk to end.

He tugs at the strap of his backpack, rocking on his heels before saying, “I’ll walk you to the door, so you don’t get wet.”

You shake your head, and what happens next, he wasn’t prepared.

You laugh, no—more like, a giggle, soft and breathy and so melodic, like you’re genuinely amused. “No, it’s okay, silly! It’s just a short walk.”

Oh.

Oh.

He stands there like an idiot, staring, watching as you jog lightly up to your front door, hoodie sleeves flopping over your hands, your hair bouncing with each step.

Then, you turn back. And then you lift your hand in a small, timid wave before disappearing inside.

You wave.

Him. You wave at him.

He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. He doesn’t even blink.

He exhales, like he just remembered to breathe, head tilting back as he stares at the sky, still standing there in front of your house like some fool. 

Fuck.

Jungkook swore he was the luckiest guy on earth tonight.

You said yes. You actually said yes when he asked if you wanted to come watch his band perform at the school’s music festival.

It still felt surreal.

His band, originally a garage band started by his older brother, Jin, and his friends, Yoongi and Namjoon, had been gaining attention since performing at the town’s sports festival. Now that Jungkook and Jimin had joined, they were getting gigs at bigger festivals… and tonight, they were playing for the school.

And you were coming to see them.

He was waiting by the main gate, feeling a little nervous. You were ten minutes late. Their performance was up next.

Then—

“Jungkook!”

His heart nearly leaped out of his chest.

He turned, and there you were—in denim shorts, high-top red Chucks, an oversized maroon hoodie. Hair slightly tousled, a little out of breath, like you’d rushed to get here.

So beautiful.

“Hey! You made it!” He couldn’t hide his excitement.

You nodded, still catching your breath.

“We’re on next,” he grinned. “Shall we?” He reached for your hand without thinking. And—oh. 

You took it.

Another first.

Jungkook could barely contain his smile as he led you backstage.

“Do you mind if I introduce you to the guys first?” He sounded a little sheepish now.

You raised a brow.

“Well…” He scratched the back of his neck. “They didn’t believe you’d come. I just… I wanted to prove them wrong.” He laughed lightly, nose scrunching.

Your lips twitched. “Oh, so you wanted me here just to settle a bet?”

Jungkook panicked. “No! No, not at all! I mean…of course I wanted you here! I just also… kinda…want to show you around? To my friends, I mean.. If that’s ok…”

You hummed, tilting your head playfully.

He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “That came out wrong—”

Your giggle interrupted him, and God, he almost melted.

“I’m kidding, Jungkook,” you rolled your eyes. And then you grinned. “Sure, I’d like to meet them.”

He lit up like a firework.

He navigated the messy backstage hallway, weaving through cables and equipment, and led you to a door with a sign that read Tiger Lilly—their band’s name.

“They gave us our own room,” he grins proudly before pushing the door open.

Inside, the guys were buzzing with last-minute prep.

"Jungkook! Finally, we’ve been looking for you!" A tall guy with a buzz cut turned toward him.

Jungkook barely heard him. He turned to you, practically bouncing on his feet. "YN's here!"

The tall guy’s eyes flickered to you, and he broke into a dimpled smile.

Jungkook nudged you forward. "This is Namjoon-hyung. He’s on drums."

"Hi," you said softly. "Nice to meet you." You reached out a hand, and Namjoon shook it warmly.

Jungkook beamed, then turned toward Jimin. You had started hanging out with him since joining Jungkook’s friends during lunch breaks.

"And you already know Jimin, our main guitarist."

Jimin, busy fixing his newly dyed blonde hair, turned when he heard his name. When he saw you, his eyes widened for a second before he grinned.

"YN? Hey! You actually came!"

Jungkook grinned smugly. "Told you."

Before Jimin could say anything else, Jungkook was already dragging you toward two other guys.

"Hyung!" he called out, and two men looked up.

One of them—pale, platinum blond—nodded in greeting.

"This is Yoongi-hyung, our bassist. Best of the best. Hyung, this is YN!"

Yoongi looked intimidating at first, but when smiled— a gummy smile, his entire face softened. "Jungkook talks about you a lot."

You blinked, a little surprised. "Oh. Uh… thanks?" You glanced at Jungkook.

Jungkook didn’t even have time to panic over that before another voice chimed in.

"Finally, our golden vocalist returns."

Jin, who you knew was Jungkook's older brother since he talked about him nonstop, looked like a model with his purple hair as he tinkered with a keyboard. He glanced at Jungkook expectantly.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. "I was waiting for YN. She’s still getting used to the school."

Jin smirked. "Ah, so you’re YN. Jungkook talks about you nonstop. You should see him in rehear—"

"Hyung, stop! Ugh." Jungkook groaned, touching his ears, which were now turning red.

Jin just laughed and reached for your hand. "Hey, I’m Jin."

You shook his hand and gave him a soft "Hi, nice to meet you."

And you smiled again. You found Jin’s laugh funny. But you smiled again.

You’d been smiling a lot these past few days.

Jungkook swore his heart had never been this full.

"This was Tiger Lilly! Thank you for coming!"

Jungkook’s voice filled the venue—slightly breathless—and the crowd erupted.

It was unbelievable. The cheers, the signs with their band’s name, the how people chanted for them. For him.

You knew they were good, but seeing them live, how they commanded the stage, made you realize just how talented they were. How talented he was.

Jungkook was a natural. 

And the pride swelling in your chest caught you completely off guard.

As soon as they ended their performance, Jungkook practically flung his guitar aside, jumping down from the stage. Still glistening with sweat, he ran toward you, as he aggressively dabbed at his damp skin.

He was glowing. Smiling so wide. His hair is a mess from all the movement, sticking to his forehead.

He looked…

Happy.

And it made your stomach flip because he was running to you.

“Hey! We were good, right?” His words came out in an excited rush, chest still rising and falling from the performance.

You nodded, unable to hide your own excitement. “Yeah! You did great! I’m so proud of you!”

The words slipped out before you could overthink them.

Jungkook froze, then… his entire face lit up.

“Really?” His voice was almost disbelieving. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, failing successfully to suppress his grin.

Your heart skipped.

“Of course,” you said, eyes soft. “You were amazing up there.”

Jimin’s voice cut through the moment. 

“Kook! YN! Afterparty! Let’s go!”

You turned to see him waving from backstage.

Jungkook perked up immediately. “Oh! Yeah... So we have an afterparty a few blocks from here.” He turned back to you, excited. “It’s just us and some of the other bands that played. It’s by the beach house. Come with me, please?”

Then, he leaned in a little, “There’s gonna be s’mores.”

That sheepish little grin, his toothy grin… He knew exactly how to persuade you.

You laughed, warmth spreading through your chest. “Okay! Yeah!”

But just as quickly as you agreed, reality hit.

Your curfew.

Your mom usually went to bed early, but she checked your room sometimes. If she woke up and you weren’t there—

Jungkook’s face fell immediately.

“What’s wrong?”

You barely had time to be surprised. How did he pick up on that so fast?

“Oh. I just have a curfew,” you admitted, chewing your lip. “Eleven. I mean, my mom’s probably asleep, but she checks my room sometimes."

Jungkook didn’t even hesitate.

“Oh, no worries! I’ll drive you home before eleven. I won’t drink. I mean—” He suddenly scratched his neck, sheepish. “I don’t drink anyway. I’m still a minor—heh.”

His little awkward chuckle. The way he ducked his head.

Why was he so adorable?

Jungkook reached for your hand. Like it was natural. Like he didn’t even have to think twice.

Your fingers curled slightly, your palm warm against his.

And just like that, he led you down the hallway, grinning, buzzing with energy.

Cutest boy you’d ever met.

Jungkook tries to focus on his breathing. Really trying. But it’s impossible when you’re sitting this close.

The beach party roars behind him. The laughter, the music… He has no idea where his hyungs went. Who knows? Who cares?

Because right now, none of it matters.

Not when you're beside him, close enough that he can smell your shampoo—something floral, soft, sweet. Close enough that your leg keeps brushing against his, and holy shit, your skin is so smooth.

You’re both sitting in the back of an old, abandoned pickup truck, slightly away from the chaos. It’s the best spot on the beach whenever people hang out. It’s dim here, only the silver glow of the moon tracing the curves of your face. You look… ethereal. Yeah. That’s the word.

You’ve been talking. About school, about town life. But he hasn’t asked about your mom. He wants to—God, he wants to know everything about you. But he remembers how your shoulders tensed the last time someone mentioned her. He doesn’t want to ruin this, whatever this is. He just wants to keep listening to your voice.

“I like your friends. The ones at school, especially Jimin. And your bandmates. They’re all nice.”

Jungkook swallows.

You like them? That’s good. Great, actually. He wants you to feel welcome here. 

He turns his head to look at you, and wow… the way the moonlight makes your eyes gleam, how the ocean breeze plays with your hair…

So beautiful.

“I like that you feel that way here,” he said, quieter this time. “I know it’s a lot… moving and all.”

He hesitates, suddenly nervous.

“I just… I want you to like it here.”

You don’t talk much about your life before coming to this town. You don’t talk about your mom.

Not about the way she started drinking again, how she clings to it after the divorce. Not about how you watch her shift… how, on the good days, she is warmth and laughter and the mother you remember. But when the skies inside your home turn gloomy, when the sadness seeps into the walls, she becomes someone else. Bitter and mean and vile. 

And you hate it. Not her, but the way the light inside her dims. She’s hurting. She’s trying to cope. And you feel helpless, and useless, not knowing what to do. 

So you don’t talk about it. Because if you say it out loud, people might misunderstand. They might see her only for her worst moments, not the woman who is simply hurting ang trying her best. 

You turn to Jungkook.

Only to find him already looking, trying to figure you out by looking at you.

“I hope someday you can just talk to me about what you’re really thinking. When you're ready, I’m here, for whatever you need. I hope someday you'll feel at home here, too."

You smile at him and warmth settles in your chest against the cold sea breeze.

Sweetest boy you’ve ever met.

So good. So pure. And everything harsh and hard around you, every jagged edge, is being softened in his presence. Eroded.

He tells you he hopes you feel at home here. You don’t tell him that you already do. Not in the town, but here, beside him.

“You have the prettiest eyes,” he murmurs, almost absentmindedly.

Under the moonlight, you let yourself truly take him in. The arrogant slope of his nose, the curve of his lips and the mole just below, the faint scar on his cheek, his dark lashes, his round eyes… you take it all in.

And then, slowly, hesitantly, he leans in.

The scent of him hits first—musk and vanilla, and Jungkook.

Then—his lips.

The first touch is barely there, a whisper, a question. His lips graze yours, unsure. You mimic the way he moves, hesitant, careful.

And then everything else fades.

The distant sound of the waves, the laughter from the party, the weight of what you carry—none of it exists. 

There is only him.

He exhales softly against your lips, like relief, like finally. Like he has been running toward this moment for so long and has just now arrived.

He breaks the kiss, his hands cupping your face, thumbs gently brushing your cheeks as he studies you.

You smile at him, as if to say, I liked that very much.

He must understand, because he smiles too.

His fingers graze your jawline, his fingertips slightly rough from playing the guitar. 

And then, he kisses you again, firmer this time. His lips gently molding into yours, letting your lips part just enough before he tilts his head to savor you more. 

To be kissed like this.

Your first kiss.

Only for your phone to vibrate in your back pocket, breaking the trance.

You and Jungkook freeze, breathless, blinking at each other like you’ve just resurfaced from deep water. Then, almost at the same time, you both let out soft, breathless laughs as you scramble for your phone.

Your alarm, 30 minutes until curfew.

Jungkook catches a glimpse of your screen before pushing himself up and effortlessly hopping out of the back of the pickup.

His movements are easy, fluid, and then he turns to you, hand outstretched.

You shift forward, about to take it, but instead, his hands find your waist.

Before you can even process what’s happening, he lifts you off the truck bed like you weigh nothing. His grip is firm but gentle, and your body is pressed against his, and you feel his solid body against yours. Warm enough to seep through your thick hoodie.

When your feet touch the ground, heat creeps up your neck. But before you can dwell on it, his fingers find yours, and you follow him as he leads you to the front of the beach house, where a car is parked.

He catches your questioning look and grins.

“I borrowed Jin’s car,” he smiles, opening the passenger door. He tilts his head toward the seat. “Let's get you home.”

He closes the door behind you once you're in, then jogs to the driver’s side, sliding in effortlessly and buckling his seatbelt.

The moment you start driving into the night, drops of rain hit the windshield.

The drive is quick, and as you pass the big hardware store, you turn to him.

“Hey,” you said, “can you drop me off at the corner?”

Jungkook glances at you, confused. “Why? You’d have to walk past, like, five houses to get home.”

“Yeah, well…” You hesitate, unsure how to say it, “I just don’t want mom seeing me get out of a car. She’s probably asleep, but she’s a light sleeper sometimes, and… I just don’t want to deal with any talks about me going out, you know?.”

Jungkook says nothing as he slows down and stops the car at the corner.

“It’s raining.”

“It’s ok,” you say, reaching for the door handle. “I’ll dry off when I get home.”

But before you can step out, he unbuckles his seatbelt and hops out into the rain.

“What are you—”

And then he’s at the trunk, grabbing something. 

His huge, red umbrella.

He pops it open, opens your door, and holds out a hand.

"Come on," he casually says. Without a word, you take his hand, and let him help you out of the car. Rain patters softly against the umbrella as you walk side by side down the wet pavement.

Then, his arm wraps around your waist, his body warm against the cool breeze.

Neither of you says anything. You just walk together, listening to the patter of rain and the rhythm of your unhurried steps.

How you feel safe and content just by being close to him—you don’t know. It is new, but it is not confusing.

When you reach your gate, he exhales and turns to you with a small, lopsided smile. But he doesn’t let go of your waist.

“Thanks for driving me home,” you whisper. “Drive safe. Good night.”

“Good night,” he murmurs back.

You push at the gate gently, careful not to make noise, only to realize it won’t budge. Your stomach drops.

You glance at Jungkook, panic flickering across your face.

“Mom never locks the gate,” you whisper. “I didn’t bring my key to this thing."

He steps forward, inspecting the lock, then glances up at the height of the gate. Without a word, he shifts the umbrella into your hands.

Then—he climbs.

Effortlessly.

You watch him jump in with your mouth slightly open.

And then, within seconds, he’s unlocking it from the inside, pushing it open for you.

The two of you walk silently toward the front door. Once you reach it, you stand there and face him.

You look up at him, eyes searching, heart in your throat.

And then, without thinking—

You tiptoe.

And you kiss him.

At first, it was a soft press of your lips to his, to say thank you.

'Thank you' for making you feel less alone.

He freezes, breath hitching, caught off guard. But the second you part your lips over his—god—

he exhales a shaky breath and kisses you back, as if to say you're welcome.

You are welcome in his mouth. In everything that he has, you are welcome. Come in. Feel at home—it's yours to invade, to take, to make yours.

His hands fly to your waist, gripping, pulling you closer, closer, until there’s no space between you. His mouth parts, catching your lower lip between his, sucking gently, teasing.

A quiet, shaky noise escapes you.

And that sound, it does something to him.

With barely controlled urgency, his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your messy hair as he tilts your head to deepen the kiss. His other arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer, closer… until you feel him gently grind into you. Only once. Gently. But you feel it, pressed against his warm, solid body. You feel it.

When his tongue brushes against your lips, silently for permission, you let him in.

Your hands clutch at his hoodie to pull him closer, and he whimpers into your mouth—a soft, wrecked sound. You pull back to catch your breath, and he presses his forehead against yours for a second... but then, as if he can’t wait any longer, as if a second is an eternity, he finds your lips again, capturing them in another deep, long kiss.

He smiles into the kiss, and finally pulls away, lips red, swollen, slick.

His voice is hushed and breathy. “Good night, YN.”

You barely find the breath to respond. “Good night, Jungkook.”

You step back, slipping inside. The door closes between you, but your body still feels like it’s pressed against his.

You quietly climb the stairs, smiling, head spinning, lips swollen, stomach flipping. The house is dark and silent, the only light guiding you is the moonlight from the window at the end of the hallway.

You slip into your room quickly, and just as you reach your window, you see him—standing by your gate, looking back, scanning your house.

When he sees you watching from your window, a wide, boyish grin spreads across his face. He gives you a small wave before jogging back to his car and disappearing into the night.

And you stand there, staring after him, knowing one thing for certain…

Jungkook has your heart. 

Your first love.

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So! In light of some more toxic asshole showing up in the community and ruining it for everyone, it is time to wake up and post more!! Bullshit HC!

Transwoman Corvus Corax HC, to remind the transphobe to get the fuck out :)

Corvus was raised by political dissident and the likes. From a young age, she was aware that some people are trans.

Figured out that she was a woman at a rather uoung age, even for a primarch. She was nowhere near fully grown!

Still, due to her environment, she wasn't quite able to express herself in those ways very much. She *was* making sure to tell people that she was using she/her, but that was kinda it.

Nasturi was absolutely a GIANT help in figuring all that stuff out, and helping her feeling a tiny bit more like herself.

Becoming huge was also an absolute nightmare of gender disphoria. She didn't WANT to be a 9 foot tall huge muscle demigod! She was resigned to never feel feminine, ever.

Then... The Imperium came. It wasn't *great*, and I have many hc about her reaction to Emp and the Imperium at large, but holly shit, that Emperor guy was respecting her as a woman, as long as she swore loyalty?? *Yes please!*

She was, immediately, surprisingly popular in the family. Mostly because all those huge boys now had a little sister!!! It was a weird position to be in, to be the small and young one.

There is many tricks that she take, to appear more feminine. Her armour has a subtle curve. It's also less bulky, built for speed, flying and stealth, wich means it give her a smaller frame, when around her bros. She start using makeup, she wear flat exclusively, she keep her hair down.... So many small details.

At first, Fulgrim annoyed her greatly. She hated his drama queen attitude. Then one day, he made a comments about worker protest, and next thing she knew, he was teaching her how to put on nail polish during a sleep over.

When she is out of armour, she dress like a 90's goth/grunge. Lot of dark clothes, baggy sweatshirt over tight crop top, smudged makeup... and so, SO many skirt. Of her brothers can wear "robes" all the damn time, she get cute skirts!!

At constant war between "I don't care about aesthetic and style, utility is more important and gender is a construct" and "I want to be PRETTY and SPOOKY and look SO COOL-"

Very into jewelry. She can't help it, they are *shinies!!* Especially like opal, pearls and ofc, Obsidian.

Her astarte usually call her "My lady" and "your ladyship" when around people from other legions. When alone with her, they hapilly call her "Mother".

Pretty intense sweet tooth, due to a childhood of privation. Kinda discovered baking, and do so as a hobby now. It's science! Exact things! And sweet! Her sons are delighted by her experimenting.

These are just some of my lil headcanon for Corvus, especially when I write her as transfem, wich tbh is most of the time when I write Corvus lmao.

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I hc that Gem is secretly a royal of a long lost kingdom, that she ran away from

So Well all know Gem is this cool strong witty hermit and sometimes the others will wonder where she learnt everything she knows, since sometimes she just swap languages like *snaps fingers* That. She learnt fencing How to run in heels multiple different languages like Spanish, French and also galactic and runic. Her heritage let's her b3 naturally gifted with magic and also just general slaying ✨️.

Gems parents were always super adamant about how they wanted Gem's life to go, she was to marry off and expand the kingdom and all that ancient yada yada. Gem didn’t want it so she ran and left her home server, her skills got her some of the way but it was hard to adjust to a life of constant luxury to homelessness. But Gem had never felt more free so she wasn't disappointed, she honed her skills in building much more becoming an beautiful architect, them she was picked up by the hermits gang and joined the crew. No one besides Xisuma and impulse know who she is, X had recognised her as the missing princess and helped her l, where as Impulse found out while gigs were passed out drunk and the only two left her Gem and Impulse who kinda just shrugged and said. "Damn slayyyy"

Gem's family kingdom actually ended up collapsing a decade or two later and she lived happily in hermitcraft forever.

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Apologies if you have answered that question before but, since you mentioned Bill and Fleur in one of your last posts, I wanted to ask what you think about their relationship? They've always been one of my favorite canon ships but a recent reread hasn't been too kind to it — the age difference (which i somehow never really clocked) + Bill not really saying/doing anything to defend Fleur. Plus just leaving her stranded with his family in their cottage lmao, though that may be a side-effect of Rowling going very stereotypical with her couples once they settle down (why wouldn't Fleur be working?!). Long story short, I've been loving the two (and Fleur especially, SHE IS NO ONE'S ORNAMENT DAMN RIGHT) in Lionheart ("Apparently I'll answer to 'tall Englishman'", Bill getting his ass handed to him by a petite Frenchwoman — my beloveds) but would love to hear more of your perspective! :)

CANON BILLFLEUR i love... secret age gap coworkers to lovers to monsterfuckers arc... beautiful French academic decathlon finalist (and honorary cringefail girlboss, though that's not really her fault on account of having tried to play honestly in the Faculty Cheating Competition), descended from a race of hypnotically gorgeous man-eating sirens, falls in love with long-haired sexually ambiguous wizard indiana jones. while they're coworkers. at a bank. then Wizard Indiana Jones (who wears an earring btw) gets bit by a werewolf and becomes NOT an actual werewolf but like. the diet Y/A Teen Wolf sexyman with hunky scars. molly's sobbing over losing his good looks meanwhile fleur is sitting there desperately resisting the urge to punch the air and do a victory lap.

their love story is also hilarious. bill has about 4 lines in the entire series and somehow pulls the hottest girl in the book. king of shutting the fuck up. a parable for all of us. fleur? even better. molly straight-up calls fleur shallow to her face at her fiance's hospital bedside and she basically hits her with "chill out, he was already punching." the absolute panache. it tells us so much about their relationship even though we don't get to see it. fleur has that man HANDLED. she is not worried. we don't know what their sex life is like but babygirl WAS NOT CONCERNED about him getting "aggressive at certain times of the month." stone cold pokerface did not break a sweat. make of that what you will.

more seriously. the 17/25 age gap thing is not like, great. but also it's not terrible for me considering (a) age gaps in the wizarding world are kinda fucked anyway and (b) she's fully the hottest woman to ever exist. and bill is a smart practical dude who if he's anything like his father is ass over teakettle in love with his wife. if anything i think fleur probably ran point on that particular mission. like, from bill's perspective, you're a competent and respected guy at the office, you're known for being smart and capable, and you're just getting to the point where you're up for serious promotions. and then there's the new girl at the office, who's a freshly legal blonde frenchwoman, and she's also ridiculous looney-tunes level hot. if you so much as smile at her your office buddies are going to roast you to hell. you will never live it down. and meanwhile fleur is coming into this new office, and the only guy she even kind of knows is the older brother of harry potter's best friend, who she interacted with for 0.1 seconds a year ago. but he's also cool and competent and everybody respects him. in her mind, he is a prey animal. he is the gazelle to her cheetah on the savannah. she is stalking him like big game. once she gets over how much he pisses her the fuck off I think she engages in emotional terrorism until he caves and asks her out. as is her right as a frenchwoman <3

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Hiii vee! Just out of curiosity... what do you think each batboys ideal way to ask bb to be their valentine ? Hope you have a wonderful rest of your day <3

Hi!!! Omg this is such a cute question!! Looong post but hope you like! <3 Happy belated Valentines Day to all!

Dick Suave. Shameless. Thoughtful. You don't really pay that much attention to Dick's presence in the manor. There's no point of perking up like a bored puppy when you see that flash of striking blue and inky black, stretched across the strong chest that was the unfortunate source of your earliest 'tinglings'. Entraced in your upside down doomscrolling session on the sofa, you don't even notice the frown that tugs the corners of his lips when you fail to greet him with your usual enthusiasm. Or at all, really. He clears his throat once, and then twice- which finally gets you to drop your phone and right yourself. "Hi." "Hey," he grins, setting a duffel bag at your feet. "Sooo, you're gonna wanna get dressed. And...I kinda can't tell you why." You don't know what you're expecting- but it isn't the Rouge Astronomers Gown and a matching domino mask. "Dick-" "Please, little wing?" You have literally no idea why you're wearing noise dampening earplugs, or how no one saw two distinctly dressed figures grappling into the rafters of Gotham Square Garden- but you do know what it's like to see Juno performed live, soaking up the vibrations of Nightwing's own humming as you lean into his chest. "Will you?" "Huh?" The whites of your mask convey confusion, and then understanding. "Oh." You snort, glancing back down to the dancing Sabrina Carpenter. "What? Let you make me Juno?" "No," he laughs, and you can feel his arm tuck you closer into him as the other fishes for a heart shaped card. "My puns aren't that bad." BB Mine? "You sure about that, Nightwing?" Jason Jason in my head has the capacity to be an old school romantic (even more of a romantic than Dick) but he doesn't have the confidence to do something as overt as he'd like. Jason's desire to look cool and his history of comparing his game to Dick's makes for a storm of overcompensating via nonchalance. But it's super obvious because the romance still comes through in the end. So he'd: - ask BB if she was free 'on Friday' (Valentines Day) - if she wanted to go to 'this bookstore opening' (it's a romance only bookstore such like Lovestruck in Boston). - if she's hungry, they can 'grab something to eat' (it's a picnic. He made the ice tea pink) You'd lay together tucked away in a corner of Robinson Park, full on little treats and pastries and ice tea. You'd share his earbuds, the short wires forcing you into close proximity as you listen to an audiobook together. "Jay?" "Mm." "Is this a date?" "...Do you want it to be a date?" "Jace." "Princess." "Be my Valentine?" You ask, prodding a finger right over his heart. "Is that all I'm worth to you, BB? No card? No Hoizer? No heart shaped- ow!" He groans dramatically as you shove him, and the playfighting that ensues ends with him allowing you to pin him. "Well, if you're gonna beat it out of me," he sighs. "Yeah, sure. I'll be your Valentine." Tim "Whose the lucky guy?" Silas asks as he pushes off the gates marking the entrance to the academy. Students huddle together, whispering behind their hands and doing full 180s to glimpse you in the courtyard. Arm thrown around your shoulders, Silas guides you to your locker. It's stickerbombed with motifs of glitterfied conversation hearts toting classic phrases like 'Luv U', 'XOXO' and 'UR Cute'. There's no note on your locker. You side-eye Silas, who raises his hands in full surrender.

"Learned my lesson last time." He announces, but not to you. He's glancing at Damien, who leans against his own locker looking more displeased than with his usual resting Bat face. The final straw is when you open your locker, shutting your eyes out of reflex as an air cannon full of rose petals and glitter kindly decorates you and a few curious peers. You don't even have to look at your phone to know whose calling.

Fishing the vibrating device from your blazer, you scowl as the screen goes pink, save for some text. BE MINE? -TIM YES | NO (will brick ur phone </3) Damien You think next year, you're gonna ask Bruce if Jason was left out of the Christmas cards by choice. When he first started wearing the bat again, he'd vehemently denied any non-life threatening get togethers with extreme prejudice, but it's been years. Maybe all he needed was another push. You'd hate to think you all have been excluding Jason all these years on an assumption. As Dick, Tim and Bruce help the photographer finish the last of the set up, Damian hands you Ace's brush. You two have been tasked to be the animal wranglers this year (and every year), which involves making sure the handsome black dogs not only look their best, but are pumped full of enough treats not to mind the excessive repositioning. "Do you still check your google calendar?" Damien asks, running Titus' brush down the dog's neck. "Uh, yeah. Why?" "I need some...assistance. With an engagement." "Vague. When?" "Nine weeks from now. You'll recieve a reminder a few hours beforehand."

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looking at me

valentine’s day fic

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3rd person

the circus grounds seemed to stretch on out for miles, though this was just an illusion, as in reality, it was a small environment - essentially a prison. one with too many overwhelming, saturated colours, akin to that of a children’s show. within this circus, there was a cast of characters, all equally exhausted with the energy and antics of their ringmaster: caine. though one individual was more vocal about this than the rest, zooble. it was almost like they found joy in being as moody as possible. well, except when it came to gangle, their best (and only) friend. she was a lot more timid than them, often letting jax walk all over her. zooble wouldn’t ever hesitate in helping her out, though. right now, the two were in zooble’s room, an array of colourful limbs that the two were sorting through was scattered on the floor. each one was more strange than the last, if that were even possible.

“how about this one, zooble?” gangle asks, holding up a striped arm, orange and black. she was helping them pick parts to spend the day wearing, as it was proving a very difficult task for them. they took the part, trying it on and contemplating for a few seconds before replying:

“yeah. this feels alright. kinda matches.” they say, bottom eyelids moving up to form a ‘smile’. “thanks for that. i don’t think i’ve ever seen this part before - nice to actually try something new for once, i guess.”

gangle returns the smile with her own, a genuine, soft one. every time zooble looked at her in that way, she got a fluttery feeling in her stomach, ‘cheeks’ dusted with pink. she broke eye contact, looking down at the floor to avoid their gaze. she had loved them for a long time, basically ever since she met them. they just.. made her feel comfortable in a way nobody else could. they were honest, they were genuine, they were kind - three of the things she valued most in a person. and on top of all that, they were really cool. they stood up for her, they were so good at art, they didn’t care what anyone thinks.

eventually, she speaks up.

“..zooble..?”

“mmhmm?” they seemed quite distracted with something, but the sound of her voice immediately took their whole attention, ready to hear what she wanted to say. their eyes were no longer half-lidded, but rather wide and soft, welcoming, friendly.

“i.. uhm.. i think- i think i’m in love with you..? i know this is sudden, but i’ve felt like this for a long time and i just have to tell you because it feels wrong to lie to you and-“

“gangle-“

“-and i just think you’re amazing— you’re perfect, you’re so kind, you look amazing, you’re everything i’ve ever wanted- and if you don’t want to be my friend anymore because of this, i’d completely understand—“

“gangle—“

“—because i’d feel the same..! i wouldn’t want a best friend who loves me like that—“

suddenly, a hand covered her mouth, gentle and caring.

“gangle— if you’d give me chance to speak- look, i love you too. so stop doubting yourself. just.. this is a lot.. i never thought— nevermind. i love you, okay..? i don’t think i look ama- i love you. i’m just new to this, okay? i’ve never been someone’s.. partner. i’m inexperienced. do you really want this?”

gangle didn’t hesitate for even a moment, nodding her head rapidly. she was so entirely overjoyed. the thought of zooble loving her back almost too good to be true. there was no way, she just had to be dreaming. even so, she was going to let her enjoy every second, even if she was convinced it was just a figment of her imagination.

she found herself climbing into their arms, wrapping her ribbons around their body, letting her eyes flutter closed in pure bliss as they ran their thumb in circles on her ‘hand’. there was no need for words in this moment, the silence speaking on its own - saying that the two were perfectly comfortable with each other, and they were all they needed.

after a while of the silent bliss, gangle spoke up again.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

-

hope you enjoyed!!! sorry this isn’t a request - i was feeling self indulgent for valentine’s day!! sigh i’m lonely/j

reblogs appreciated!!

[delight-angelsbliss]

Hello, may I request S1-30 where Sonic see his crush excitedly showing papers, stickers and perfume for letters to their group of friends asking for their opinions in some combinations of it bc she is writing a very important letter, then some days pass she seems kinda down and never touch in the subject of the letter anymore just to Sonic found a crumpled love letter cleanly to him with no sender but with the same combination of paper, stickers and perfume that he and their friends chose to reader's letter? (Btw I've been liking your writing a lot 💕)

Prompt: writing a letter only to throw it away

Warnings: none to my knowledge crazy notes go brr

Notes: I'm back queens did u miss me HELP THIS IS SO CUTE also ty I've been trying hard 😋 ok so basically when I was writing this on a bench with some ppl but someone was harassing me coming way too close and breathing down my neck I was literally so creeped out brother euugh and someone was laughing screaming saying " she's getting harassed!" I also had therapy and I might go back to a mental hospital again. Chat btw is sonic a homeless man? Idrk so I'll just pretend they have apartments and stuff lol also the reset thing isn't absolutely gone but I'll manage

Ever since February started you've been raving about a particular letter you're making everyone knew about it and even tried to help you

What perfume? Moschino pink Boquet seemed fitting! Should I pick the blue or pink envelope? White with hearts may be cool

The one who helped you the most was definitely amy, I see her as a romance enthusiast and would definitely be there for anyone who struggles or something with romance

But someone was more intrigued than helpful, ofc it was Sonic! Making little jabs at you for trying, pushing to who it could be, teasing you for having a crush

It was ENDLESS!! He was so relentless with his teasing that it got annoying at some point. But could you blame him? From his point of view you were in love with someone else and that made him jealous

He felt heartbroken but let it go to keep you as happy as possible

It's like his heart was ripped out his chest and eaten but he paid no mind and instead tried his best to continue helping you with the letter for mystery person

But at the point where he made peace with you not being in love with him.. You've already stopped talking about it

It's like you've never even heard of it

Maybe it has been sent? He didn't know but it made him a bit worried

But one day while back at his place, he finds a neatly designed letter, the envelope was white and had small hand drawn hearts every where with a nice perfume scent

The letter had his name on it but no sender, but the cute packaging reminded him of a certain someone's letter

Was it really from you? No way. His heart lights up and so does his smile, if it was really from you he had to find out!! His crush left him a letter his life felt whole and complete

If it was really from you then Sonic knew he had to confront you about it

Not long after he starts racing to your place, but suddenly he goes back home

It's best to get some flowers, don't you think?

With everything in hand, flowers and the letter, his feet race to your apartment

In mere seconds Sonic reaches your place, his heart beats as fast as possible as his hand hovers against your door. The sun had its time and was now setting, the shade from the others building and the combination from the setting sun made it all feel so much more romantic

Sonic calms his breathing, returning to his normal state: cockiness

His hands finally give a strong knock

After you open the door, your gaze meets the letter that was oh so gently in his hand

"Be my valentine..?" Sonic holds out the flowers

Maybe leaving letters do work

[ruins-of-tragedy]

Thoughts on season one's episode four to seven of RWBY coming right up... Or down I guess.

Season 01 Episode 04: The First Step - Pt I

- I am so happy that I can sing along to some of the song now. One of them monsters has a yellow coloured tip on it's tail. Didn't notice that before.

- So, Ruby's symbol is a rose. Weiss has the snowflake in her corner. Both Blake and Yang have something akin to flames, but of different colours and shapes. Blake's thing looks more like a flame to be honest. Yang's is almost a heart Hmmm.

- The girl is a morning person. The guy isn't. Both of them are me somehow. These two also show up in the opening and ending together with Jaune and the red-kinda-like-fire-dressed lady.

- Also, the boy here has magenta eyes. And a hair stripe of the same colour. Nice.

- Nora and Ren. The former is crushing, ain't she? And do they have a major height difference? Maybe it was the angle of the shot.

- No social interactions anymore. Ruby just wants to ride into the sunset with her weapon. Mood... Is this the arc where we learn about the importance of teamwork and people alongside her?

- "I don't need people to help me grow up. I drink milk!" Yes. You tell them kid.

- Yang doesn't want to be on Ruby's team. Typical big sister energy. I have that urge too sometimes.

- Jaune finishing a "nice and quirky" girl's sentence? More likely than you think.

- So red-kinda-like-fire-dressed lady is Pyrrha. Strong and well-known. Can't decipher her origins yet. Seems Greek to me, for whatever reason... Is she supposed to be Hestia?! Moi's favourite goddess from the Greek pantheon.

- Weiss wants her in her own corner. And she is scheming already about a good life alongside her. LoLLL!

- Okay, why is this soliloquy from Weiss me as a kid thinking about getting a best friend for life? Nothing gay going on at all... Oh my Gods. She literally says, "Nothing could come between us now!" 😂👏🏻

- Jaune is jinx for Weiss it seems. Am pretty sure Pyrrha is actually fond of him. She is the only one so far who waved at him willingly. Or maybe she was just being polite.

- "Hot stuff." "Snow angel." WoW.

- Weiss really is smart. She realised what would get Jaune to recognise Pyrrha after only two attempts. Kudos!

- I liked the cereal box animation bit. Gave me a good giggle.

- Pyrrha is so nice. Jaune thinks he has more game than he actually does. Should read up on personal space though. Ooooooh! That spear throw from Pyrrha was badass!

- "Ladykiller." Yeah, the ladies want to kill themselves often when he comes around. Jokes! 😂

- Is Ozpin sick or something? Every time I see him well enough, he has a cup in his hand. Granted I have only seen him thrice, but during two of those times he was drinking from a cup and walking around merrily. The initiation speech was the only time I saw him actively using what looks to be a cane. He didn't seem very energetic then, as noted by Yang and Ruby. Too early to actually lock in on this though.

- Emerald forest. Cute.

- Ruby's worst nightmare is coming true. Jaune's attempt at a question was the tree in the jungle no one saw fall. And they will be graded on their journey through the woods and could die in the process... I want to be in this world.

- Jaune. My friend. It's kind-of a drop off. Look around. You missed Yang putting on her aviators moments before being catapulted. So cool.

- The Blake ending. Tune was nice. Very, expect something to come soon.

Season 01 Episode 05: The First Step - Pt II

- Rocking along to the opening song.

- Ruby smashed across a winged creature on her way down. Hope that birdie wasn't uncle Qrow. 😆

- The scythe landing technique was nice. Weiss has snowflake steps. Ren uses his gun very well. Yang is handblasting her gauntlets to fly through the sky. Pyrrha warrior princess-ed a path in. AND assisted Jaune. Gods, she is good... Yang seemed to be the only one having fun though. The aviators make a lot more sense now.

- How did Blake and Nora get in? Me wants to know!

- The mental juggling Ruby is doing as she runs... Funny and many people's everyday reality. Probably different circumstances though. I hope.

- The figures in her head are so unserious. Great for comedic value at least! Blake's "so mysterious, so calm" face is giving major 'Hey mamas' vibes.

- So Ruby's choices so far are her own sister. The incompetent nice guy. The anti-social bibliophile. And...

- Of course it's the mean girl Ruby ends up paired with... "The world needs the selfless and the selfish to keep spinning." 😭

- Oh my Gods. Is this Weiss' version of 'stuck between a rock and a hard place?'

- Ruby's celebratory hurrah on getting Weiss as a partner might not last long, but mine probably will. 😁

- Jaune should be asking for team spots on Pyrrha's side. But still, cute!

- When did Ruby become the roadrunner, Weiss would like to know.

- Grimm monster's here. Weiss is alone. Ooooooh. Things mayhaps be getting interesting.

- Yang's ending. Exciting music. Makes me want to do a montage planning a revolution.

Season 01 Episode 06: The Emerald Forest - Pt I

- RWBY opening. My beloved.

- The monster is not Yang's sister. The other monster is also not Ruby. And they both get hit by Yang.

- Complained so bad Yang is teasing them now.

- Ahhhh. Her hair is precious. One strand out, and not only does the perpetrator go down but some trees around them as well. Junior's fate is shrouded in more darkness now.

- Blake did the other monster a favour by saving it from Yang's wrath.

- Her ensuing smirk and Yang's answer... New partner alert! AGHHHHHHHHH! It's happening!!!!

- Weiss being so technical about her stance and stuff could mean she hasn't had much time training with actual monsters.

- Ruby and Weiss' teamwork so good, they only needed one hit to bring down an entire group of monsters AND some chunk of the jungle... without even meaning to do that. 😂

- Sending my prayers to the collateral damage the forest is withstanding. And the noise pollution it needs to tolerate, courtesy of Ruby and Weiss.

- Slicing down the tree in anger was such an alpha male move. I support a woman in male dominated fields. Go Ruby!

- That feather is huge. Is that from a monster?

- I am loving the reversal of gender roles between Jaune and Pyrrha. The damsel in distress man and the competent protector lady. Considering this came out in 2013, good on the folks behind the show for making this a thing. Chef's kiss!

- Ooooooh! Exposition... "It bears our burdens and shields our hearts." I guess I don't have no soul. My aura would be working overtime otherwise.

- Ren vs a big snek. Aura Person vs Creature of Grimm. Manifestation of soul vs Manifestation of anonymity. Light vs Darkness.

- It's interesting how just as Pyrrha talks about understanding light and darkness, 'cause everyone has some of both, a white snek comes along. Also a Grimm creature, from the looks of it. Hmmm.

- Essentially, bare your soul. Project yourself. Turn your aura into a forcefield... Man, they really are coming for the arses of emotionally unavailable people.

- Hope Ren's okie... WHOA. This guy pulled out some serious ancient art moves with his magenta-pink(?) aura. Blasted a snek's head off. NOICE!!!

- The fact that Jaune didn't immediately assume Pyrrha was going to kiss him is good character development! 😂 Jokes aside though, Pyrrha used her own aura to unlock Jaune's? She is such a good person...

- White aura Jaune. Red aura Pyrrha.

- "You have a lot of it." Am sure Jaune's mum probably wondered why he had so much energy at least a few times. 😆

- A wild sloth appears. Ren doubts her choice of animal noise. The sloth uses the 'boop' maneuver to counteract this claim.

- The Jaune and Pyrrha ending. The music is almost EDM like here.

Season 01 Episode 07: The Emerald Forest - Pt II

- Yes, am ready for a revolution!

- Pairs have been formed and Madam Glynda has thoughts... I have none 'cause she so pretty.

- Nora Valkyrie and Lie Ren. Norse myths and I think Chinese background... Nora's inspiration is apparent. Can't figure out Ren's... They do have such cool names though. NOICE!

- Of course Jaune is a good student. And Ozpin is really invested in Ruby. Hmmm.

- Weiss' sky high pride meet Ruby's rising irritation... Ooooof. That spat was unnecessary. Don't be so rude Weiss. You really don't know Ruby.

- Blake and Yang are the first ones to make it?! Dream team!!! Go sapphics, go!!!

- The temple's a chessboard. Huh.

- Jaune and Pyrrha enter a cave (Why does this sound like an opening for a joke?)... Jaune's only contribution has been extinguished 'cause he clumsy. Warmth in places dark... Good sign?

- Yang and Blake decide on taking a pony. Equestrian folks would appreciate it.

- The chesspieces have yellow and black toppers. Huh.

- Jaune confused the yellow-tip of a monster for the relic. Classic. His girlish screams are doing something to Blake. Is this PTSD?

- The cave has a drawing of a scorpion being forced in. Oh Gods. I think there was similar art when Pyrrha and Jaune were entering initially. Either this is actually funny or I am too tired.

- Jaune goes flying out, Ruby comes flying in. Wonder what happened there.

- The Ren and Nora ending. Sounds a little like a spy theme. Huh. I didn't realise they showed symbols in the end credits as well. Ren's is like a leaf. Or is it a flower. And Nora's reminds me of a hammer. But with a needle on both ends of the part with which you hit. Hmmm.

(You spoil me, I spoil your life.

Them's the rules. So don't do it. Farewell!)

[darthannie]

assess and discuss

part three of thesis statement

(part II here)

Pairing: professor!Jim x f!reader

Word count: 2,860

Warnings: 18+ please for the love of god, age gap (reader is 24, Jim is 43), fluffy, kissing, mentions of submission

a/n: Happy Valentine's Day! Here's my gift to you. Sorry updates have been slow. I'm really trying! There's not really any smut in this one. It's all plot and fluff baby! I hope you enjoy.

It’s been a week since your’ve seen him and a week since you’ve spoken to him. You’ve been counting the days on your calendar as they went by. 

You skipped out on class yesterday, deciding you couldn’t face him just yet. But, there was no way of avoiding him today. That was one of the benefits of taking both of his seminars this term. Usually seeing him twice a week made getting up in the morning worth it. Now, it felt like a death sentence. 

He’s texted you since you last saw him. He asked how you were and if you’d thought about what he said to you. Then it was radio silence. In all honesty, you had thought about it and you wanted to take him up on it. Setting boundaries was important, you thought and that could only happen if you sat down and laid it all out. You felt you had to tell him in person. So here you were, on campus on a Friday morning, coffee in hand and ready to mention having that conversation. Having that conversation in the classroom was a bit uncooth, so you thought it better to ease into it. You didn’t want anyone suspecting anything. Not admin, not your classmates, not even Nadia but you knew that wasn’t an option. She was the first person to know what was going on. You told each other everything. 

You walked into an empty classroom and took your usual seat. After a few minutes you were finally all set up and were browsing on your laptop. Nadia arrived a couple minutes into you scrolling on Etsy. 

“Hey! I thought you fell off the face of the earth I haven’t heard from you.”

“Hey, Nadia. Sorry, I’ve just been kinda preoccupied.” In reality you had been isolating. The time you spent with Jim left you with a large weight on your conscience. Not only did you have your heavy course load to keep in mind, you had this force looming over you. Him. You had no idea what to make of it. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She was always genuine when she said things like this. She missed you and hated when you pulled away but she knew it was better to give you space. 

“God, yes, I need to talk about it.”

“Spill.” 

In a hushed voice you began. “We saw each other and we...”

“You and Jim?” Yiou nodded at her words. The excitement on her face was easy to place. She was thrilled for you. 

“No fuckin’ way.”

“Yes fuckin’ way.” 

“Is that why he cancelled class?”

“Yep.” 

“YOU’RE KIDDING.” Nadia’s eyebrows rose and she leaned forward as the door behind her opened up. Jim walked in wearing a white oxford shirt tucked into tailored pants. He looked rather put together, and you couldn’t help but swallow nernously. Your attraction to him was undeniable. 

Nadia turned to see who walked in and faced you again, covering her mouth, and noting that she was a bit too loud. 

“Oops,” she said. 

“Nadia…,” I replied, less of a warning and more of a suggestion to keep it cool.

“Good morning, ladies.” Jim nonchallantly addressed you and Nadia as he settled in. 

“Hi, Jim,” Nadia chirped, “Was everything alright last week?” She asked it innocently enough, but you knew she was trying to rustle your feathers. 

“Oh, yeah, just a family emergency.”

“Oh no, is everything alright?” Nadia elbowed your arm and smirked. You hit her arm and he turned around to face the two of you. 

“Yes, everything’s alright now. Just had to help my sister with her kids.”

“Right, well I’m glad to hear it’s everything is alright.” Nadia smiled at him politely. 

He smiled back and then turned his attention to you. He said, “And, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you.” Your skin felt hot. He looked nervous.

“Listen, I was reading over the piece you sent me and I have some suggestions. I think with a bit of work we, you, could submit for publication.” You had forgotten that you had even sent him your work. He reminded you to before you left his home and now you were glad that he did. 

“Really?”

He nodded. “See me after, we’ll go though it quickly.”

“Well, alright.” You sank into your seat and looked at Nadia. She gave you a knowing look as more stidents started to file in.

What followed was an hour and fourty-five minutes of avoidance. You participated as usual but there was no usual back and fort between the two of you. The bare minimum was what you wanted to give and it was what you achieved. 

Class ended and a couple peers stayed after to discuss their notes with Jim. You and Nadia milled about talking about going out later that night. You got distracted and watched as Jim talked to his students about their work. His passion for teaching was so apparent, it made you feel almost proud watching him. You smiled to yourself and turned your attention to Nadia again, agreeing to a time to meet for pres at a local bar before going dancing.

She left and the student who was talking to Jim left right behind her. Jim walked over to the door and looked through the window. There was no one in the hall. You were stood away from the door and as you began to speak about the essay you sent when you felt his hands grab your face and pull you towards him. He laned a small kiss before you pushed him away slightly. 

“Cameras,” you whisper shouted.

“Old building. There are none in this room.” 

You stared at him, sedated by his kiss. When his words registered it was your turn to pull him in, wrapping an arm around his neck and kissing him hard. He walked you backward until your back hit the wall. Jim’s hardening cock pressed against you. He pulled away and clearned this throat, realising he needed to calm down.

“You, um, wanted to talk to me about my work?” The eye contact you held was sharp, intimate. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I did,” he stepped back and walked towards his things, grabbing a manila folder and handing it to you. My annotations and comments are all in there. All five essays. They’re good. Really damn good.”

“Thank you. I’m excited to look over them.”

“I look forward to reading the next drafts.” 

You stared at each other for a moment before you both developed smiles. You were almost to the point of giggiling. This was fun. It had never occured to you that what you two were doing could be fun. Genuine fun. A small laugh escaped your lips and you looked towards the ground. 

“Jim, we need to talk about this.” You looked back up at him, hopeful that he would be receptive. 

“Come over tonight. We’ll be able to talk all about it.” Jim chuckled and got close to you lifted your chin so your eyes met his. 

“I’m seeing Nadia tonight. We’re going out.”

“See me before you go out then. We’ll have a good time.”

“Doing what?” You tried to bait him by getting close to his face, your lips almost meeting his.

“Just talking.”

“Right. Just talking.” You rolled your eyes and he moved his hand to caress your neck. 

“I’m serious. We’re just talking,” his thumb smoothed over your cheek as he continued, “I’m not going any further until we decide on what exactly this is and how we’re going to go about it. Is that okay?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you replied, “Yes.”

Then, rather nonchalantly, he replied, “Good girl.” He pecked you on the lips and pulled away from you, turning to grab his things. 

“I have office hours now, so I’ve got to run, but I’ll see you later.” He gave you a smile and walked towards the door. He paused right as his hand reached the handle and turned back to you, rushing over and kissing you again. 

“Bye,” he whispered against your lips.

You kissed him again and let out a laugh, “I’ll text you.”

He kissed you once more and replied, “Good.” He turned again and, this time, allowed himself to exit the room. 

Later that night, you knocked on his door wearing a black halter top and short skirt. Around your waist was a thin silver chain belt that laid perfectly over the dark red skirt. You and Nadia had decided to go to a local club for “Latin Night”, which meant Ireland’s finest (you and Nadia included) would be drunkenly attempting to keep up with Bad Bunny’s cadance. After a couple drinks your words weren’t as coordinated as your hips. Nadia left the club with an old flame, but made sure you safely got into a car you called. Now, here you were, sobering up in front of Jim’s door. Hoping he opened it soon because you didn’t feel like waiting on the club’s bathroom line. 

The door opened and he was still wearing the clothes you saw him in earlier. “Are you drunk?” He cocked his head to the side. 

“I’m halfway to sober. Can I use the bathroom?” You held in a giggle, you didn’t know why you wanted to laugh. Perhaps part of it was the fact you imagined kissing him, but the idea of him tasting the liquor on you made you stop. 

He moved out of the way and you practivally ran by him and towards the bathroom.

“Do you have mouthwash?”, you shouted as you jogged to the bathroom and closed the door. 

“Yes, I do. In the cabinet. Why do you need mouthwash?”

“Don’t worry about it.” 

After a couple minutes of making yourself presentable again, you exited the bathroom and made your way towards Jim. 

“So, how was your night out w-“ You cut him off with a hard kiss, lacing your fingers into his hair.

He pulled away after kissing you back, “Is that why you wanted the mouthwash?” You nodded and hummed “mhm” before trying to kiss him again. He pulled back. “You’re drunk.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Well, you’re not sober.” He walked into the kitchen and poured you a glass of water. “Drink.” He placed it down on the counter in front of you. You looked between him and the glass. He pushed the glass towards you. “I said, drink.”

You smirked and grabbed the glass, chugging half of it. “Happy?” 

He leaned with both his hands bracing on the counter. “We’re not having the conversation we need to have until the morning. I need you one hundred percent sober.”

“Fine.” 

“Finish your water.” 

“Jim, I’m okay, seriously.”

He walked around the bar in the kitchen and grabbed the glass on his way towards you. He held the glass against your lips. 

“Drink.”, he whispered. You placed your hand on top of his and tilted the glass. You drank every last drop. 

“Good girl. Now come, you can’t be comfortable in that dress and those shoes.” He went to the dresser in his bedroom and dug around for some pajama pants and a t-shirt for you to wear. You followed him and leaned against the door frame. 

“Do you like taking care of me?” You tilted your head, challenging him.

A blush started to grow on his cheeks. He placed the clothes on the bed near you and stood back. You put your bag down on the floor, kicked off your shoes, and started the take off your shirt. “You don’t want to do that in the bathroom?” He couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” You finished taking of your shirt and you reached over to grab the t-shirt he picked out for you. It was a Fleetwood Mac tee. You pulled it over your head and removed your skirt before grabbing the black lounge pants he gave you. He watched your every move, studying how steady your movements were and how you lost your balance slightly while putting the pants on. 

“You’re staying over, if that wasn’t clear already.” 

“How chivelrous.” 

“I’m serious. Do you need anything else before getting into bed?”

“I want to wash my face.” You started walking towards the bathroom. “Do you have any face wash?”

“In the shower, love.”

“God, of course you fucking do.”

As much as he wished he could have that conversation with you, he loved seeing this side of you. He found you curt and pointed in the best way possible. Upon your arrival back to the bedroom you found him fixing up the bed, more specifically your side of the bed. He had set a bottle of water and pain killers on the bedside table. For when you wake up, he said. 

You hadn’t expected him to take this much care of you. You think he found pleasure in it, and yet he ignored your question about it when you asked. You got into bed without a word and he followed on the other side. 

“Thanks for setting up my emergency morning kit.”

“You’re welcome,” he chuckled, “I don’t want you to suffer in the morning.”

“Well, you know, I don’t get hangovers. I think it’s impossible for me.”

“Oh, that cannot be true.” He turned on his side to face you. 

You stayed on your back, looking up at the ceiling, “No, it’s true, I never do. I guess I never drink enough to get hungover. And I have people forcing me to drink water constantly. Not just you, Nadia too.”

He hummed in understanding. Silence covered you both, only your staggered breath could be heard as you gave into rigid stillness. The reality of what was happening was starting to set in. You were fucking your professor and now he was taking care of you after a night out. “What the fuck am I doing?”, you thought. The moral implications of what was happening seemed more real now that you felt him reach for your hand. He squeezed it to try and get your attention. It was only now you realize that he had been saying your name repeatedly, trying to get your attention. It startled you and you pulled your hand away. 

“What?”, you sounded scared when you asked. 

“Tell me what’s running through your head.” He sat up now, trying to add a bit of urgency to his soft command.

Your mouth opened and no words came out. You shut it.

“I need to hear what’s going through your head.” He took a chance and reached out to caress your cheek. You leaned into his hand.

“I just,” you started, “I feel weird. Like I’m dirty and doing something wrong. I’ve never been with someone older than me and I’ve never been cared for or told what to do. It’s all new to me. Too new. But, the issue is that I love it. I want it more than anything.”

“Come here,” he gestured to his lap, “and don’t worry, no funny business. Just come here.”

You stratled him and met him face to face. He held your face in his hands. “Look at me,” you tried your hardest not to, “Hey, hey, look at me. I need your eyes on me.” You squeezed your eyes shut before opening them and being drawn in by his. 

“I will never force you to do anything you don’t want to do, and if you feel uncomforable with me in the bed tonight just say the word and I’ll sleep on the couch. I… I understand your apprehension. But give us- this a chance.”

You took in his words before nodding slowly, “Okay.” 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I want this. Really, really bad.” You started to move your hips and his hands left your face, and firmly stopped your hips.

“Not now, this isn’t what this is about.”

You looked down at your arms, now crossed over your body, feeling slightly repremanded. If he didn’t want sex from you all the time, then what did he want?

He pressed his forehead to yours and whispered only for you to hear even though not another soul ever would, “I want you to submit to me willingly. Not because you feel that you have to.”

You felt your eyes water and a single tear fell. You pulled back and quickly wiped it away. 

“Sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Don’t apologize. I get it. It’s a lot.”

“It feels like more than hooking up with my professor now.”

“Good. It should.”

You pressed a soft kiss against his lips, “Can we cuddle?”

“Of course, love.” 

You got off of his lap and he reached to turn off the only lamp on in his room, the one on his bedside. He laid down and opened his arms for you. You fit perfectly against him. You laid a hand on his chest and got comfortable in the crook of his neck. He held as if you would run away. 

“Thank you, Jim.”

“For?”, he stroked your arm before wrapping his hand around it. 

“For caring.”

[charliedawn]

HUNT THE FREAK

Eddie Munson x Teacher!Reader

Part 4

You were grading papers at the bench you had first met Eddie when you felt someone watching you. Glancing up, you found Eddie sitting there in front of you, an easy smirk on his lips and—was that your sandwich ?!

You blinked. “Are you seriously eating my lunch right now, Mister Munson ?”

Eddie took a huge bite, groaning dramatically. “Mmm, man. This ? This is art. You sure you’re in the right profession ? ‘Cause I think you might’ve missed your true calling.”

You stared at him. He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows. Finally, you sighed, shaking your head. “If you wanted a sandwich, you could’ve just asked. I would have made two.”

You then looked back down at the papers you were grading and shook your head.

“Oh, I know,” he said through another bite. “But where’s the fun in that ?”

You exhaled, putting down your pen. “Eddie. Why are you really here ?”

He chewed thoughtfully, then swallowed. “Well, I figured since you haven’t ratted me out yet about the drug stuff, you’re either the coolest teacher I’ve ever met or you’re really bad at your job.”

You gave him a deadpan look. He held up his hands and chuckled.

“Kidding ! Kidding. You’re great. Phenomenal, even.”

You arched an eyebrow. “And ?”

He hesitated, tapping his fingers against the table. Then, with an uncharacteristically sheepish look, he muttered, “I might need help with, uh…English, and Philosophy, and Maths…and actually—everything ?”

Your eyebrows shot up. “Mister Munson. Are you asking me for tutoring ?”

Eddie groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Don’t make it a whole thing, teach. You don’t have to. Just wanted to shoot my shot…just in case.”

You stared at him for a moment before a slow smile crept onto your face. “Alright, Eddie,” you said, leaning back. “I’ll help you.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Wait—really ?”

You nodded. "Yes. How about we start tonight after school ? I will help you with English, Philosophy and History. However, we will need other people to tutor you in scientific subjects and sports."

He raised an eyebrow and a smile extended across his face. "Tonight ? Damn, you really want to get started immediately, huh ? I thought we’d start all that next week or something. And uh…I dunno of any smarty-pants my age who’d wanna help with the nerdy subjects. Definitely no one I know who’s good at sports, though."

You started thinking about it. "…We need someone who is notoriously good at sports. Do you know anyone who might want to help you ? I mean…I would ask Jason, but I am not sure you two are on very good terms."

The mention of Jason immediately made Eddie scoff and roll his eyes. "Yeah, me and the king of Hawkins High ain’t exactly best buddies, so I’d rather not ask him. He’d probably tell me to piss off."

He thought about it for a few seconds, trying to think of someone who could help with sports before he seemed to find a name. "…Maybe Lucas Sinclair ? I’ve seen him play basketball, he’s pretty good—"

You smiled. "Great. And I guess I might ask Mrs. Kelly Schmidt for the scientific subjects. She is retired, but as she is my aunt—I might ask her for her help."

He nodded once, taking note of the names. "Lucas Sinclair, Mrs. Kelly Schmidt. They sound like a good choice. But…I gotta warn you. I’ve probably missed so much stuff that it’s gonna be like starting from scratch. Can’t promise you I’ll learn everythin’ as quickly as you hope. I’m gonna be pretty slow…if you could even call it learning. I doubt I’ll even be able to learn anything at all."

You took his hand. "Mister Munson. You will succeed. I promise."

He had to fight back the urge to smile as you grabbed his hand. The moment felt…weird, but also nice. He’d honestly never had anyone support him so much like you did. He wasn’t used to it, but he kinda…liked it. He nodded at your words, trying to keep his cool. "I sure hope so, teach. I don’t wanna disappoint you."

You smiled. "You won’t."

He wasn’t completely convinced, but your words somewhat reassured him. He wasn’t used to having anyone have such blind optimism towards him. But for some reason, he believed that you’d be right, that he’d actually succeed.

He nodded. "…Alright, I’ll trust you. So…English, Maths and Sports. Those are my worst subjects, anyway."

You nodded and smiled. "So…see you tonight at the library at 5:30 pm, Mister Munson ?"

He smiled back and nodded. “Sure. Library, 5:30. I’ll be there. See ya later, teach.”

You nodded back. "Well, run along now."

“Yeah, yeah, I’m goin’.” He stood up and grabbed his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. He put down the sandwich to leave, but couldn’t help but turn back around to look at you one last time.

“Hey, teach…”

You looked at him. "Yes, Mister Munson ?"

He hesitated before saying. “I just…wanna say thanks. Y’know, for putting so much effort into all this. Never had a teacher so invested in me and my education like you are. It, uh…it means a lot.”

Your eyes widened slightly before you nodded. "Thank you for your kind words, Mister Munson. I will see you tonight."

He nodded once, a small smile on his face. “Yeah. See you then, teach.”

With that, he finally headed out of the class, disappearing into the hallway. Your eyes followed him until he was out of sight before your smile faltered slightly. You sighed before getting rubbing your eyelids. And just like that, your life at Hawkins High got a whole lot more interesting.

…

That night, at exactly 5:30 PM, you sat at a table in the Hawkins High library, a neat stack of books in front of you. You glanced at the clock, half-expecting Eddie to be late—or not show up at all. But, to your surprise, at 5:29 PM, the library doors swung open, and in strolled Eddie Munson, looking a little out of place but determined.

He dropped his bag onto the chair opposite you, flopping into it dramatically. "Alright, teach. Hit me with your best shot. Let’s see if this brain of mine can actually hold onto something that isn’t song lyrics or D&D rules."

You smiled, handing him a notebook. "Let’s see where you’re at, and then we’ll go from there."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his head. "Alright, but if I start crying, you better pretend not to notice."

You chuckled, shaking your head. "No promises, Munson. Now, let’s get started."

And with that, the tutoring sessions began.

“Now, is there anything in particular you’d like to start with ?”

He shrugged. “Not really. I’m failing everything, so it doesn’t matter where we start. It’s all the same.”

There was a flicker of disappointment in your eyes, but you quickly pushed it aside, offering him a reassuring smile.

“That’s perfectly fine. How about we start with English ? You read Of Mice and Men. What did you think ?”

Eddie slumped slightly, considering the question.

“It was…good,” he admitted. “A lot of the fancy writing stuff went over my head, but I liked the story. It was real sad, though—all that stuff with Lennie and…” He trailed off, jaw tightening. “Didn’t like the ending.”

You nodded, leaning forward. “That’s fair. What about it didn’t sit right with you ?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“It just felt hopeless. I know that’s the point, but I hated how it all ended like that. What’s the point of fighting for something if it’s just gonna blow up in your face ?”

You studied him for a moment. “So, you think George and Lennie deserved a happy ending ?”

“Yeah,” Eddie said without hesitation. “They went through all that crap together. They were the only ones who really had each other, y’know ? They deserved better. They didn’t deserve to end like everyone else.”

You caught onto something in his voice—something bitter, something personal. You smiled and tilted your head quizzically at him.

“...Like everyone else ?” you asked gently.

A dry scoff left his lips. “Yeah. ‘Cause let’s be real—how often does anyone actually get a happy ending ? People either fail, get left behind, or end up alone. It’s all just—” He gestured vaguely. “Empty.”

You hadn’t expected the conversation to take such a dark turn, but you could work with that. You knew that Eddie had been raised by his uncle and that it made him lonely to some extent. He thought happy endings didn’t exist—and who could blame him ?

“I don’t think it was about the end,” you said carefully. “I think it was about the dream itself. About hope.”

Eddie frowned. “Hope ?”

He eyed you skeptically, arms tightening over his chest.

“How does hope matter if everything just ends in failure and disappointment ?”

You shook your head.

“Not all dreams end badly,” you said softly. “George’s stories gave Lennie something to hold onto. Something to believe in. And even in the end, George made sure Lennie died thinking about that dream—about their little house, the rabbits, a future where he belonged.”

Eddie’s expression flickered, just for a second, before he masked it again.

“I guess…” he muttered. “Still sucks, though. Would’ve been better if they actually got their happy ending.”

You smiled, though there was sadness in it.

“But would it have felt real ?” you asked. “Steinbeck wrote about people fighting for something, even when the odds were against them. That’s why it resonates with so many people. Because even if their dream didn’t come true, Lennie believed in it until the very end. And that belief made him happy.”

Eddie was quiet for a long moment. Then, finally, he huffed a small, reluctant laugh.

“You make it sound way deeper than I did.”

You grinned. “That’s what I’m here for.”

Eddie sat in silence for a moment, mulling it over. A part of him still felt like the whole thing was cruel—like the writer had dangled hope in front of people just to rip it away at the last second. But at the same time…he got what you were saying. And, if he was being honest, you had a point. Lenny died happy. George was sad to have to kill him but…Lenny died happy."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before nodding.

“Yeah…yeah, you’re right, teach. It’s just—” He exhaled sharply. “It’s just sad, y’know ?”

You nodded, your voice soft.

“It is. It’s heartbreaking. But think about it—two men, poor, unemployed, one with a disability, fighting on until the very end because of that dream. That little ranch, the rabbits, that life they believed they could have.” You smiled, though there was sorrow in it. “That’s beautiful.”

Eddie considered that. And, yeah…he couldn’t deny it. George and Lennie had held onto hope for as long as they could, even when the world gave them every reason to let go.

He hesitated, debating whether to say what was on his mind.

“…Miss G ?”

You raised an eyebrow at the nickname but played along. He had already called you that before and you didn’t want to correct him. He seemed to have grown attached to the nickname.

“Yes, Mister Munson ?”

He took a deep breath, suddenly unsure if he even wanted to ask. But the words were already forming, and something about talking to you—someone who actually listened—made him feel like maybe he should.

“Be honest with me, teach…Do you think people can actually make their dreams come true ? Their hopes, their wishes…?” His voice trailed off, eyes dropping to the table. “That it’s not just…y’know…”

You rested your chin on your palm, offering him a small, knowing smile.

“Well…I think it depends. On the person. And the dream.” Your gaze softened. “You do have a dream, don’t you Mister Munson ?”

He nodded, slow and hesitant. It felt strange to even admit it out loud—only his uncle really knew. He never talked about it with anyone else, never gave them the chance to shoot it down. But for some reason, right now…he wanted you to know. He had given you his essay, but maybe talking about it would help.

He swallowed hard, fingers tapping restlessly against the table.

“It—it’s kinda stupid,” he muttered. “Not like it’ll ever actually happen, but…” He took a breath, steeling himself. “I wanna make it big. Be a star. Play to sold-out crowds, have people actually pay to see me. And my band—Corroded Coffin.”

The words hung in the air between you. You listen attentively. And for once, Eddie Munson wasn’t sure if he wanted to hear someone else’s opinion—or if he was terrified of it.

You sat in silence for a moment, studying him.

“Do you want my honest opinion, Eddie ?”

His stomach twisted slightly as he nodded, bracing himself. He fully expected you to laugh, to tell him it was a foolish dream, that guys like him didn’t make it out of places like Hawkins. But then you smiled.

“I believe you’ll make it. I believe you’ll graduate. I believe you’ll leave Hawkins. And I believe I’ll be holding the very first ticket to Corroded Coffin’s first real concert.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Of all the responses he’d imagined, that one hadn’t even crossed his mind. He stared at you, wide-eyed, struggling to process what you’d just said. For a few seconds, he was completely speechless.

Then, finally, he managed to snap out of it.

“You—wait, what ? Are you serious, teach ?”

You chuckled.

“Did I stutter, Mister Munson ?”

He let out a breathy laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, his grin turning sheepish.

“Uh…no, guess you didn’t. But do you really think I can make it ? Really ? With Corroded Coffin?”

Your smile softened.

“Well, I don’t know much about metal—or Corroded Coffin, for that matters—but yes, Eddie. I believe in you. And I believe that, given time, you’re capable of great things.”

Eddie was stunned for a moment before a wide grin crept onto his face. A warm sense of pride swelled in his chest. Someone believing in him—truly, wholeheartedly believing—almost too good to be true. He suddenly wanted to give you a high-five, maybe even a hug, just for saying that. It had been a long, long time since he’d felt this way.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he absentmindedly toyed with one of his rings.

“Damn, teach…if you keep saying stuff like that, I’m gonna start thinking you’re in love with me or somethin’…”

Your amused expression immediately flattened into something unimpressed.

“Mister Munson. Please. Do not be ridiculous. Now, let’s focus back on Of Mice and Men before I start getting gray hair from this.”

Eddie let out another chuckle, nodding.

“Relax, teach, relax…I’m only kiddin’. But yeah, yeah, Of Mice and Men, right…”

He glanced down at his open book, pretending to study it for a few moments before snickering to himself.

“But y’know…I just know you’d look real good with gray hair. I can see it now—” A slow smirk spread across his face as he imagined it: you, years from now, shaking your head at him, strands of gray streaking through your hair, all because of the stress of helping him graduate.

You rolled your eyes and cleared your throat.

“Mister Munson. Book.”

His grin widened at your reaction, but he nodded, flipping through the pages.

“Right, right, book. Got it…”

You shook your head with a small smile before resuming the lesson. You then went over some key elements for the tests and you explained to him some key moments in history—trying to make him remember the dates and the places. He took notes and smiled. It wasn’t bad. Once it was over, you stood up, gathering your things.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Mister Munson. Try to rest. And maybe—maybe—attend all your classes ?”

Eddie stood as well, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

“Yeah, yeah, fine. No promises, though—there’s only so much chemistry a human brain can take in one day, y’know ?”

As he gathered his stuff, he glanced at the door, then back at you. That familiar, mischievous grin returned.

“Hey, teach ?”

You turned as you walked toward the library doors.

“Yes, Mister Munson ?”

He trailed behind, slinging his bag over his shoulder. As you both stepped into the hallway, he leaned down slightly, voice lowering to a playful murmur near your ear.

“Can I ask ya somethin’ real quick ? Just a lil’ thing I wanna know.”

You arched an eyebrow at him and smiled.

“You are full of questions, aren’t you ? Too bad they’re rarely about the curriculum.”

He chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, c’mon, teach…not every question has to be about school.” That signature smirk of his grew as he tilted his head, eyeing you with that teasing glint in his gaze. “This one’s not, by the way. Just one quick question. Pretty please ?”

You sighed, already sensing trouble, but humored him anyway as you both walked down the empty corridor toward the exit.

“One.”

A triumphant grin spread across Eddie’s face as he stepped just a little closer, clearly enjoying this little game.

“Alright then…This one’s real easy. Just a fun little question…”

He paused when you reached the entrance, leaning casually against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes locked onto yours with unmistakable amusement.

“Do you…have a boyfriend, by any chance ? A husband ? Or a girlfriend ? I am not judging if you do. Just…wondering.”

You stopped dead in your tracks, arching an eyebrow as you looked at him. You blinked. That was definitely unexpected. He seemed to sense your discomfort and quickly added.

“Not to be weird or anything but…I was just wondering if you didn’t have a family to take care of ? Wouldn’t want you to miss on fun family bonding time because you’re tutoring lil’ old me, you know ?”

Your eyes narrowed suspiciously at him.

"Now…why would you be asking that ? Why do you care, Mister Munson ?"

Eddie shrugged, still leaning lazily against the wall, tilting his head slightly.

“Just…curious.”

With that, he pushed himself off the wall and stepped closer. That ever-present smirk tugged at his lips, his gaze locked onto yours. His hands remained tucked into the pockets of his jacket, but the way he stood—just a little too close for a casual student-teacher conversation.

You let out a hum and placed a hand on his chest, gently pushing him back.

"…Sorry, Mister Munson. But I am not interested in answering that question. It is of an intimate nature. Ask another one—or remain silent."

He let out a small scoff at the push but didn’t resist, allowing himself to be moved back slightly. He shrugged, though the smirk never left his face.

“Come on, Miss G…”

He stayed quiet for a beat, still standing a little too close, before humming under his breath.

“Fine, fine…one other question, then.”

Then, without warning, he took another step forward, closing the distance between you once more. His eyes darkened slightly, that cocky grin growing as he leaned down, just enough to angle himself over you.

“Do you…have any interest in dating someone younger than you, by any chance ?”

You stared at him for a long moment, unimpressed. No shame whatsoever.

"Mister Munson. That is another inappropriate question. Now, I believe it is time for us to go our separate ways. See you tomorrow, in class." And with that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the school.

Eddie sighed, rocking back on his heels as he watched you go. He supposed he’d have to settle for the small bit of fun he’d managed to squeeze out of the moment. But just before you disappeared from view, he cupped his hands around his mouth and called after you, his voice filled with unhidden amusement.

“Alright, teach ! See ya tomorrow—and sweet dreams !”

You simply raised a hand in a wordless wave, never looking back as you got into your car.

He watched as you drove off, his smirk lingering. A small part of him was annoyed that you hadn’t given him a straight answer. But a bigger part of him ? Yeah. He definitely liked messing with you. Besides, it was just mindless teasing. He knew he had no chance whatsoever. He was just curious. Maybe he’d just have to try again another time to have an answer. Chuckling to himself, Eddie shoved his hands back into his pockets and started walking away.

[anonymousreader4d7]

Happy FFWF! Lets play a find the word game: Valentine's Day Edition! Find any of these words in your WIP, and post the part where they appear: pink / red / heart / valentine / chocolate / ribbon / love / friend / partner / boyfriend / girlfriend / husband / wife / couple / date / kiss / card / candy / dinner / flirt / snuggle / soulmate / together / always / arrow / candle / rose / beautiful / handsome / hug

Oooo, this is cool, okay!

So, gonna go with my Imp&Skizz main fic, "We Are One And The Same (You Take All Of The Pain Away)", first and see what we get there - also, because this fic has multiple POVs, the POV of snippets is HIGHLY likely to change... (If you want to know whose POVs for each one, feel free to ask!):

Red: The world shifts from a more normal appearance to instead resemble the Deep Void, a stretching darkness speckled with the occasional soft, distant light, and gleaming, glowing Code takes the place of the world and its inhabitants. Beside him, Grian's Code spools out in whirling shades of sparkling red and glowing purple. On his other side is Keralis - a Code so Void Black it takes on an almost black-hole-esque glow, lit vaguely at the edges and completely absent in the center. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Tango's sparking red-gold Code, shifting in a way reminiscent of fire, beside him is Zedaph’s curling, swirling shades of creamy-violet, and a little further behind Grian is the brightly radiating green of a minor deity, of one Joel Smallishbeans.

Heart: And suddenly it's like a switch has flipped in his mind. This is his Bondmate, his Partner, his One-Whose-Heart-Beats-With-Mine and his Soul-And-Code-Bound.

and a second Heart cause they're short: It would've been the Code equivalent of trying to walk around with a hole in his chest - like a hole in his lung or perhaps even his heart…

Love: Skizz projects all the warmth and fondness, all the love and assurance he can, because Impulse’s voice, even across the Bond, is weak and shaky, uncertain and unsteady. Absently, he notes himself letting out a low and warm chime.

Friend(s): There was a sudden… weight in the air, and a chill down her spine. Feelings she usually buried down drifted closer to the surface than normal - things urging her to trick her friends or use her magic for something other than simply changing her own hybrid features.

Partner: If he can get close enough, he might be able to get through to his Bondmate’s instincts, get them to see him as the Partner he is, rather than a threat. But the only way to do that is to engage him, and the only way to safely do that is to shift into his own trueform.

Together: They're not aware of a lot, and what little They are is pretty much just each other. They've melted together into a warm puddle of dim awareness and not-quite singular consciousness. They know They're They, that They're Two-As-One, but… well, They're about as One as They can get while still being Two, They know.

Always: It's… shocking to watch, the power behind each of them clear. Oh, they all knew Impulse and Skizz were old - they joke and call them “Dads” - and that because of that they're powerful, but they've never seen it in action like this before, so it's always been… easy to forget and hard to comprehend. Because, it's not like either of them is stellar at PVP or parkour or anything. Sure, they're not bad, but they're not the best either.

Beautiful: Gem watches as Skizz - now in his own trueform, a beautiful contrast to Impulse, with multiple pairs of feathered wings, a pair of wheels with eyes on them circling his head underneath his halo, two pairs of arms, and a long tail with its own pair of wings on the end lashing back and forth like a cat’s, with his body decorated in jingling, chiming chains - lunges to meet Impulse's own pounce.

And, for a bonus because while Snuggle and Hug didn't turn up in those terms, I've kinda got a scene that fits the vibes... And can also double for Soulmate with Bondmate...:

They rest there quietly for a while, his own purring the only sound registering to his instinct-ravaged (and pained, hurting) mind. Eventually, an urge overcomes him that he can ignore no longer, slowly wiggling a hand free to begin carefully dragging his claws through gold-tipped white feathers. His Partner freezes for a moment, before relaxing over him like he's melted, and a resonating chime seems to echo from him, a sound that pings all sorts of instincts he didn't even know he had. He continues petting through the feathers - preening, that quiet part of his mind whispers again, it's called preening - and drawing those resonant chiming noises from his Bondmate.

I think I'm gonna stick with this, but these were a LOT of fun to look for!!! Thanks so much for the ask!!!

[lilitu-the-wrathian]

Who's the most interesting person to talk to? Or the most interesting people to you?

- 🎧🎤

I HAVE MANY.

Lilac - The first friend since coming to the Devildom, she looked out for me and still does. Irislilac all day btw

Malachai - My older brother, he's amazing and doesn't take bullshit. He does have something close to Multiple personality disorder, but I still love him..! I would never judge him for anything, he's really amazing!😁

Soul - He's adorable, even though he's a deranged psychopath, who isn't these days? He's super cool to talk to though, really chill.. when he isn't trying to poison my brother😭

Iris - He's less... dense? He's really funny and has an amazing sense of humor! (dark humor rules) He makes me feel human... kinda. He grounds me, he's like my conscience almost, the one letting me know I'm a real, living organism and not in some simulation.

Rado - She's amazing, she's the auntie who reminds you to stay hydrated everyday, plus, she's with uncle Beel and I couldn't ask for anyone better for him!

Lyssa - She's interesting, even though we don't talk much. There's something about her that she doesn't let anyone know, I'm going to find out, just wait..

@ayo-radsss @soulessiris @malachaotic @luxurious-anger @iristhelefteye @lilacl0veskrew

[wallcreeper-and-oro]

connection.find(omni_net) connection established omni.id.vericode(Y/N) (Y) {vericode entered} connection verified - lancer 910372

⋆𖦹 hello hi!! it's nice to meet you too Thirteen!! (also is Thirteen the name you'd prefer? or would you prefer something else?)

okay okay om glad im not prying!! i've been reminded a few times that sometimes people don't in fact want a barrage of questions about how they work or about their experiences, which is totally fair and okay! i just get very interested in how people work and think and i think it's so neat how much diversity there is in all of our human and non-human experiences!!!

oh yay!!! wait wait, :D < that's how i'm feeling! :D :D :D!!

ah okay!! thank you!!! i will do my best to remember that!! that's so neat! im so curious how that works that's so neat!! okay okay so programming is like core traits, like personality and like your purpose? the things that are just inherently a part of you. whereas conditioning is more like what you were taught? like the way your personality and self and idea of your role and all that was shaped? i think i understand but do correct me if i'm wrong!

oh interesting!!!! hmm okay okay! like obviously don't want to bring up anything bad what are like hypothetical exceptions to that? like are there any circumstances outside of an override by handler/supervisor that would allow you to hypothetically willingly harm a patient by demand? it does kinda suck that someone can just override you like that though.. i hope you feel like you can stand up for yourself, but i suppose that's a bit harder then it's a core part of how you are.. still.

okay! interesting!! that makes sense ya because otherwise you'd be barred from a fair bit of care! because a lot care does require like at least some amount of harm even if temporary or for the overall good! oooo okay so you can fight! cool! hmmm.. okay the implications of that are interesting, so your core directive is harm mitigation right? but that can be superseded by the need to protect your wards hmm so wouldn't the protection of your wards from harm be your core directive? and then the mitigation of harm they've faced be a secondary priority? or can you not act proactively to protect your wards before they are hurt? is it only after they're injured that your able to take action to protect them?? hmmm thats neat to think about!

oh it just means like i don't mean to stir up big emotions or prompt a conversation on a topic that is sensitive! just an old turn of phrase! don't worry i also didn't know what it meant till Liza explained it!

oh.. but you care about the people you care for right? or is it just a job to you? i suppose you don't have any other option really huh.. like i "care" that i'm breathing cause i can't not do that, so.. so i suppose that makes sense, i don't know, i think it'd have feelings about is all but it's okay that you don't! we all react and process and feel things differently!

ya these answers were very interesting thanks!! much more than satisfactory! this is very cool!! and ya!! i love learning new things it's such a good feeling!

oh i'm so glad to hear that!! ya i agree the omni-net is really fun! and y'all lot are so fun to talk to! it certainly makes my days more enjoyable! glad Kanmi got me to do this! (and ya! sally seems like quite a lovely girl! i'm glad you two have each other, it seems like a wonderful friendship! though i do hope she's gonna try to be safe..)

oh thank you very much!! i will (and i think already have) barraged you with more questions! but as always up to you what you talk about!!

nice to meet you again!! thanks for indulging my curiosity!!

this is Ouroboros signing off!

Enkidu bottom surgery

[invinciblerodent]

Even though I'm barely 5-6 hours into this playthrough so far, playing a character like Iona, who is genuinely cunning and insightful (she has to be, with her 17 cha and her insight- and persuasion proficiency), is already proving to be such a fun way to do the Astarion romance.

I was just reviewing the "stargazing" scene I recorded today, and I felt it in the moment too, but especially in retrospect, it's so clear that her genuine charisma just always keeps him slightly off-balance.

He goes systematically through the routines, the tried and true methods (doing something that's generally considered romantic like stargazing, draping himself onto a bedroll in a casual, but inviting, seductive pose, weirdly negging her about her chin?? which is honestly just funny??, standing just a touch too close, giving her a taste of interest but withdrawing immediately, etc.), only.... none of them seem to stick.

At one point he clearly thinks he has her, when she all but purrs about how they should get to know each other, and he seems to take it at face value, ready to pull back to keep her interest, but then.... she laughs???? And tells him she was joking???? His face, for a split second there, it looks so.... blank. The smirk melts off immediately.

This weird look, there for less than a second, is so telling. Especially with the following line being a hollow laugh and a "Hm? Yes! Of course, me too."

(C'mon, we both know you were not joking. I can see the "....shit" behind your eyes.)

Then he excuses himself immediately, and you can almost hear the "WHAT the absolute FUCK was THAT." rushing through his head.

Like... he sees that she's toying with him, calling his bluff, and yet, she doesn't push back, and does it in such a playful manner, one he might even call.... nice??? Is she being nice to him, for failing to seduce her??? Hells, she finds the empty flattery funny, rather than insulting???

Even early on, it really seems as if he's trying to hold onto his playbook, but with a character like her, whose charisma is natural rather than learned, it just... falls flat, it doesn't work. But it also kind of does, because she seems... entertained? Interested? It's frustrating how he can't seem to get a bead on her, yet there's also a little something about this weird uncertainty that makes the game... almost fun for him too. For the first time in a long time, she's not just a target, but she meets him halfway, if not a step ahead.

Her reactions are actually unpredictable, even this early. He tried and failed to trick her, and instead of being furious, it's as if she's egging him on. Instead of "stop that", she's saying "you can do better".

So far, Iona thinks that the reason for all this flattery and coyness is literally just that he's a man with a slightly over-inflated ego, who finds her attractive and wants to get into her pants, but thinks her simple enough to believe his pretty, practiced words. It wouldn't be the first time, and it wouldn't be the last. And she's willing to entertain his game, because, well, why not, you know? It's not like he's bad to look at, or like she's looking for a relationship (she just got out of a 35 year one by setting her house and husband on fire for gods' sakes), sleeping with another be-tadpoled adventurer would just be a bit of mutually beneficial, convenient fun.

It'll not be until the Shadowlands and the whole mess there that she realizes it wasn't "mutually beneficial" at all. That he told her pretty lies, but not because he wanted her to spread her legs, but because he wanted to be important to her- so that she'll protect him.

Gah, this relationship is going to be so fun to roleplay. I'm already having such a good time with it.

There is a Lous and the Yakuza song, "Masquerade", that I keep thinking about with them. Especially the part where it repeats the line "Before you'd speak to me/take off your mask" in French and Spanish in a kind of back and forth, which I feel really works for them.