#he's so soft they got him down so well aaaaaa

[tim-shii]

a/n: my beau, the love of my life 🫂 little smth before i go to war (finals is in two days) ,, AAAAAA i love aven so much hes so precious hes so dear to me MY BELOVED !! hes canonically a messy sleeper 😋 hes so silly bf oml

aventurine looks so ethereal right now. well, he’s always been beautiful. but in this light? with how the beams from the sun highlights his features, aventurine looks gorgeous.

he’s sleeping soundly, too. pajama shirt nearly unbuttoned because of how much he twist and turn in his sleep. blonde locks messily sprawled over the pillow and his forehead. he’s so endearing. it takes everything in you just to not wake him with a shower of aggressive kisses all over his pretty face.

usually, you’ll let him sleep in. however, today’s itinerary is quite full and busy so a few more minutes of sleep will indeed hurt.

“wake up, sleeping beauty.” you sit on the edge of the bed hovering over him, your pointer finger repeatedly poking his cheek. when he doesn’t move an inch, you gently blow air in his ear. grinning widely once he shudders. slowly after that, aventurine flutters open his eyes. squinting at the morning light, blindly patting around for your hand.

“g’morning.” he murmurs, arms snaking around your waist, pulling you close. aventurine nuzzles in your neck, his lips leaving short kisses on your skin. an attempt to coax you back to bed.

“good morni— no, no. you need to get up.” you hold his face and pull him away from your personal bubble. his cheeks are squished against your palms, you have the urge to sink your teeth into them. “it’s robin’s concert today and we promised to come over for her album release lunch party.”

“you promised her.”

“and you are my official plus one to everything.” you bite one of his cheeks and aventurine lets you. he loves you too much to deny you of anything. he also really loves affection from you so this situation is more beneficial for him than for you.

“so i’m just a pretty thing for you to flaunt around?” he turns his head in your hold in order to land a kiss on your inner wrist, his gaze affectionate and soft as they bore into you.

“my pretty lover whose presence i always want around? yes, you are.” finally, you lean down to kiss him. aventurine sighs at the feeling of your lips on his. he can taste the coffee you must’ve had before you went to wake him up.

“okay, enough.” you pull away. instantly, he frowns like a child whose candy got stolen. he tries to chase after you but a hard bite on his nose is enough to make him back down (he sends you a glare though). “get up. we still have to pick up veritas on the way.”

“he’s a grown man. he can drive himself there.”

“apparently, he was grading papers until 4am. he is in no condition to drive, baby.” you walk away from him after a last kiss on his lips. aventurine groans, annoyed that his sleep got interrupted and he felt like your kisses weren’t enough. he needs more than five kisses to fully function in a day. he pats around the bed for his phone, arm lazily hitting the pillows scattered around the bed.

as he clicks on the power button, his jaw drops in disbelief. you.. how could you….

“it’s five in the morning! why— it’s still too early!”

“you kicked me off the bed! it’s payback!”

“you’re such a menace, oh my god.”

“love you, baby! come down! breakfast is waiting.”

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[dollfaceksj]

we need to know what happens when they share that tent NEOW!!!

alright alright!

warnings: nuthin much just a bit of a vibe switch…. y’all will get it when u read it + a bit of jungkook lore

taste of a poison paradise | jjk (m) #11

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WHAT SHOULD YOU DO?

TELL YOONGI YOU’RE NOT LOOKING FOR ANYTHING SERIOUS 55,3%

TELL YOONGI YOU REALLY LIKE HIM 44,7%

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you chose:

TELL YOONGI YOU’RE NOT LOOKING FOR ANYTHING SERIOUS

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you take a breath to gather your courage

“did you know i,” you start, “i had a big crush on you like two years ago?”

he raises his brows as he processes the new info, a small smile on his lips. “i did not.”

he’s so cute guys ohmydhskdjdjdn

you continue, “well, seeing you again made me…” you sigh as you rub your forehead and avoid his gaze, staring down at the ground. “i got excited and let myself get carried away, you know?”

he nods and just lets you speak

you sigh softly and force yourself to look back up at him

“but since then.. since 2 years go i’ve.. i’ve met people,” you say, “i’ve gotten into some situations and i’m realizing now that i’m still thinking about them too.”

yoongi just stares at you as you talk

and it feels like your throat is tightening

just wrap it up you’re dragging it out!!!

“what i wanna say is that, i’m not looking for anything serious right now. not when i know my mind is still clouded by others, i don’t want you to feel played or anything cause i do enjoy spending time with you.”

wow

that took

a WHOLE bunch of courage to say

you stare at him, waiting for a reaction

then, he smiles. “take a breath.”

oh

you hadn’t realized you were holding your breath

anticipating his reaction

you take a deep breath, fingers fidgeting

he nods his head. “that’s okay.”

just as you part your lips to say something, he continues, “i totally understand what you mean when you say your mind is still clouded by someone else cause i still experience it too. i’m glad you had the courage to tell me cause i’m not sure i could’ve admitted that.”

oh

he’s so

wow

need him. RN.

you blink at him. “so, we’re on the same page, then?”

he nods but then tilts his head to the side. “of course. thanks for being honest and making me realize some stuff too.”

a small smile creeps on your lips. you’re glad it worked out

but his next few words knock the air right out of your body

“will you still let me kiss you?”

aa

aaaaaa

AAAAAAAAAA

you bite your lip in an attempt to hide your smile and nod your head, taking a step closer to close the distance between you two

he cups your cheek and brings your face closer to his, gently pressing his lips to yours

your own hands move up to his biceps, softly squeezing them as you kiss him

he’s so fine

his arms fit right into your hands

like you were made to hold him isn’t that crazy

he slightly tilts his head to the side, allowing himself to deepen the kiss

his lips are so soft, you’re convinced you’re being caressed by clouds

you sigh contentedly into the kiss, goosebumps popping out of the upper layer of your skin

oh how you wish you could have him in sinful ways

his hands respectfully drop down to your waist as he pulls you even closer, pressing your chest flat into his

you smile into the kiss and this makes him poke through your lips with his tongue

you part your lips, allowing him to lick into your mouth

you continue to make out with him in front of dirty tables and dishes that are begging for attention

but standing here with him makes the world around you fade away

and you allow yourself to melt into his kiss, his touch, his embra–

“i don’t mean to ruin your kdrama moment but you’re blocking the way. i can’t reach the dirty plates.”

your heart freefalls to your feet

no, not freefalls

PLUMMETS

into the pit of the fucking earth

your lips part from yoongi’s and you turn to look to the side

to see

jungkook

staring you down

eyes slowly dragging down your body

pinch in his brows

tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek

eyes hooded

FUCK

he just went to go pee, of course it wouldn’t take long for him to return

what if he thinks you’re kissing yoongi just in spite of him?!??

“oh, my bad,” yoongi doesn’t seem to notice the tension between you two as he just pulls you to the side to let jungkook get to the plates

the three of you continue to clean up in silence

it’s

so

fucking

awkward

then, hoseok calls out yoongi’s name

“i’m gonna shut the tent and you’re not getting in if you don’t come right now!” hoseok yells from wherever he is

yoongi chuckles and then reaches out to rub your shoulder. “i gotta go. you can handle the rest, right? i mean, you’ve got jungkook too.”

damn

if only he knew

you force a smile and nod.

he’s so sweet :(

“okay. goodnight.” he gently taps your nose and walks off

oh :(

he’s so cute

you do really like him :(

you watch his figure disappear in silence

you turn to the tables and continue cleaning up

jungkook doesn’t say anything at all

you’ve finally cleaned everything up. “shall we go sleep?” you ask as you turn to face him

he nods as he uses his sweatpants to dry his hands

you quietly follow him to his tent, crouching down to follow him inside

well

“i can’t see anything,” you mumble

he doesn’t say anything as he turns the flashlight on on his phone and turns it face down so it lights up the tent

why is he so quiet :/

“we should reserve our battery as much as we can.” you remind him that you’re still in the middle of nowhere

he shakes his head, wordlessly dismissing you

can he stop being so

quiet?

you’re not used to it from him

you quietly watch as he zips the entrance to the tent back up

you just remembered you have to change your clothes with him.. in one tent

now you’re here, on your knees

he’s on his knees too

and he’s reaching for his own luggage

you slowly reach for your suitcase and open it up, picking out the first pajamas you see

when you look over your shoulder to ask him not to look

he’s

shirtless

with his back to you

changing

his clothes

and then

you notice

an entire fucking sleeve of tattoos

oh shit oh shit

he’s hot as fuck😭

you frown. “since when do you have tattoos?”

his head shoots up and he turns to look at you. “ogling me, you perv?”

this damn junior…

well at least he’s talking again

you roll your eyes as you turn back to your own suitcase and tug your shirt off

the silence makes him speak

“i’ve been getting them since a year ago but i don’t like that the sleeve is unfinished so i don’t like showing it yet.”

ah

is that why he wears rash guards when you go swimming?

“oh, ok.” you slide your pajama shirt on and start buttoning it up. you’re trying so hard not look at him cause he’s so fucking hot and you’re stuck with him in one tent

just

act like he’s not here.

ACT LIKE HE’S NOT HERE

okay. that’s good.

“wanna see?”

fuck

FUCK

you do

u really do

you glance at him as you button up your shirt

your eyes trail his bare chest and torso as he’s now fully turned to you

he’s so toned

he looks…… really good

you glance up into his eyes and he is staring straight into your eyes

he knows you just eyed his body

but he doesn’t comment on it

you finally glance down at his arm

he takes his phone into his hand and directs the flashlight at his arm

you see a whole bunch of tattoos, eyes tracing each line

you reach out and trace the lines with your finger

you glance up at him and he’s not looking at his arm

he’s staring straight at you

look away

look away

LOOK AWAY

before you do something

so fucking stupid

…

NOW

you shift your eyes back to his arm. “what does this one mean?” you rub one flower that he has tatted on the inside of his arm

“that’s my mother’s birthflower.”

you glance up at him and this time he’s staring at the tattoo as well instead of at you

“that’s sweet,” you say, quietly

he nods. “yeah. she always said that if i do ever get tattoos, i’d better start with something in honor of her,” he says with a soft smile as he gently rubs his inked skin

you smile. that’s really cute. who knew he was such a softie? “what was her reaction to seeing the tattoo?”

silence

wow

suddenly

the atmosphere changes

maybe you shouldn’t have asked that

he scrunches his nose up for a split second and then tugs his arm from under your finger away

he reaches for his sweater and slides it on, same with his pants. “she never got to see it.”

and with that, he crawls into his oversized sleeping bag and turns his back to you

oh

thats

:/

what happened with his mom?

you stare at his back for a moment longer

you slowly and quietly crawl into your own sleeping bag and try to sleep without another word

“you’re trembling.” his voice is groggy and quiet

how long have you been trying to fall asleep?

you glance at your phone, it’s 2am

“yeah, well, it’s cold,” you mumble, trying to stop yourself from shivering

he says, “come here,” with a soft sigh

huh

come

come WHERE?

“i’m good.”

“stop being stubborn and come here.”

wow

breathless

that’s the only way to describe what you’re feeling right now

you slowly scoot closer to him. you grumble, “don’t talk to me like that, i’m still your senior.”

“yeah, yeah,” he says as he dismisses your comment and slowly starts unzipping your sleeping bag and his

your breath hitches in your throat

is he telling you to crawl into his sleeping bag?

wait

WAITTTT

“don’t touch–”

“i’m not gonna touch you. there’s enough space.”

you glance at him for a moment longer but you can’t see much

he quietly sighs at your accusing gaze. “not everything i do is underhanded, y/n. sometimes i just want to help you, alright? you’re making it really hard to want to help you.”

well

you can’t help it !! you just don’t trust him

but you’re fucking freezing and you don’t know what else to do

you sigh and slowly crawl out of your own sleeping bag into his

you turn on your side, turning your back to him

it’s quiet

it doesn’t seem like he had any ulterior motives cause you can hear the soft puffs leaving his mouth and it actually sounds like he’s sleeping again

he’s right, it’s quite spacious

your bodies haven’t touched

but his body heat is radiating off of him and you don’t feel so cold anymore

alright

you close your eyes and try to fall asleep

and you’re slowly

dozing

off

…

“i’m glad you hit it off with yoongi. he’s a good guy.”

oh shit

your eyes shoot open and you turn your face over your shoulder to look at him

what

don’t do this.

“you deserve someone that’s going to treat you well. i know we’re always teasing each other but i really do want what’s best for you.”

he continues to talk with his eyes closed

is he talking to you in his sleep?

do you believe him? or is this another one of his tricks?

will he remember even inviting you into his sleeping bag tomorrow morning?

your lack of response makes him open up his eyes, staring directly into yours

you can’t see much but you can definitely see that

so he was awake

you turn your face back to lie back with your back to him and close your eyes. you can’t look into his eyes for much longer. “i told him i’m not looking for anything serious.”

there’s a beat of silence

“why?”

you’re quiet this time

very quiet

his breath hits the back of your neck in the meantime

makes you see every celestial body in the universe on the back of your eyelids

nerve endings set alight

goosebumps all over your body

you finally reply, “i’m sure you know why.”

…..

he doesn’t respond to that

and before you know it

you’ve finally dozed off

hm

light

light hits your eyes

scrunching of shoes against branches and grass reach your ears

you stir

trying to recognize your surroundings

your eyes are met with someone’s back

oh right

you’re in the tent with jungkook

but why

the fuck

is your arm

around jungkook’s waist

WHY ARE YOU SPOONING HIM

STOP

take your arm back without waking him up NOW

you slowly start pulling your arm back, but his own arm is caging yours in

you bite your lip as you continue to try to pull your arm back undetected

but

that mission FAILS

when jungkook suddenly jerks and turns around in one swift motion, wrapping his own arm around you as you lie flat on your back

you almost yelp but looking down at him, you realize he’s still asleep

you freeze

his face is directly in the crook of your neck, breath hitting your skin and awakening goosebumps all over your body

his arm is lazily slung around your waist and his legs are intertwined with yours

you hold your breath as you try to think of a way to get out of this without jungkook ever being aware of it

STEADYYYYY

you slowly move to untangle his legs from yours and it’s extra hard cause you can’t actually see your legs

okay MISSION SUCCESSFUL

WOW he didn’t wake up once

he must be a heavy sleeper

Now moving onto his arm around your waist, let’s get that–

“BREAKFAST IS ALMOST DONE! EVERYONE WAKE UP!”

FUCK

FOR FUCKS SAKE TAE!!!!

he’s yelling it around all tents

jungkook

suddenly

jerks

and you almost whimper at how his lips graze your neck

“hm?” you hear a soft hum coming from him

fuck FUCK HE’S WAKING UP

you shut your eyes tightly as he slowly starts to recognize his surroundings

“oh… Oh?” jungkook suddenly scoots back, creating a bigger gap between your bodies

he looks just as surprised as you

“i’m so sorry,” he quickly says as he turns onto his back and rubs his face

you glance at him, noticing how his ears have turned a bright shade of crimson

“it’s okay,” you mumble as you sit up straight, rubbing your own face

you both sit there for awhile just waking up slowly

“come on, breakfast is ready,” you mumble as you start unzipping his sleeping bag further

“wait–” his hand tightly grips your wrist as he tries to stop you in your movements, his entire upper body slouched over your lap

you frown and glance down at him

he slowly lies back down, his hair sprawled out behind his head on his makeshift pillow of rolled up pants.

did he? give you? his pillow? while you? were sleeping?

you say, “what?”

“i uh,” he scratches his head with his other hand

your frown deepens as you encourage him to finish talking

you’re so confused

so damn confused

he suddenly??? turns his back to you???

“never mind. go ahead.”

huh

????

you frown. “what are you doing? breakfast is ready.”

“i’ll come later, okay?”

your frown deepens. “but there might not be anything left for you if you wait.”

he mumbles, “that’s okay for me. you should go, though.”

“jungko–”

“i’m hard as fuck right now, alright? just go. Damn.”

oh

OH

it’s morning

he’s uhhh

experiencing

morning wood?

okay

😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

without another word.

you.

get.

the.

hell.

out.

and after you’ve washed up

you see that the table only has two vacant seats left, one next to yoongi that he probably saved for you

and the two empty seats are right across from each other

meaning you’re gonna have to stare straight at jungkook when he joins y’all for breakfast

after what just happened

while sitting right next to yoongi

😂😂😂😂😂😂 life is so funny

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Mini Mac # 46 : Monkey date

The monkeys goes on a date and the pilgrims are on babysitting duty

Wukong was leaning over the cubs’ crib, playing with the pups. Savage was looking up at him with excitement, pawing at his huge fingers in glee. Rumble was clutching his Wukong doll tighter, sometimes leaning in the soft touches of his Pa, rubbing against the pad of his fingers to have more pets.

“Come on, buds. Repeat after me, Pa.” Cooed Wukong, trying to coax his babies. It was his new pastime. He wanted more than anything to hear his pups’ first words.

“Aaaa.” Babled Savage.

“Pa.” Corrected Wukong as he booped his lil firecracker.

“Aaa!” She repeated with a lil blep.

“Pa, busy bee, Paaaaaa.”

“Aaaaaa.” Giggled Savage as she began to chew on his finger. Wukong sighed in fondness and let her do as she pleased. He then turned towards Rumble. It was always more difficult to make him blabber. He usually stuck to his mrrps langage. But the great sage learned that if he drowned his son in pets and snuggles the lil guy would be more willing to indulge him.

“Come on, puss-pouts, do it for me, say Pa.” Cooed Wukong as he petted the lil guy. Rumble slowly blinked up at him, he yawned, still drowsy from his nap.

“Aa.” Muttered Rumble.

“Pa.” Repeated Wukong.

“Wa.” Chirped Rumble, he then buried himself in his doll. Tired after so much effort.

“You're still trying to make them talk?” Chuckled Macaque. He was not far from the crib, crushing leaves to replenish his vials in different powder and medicine.

“It's a lost cause.” Snorted Bajie, he was reclining on the grass, arms crossed behind his head. Wukong huffed, he threw a glare at the pig demon.

“Well, I believe in them.” Replied the great sage as he got back to his cooing.

“We'll resume the journey tomorrow morning.” Informed Sanzang, he was dutifully polishing his staff with a wet cloth.

“I'll take the first watch tonight.” Hummed Wukong, he was not feeling very sleepy anyway.

“Actually, why don't you go out with Macaque for the evening? You guys are new mates and you don't have much time alone together.” Proposed Wujing. Bajie, Sanzang and Ao Lie perked up at the proposition. Both monkeys had been very… insistent in their courting as of late and it was becoming bothersome, for the lack of other terms.

Bajie still remembered the time Wukong brought back an outrageous amount of fruits only to impress his mate. It was hell to cook.

Wujing remembered when he got slapped by a demon's weapon because Wukong wasn't paying attention to the fight going on, instead looking back at Macaque every minute.

Ao Lie remembered when Macaque messed up the braid he was weaving in his hair because he was distracted by Wukong cooing at the cubs.

Sanzang remembered the night he stayed awake because of the two monkeys giggling and whispering sweet nothing to the other, believing no other heard them.

Gods, if those two could calm down their courting after one date, it would be great.

“What about the cubs?” Asked Wukong. He wasn't against spending time with Macaque but leaving the cubs didn't seem right.

“We'll babysit!” Replied Sanzang.

“You're sure?” Asked Macaque, he knew how tiresome his babies could be, especially Savage.

“We've never been surer.” Assured Ao Lie. Wukong considered the proposition. If he was honest, spending alone time with Macaque sounded great. Not that he didn't like his pups or his brothers. But… it would be great to have some quality time with his new mate.

“W-well, we could if you want to?” Tentatively asked Wukong as he glanced at the black-furred monkey. Macaque stopped grinding his leaves and nervously scratched his neck.

“Why not?” Replied Macaque. Wukong's tail wagged without his consent, the sage cursed and tied the unruly limb to his hips. Macaque snorted, he found it cute.

The great sage summoned his cloud with a flick of wrist, Macaque climbed on it and settled comfortably. Both monkeys left following the winds.

“Now we gotta be careful with the cubs. Especially Savage, she's slippery.” Warned Sanzang, he knew this from experience.

“How hard is it gonna be to babysit two brats?” Scoffed Bajie.

Ao Lie leaned over the cribs and winced. “There is only one in there.” All the pilgrims turned towards the crib and face-palmed. Rumble looked up at them innocently, as if his sister wasn't missing.

“This is gonna be a long night.” Sighed Wujing.

Meanwhile, both monkeys were admiring the starry sky. Macaque was sprawled on Wukong's chest, nibbling on the fruits the sage passed along to him. Perhaps it wasn't as romantic as it could be, but it was nice. They talked about silly things. Indulging in their more cheesy side now that they were alone.

“You know, your eyes are like rubies.” Mumbled Macaque as he looked up at the sage. Wukong snorted.

“You always become more cheesy when no-one is watching.”

“It's not my fault. You should stop being so cheesy-worthy.” Playfully huffed Macaque.

“Oh it's my fault now?” Smiled the golden monkey.

“It's always your fault.” Teased Macaque as he stuck his tongue out.

“You lil gremlin!” Chuckled Wukong, he took Macaque in his hands and began to tickle him. Macaque shrieked with laughter. Trying to wiggle out of Wukong's fingers in vain.

Wukong took pity on Macaque after a few minutes and stopped tickling him, instead he patted him on the head. Macaque smirked and kissed the tip of Wukong's fingers. The great sage flushed and glared at his mate. “You-” Grumbled the sage but he stopped himself. He got a devilish idea. The golden monkey brought Macaque closer to his face and smooched his head.

Macaque yelped and fluffed up, caught off guard by the affectionate gesture. “That was foul play.” Grumbled Macaque.

“Everything is fair in love and war.” Hummed Wukong.

They spend the rest of the night playing and talking. Basking in the other presence. When they got back to the camp, they found the pilgrims in a pitiful state. Sanzang was covered in mud, Wujing was removing twigs stuck in Ao Lie's hair and Bajie was on the floor, dead to the world around him.

Savage and Rumble were in their crib, peacefully sleeping, looking like angels.

“I don't think I even want to know.” Snorted Wukong.

+ cut scenes

Bajie *when Savage disappeared* : Where is she!? How is she so fast? 😧

Savage *hiding in the dark. Preparing to jump on one of them* : 😂🤭🤭

Sanzang : I didn't think baby monkey laughter could sound so ominous, but here we are. 😅

Ao Lie : ack! She jumped on me! 😣

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[angel-of-the-moons]

fluff/smut whatever genre tbh for reader w an extremely painful period w pav plz

Geez, I get these like all the time, it really saps the energy out of you! 😩

Petals

Pavitr x Fem!Reader

(Pavitr and Reader are obviously adults in this too, before another anon comes screaming into my inbox about this)

TW/CW: Blood, Period, Pains and things related to that so if that makes ya uncomfortable, you don't gotta read it!

A/N: Asdfghjkl I'm just coming out of mine myself and aaaaaa it suckkksss

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Pavitr knew something was up when he left for work this morning. He noticed when you got out of bed, and didn't leave the bathroom. He thought that maybe you were sick, hence the obvious sounds of you vomiting.

So, on his way back home that evening, he went to the nearest drug store. The little older lady who ran the counter merely looked at Pavitr with confusion at his change in demeanor.

"Oh, dear! What's wrong, Pavitr?" She asked him, adjusting her thick glasses.

"Oh! My girlfriend isn't feeling too good today, so I thought I'd get her favorite snacks to cheer her up!" He replied with a small wave.

The little old lady's brow furrowed and she tilted her head. "What exactly is wrong with her?"

"She's throwing up, achy, says she has a migraine..."

"Sweetie, did you ask her if she's on her period?"

Pavitr blinked. Once, twice. The silence was awkward and had the woman giggling.

You'd only been living together for a few weeks. The thought of you on your period hadn't even crossed his mind whatsoever. In fact, he felt horrible for not even considering it in the first place!

He gasped, rushing up to the counter and leaning over it. "Help what do I get her I don't know what to do!"

"There there, sweetheart." She giggled hysterically, patting one of his hands with her wrinkled fingers.

She hopped down off of her chair behind the counter and waddled along, helping him through the store and bringing him to the feminine hygiene section. "Here, look through these. Someone on their period is always thankful for someone getting them more stock of their supplies!"

"Thank you!" Pavitr chirped, immediately going into shopping mode, scrutinizing everything he thought you might need.

Once he was done, he had whole armfuls of various products, as well as snacks, some painkillers, and drinks, stacking all the way up to his chin.

"Kay! I think I got everything!" He said, setting everything down onto the counter.

The older woman, Sasha, laughed, clapping her hands. "It seems you do have everything! You practically bought my whole store!"

Pavitr's face flushed with embarrassment, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, I... Just wanted to be sure, so..."

"Oh, no, don't feel bad! It's so sweet to see you caring so much about your girlfriend, dear! She's so lucky to have you." She said, ringing up all of the purchases.

Once Pavitr had paid, he had two fat plastic bags to carry, and a big grin on his face as he bid Sasha farewell and left.

Back to home, back to you.

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When he found you, you were curled up on your side on the fetal position, huddling around one of your reheatable packs as you shivered.

Pavitr frowned, reaching out to you. But, if you were asleep...

He smiled when he got a good idea.

He immediately ran into the bathroom, putting the potpourri in the little artistic basket in the corner of the counter--your favourite. A sweet, spicy scent with a hint of orange and cherry.

He stocked the fresh painkillers and put them in the mirror, then placed your snacks neatly on the stool next to the rim of the tub, and placed the drink he got you alongside them.

"Pavitr?"

The way your voice was groggy and laced with pain made his soft sweetheart of a heart do a flip-flop.

"In the bathroom!" He said, getting up and turning around.

He made it to the door in time to see you halfway over to him, the hot pack no longer warm, but you still clutched it against your abdomen in pain.

Pavitr smiled sweetly and leaned in to kiss your forehead, "C'mon, get undressed and get in the bath, okay?"

"Pav..."

He brought his hands together in a plea. "Please please please! I set it up and everything!"

You couldn't help but smile at him, and relent.

And when you saw the little surprise he had for you (complete with several different kinds of tampons and pads, even if they weren't the right sizes you needed) you felt your heart do a little squeeze in your chest.

Pavitr looked proud as can be as he beamed at you, practically bouncing on his heels in excitement as you stepped into the bathroom.

"I figured this might help you! You know, a nice hot bath or a shower, your favorite snacks..."

You leaned in and rested your forehead against his.

"Thank you, Pav."

"Anything for my best girl! C'mon! Let's get you in the bath!"

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Pavitr used the removable showerhead and ran it over your back and down your front, the water at the right temperature the whole time as you relaxed in the deep tub, allowing Pavitr to wash your back as he pampered you. But when he tried to wash your front, you stopped him.

He frowned like a sad puppy. "What's wrong?"

"Ah... My breasts are really sore right now... And the water..." You mumble.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Oh! I didn't know! Okay, I'll be more careful."

He set to humming a song as he handed you the showerhead, resting it over your shoulder so the hot water could run down your body without splashing all over the place.

You looked up at Pavitr (he was so sweet to have gotten you a bath pillow as well!) and he looked back down at you with a soft, warm smile.

"You okay, babe?" Pavitr smiled.

"Yeah. You're just such a squishy goober." You giggle, reaching up to brush your thumb against his cheekbone.

"I might be a squishy goober, but I'm your squishy goober!" He replied, waggling his eyebrows at you.

"Yes, you definitely are." You sigh up at him.

Yeah. Life was good.

Despite the horrible cramps that decided to ruin this loving little moment between you two.

"Ah! I got you more painkillers!" Pavitr said, rushing to the bathroom mirror.

"I love you." You hissed through gritted teeth as the pain rippled through you, sending your tummy into an upset.

Pavitr looked over his shoulder at you, grinning widely.

"I know. Love you, too!"

[in-a-daddy-state-of-mind]

My Favorite Addiction (Drabble)

Pairing: Javier Peña x gn! reader

Summary: Your only addiction is the sight of Javier Peña in the morning

Word Count: 794 

Warnings: Mention of smut, Mentions of drugs and drug trafficking, I think that’s it but let me know if there is anything else. Just in case MINORS DNI

Notes: Just the idea of waking up next to this man would not leave me so I thought might as well put it down! Very excited to start writing more. This is the first thing I post here so aaaaaa let me know thoughts. 

If you had one addiction it was to the sight of Javier Peña in the morning. You always woke up before him and got to see perhaps the only moments when this man was fully relaxed. He was all golden skin, broad shoulders, and messy curls.

It hadn’t always been like this. The first messy encounters you had with Peña didn’t lead to morning afters where you got to stare at his sleeping figure. The first times were all supposed to be the last. You accidentally went to the same party, you accidentally ended up in the same bar, you accidentally were rooming in the same hotel. All with the same ending of you quickly dressing and leaving Peña, checking every corner to see if no one saw you. No one could see you. Pablo Escobar’s accountant couldn’t be sleeping with a DEA agent.

And yet it became an addiction. The more you tried to resist it the more you found Peña’s arms. No one fucked you like he did. Your second favorite view was the look of concentration mixed with pleasure as you two fucked to the soundtrack of your screams. God, Javier Peña was the best lay you ever had and you were enchanted.

You knew the dangers of it but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret that first night in a dim lit club far away from Escobar’s prying eyes. His soft lips on yours, his hands finding your bare skin, his arousal making itself known against your legs, his soft curls between your fingers. In retrospect, that was when you doomed yourself.

Javi slowly moves shifting to face you and rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” He whispers in his raspy morning voice.

Another beautiful thing you just couldn’t get enough of.

“You staring at me again, cariño?”

As much as you tried to hide it he knew all your secrets. You still didn’t know why he wanted you to be an informant it felt like he could tell everything he needed to know from you without even asking.

“Guilty.” You whisper back as he makes his way to find your lips.

You kiss him back softly. The morning kisses are always different from the nights. Softness making way from the hunger. Comfort being drawn from the passion. You couldn’t decide what you liked best.

“Do you want to stay? Maybe go grab some breakfast. I’m off of work today.” Peña asks in a tone that sounds almost hopeful.

“I can’t, Javi. They’ll start wondering.”

You hate denying him. You hate having to leave. But after that first time, after you slept with Peña and was quickly escorted after to Pablo for him to explain exactly who you had just shared a bed with, you knew what you were getting into. This was the price for keeping Javier Peña.

“Escobar can fuck off.” Peña mutters protectively wrapping his arms around you.

“You know it’s not that simple.” You utter avoiding looking him in the eye.

Instead you choose to trace the veins in his arm. Trying to distract yourself from what you know comes next.

“Yeah. I know.” Javi utters. “I’m a death sentence.”

“One I signed willingly.” You joke opening a small smile.

He moves his hand to cup your cheek, brushing away a piece of hair that fell on your eyes. You look back up and meet his eyes. His eyes. You loved those eyes.

“I could take you away. I could put you somewhere he wouldn’t find you.” He pleads.

“We talked about this. He would find me. If not, he would kill my family.”

“You’re not even an informant.”

“Yeah, but you are the enemy. I’m supposed to stay away.”

“We could stop seeing each other.” Javi suggests scared you will actually say yes to it. You had in the past but it never stuck before. Nonetheless he fears.

“Sure. We could. But I would give us two weeks before one of us breaks and we are back here again.”

You laugh together with him before he returns to attack your lips.

Somehow enemy didn’t feel like the right title for him anymore. You couldn’t fit those words and the man you grew to know together in your head. You desperately wanted to, but you fell to his charms and you don’t think there’s any going back.

So instead you lay around with him a little longer. You kiss and hold each other until you finally get up and get dressed. Almost like routine you make your way out of his dingy apartment and back to your own. All the way the only thing in your mind continues to be how Javier Peña was the most addictive and dangerous drug you had come upon.

[eybefioro]

I've decided to make a fic rec post every Saturday 💛

Weekly fic rec, by yours truly...

It's raining outside. You hear the pit-pat of the raindrops falling on the ground. I welcome you to my house, and there's a pleasant smell of coffee mixing with the smell of rain and wet soil. You look over the window, and the green hue of the plants is vibrant in the mist. They're happy, and you can almost hear them singing with gratitude in the rain. I invite you to sit in a comfy armchair. Would you like some coffee? Or tea perhaps?

So I'm going to start my weekly recs with one where "The author played with my heartstrings so well they are singing". Yep. That's how I described it between tears.

God's Silence Like the Sun by oceantears

Rated Gen, ~9k words.

My tags: Quiet, gentle and romantic.

Summary: Crowley is looking for something. Has always been looking, perhaps, but now, in their cottage in the South Downs, his search becomes much more obvious to Aziraphale. It happens every day, and after a while, it becomes almost performative. As if Crowley were just waiting for Aziraphale to ask what he is doing, exactly. That, of course, means that Aziraphale won't ask what Crowley is looking for under the carpet, in the soil of his garden or between the sofa cushions. He won't ask, regardless of how long Crowley's search continues, a careful performance. Regardless of how curious Aziraphale is. This is a matter of pride, after all. And that means it doesn't matter that he wakes to find Crowley snooping under the closet in the middle of the night. It means that he is not at all, not one bit, not even slightly intrigued by the looks Crowley throws him during his search, clearly meant to irritate him. He won't ask - he has that much pride. ...oh, darn it, he will ask.

Okay. Where do I start. One of the things I love about this fic is how interesting and simple the concept is: Aziraphale and Crowley are in their cottage, and Crowley keeps searching for something, making Aziraphale curious.

And that's it- we will follow Aziraphale on their day-to-day. We will get to know Azirpahale’s musings about Crowley's habit, until he finally asks about it.

I got so curious about what Crowley was doing, but it never got in the way of what is the focus of this fic: their love.

It's so tender. Aziraphale loves Crowley so much. Crowley loves him back so much. They know and understand eachother a lot! And they are so domestic! This is so fluff, but in such a real way- no that is not the right word. It's in a "routine" way? A human way? Idk. It's the same kind of "fluff" that I have with my family; the fluff of waking up and hugging my mom, the fluff of saying good night to my brothers and kissing their foreheads, the fluff of arriving home to my cat screaming for attention, the fluff of sharing time with someone. The domesticity and life and habits and routines.

I love the yellow crocus x blue lilies debacle. I love their light bickering, their stubbornness. I chuckled so softly with how they interact with eachother. Aaaaaa. This is all so soft.

And then we discover what Crowley is looking for. Aziraphale finally asks. And that's when the dam broke. It's so poetic. So tender. So soft. So loving. I truly can't describe how much their dialogue made me feel. How much it touched me. They love eachother so much. They are so caring and soft and tender. And they're so vulnerable.

I felt like in that tale of boiling frogs (I know, weird comparison, but bear with me). It started slow. Things got warm slowly, at a pace that I didn't notice things building up; then I suddenly was in a pool of tears. Good tears, mind you. It was so much joy and love that they had to became tears. The prose and the rhythm the author settled woven me so sweetly, I got carried away so softly, and then there's was just SO MUCH. So much emotion. So much.

And the last paragraph. Oh dear. I- look I cant be objective obout this fic. It turned into a ramble. I'm sorry. Just trust me when I say that this is beautiful. It's so gentle. So warm.

I was having a bad day. I asked for fluffy fic recs on the maggot server. Champ sent me this link. I read it and felt the weight in my shoulder vanish, and was embraced by a blanket of love and hugged pretty tightly. The cry was good.

This fic is a mug of hot cocoa and hug of a loved one. That's what I have to say.

(My recs will probably be all like this lol I'm not good at this I just wanna gush about fics that touched me and try to make you read it)

[merakiui]

Please meraki….

MY TWITTER PAGE IS FULL OF PUNK JADE OML—WHOLE PUNK JADE SHIT GOT ME DOWN BAD FOR HIM SO BADDDDD

I swear i would be fucking passed away as soon as he flirt and wink at me with that lazy sly smirk of his.

AAAAAA YES YES it's either punk Jade or basketball Floyd. I see them wherever I go. OTL and I am not complaining hehe!!!

Omg imagine a concept where you and Jade work at an office and during the day he's polite, soft-spoken, and always so orderly. He wears the finest pressed suits, his hair is always styled neatly, and he's so clean and put-together. But at night he abandons the businessman front, doing away with formal attire and that tedious yes-man attitude, to dress in punk wear. He styles his hair so messily and wildly, he puts all of his ear accessories and piercings on, and he grabs his bass guitar to play underground gigs late into the night.

And maybe you have a secret side to yourself as well. Maybe you like punk-rock like him, or maybe it's the opposite and you like lolita aesthetics or anything soft and pastel or perhaps something more elegant. But your friends (Cater, Lilia, and Kalim) drag you to one of these shows because you've been working too much overtime and you deserve to cut loose every now and then. And you suppose one night of fun won't hurt. But imagine your surprise when you weave your way through the crowd to get to the very front to get a closer look at the musician (because his music is just so good and you're entranced) and you briefly lock eyes with Jade Leech, your very formal, very serious, very diligent coworker from the office!! >0<

[bunnydayss]

hiiii ! i absolutely enjoyed your random skz pair hcs :)) can i request for 2min and jeonglix? only if you're taking requests !! thank you <3

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✰ Requested Skz–Pair Headcannons: ✰

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(Please note that I do not actually ship them in real life, this is for pure fun and giggles. — It might also not be realistic lol).

Pairs included: 2Min, Jeonglix

Listen along while you read :)

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[ Re: ] hihi 🙌 I’m so glad you enjoyed the first part AAAAAA—requests are totally open yes, and I hope you enjoy the hcs ❤️❤️ (I’d also like to thank you for being so sweet).

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:: 🌿 2Min 🌿 :: ( Minho & Seungmin )

• Cat and dog dynamic, but hear me out it sometimes reverses and Minho will be the one acting like a golden retriever to a snarky Seungmin.

• Minho proposes first, no particular reason why other than he was faster to buy the ring and prepare his big moment.

• Married couple vibes, they bicker but it’s usually just pointless fighting. If an argument erupts to a somewhat significant level, Minho becomes level headed and tones down the situation with a distraction while their temper dials down. (“WELL YOU—”, “Hey, okay. Let’s take a break, and circle back. You probably haven’t eaten lunch yet right?”, “no..”, “Okay, I’ll go make something.”).

• Both are hardheaded as hell, not to mention a little petty. So it’ll either work in your favor, when they agree with you on something, or it’s your worst nightmare. (The rest of SKZ has been on the back burner of many heavily fueled arguments from 2Min).

• Teasing Minho whenever Seungmin wants affection if any kind, be it verbal, physical or anything in between. For this reason, Seungmin avoids being direct about what he wants, little does he know Minho reads right through him.

• Minnie likes to sneak a taste at whatever Minho’s cooking when he thinks he isn’t looking. (He is, and he lets it go).

• Minho got Seungmin a tiny flip-able magnet for their fridge that lets him know what he’s in the mood for. (One side says cuddly, the other says prickly). Communicating without communicating, their favorite thing.

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:: 🌸 Jeonglix 🌸 :: ( Jeongin & Felix )

• If they fight it usually ends in both parties in tears, extremely sensitive to conflict. They both go their own ways to calm down but always sleep in the same bed no matter how bad the fight is. They collectively have a mindset of “you’re not going anywhere until we figure this out” and will spend an entire day talking it out if they have to.

• Felix definitely has to snatch I.N.’s devices away, in order to make sure he gets sleep. If that doesn’t work, he nags him over and over under he gives up and slightly (Jeongin would argue he doesn’t at all, but that’s just denial) cuddles Felix back.

• “Things he says when he thinks I’m asleep” trope!! Late at night, when the two are in bed, Jeongin definitely voices some thoughts he wouldn’t dare to if Felix was awake. (Yet somehow in the back of his mind, Jeongin knows Felix is listening to him, but refuses to listen to that thought).

• Felix proposes first, because of course he does—Innie had pondered on making the first move but chickened out, scared of rejection.

• Jeongin thinks Felix fell first, but everyone (including Felix) knows he’s had a soft spot for Felix ever since he met him. Jeongin both fell first and fell harder when he realized his feelings (after Felix confessed).

• Sickeningly sweet affection from Felix both excites and scares Innie, he’s not used to constant skinship, but eventually his walls crumble for Felix and for Felix **only**.

• Felix likes to hoard items from their dates (e.g. tickets from going to the movies) to remember how far they’ve come and how comfortable they’ve grown.

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This was a lot of fun! If you have any requests please ask away (SKZ, TXT and maybe some other groups but it depends on my familiarity with them).

P.S. Even if I’ve already done the pair you want, you can still request! (I can write more 🙌).

Don’t forget to eat and drink water :)

[last-starry-sky]

It’s was the one where Simon pays an OF creator to keep her clothes on!

I love it! 😂 sir, my true calling is to shag you. Now stop encaging me with your big chest! I love mean Simon but I thought it wasn’t your thing!! I firmly believe mean Simon is just soft Simon before you win your way to his heart. How would we recover after he confronted us? 🤔

aaaaaa I loved that one too! It was so off the cuff (and rough lmao) that I wasn't sure anyone would like it but me. btw i will reblog and then die if anyone does more with that idea because its so so so so good!!! i don't know why making them obsessed over some cute girl on the internet goes straight to my heart but it just does!

alsooooo so funny that you asked what happens next bc i was about to add on to that first part when I got home but I was so wiped out I just fell asleep. lucky for you, you get to read it here!

You bolt out of the kitchen, terrified of being caught out. How did he know? You thought you’d acted the part perfectly, you think as you wipe away the tears that had welled around your eyes. You had heard word around that Ghost was skilled at, ah, "collecting information" as they put it. It made a shiver run down your spine as you darted down the halls to your room. What if he’s seen right through you this whole time? What if he’s told-

Your thoughts stop as you collide with a solid body.

(now it's choose your own adventure time. I'll use the emojis to help y'all find your place in my walls of text.)

⭐It's Gaz.

You gasp out in surprise, blurting out an apology as you try to back away. His hand lands on your shoulder. It's so nice and warm that you don't even notice his other hand wipe at your cheek.

Oh yeah. You're crying.

"Okay there, love?" he asks all sweet and low, concern wrinkling the skin between his brows.

You turn up the water works only a little bit. Tears continue to fall as you sniffle, averting your eyes and stepping away from him.

"I'm . . . i'm okay," you answer, lying as you wipe at your eyes again.

"Don't seem like it. What's wrong?" he says gently, trying to catch you in his arms as you flutter away always just a bit out of reach.

"I'm . . . it's just-" you answer, nervously peering down the hall.

With perfect timing, Ghost comes stalking around the corner. You jump, and it's no act. He really can scare you sometimes. His name isn't out of Gaz's mouth before you're running down the hall away from them both.

💥It's Soap.

"There y' are!" he says sweeping you into a hug that crushes you into his chest with one arm. "Skipped off with our tea, didya?"

"No," you whine, more from the uncomfortable press of his muscles into your face and neck than from your flustered mix of emotions.

He lets you go and watches as you wipe the tears from your face.

"Sorry," you apologize unprompted. "I was making it. Just-"

His hand is on yours where it's swiping across your cheek.

"Forget it," he says, voice gone soft. "What's with you? What's happened?"

You force a tear to well down your cheek into your laced fingers.

"Nothing," you lie back, voice warbling.

"Doesn't seem like nothing, hen," he says pulling you back against his chest. He pats at your head as you sob into his strong chest, t shirt absorbing your tears. "Talk to me."

A voice calls from behind you, startling you out of his chest.

"Soap!"

Fuck. It's Ghost.

Soap's arm slips a little bit, allowing you to dart down the hall away from the both of them.

🌀It's Price.

He doesn't seem the least bit concerned that you just ran into him, or that you're crying for that matter. He just holds you away from him, both hands on your shoulders, silently inspecting you. You falter under his stare. You can't speak. Can't even wipe at the tears that track down your cheeks.

If Ghost had any doubts about you he would have told Price. No doubt. It makes you quake in your boots.

"Ghost find you?" he asks directly.

Oh fuck. He knows. You try to compose yourself, try not to panic but it's no use. All you can do is prepare for what's coming next.

You nod and sniffle. A weak, 'Y-yes" following.

Price sighs, palming your wet cheek in his hand.

"Sorry," you whisper, not really sure what you're apologizing for.

He only shakes his head, wiping away your tears for you.

"He can be a tough one, love. Don't let it get to you." When he pulls away his hand, he gives your shoulder a friendly pat.

Oh, you think. He's doesn't know. You could kiss him for the weight he's taken off your mind.

"You're doin' good. Glad to have you." You give him a small smile through your still-teary eyes. He smiles back. "Need me to walk you back to your room?" he asks sweetly with a tilt of his head.

Before you can answer, Prices attention is drawn away. He's staring down someone who just walked around the corner behind you.

"Price," Ghost says plainly, more to acknowledge his presence than as a greeting.

"Ghost," Price says in return.

There's an acidic, electric feeling crackling between the three of you as you stand in the hallway. You can feel the eyes on you, the rumble of the storm about the break. Price lets go of your shoulders, allowing you to walk away. You feel his hand on your back as you brush past him. Perhaps he cares enough about you to not want to involve you in whatever is about to happen. Interesting.

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More?? 👀👀👀 Let me know what ideas you have!

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

so. i wear comfortable clothes (like pajamas and sweaters and stuff) when i get sad. and tbh i'm sad a lot so i wear those kinds of clothes like 5 out of 7 days of the week. can i request alois, maurice, and both ciels (have their actual names been released yet?? 😭) with a s/o like that?

aaaaaa all I can offer are virtual hugs and prayers for you that things will get better and you'll be less sad in the future

.. and some reactions from some bois who really love you! <3

I don't think we have official names yet, but, I just call O!Ciel "Ciel" and my headcanon name for R!Ciel is "Astre" :D

… Oh, his darling looks so adorable like that! Really, he just can’t help but gush a little when he sees them looking so relaxed. Those kinds of clothes are ones that he doesn’t often wear himself despite very much wanting to, so he’s almost jealous. He’s happy for them, though! He just… maybe wishes he could join them? He might have to do that one of these days. But, when it becomes apparent that they usually only do this when they’re not having a good day, he starts to get… pouty. Mostly because he’s worried. He starts trying to cheer them up, by dancing around and urging them to come dance with him, or attempting to coax them into coming into town with him. When that doesn’t work? He puts on comfy clothes and has a sad day with them. While he knows it’s not a long-term solution, and he’ll have to figure out a long-term solution, for the moment he thinks everything is just fine if he dresses comfortably and lies down next to them and cuddles and lets them feel sad. It’s not as bad when you’re sad alongside someone you love, right?

Hm, how… unfortunate? Is that how he wants to word this? It’s a bit of a disappointment, to see his darling putting forth a lack of effort when it comes to their appearance. If they’re going to be on his arm, he needs to make sure they look appropriately elegant just like him. It’s not like he’s trying to be insensitive; deep down, he’s a lot more concerned than he lets on. When someone doesn’t look after how they present themself to the world, surely that means something bigger is going on. That’s distressing to him for the simple fact that he cares very much about them. He takes a very direct approach, though he does try not to be cruel about it. (He’s not in the business of making (Name) even sadder, after all.) So his efforts tend more toward cajoling them into wearing something else, telling them that he’s going to have a ball going on tonight so they need to wear that new dress or suit he got them. He’s hoping that getting them dressed up and moving and all that will naturally bring them out of sadness. While he knows he needs to find a more sustainable way to help them… this is the best thing he can think of. Well, this, and lots of ducking behind walls so he can kiss them. ‘Soft’ clothes or no, he’ll keep them plenty comfortable.

Well, if nothing else, they know what they’re doing. Nobody else knows what’s best for another person, right? Except maybe a doctor. He’s unsure if his dear would need any kind of doctor for… this. It strikes him as odd that they seem to dress comfortably only when they’re feeling down mentally, and even odder that he can point to the pattern that spells out the fact that they feel like that a lot. He doesn’t say much, but one can almost see the gears in his head turning when he looks at them in their too-big sweater, as he tries to think of how best to approach the topic. He can’t very well go up and tell them to stop wearing those clothes and tell him why they’re sad or any of that. There comes a single order he gives Sebastian which is nigh impossible for his butler to follow: “Keep (Name) happy.” It isn’t so easy… it’s the only thing he can think to do, aside from kissing them and doing things he knows they like. He just makes sure to get them out as often as possible so they have a reason to wear other clothing, so that perhaps that in itself will cheer them up. All the while, he makes sure to be thinking of how best to help them, and ensuring they know he cares for them.

Haha, what on Earth are they doing? Attempting to violate every law of fashion all at once? Honestly, he doesn’t mind so much if his sweetheart dresses in a way that lets them be more comfortable… except that they do so around his friends. Whilst he’s with them. Of course they look very calm and they’re not wearing stiff or hard to fiddle with clothing. He’s definitely jealous. Still, he also is perhaps a little embarrassed that they dress so casually when with him. Not only does he want to be known as someone beautiful, which also necessitates put-together people being associated with him, it also… sort of concerns him? Why aren’t they taking care of themself and dressing up a little? Although he doesn’t expect them to be flawlessly dressed all the time, the kind of clothes they wear while sad are so dressed down, it’s like they don’t want to pick something else out. He tries to be kind about it, offering to pick an outfit for them or to please, please, please let him do their makeup and/or their hair! It’s a way to bond, but also to help them dress themself up a bit. It might seem kind of shallow; however, he truly is worried about them. He has to try something, doesn’t he?

[ravenveenova97]

Paldea Forbidden Fruit

UVA Valentines day

It's a Wednesday at Uva academy and I've been secretly in the home Ec class after some persuasion to use it in my spare time, as you see it's Valantins day in the academy and iv been perfecting some chilli chocolate for a certan someone, you see we're allowed to give chocolates to just about anyone teaches included, so this batch i was making was solely for Jacq, i remember us talking once and he said he puts hot sauce on about everything, so i realized he likes spicy foods, less could be said about me heheheheh i can only handle mild spice "ok so the chocolets have been seating in the freezer for a wile now and the box i made is done,think its time to get them out" i walk over to the freezer and pull them out and give them the tap test, i taped them all and there fully set so i brought them over the my station and slowly popped the heart shaped chocolets out of there molds gently placing them into the hexagon box "i really hope Jacq likes these hehehhehe" after i placed them in i put the lid on top and grabbed some purple and lilac ribbon and tied it around the box finishing it with a bow and a name tag, but just then i saw someone dart into the home ec class and slam the door shut.

I looked up from where I was to see Arven out of breath with he's tie all massed up "hehehehe that bad out there is it" Arven jumps out of he's skin and turns round "Honan!!! I didn't know you was in here too" I giggle and finish curling the bow ends "yer I'm just about done in here so it's all yours" Arven walks over wile straighting he's tie "you made chocolates?" I look at him and then look away nodding "er yer" Arven face grew soft and smiled "have someone in mind" again I nod but don't tell him "well the class rooms yours see ya" I quickly picked them up and went to leave but Arven grabbed my hand, i looked round at him and hes cheeks were rosie "be careful out there.......I saw a group of guys looking for you" i giggle and nod at him "ok i will thank you Arven" i was in a good mood so i may have gave Arven a qwick peck on the cheek to tease him a little "also good luck with all the girls" i laghed and ran right out of the door with a big smile on my face wile Arven stood there with a soft smile "i cant full for her........she likes some elce" Arven shakes hes head and hides out in the home ec class room to hide from all the girls chasing him.

I'm walking around the entrance hall and the academy is decorated to the brim with Valantins decor even a few cupids were hanging from the ceilings, I took what Arven said into consideration and stay allusive, not that mind getting chocolates from other guys but......there really only one person I like them from, just then I see a crowd of girls and what looked like Mr Salvator, I look at him and he's arms are choc a block full of chocolates "dam he's popular with the female students heheheh" Salvator was happily smiling and laughing wile he got given more chocolates, I just giggled and walked to the Nurses office to take a sneak peek on Miriam.

I walk there and I hear a little happy squill and I opens the door ajar to see what's going on "hehehehe you made me chocolates, it's not going to be as bad as the sandwich you made me last time is it" my eyes widen as this was a shock, "Miss Dendra gave chocolates to Miriam, ha I didn't know they both swung that way" I could see how happy Mirim was about getting them and Miss Dendra smiling to the nines "they should be packed full with vitamins to give you an extra boost"Miriam face turned and put on a sheepish smile "Dendra you don't put vitamins in chocolate, how could your spoil the taste of them like that" I quietly chuckled and closed the door as I have eves dropped long enough "I guess I won't bug Mirim asking were Jacq is, also Salvator busy to" I shake my head and I go to find him myself, i walk down the stairs and i hear yelling "AAAAAA LEAVE ME ALONE!!" all of a sudden I saw Arven run past me at mock speed and a crude of girls chasing him down "DONT LET HIM GET AWAY!!!!"

I broke out in fits of laughter holding my sides almost being brought to tears "hahahhahah he really doesn't do well around girls" I wiped my tears away and looked about but that's when I heard a crowd of boys "HAY I FOUND HONAN" I end up pulling a shocked face and looked about frantically and made a run for it "whyyyyy not me toooooo" I booked it back up the stairs not wanting to get chocolets from them, problem was I couldn't lose them and i got chased all the way to the roof of the Academy, im looking about trying to think were to go next but it was too late they cought up and i was cornered "Hoana please accept these" i look at the guy handing me the chocolets "and me too"

I didn't want to refuse them but I can't accept them either, but just then I get my destination "DONT LET HIM ESCAPE!!" I see Arven booking it along the roof and I run away and next to him "still got the girls after you" he is panting out of breath and nods "I can't seem to shake them....I see you got the guys after you too" were both running till we hit a dead end "crap there no were to go" i look down and panting out of breath, but the girls and boys close in and i take a deep breath "yea there is and its down" i wissle and grab Arven's hand and jump off the roof "HONAN WHAT YOU DOING!!!" We were falling but just then my Noivern swooped in and grabbed us both out of mid air and flew us down then dropped us in the academy cought yard, Arven was dropped first and I was dropped after landing right in he's lap kind of crushing hes man hood "FUCK!!" I pulled a pained look at him and got off "I'm so sorry Arven I didn't mean to land on you there" he's in pain holding down there and stubbles up "it's fine, let's go" he grabs my hand and runs off with me.

He runs further into the court and we hear the female and male students, I look about in a panic "where do we go" Arven looks around and then pulls me with him "we're hide in here" we enter a little shed and Arven closes the door and we both duck, but it was a tight fit "er it's kind of small In here" Arven and me are literally inches apart "yer just a bit" he had one hand on the wall behind me and sat in-between my legs, he was looking away a little flushed in the cheek and I got to admit I was blushing a little too I mean I'm wearing a skirt and he's between my legs, but all of a sudden Arven looked up at the door and I got a whiff of hes Aftershave, i recognize the sent, cinnamon musk with a hint of cloves but there a hint of sweetness there, the sent was devine and i smiled "why are you smiling for" i take a deep breath and sigh "Arven you smell so nice" he shoots bright red and was about to yell but he stoped him self "dont say that wile your in a skirt and we're this close" i couldn't help myself he smelled to good "i cant help it, also smell some thing sweet" Arven looks away and i move closer to him and take a deep breath in "its chocolate.......did you make some?" Arven sighed and looked down at me "yer I did"

I smile cutely at him and pull away "really who for?" He goes into he pocket and pulls out a dainty yellow box with cyan ribbon "I made some for you" shocked I look at the box and reach out for it slowly "for me" again Arven looks away and then back at me wile hes eyes turn to me "look you don't have to accept them but......" I happily took the box out of he's hands softly smiling "what if I said I do except" Arven eyes widen and he looks at me shocked "really you have them" i nod at him and Arven brightly smiles, we stay put for a wile untill the cost was clear and the bell to end the school day rang "its the end bell" Arven nods and we both stand up but pushed right in to each other "erm can we leave now" Arven shakes hes head clear and opens the door "of course sorry" i smile and step out and breath a sigh of relief "thank goodness there gone" Arven Chuckled and looked down at me "that's a relief hahahah hows the chocolets you made" i pull them out of my skirt pocket and smile "there in one peace thankfully" I giggle and we walk back into the academy and make our way back to our dorms, i said bye to Arven as well as thanking him for the chocolets he made me and walked into the teachers dorm, I got in and i saw everyone with there chocolates happily smiling away and talking to each other "amazing right, they all got chocolets and here i thought i was the students favorite Teacher"

I look next to me and see Jacq smiling but it was kind of a sad one I got shy and reached for he's sleeve holding onto it "well......Jacq can we.......I like to talk to you in private" I'm fidgeting and I can feel my hands getting a little clammy while my heart was racing in my chest "of course, lets head into my room, you can tell me in there" I nod and let go wile follow him in, Jacq sat down on hes bed then patted it for me to sit with him "make yourself comfortable Honan" Im blushing but sit down next to him "so what's on your mind" I fidget and i reach into my skirt pocket and pull out the small hexagon box "well....you wasn't forgotten......i made you some chocolets.....but i couldn't find you.....sorry there a little late" Jacq smiles wile i hand it over to him "Honan im touched, thank you" i smile at him and play with a strand of hair "there chilli chocolates.......I remember you saying you like spicy foods so" Jacq was surprised i remembered that and a gentle smile grew on hes face "you really did that for me" i nod and shyly smile, Jacq looks at the door and then puts the chocolates aside "thank you Honan......do you mind closing your eyes for a sec" i look up at him and hes softly smiling at me, I nod and close my eyes but i herd a draw open and then close then the feeling of Jacq sitting back down "i know i could get into trubble but Honan open your hands out" i slowly stretch my hands out and i feel something in them "you can open them now" when i did i saw a lovely purple heart shaped box with again Cyan ribbon with lilac detailing then the tag saying Honan, i look up at Jacq who's cheeks were a pretty pink hue, i smile and undo the beautiful ribbon then opened the box to an assorted fruits with a layer of chocolate over them "I remember you saying chocolate covered fruit was a favorite.......so i got theas wile i was out" I had a little tear in my eye and i wiped it away "thank you Jacq i love it and it means a lot you rememberd" i put the lid back on the box and picked up the stunning Cyan ribbon "you know that ribbon would look cute in your hair" i gulp as he takes it out of my hand and tells me to turn round, as i turned round i felt hes hands gently pick up some of my hair and softly put the ribbon in "there all done hahahah let's have a look" I turn back round to him and hes got that soft look in hes eyes again "you look lovely.......suits you Honan" i smile shyly and brush my fring out of the way "thank you jacq.......for the fruit and for this" i raise my hand up to the bow and smile "any time Honan you become a treasured friend and student......so wanted to get you something special" I look to my side shyly and smile, it was a good day i was able to give my chocolets to Jacq and he got me some too with a cute bow........im really starting to like him........I think.....I see him as something more as a friend now.

[haejjoon]

i powered through your entire fic yesterday cuz i finally had some time and WOAH???? ITS SO GOOD MAN!!!! i’m in love with goro and sojiros relationship, that part in chapter 2 (i think?) where goro has a nightmare and boss wakes him up made me so soft :((( i also got so hyped when goro passed out cuz i had a feeling thats when akira would pop up AND HE DIDDDD

your writing also gave me a huge rush of motivation, i finally picked up my story again and was working on it for like 3 hours last night !! it felt so good to sit down and just type out whatever was going through my brain. no other fic has given me that sort of feeling so THANK YOU!!! it was a fantastic way to dig myself out of burnout hell 💛

AW HEY DUDE thank you for the compliments aaaaaa <3 i'm glad i was able to help you with ur burnout in some way!! i get burnt out very easily through writing too so i get the struggle. hoping the best for you <3

(also yes the goro sojiro moment in chp 2 is one of my favorites as well...... its the first time sojiro sees goro for who he rly is--a broken-down kid--and its the first time he actually looks back on his behavior and assesses it as his guardian. the one thing that leaps out at me about sojiro's character if nothing else is his inherent kindness, and i wanted to illustrate that as clearly as possible. i'm glad you liked it :) )

[superbattrash]

So uh. The forth episode um. Honestly it gave me emotional whiplash

Sandy ep4

Okay now you’re just trying to make everything sound creepy to freak out Matty. Leave the poor birb alone, sandy

Oh jeez, how long has it been since this guy’s been out of jail?? I feel sorry for him because he’s so pathetic and polite but I just know he’s gonna fuck shit up

Protocols, right, cool, but did you just call yourself a king?? Kings, gods, endless… many names for you little sandy

Well that’s just creepy, what’s Voldemort doing down here?

A gong. Your door… your cave… your doorbell is a gong.

I wasn’t warned about this episode. Maybe I shouldn’t eat. Oh my pizza’s done!! Yum

His. His name is sq..dear god his parents must’ve hated him. He’s sort of insolent but he’s got a point - it’s not like you have any proof that you’re you, sandy

Please don’t let anything happen to the dog. Please don’t let anything happen to the dog. Don’t let anything happen to the damn dog. Or the woman okay, I like her, she’s really nice. Rosemary, yes, that’s her name, I like rosemary, leave her alone please

Oh no now he’s very much too honest. John, you’re freaking Rosemary out, please stop talking

Aw Matty, I would’ve thought the same thing, don’t worry. Omg, sandy played with an angel, didn’t he, that’s so nice. Great, it’s a trap 🙄 oh it’s not. No it is. Maybe. THIS IS CONFUSING

Now who’s this?? Oh man there is…. A lot to unpack here. Is this why you’re so pouty, sandy? You got your heart broken, you were betrayed?

Oh no, I don’t think I can watch this, I don’t want Susie or Rosemary to get hurt 🥲 Don’t do anything stupid, Rosemary, we do not want him to hurt you, okay, and he probably will, won’t he? Oh my gOD WHAT IS THIS FUCKING EPISODE John is freaking me out with his soft voice :/

Oh Matty talking in 3rd person to get the Tea 🍵😂 sandy actually answers?? Nice. I wasn’t all that far off, although “defied” is a little creepy, Morph.

Matthew’s little wobbly walk, I’m in love with this bird

Ok show me the devil, I’m ready

[caws] yeah me too Matty, me too

I see wings. I see creepy cave but I’m a Batman fan. I get it. Oh. OH!!!! OHH!!!!!! IT’S WIFEY. WIFEY IS THE DEVIL. OH HELL TO THE YEAH

oh they have a maze too? Nice, she’s creepy in a cool way

Look at how Sandy is smiling, he’s so weak for Lucifer, as am I honestly. They’re so tall 😵‍💫🥰

Oh they’re totally taunting him!!!! How very devil of you, Luci. Please tell me you’ll have tea or something later, you seem like you’d make great entertainment

Oh shit, that demon is right tho. He didn’t actually steal it, he just has it now

THAT IS NOT A GOOD DEAL, SANDY, DON’T ACCEPT THE TERMS

He’s choosing Lucifer, isn’t he? Of course he did, great, this is just… great

“Apologies”, my pale ass

God, Christie is just. So tall

DON’T LEAVE THE DOG WITH THE CRAZY MURDERER ROSEMARY WE CANT TRUST HIM but ugh he’s so!!? Stupidly weirdly nice but like. Not. Ya know what I mean??

OH GOD NO THIS WILL GO ALL WRONG, THE POLICE WILL DIE IF THEY TRY TO STOP HIM AAAAAA DON’T LET HER LEAVE WITH HIM WAIT NO DON’T SHOOT HIM!!!!!!!!

I really wanna trust his word here but there’s a dog in the car, man, don’t- oh okay back to Hell, for the love of god, this is. A lot

Matty wants to stay!!! Oh he’s so loyal and he barely even knows sandy 🥺✨ wait are they gonna fight fight? Or do some weird magic dance fight?

What. What is happening? What the fuh

Oh okay well that’s both creepy and weird but I guess it suits the vibes. Reminds me of madam Mim fighting Merlin tho just yaknow fyi

Great, he’s on fire

Be a dream or whatever, come on, think of something, you’re dying over here

YEAH LISTEN TO MATTHEW HE’S SAYING WHAT I’M SAYING, LISTEN TO MATTY

“I am Dream”, come on, you can do it

Oh. Hope. That works too I guess

Lucifer gave you an order you crazy demon, how stupid are you??

You better say thank you, that’s good, you should be polite, even in Hell. Hm, this is like the battle of the two most polite weirdos

Oh you almost made them cry, sandy, what the fuck

They’re. They’re not friends? I thought they’d be like. Teasing, taunting friends. That is so not it, okay, my bad, I didn’t read that right

That is such a motorcycle jacket

Matthew asking the real questions, because yeah, he looks like a weird kind of ant in that thing

Are you there before John??? Oh okay, I didn’t think you’d get there first

Oh FUCK OUCH never mind then

You can GO, Rosemary, drive AWAY, COME ON

How do you even alter a ruby, least of all Dream’s ruby?? I’m not trying to be mean but that sounds a little weird

Even John doesn���t get why you haven’t driven off yet WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE???? He’s. He’s?? Giving her the??? The thing??? This is. This is so confusing but yay Rosemary and Susie both survive

[xbloodandteax]

I think I’m gonna do it. It’s time. I gotta break up with him ;-; ⚠️long post⚠️

I talked with mom. We even looked at a house we could buy together. She said I’m 23 and a relationship shouldn’t stress me out so bad.

Current issues include: I pay for EVERYTHING. I didn’t mind buying groceries because he spends like $500 a month towards he car, right. But I spend like $200 every week to support us ;-; I’m not struggling but aaaaaa. It’s hard. I gave him opportunity to work where I do making $17 but he doesn’t wanna do it. Of course he gave me a bit of money this week ;-; he fixed up some of his bills but ah. Also, I just regret moving in, a year of struggles beyond my comprehension. He’s not a great father, I had to parent his daughter which was hard when I also worked thirds and we had her every other week. I’m not gonna ask for the $3000 back even though I could really use it. He’s a bum y’all 😭 he doesn’t find anything I do bother some and I think it’s cuz I cook, clean, and support him. He has a short temper with his daughter but not me????? I don’t like kissing and my libido has disappeared off the face of the earth. This only happened with my last ex when I fell out of love with him :/ he was easier to break up with doe 😭

J is very caring and has always supported me. We’ve had good times, but the stress and loneliness out ways that. He never gets off his game when I wanna spend time with him but if I wanna do something alone and he wants me to spend time with him, he gets pouty. He got pouty when I asked him to stuff picking and tickling me. I can never set boundaries without him taking it as I hate him. I faked every orgasm and he thinks he knows my body so well. I felt bad for him ;-; I have to set up everything around us just so he can have it easy. I’ve had to stage him like he’s a good father and I believed it myself, he’s not, never really was. He loves her but puts no effort, AND I DID, I don’t even really like kids but I loved her enough to make an effort.

Now I resent both of them, not to her fault at all but to his. I see her as something I have to care for in place of him and it’s ruined it.

Hanging out with him before I moved in was so fun and careless now I’m insane and mean. I wanna be free god I want to be free. And happy. And soft and kind. I was doing so good and I’ve lived for a man. And I’m riddled with guilt.

I’m even guilt cleaning his old matress so it’ll be clean when I leave. When…not if….

Mom said I can keep my girl kitties, I hope he’ll care for the boys. I’ll miss my Loki :< he was his anyways right before I moved in. We were gonna be a happy family….

It was so right the first month then shit hit the fan. Shit I never thought I’d deal with. Now I’m $3000 down the drain 😔🫡 I’ll miss everything but I havnt even shed that many tears talking about it. Havnt had good memories in at least a year. Plus we’re not married or have kids and only dated for 2 years. The first year was great ;-; damn. Him and his babymama dated 5 and had a kid and it still didn’t work. I just have to tell him…

[lasagnadenoodles]

Aaaaaa new chapter AND new cover

Chapter 4

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No matter how fast he ran, those bare trees seemed so far away from Zion. The air was so cold, he could taste blood in his mouth as his heart worked overtime. But he had to keep going. He had to keep running. Run until he could hide in those trees and hope the snow falling from the sky now would eventually bury him in the cold, dark earth. 

The tears in his eyes felt like they were freezing as soon as they spilled out, shaking his head while he muttered in heavy and quick breaths: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

It was too late for sorry now, little lamb. 

His little world was only a murky beige and grey as he kept running, hardly able to feel his feet now. But those damn trees were too far for him to catch. He realized that when he heard his name being called it was getting closer. 

Now the blood on his back felt hot. 

Zion awoke with a jolt, his breath caught in his throat as his eyes snapped open. He stared at the ceiling for a while as he shifted his breath to a normal tempo, his eyes flickering as he studied every crack and spot. 

As he sat up in his bed, he realized it had been a while since he had had a nightmare like that. He could have sworn he left all that behind in New York. He let out a hoarse sigh, pushing inky strands of hair back; the kind of hair he just could never get to cooperate, and got out of bed. 

It was Sunday, after all. But there was no rest for him. 

He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he was hoping Rosemary would be at his sermon. Even after the sun came up, bringing the unforgiving heat with it, his parishioners rolled up the gravel road leading up to the white chapel. He stood in the shade on the porch, greeting those who came in and watching the children in their Sunday best chase each other under the massive willow tree right by the holy building. Even once they all came and sat on the old, wooden pews, he kept his eyes out for a head full of wild red curls. But disappointment was all he found. 

He should have known she wouldn't come, the witch she was. He wondered what she even did with the bible he gave her. Probably chucked it the second he was out of view, or maybe drew satanic ruins on it all in spite of him. Wicked lamb she was. He only grew more frustrated thinking about her and was losing his focus on the sermon. He would deal with her later. 

The air was thick and humid by the time the sermon was over and everyone had left the chapel. Zion went back to the podium to collect his notes and bible, letting out a heave of a sigh as he rested his forehead against it.

"Lord, I'm not gonna make it..." He muttered to himself, feeling the sweat on his back trickle down. 

"Hello?" called out the smallest voice. Zion's head snapped up, his pear-green eyes wide hearing the sudden voice. There stood Rosemary, closing the wooden doors behind her as a small smile crept over her lips "I'm a bit late, huh?"

A scowl stretched over his face, slowly shaking his head. He knew better, she wasn't really here for church. There was something written across her face that screamed otherwise. But he decided to play her games. "And why are you late?"

"Well..." she shrugged sheepishly as she walked down the aisle. Zion's harsh gaze roamed her up and down. If she was here to attend a sermon, her attire was much too inappropriate. Her tiny black dress showed too much leg and cleavage. He took notice how...round her features were. Every nook and cranky on her was a soft and pale curve. Even her nose and eyes held no straight lines, no harshness to her. He blinked when he realized he hadn't heard a word she had just told him. 

"What was that?" he asked with a quick shake of his head.

"I said everyone in this town looks at me as if I've killed their firstborn son?" she repeated with an arch of her brow "It's why I didn't come to your sermon. I didn't think anyone would be comfortable with me sitting in these here pews."

"They would have been happy to have you here."

"You don't know them the way I do." She said as she approached the podium, getting up on her tiptoes. She crossed her arms and rested them on the edge of the podium, her chin nestled on top. "I did you a favor, Father. But I'm here now, aren't I?"

Zion didn't like how close she was to him like this. How comfortable she was lounging on his podium. His scowl only deepened, then he noticed something tucked in her elbow. 

"What is that?"  

"I made you some bread." She smiled up at him "I thought maybe it would make up for being late."

"You made bread instead of coming to my sermon, I assume?" he asked in a deadpan tone. 

"Hey, it's better than out sinning, Father." 

"You're still sinning as long as you're not accepting Christ and continuing your witchcraft. Being endearing like this isn't making up for any of it."

"You think I'm cute?" Rosemary grinned widely up at him. The priest's face flushed at the implication that he thought she was cute. He felt she was far from that. 

"I did not say such a thing." He replied defensively. 

She only kept up that shit-eating grin, her head slightly tilting to the side. 

"Well, I think you're cute." she added cheerfully. "Anyway, you hungry? I worked up my appetite walking all the way here." 

Zion's face reddened even further, unable to fully admit to himself how much her playful teasing made him squirm. 

"I..." he trailed off, trying to piece himself back together after being caught in her flirty trap. 

"Come on now, I want you to try this bread I made you. Let's eat outside, it's stuffy in here. I may burst into flames if I stand in here any longer." She said with a playful smirk, pushing herself off the podium and headed for the doors. Zion felt like he couldn't say no to this. He began to wonder if he kept up this friendly little act, she would start to submit. It wasn't his usual forte, but whatever got her to admit her soul was spoiled. 

They went outside together, the sun peeking through the clouds as the cicadas sounded like white noise to Zion. Rosemary found herself a seat under the willow tree, sitting right down and began to take the tea towel off the basket that held the loaf of bread. Zion stared down at her for a moment, not truly liking the idea of sitting in the grass. Yet he did as she did, keeping some distance between them as he folded his legs. 

"It's honey-lavender bread. I hope you like it." she said as she took a butter knife out of the basket and sliced him a piece. He took the piece of bread from the witch and took the smallest of bites. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the bread in his hands, Rosemary happily eating her own slice. 

"This is...divine. Truly divine." He admitted, taking a second bite to taste it in full "You made this all by yourself?"

"Yes sir, I did." She boasted with pride, taking another bite of her slice "I like to bake when I get the chance. I usually don't when it's this hot out, but I made an exception for you, Father." 

Zion glared at her from the side of his eyes, indulging in another bite of her bread. He swallowed, taking a breath to speak but she beat him to it. 

"You got any hobbies? You know I like gardening and baking. Now you tell me what you do." She insisted on him telling her, licking off some crumbs on her bottom lip. "Besides praying and reading the bible."

Zion brushed the crumbs off his black trousers, thinking for a moment if he should answer her question. 

"Well, my religion and priesthood is something I consider a hobby as well." he answered in all seriousness, his thin lips pressing together as if to hold back any more words. But when those cobalt blue eyes of hers laid on him, he felt a weakness he had never known before "...when I was younger, I drew a lot. Lately I find myself writing a bit more though." 

"You're an artist?" she gasped as her eyes grew wide with excitement "Oh, tell me more! What did you draw? Do you still draw?"

Zion's pale cheeks heated up with embarrassment, pretending there was an interesting shaped cloud up in the sky to hide his face. "Like I said, it was only when I was younger. I don't really remember what I drew, it was so long ago." 

"Well, what do you write now?" she leaned forward, her fingers slowly raking through the grass. 

"All sorts of things, I guess." he shrugged "I usually just keep a journal of my theological studies. Sometimes I just...write whatever comes to mind. About how I feel, what I felt the Lord had told me. Sometimes my dreams, too."

"Oh, you'll have to read it to me sometime. Especially about the dreams, I love hearing people's dreams." she gushed "So much symbolism behind them, or they're even prophetic."

"I'm not reading you anything I've written." he snorted, turning his head back to her "If anything, I'd like to know if you read that bible I gave you."

"I did." she answered with a nod. Zion opened his mouth to give her another lecture at how uncooperative she was, until he realized that she said she did. 

"...you did now?"

"Mhm," she nodded again "Funny stuff, I gotta say."

"It's not a comedy." his eyes shot daggers at her "What on earth did you find so humorous about it?" 

"Well, I just find the whole thing...hypocritical." 

"How? How is any of it hypocritical?" 

"Well, to be fair I just kinda skimmed over a few pages. But Jesus walked on water? He turned water into wine? Broke a piece of fish and bread and was able to feed hundreds of people? Now that's witchcraft, Father." she pointed to him as she leaned to the side, propping her elbow into the grass and rested her head on her hand. 

  Zion felt his already short fuse with sinners like her nearing its end. He took a breath, trying to have some sort of patience with her. 

"It wasn't witchcraft. He was performing miracles." 

"With magic." 

"Miracles are not magic. Magic is evil, all magic is evil!" he snapped, waving his hand.

"Who's to say I'm not performing miracles?" she asked, pointing to herself as a grin slowly melted over her lips. 

"Do not flatter yourself, devil woman." 

"So what, only Jesus and priests like you can be the only ones here doing what is technically witchcraft, but you get off Scot-free if you call it a miracle?" 

"Miracles are made from the Lord. Magic is made from the devil. You're making it much more complicated than it is." 

"But I told you, I don't worship the devil." She reminded him. He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath. 

"You are truly the worst sinner I have ever met. You know that?" He opened his eyes once more. Rosemary just looked back at him like he had complimented her. 

"So why are you sitting here with me eating bread I made you instead of ridding me of this town?" she asked, though there was a sense of a challenge laced in her voice. He looked at her through his brows, not enjoying just how much she did challenge him and his words. He wanted to cleanse this town of her, surrender her to the devil if she keeps putting up a fight. And yet...she made him bread. 

"It is a....temporary break from my duties." his gaze softened as he mumbled the words "I will not hesitate to take action against you if you do something.... unholy." 

"Well, I suppose Sunday is the day of rest." She smirked, as if she should be the one letting him off the hook "I'll be waiting for the day you force me into holy waters or chase me out of this godforsaken town with your torch and pitchfork, Father" 

"I shall be awaiting the day with a steady heart and strong resolve, witch." Zion couldn't stop the grin tugging at the corners of his lips when he said this. He truly meant this; he will cleanse that depraved soul of her whether she liked it or not. But he liked the way the light shining through the willow tree danced on her. 

Rosemary pushed herself off the ground, now resting her back against the bark of the tree, her eyes locked onto him the whole time "So Father, where did you say you were from again?" 

"I never said."

"So tell me." 

"What I did tell you was that it doesn't matter to you."

"It does if I'm asking."

"Do you ever know when to quit?"

"Obviously not." 

Zion let out a sharp breath and crossed his arms. "I'm from New York."

"You got any family back up in New York that would miss you? Parents? Maybe an ex-girlfriend who's heart you broke when you decided to become a priest?"

His face dusted pink when she said this. He had noticed she was rather perceptive, but now it was like she was trying to tap into his deepest insecurities.

"I did have a girlfriend before I became a priest...a long time ago now." he admitted, trying to keep his tone firm and unfeeling as he spoke. 

"You did?" she gasped, seeming surprised with herself that she was right "Oh, now I gotta hear everything about your old beau. What was she like?"

Zion was caught off guard by how pushy she was being. But he was too tired and hot to put up much of a fight. 

"It was a long time ago now. I hardly remember." he answered shortly. "She was nice to be around. She was a devoted catholic too. But I felt the calling to be a priest sometime after high school, so I broke up with her. It wasn't an easy time for either one of us. But it was the right thing for me." 

"Oh, I can imagine." She nodded, sounding surprisingly compassionate towards this "Shame priest can't be with a woman. Not even for a good time."

A sense of uncomfort stirred in Zion's belly when Rosemary sounded so sympathetic about the situation. He was beginning to wonder how much she actually cared for him. Was she really so interested about his history? Or was it another attempt to get under his skin? 

"I must uphold my duty of celibacy for the sake of the church. My duties to God come all above else, and God knows it was not an easy choice to make."

"Hm, God truly knows how to take the fun out of everything," She sighed solemnly "All just to show that you're a loyal servant."

"I would much rather be a loyal servant to Him than be some sinful, pleasure-obsessed man. But of course, you do not seem to have the same mindset..." he narrowed his eyes on her. 

"I enjoy life's pleasures and everything it has to offer." she said simply as she looked up at the swaying branches above her "I love good food, good sex, and the freedom I have to choose who I want to be in this lifetime."

The priest felt his mouth twitch into a half smile. It was ironic, the witch's definition of a perfect world was utterly opposite to his. A world of pleasure, a world free of morality and responsibility. But to him, that was a perfect image of hell.

"As I said, our lifestyles are completely different. You live for pleasure, and I live for virtue. Pleasure and virtue do not mix."

"Maybe not. But they make good company." she smiled softly at him. His eyes bore into her, her cheeks red and glossy with sweat as she turned her head and looked at him. She gave him a smile, and he did not return one to her. She didn't seem too bothered by this. 

"Well, I best get back now. I heard on the radio this morning that there's a storm coming this afternoon." she said as she stood up and stretched her long legs. "You keep the bread, I'll come back for the pan later. Or you can come drop by with it, whichever you'd like." 

As she stood and got ready to leave, Zion let out a soft sigh, feeling relieved and disappointed simultaneously as the witch's presence was no longer pressing down on him. 

"You go on ahead then. I should be going as well." he said as he stood up as well, brushing the dirt off his bottom. Rosemary gave him one last big smile as she waved, turning to the grey and gravel road.

"Bye now, Father. Stay outta trouble, you hear?" she called out to him. He gave her a single wave and watched her until she was just a small figure in the distance. The strange sensation he felt in his chest remained as he watched her leave. Was he feeling loneliness? Or something else? It was something he couldn't put his finger on...

Zion needed to go pray before he lost his mind.

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