#i wish o knew how to calm down so I could at least get a good nights sleep for once

[cherrysnax]

when chevy seems to b blocked up from workin on SYS they tend to work on one of our future projects and boy howdy hav they done a bunch of work on it.. for some reason trying to work on it stresses me out even more 😭😭 her brain astounds me every day

[icallhimjoey]

I feel like Joe's the type of guy during a heatwave to complain about the heat but still insist on cuddles. And I just imagine both parties being grumpy from the heat but also from not being able to just cuddle.

lil short one! sticky sweaty cuddles with a lil side of grump! Wordcount: 1.5K

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That Better?

"Where do you think you're going?" you can barely make out the words Joe's mouth tries to shape. He's pressed up against your chest, his whole cheek stuck to your skin in a way that makes his lips go funny.

It's uncomfortable. Way too hot and sticky. Outside you can see another flash, and hear the sky rumble in the distance. No rain yet, though. Just humidity.

"Joe," you warn when he tightens his grip on you as you try to move away a little. "Please, it's too hot." You use both hands to find his shoulders to create some space in between the two of you.

It's difficult, because you're fatigued with the heat, and Joe is stronger than you.

"The fan's on." Joe argues, though it's dry and flat, no energy to put any heat behind his words. It's already hot enough.

He holds on, quite tightly at that, and you huff a breath into his face as you relax again. You're too weak. The room already feels stifling and heavy without a person stuck to you, but Joe's lying right on top, and you desperately need the fan to hit the areas of your body that he's covering with all of his right now.

But Joe doesn't want to move.

He's grumpy for it too, but he needs the cuddles to get to sleep, no matter how warm and sweaty and gross it feels.

Which, it does.

Everything feels damp.

It's silent for a while, until you can feel a drop of sweat make its way down your scalp, sliding through your hair slowly and then picking up speed when it gets to your neck.

It's disgusting.

"I'm not even moving and I can feel myself sweat." you complain, but Joe just hums. Adds, "Yea, it's sweltering." in agreement. He can feel you sweat too, but knows that it just means that the fan feels nicer for it. He doesn't add that bit of information - fan feels like a sensitive subject now. You had just had a big fight over whether or not to sleep with the floor fan on.

It wasn't exactly a silent one - the fan or the fight.

Joe desperately wishes for the fan to be moved out of the bedroom; it's a big floor fan that sounds like an airplane taking off, he'd always say. But you need it on. You'll take the loud constant whir that will bring you an actual breeze over suffering in a dead silent humid room that feels more like a sauna than anything else.

"Baby, you know I can't sleep with it on. It's too loud."

"Can't sleep with a fan on, but can fall asleep in the middle of The Expendables." you'd sarcastically said, making a face at him. The Expendables was basically a whole film of big loud explosions. He'd insisted on watching it the other day, and then fell asleep about 15 minutes into it.

"You know that's not-" Joe sighed with frustration. "That's hardly the same."

You could feel the sweat sit between your toes, it was that hot.

"Joe, without the fan on, I don't even want to touch my own body! Let alone yours!"

You fought, back and forth until you'd cut it off by going for a cold shower. When you got out, you found Joe in bed with all the lights off and the fan on, and you silently accepted Joe's kind compromise.

When you'd laid down on the bed, Joe had immediately rolled half onto you, and you knew that in return for the fan being on, he wanted to at least be able to fall asleep the way he wanted to. Needed to.

Touching.

All snuggled up.

Breathing your breath, limbs crossing limbs, bare skin pressing into bare skin. Feeling heartbeats and hearing heartbeats, until one of you can't feel their arm anymore from lying on a shoulder weird. Joe needs the comfort of a whole person to make a psychical connection with to feel instantly at ease.

It not his fault that you calm him down so much. That he loves you.

And you love Joe too.

But it's definitely too fucking hot for any of it. You feel too grumpy, and you know Joe isn't in the best mood either.

Joe might feel at ease, but you don't feel at ease at all.

You're still holding out hope that the clouds that had threatened rain all day will actually give way. The heat needs to break already. So far, no luck though. Just some flashes and some rumbling thunder up high in the sky.

You're not a fan.

You don't like thunder storms. There's something so very threatening about them. Every loud crash makes you jump a little, surprising you every single time.

Joe knows.

He remembers the first time he'd been around you during bad weather, and he had watched you from up close for a little while until something inside of him took over.

I, big giant man. You, small little defenseless woman. Must protect.

Cave man behaviour.

Cute when you're after a little babying, but absolutely awful when the heat and the humidity had you in an awful mood. Like right now.

Another flash lights up your bedroom for a split second, and you can hear how the storm's getting a little closer.

"I'm not scared, you know," you comment softly, and Joe just hums again. Acknowledges what you're telling him, but keeps you close for his own comfort. Doesn't seem to care if you're scared or not - just pretends that you are, because he likes that a little better.

He ducks into his shoulders a little more, curls up to you a little more, and you can feel how the side of his face slides against your chest.

Slides.

You try to hold back an audible wince at how much you hate that, and you endure Joe's weight for a little while longer. But then, slowly, the itch under your skin becomes too much and it builds until you feel like you're about to burst.

"I can't," you suddenly sputter, pushing at Joe's shoulders again. "Sorry babe, but I cannot." you say definitively, groaning as you move to sit up. This time, Joe lets you go.

When you see Joe's sad little face, half of you wants to reach out to wrap your whole self around him. But the other half wants you to go sit in the freezer.

Unfortunately for Joe, the latter wins.

"M'sorry, just..." you turn in the bed and find a piece of cold mattress to lie down on, your head near the foot of the bed now, your feet near your pillow. You get the best bit of air from the fan from there too, right in your face, and it feels a little better.

It really does help that you're damp all over.

Makes the air actually cool you down.

You suppose that's what sweat's meant to do in the first place, so it makes sense.

Joe watches you from his spot.

Watches as you starfish on top of the bed in the dark, hair blowing in the breeze, and Joe wants to frown, because this isn't what he wants. But then he sees how the creases on your face slowly disappear, and just witnessing you be a little more comfortable makes his own frown smooth out a bit too.

"That better?" Joe asks, and you're not sure if it's a sarcastic question or not. If saying yes will hurt his feelings or not. You detect a little hidden bite in there though, so you don't answer.

Instead, you sigh a little contently and say, "Come over here."

Joe doesn't need telling twice.

In an instant, his legs have swung around on the bed and he finds a nice much cooler spot next to you.

"Here," you say, and you hold out your hand.

Joe gives it a glance before looking at your face. He knows you've only just showered, but your hair's mostly dry already. He notices it now as it drapes over the edge of the bed, swaying in the wind. You may be sweaty, grumpy, sticky, and uncomfortable, but you're still gorgeous. It's almost annoying how he likes the way the heat makes you look.

"Hold my hand." you say when it takes too long for Joe to grab hold of it.

It's your compromise.

Joe smiles.

Takes it.

It's not as nice, but Joe will take it, fingers intertwining as your palms glue together.

"That better?" he asks again, and this time there's no doubt about his intentions, voice much sweeter and softer, no hidden bite left in there at all.

"Hmm." It's your turn to hum now, agreeing as you add, "Better."

Joe gets to touch you.

You get the fan on.

It's not the best of both worlds - it's still fucking boiling - but it's definitely better than before.

And then, just when you think, maybe you actually could fall asleep like this, you can hear the soft patter of a few raindrops hitting the bedroom window.

Just a few at first, but it quickly picks up into a gentle, rhythmic pattern as the sound grows.

You squeeze Joe's hand, and there's still a slight slick to your palms and fingers, kind of clammy, definitely warm.

But it's kind of nice to be stuck together like this.

Joe squeezes back, and you let a happy sigh escape you.

You can actually fall asleep like this.

"Much better."

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[gay-dorito-dust]

in journal 3 ford got hit on his forehead by a “vampire” bat if it actually was a vampire bat & he got turned how would he react? Would he hide from his s/o or just ignore the elephant in the room. Tbh i want your thoughts on how this scenario would play out cus everything u write is awesome. (If you do write for this could it be with enby reader with they/them pronouns? Thank u if u write this in advance have a lovely day/afternoon/night!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ )

I think there are instances in journal three where it’s hinted that Ford had tried/experimented with human blood or something of a similar nature. So it’s not out of the realm of possibility that Ford has to fight back his new…urges.

Ford knew something was wrong after his encounter with a vampire bat, he had gotten hit but he didn’t think much about the hit until he noticed subtle differences within him from moments prior.

He could smell the faintest of smells, hear the smallest of sounds amongst silence, and so much more that it was almost overwhelming for him to understand because of how much was happening simultaneously; almost as if his sense were cranked up to eleven and put into overdrive.

Ford even felt stronger, less fatigue and bodily aches, as though he wasn’t in the body of a 60 something year old senior citizen. Yeah he did try to keep himself healthy as possible but age catches up to everyone regardless of their dietary preferences, it was only natural for all humans, and yet here he felt as though he was transported into a body thirty years younger then he actually was.

It unnerved him a little to say the least but unfortunately Ford couldn’t act upon his fright as he could hear you call for him from the shack, which was a good couple of feet away, but his heightened hearing made it seem as though you were right in front of him with how crisp you sounded in his ears; almost like a melody carried upon the winds to greet him from a hard day.

Yet your voice wasn’t the only thing he could hear, but Ford could also hear your heart at it hard at work in keeping blood flowing throughout your entire body. Such an innocent sound was yet enough to bring up a visceral urge within Ford that blossomed within his chest, brining forth an almost animalistic hunger to test just how delicious you’d taste.

Ford had to force himself to blink out of the haze he has found himself under the moment he heard you call, forcing himself to calm down and ignore the ache to act upon this urge, however he didn’t wish to worry you or let you suspect something was wrong with him at least not until he figured out what he was undergoing first. So when he was close enough you brought him in to a tight, welcoming hug like you always did whenever he came back from his recent anomaly hunts.

‘Welcome back Ford,’ you said as you pulled away, ‘did you catch that pesky vampire bat?’

Ford however was once again lost in the haze from before as a devilish voice within his head told him, no encouraged him to tempt the taste of human flesh, of human blood and end the curiosity that lingered within his head of how you’d taste in comparison to others. This voice and urge blocked everything else out within his head as his eyes honed on your bared neck, swearing to himself that he could see your pulse move beneath the skin, the action wasn’t anything to behold at; and yet it was still enough to have Ford’s breath come out a little uneven as his pupils were blown wide open from behind his frames.

His prolonged silence scared you as your smile faded. ‘Ford?’ You asked softly.

He blinks twice. ‘Yes my dear?’

The feeling of unease didn’t fade from you, if anything it lingered in the air between you as your mind suspected that something had happened to Ford during his hunt, something that had altered him somehow in ways you could’ve understand and it was beginning to worry you. However you only smiled at him in hopes that you could safely get down to his lab later on tonight and consult the journal about his…change in habits should you catch them through observation.

‘I said did you catch that vampire bat.’ You reiterated as you squeezed his hand, feeling your stomach drop when you felt just how cold he had become but steeled yourself as not to raise suspicious within your dearly beloved.

‘It got away, unfortunately. I lost sight of it but I’ll be sure to get it next time.’ Ford replied, instinctively reaching up to rub at his forehead where he had gotten hit by the bat in question, not that you needed to know that but he joked it was good enough to satisfy you for the time being.

‘I’m sure you will fordy, you always do.’ You replied comfortingly as you dragged him into the shack, replaying the image of him rubbing his forehead within your mind along with the intense stare towards your neck, more specifically your pulse point; something was wrong, very, very wrong and suddenly you were thankful that Ford had taught you everything he knew when it came to the supernatural, all in hopes that it would one day save you in the future.

Ford on the other hand thought he had you under the guise that he was okay, that nothing was out of the ordinary either him which he hated doing, but if something was actually going to happen to him he would have to consult the journal later tonight for help. Ford didn’t want you to see him as anything but your lover should anything come to pass and he became something more then human, he wanted you to be safe and as far from him as possible should he take a path of no return.

He knew he couldn’t keep this under wraps for much longer as each second with you was agony, everything within his was screaming at him to drain you do every ounce of blood you held within your body and then some, but he was trying his hardest to resist the temptation, the curiosity and desire to consume you in your entirety.

He didn’t want you to come to harm in any possible way, even if that harm was coming from himself, he didn’t want to be the reason you were in pain or worse and so he’ll try his hardest to conceal this secret form you as long as possible.

But with Halloween coming closer, Ford fears that the truth would come to light for you sooner rather then later but even then he wasn’t quite sure how much he could hold back for before breaking; after all the journal can only help one so far before they were left on their own with a creature of the dark.

[buccini555]

— 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝟐

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡

︵͡ ⁺ 𝟎.𝟏 — 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

౨ৎ . You ended up having an argument and after they said something rude to you, you left and during the night they found you drinking in a bar with someone else

✧ 𝅄 ׁ ˳ H e a d c a n o n s !!

⁀➴ 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Kakucho Hitto, Manjiro Sano, Kazutora Hanemiya and Takeomi Akashi

tw: alcohol citation, alcohol abuse, fights with insults, excessive jealousy, offensive words

𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"What the hell is wrong with you? Shut the fuck up, please, you are so fuking boring, girl." Ran didn't like wasting his time on silly arguments, so he just behaved as coldly as possible, after getting tired of his attitudes, that night you went alone to a bar you used to frequent, so as not to waste your night, you asked some drinks.

After a few drinks, you were already high enough, when unexpectedly Ran finally found you, as soon as he saw you talking to a guy who by an unfortunate coincidence, belonged to a rival gang, at the same moment the tallest one went to get you, dragging you out of that bar.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Shit! Don't you get tired of giving me disappointments?" Ran said while holding you, then taking you to your house and taking care of you throughout the night.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

"You don't love anyone but yourself, you know how I feel? What the fuck!" Sanzu told you in the middle of the worst argument you and him had, getting up from that bar table and leaving, leaving you completely shaken, but, to simply not waste that night, you made the decision to order some drinks, just to calm down .

After a few bottles, you knew you had exceeded your limits, when without waiting, Sanzu returned to the place, as soon as he returned, he saw you still drinking, but to make matters worse, you were talking to one of the bosses of one of the city's gangs, Haruchiyo took a deep breath and patiently took you out of that place.

"...When you're behaving like a fucking decent person, we'll talk." Sanzu said, taking you home and making sure you were okay.

𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

"Sometimes I just can't deal with you!" Kakucho definitely did his best to avoid arguments, but at that moment, he simply couldn't contain his words, it honestly hurt you, despite that, you wouldn't end your night, for that reason, he went to one of the bars that were close to your house.

After a few drinks, you were almost completely out of it, after spending a few hours looking for you, when Kakucho finally found you, you were sitting next to one of the members of one of the most dangerous gangs in the city, as soon as he saw you, Kakucho didn't hesitate to pick you up.

He remained completely silent the entire ride home, staying up all night taking care of you until you got better.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"I don't want to hear your voice anymore, don't you understand what I'm saying, stupid bitch?" At the height of that argument, you no longer wanted to hear him, so you just left, during the night in search of distraction, you went to one of the bars in the city, ordering some drinks.

After a few hours, you were already completely drunk, not caring about anything, when suddenly, Manjiro just walked through that door, as soon as he saw you with another guy, he definitely didn't think twice before taking you away.

"I really can't leave you alone for a second, can I?" He said as he carried you home, spending the night trying to at least take care of you.

𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

"If I knew our shitty relationship was going to be hell, I would never wish I had met you." Kazutora said, being as cold as he could be, making you leave that night, despite that, you didn't want to just waste that moment, so, you went to a bar near your house.

Soon, after a few good drinks, you were already drunk enough when Kazutora showed up to get you out of that unhealthy place, realizing that you were drinking with one of the bosses of a rival gang, making him take you away at the same time.

"...I wonder if you don't think so, do you? I should never have said those things, but what the hell!" He said as he took you home, Kazutora would remain by your side throughout the night.

𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

"Stop behaving like you mean something to me, you're nothing but a stupid doll to me." Was all he said before you left, Takeomi was really going to ruin your night, but in order not to waste any more time, you just went to have fun at a bar near your house.

After drinking more than you could, Takeomi felt sorry and went to look for you, but as soon as he arrived at the place, he saw you talking to a member of another gang, he immediately dragged you out of the bar by your arm, making as big a fuss as possible.

"You're nothing but stupid! I should leave you there." Takeomi said as he made you walk, taking you home and staying by your side throughout the night complaining about your behavior.

[mouwrites]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Ninjago x fem!reader in which the reader is a super nice cutesy person, but is really scary when she gets mad. Basically, she's the embodiment of "looks like a cinnamon roll, but could actually kill you"

Yes ofc!

Ninjago - Ninjas With a Sweet and Terrifying s/o

Kai

Don't get me wrong, he loves it when you're cute, but he ADORES it when you get mad

He just gets this starstruck/amazed face with rosy cheeks while he watches you

But the first time he saw you get mad he was terrified

Once you cooled down again he realized that it was kind of... hot?

Honestly he probably tries to get you mad again at least once

He wouldn't want it directed at him, of course, so he'd come up with some crazy scheme to get you mad at one of the other ninjas

And of course it totally backfires and you end up blowing up at him

And then he never messes with you again

(dw, he came clean about the plan and you guys talked it out)

You think it's kind of funny that he's attracted to your "demon mode"

One time you winked at him after absolutely DESTROYING someone in battle, and he just. exploded.

Like, he actually burst into flames.

You, being the sweetheart that you are, rushed to his side to make sure he was okay, and you never did it again

(he secretly wishes you would though)

Jay

Jay has a thing for girls that could kill him I think

So while he thought you were pretty cute, he really only fell in love with you when he saw you mad for the first time

He was honestly less terrified and more enamored

In that moment he decided two things:

One, that he'd never make you mad (on purpose) because he would actually die

And two, that he had to make you fall in love with him

He definitely pulls the "My girlfriend could totally beat you up!!" card when he's in trouble

And if his enemies see you, of course they just laugh

But they're not laughing when they're in a pile on the floor, bruised like peaches put through a drying machine

Meanwhile you and Jay are just skipping away, hand in hand, like two giddy schoolkids

He always reminds you how cool you are too

"That was awesome, Y/n! You're so cool... <3"

Cole

He finds your duality interesting

He loves your cute side, especially when you're being all affectionate with each other

Getting all fluffy with you is definitely one of his favorite pass-times

But he also totally respects your tough side

He learns pretty quick to get out of your way when you're mad, especially in battle

He'll just get all quiet and take a few steps back, whispering to the other ninjas to do the same

Ever since you first got mad in front of him he knew this was necessary if he didn't want to get blended like a smoothie

He likes keeping your dangerous side secret; he loves the dumbfounded looks on peoples' faces when they see you mad

And when they give him the "did you know about this??" look, he just nods with a smirk

It's an expression that seems to say "yep, that's my girlfriend. she is insane and I love her."

And when you start to cool down, he'll approach carefully to check if you're okay (emotionally and physically)

If you're hurt, bandaging you up is a good excuse reason for Cole to be by your side while you try to relax

Zane

Zane is truly terrified of you

He loves you, but he has a deeply internalized vow to never tick you off

He was shocked to silence the first time he saw you mad, and he couldn't speak for a long time after either

You eventually had to ask him if something was wrong, and he just stared at you

"Does that... happen a lot?"

You laugh sheepishly, reassuring him that you weren't like that all the time

The sweetness of your voice puts him at ease

Your bubbly personality always manages to calm him when he gets scared of you

After a while he doesn't get scared as often; he just stays out of your way (advising others to do the same) and looks forward to seeing your cute smile again :)

And he even starts to appreciate your tough side, especially if/when you prove yourself useful on missions

He'll just watch you silently, at once grateful for and fearful of your rampage

Lloyd

He finds your stark two-sidedness somewhat alarming

Especially because he thinks he's good at reading people; when he first met you, he was certain that you were just this sweet girl

And then when he saw you mad, his mind was blown

He felt like he didn't know you at all

But, if anything, that was just motivation for him to actually get to know you

He loves all the intricacies of both of your sides

Your cute side he loves because he can get all soft and cuddly with you :)

And your harsh side he loves because you know how to stand up for yourself, and you certainly know how to get what you want

He's usually the first one at your side when you start to calm down

He'll be beaming with pride but trying to speed up your cooldown at the same time

He'll tell you that it's all right now, and you can relax

And then he'll kiss your cheek, smiling when you switch back to your sweet side and kiss him back

Nya

She's ecstatic to meet someone like her

She's definitely someone who's capable of sweetness and destruction, depending on her (often unpredictable) temper

Because of her touchy temper, she's more prone to destruction though...

But that just means she knows what to do when you're mad

She steps out of your way most of the time, but she also loves to get involved

Especially if she has the slightest reason to be mad too

You guys are a force of nature when you're both mad

And only you can get each other to cool down, because you understand each other

Nya knows how to relax you, and while she typically indulges in rage with you, she also knows that sometimes you just need to chill out

She's probably the only person brave enough to approach you when you're mad, let alone to try and calm you down

But you always cool off at least a little at the sight of her

And it's the same for her; she only listens to you when she's mad

Soon enough you two are back to being sweet girlfriends 😌 (just ignore the broken stuff surrounding you)

[linawritestwst]

Headcanons of Leona, Silver, and Jamil with an s/o who loves to pet their heads and sing them a lullaby as they sleep.

leona, silver and jamil x s/o who pets their heads and sings them a lullaby when they sleep (gn!reader)

yes this is in fact another utena gif also girl help i somehow got sick again or maybe i just haven't fully recovered even though i thought i did

leona kingscholar.

♡ leona knew that you were an affectionate person and no matter how often he said that you can be really annoying when you act like that, he somehow managed to get used to it. he even kinda.. likes it now don't listen to him he likes it a lot. falling asleep with you in his arms became a normal thing and even though he always blames you for starting it, he actually loves cuddling with you. he likes your lullabies too, but again, he won't tell you. at first he couldn't understand how people can fall asleep after hearing a lullaby at all, he was used to sleeping in silence and he kept waking up because of your voice. but eventually, he did notice that he feels a bit calmer when you sing.. probably because he doesn't feel so alone anymore.

♡ and you just can't help it, you love playing with his hair when he's asleep, braiding it or simply touching it. you're not sure why, it just.. feels nice. also you really like seeing leona's reactions after he wakes up and sees what you did with his hair. you laugh and go "come on, i know you like it" while he tells you to shut up and goes back to sleep, but you can still see that he's actually smiling. man, he really should be more honest with you, you two are literally dating.

♡ he did get used to you playing with his hair, but stuff like headpats is something that he still finds a bit weird. when you first tried it, he immediately woke up and asked you what you were doing. well, it's not like he hates it.. he loves it, actually. he just really doesn't want you to see.. a different side of him, maybe? he doesn't want to admit that he actually enjoys it, he'd have to be honest with his feelings to say that and he doesn't want to do that. he wouldn't be surprised if you laughed at him for liking it, but you laugh only because you think it's adorable and not because leona is weird or "weak" for liking it.

silver.

♡ you saw him suddenly fall asleep many times and you didn't mind it that much. you knew he didn't do it on purpose and it's not like he found you so boring that he ended up falling asleep, he can't control it. so if it isn't something he can control, at least you can be there to let him sleep well and make sure he's feeling okay and getting enough rest. and silver himself noticed that he feels much better after sleeping with you next to him, even though he's still a bit shy about it and he keeps apologizing. he really wishes he could do something about this habit, but you just remind him that it's not his fault and you even like these quiet moments and something about them makes you feel calmer.

♡ silver still looks really pretty even when he's asleep, so of course, it's hard for you to resist the urge to play with his hair or pat him on the head. you don't think he can actually feel it, at least you haven't noticed his face expression change in any way, but what you don't know is that his dreams are much better when you're around and he actually feels safer when you're lying next to him. he feels more energetic after that too and yes, he still falls asleep when he doesn't want to, but at least it's not as sudden anymore. also you always carry a pillow with you just in case it happens again so that your boyfriend won't feel too uncomfortable sleeping on the floor or on the ground.

♡ he really likes your lullabies too and even though he's asleep, he can still hear your voice and it calms him down and again, his dreams are just more sweet when he hears you sing. he thought that only lilia's lullabies from his childhood could make him feel this safe, but it turns out he was wrong. yes, lilia often jokes about you stealing his job, but he's actually very happy for you two and he's glad that silver found someone who doesn't judge him because of that habit of his and who actually tries to help him and if they can't help him stop falling asleep in random places, at least they can make sure nothing bad happens to him when he's in such a vulnerable state.

jamil viper.

♡ jamil rarely lets himself fall asleep when he's with you. he doesn't have time for that and also.. he just doesn't want you to see him do that. sure, maybe he's shy, but something about suddenly dozing off while talking to you makes him feel anxious. he has so much to do, he will just end up wasting his time and also he will look stupid if that happens, so no, y/n, you'll never see him like that- but he's wrong. sure, maybe he's good at controlling himself, but when you have so much work and so little time and you refuse to take care of yourself, your body will simply do its job and ignore everything else, because it has to keep you alive no matter what.

♡ so yes, you did catch him suddenly falling asleep while doing his work. and yes, your first thought was "hehe, he still looks so pretty~" but right after that you quickly found a blanket and put it over him. you can admire him later, right now you have to take care of your boyfriend because he sure won't do that himself. you put everything he was busy working on to the side, so that he won't try to finish all of it right after he wakes up. you like kalim and you think he's a great guy, but you really wish jamil didn't have to deal with all of this.

♡ you sit next to him and just watch him, hoping that it's not creepy or weird. you realize that you've actually never seen jamil sleeping before and now you feel even more sorry for him. you don't even notice how you start running your fingers through his hair, it's even more beautiful and soft than you thought. you wish you could do something to help jamil relax and sleep better.. this may sound a bit silly, but what if you just try singing him a lullaby? sure, he's already asleep, but who knows, maybe he will dream of you after he hears your voice, haha.. you don't notice that jamil actually does look more relaxed after hearing you sing.

[luimagines]

How would the chain go about introducing their s/o when they're in their hyrule?

Oh this certainly varies from Link to Link huh?

I'm going to do this in headcanon form.... ish. I hope that's ok :D

Masterlist

Content under the cut!

Time

Not one to do things with fan fare

Literally just walked home

Gave his S/O a proper kiss

Then told the boys to make themselves at home. 

Twilight trips over his own feet a bit when he sees them

Time sends him a knowing look at Twilight knows to expect a conversation later

“Oh it’s so good to finally meet all of you in person.” They say. “You’re all so dashing!”

Time snorts. “They get their looks from me.”

“Well thank goodness they didn’t get your nose.”

“Why must we mentions tragedies so casually in this house?”

Introductions follow similarly to the comic

Warrior raises an eyebrow at Time

This person sounds familiar to him and he’s going to ask his own round of questions later

Time gives nothing away, naturally

“We don’t have a lot of room.” They say as the boys get settled in. “I would have cleaned up a bit more if I knew you were coming today... or that there was no many of you. My goodness, I hope I can keep up with all the names.”

“Good thing there’s only one to remember.” Time teases.

“Quiet you.” They whip a towel in his direction. “It’s only polite to call them what they wish... The thing is, I fear that if I call them by their name, things would be more difficult than simply using the imposed nicknames.”

“It’s no so bad.” Wind pipes up. “If you need at least one of us, then we’ll come and help. I don’t think it matters who.”

They soften. “I can’t say that surprises me. If you’re like my husband, than you’re all willing to lend a helping hand no matter what.”

“Good, we can put them to work  tomorrow.”

“Link!”

All heads snap toward them. 

Time laughs. 

Twilight

Twilight actually wouldn’t shut up about them the second they entered were even remotely near his village

“I’ve missed them so much. I’m happy to see them. I want to surprise them. Do I look ok? Should I wash? They tend to worry a lot. I don’t want to give them any reason to think I’m not looking after myself.”

Wild and Legend share an exasperated look

Warrior went to say something snarky but Time hits him over the head before any sound could leave his mouth

“Easy pup. Calm down. You’re going to make us worry.”

Twilight coughs and straightens tunic anyway

“Sorry, sorry.”

Sky leans over and steps closer to Twilight.

“Are they nice?”

Twilight gets a soft look on his face, staring a thousand yard away with hearts in his eyes

”They are the nicest person you would ever meet. Wouldn’t even hurt a skulltula. And they sing and dance and I swear it could be enough to make a grown man cry-”

“Well don’t start.”

Four punches his side, trying to knock him out of whatever unloaded rant that was about to be unlocked

“We get the message. They’re the love of your life. When do we meet them?”

“Ah!”

Twilight begins to actually pay attention to where they are, just to make sure that they’re in the right place

“Soon.”

He jogs ahead of the group and spins around with a large grin on his face

“Gentlemen, welcome to my home!”

And there, working at the front of the house, is his s/o

Twilight gets to surprise them after all

Wild

Wild was a bit nervous

Wild took the group to his house and hoped that his partner would forgive him for the lack of warning

He takes a deep breath

He opens the door and sets his supplies by the door

“Honey? I’m home!”

Silence

Wild is both relieved but on edge

Where are they?

The Champion turns to the others. “Make yourselves at home. I’ll get started on something to eat.”

“Question.” Hyrule raises his hands. “Who’s Honey?”

“The love of my life.” Wild replies easily. “I guess they’re not home right now.”

Wind and Warrior both walk into the room

Legend and Twilight both take a seat at the table, letting their bodies finally have a rest from the travel

Hyrule and Time just sit on the floor

“Link?”

All of their heads turn to the door.

Wild grins and rushes them, scooping them up into his arms and spinning them around for a short moment

“Don’t mind the company. But I had to see you again.”

They wrap their arms around his neck and hold him close. “It’s ok. I missed you too. It’s quiet without you.”

“Aww...” Sky lets out a little sound of adoration. “Cute. Is the fire normal?”

Wild snaps his head to the stove and runs to regulate the temperature.

This s/o laugh. “Yes and no. Not at that height.”

“Regular occurrence?” Four snickers.

“On the off days.”

Warrior

It happens by accident

Warrior was happy to be home for a while and was eager to meet his partner

But life decided to throw a curve ball

“Link!” A guard runs up to the group, b-lining to Warrior much tot he group’s momentary confusion. “You’re partner is in the hospital! They don’t know you’re here-”

Warrior hears nothing else and takes of sprinting

The others don’t really know what else to do but to follow him

Warrior knows his way around the entire grounds

Sky is left behind (unsurprisingly quickly)

Four stays behind to make sure he’s ok

Warrior bursts in the medical bay and demands to see them

He had wanted to go home and surprise them but this is next 

Warrior is escorted to his partner’s bedside

Only Time, Wind and Legend were allowed to follow them even then

The staff didn’t want to over crowd the patient in the bed

Warrior rushes over and takes their hand

They cough and smiles. “You’re home.”

“I’m sorry.” Warrior bites his lip. He raises their hand to kiss it. “I wanted to come home sooner.”

“You can’t control that.” They wince. “I’ll be fine. Everyone is freaking out over this for no reason.”

“No reason?!” Warrior nearly jumps to his feet. “You were attacked. And this isn’t the first time-”

“Who’re your friends?” They smile as they cut Warrior off. 

Warrior pauses and only then he remembers that he has company. “Oh... My traveling group.

His partner smiles and points to Wind with their other hand. “I remember you.”

Wind nods and comes around the other side. “Hello.”

Time coughs. “I guess we should introduce ourselves... There’s more in the waiting room.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Warrior didn’t bother with an explanation.” Legend crosses his arms. “We didn’t have any other options that point.”

Time smacks his head.

Warrior coughs. “Right. Let me introduce you to my friends.” 

Wind (aged up)

Wind wasn’t thinking much about when it happens

It was a long time since he’s seen anyone of the group and he’s all grown up now

So when a group of freakishly familiar travelers knock on his door, he has no other option to let them in and let them talk

They all remember him of course but he struggles to remember some of them

“Link? Do we have company?” A new voice calls out

The group all freeze, stunned by the new voice

A few smug faces turn to the Link in question

His sun kissed s/o walk in and nearly drops the baskets they were carrying with the food for the week

They seem lost, a bit confused, and miffed all at once. “I would have appreciated it it you would have warned me in advance.”

Wind coughs. “To be completely honest, I wasn’t expecting them either. Don’t worry too much about the food, honey. I’ll figure it out.”

Warrior, older like the rest of them, smiles fondly. “All grown up now, are you?”

Wind can feel his eye twitch. “Aye, Captain. I’m no boy any more.”

“And yet we’re all still older than you.” Legend snorts and punches his shoulder. “Don’t get old, kid.”

“I’ll take that into consideration.”

“Link?” The s/o calls out again. “Are they... friends of yours?”

“I traveled with them for some time after I left the island.” He explains. “The heroes I mentioned when I returned.”

“Oh!” They smile.

They’re quick to introduce themselves.

The group returns the favor quickly, less they get confused with all of them sharing the same name.

Old nicknames make things easier to remember them by and Wind can very specific moments with each and every one of them

Memories that he shared with his partner 

Who smiles glee fully now being able to put a face to the names from the stories of old

Wind knows that look in their eye and is already dreading the moment the group leaves

Does he keep them a little longer to postpone it?

No, but he missed their company and he’s long due for brotherly teasing regardless

Everyone is aware of this, so why not get it out of the way?

Hyrule

Hyrule does so with little fan fare

He’s nervous but he can’t really understand why

He trust his friends

And he’s not embarrassed or ashamed of his s/o

Even so, he can’t help with desperately wish that they get along well

“So, this is the love of my life.” He says quietly, holding their hand with a small smile. “Say hi.”

They smile back, excited to meet the friends who helped their boyfriend gain some self-confidence. “Hello! Link’s mentioned you from time to time. I’m happy to finally meet you all in person.”

Legend, as always, has Hyrule’s back. “Of course. We’re happy to see him with someone as lovely as you. You’ve been taking care of this one, right?”

Hyrule is horrified

“Legend!”

“Oh this is the Hero of Legend?” They laugh. “Yes, yes, I’ve been taking great care of him.”

Warrior and Four bow, introducing themselves next. “A pleasure to meet you.”

They grin and bow back. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Time has to bite his smile as he holds out his hand. Twilight and Wild do the same and so Hyrule’s lover goes down the line, learning their tittles one by one.

“I didn’t think there would actually be so many of you.” They admit.

Wind laughs. “It’s kinda why we can’t go by our names. It would get too confusing too quickly.”

They smile with him. “I believe you.”

Sky holds his hand out next and shrugs. “We can’t say much about it though. It appears if you’ve met one Link, you’ve met them all.”

That gets them to laugh louder. “I don’t thin that was Link’s intention. But I have you all to thank for my relationship.”

“H-hey.” Hyrule blushes.

“He could barely look me in the eye.” They continue. “Apparently you all did something that finally got him to talk to me. I can’t say I minded waiting though. He’s cute so he gets a pass.”

Hyrule covers his face with his hands. “Must you tell them that.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re still cute.”

Legend

Legend wanted it to be a surprise

Meaning he didn’t want to show the others his s/o but the universe had other plans

Not to say that he was ashamed of them but he didn’t want any of the guys to make any comments

He was afraid that they would get along like a house on fire

His s/o came running out of the house to meet him

The group was sequentially ignored as they jumped into Legend’s arm, wrapped their arms around him and peppered his face with kisses

Legend couldn’t find it in himself to complain

He’s gladly soaking up their attention and willfully ignores the gawking, wolf whistles and cheers from the other guys

“So... ummm.. Are you gong to introduce us at some point?” Hyrule raises an eyebrow

Legend’s s/o makes a noise of acknowledgement and finally pulls away from the hero in question

“Oh! Hello. I’m sorry. Let me introduce myself.”

They brush themselves down and fix their hair, smiling brilliantly at the others 

Time smiles, remembering his younger years and sticks his hand out

“Lovely to meet you. I’m glad that there’s someone here to take care of our friend back at his home.”

They blush and Legend takes their hand into both of his. Picking it up and holding it close to his heart

“Is the bunny man still here?”

“So not the one I’m looking at?” They smirk.

Legend frowns and hangs his head. “Just tell me.”

“Yes.”

Legend groans and out comes the other man in question

Legend’s s/o is surprised that this group has already Ravio and they can only wait until he’s done with spiel before they can go around and make their own introductions.

“I’m glad that you’re here.” Hyrule says quietly while Legend tries to save Four from Ravio

Or rather, save Ravio from Four in terms of weapons and diligent care of the weapons he has

Legend would like to navigate the damage his s/o would do in terms of embarrassing him

But frankly, he’s missed them too much to care and Four might just go on a rampage

...Or get ideas...

Either way Legend isn’t willing to risk it

Sky

It’s not a large affair

It’s not even initially intended

Granted, Sky wanted to show off his s/o t the others at some point

But he was so homesick and full of yearn that he wasn’t really thinking about the others when he envisioned meeting them again

He wanted it to be just the to of them

Sky wanted to just lift them into his arms and kiss them senseless

He didn’t really think they would make it Skyloft as an entire group

So when all step through a portal right onto the main island, Sky is overjoyed!

He has to take a minute to let everything process

Sky’s first destination is his house where his beloved partner is

But everyone wants to say hi

Everyone wants to hear his story

Everyone wants to ask about the people he’s traveling with

Where they’re from

What they do

Why haven’t they seen them before?

Are they from the surface?

Well yes, technically

More questions follow

His partner actually hears about it before Sky can even make it through the academy grounds

Sky sighs and has to think about cutting the conversation short without seeming rude

“LINK!” The very voice he’s been yearning for cries out

He turns and it’s just like he envisioned it

They both start running toward each other

And collide with a solid thunk

He lifts them up and spins and begins to pepper them with kisses

Introductions will have to wait

Four

Literally wouldn’t shut up about them the second he realized he was home

He missed them so much

He explains everything little thing about them

From their hair to their eyes to the way they have a little dimple on the right side of their mouth when they laugh

Only to instantly to dive into their overly charming personality

No one has the heart (no one has the courage) to cut him off while he’s raving about the love of his life

Four goes from gushing about their personality to raving about stories and instances he hadn’t told them before

The dam has been opened and no one is entirely sure how he was able to keep it shut up for so long

Or choose now of all times to get it out in the open

Four grins and all but races through the street of Castle Town “And then they came home with a raging cucco in their arms and told me to-”

“Link! Ex-nay on the chandelier story!″ A young voice yells from the distance 

Four shuts, perks and looks up.

Then he starts running for real

The others try to keep up, laughing and wolf whistling

“I can’t believe you!” The voice cries, scandalized, but with no real venom

“I leave you alone for five minutes and you come back and break your promise-”

“Shut up and let me kiss you. I missed you.” Four laughs, cutting them off.

They let him kiss them

Four jumps back, bouncing on his toes as he grabs their hand. “I have so much I have to tell you.”

“How about their names first?” They laugh and point to the others

Four grins. “They’re Link.”

“......Shut up..... You’re joking...”

“Nope.” He said, popping the ‘p’. 

There’s a large Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

The rest are now sporting similar looks

“Oh my god.... there’s like ten of you....” They say with mock horror

Four laughs. “That’s not even the half of it.”

[ronwestbreeze]

TO YOU , WORLDS AWAY : PART TWO : CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

pairing: jake sully x fem!reader

summary: bury your old life, my friend

word count: 2.3k

warnings: a little nsfw toward the end but not explicit.

author's note: i am not a smut writer and this will probably be the only time i would write it lol. anyway, hope y'all enjoy!

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Watching your former body be carried toward a grave in the most beautiful ceremony you had ever witnessed was morbid to say the least.

And as you walked in a line of Omatikaya people, few of which were carrying a larger leaf where your body lay, you couldn’t help but wish this was private. Something like this was meant to be grieved away from watchful eyes, closure meant for only you.

But you did not mind this at the end of the day. The last thing you wanted was to ever be alone again. You had spent far too much time in solitude. Rejecting those that tried to reach out for you and hold you in their grasp so that they would know you weren’t going anywhere. Now was the time to leave it all behind. In this new life you would do things differently. You would be different.

You trailed behind just a bit, eyes never straying from your former body. When you finally tore your eyes away, Jake, who was a few walks away, was already watching you when your gazes locked. He reached his hand out to you. And you smiled, albeit sadly, and took it without hesitation. You had to be further up front anyway with the Tsahik and the Olo’eyktan.

The ceremony had started late in the evening, as the sun was setting. Now by the time you all got to the burial place, the stars were in the sky. There was someone singing, their voice floating around the wind, in and out. When you got to the burial place, which was a tall old looking tree, all of you swarmed around it in a half circle. You ended up standing next to Mo’at who had pulled you to her side. Jake was nearby, along with Neytiri.

Before the ceremony, you had asked Jake if he had gone through with this with his former body.

You remember him giving you a knowing look before he nodded, “I did it after the transference. It was a small one, nothing too big.” He must’ve noticed something in your face and his face softened, “We don’t have to do this, you know. We can skip it, just bury the body and leave it.”

“No, no, I can do it.” You breathed out a sigh, trying to calm your nerves while tugging on your hair absentmindedly. Neytiri had done your hair recently and given you newer clothes to wear. Really you felt a bit exposed but you looked more Na’vi than dreamwalker for the first time. “Actually, I’m just trying not to think too much about it.”

Jake nodded, “I understand.”

For a moment you watched him. As he set down the pile of spears he had gotten from training with the warriors earlier that day. How he had a certain calmness about him. How he always seemed a lot more controlled than you were.

“I don’t get how you do it.” You chuckled, massaging your forehead. Jake, who had been knelt to the floor, looked up at you with a confused frown as you continued. “You always seemed better at handling moments like this. Even back then when Grace…I guess I’m a little envious.”

He was quiet for a moment. You continued tugging at your hair, deep in thought. Then Jake spoke again, “That day was easy, in a way. Making the transfer. I already knew where I belonged, who I wanted to be. If I had the decision to do it over again, I would without a doubt.”

You listened to this, already knowing what he meant. Hell, in a way you knew that this was the path he would take. You could see even back then when he was training to become one of The People. He yearned for this life. So, it was no surprise that he had chosen it permanently.

Jake had moved, you realized coming out of your thoughtful daze, to find him knelt down in front of you. Instantly, you grabbed his hands, guiding them to your face and allowing them to cup it as he spoke, “But I know one thing. One thing I am absolutely sure of. It was the best and worst day of my life. And the worst part? It was you not being there at my side when I woke.”

“Even when we weren’t even mates.” You frowned. “Even after everything. Even after five years, you still choose to love me?”

With a gentle smile, he pressed a kiss against your eyelashes and then the tip of your nose. His hand ran through your hair, his fingers gently massaging the back of your head. “I already chose you. Since the first time we met. I’ve always chosen you. “ He yanked you closer, pressing his lips against yours in a deep and long kiss. One that the both of you melted into so easily, one filled with yearning passion and desperation. The way his eyes burned when they locked with yours after you both pulled away, foreheads pressed together.

Even now, as you stood with Mo’at you felt his burning gaze on the back of your neck. Even with your eyes closed, listening to the words of the Tsahik, you could feel his presence despite him being a little ways behind you. A part of you couldn’t get what would’ve happened if you had kept going out of your mind while a sensible part of you was trying to focus on the ceremony in front of you.

Then they placed your body in the hole. That’s when Mo’at began speaking to Eywa. That’s when you began your silent goodbyes to your old life, to your old self. This person was now gone and you were finally allowed to leave her in the past for good. And when they buried you, when the last of the dirt hit the ground, your new life began.

You all stayed there, eyes still closed, repeating the words Mo’at says. It was like a prayer, you realized. That your body may be secure in the hands of Eywa, that you may be taken care of now that you have gone. You remember some of these words from the night Grace had died. There was one tear that night, during that entire ceremony.

When it was all over. Everyone moved on to their homes, to their hammocks to rest and prepare for another day. But you instead went to the Tree of Souls. With you, you carried Tsu’tey’s old necklace, the one he wore before briefly becoming the Olo’eyktan. You stood under the tree, connecting your queue to one of the stems. You spoke quietly, only for the spirits to hear as you put on Tsu’tey’s necklace.

“Thank you for bringing me home.” You smiled up at the tree, imagining Grace’s face in your mind as you spoke. “You didn’t have to but you did. And I thank you for this. I am forever grateful for you…” Your fingers grazed the necklace gently, “I hope the both of you are at peace. May you rest well with Eywa.”

For a little while longer, you stayed there. And it was quiet all around you, the forest asleep.

Your ears twitched when footsteps approached.

Glancing over your shoulder, a smile tugged at your lips when you saw Jake approaching. You unlink your queue from the stem, “I was just about finished.”

Jake nodded as he stopped next to you. “Here for Grace?” His eyes trailed down toward the necklace you wore, an unreadable expression crossing his face. “Or Tsu’tey?”

“Either.” You responded honestly, turning back to face the tree. “Really for whoever’s listening.”

His hand came up at the small of our back, running gently along your spine as he spoke, “Did you see her? When you were in your transference. Did she say anything to you?”

You thought back to your conversation with Grace. Frankly, you weren’t even entirely sure if it was actually Grace who you were talking to. Or perhaps a version of your consciousness. But you remembered it like it was only yesterday.

“She told me that she had a daughter.” The smile on your lips grew as you felt his face rest in the crook of your neck. “And that she would always be with me.” You shrugged a little. “If you believe in that sort of thing anyway.”

He hummed against your skin before pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder, “I’m starting to.”

You turned to face him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He pulled you closer to him, close to the point where your lips were a feather away from each other. Your hands found their way to his hair that had grown into thick dreads, nearly past his shoulders. You saw the same burning look in his eyes and yet at the same time a look as if he was stuck in a memory. And by the way his features subtly fall, just a little bit, you could tell just what he was thinking about.

It was you that leaned in, placing your mouth on his, drawing him out of his thoughts as he quickly responded to your touch. One hand sliding up your spine and the other squeezing your waist, desperately pulling you closer so that your skin touched.

The small sounds coming from his throat made your insides melt and your fingers trembling for more.

He broke away, just for a moment. And in that you noticed a tear trail down his cheek. Your thumb brushed against it as you rested your forehead against his, “Try not to think about before.” Of course the memory hadn’t left her. The last time the both of them were here, under the Tree of Souls was when she had said her goodbyes to him before going off to fight a battle of her own. Of course she remembered it. Of course. Of course. Of course.

Jake nodded, pulling you even closer if that was possible. “Are you here with me?” He asked you in a gentle whisper. “You’re here with me right now?”

You smiled. Remembering Neytiri’s words to you. She is meant to be a part of our family now. If she chooses to accept us. You realized you had never given her an answer until now.

“Forever, if you want.”

And there was the white crescent smile that you missed. And with that smile, it melted onto your lips, capturing you possessively. This time his hands wandered to sensitive areas and this time you let him.

The both of you had come close before, back at the tent earlier that day. But it wasn’t the right time. Now? Now all you can think of was his hands all over your body. Claiming you and his. And him as yours.

At some point the two of you slid to the ground. The ache between your legs wasn’t unfamiliar yet pleasurable. So was the way his length plunged into your walls with ease making your stomach tighten and swirl. Quiet mewls left your lips and tickled his ears as his hips thrusted int you, gently, almost as if you were the most fragile thing on Pandora. Jake had never seen you so beautiful. So perfect, almost as if you were stolen from his dreams and brought before him. Being able to finally hold you as he wished, having you touch him as much as he touched you.

You were real. You were real. You were real.

Finally.

The night ended with you lying in a hammock with both Jake and Neytiri. Neytiri lying in between the two of you, Jake on her other side. You remembered, before the two of them had fallen to sleep, connected all three of your queues together. It was a silent promise, you realized then. That you were all one. That this family, this heart, this soul, and this purpose…

Was yours just as much as it was theirs.

Your eyes had closed for only a few seconds. But it was enough time for you to be surrounded by fire. Alone. With no way out. There were screams all around you, though you couldn’t tell if it belonged to the dying or you. An overwhelming wave of emotions, of chaos, struck you from all sides. You saw Grace burning in the fire. You saw Tsu’tey dead at your feet. You saw the ship that you had crashed and your own body lying amongst the dead.

Then there was laughter. And then there was a face grinning at you.

“What is it, kid?” Quaritch sneered. “Ya look a little scared.”

And then you wake up.

Your back in the hammock. The dark sky had a visible hint of dawn just creeping in the corners. Your breathing was shaky and you realized, after taking in your surroundings, that you were sitting up.

It was a few seconds until you finally got a hold of your breathing control and managed to calm your growing anxiety.

Nightmares weren't anything new for you. Really, you should’ve been used to it at this point. But of course, as soon as you felt a moment of peace, they came and struck back. Pulling you further into your own despair.

And you would’ve fallen easily, given in easily like you used to. That is until something squeezed your arm, pulling you out of your rapid thoughts and toward whoever had brought you out of it.

Neytiri was staring up at you, a confused frown on her lips, “What is wrong? Why are you awake?”

You hesitated, really considering your words. As you did so, Jake shifted next to Neytiri, his eyes fluttering just a bit. Neytiri frowned, sitting up just a bit, “Tsmuke?”

At her words, Jake stirred and you shook your head, “Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m fine. Go back to sleep. Just a bad dream is all.”

With that, you lied back down, turning your back to them. Your fingers massaged your forehead, trying your best not to think too much about the nightmare. And you didn’t, especially when you felt Jake’s hand on your waist, giving it a gentle squeeze

Eventually, you closed your eyes. This time you dreamed of nothing.

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[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Awesome blog you have here!

Since you’ve already done headcanons for the Seduce Me boys having a female singer S/O, may I please request headcanons how they would react to seeing her perform with a male artist that she’s close to?

Thank you so much for your request!! This literally dragged me out of my writers block so thank you. But, I love that I get to write more on this, the SMTO boys are underappreciated, so I will be writing this ASAP! This is most likely gonna be multiple parts, just because I have a LOT to say about these boys and I don't wanna get too detailed on headcannons.

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing, Insecurity, trauma flashbacks, tension

Navigation!! // Masterlist!!

James:

James is usually pretty level-headed, he's usually the one in charge and he's good at it.

well, he thought he was good at it, until now that is

James knew what he was going to have to deal with when he found out you were a singer

He loved you, he loved your performance and going to your shows

But he never really took into account the shows he'd have to sit through, watching you with someone else

You and the man on stage laugh for a while, and based on how wild the crowd goes for him, he can see the man is also quite popular

The more you two perform together, the more James begins to see people fangirling, but not over him, or even just you

but the both of you, together

shipping you both.

James is still pretty calm, on the outside that is, but his emotions are all over the place

by this point he's just noticing how close you both are getting as you guys dance and sing together, a connection James wishes he could have with you too

The performance is finally over, and when you get off stage you can tell immediately something is wrong, but James can't make a scene now

"James this is Abel Tesfaye. Abel, this is my boyfriend James."

You introduce the two and though Abel is pretty calm, James is trying to be. It's obvious to you, but you can tell Abel doesn't even sense the tension between you two.

Tonight would be a long night

Erick:

Now Erick's a tricky man

Not even tricky, just a slick guy

He's not stupid, and he knows when to suspect something

Now the good thing, at least for Erick, is that he knows how to play the piano

SO, most likely, Erick is performing with you

Bad thing is, this gives him front row seats to what's about to go down

He knew you'd be performing with someone else, and he didn't need to go rehearsals with you on the days this other guy would be there, because his piano sheet didn't change at all

So you're a few songs in of the night, and about halfway through the show you begin to talk to the audience

Same old speech you repeated to yourself around 15 times to make sure it was right, you let them know there's a special guest only there for that night, that show specifically

Erick is ushered off stage, since the piano isn't needed for this song, which ultimately makes it worse for Erick's feelings

It's a duet, with you and an 'old friend' but the fans think more and honestly so does Erick

It's a cover of Last Night, and though Erick is proud with how well you hit those notes, he's not proud of the looks your 'friend' is giving you while you preform

He knows the song doesn't mean anything, he knows your his, and he's yours undeniably, but a part of him still worries

[youtubeyouniversitytherapy]

#1 Check in // July'24 - Matt H.W.

Matt was almost always tired at therapy. He at least had medical conditions that could excuse it, but if he overshot it and was too wired there was no way out of the questioning he would get. So he looks across at Dean Tat with lidded eyes and she stares at him through their first few minutes of therapy. He thinks this might be the lucky day she had given up on him, but just as he curiously tilts his head, she smiles warmly. “How have you been adjusting to the new residents on campus?” She asks, looking at him intently even as her hand makes marks on her notepad. Her pencil sounds so loud… couldn’t this bitch use a pen? No… she’d probably click it and see if she could make him break down. He was being tested. She knew, but there was no body to find. Just a dead man walking that was captive to her office for an hour. She wasn’t his usual but he knew that didn’t mean she won’t know what the other dean knew. She wasn’t a good target for any lying games that get him out of this honesty hour.

“I liked the old ones.” He mutters in reply and turns his eyes out to the outside, the hot sun beams filter through the tree leaves outside to a tolerable heat once it hits the window. 

“I understand that, but all the same, how are they settling in?” “Fine I guess…” he sighs trying to push down the thoughts that like to crawl up from the depths his darkest blues. Tracing the choice tree through what he could have done differently to keep anyone as if it were in his power. “I haven’t met them all… but I really like one of them.” He shrugs.

“Oh go on!” She smiles excitedly, even putting her pen and paper down. Was this truly off the books or did she just know how to make him feel comfortable? 

“I call her Aimee, she calls me Eugene. We don’t know each other’s names its just fun.” He tries to cut off any interpretations of that but she’s giving him that inquisitive look.

“What makes it fun?”

“The mystery? Maybe just like…the joke?” he shrugs and looks away from her gain.“The joke being that you don’t really know each other?” She ask with a tilt of her head and this stupid sympathetic look in her eyes. “Do you feel like you’re having trouble opening up again?” She pushes and he stays quietly looking outside. “Does she remind you of-”

“Of course she does!” He cuts her off, fearing any name she might say. He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Everything reminds me of everything! Hello! It’s one of the reasons I’m here.” He slouches back on the couch and gazes at the trees outside. He peers around the scenery, thinking maybe he’d see him out there, but he knew they knew better than that.

  There’s another break of silence as Dean Tat writes a few notes in her book. Her pencil strokes sound softer, like she was defeatedly muttering these notes than loudly reading him. “You seem on edge.” She says calm and steady, and when his eyes go to meet her scribbling he finds her gaze narrowed right in on him. “Any cravings?” His skin crawls, hairs prickling up. God that made him sound so pathetic! Was he craving anything? Did he wanna have a little cheat day with the girls? 

The worst part about it was that it was true.

He wanted a little treat. He’d try to avoid it and prove he didn’t need it but he’d buckle to have a good time with the girls. Girl. 

“I guess… nothing I can’t handle, especially with Ryan’s support.” He looks back to her, a challenge in his face for her to call him on his shit. “I look at him and it keeps me clean… Wouldn’t want to disappoint him.”

“I’m sure he appreciates that, that it’s very healing for him to see you on the up and up.”Ouch. She was stone cold with a marksman’s precision. He wished she just call him a slur and kick him out.

“I bet.” He gaze falls back to the window as he yawns, laying his head on the back of the couch, severely slumped into it now. “You wouldn’t be able to tell me what he says to you about me, would you?” Why would he ask that? Another yawn, he tries to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

              “Of course I could. It’s about you right? You should know what he says about you.”What?

              “You want to know what he says when he doesn’t talk. You want to know what he hides.”

He doesn’t hide

              “Even from you.”

  “No-” 

  Matt wakes with a start from a laying position on the therapy couch, his head feels like it is filled with syrup that is sloshing around as he tries to move, but as it settles back into place he slowly comes to. His phone is quietly buzzing, Dean Tat is typing at her desk. 

“Fuck….. Sorry.”

“You’re perfectly fine Mathew, I’m aware of your condition.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not embarrassing.” He mutters and remembers why he had his dreadful cravings. The sun was no longer shining through the trees but peeking through the buildings nearby, the golden hour exploding on the horizon. “How long?”

“Maybe forty-five minutes. It’s definitely one way to get out of talking about your feelings.” She shoots him a lighthearted but stern warning in a glance. “Don’t try and make a habit of it, we don’t want to have to hook you up to a vitals machine for every session.” Disheveled and sleepy he has no wit to fight back with, so he just nods, gathers himself and heads out with some generic and mutter goodbyes. He finally answers his phone and frowns against the black glass.

“Sorry, I fell asleep. I’m heading out now.

…… Sorry if I worried you……..

I dunno jus- …..  

  ….. Okay….. 

See you in a second… yeah… 

love you………………..”

[quietgalcoasterss]

My Rides on Kingda Ka

As of right now, I've ridden Kingda Ka at Great Adventure 3 times. I love this thing to death, even if she breaks down a fair amount. But I like to think that she just gets nervous when big crowds come in and the ride ops have to give her a bit to calm down before working again. You go girl :p

Before I discuss my rides on Kingda, lemme tell you about the time I just missed it. It was the first trip I went on this past summer with my dad, in which I got over my coaster fear for good. I was intentionally saving Kingda Ka for last, as I saw her as the most thrilling ride in the park. I had just gotten off El Toro, and figured Kingda was next on the list. We walked over to the Golden Kingdom, and at the time we did not know about the pathway between the Golden Kingdom and Plaza del Carnival, making back-to-back rides on Toro and Kingda way easier. So we ended up walking all around the park, unsurprisingly exhausting us.

As we made the voyage over, seeing Kingda lurking in the distance unsurprisingly excited me and gave me butterflies in my stomach. She be a big coaster; Great Adventure locals will understand how it feels to not only see her rising far out of the tree line during the drive, but being able to get up close in the parking lot. And Kingda Ka is LOUD: you can't hear it throughout the park since there's a lotta coasters that make some noise (Nitro, Superman Ultimate Flight, Medusa, El Toro etc), but when you're up close to her she roars. Fortunately, I'd been seeing trains go over the top hat all day-especially in the loooong line of Superman-so I knew she wasn't closed for the day.

We finally arrived at the entrance. Kingda Ka stood reaching into the sky. It was a particularly cloudy day. I handed my stuff over to my dad, raced for the gate, and...

she was closed for maintenance.

At this point, my dad and I were both too exhausted to wait around for her to come back online, so we decided to just head back over to Medusa so I could get one last ride on her. And hey, Medusa's a solid floorless coaster: smooth as glass and really nice colors for brownie points. But lemme tell you how I felt as we got back into the car, and sure enough a train was going over Kingda Ka's top hat. I guess I would have been bitter, but I was tired, thirsty and I still had an awesome day in the end, even if I missed out on the tallest coaster in the world. But I would be back soon. Very soon.

Few weeks later, I was back in Great Adventure, just a few days before I would leave for college. But I wasn't just here to have a fun day. I was here to conquer Kingda Ka for good. But first I warmed up with a ride on Medusa. Weeeeeeeee :3 \o/

Once I got off, I immediately gunned for Kingda Ka. Sure enough, she was closed yet again for maintenance. But I wasn't leaving: I put my stuff in a locker and I got comfy outside the gated-off entrance. I don't know how long I waited, maybe around 15 minutes, but I kept myself busy by listening to the staff tell people coming by that she's not sure when the ride will reopen. I do wish there were at least some benches nearby the entrance; Kingda goes down a lot, so it'd be neat to have to seat on the ground or lean against the fence. Not an earth-shattering issue though, just something you notice while you're waiting for a roller coaster to reopen in 85 F and 80% humidity with no idea of how long you've been waiting. You think some crazy stuff man.

Finally, the staff member got the all-clear from the station, and the chain was lifted. I zoomed into the queue, and fortunately there was almost no line. As far as I'm aware, Kingda Ka's queue seems to work in two parts. The first spans from the entrance and throughout much of the zig-zaggy barriers, while the second goes from the end of the last zig-zags to the station. I'm guessing that ride ops only want a certain amount of people in the station at a time, just in case Kingda goes down and they don't want crowds of people waiting around. So once the station starts to empty, they tell the ops dividing the queue to let more folks in. The first half was pretty much completely empty, and I ran all the way to the station. And lemme tell you, the ride ops operating Kingda Ka that day were stellar. I know Six Flags ops have a reputation for being pretty lazy, but that is not the case for Great Adventure. So far through my two recent visits, I don't think I've ever seen an objectively bad or even lazy crew operating a ride. I guess if I had to pick one that was bad, I guess it would be Green Lantern, since they seemed a little more bored than usual. But even then, they weren't half-assing or anything, they were still very much on top of things. And Kingda Ka's crew on that day was perhaps the best example of all. Whenever a train pulled back into the station, they began encouraging people to quickly unbuckle and prepare to get out and going to not stall the line. But they weren't forceful or rude: they had this perfect blend of strong encouragement and energy that got the next batch of riders hyped. It was awesome. I really hope that Great Adventure keeps up what they're doing with their ops, it makes me so happy seeing my home park doing so well in regards that their company is known to lack in.

Finally, I got into my seat and lowered my restraints: row 3, left seat. And lemme tell you, I was getting nervous. My coaster fear might have been slain, but that did not stop the anxiety over riding a hydraulic launch coaster. The train left the station, and stopped over the catch car. Staring at Kingda Ka's top hat from the parking lot is one thing. Staring down the top hat while in a train is a whoooooole other thing. Even now, having gone over it 3 times, I still get antsy over just the anticipation. A number like 456 feet (139 meters) can feel not as large when comparing tall coasters. And I know, Kingda's currently the tallest in the world. But in a world full of Top Thrill 2's, Intimidator 305's, Red Force's and Fury 325's, that number can still become numb, even if it's still the tallest. But when you're actually facing it down? It aaaaaaall comes back as to just how big a strata coaster really is. And it is scary. Fun, but scary.

I wasn't staring Kingda down for long, as my train ended up quickly hooking onto the catch car, followed by the brakes lowering. I wanna say that it's about 3 seconds from the loud click of the catch car to the launch slingshotting you off. But it somehow feels like a thousand years and an instant at the same time. My point is: Kingda Ka is fast. And it feels fucking amazing. It feels AMAZING!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!!!! I MUST'VE BEEN GIGGLING FOR LIKE 2 MINUTES STRAIGHT AFTER GETTING OFF AND I TOLD MY FRIENDS OVER DISCORD JUST HOW AWESOME IT WAS AND IT SURPASSED MY EXPECTATIONS SO MUCH!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE KINGDA KA SO MUCH!!!! AND IT'S SMOOTH!!!! IT ISN'T GLASS SMOOTH BUT IT IS SURE AS HELL NOT CLOSE TO BUMPY OR RATTLEY OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT!!! WHY DO THOOSIES SAY KINGDA KA IS ROUGH???? I DON'T GET IT!!!! DO THEY HATE FUN???

So yea Kingda Ka is awesome :3 But I wasn't done with her just yet for that day. After hopping off I got some rides on Superman, Nitro, Jersey Devil and of course several on El Toro. The bull demands my soul and I shall answer. I am the bull's servant. But then I was feeling some more Kingda Ka. And sure enough, I now knew about the pathway between Golden Kingdom and Plaza del Carnival, so it was a way shorter walk. And hey, turns out Great Adventure has a few animal exhibits along the path. That was neat seeing some turtles :>

Fortunately, Kingda had been operating pretty smoothly all day. Unfortunately, that meant a line had formed. I think while waiting in line she also briefly went down as well, but you can't win all of em lol. So I ended up sitting in queue for a while. But we all knew that she was awake yet again once we heard trains firing off through the bamboo, and sure enough the line started moving again. It was while I was approaching the station that after hearing another train firing off, and I saw this girl look at her friend next to her with an expression of "how did you convince me to get in this line what is wrong with you".

Also can I just say that I love how you can hear Kingda Ka's launches through the bamboo, but you can't see it all too well? It's so cooooooooool. I know it's not the same as what OG Top Thrill Dragster did with the bleachers, lights and audio, but it's still so neat. I love little details like that: it makes Kingda feel like she's part of the bamboo forest. Even if you can see it all from the parking lot but it is what it is lol.

I sat in the same seat and row as before; it's just a nice seat. Not front row but still up close to the front. Ride was just as amazing as before, but after I got off something timely happened. As I was exiting the station and returning to the entrance, it started to rain. When it rains, the ride ops close Kingda Ka until the storm passes, since it's apparently pretty painful going that high up in the rain. So imagine my face when only a minute or so after I went over the top hat, they had to close Kingda lmfao.

I waited out the rain by grabbing some fries, albeit I still got a little wet and I forgot my rain jacket. Once the storm passed, Nitro and Medusa both unfortunately closed for maintenance: Nitro for presumably something caused by the rain, and Medusa for issues with one of the trains. But hey it wasn't a big loss: I got another ride on El Toro :3

But I figured to end the day with one last ride on Kingda Ka. The line was a little better from last time, and I sat in the same row. But another single rider asked if he could have the left seat, which I was fine with. And y'know what this man did? He put his hands up on the launch. I'm more than fine with putting my arms up on most coasters. I'm looking at you Nitro :>. But Kingda Ka's launch? Hell nah. After going over the top hat then sure hell yea. But even the ride itself tells you "Arms down. Head back. Hold on!" right before the launch. Apparently the wind hurts with your arms up at a speed like that! So yea, god bless that man's soul, hope his arm's are ok too.

So as of right now, those are my 3 rides on Kingda Ka. I love this beast to death, and I hope Great Adventure keeps her hydraulic launch for as long as possible. What happened to that guest with Top Thrill Dragster was tragic, and hopefully something like that never happens again. And hell, I'm pumped af for Top Thrill 2, it looks amazing. But what Kingda Ka does is special. It might not be the only hydraulic launch coaster in the world, but it is now the only remaining hydraulic launch strata coaster. And Intamin doesn't manufacture the hydraulic launch anymore on account of its inefficiency and cost. So for now, stay strong Kingda, you deserve just as much love as OG TTD did in its heyday. And next time, I'll go front row :>

[illumiera]

for the oc relationship asks...👀

11, 15, 23, 25, 26, 30, 85... (I could go on forever with these, really...😭)

✨ from these asks! ✨

ee, thank you for the ask, Gigi! 💖

11. Who is clingy?

you know, I don't feel like either Miraak or Elentari are what you'd call "clingy"! that is, they love being around one another and draw strength from each other's company, they're very in-tune with one another, and they're very physically affectionate in private, but there's always space for both to breathe and spend time apart doing their own thing if need be. I guess it comes with that innate dragonsoul-knowledge that the other is nearby!

15. How do they comfort one another when the other is upset?

they both struggle somewhat heavily with nightmares. Ellie in particular regularly dreams of her family and how she (in her eyes, at least) failed to save them, and for a while after Apocrypha, Miraak must battle dreams where he is there again.

a kind of ritual develops where, without a word, whoever has the nightmare will head outside to Ellie's beautiful garden beneath the stars. the other will follow them, sit beside them, and begin telling them a story that always works wonders in calming the other down. it doesn't have to be a fictional story, either—sometimes it's pulled from a book or invented wholecloth, but sometimes, it's a tale from that person's own life.

(usually, they'll head back inside after a while, or Miraak will carry Ellie to bed if she falls asleep, but they have been known to doze off lying in the grass, kept warm by either magic or the body heat Miraak emits.)

23. Who said "I love you" first?

so, they haven't said those three words to one another yet in their fic—and nor are they at a point to do so—but I have a Very Good Feeling it will be Miraak... 👀

25. Do they have any pet names for one another?

DO THEY EVER.

Miraak has many names for Elentari: rinisili (my same-soul), Kundruniik (light-bringer; the first name he knew her by), vusoveni (my nightingale), mal dovahdin (little dragon-maiden, meant complimentarily), mal yolstrun (little firestorm), filjud or filjudi (star-queen or my star-queen), filsehili (star of my heart). TO NAME A FEW.

as for Ellie's names for him, she might well come to use his birth name, Mímir, as a name just for the two of them—at least until he's comfortable reclaiming it altogether. as a lover of languages, she's fluent in Old Bretic, which is just me repurposing Quenya Elvish; as their relationship develops, she'll call him anarinya (my sun). in Dovahzul, she might go for rinisili, wuth dovah (old dragon, meant teasingly), or to match his filsehili, shulsesili (sun of my soul).

26. Who gets jealous most often? How does their S/O deal with that?

funnily enough, that draconic urge to go all "mine!" aside, they're not jealous people, either! I don't think they really see a need for it, not when they know just how much the other feels for them.

30. Describe how one character would cheer up the other after a hard day.

let's say Ellie has a bad day for whatever reason, one that cannot be improved by killing whomever or whatever is responsible—ahem. either on foot or through flight, Miraak will take her to a secluded beauty spot where they can both just be. if she wishes to talk, she can, but if not, what better way to calm down than to watch the stars, the sunset, or the world going by?

she'll often do this for Miraak, too, or simply hold him in comfort. through her, he's learning that there exists a world where he can be what he might deem weak, and there's neither danger nor shame in it, only safety.

85. Their S/O is tipsy. How do they handle it?

for a good while, it's Ellie who has the stronger alcohol tolerance of the two of them—after all, several millennia in Apocrypha probably reduced Miraak's ability to hold his mead, and she likes a glass of wine or two now and then. she finds him funny when he's a little tipsy, as long as he doesn't fall asleep and render himself impossible to move without magic given the height and weight difference between the two of them.

(get them both drunk, however, and they'll start chatting animatedly, or trotting off on an Adventure, or wandering between Tamrielic and Dovahzul like it's no big deal, or No Really, I Can Do This Fascinating Thing With Magic, Look—)

[moonbyulsstuff]

hiiii I've been reading all of your writings about questism and lookism i really like your writing about the characters! Can you do Kang Seok from questism please??????? I'M CRAVING FOR HIM SO BAD...

I Love You.

GN Reader.

Requested.

Masterlist.

Request Rules.

Kang Seok, the man who rule over his school, his territory in Gangbuk. A powerful man.

No one could control him or his temper, but in all honesty, he's a man who can control his temper just fine except in rare cases where he just can't control his temper.

But there's one person who can control him and calm him down.

And that was [Name] [L.Name], they were childhood friends with Seok. They had known Seok for many years considering their parents were close, and that led to the two meeting.

Seok is soft towards them and can't bring himself to get mad at them, and nobody really knows about this side of Seok considering he doesn't talk a lot about his personal life.

But you can already guess where this is going, Seok has been harboring feelings for his childhood friend but he can never bring himself to say it to them.

Since he feel likes romance is just a waste time but over the years, and seeing [Name] introduce him to their significant other, time and time again.

Seok feels like he's going insane by it, he would feel the jealousy bubbling inside of him whenever he see's [Name] by their s/o side and being all lovey dovey with them. He so desperately wants to be the one by their side.

Their arms wrapped around them. Feeling their lips against his and so, so much more.

But... he can never bring himself so...

So, in order for his problem to be solve. He started to distance himself from [Name].

It hurts him whenever they see their crestfallen look on their face after he ignores them, he desperately wants to go back and hug him and tell them, how sorry he is.

But he can never bring himself so, it hurts. But he reassurers himself that it was for the best.

For him, and his feelings.

"Boss, are you alright?"

One of Seok right hand man said as he nodded and continued to look out the view. "Yes, just thinking." He said as the man nodded.

"Alright boss, and oh. [Name] is here to see you."

Seok breath hitched as he heard the name of someone he's been avoiding, he heard his henchmen walk away as someone entered the room, which he presumes to be [Name].

And now, they were all alone.

Just the two of them, with no one to disturb them.

"Seok?"

They called out as Seok didn't look at them, [Name] sighed and called out once more. "Seok?" They said as he still didn't look at them which irritated [Name] greatly.

[Name] walked towards the man. "Seok!" Their voice much louder than before causing for the said male to finally look at them.

Then he felt [Name] on his shoulders. "What has been going on Seok?! Why have you been ignoring me?! Tell me! Seok! Tell me!" [Name] yelled as they feel like their about to burst to tears right then and there after two weeks of being ignored by their best friend.

Their heart beating loudly against their chest as Seok looked down and his hand traveled to [Name] arm, holding it. "[Name].. I wish I could... but..."

"But what?!"

Seok was quiet once more pissing [Name] off. "Seok! Tell me! I need to know! You... you!" [Name] said as tears started to come out.

Seok was shocked to say the least, he stood up and hugged them. He knew he messed up, Seok knew he should have told them instead of avoiding them but the thought of rejection held him back to telling them on how he actually feels.

"Please... Seok... tell me..."

He knows he should tell them right here, right now.

"It's... because I like you.."

[Name] looked at him with shock. "Wh-What?" They said as Seok let them go and turned to look back at the sky. "I have been harboring feelings for you and I know... I know you won't return this feelings... that's why I.. I had been avoiding you for the past 2 weeks."

Silence, it was silence after that. Seok knew he was going to get rejected but what comes next, shocked him.

He felt a stinging pain against his cheek, his eyes widened as he look back at [Name].

"You idiot..."

"[Na]-"

Seok then felt [Name] hugging him once more and hiding their face against his chest/neck and mumbled. "You should've told me..." They said as Seok was shock.

"What?"

"I never got to tell you this... but a few weeks ago before you started to ignore me... me and R/N broke up... I found out they were cheating on me with someone else... and my feelings for you resurfaced."

Seok eyes then open from the sudden information. "What do you mean?" He asked, wanting more conformation. "I... I've had feelings for you, for a long time but never got to tell you... and I was afraid of rejection so, I dated other people to forget this feelings but I can't..." [Name] said.

"I know, that was a jerk move to the people I have dated but... I.."

Seok held their face and looked at them straight in the eye. "Oh [Name]..." He said as he wipes the tears away and [Name] leaned against his hand. "I'm sorry..." They said as Seok frowned.

He then kissed their cheeks surprising [Name]. "I'm sorry too [Name], I should've told you instead of ignoring you." Seok said as [Name] cried even harder which lead to Seok comforting them.

And after awhile, [Name] eventually fell asleep against Seok. He played with their hair and holding them as a small smile on his face.

"I love you... [Name]."

[siriannatan]

Convex Thing - modern magic au

I recently decided to, maybe, take a different take on this AU when I have more time so here's a bit o a thing I have had in my file for ages and thought it'd be a shame if it stayed there forever.

Cub was a bit shocked when his grandmother left him her old manor. He wasn't particularly close with her, or anyone in the family for that matter. Grandma was known for being weird and her insisting she was a witch certainly didn't help. Or that Cub hasn't seen her since he was about twelve. But he did call her a few times every year. To give her holiday and birthday wishes. And send her cards for all these holidays and birthdays. Maybe his numerous cousins and siblings didn't? Maybe she just liked that he kept even that minimal contact unlike everyone else. Or maybe it was just one of Gertrude's bizarre and random decisions.

Don't take him wrong. He didn't live all that far from her and from time to time, especially as grandma got older, offered he'd come over to mow the lawn or do her shopping but grandma always insisted her helper - she hired one of those at some point, had it all handled. So Cub eventually stopped offering. He would not spend his holidays with her though. He hated celebrating holidays and would rather stay home and get some more work in. Being single and having a flexible job he could easily do that.

It took him some time to get to moving into grandma's house. He had some things to take care of at his previous place. Family to argue with - they wanted him to sell it but Cub could not. Grandma wrote in her will that he had to live there at least for five years before he could sell it or do anything else. The relator in charge of the will didn't say anything about Gran's helper when Cub asked what was a bit surprising. He wanted to thank them for helping Gran. It probably saved him a lot of time and money in driving and gas. He did not push the topic much though, he could probably find that helpers contact at the house.

Back to grandma's house. Parking by the gate Cub just remembered how big the place was. It almost seemed bigger than what he remembered from Mom forcing him and his siblings to visit all those years ago. Purely out of courtesy and she gave up around the time Cub was twelve. It was in a good state, the garden could use some attention. The helper probably didn't have much time to deal with that as Gran's health got worse. Or the fall. Cub knew absolutely nothing about gardening and now had a big garden in the back and even more greenery in the front of the house. Maybe it was normal maybe not, he didn't care all that much.

As he looked over the house from outside he could not help but notice that some upstairs windows were open. That was a bit worrying but for now, he just assumed that maybe Gran hired some people to look after the house and the five-year thing was to do with their contracts, maybe that mystery helper. That would be better than other options... But the relators didn't mention it. Maybe they thought he knew? Or maybe they didn't know? The fact that the front door was closed did not serve to calm him down in the slightest.

Yes, he could call out and get immediate information on the situation but he was no idiot. Why if it were not good people? So, being smart, Cub went silently through the house. He did not lock the door in case he had to run. He also noted that it opened inside. Not something most people paid much attention to. He went to the living room first. For potential self-defence weapons - there was a fireplace there from what he remembered and those came with tools to care for them. Like sharp pokers.

There was no one save for a sleeping, grey cat in one of the chairs. He had no idea Gran had a cat but did not mind it, he liked cats. For now, he left the cat alone in case it woke up and started making noise. He carefully grabbed one of the pokers from the stand by the fireplace instead and went to explore more. 

He didn't find anyone downstairs. He did find a locked room though and now also kept an eye out for any keys. He never faced stairs as intimidating as that day. There was a possible burglar up there, don't blame him. But with a heavy sigh and a quick reminder that the front door opened to the inside, and a squeeze of the poker, he slowly ascended the stairs. 

The first two bedrooms - his mother's and her two younger sisters - twins - old bedrooms, were empty. Only the master bedroom - his now he guessed, was the only room left.

In that room, he was faced with a shock. A tall man cleaning the room... "Who the hell are you and what are you doing in my house?" Cub asked pointing the poker at the man.

The man spun around, a shock clear on his face. "Oh... you must be Cub," he smiled, pushing the poker away. "I'm Scar, a demon your grandmother summoned to take care of this place and you for at least..."

Cub was no longer listening after the words 'demon' and 'summoned'. Gran did say she was a witch but that was a joke... No... The guy, quite a handsome guy, suddenly had demon horns and a tail and... Cub did the most logical thing he could and fainted. There was a demon cleaning his house and he was apparently stuck with it for the next few years. What else was he supposed to do?

"Oh my," Scar sighed, after barely catching Cub. Gertrude did say magic skipped her daughters but focused strongly on her only grandson. The grandson who had no magical training and was now passed out, was in his arms. It was a while since he could feed properly... And Cub smelled so nice... "I should ask first," the demon scolded himself and instead put Cub in his new bed. Luckily he was pretty much-done cleaning. "Really, Jellie, you should have warned me," he sighed at the cat who walked in and jumped on the bed just as he was done tucking his new master in.

She only meowed at him before settling and falling asleep almost instantly. Scar sighed and said nothing more to the cat. What was he supposed to do while waiting for Cub to wake up? He probably brought some things with him. 

Whistling to himself Scar took Cub's car keys and went to bring anything he brought in and into the bedroom. Cub was unconscious for so long that he had time to hang everything and make some calming tea. And sandwiches, he was guessing Cub might be hungry after a nearly two hours long nap.

Did he hide the tail and horns? No. Cub already saw them and them being suddenly gone would only confuse him even further.

Cub woke up a bit dizzy and maybe more than slightly confused. At one moment he was looking for possible intruders in the mansion Gran left him, the next he met a pretty housekeeper... Who happened to be a demon his grandma apparently summoned to look after him and the house. At least he was handsome... Why was he so okay with a demon being in his house?

As he forced himself to face the situation and opened his eyes Cub didn't immediately see any demons. There was the cat from the living room curled up on his bed. It stared at him before running off meowing a couple of times. Was it to do with the demon... Scar...

"Feeling better?" speak of the devil, literally. Just as Cub wondered what he might be up to Scar walked in with a tray. With tea and sandwiches. A fancy tray with legs that he placed on the bed next to Cub. "I thought you might be hungry, and brought all your stuff in from your car," he grinned, pointing to where Cub guessed the closet was.

Cub was happy he didn't have to empty his car's trunk on his own but he wasn't quite sure how to feel that someone else did that for him. "How long was I out?" he asked eyeing the teas a bit suspiciously. It was probably safe to drink... If Scar wanted to hurt him he'd have a lot of chance to do so already. But instead, he tucked him in and brought his boxes up.

"Couple hours, I hope I put all your things out to good spots," the demon grinned sitting at the edge of the bed.

Blink. Blink. Scar didn't just bring his stuff up. He unpacked it. All of it... Including the embarrassing things... Like... Like... "You didn't have to..." Cub mumbled. He was sure he was blushing like crazy. When one ignored the horns and tail Scar was very, very attractive. And Cub was very single for a long while and... "Do you have any idea why Gran left this place to me?" he asked grabbing the tea. Anything to not think about Scar unboxing certain things Cub would rather no one knew he owned.

"Well, lady Gertrude wanted the house to go the grandchild with the best affinity for magic and that happens to be you," Scar said, as if that made any sense. Cub was no 'mage', he was a free-lance programmer. 

"I... I never learned any magic..." he opted to say instead of protesting. If he was here then gran and this demon probably had ways of checking. Without seeing him... Creepy.

"You are a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to that but you can still learn," Scar shrugged, not at all bothered but his grin fell a little bit. "The office is locked with magic though... I can't open it, there should be some books in the basement or the attic," the demon hummed and his grin rose up a bit.

Cub looked at him while thinking about the whole thing. He probably could still pack his stuff and just leave but... that wasn't his style. His style was struggling with a challenge as long as it took to overcome it and learn magic, he himself was shocked he was thinking this, sounded like a challenge. A challenge for another day but not one he was running away from. "Okay... I can try learning that stuff..." he sighed moving to the sandwiches. "You're not going to eat?" he asked, just because Scar was looking at him weirdly.

"No. Demons eat other things," Scar shook his head. "But feel free to ask for anything if you're hungry," he quickly added. "I'm here to take care of you, after all."

"Mhm. What do demons eat?" Cub was curious by nature and it would probably kill him one day but he accepted that fact a long time ago.

"Depends on the kind of demon you're dealing with. Some eat souls, some emotions, some nastier things," Scar seemed to shrug as Cub finished a second sandwich. He was really hungry after that unplanned nap. And still, a bit shaken that Scar unpacked his stuff...

"And you?" he continued asking at Scar's lack of a proper answer. 

The demon eyed him for a second before speaking. "Are you sure you want to hear it?" he asked and Cub nodded while chewing. "A certain kind of excitement. I'm a lust demon, Cubby, a hungry one and you're real pretty. And have a lot of magic in ya', it's been hard to not eat you up," Scar grinned leaning closer to Cub. "And you're not getting rid of me."

Cub just stared at him while processing all that. He was a bit surprised Scar was willing to say it all. And it explained why he was not too bothered by certain... things Cub owned. "And how does that work exactly?" 

Scar laughed. Loud, long and at a point annoying to Cub. He was just curious. "It's not as dangerous as humans make it sound," he grinned. "I'd say it's even pleasant to anyone I'm feeding off of," he hummed as the now empty tray vanished.

[writingwintermoon]

Fluff Alphabet

(I lost the post where this came from originally, if this looks familiar let me know)

Here's another writing exercise... a fluffy prompt alphabet featuring Boba and Fennec.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When Boba and Fennec first teamed up (before they got his armor back, before they realized their feelings), they would spar and do target practice together, and scheme and discuss plans; they still do that, but with more of an understanding. They're always working on Gotra stuff; they even talk in bed about how to better the Gotra (like, chatting while they're going to bed/getting up, not during anything spicy). They're both acts-of-service focused.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

The first time I watched TBoBF episode 4, I frankly had to rewind to be sure that he didn't say "brains, brawn, and beauty". I'm glad he didn't though, he would want to give Fennec space and would never wish to make her stay if she didn't want to.

Fennec loves how weird and intense Boba is, how driven he is to be a kinder and more noble man than the person she surely met at least once in the past. She is charmed by his hardheadedness--it's always arresting to find someone who makes you go, damn, they're worse than me. She is appreciative that he saved her life, but the moment they flew away from the Palace in the ship, she knew that she could totally rely on him, that they shared something even deeper than a life debt. She loves how he sighs resignedly at her pushing his buttons (literally and metaphorically), she loves knowing that he absolutely has her back too, and she saw the swagger he had the moment he put his armor back on: she had to calm herself. She definitely loves his old self-confidence, but is rather charmed by his 'gracious Daimyo' self... and especially the tender side that only she gets to see. She is honored to be treated so gently and reverently.

Boba looooooves tough ladies... I'd consider his conversation with Koska to be Mandalorian Flirting, and of course in RotJ he gives Boushh the ol' "wassup girl" nod after the thermal detonator ultimatum. I bet that he's had a crush on Fennec for years because she's an ace shot, a keen businesswoman, AND fine as hell. He loves how sensible, practical, but slightly hedonistic she is, he loves her smirk smile... he had to catch his breath the first time he saw her with her hair down. He loves how completely on board she is with his ridiculous plans, he loves trusting her to rein him in.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Fennec acts sensible, and grounds Boba with her demands that he take care of himself--to eat, to not climb inside a dead monster, etc... she'll set a hand on his and remind him that she isn't going to leave.

Boba is less good with his words when Fennec is upset, but is steadfast and tries to do what she does for him. He'll save her every time, until he himself is dead.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Boba probably does dream of officially making Fennec his Queen, getting a second throne and all... maybe formally adopting a couple of the Mods. Really setting himself up to love and be beloved by his town and family... like, I'm thinking some end of RotJ happy family shit, some end of Return of the King, Arwen and Aragorn presiding over a new age shit!

I really don't know if Fennec would even let herself consider something so normal, so safe... but whatever her dreams are, Boba is at her side. She has finally met someone who feels right.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

They are both hardheaded independents, and can be set in their ways, but Boba relies on Fennec's wisdom more than he may even admit to her. He will do anything that she asks, and knows that she trusts him too.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

It would take a lot for either one of them to actually feel betrayed. If there were some kind of silly misunderstanding I feel like there would be the silent treatment, the businesslike cold shoulder, but hopefully amended quickly, ideally in Shakespearean comedic fashion.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Fennec takes a minute to believe that Boba didn't just save her life so that she'd be indebted to him; but once she understands that, she takes it to heart to show him loyalty almost because of that lack of expectation. When Boba finally understands that she's staying by his side not out of obligation but out of love, he can't help but cry with joy.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I think Fennec probably knows just about everything about Boba's past, maybe even more than he does. He isn't exactly forthcoming, but is ready to explain as things come up. We as the audience still don't really know shit about Fennec, so I think Boba cherishes every detail he learns. As far as Gotra business is concerned, they are 100% on the same page, and can communicate not quite telepathically, but certainly by eyebrow.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Both--obviously Boba saved Fennec's life, but that kind of seems to have been the will of the Force that he was close by enough to have seen the flash charges. Fennec also helped Boba remember who he is.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Boba can be considered to have flirted with Koska, and Cara calls him by just his first name, so I'm thinking that he may have picked up a thing or two from Lando and can be smooth when he tries. Maybe this method didn't work on Fennec, and she prefers his intense poetic banished prince horse girl bullshit. She thinks him flirting is funny, like a party trick. She loves when he flirts with other tough ladies--and they both know that he does so for business reasons, and that they are one another's main priority.

Fennec sometimes will be overcome with a need for attention, and sit on Boba's lap in the cockpit or drag him up to her bedchamber away from prying eyes. She knows she has to tell him with words, but she wants him to know that she needs him as much as he needs her.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I can't decide when their first kiss happens... there are so many delicious options: later that night after Boba asks Fennec to become the first member of his gotra, maybe after they see Din speed away from Cobb with Boba's armor, sometime before Tython, on Tython while Din is going through the RC's remains, on Morak anytime, in the cockpit anytime, after letting Din taunt Gideon, before storming the Arcataz, after storming the Arcataz, on the throne of the Palace after their great success... maybe even after solidifying Boba's rule, and Fennec feels safe in allowing herself that affection, allowing their relationship to be seen by others as something more than just business.

Whenever it happens, it's a romantic and meaningful time. They both finally feel safe to express their feelings.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would feel natural--they realize they have been in love for a long time, and for once had to put words to it... it would either be in an insanely dire situation (think Anakin and Padmé on Geonosis, or Leia and Han in the carbon freezing chamber), or it would be at the most ordinary time, like at dinner or something. <3

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Author's Note: I literally said "holy shit" out loud to myself watching TBoBF Ep 4; his business proposal sounded so much like a marriage proposal that I almost expected Fennec to say something about it. (I recommend this fic: "The Question" by @sharkariaria, https://archiveofourown.org/works/37272115 for exploring that idea!)

I like the sort of "Emma" conclusion where they both realize that the other is the only one, and if it happens in canon that's kind of how I see it going down... I would love for some Shakespearean or Austenic comedic situation, but surely Boba would try to be extremely romantical and poetic... Fennec would roll her eyes, smiling, and say "shut up and kiss me". Their marriage would be like their Daimyoship, egalitarian and unconventional.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

As far as I can tell, just the thrill of trusting someone with their first name is plenty... but I really want to hear Boba call Fennec "my Queen", maybe even just in private.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

They both try not to be obvious, but everybody else figures it out even before they do.

Fennec's love language is acts of service... making sure Boba is respected as Daimyo, making sure he eats, making sure he's sleeping well...

Boba has written a shitload of poetry for/about Fennec which may or may not ever get to see the light of day, he's the epitome of 'if I loved you less I might be able to talk about it more'. He also strikes me as the gift-giving type.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Fennec is very sensitive about the concept of the Daimyo's dignity and doesn't want to show the people that Boba has any weaknesses (i.e. his feelings for her). Boba understands this, but around friends isn't shy to let his smile linger on hers. They are both not shy at all about bragging about their business partnership, but the Venn diagram of what is business and what is their lives is a circle here.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

They are both very practical, and they have both been through so much... Boba absolutely wants to have something worth protecting in his life.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Fennec tries to maintain the facade of being "just the Daimyo's guard", but when they're alone, Boba is unabashedly romantic with her. Fennec tries to play it cool but she secretly loves being the subject of his courtly love.

Even cliché stuff seems creative with these two hardened hunters... Give me banter. Give me a hand touch with eye contact. GIVE ME THE ANIDALA MEADOW PICNIC SCENE BUT WITH BOBA AND FENNEC AND THE RANCOR.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

They believe in one another 100%. Fennec thought Boba's plan sounded crazy, but only he could think of such an idea, so she was on board. He knew that her intimidating presence alone would help his cause, and it does.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

There's no such thing as "everyday life" in the Outer Rim, so they find a lot of solace in the ordinary with one another...

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

They are both very private, mysterious people, but they definitely understand one another. They have both grown a lot as people since teaming up, and again I am assuming that they've met at least once in the past, so they both understand that the other has also grown. Fennec is really proud of Boba's turn.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It started out as a business partnership--a very important and personal business partnership, mind you--but by the end of TBoBF, the business partnership is the life partnership is the love partnership is their lives.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Even though the Daimyo has many comfy robes at his disposal, Boba gives Fennec Jango's old blue shirt to wear as pajamas... he wanted to give her something personal of his to show the depth of his affection, and he likes feeling the fabric as they cuddle.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In private, they are both very affectionate. Boba is a huge cuddler. Fennec loves feeling him relax when she's the big spoon, knowing that he feels safe with her. She also loves for Boba to run his fingers through her hair.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

They both know about hardship, and surely they could cope if it were for business reasons, but they really haven't been apart other than during missions since they have teamed up. They're kind of inseparable. Boba certainly has had enough of being alone... and Fennec is probably worried he'll get into trouble without her.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Absolutely, they both are. They've both put their lives in the others' hands, and Boba brought her back to life on the off chance she'd agree to help get his ship back! The both depend on one another, and would do anything for the other.

[blackbird-brewster]

Hi .. for the prompt writing

18 or 89 or 143 for Jemily

(you can choose , cause I can't)

Thanks for the prompts, I chose to do #89! Cross posted on AO3.

89: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Sexy in Grey

Ship: JJ/Emily || Rated: M || WC: 1700

Emily rubbed her temples to stave off an impending headache. She was currently sitting in Deputy Director Bailey's office for the third time in a week and she was at her wit's end. Bailey was nothing but a hedge-fund manger in a cheap suit who's newest past-time was making Emily's life a living hell.

She knew accepting the role of Section Chief would require plenty of bureaucratic bullshit and ego-stroking, but she never expected her boss to be nearly twenty years younger than herself, with no experience in the field, and a permanent silver spoon stuck in his mouth.

Today's lecture was nothing new, Bailey was on one of his usual tirades about the BAU, not that Emily was fully paying attention. The two of them did this song and dance so often she could pretty much write the script from memory at this point.

Bailey would say, "You went against my orders, you're over budget, your agents are rouge and disrespectful to authority!"

Emily would bite her tongue and remind him of the BAU's excellent track record of getting results and being experts in what they did.

The two of them would trade heated words and Emily would ultimately let Bailey think he won, just so she could get the hell out of his office. Currently, she figured they were still above five minutes away from that inevitable ending.

Her phone chimed in her jacket pocket and she prayed for an emergency so she had an excuse to leave. She smiled when she saw JJ's name in the notification bar. Even when she was being belittled by Bailey, Emily found solace in the fact her girlfriend would always make things better afterwards. When she unlocked her phone and went to see JJ's text, her eyes went wide as she saw the unexpected sight of JJ's tits.

"Am I boring you, Prentiss?" Bailey scowled when Emily's attention stayed on her phone for a handful of seconds.

Emily quickly put it back in her pocket and tried to collect herself after the shock of seeing JJ's inappropriate nude . She put on the sickeningly sweet tone she often used to placate Bailey, "No, of course not. I just need to go take care of something. How about you and I pick up this argument same time tomorrow?"

"Prentiss, I swear to you --"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Emily was up and rushing out of his office. She made a beeline to the elevator, pressing the button impatiently, until the doors opened. Two floors down and one mad dash through the hallway, she arrived back to her office.

She called JJ, scolding her girlfriend as soon as the call connected. "I cannot believe you just sent me that photo while I'm at work! I was in a meeting with the Deputy Director, Jennifer!"

JJ chuckled under her breath, "Hello to you too, baby. I'd say I'm sorry, but we both know I wouldn't mean it."

"You're the worst," Emily replied affectionately. "At least it gave me a reason to leave."

"Where are you now?"

Emily relaxed into her desk chair, amazed by how little it took for JJ to calm her down. "My office. I've got so much to do today. I wish you were here."

"I should be back tomorrow," JJ said with an air of commiseration. Ever since Emily became Section Chief, she worked exclusively out of Quantico, while JJ, on the other hand, was still in the field all the time. They made it work the best they could, but it wasn't an ideal situation. JJ's schedule meant they'd go days at a time without seeing each other. "Ignoring my bad timing, what did you think of the photo?"

Emily pulled her phone away from her ear so she could look at the picture in question. JJ was laying on a bed, golden tresses splayed out in a blonde halo around her head, smirk on her lips. The photo cut off a little below her breasts, but Emily could hazard to guess the rest of JJ's body was just as naked.

"Beautiful, as always," she finally replied. "I'm going to make you pay for this when you get home, you know that, right?"

"Oh, I know," JJ sighed wistfully. "I'm counting on it. God, Em, I swear three days away from you is way too long. Never thought I could be so needy about sex, but here we are."

"I think it's endearing when you get like this," Emily replied. "Makes me still feel wanted."

"Em, baby, you know I always want you," JJ said. "Always have, always will."

Emily caught her reflection on her laptop screen and frowned at her grey hair. It had taken a lot of encouraging from JJ (with help from Garcia and Tara too) for Emily to feel comfortable enough to stop dying her hair and for the most part, she loved her new look, but there were still random moments of doubt. JJ was nearly ten years younger than Emily and while their age difference had never been an issue, the physical expression of Emily's age was far more obvious now.

"Baby, I can hear you thinking," JJ said. Even without seeing Emily, she knew when her girlfriend was getting in her head about something. "I love you, Em. And I'm desperately horny for you."

Emily chuckled at that. "Thanks, love. I appreciate the thought, even if I'm still not fully convinced you --"

"Emily," JJ interrupted in the same stern tone she used in the bedroom. "Stop talking," Emily immediately did as she was told and JJ continued, "Do you have anymore meetings today?"

When she didn't get a reply, she added, "You may answer."

Emily swallowed a moan as a wave of arousal coiled in the pit of her stomach. "I have one meeting later today, but that's not until 15:00."

"Good," JJ hummed. "You know what comes next, don't you, pretty girl? You know what happens when you talk down about yourself like this."

Emily's reply was almost a plea, "Jen -- "

"Yes, I do know you're at work," JJ answered instinctively. "Do you think I care about that? I want you to sit there quietly and listen to how wet I am for you, listen to how I fuck myself thinking about you. It goes without saying, you're not allowed to touch yourself. We wouldn't want Section Chief Prentiss to be caught with her hand in her pants, now would we?"

"No," Emily sighed. She pinned her phone between her cheek and her shoulder so her hands were free, but she didn't dare disobey JJ's instructions. She ghosted her fingertips over her thighs as she listened to JJ getting into position on her end.

It wasn't the first time Emily was made to listen while JJ masturbated. Truthfully, phone sex used to seem preposterous, something teenagers do, but when JJ was out of town so often, this had become part of their regular routine when they were missing each other. It wasn't always one sided, but even when it was, Emily loved it.

For the next ten minutes, Emily listened to JJ fingering herself, her moans between the dirty talk, she told Emily all the things she wanted to do when she got home, all the ways she was going to show Emily how hot she was, until finally, JJ came with Emily's name on her lips. It was an erotic experience, hearing her girlfriend fucking herself from three states over, while Emily sat in her office at Quantico. Even without physically touching herself, Emily knew her underwear were absolutely ruined from the exchange. One thing was for sure, the headache Bailey caused had been completely eliminated, now replaced with arousal and a renewed eagerness to get through the rest of her day so she could get home and take care of herself.

"Are you convinced now?" JJ asked rhetorically. "You're so fucking sexy, Em."

"Yeah, that was definitely a convincing performance," Emily smiled into her phone, even though JJ couldn't see her expression. "At this rate, you're going to be the death of me."

"Nope, you've already died once," JJ jest. "You don't get to do that again."

Emily's eye roll was basically audible in her voice, "A woman fakes her death one time and she can never live it down. What is the world coming to?"

"Shut up," JJ laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Jen. Can't wait to see you."

"I bet you can't," JJ said. "But until then, I just sent you a little something to keep you going."

Emily's phone chimed and she checked their text thread. JJ sent a photo of the aftermath of their call, nothing left to the imagination this time, and Emily's brain all but short circuited at the sight of JJ sucking her come covered fingers clean with the smuggest look on her face.

"Jesus, Jennifer! You have got to stop sending me nudes while I'm working."

"But it's so cute how flustered you get," JJ replied.

Another chime, another photo.

"Jennifer!"

"Love you," JJ said in a sing-song. "I'll Facetime you tonight and we can pick up from here."

A third chime, and a somehow more explicit photo.

"I'm hanging up now," Emily groaned. "I love you, even if you are absolutely incorrigible. Talk later when I get home."

She ended the call and was immediately met with yet another photo. She quickly sent her reply: [Why are you like this?]

[Because my girlfriend is so hot, I can't help but be horny all the time 😘.]

[Have a great afternoon, Section Chief Prentiss. 🫡]

Emily shook her head at JJ's deviousness while scrolling through the photos again. She wasn't sure what she'd ever done to deserve such such a loving, albeit sometimes frustrating, girlfriend, but Emily also couldn't imagine her life any other way.