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astroyongie · 5 months ago

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♡₊˚ What Your Venus Says About You・₊✧

Note: Another post to celebrate the February month, aka valentines and love month! I hope you guys enjoy this post <33

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♀️Aries: People with venus in Aries they are usually bold and passionate in love, as they do enjoy the thrill of the chase. They are natural flirts but in a way that is very natural so it doesn't feel forced and often their way of flirting is seen as being dominants or showing how secure they are. They are good lovers, the type to make you feel desired and wanted. They can't keep their hands to themselves as their love goes a lot through their facial expression and their need to grasp their love ones

♀️Taurus: People with venus in Taurus are usually very sensual and they are physically attractive to a lot of people. They are equally loyal, it's a placement that values loyalty and values stability in their relationship. They can have a hard time falling in love due to their expectations but when they love it's quite deep. They are romantics as well and physical pleasure is the main way for them to show their love of affection. Neck kisses and cuddles are such an important thing. Depending on the mars placement, they are people with high libidos, who need physical affection and interaction to be happy.

♀️Gemini: People with venus in Gemini are playful and curious lovers, they use jokes and humor to seduce and they are the type to put a lot of interest in their partner's likings and ways of living. They need and love intellectual stimulation in relationships, so there's the need to have arguments, debates, communication and sharing teas and secrets to keep people with this placement stimulated. They love kissing and holding hands for sure.

♀️Cancer: People with venus in Cancer are honestly very nurturing and sentimental with their partner and depending on the placement they can either take the role of the caregiver or they expected to have a caregiver in their life so they can feel the plenitude of love. these people seek deep emotional connections with their partners, as their love need to be soul like links, they need to feel like fated in order to work

♀️Leo: People with venus in Leo, believe or not but they are true romantics and expressives with their love. Some people see them as egocentric lovers and although some other placement can favorite that, Leo venus are also loyal and they will fight blood and bones for their love ones. They enjoy grand gestures of love., they need to feel appreciated and love, and if you are able to make them feel like you worship the ground they walk on, they will put you up in the highest pedestal

♀️Virgo: People with venus in Virgo are known to be practical lovers as the type of providing for their partner and only getting in a relationship if they feel like the relationship truly Is meaningful. Virgos are also devoted when they are in love, it's the "ride or die" type of energy. They show love through acts of service as they are usually very bad with affection and words, so they try the best they can with other ways

♀️Libra: People with venus in Libra are another ones who are just so gorgeous and a talent to attract people. they are charming and diplomatic, with a flirt capacity of seduction while also not being too much. So they make people want to chase them, want to own them and libra venus know how to play that in their favor. they thrive in harmonious relationships, where their partner isn't into intensities, they want something stable and organized so they can just lay back and be cared for

♀️Scorpio: People with venus in Scorpio are without a doubt and surprise intense and magnetic individuals, the type that you are attracted to them but wouldn't dare to come close. their energy is strong, and when it comes to love they crave deep, transformative love. the type that will change them and their life, the time that will fix their heart, that is deep and almost like a soul connection. a partner for life whom they can pour all their devotion on

♀️Sagittarius: People with venus in Sagittarius are the typical adventurous lover, the on who is never content with what they have and they need constant stimulation in their relationship. due to their free spirited self, they need a love that is full of excitement and freedom, a love where they don't feel trapped in the relationship and where they can be themselves. Don't trap them, you gotta love them the way they are without trying to cage them into ideals

♀️Capricorn: People with venus in Capricorn are reserved people, they have huge commitment issues that because when they do commit it's usually because they are serious about the relationship. they value loyalty and long term security, as they don't have time to waste in relationships that won't take them to something stable and true. They are scared of not being enough as well, so they are careful who they allow in their heart

♀️Aquarius: People with venus in Aquarius are often attracted to relationships that are unconventional (eg, divorced, age gap, different social backgrounds or cultures, ect) and because of their independent nature they can also have some commitment issues. aquarius loves with a sense of detachment, because they often try to protect themselves for the cruelty of life, yet they still have a particular type of love to give

♀️Pisces: People with venus in Pisces are the typical dreamy and compassionate lovers, they have very high expectations and ideals which often is what keeps them to be happy in relationships or find the right person for them. they seek soul deep romantic connections, they crave love in such a deep way, it's more than physical or soul like, it's almost existential, they want to be loved like a love song loves.

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♀️1st House: Having venus in your 1st house makes your naturally charming and attractive. So physically you are someone very beautiful and attractive to others and you also possess some flirting insights that easily make people fall into your web. people with this placement they are also very influenceable, love influences identity. the typical "ah you changed" the moment they get in a relationship or are in love

♀️2nd House: Having venus in the 2nd house usually shows that you value luxury and security. They are the typical people who enjoys to be a "stay home" partner while they are being provided for their needs. these people also enjoy sensual pleasures, they have high libidos and they show their affection through physical contact and intimacy.

♀️3rd House: Having venus in the 3rd house makes people be the type who love to communicative and thus share thoughts and overexplain things in their relationship and especially to solve their arguments in the spot. they can also be quite witty in love as they do enjoy flirting and conversation. This can also show outside the relationship, so they enjoy to talk and flirt with others even when there isnt intention behind their words

♀️4th House: Having venus in the 4th house makes people to be emotionally invested in home and family. Often they are people who have a close relationship with their parents and siblings and they also have a strong desire to create and have their own family. Some people with this placement marry and have kids rather young in their life. their love feels like comfort as they are very nurturing and the type to really take care of their home and provide for their family

♀️5th House: Having venus in the 5th house shows a lot of romantism, and honestly yes they are the type to always surprise you with their gesture and how romantic they can be. Most people with this placement have an artistic side to them that they can use to show their affection toward their love one. they enjoy love in all their aspect, but some of them can even struggle with love affairs

♀️6th House: Having venus in the 6th house usually makes people devoted and helpful partners as they are the type to put their partners need before their own, even if it means hurting by the end of it. they show care through small gestures as often physical affection or words aren't their best take. They are honest with their love but often seen as not making enough efforts

♀️7th House: Having venus in the 7th house is a nice placement, they are people who truly live for love. depending on other placements, they are people who fall in love quickly or who had several crushes/loves/or partners throughout their life. they are drawn to partnerships, thriving in balanced, loving relationships with people

♀️8th House: Having venus in the 8th house is such an intense thing, because they are very passionate and intense in the way they show their love (either with their words, affection or even physically/intimately). they are the type to seek deep emotional and physical bonds with others. they have high libidos and sex is an important part of the way they show love and desire to the other

♀️9th House: Having venus in the 9th house can be quite a challenge. they are usually attracted to loves that are slightly different, and their love life can be quite adventurous with a lot of movement. They are known to have a lot of come and go relationships, never really settling. Other than that, they are known to be philosophical partners, who thrive with the thought of growth in love.

♀️10th House: Having venus in the 10th house usually makes relationships a little complicated, as these people are mostly focused on their career area more than their love situations. Yet they are also able to attract powerful partners, and people with high status and good financial backgrounds. yet some comittment issues are common due to the Capricorn energy

♀️11th House: Having venus in the 11th house is honestly such a lively placement, people with this house have social love, idealistic love and values friendship in relationships. This means that they often find love through social settings, friendships and they need their partner to be a friend and a confident more than just someone to love.

♀️12th House: Having venus in the 12th house is honestly complicated in my point of view. many with these placements are often stuck in secretive relationships which is paradoxical because they crave soulful and spiritual bonds with their love ones. They are the type that could die for their love ones and their love life will impact their life and their health a lot

#astrology #astrology facts #birth chart #astro community #astrology signs #astrology readings #astrology predictions #astroblr #zodiac #astrology venus #venus #venus astrology

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impish-baby · 9 months ago

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Ooo what about a group of fae caregivers who have been watching reader for a while and deem that this baby can’t go on longer without being taken care of, to then lead the reader out into the woods to never get them go.

Love your work btw :))

Fae!!! My favorite honestly, I hope this is alright! ^^

Come along now, run away from the humdrum. We'll go to a place that is safe from greed, anger, and boredom - Fae caregivers x reader - ☘️

The woods have always felt like a second home to you. Towering trees that stretch into the clouds, babbling brooks, it's all so much more tranquil than your busting town. Sometimes, it even feels like the forrest cares just as much about you as you care for it. It's silly, you know, but it makes you happy.

The rumors of fae are forever present, but they do nothing to deter your longing for the wild. Old wives' tales are all they are, whisperings meant to keep children from wandering too far from home and getting lost. Even if there's truth to the stories, it's none of your business. Really, you just need to be polite (something you should already do) and guard your name, it isn't that difficult.

Leaves crunch underfoot as you travel the familiar path into the woods, the changing of seasons obvious. You're a little sad to see the green go, but it is only nature's coarse. The autumn season gives way for lots of good harvest at least, basket in hand in hopes of bringing a few spoils home. As you travel deeper into the trees, the sun is eventually swallowed by the canapy, beams of light being the only thing allowed through.

A fox catches your eye for just a moment, the creature staring at you from the undergrowth. You can't resist the urge to wave politey, so you do so before it scampers back into the trees. No matter how many times you see one, they're still so beautiful.

Everything is really, that's why you've found yourself crouched in front of a patch of mushrooms reaching out of the forrest floor. They're pretty, a light brown with frilled gills..

"I hope you aren't going to pick them, those are poisonous, they don't make for very good eating.."

The sudden voice from behind you causes you to fall flat on your bottom, a melodious laugh following. "Oh dear, I didn't mean to startle you.." they offer you a hand up, giggling all the while. "Are you alright, darling?"

You manage a nod as you're helped back onto your feet, thanking the man quietly. He's tall, probably taller than anyone you've ever met, and jewelry covers his form as if his beauty didn't speak for itself. His rings catch the light as he raises your hand to his lips.

"You may call me Briar, might I have your name?"

He doesn't falter for second as you shake your head, asking him to call you a nickname instead. "Oh, I get to choose, do I?" Brair rubs his chin like he's deep in thought before springing forward and playfully tapping your nose. "Sprout then, you're just a little thing, it suits you.."

You aren't the happiest about it, but you're in no position to protest. Briar only smiles and steps away, no longer in your personal space, but waiting for you. "Are you out to pick berries perhaps? I know a great spot. I was about to fetch some myself, actually.."

He's expectant, tilting his head at you. "We'll have to go away from the path, but I promise, they'll be the best thing you've ever tasted.." You're reluctant to veer away from what you know, but Brair assures you he won't get you lost, and the promise of goodies is tempting..

You think his smile can rival the sun with how bright it is when you agree, Brair taking your hand in his as you begin to walk into the thicket. It feels right almost having your hand in his, it's strange, you've only just met but he seems familiar. Like you've always known him.

"My friends and I are having a little bit of a party, actually.." He hums, swinging your intertwined hands back and forth. Brair laughs again when you ask about it, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. "A welcome home party, I suppose. One for a beloved member of the family.."

It feels like it takes no time at all to come across the bushes he was referring to. The path, however, is long gone. You don't notice, attention captured by Briar guiding you to sit beside him. He was right, the berries are like nothing you've ever tasted before. They're the sweetest, nothing compares to the burst of joy they give you when you sample one.

By the end of picking, your fingers are stained pink as well as your mouth. Briar hadn't snacked on the fruit like you did, only smiling as you had your fill. "See? Good, right?" He hums, brushing your hair away from your face. "You know.. I'm sure we'll have much more yummy food at the party, I'd be delighted if you came. " Briar pays no mind to your instantaneous about not wanting to intrude and.. and if the rest of the food is as good as what you just ate..

"Perfect.." Briar is already leading you away, although you're unsure when you started walking again. "Ohh, I can't wait.."

You can hear music in the distance, the sounds of merriment beckoning you home.

#famial yandere #platonic yandere #yandere age regression #yandere agere #forced age regression #platonic yandere x reader #forced agere #yandere x reader #you've got mail! 📨#yandere fae #new ocs perhaps..

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last-words-ofashootingstar · 3 months ago

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Losing Dogs

❥Park Seonghwa x fem reader

➯a/n: originally titled "Baby", this is a rewritten version of yandere caregiver seonghwa (my beloved fucking psycho)

Baby Series!

✃... "You are; and always will be — His Baby." ... ✃

♫"You're my baby, say it to me." Mitski, I Bet on Losing Dogs

✫彡wordcount: 6k (a whole 2k more than the original 😟)

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, HEAVY angst i would go as far as to say whumpage

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: stockholm syndrome, mind breaking, extreme spanking, mentions of bribery, mommy hwa (i still cannot help myself two years later), hwa is NOT SANE, everyone is morally grey, age regressor reader(is actually an adult), baby and jongho bff agenda 🐻, mingi needs a hug good gawd DAYUM i be putting him through the ringer, trauma bonding, non-sexual nudity, screaming, baby and ming DEFINITELY have ptsd and san probably does too, this is a toxic ass household ngl

is hwa genuinely sorry or is he manipulating baby? flip a coin and find out

✩index: little space - a regressed state of mind where one feels like a child. little / age regressor - a person who has a little space. hyung - an older male friend or sibling, used by other males.

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"I'm home!" Seonghwa calls out as he enters the apartment, looking around as he takes off his shoes, "sorry I'm late!" Usually by now, you'd be running to greet him. Mingi or San would have yelled back to say hello.

"Hello? Baby?" He peeks his head into the kitchen, where dinner is untouched on the stove.

"San?" He shuffles to the living room; the news channel on mute.

"Mingi-ya?" Maybe you were in another one of the apartments. You have been spending a lot of time with Jongho.

Your voice makes his heart drop. "No!" From his room at the end of the hall, you shout it with a bone rattling rage.

He's already running down the hallway when he hears a thud and a yell of pain from his younger friend.

"Baby?! Baby!" He grabs the doorway as he slides to a stop, taking in the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

"Hey, please calm down," San whispers, to which you shake your head from where it's hidden in your knees while you press yourself into the wall by the bed. One of your bottles is on the floor at Mingi's feet, and he's holding his arm with a pout. "Hwa is going to be back soon, please, please, don't-"

"Baby?"

All three of your eyes snap towards him, and you cower further into the wall; fear evident in your eyes. He doesn't like that one bit.

"Hyung!" Mingi steps in front of his view, as if to shield you.

"C'mon, peanut, please," San whispers as he leans over the bed to pull you away from the corner, only to be kicked at again.

"Did she throw that at you?" Seonghwa asks as he connects the bottle on the floor to the reddening skin on Mingi's arms.

"Well... yes, but, Hyung-"

"Baby, why would you do that?" He picks up the bottle and slowly sits on the edge of the bed, reaching for you.

You only respond by kicking at his hand with your Hello Kitty socked feet, sniffling and breathing deeply. You refuse to let him get close.

So he turns his attention back to his roomates; both looking an equal mix of scared and sad, guilty even. "What happened? Is she hurt?" He wants to wring them by their necks, really. He wants to scream for answers. How dare they make his precious angel cry? But you hate when he raises his voice, so he takes a deep breath. "Mingi?"

The youngest man looks down, sniffing back his own tears.

"San?"

"Hyung... We- honestly, we didn't mean to upset her! It was an honest mistake-" He's stumbling over his words, trying to think of a way to put this that will have neither you or them in trouble. He truly feels for you, so does Mingi.

But it's been months. It's been six and a half months. If they would or could have helped you really get away, they'd have done it by now. Maybe they were cowards for not calling the police that first night. Or maybe they were just selfish. They didn't want their eldest Hyung to be locked away. They didn't want everything they worked so hard for to be torn away. Or maybe, they're just as scared of him as you are.

He's taking too long, Seonghwa decides. He turns back to you, his hand finding your knee before you can kick it away. "What happened, Baby?"

That little touch makes you fucking snap. A full flip from terrified of the man and back to the rage he heard a few moments ago.

You throw his hand off of you, and he lets it fall back to his side as he watches in shock; his fingers twitching against the soft sheets.

You sit up on your knees, making yourself look bigger than you actually are — as you scream obscenities in his face.

Every curse word in your vocabulary is thrown his way as you go yell how you are not, in fact, His Baby. Even some ones that the men have never heard as you shout that you don't love him. You don't like San, or Mingi- actually, you hate all of his members. They're all cowardly bastards and he is their sick fuck of a leader — those are your exact words as you throw the stuffed bear Jongho made with you at his face.

It hits him on the nose and lands on the floor. His eyes follow it, and don't seem to move after that.

Swears are tumbling out as you say how much you hate it here. You miss your home. You miss your friends. You even miss your job. You want a hug from old Miss Lee.

It turns back into rage within an instant. He's forced to listen as you insult his character directly now. Forget about the members, forget about the things you miss. Forget about everything and everyone else; right now you need to let Park Seonghwa know how much you loathe him.

You say he's a freak, he's a pervert. Sick in the head for all the things he's done. There's not a therapist in the whole wide world that could cure him. You can't stand to look at him. He's annoyingly overbearing. You wouldn't spit on him if he were on fire. You'd shoot him twice if you and him were locked in a room with a hungry lion. You aren't His Baby. You aren't even his girlfriend anymore. He's delusional.

San and Mingi watch aghast, jaw dropped and eyes wide as you scream. You're crying so fast and so violently with emotion that your tears create streams down your cheeks that connect on your jaw; going on to drip onto the collar of your baby blue dress.

Seonghwa doesn't dare look at you as you vent your emotions. The words ring around his head like a church bell. You can't possibly mean all of this. He takes care of you, doesn't he? He loves you. He gives you the world and only ever expects your love in exchange.

He thought he had it — your love. It had been months since your last outburst. He, really all of them, thought your defiance had passed. That they could all pretend this was semi-okay.

You let him play with your favorite toys that nobody else was allowed to touch. You gave him kisses and hugs. You let him care for you, you can't mean these things — right? You let him give you baths and do your hair. You let him do everything. He went to sleep with you in his arms and woke up the same way.

"Yah!" You screech, grabbing his neatly fluffed pillow and hurling it at his already lowered head. "Do you even hear me? Park Seonghwa! I hate you!"

The world stops the millisecond the word passes your lips.

You stop screaming; only panting and crying as you see the visible shift in his aura. He goes from unreadable to fucking pissed in a snap.

Mingi backs into San, their eyes as wide as yours.

As you realize what you've done, you slap a hand over your mouth.

It's deadly silent in the room. In the apartment. It seems like the Earth has ceased it's spinning.

Not only could you hear a needle drop, you can hear as a single tear falls from his eye and collides with the hardwood.

Both of them look at him. You look at him. He only looks at the floor.

His shoulders tense up and his breathing gets shallow.

He stands up, almost robotically. You slam yourself back into the wall, watching him closely. He picks up his pillow and dusts it off before putting it back where it belongs.

"Hyung...?" San dares to whisper, but he doesn't get a response.

Seonghwa picks up the bear and presses his lips together, taking another deep breath as he pushes back his hair. "Come get your bear."

You shake your head as he finally meets your fearful gaze. He's so mad that steam may as well be coming out of his ears. "Come here," he commands with a flat tone before he snaps, yelling suddenly, "get the fuck over here!"

You flinch before jumping into action, though the action is a slow crawl to the edge of the bed.

Mingi jolts as well, grabbing Sans arm and giving him a look that begs him to intervene.

But San knows better than to poke an angry bear.

"Baby," his voice is back to a barely contained rage hiding under a sickly sweet syrup, "do you have any idea how many rules you just broke?"

"I d- I'm s-sorry," you stammer as he cups your heated and wet face.

"Raising your voice, throwing things, hitting people, being mean, talking about before, saying naughty words," he squishes your face in his hands as he glares at you, "you're acting like a goddamn brat!"

Mingi doesn't know what to do, he feels like his body isn't responding to his mind. His mind wants to knock Seonghwa over the head and run away with you in his arms. But his body seems to remember the pain of the last time he tried to help you even slightly. He's stuck. He's stuck.

"Hyung, maybe you should take it easy-" San speaks up quietly from Mingi's side.

"Don't get me started on you two! You stay there and shut up, I'll get to you," he snaps his head to face them, getting a glimpse of the outrage that your forced nose to nose with, "I'm taking care of My Baby first. You know I can't let bad behavior go untreated."

He lets go of your face and grabs your collar when you go scramble away, keeping you in place. "six rules, baby. All in... what, ten minutes? Do you really want to make it seven by running away?" You shake your head. He isn't pleased with that answer. "Do you?!"

"No." You manage to squeak out past the lump in your throat that's limiting your air flow.

He lets go of you and backs up. "Bend over the bed."

"Wait, pl-"

"Before I get the paddle."

He doesn't say anything else. He doesn't have to. He just watches as you move at a turtles pace; like these few extra seconds will save you.

After an incident in the early days involving an unlocked window and some sheets, you don't ever want to even see the paddle again.

He doesn't make you move faster. He just stands a few inches away, deadly silent. He only speaks up when you look to the others beggingly. "You aren't allowed to look at them anymore."

It had been a rule when you first arrived. You only got that privilege a few weeks ago and you were kissing it goodbye. You figured it was probably to make you feel isolated, to forget the fact that these were people. People who could help you if your puppy dog eyes worked hard enough.

Mingi is still holding back his tears, sniffing quietly. Even Sans breathing sounds anxious; like if he moves a muscle that he's next on his Hyungs list.

You stand with your back to Seonghwa, your knees touching the edge of the bed. You don't want to bend over. You're afraid. He's never spanked you when he was this angry. You're starting to regret your words already. "Please-"

"Jesus!" He huffs, clearly fed up with your stalling, "bend over, Baby." He shoves your torso over the bed, the stuffed bear landing next to you.

San and Mingi avert their eyes as Seonghwa flips up the skirt on your dress. They may be complacent with his actions, but they certainly don't enjoy or agree with them. They'll never cross that line. They, all seven of the younger members, promised it. Never look at you when you were vulnerable like that. Never touch you. Never help him hurt you directly.

Most of them even decided it would be best to help you however possible without ruining all of their lives in the process. Getting you small gifts. Sneaking you snacks or an extra hour of games or cartoons. Stealing you away to their dorms to play and "babysit" to "give Seonghwa a break."

But there was nothing they could do when Seonghwa told you to do something. Come to bed early. Let him wash your hair. Give him a kiss. Sit on his lap. Bend over.

So they couldn't do anything but look away with heavy weight on their hearts.

The sound of Seonghwa quite literally ripping your panties off your body makes them cringe. Your cries for Mingi to help you remind him of the first night Seonghwa had stolen you away from the world. They make him want to disappear forever.

The way you plead for their help makes San feel like curling up into a ball and never moving again.

"Ming! Ming, please, don't let him hurt me!" You claw at the blanket as Seonghwa traps you with one of his legs on either side of you. "Please, I'm sorry! Sannie, I- ow!!"

Seonghwa doesn't even start easy on you. Smack after smack is landed on your bottom harshly.

"Please!" You don't know who you're crying for. It doesn't matter, does it? Nobody is coming to save you, that's what you realize as the man you once would have trusted with your life spanks you with so much force that it aches all the way through to your hip.

You grab the teddy bear and hug it to your chest tightly as you scream with each of his thwacks.

For the briefest, beautifulest second — you think he's done when he's left one of your cheeks stinging and burning and the sound of the smacks pauses.

Pauses. Because that was just him moving to get a better angle on your other side.

"Mommy!" You sob loudly; and the sound officially makes Mingi cry. He can't hold his tears any longer. He turns his body away completely to try to distance himself from the abuse.

San reaches and wraps his pinky around his; his head similarly hung low with shame and sadness.

It does little to comfort either of them. But it reminds them of the promise they made all of those months ago.

All of their pinkies locked together; they promised to do their best for their obviously challenged Hyung.

Both of your cheeks bruising and hot to the touch, he finally backs up. You don't know how many hits you took, and he doesn't know how many he gave. But you both know that it was more than five per broken rule; which he promised was all he'd ever give when you first broke one.

He moves his legs from either side of you and lets you crumble to the floor in a heap of breathless sobs.

He haphazardly pulls your skirt to cover you before he leaves you alone completely; letting you blubber into your arms without an ounce of comfort to give you.

He looks down at his palm as he steps over you. It's as red and angry as he was.

He slowly looks up at the men. "Tell me what happened."

Mingi wipes his face roughly with his sleeve, standing up straight as San finally reveals what set you off.

"We were going to watch a movie, but... she saw it before we could change the channel."

"What? What did she see?"

"Her missing persons photo. Her best friend was talking about her..."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

It was quiet in the apartment after you finally managed to stop your cries, making yourself stop sobbing and snotting everywhere.

No noise at all. If you hadn't know better, you'd think they all left. But you do know better. Seonghwa refused to ever leave you alone.

Even if they were all busy. When they all had to practice or film, you went with them and sat in the corner and stayed out of the way of the camera "like a good girl", he'd say.

If it was a performance or a recording with people who weren't apart of the company, you were hidden out of sight in the van or backstage. Being watched over by someone who'd coincidentally gotten a raise.

You stayed right there on the floor for the longest time, sobs of anguish turning into defeated sniffs.

Oh, you really outdid yourself this time.

Even at his angriest, he never left your side when there was a tear in your eye; even if he was the cause.

You know he has a zero tolerance policy for that word. An immediate five smacks to the behind, regardless where you were or who was around.

Hate. Ironically, it could be said that he hated it. Especially when it came from your precious lips.

You once said you hated a movie in a casual conversation with Yeosang. And Seonghwa overheard you. He spanked you then and there. He didn't care that all of the members were there, watching you cry out apologies as he hit you over your overalls.

Zero tolerance.

And you aimed it right at him and fired.

And now, deep into the night, he still hasn't come back. You're starting to wonder if your tidal wave of curses and insults broke the last string of humanity around his heart. If he might have killed San and Mingi and that's why it's so quiet. If he's planning on how to kill you, too.

Your body screams in protest as you force yourself up. Yelling all the way as you crawl your way to the pink tent in the corner of the room — right out of sight of his computers camera.

It's placed ontop of soft play mats and filled with childish things that Seonghwa had collected for you and gifts from the other members. Maybe they gave them to you to say they were somehow on your side, or as a peace offering after betraying you.

The softest throw blankets. Pillows of various shapes and sizes; your favorite of which tucked under your head, cradling your face with the faux fur. A small box of your favorite pacifiers and toys that nobody was allowed to touch. You had to be distracted when Seonghwa cleaned them or else you'd throw a fit.

You tug the ribbon keeping the sheer fabric on the side open undone. Like it will shield you. Like it will undo what's been done.

Maybe, in your fragile and breaking mind, it will.

He never comes in here. Only reaches in once every other week to get the blankets and wash them or grab the pacifiers to clean them while you're with the others.

You curl up on your side and find yourself crying all over again as you think about that.

Maybe... just maybe, Seonghwa actually does care about you. In his own fucked up, delusional way. It's not right, and the logical part of you knows that. It's not healthy. But in his sick mind, he's doing the absolute best he can for his precious girl.

You can still see Seonghwa in his room when he's not there. Maybe that's why you hate being stuck in here. Why you always beg the members to let you hang out with them.

It's so neat. So color coordinated. Grey and white and warm lights.

You're the only exception, you come to see. Toys and books and crayons strewn about in your little corner of his world. Your coloring books. Your clothes which you had thrown in your rage before he got home. Your stuffed animals laying around. Your ripped panties and tears and snot on the floor.

You're the only exception. Maybe that's why you get so upset when you slip out of the little space he's made for you. You know you don't fit seamlessly into his life. You know it. You don't belong here.

But you can't leave.

So maybe you should make the best of your shitty situation.

With a groan of effort, you push yourself back up.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

It's even deeper into the night when he finally returns. He turns the key and opens the door quietly. It's 2:36.

Which means it's a long time past your bedtime. You've become so accustomed to it that he figures you're probably fast asleep; especially with the stress of earlier.

And he's right. The ceiling light is turned off, but you've kept on the lamp on the bedside table. You were probably scared of the dark but didn't want to completely defy his lights out rule.

His heart sinks as he sees you. A pang of regret hitting him right where it hurts. You're curled up on your side, sleeping on his half of the bed and holding his pillow tightly. Your closed eyes are still swollen from the amount of tears you'd shed, even though hours have passed at this point.

He takes a shaking breath as he notices that last fact. He doesn't even want to fathom how much he'd hurt you. His anger got the best of him and deep down it hurts because he knows it wasn't the first time.

He's done it to everyone. His members. His family. Himself.

The darkest parts of him reach in from the recesses of his mind, saying that you'll never forgive him. That he's ruined everything he's worked towards. His Baby is better off without him.

He's quick to slap them away as he slowly crawls over you and into bed. He pauses before he lays down, and looks around.

Something is off. Something is different.

Everything is in place.

All of your toys and books and coloring supplies are on the shelf where he puts them during his Sunday resets. All of your clothes are folded and sat on his desk in neat piles. All your stuffed animals are lined up around your tent, only your very favorites on your side of the bed.

Your tears and snot wiped up and your ripped panties in the bin.

"Oh, My Baby..." he immediately lays on his side and carefully gathers you into his arms, holding your torso close and being careful not to touch your undoubtedly aching bottom.

He can't stop the tears. He can't help but cry, though his tries to do so quiet so you can rest, "My Baby..." He bites his tongue. He wants you to rest, you need it. But the smallest noise, the littlest movement wakes you up in your delicate state.

When you groan sleepily, stirring awake — he expects you to crawl away when you feel his familiar arms around you.

But you don't.

You do nearly the opposite, actually. You peek over your shoulder, making sure you aren't imagining the weight of his arms around you.

When you see him, you roll over with a whine and shimmy into his arms, you bury your face in his sweater and hold onto the fabric gently.

"Hey, sweet girl," he coos hoarsely, gently rubbing your back.

You were right, earlier. You weren't left alone. Seonghwa stormed off to the apartment two floors down to Hongjoong. San and Mingi were comforting each other in the living room, trying to ignore your muffled sobs after he slammed the door and locked it.

While they sat in silence, Seonghwa screamed and screamed until he couldn't breathe.

Eventually, Hongjoong and Wooyoung managed to calm him down. Then they talked and talked. Wooyoung suggested, very lightly, that maybe you should spend the night in one of the other apartments.

Then he screamed some more, even lunged at the man.

All this time, your night time routine had never changed. All this time, he never let you out of his arm while he slept. Even that first night, the first week, when you thrashed and fought and cried until you passed out from exhaustion — you did so in his arms.

"Mommy." It's a simple word. An acknowledgment. But it calms him. Makes his heart thud in a different way. He takes pride in that name. And it makes him unbelievably happy that you can still call him that after what he's put you through.

"Are you okay, Baby?" He knows. He knows the answer is no. But he'll give you a chance to speak for yourself. To tell him how to help. What to do to have a sliver of a chance in Hell to redeem himself.

"M'hungry... an' it hurts..." You peek up at him, sniffling, "m'sorry I said those mean things to you and Ming and Sannie... I'm sorry I was a brat."

"Come on, Sweetpea," he lifts you up, and you instinctively koala hug onto him; your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. "Mommy will take care of you."

The night time ritual starts now, a pattern of familiarity to calm both of your shot nerves.

He scoops up a pillow from the couch on the way to the kitchen table, and sits it down on your chair before delicately lowering you down. It still hurts. Everything hurts. You'll be sitting in their laps for two weeks, at the very least.

You eat in silence. Usually you'd talk about the day and the next one's plans. He'd ask if you were good when he wasn't around. You'd ask how work was, if he had any new songs to sing you.

But neither of you have any words. You can't find them. You only want to be in each other's peaceful company.

He clears the table, which is usually your chore. You know he feels bad for what he did. He always insists on you doing your chores for a sense of purpose or being. But he knows it will hurt if you try to stand. It will hurt when you try to do anything.

He made sure that you'll be feeling the same pain he did.

"C'mere, baby-doll," he lifts you back into his arms and cradles your head to his shoulder. No matter how many times you've insisted that you can walk, he insists right back that his precious girl must be carried.

You pass Mingi on the way to the bathroom. His posture is slumped and his eyes are bloodshot. But he can't help the small smile that tugs on his lips as you give him a tiny wave over Seonghwa's shoulder.

The pillow goes down on the counter, then you. He starts your meticulous skincare.

You then him, over and over. Face wash, toner, serum, the list goes on until you're brushing your teeth together.

When all is said and done, squeaky clean for the night, he likes to massage your face. He says it's good for blood flow, which is true. But he does it for a simpler reason.

Your face in his hands. A chance to admire you at the end of the day. No matter what the world threw at him, he would always have you in his hands at the end of it. He can always count on this.

He cups your cheeks while standing between your legs, rubbing gently. "My Baby," he whispers; so quietly that you actually miss it. You're too busy melting into his soft affection. "You're My Baby."

"Mhm," you moan quietly, blinking your eyes open to look up at him. "Mh?"

"Say it to me." He says. Asks. Pleads.

He rest his forehead on yours, holding your face like you're a doll made of glass. His eyes growing wet with tears as he uses yours as window into the depths of your soul. And what he sees is relieving. Softness and warmth that swirls around him in a form of comfort that only you can provide.

"I'm your Baby," you nod against his forehead lightly, "I'm your Baby, Mommy."

He nearly collapses to the floor as his shoulder finally relax. His blood warms with happiness as he hears those words.

You're all he's ever wanted. All he needs. All he feels that he truly has. The one part of his life that he won't let the world corrupt.

He knew it the moment he saw you. Knew that he had to be with you. Love at first sight. You were so beautiful, so soft and kind. So trusting of the world. He was hit with a feeling he can only describe as pure love and heart attack inducing anxiety. He loves you so much, how can he ever rest if he doesn't know for certain that you're safe? What if you had gotten hurt when he wasn't there? What if you left him? He'd never forgive himself. He'd never move on.

So he took matters into his own hands.

He'd never felt it before. And never since. He knows he'll never feel this way about someone else, something else. Nothing but you. But his Baby. He'll never love like he loves his Baby. Never. Never. Never.

"Mommy," you wipe his tears before they can fall down his face, "you gonna wash away all the stuff you jus' put on."

He can't help the soft chuckle he lets out, leaning into your touch. It leaves a tingle on his skin. "You're right, Baby."

You have the tiniest smile playing at your lips, holding his face as he holds yours.

He gently, oh so gently, places a kiss to your freshly strawberry flavored lips before the routine continues.

He leaves you to do your business while he collects your pajamas, and when he comes back; he finds you rubbing your bottom with a pout.

"Oh, Baby! I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he quickly drops the clothes on the counter and crouches, searching under the sink frantically, "it must have hurt on the toilet, I'm sorry."

"Yeahm," you whine a simple response as you watch him sit a tube of cream on the counter.

"C'mere, sweetpea," he helps you rid your tear stained dress as you eye the ointment. He pets your hair before going to grab it, "bend over, Baby."

Those simple words have you spiraling all over again, "no! Mommy, I've been good!" You hold your arms over your naked chest and give him your saddest puppy dog eyes, already shaking.

"No, no, no," he shakes his head quickly, gathering you into a hug tenderly, "shhhh, shhh. It's okay, sweet girl. Mommy isn't going to hit you again. Shhhh, that's it. Just breathe, Baby." He tucks your head under his chin as he shushes you, "it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you, I just want to put some numbing cream on your bottom, okay? It will make you feel better. I won't hurt you, Mommy promises."

"P-promise?"

"I promise."

You hesitantly bend over the counter and are relieved to find that he's telling the truth. He's barely touching your sore and discolored behind enough to spread the cream, his touch is so light. He manages to apply the treatment without causing you another panic attack.

"There you go, angel, see?" He wipes the numbing cream from his fingers before pulling you up gently. "See? All done."

You watch as he closes the tube and sets it on the counter with your skincare. You know it will be apart of your routine until you've healed. It mocks you as you look at it. You'll have to hear those words every night.

He sees you glaring daggers at it as he unfolds your sleep shirt. It's one that he doesn't let you wear often. One you got from Jongho when you spilt something on yours while in his care. But you love it. So he gently pulls it over your head and helps you put in on. "Baby," he hums, "you know you're my good girl, right?"

You sniff as you force your eyes off of the cream, looking up at him. "I am?" You ask as you step into the panties he hands you. "But.. I made you so mad."

"You are," he reassures you as he takes off his shirt, getting dressed in his own pajamas as he speaks, "you're always my good girl. Even when you make me mad, you're still My Baby. I w... I went a little hard on you tonight, I think. But, you handled it well. Cleaned up and apologized and let me take care of you."

"Really?"

"Really," he nods, tossing both of your dirty clothes into the basket while he continues with a soft tone, "you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world to me, you know that. And I know I hurt you, Baby... I haven't hurt you this bad since you tried to run away, right?"

He gently tilts your head up with a finger to your chin, and you agree with a sad look in your eyes as you remember the first time you tried to run for the door. The scratches you had on your legs from where he yanked you back. The pain in your foot after he crushed it. "Yeah..."

"Yeah, right? Mommy doesn't like to hurt you, sweet girl. But sometimes bad behavior needs to be corrected in a way that will stick in your little brain. Those were some very mean words you said to me. You didn't try to leave, but with those words you might as well have."

You shuffle into his awaiting arms and hug him tightly, "M'sorry, Mommy. I don't- I don't know why I said that stuffs... I didn't mean it! You take such good care of me."

"Shhh, don't cry now, beautiful," he caresses your head softly, a tender touch reserved only for you, "don't cry anymore, I forgive you." He kisses the top of your head a few times before picking you up and holding you close sweetly. "I forgive you, angel. Big emotions are hard for My Baby to handle, huh?"

"Mhm," you nod against his shoulder, clinging to him as he opens the door.

"Mhm," he smiles lightly at you as he slowly heads back down the hall to your room. "I want you to apologize to Ming and Sannie in the morning, okay? You acted up on their watch, so be my good girl and say you're sorry. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Mommy," you yawn as soon as you see the bed, desperate for rest. Then your eyes flick to your tent. You're also desperate for comfort. "Mommy?" You whisper as he sets you down on the bed slowly, pointing to the pink shelter, "can sleep in my tent tonigh'?"

"Oh, Baby, you know I have to hold you to sleep. You can have a nap in there tomorrow, how about it?"

"Nuh, Mommy too," you blink up at him, "we sleep in my tent?"

"Awe," he coos at how adorable you are so deep into your little space, and he can't help but agree, "of course, Baby."

You nearly fling yourself out of the bed and crawl into the tent, already getting comfortable when he kneels and shuffles inside with you. He watches you with stars in his eyes as you slide under the obscene amount of throw blankets and hold them up for him.

He cuddles you from behind as the blankets form a sort of soft and fluffy weight on top of you. They smell like you. Like love and happiness. The plushie you slide under his head does as well. It's warm and safe in here, the mats on the floor and the blankets keep you warm from the October weather. Your quiet, tranquil breaths lure him into a state of calm as he holds you tightly.

He stays like that for a long time. Almost like he's meditating.

He can see why you like it in here —

He looks up and instead of the usual white ceiling, he's met with the pink fabric. Oh. He's actually in here.

Ever since he set it up three months ago, only his arm has entered. You set a strict "BABY ONLY" policy. Not even Mingi was allowed in. Not even Yeosang. Or even Jongho, who was clearly your favorite.

They were all confined to the mats outside of the tent.

But you invited him in. You let him in. To your safe space.

He thought after what he had done; you would be back at square one.

But you went and proved him wrong. You cleaned up and apologized and you were a good girl. His good girl.

You went ahead and proved to him that you are; and will always be —

His Baby.

❝Losing Dogs❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

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7ndipity · 2 years ago

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Aftercare Headcanons

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How each member would handle aftercare with their S/o

Warnings: mentions of sex(nothing explicit tho), not proofread

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this!(note: since I did a similar list for Hobi a while back, part of his section is kinda reiterations from that post).

Masterlist

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Jin:

Aftercare with him is pretty quiet, tbh. He tends to get a lil shy after sex, especially if it was a rougher, more intense session, so he mainly likes to just hold you and talk for a while to help you both calm down.

He’s pretty simplistic when it comes to his routine(hydrate, wash up, sleep), but he’s super cute and gentle about the whole process, cracking lame jokes here and there to make you laugh(lowkey bc it’s part of how he checks to make sure you’re in a good headspace afterwards, but also just bc it’s Jin)

Lots of soft kisses and lingering touches as the two of you clean up(loves showering with you and would totally just stay in there hugging you till the water runs cold)

Will happily make you both some snacks if you’re hungry, but he definitely needs a nap with you to fully recharge.

Yoongi:

As I’ve said before, acts of service is his main love language, so this is very much his wheelhouse.

He’s surprisingly cuddly after sex, especially if it was a more intense session. He finds quiet skinship afterwards even more important than during the act. He might restrict your hands so you can’t touch him during sex, but afterwards he’s making sure to hold them and let you touch and feel him, helping both of you ground yourselves.

He might not be the most elaborate with his routine, but he’s very serious about the basics. Like, he knows you might feel too tired to do much, but he will nag your ear off about dehydration and the dangers of UTIs if he has to till you drink some water and go to the bathroom.

He kinda melts when you look after him too, tending any scratches or marks and offering to massage any sore muscles. He’s used to being the one in the caregiver role, so when the roles reverse, he turns into the softest baby.

Hobi:

He’s so soft and giggly after sex, his hands never leaving you, playing with your hands as he leaves little kisses all over your face, speaking softly as he asks how you feel and if there’s anything you need.

He tends to go into caretaker mode a lil bit, making sure you have some water, maybe a snack if you feel up for it, carefully checking you over for any marks or sore spots that need extra care if it was a more intense session.

He almost forgets to look after himself as well until you kinda take the reins on him, treating him in much the same manner as he does you. Loves when you wash his hair for him in the shower.

After you’re both clean and back in the bed, he likes to just kinda hang out with you, watching a movie or show together, even though he almost always ends up falling asleep while you play with his hair.

Namjoon:

Honestly, he gets a little shy/nervous during aftercare? He knows he has a tendency of getting pretty rough even during softer sessions, so once he calms down and his head clears, he wants to make sure you’re okay and that he didn’t go overboard.

Handles you so tenderly and with so much gentleness. Takes a lot of pride in getting to look after you in such intimate ways, washing and drying your body, helping you get dressed, making sure you eat and drink something before you fall asleep, etc.

Absolutely melts at the way you take care of him afterwards too, always ready with gentle reassurances and soothing touches as you work out any soreness he has(could honestly lead to a super soft round two if you’re not careful)

He doesn’t usually fall asleep that quickly after sex, so once you’re both clean and settled in the bed or wherever, he likes to talk for a while till one of you falls asleep, tending to get a little sentimental as he goes on.

Jimin:

He’s so sweet and comforting after sex, aftercare with him would be full of the softest touches and kisses, refusing to leave your side for more than a minute(unless you want some time by yourself, then he’s waiting impatiently for the second you say okay so he can tackle you for another cuddle session)

Likes just getting to lay with you for a while as you come down, talking quietly while running his hands over your body absent-mindedly or playing with your fingers to help you both ground yourselves.

Takes looking after you quite seriously though, making sure you drink enough water and do some stretches to relieve any soreness in your limbs before moving on to the shower to clean up(where he will continue to hug/cling to you as you help wash each other)

Gets quite tired afterwards, but will only fall asleep once he’s sure you’re both okay and tended to, either holding you close to his chest or vice versa.

Taehyung:

He’s usually super sleepy after sex, so initial aftercare is pretty basic, but still super important for both of you.

He tends to get really clingy, needing to hold you close as the two of you talk and get your bearings, seeking reassurance that you’re okay and that you both feel good, that you love him, etc.

Honestly, you might have to take the reigns a little bit to make sure you’re both clean and hydrated and taken care of in those ways before he falls asleep on you(he just feels soo subby to me, I can’t)

In the morning/after a nap however, you’re waking up to a bubble bath, food, massages, the full royal treatment. He basically waits on you hand and foot for the next couple hours to make up for his initial lack of focus.

Jungkook:

He is so soft but serious about aftercare. He knows he can be more than a little rough when he’s lost in the moment, so he tries to counter that by being extra gentle with you afterwards.

He has the whole thing down to a system, it’s almost like a post workout routine for him, (lowkey the type to high-five you afterwards like “good job babe”🙄)

He’s honestly kinda hyper about the whole thing? Like, as soon as he manages to catch his breath, he’s immediately up and all over the place, getting you both some water, helping you to the bathroom to wash up(will straight up carry you if your legs are shaky) grabbing some fresh sheets if needed.

It’s only once you’re both clean and tended to that he kinda starts to slump and gets tired and cuddly, snuggling close to you before dozing off.

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butchreg · 7 months ago

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cg ! sevika headcanons !!

requested by @transsfish and @thekiddointhecorner ! i made it into one post bc both asked for headcanons and i thought it would just be neater to make one longer post instead of two smaller ones. honestly i don't have a ton of thoughts on her but i 100% see her as a caregiver for regressor ! jinx and isha so pullin' a bit from there. i love her a lot though :3 arcane masterlist here , upcoming list here

cw / tws : talk of smoking near the end

literally the most protective mama bear !! she's always holding your hand , making sure you're never too far from her. like vi she's not afraid to fight for you literally and if you ever stray too far she'll have all her typical goons on the case. she'd put you on a kiddo leash if she had to , being a firm mama especially when it comes to your safety. anyone who even looks at you funny gets a fist to the face, not to even mention those who dare say something rude.

she's not very physically affectionate, finding it difficult to let down her tough exterior but she's very verbally affectionate. she's always looking out for you, doing little things like blowing on your food to cool it down, "ah ah ah, careful now."

she's always chuckling at things you do which makes you feel all warm and cozy. she's gotta keep up her image of being the cold scary person most zaunites know her as but she's a real softie with you though she won't admit it to anyone else. anyone who tries to suggest this notion gets threatened with a fist but if you were to mention it she'd shake her head, chuckling. "got me there kid," she'll say ruffling your hair.

you call her mama bear due to her protectiveness. she'll call you her cub sometimes. most times, however, you're "kid".

she's not great at comforting you when you're upset but she does her very best. she'll let you cry or rant or whatever you need, giving you a gruff "i'm right here, kid." she'll pat your shoulder a bit awkwardly. "come on now, let it all out."

she's big on her coffee. you want to be just like mama and have some too ! you're always trying to sneak a sip from her mug. she never lets you... usually. one day she holds it out to you before you even ask. eagerly you take a big gulp only to spit it out immediately. "BLEGH!" she chuckles. "told ya you wouldn't like it, kid. how about some hot cocoa instead?" after that you don't ask for her coffee anymore. you always make a big stink when she's brewing it around you. how could it smell so good and taste so bad ?

mama sevika who carefully learns how to braid so she can do her cub's hair if you're a girl or even just a regressor with longer hair. with her prosthetic arm and bigger hands it takes a while for her to get the hang of it but she's super determined. she's so proud when she's done.

somedays she brings you into work, setting you up with some trinkets and little bits and bobs to play with on the floor next to her. if you get bored she'll explain her work to you or let you sit on her lap while she works. walking home together she holds your hand. "we had a good day today, huh kid?"

she's always making sure you drink enough water, getting you a clear bottle so she can see how much you've had. if you drink it all she's giving you a warm smile and a high five. she's quick to offer you praise. "nice job, cub." if you don't drink enough she's never angry but she gets worried about your health. "c'mon kid why don't you have a few more sips, we don't want you fainting now."

she's big on juice too. at mealtime she'll pour you a nice cool glass of apple juice. every other part of the day she'll push you to drink water but mealtime is juice time ! she's partial to apple herself but she'll buy whatever flavor you want though she may tease you good-naturedly if you're the type of kiddo who prefers orange juice over apple.

sevika who's typically a big smoker doing her best to cut back for you. she likes walking when it's cold enough for her to see her breath, she can almost pretend that it's smoke from a cigar. she tries chewing toothpicks but often gets cranky or moody when the cravings are worse.

sevika doesn't have tons of rules for you but she's very firm in the ones she does have, reminding you if you fuss that she's only trying to keep you safe. she doesn't really put up with fussing over her rules, she's very no nonsense. she'd never put a hand on you but she's not shy about giving you time outs or giving stern talking tos.

mama sevika who always carefully cuts up your food into tiny bites. she has you feed yourself unless you're extra tiny but she makes sure it's nice and easy for you to eat and that you won't choke. you do protest though when you find your spaghetti cut up because that means you can't swirl it on your fork.

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softantlers · 24 days ago

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natalie as daddy meta (part 1)

(happy father's day to this depressed italian!)

okay, okay, okay. silly title aside, something that has really been tugging at me with regard to natalie scatorccio is the concept of fatherhood. ever since season 3 aired, i've been seeing a lot of callbacks to natalie's upbringing and her dad's death. interestingly, much of the discussion has centered around nat's relationship with coach ben & tends to position ben as another father figure to nat (thus making her move to kill him all the more tragic).

and yes, yes, GO OFF. however, i think a more fruitful examination of nat's relationship to fatherhood can be explored by considering nat as never actually being fathered (not even by coach ben). rather, nat is character who, by virtue of her own trauma, naturally seeks to fill in the gaps left by shitty fathers. she's a character who understands deeply a father's capacity for disappointment, for abandonment, and even for violence. and the way she moves through this intuition is to become a type of caregiver, to become a protector, & to essentially adopt the role of father in the wilderness (as far as it will let her).

to this end, i would even argue coach ben is not a father figure to natalie-- she's actually a father figure to him.

(the crowd GASPS.)

okay, okay stay with me.

a little note on language

i think it's important for this conversation to consider nat's relationship to becoming a father figure (more on this, i promise) as a gendered thing. yes, "parent" could work just as well, but the show is naturally attuned to the absence of man as the structures & hierarchies of home collapse under the yellowjackets' experience in the wilderness. the notion that teenage girls now have the autonomy to take on roles that they would never normally be expected to in the outside world is meaningful, and the ways the yellowjackets expand and grow past the social limitations they left when they entered the wilderness is a big fucking deal. therefore, natalie adopting a position as father really needs that gendered texture to drive home its significance, which is why i'm avoiding neutral language like "caregiver" and expressly moving away from "mother."

nat is becoming a father.

coach ben didn't want this

okay, but what the fuck do i mean? well, the absence of dad is a huge theme in yellowjackets. as soon as the plane crashes, it's just the girls. all probable father figures are dead or injured, and there was no adult woman on the plane to play mother. coach ben's leg is fucked, and coach martinez was impaled by a tree. the only people left to make choices on how to survive are the girls, and you see them moving with (and against) each other to do so.

when ben finally comes to, he's totally checked out. it makes sense, given what he's lost, but all the same, he's not a leader for quite a bit. instead, he's processing what's happened to his leg & he's letting the girls lead the way. when taissa discovers the lake, he expresses some passive suicidal ideation, suggesting that they could just leave him behind. the offshoot of that is... well, what the fuck, dude? you're the adult here. yes, yes, he is going THROUGH IT. but comments such as this begin to cement a particular dynamic for the yellowjackets: they can't depend on ben. ben isn't who they can look to. he's more or less telling them he isn't the adult in the room.

for nat, this isn't too much of a change of pace. she grew up with a violent alcoholic father and a mother who was tapped out and passively letting the abuse happen (therefore, complicit). she's a fiercely independent person by virtue of the terrible parenting she received. honestly, when i think of natalie scatorccio the certainty that "no one is going to save you" comes to mind. i think this principle is what drives nat to be such a proactive presence in the wilderness. she has already learned not to rely on dad, or anyone, and so it's natural for her to step up & take matters into her own hands.

the gun as fatherhood

it's actually a bit sad because in s1e4 (bear down) we get our first glimpse into nat's trauma, and it starts with her dream about the plane. we have imagery of all of the yellowjackets freaking out as the plane begins to crash, and nat is looking horrified and her hand flies out. she reaches out for something, and what she gets is terrible.

there is the briefest flash of relief in nat's gasp of "dad" before her father turns and becomes a fucking nightmare. no reassurance for natalie scatorccio-- that was never her father's role. instead, he's there to show her how hopeless the situation really is, invoking the darkest parts of her own trauma in the very moment she reached for some comfort.

the gun is a potent symbol of fatherhood to nat because the gun is what defined and ended her own father. and here it's actually been put in her hands as the plane goes down and they descend into the wilderness. nat has fatherhood in her hands, and her reaction is absolute fear, panic, before it all settles into a slow steadying breath as the chaos of the plane and the screaming continues around her.

to me, this is the moment of handoff. natalie is taking the central figure of her trauma (the gun = her father) and she's resolving herself into something. "no one is coming to save me. i am what i am and what i've done. i have to keep going."

so later in the same episode, we have coach ben acknowledging his limitations. he is trying to step up despite his earlier crashout, but there's no way around it: he can't be the hunter. and so he's offering up his knowledge (interestingly, knowledge handed down from his own father) to one of the yellowjackets. essentially, ben is saying one of you is going to have to adopt this responsibility that should more naturally be associated with me. one of you is going to have to become an extension of me. one of you will be chosen to provide, to hunt, and if you take the gun as a symbol of fatherhood (as well as ben's stilted attempt to express this caregiving), here we are: one of you has to help me actualize father. because i can't do it on my own.

and natalie, despite her trauma, despite everything that should put her far far far FAR away from guns, is the one who pushes past the flashbacks and the pain and the fear, and steps up. in that moment, she's moving toward ben & saying, "i can do this for you. we're going to do this." and they move forward as co-fathers of the group.

handing off the mantle

so here's the thing about dads and father figures. there's a specific form of abandonment that people in these roles can inflict without actually leaving. a father is a father. a father is NOT your brother. a father is NOT your peer. a father is DEFINITELY NOT your child.

it's a common theme with immature father figures to abdicate responsibility by turning the child figure into a peer, a sibling, and at the very worst, inversing the father-child relationship altogether. let me be clear here: ben did not sign up to be a father! he's a young man that never expected to lose his leg in a plane crash and get stranded in the wilderness with a pack of teenage girls.

all the same, i would argue that his failed attempts at fathering and his quiet resignation to stop trying altogether have a similar trajectory into abandonment. with regard to nat specifically, ben forfeits the father role and becomes the child altogether.

flight of the bumblebee

i think a really interesting example of ben's movement into the child figure is when nat approaches him by the stream and clocks the ever-loving shit out of him!! this is during s1e8 (flight of the bumblebee), so they've settled into nat's dynamic as the primary hunter by now.

she sets down her rifle, teases him about misty, before getting right to it: "you like guys, right?" at first, ben is totally freaking out ("what the hell, nat?") but the panic doesn't last very long. because now nat's sitting down next to him and playing it sweet and reassuring. she's shrugging and smiling and telling him she thinks it's cool...

this is... peak good dad behavior??? honestly, if you were ben and you were concerned about coming out to your family--certain even that they would not accept you--an interaction like this would be all that you could have ever hoped for.

the way nat reassures ben, shows a bit of interest in who he is & who he's dating, and makes that quiet spot by the stream a safe space... this is the kind of coming out that ben never got to have with his parents. this is a gift he never expected from a teenage girl, and yet here it is. nat opened the conversation and gave him the freedom to self-actualize in that moment. it's a big fucking deal. and it's also a vulnerable exchange that brings ben down to her level. he's not a towering, untouchable father figure. he's something smaller. he's almost, dare i say it, a little brother...? and when ben shares that he's fearful of this getting out, big sibling nat promises she won't tell.

doomcoming

nat and ben's shifting dynamic continues into s1e9 (doomcoming). like i said, following the gun training and nat taking on the role as hunter, she and ben have basically moved forward in the group as co-fathers. when they have their moment alone together during the doomcoming celebration, nat is passing ben some hooch she found under the cabin porch and they're sitting together like old friends-- there's very much a peer-to-peer or a siblings vibe going on versus a father-daughter one.

there's a moment when ben offers the drink back to nat, and nat reveals that actually she's doing okay sober... honestly, there's some vulnerability in nat's statement, but i'm not sure that it breaks through to ben how significant it is that she's saying no to the drink. instead, he raises his eyebrows and essentially says "more for me!" for me, this scene is interesting because it seems like nat is reaching for something... maybe some sort of encouragement about what she's doing? but ben is just a peer. he's not a dad. and he's not really in the position to say that he's proud of her. he doesn't.

immediately after this interaction, nat prods ben about his "secret boyfriend" approach to dealing with misty, which is admittedly a bit immature and probably not a wise way to approach the advances of a minor!! in any case, he deflects by bringing up her relationship with travis and nat laments their recent tension, but before ben can give any advice the shrooms kick in. he starts to freak out a little bit but nat's aware that they're tripping. she doesn't seem concerned at all and this seems to soothe ben. they spiral into the trip together, but nat's the steady hand, the older sibling... you get the vibe it would have been a lot more scary for ben if she wasn't there.

ben's spiral into becoming the child

okay, so if season 1 showed nat and ben moving into a peer relationship (with moments of nat subbing in as an almost older sibling figure for ben), then season 2-3 tracks the reversal of the father-child dynamic altogether.

following the cannibalization of jackie and the yellowjackets surviving through the winter, ben is clearly not good. there's just not enough space here to go into a deep dive about his mental health and the ways he begins to untether himself from being a guardian to the girls, but suffice it to say, ben is no longer a figure of any sort of authority. on the one hand, he's beginning to be othered for not eating jackie (and for casting judgment about it), and on the other, he's starting to lose the plot entirely and is spending days on end laying in bed, starving, and hallucinating.

meanwhile, nat is hunting. she's having confrontations with lottie. she's making difficult decisions that are (in her view) for the betterment of her peers. she's still a teenager, and not all of the decisions she makes are mature! when she lies to travis about javi in order to get him to stop looking, she has to deal with it later when travis loses trust in her. when she plays into the hunting game with lottie, she has to stomach the fact that everything went sideways when they needed to work together most to retrieve the moose. nat is doing her very best. she's going out every day. she's trying to bring back food. she's taking jackie's bones to the plane. she's trying to make a map of the wilderness...

but nat's very best isn't appreciated by the group. she's trying, and really she's trying alone, because ben just isn't present. and really, if you take nat and ben as co-fathers of the group, it boils down to this. nat is a father who is staying and striving despite the struggle. she's still working for the kids. ben? is not. he's checking out. he's done. he's losing the willpower to keep going.

letting down shauna

a pretty brutal example of the disparity between nat and ben is shauna's miscarriage. nat literally drags ben to shauna during the delivery. she says, "ben, we need your help. come on!" he tries to tell her he can't help, and she says no. she doesn't let him bail out of this. she's begging him to snap out of it, to be there for them. and when his reaction is such a wildly apparent "oh shit" that's likely to scare the hell out of everyone (including shauna), you can see the disappointment in nat's face.

ben says, "shauna, i'm sorry," and nat gasps "no." he can't be doing this to them. he can't be doing this to her. this is the moment where it all falls apart. ben isn't the father. he's isn't even a peer. he's abandoning shauna obviously, but what i think gets overlooked in this scene is that he's abandoning nat. they were supposed to be doing this together. that was the deal when she took on the rifle. that was the deal when she sat by him by the stream.

but ben's letting her down. and that is fucking that! nat rushes away from ben and tells shauna to ignore him! she reassures her that women have been having babies forever. shauna is going to be fine. she's going to be fine!

nat tells shauna to breathe. from a positional standpoint, she is very much looking like a father during the midst of a delivery. she is at the mother's side, she is offering encouragement, she has water at the ready. this is the moment of transmutation: ben isn't the father anymore. and natalie is.

"you don't belong here, coach."

the handoff during shauna's miscarriage guides nat and ben's relationship through the end of season 2. while ben was off discovering his escape route from the yellowjackets, nat stayed behind. she never left the children. she was even ready to sacrifice herself for the children during the queen hunt, but she's still just a teenager. when travis broke the circle and everything went to shit, she ran. nat's just a fucking kid after all. all the same, she weathered javi's death (and the escalation of the wilderness) with the rest of the yellowjackets while ben was gone.

when the yellowjackets return to the cabin, nat is walking with resolve. she tells travis that the wilderness chose (although whether she believes this is debatable) and she works with tai, van, and shauna to prepare javi for the butchering. ben returns back to this absolute-fucking-nightmare, and he can't do it. he can't deal with this. he turns to see nat and he offers her an escape route.

she says no. because at the end of the day, the yellowjackets need natalie. she's the hunter. in ben's absence, she's the father. she has to stay because the children need her. she has to stay because she's like the children. ben, on the other hand? he's not cut out for this. nat understands this and she sees it and after shauna's miscarriage? well, she knows not to expect anything of ben anymore.

so, nat relinquishes him of his duties. she lets him run off into the wilderness, an abdicated child scampering away. this cements their dynamic moving forward: ben is now the child, nat is now the father. he's not what she needed him to be, but she doesn't hate him for it. instead, she spends the rest of season 3 trying to protect him as best she can, wearily wielding the leadership that he was never cut out for.

putting a child to rest

as we move into season 3, we learn that nat has guided the yellowjackets through the cabin burning down and into the spring. she's taught others like gen how to hunt (mimicking fatherhood as it started with ben's father and then was handed down to nat), and under her leadership, the yellowjackets have cultivated and organized a functioning society that requires no cannibalism. nat is firmly in the father role now, and it's definitely wearing her down (the camp counselor bit with mari and shauna fighting). she's by no means a perfect leader, but she never rats out ben (in the same way she never outs him).

there's a lot, a lot, a lot i could go into here about how nat plays father within group dynamics in season 3, but i'm going to save that for a part 2 on this meta. focusing on her relationship with ben specifically, we see the lengths that nat tries to go to protect him and how she ultimately fails when shauna encourages the group to vote for his execution.

as it turns out, akilah's prophecy convinces the group to keep ben alive, but now nat is in the position of seeing her former co-father, her peer, her little brother, and now someone who seems as weak as a frail child suffer for weeks or months on end. she tries to play into the group's wishes, she tries to focus on the hope of it all. when she speaks to ben and he expresses suicidality, she tries to be authoritative and tell him it'll pass. she tries to be strict and tells him to eat as you would a petulant kid.

but it's all taking it's toll on nat. she can't watch ben wither away like this. and so in the end, she takes him into her arms. this is not the positioning of peers... this is not the positioning of a daughter and her father. this is the positioning of a father and a sick child. this is the loving care of being with someone so small and so weak and guiding them to their rest. being strong for someone who isn't strong enough to drive a knife into their own chest. at its root, nat is fathering ben when she kills him. it has the vibe of a father who has spent months caring for a sick child only to realize the time as come. the only thing nat can do for ben now is be there for him and hold him as he passes.

nat was never supposed to be ben's father figure. but also their plane was never meant to crash. so be it.

#there's so much more to write on this but i'm going to save it as a part 2 #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets meta #i did not proofread this omfgggg

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svt-meiying · 23 days ago

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It's 2 am and I can't sleep because I had these question and I needed to ask. First of all I hope you're doing good and staying cool and away from the heat wave everyone is currently facing💓💓

1-The question is,are there any I guess you could say secrets that minghao knows that the others don't? Seeing that they grew up next to eachother there's a lot of things that happened without the other members knowing?

2-has yiyi ever had feelings for hao when she was younger? I'm genuinely curious

3- we know about the whole cheol and shua with yiyi thing,but are there any other members who had something for yiyi?

4- what kind of outfits does mingyu like on yiyi? I know it's such a weird question but It was the starting point for my other questions 😭😭

5- does yoongi know about the things tae and yiyi went through? And if he did what was his reaction?

That's it for today,Ilysm please stay safe and hydrated!!💓💓

Even though I really want you to have a good sleep (so sleep at a good hour) this is so funny and sweet at the same time 😭 I'm doing well! Unfortunately our AC just died so I might just fry in my sleep...but ykw, I have fever dreams every time it's too hot so Ni-Ki might come back for my ass and I'll be ready 🥊 I hope you're staying fresh and hydrated throughout this though because wow is it genuinely crazy-

. . There wasn't much to know around that time since they were both children, but he was the only one she told about her brother. Meiying truly didn't remember anything before the orphanage except for the figure of an older boy - who she chose to believe was her brother (it was in fact Taiyang) - leaving on that fateful snowy night, and she never mustered up the courage to tell anyone except him. Minghao also knows a lot of things about her that others don't such as the fact that she finds comfort sitting by the river despite being afraid of water, she prefers to go out at night, she brings cat food everywhere she goes just in case, tea calms her down, etc.

It's not so much secrets as it is small facts about her, but he IS the very first person she comes to to seek comfort. Even though the relationship she has with Jungkook is very close, the one she has with him is even more so. They know each other inside and out, they can read each other with a glance and they're each other's rocks, the silent anchor that holds the other down when everything else is trying to blow them away

. . Not at the beginning, but the more the hung out, the more she began developing feelings for him. They weren't so strong that she wanted to tell him, but he was her very first crush - which the orphanage's caregivers found absolutely adorable since she would ask them what all these physical manifestations meant

. . Vernon was completely mesmerized by her during the 'Fear' / 'An Ode' era and he had no idea what had changed, she was still his friend, his bandmate, but now his heart beat faster every time she was near, his cheeks felt hot whenever she touched or brushed past him, and he started hovering around her more. Even the members noticed that he was acting like a lovesick puppy, but over 6 months or so his feelings slowly faded and it was like nothing ever happened

For Wonwoo these feelings appeared during their 'Face The Sun' era, they were brief but boy were they strong - there was just something about Meiying now constantly being without a cover-up contact that changed how he saw her. She was laying her head on his lap one night and when he had the sudden desire to lean down and kiss her that was when he knew he was fucked. Meiying was always so attentive, so gentle, she brought him snacks while he gamed, stayed with him while he explained how complex gameplay worked, how could he not fall for her?

. . That's actually such a cute question! Mingyu honestly loves anything that makes her comfortable but he does have a soft spot for whenever she wears light colors such as white or sky blue to match her eye. Frilly mini/short skirts, he loves those so much since she's almost always wearing pants during schedules (he especially loves when she adds her own personal touch such as a plush keychain, a bow, or anything that represents her). Meiying has a very bright/cute personal style so bows, plush accessories, cute nails, ribbons in her hair, lace, etc., and whenever she embraces that he just finds her so much more beautiful. He also LOVES when she wears his sweaters over skirts just because not only does it show she's his, but she always 'customizes' them (temporarily ofc) AND leaves her perfume in the fabric

. . Yoongi raised his baby cat so unfortunately not much gets past him, especially not the way she began tensing around her boyfriend over time, or how she always wore clothes that covered her neck around him, or even how much weight she was losing due to the amount of stress this was putting her through. He never pried about their relationship or asked his sister what was happening, but he observed a lot and knew Taehyung was doing something to make her this way. Meiying had told Jungkook how the relationship ended and unfortunately he got so pissed at Taehyung that he went to confront him not knowing that Yoongi could hear everything.

Yoongi's mind went completely blank the moment he pieced everything together and when he came to, his hand was around Taehyung's throat, holding him against the wall as Jungkook tried to stop him. The older man had to try his best not to beat the absolute shit out of his bandmate but tensions between them were high for several weeks until Meiying sat her brother down, basically summing up the talk she had with her ex - explaining how their mental health affected their relationship. It still took some time for Yoongi to come around but through several conversations with his sister he was able to forgive Taehyung

As usual my sweet thank you for the questions! Ilysm more!! 💕 Take very good care of yourself, apply lots of sunscreen and drink lots of water, MWAHH 😘

#kpop addition #kpop female oc #kpop imagines #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #seventeen female addition #seventeen imagines #seventeen x oc #seventeen oc #askmeiying

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bloxpen · 3 months ago

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Hello hi.... Um can you do little! Chance with caregiver guest 1337 or someone else I'm not picky I just want little chance.. Please and thank you!

hello friends, enemies, followers, passerbys, and other associated guests. i've been in the trenches (/dramatic), but fortunately i survive. sorry to everyone with requests in the inbox that've been there for like a gazillion years. i poke at them sometimes and i feed and water them well and maybe soon they will blossom into lovely posts.

anyways, hi anon! i want you to know when i saw this request in the inbox i grinned real big. hope you like.

cg!guest 1337 + little!chance headcanons

i think guest is a natural at taking care of them… he is a father, after all! honestly i think he'd pick up on chance regressing (probably not even consciously) and he just sort of naturally starts acting a little softer and more doting towards him.

chance gets really embarrassed about regressing so he tends to self-isolate when they do. [un]fortunately for him guest is not a fan of this. he's showing up at his door every 30 minutes to check on them and ask if they need something. guest cares a lot in general but something about his unconscious dad instinct is like.. Okay.. Well.. I have to do something about this..

i think eventually chance would open up to him and explain it to him and it kind of finally clicks with guest why he felt so compelled to take care of him. from that point forward i think guest does more deliberately step into the role of his caretaker

chance probably calls him dad. he seems like a dad cg…

guest isn't very big on petnames or nicknames (unless chance wants him to call them specific ones, in which case he happily obliges) because he finds calling chance his name personal enough. sometimes he will drop a sweetheart/kiddo/kid/etc though

chance gets understimulated really easily when they're regressed so he always needs to be Doing Something or otherwise occupied or else he gets really fussy. guest is pretty good at stringing along activities or finding things that are just engaging enough to keep them happy while not too much to the point where he gets overwhelmed. he has Practice…dad of the year…

chance tends to chew on things (like their hair or his clothes) a lot without realizing. conveniently, guest has learned this is easily countered with lollipops and assorted hard candies

guest likes to hold him a lot. he's very physically affectionate with his loved ones and family. it makes him happy to just hold chance in his lap or bounce him on his knee while idly doing something else because he knows chance is safe and can keep an eye on him within his reach.

guest is definitely strong enough to pick chance up, too. he Will make a big show out of twirling his kid around or picking him up and holding him like he's way smaller than he is because it makes chance super happy.

i think chance is also sort of a cocomelon kid so to speak LOL. those stupid dancing fruit and colorful baby sensory videos remind him of slot machines so they get fixated really easily. guest tries not to put him in front of them too much but if he has to do something for a brief period of time but has nobody to keep an eye on chance then he's putting on the baby sensory videos so chance can occupy himself

guest likes to listen to chance babble to him. guest isn't much of a talker but regressed chance most definitely is, and this works out great. he'll nod his head and go "oh?" or "no, really?" and some questions here and there and such to encourage them to keep going.

#author: you're telling me they sword fought? on these heights? (shedletsky)#<- It was mostly me but this draft *Was* started by ...#author: roll the die! (chance)#genre: character x character #genre: pairing (/p)#genre: fluff #type: headcanon #forsaken agere #forsaken chance #forsaken guest 1337

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ncity-agere · 4 months ago

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seventeen ot13 cg headcanons? ❤️

Alright this one’s a big one! Here’s things Seventeen does as your caregivers! (I got carried away with some of them and wrote more than I expected to, oopsies!)

S.Coups: “Hey, y/n?” He asks sweetly, calling for you. You approach him, waddling from wherever you came from to see Seungcheol in the living room, lifting dumbbells and watching a weightlifting tutorial on the TV. Nothing out of the usual and you’re glad he’s sitting down so he doesn’t hurt his leg, but you’re still confused?

“Hm?” You ask, tilting your head. “What’s up, Daddy?”

Without saying much, he gets up from where he’s sitting, puts down his weights, and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you like a weight! You squeal in shock as he holds you over his shoulder, bragging about how you “fell for it again, silly cherry-pie”. You really should have known better, your muscle bunny does this all the time. You fell for it, again.

Jeonghan: He’s mean! But in a sweet way. He likes to play practical jokes on you and watch you get mad. Gaslight, gatekeep, Jeonghan.

It makes him laugh, but he promises that if you really don’t like his jokes, he won’t play them on you again, okay? Appa doesn’t want to be too much of a pain in the butt.

Joshua: He loves to do whatever you like to do. He’s always up for a princess tea party or wrestling in the living room, it’s whatever you’d like. Just make sure to let him know so that he can take off all that designer before you roughhouse and wrestle, please!

Jun: Takes you to the pet stores and pet shelters to pet the kitties and the puppies. Even if you don’t or can’t adopt them, it’s always nice to give our furry friends a visit!

He giggles when you ask to hold the animals and takes lots and lots of cute photos of you. You both ask the vets lots of questions and say goodbye to your fuzzy little buddies. Honestly, this is as much for him as it is for you, little one.

Hoshi: Snatch your pacifier or teether and suckles it himself. No, I’m serious. Unless you’re crying and in dire need of it, I think he’d just start suckling your pacifiers to soothe himself.

He’d also sit you in front of an iPad and call it stellar parenting (it’s absolutely NOT lmao) but then get distracted by the iPad himself and start watching slime videos with you… so now there’s two sticky, iPad babies and neither of you want to turn YouTube off. Oh boy.

Wonwoo: Okay, Wonwoo doesn’t understand it at first. He comes around to the idea and agrees to babysit you, not quite be your caregiver. And his go-to babysitting tactic? The Nintendo Wii.

You think I’m joking? He’s dusting that old thing off and playing whatever game you want with you. It’s interactive and it’s (mostly) PG, the Wii is perfect for a little kiddo like you. You both spend hours playing the console until you’re worn out or frustrated at each other (because Mario Kart can and will bring out the worst in people)

Woozi: Brings you the studio and lets you play with the keyboard. Might record a song purely made out of your babbles and giggles, which would go absolutely triple platinum in his earbuds. He loves hearing his little one having fun and being creative.

If he’s working, he’ll ask you to wait and preoccupy yourself as best as you can. But if he’s not working on anything new, he’ll let you mess around all you want on the spare computer (because he’s not letting you anywhere near the Universe Factory archives, nice try little one!)

DK: Reads your storybooks to go to sleep, but puts on dramatic shows and funny voices for every single one of the characters. I’m talking, FULL performances. He’s getting up to dance at some parts, he’s turning certain dialogue into little songs for you. He’s a theater kid, dude. What can I say?

Mingyu: Cooks dinner with you. Gives you very important tasks, like measurements and stirring certain ingredients (and when he’s not looking, you can’t help but to lick the spoon!)

Of course, he does all the chopping and handles all of the hot dishes, but you handle lots of other other daring tasks! And when dinner’s all done, Mingyu’s just so proud of you, little one! Now go wash up to eat!

Minghao: Takes you to the park on cloudy days, when not many people are there. He likes to watch you play on the swing sets and crawl up and down the swirly slide and run around and chase squirrels with you. He likes to meditate with you when it’s early in the day and cloud gaze when it’s late. Whenever you both are outside getting fresh air, it’s always a good day.

Seungkwan: Builds elaborate pillow forts with you! Sometimes, pillow forts are just needed. They’re good for the soul and fortunately, you love making them! Unfortunately, Seungkwan kind of sucks at making them so what you both end up with is a weird blob of blankets and pillows stacked on chairs, a funny little tent shape with crooked fairy lights inside, and many, many laughs.

Vernon: Outfit of the day! Some days, Vernon lets you dress him up head to toe exactly how you like. Usually, he’s left with odd accessories, untied shoes, backwards hats, and oversized tees with various comic book characters on them, but hey! It’s not like he does much better dressing himself!

Dino: Asks you nonsense questions and leads useless conversations just to hear you yap. Your little yapping is so cute to him, he’s infinitely amused by it. Plus, it gives you an outlet to feel heard, to feel listened to.

“Oh, yeah? Then what happened?” Chan asks with a fake gasp, smirking knowingly as you begin a rant of babbles to retell your tale. He’s listening intently, really trying to piece together the story you have to tell.

Yeah, Chan could listen for hours.

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jjtheresidentbaby · 1 year ago

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been having lots of babysitter! jonathan thoughts, so could you possibly do like cg!steve needs to go out for the day or has a long work day when little! reader is feeling really tiny and super fussy, so he has jonathan come over to babysit, maybe argyle is there too?

I just imagine he'd be really quiet and gentle with reader in babyspace and patient when they are nonverbal, just like sitting with them and giving them a bottle, and when they're feeling a bit better after being sad about steve being away so long, they have a dance party in the living room

(sorry if this is like way too long or if you dont write like babysitter stuff, theres absolutely no pressure!)

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» johnathan byers x reader

» a/n: omg this request is over a year old, I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to get to 😭 also sorry I couldn’t fit everything you asked for in, I had trouble figuring out how to write jon

» warnings: fussy reader, crying, pet names, bottle feeding

You cling your hands tighter onto Steve’s yellow sweater, face stuffed into his chest, a wet spot of tears under you that’s only growing larger as he tries to hand you off to Johnathan.

“I’ll be back tonight, I swear baby.” Steve assures for the millionth time, it does nothing to help you calm down. You’ve dropped younger than normal and while Steve hadn’t wanted to leave you, Robin already called out with the flu so Steve doesn’t have the option of staying home. It’s hell for him to see you so distraught.

“No!” You cry and Steve lets out a sad sigh. It’s been five full minutes of you, Steve, and Johnathan standing in the doorway of Steve’s house waiting for you to let go of Steve and for Johnathan to take over caring for you as he’s the only one around that’s able to watch you on such short notice.

“It’s okay little one, we’ll have fun while Steve’s gone.” Johnathan ducks his head to meet your eyes when you turn your head against Steve’s pec, only offering a sniffle in reply to Johnathan.

“See? Jon’s a good caregiver, you guys will have a great day. Now I- I gotta go-.” Steve starts to pull you off of his chest and instantly more tears start to streak down your face, hiccuping cries leaving your throat as Johnathan takes over holding you on his hip.

“I’m so sorry, I’ll be back.” A kiss gets pressed to your forehead before Steve’s bounding down the driveway to his car, probably already ten minutes late for work, which is the only reason you decide not to put up much of a fight when Johnathan takes you inside.

“I know we don’t know each other that well but I want to help you and for today to be a good day. Is there anything you want that I can do to help?” Johnathan speaks softly, it reminds you of how Joyce talks to littles, kind and caring in that signature Byers way.

“Bottle?” You ask shyly but Johnathan instantly nods and hefts you up to get a more comfortable hold on you before walking to the kitchen.

Nothing is said as Johnathan makes the bottle, you point to the cabinets everything’s in and then lean against him as he starts to hum a song under his breath. The rumble of his chest is grounding in a way and lets your tears turn to sniffles before ceasing all together- you still miss Steve and wish he didn’t have to go to work- but Johnathan isn’t so bad.

“Let- let me know if I’m tipping it too much.” Johnathan says with a nervous undertone to his words, you know he has nothing to be nervous about, you’ve seen him take care of Nancy plenty of times and he’s never done anything to raise concern.

You nod anyways and latch onto the bottle once he holds it out for you. He has one bent arm under your head as you sit on Steve’s couch and his eyes don’t leave your face, gently scanning your features for discomfort as you suck down the drink, slower than you’d usually drink it. You’re honestly exhausted from earlier and don’t have the energy to move with the speed and eagerness you normally have.

“All set? Do you wanna watch a movie?” It’s obvious you’re close to falling asleep but Johnathan flicks the Tv on despite it, shifting to get more comfortable on the couch as he suspects you’ll fall asleep in the position you’re in right now.

“You can nap if you wanna.” The assurance is all you need to close your eyes and curl into Johnathan more, hoping you’ll sleep long enough that your emotions won’t be so intense when you wake up and maybe you can enjoy having Johnathan here more.

#jj writes #stranger things agere #little!reader #caregiver!johnathan byers #babysitter!johnathan byers #johnathan byers x reader #johnathan byers

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homestuckreplay · 1 month ago

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A point came up in discussion with my friends about how Homestuck treats the notion of sex (as in, a supposed biological basis for gender as rooted in sexual reproduction) that arguably the first stage in the comic's future progressive dissolution of that notion is John "fathering" himself and the other kids (guardians included) via the means of ectobiology, rather than the usual human means of reproduction - something I think becomes deliciously ironic given later transgender readings of their character, if presumably not an intended reading at this time. Do you have any thoughts on this?

this is a SUPER interesting read that I’m going to be thinking about a lot – I honestly wish I had more thoughts, so I might add to this later if anything else comes to me, but here’s what I have so far!

I think ectobiology is inherently queer, as there’s no reason why a kid made that way would need two parents of different sexes. any couple could have a biological kid by mixing their slime, and a baby could also have three or four bio parents at once. as you say, the person performing the ectobiology doesn’t have to be one of the bio parents, analogous to something like surrogacy in our world. so ectobiology levels the playing field for what reproduction and parenthood can be, without privileging ‘cis man + cis woman conceiving a child via sex’ as the gold standard that all other methods are compared to.

In our world, it’s AFAB people who do the work of pregnancy and childbirth, which causes society to see parenthood as gendered. mothers are perceived as primary caregivers, as more inherently nurturing than fathers, as finding it easier to bond with their children, etc., even though these things aren’t always true in practice. ectobiology happens in external lab equipment, so people of any sex have equal capability of doing the work of creating a child. this breaks down the distinction between motherhood and fatherhood, making it harder for society to see them as separate roles.

In sexual reproduction, kids are assigned a sex at birth and usually raised differently because of that, with expectations for their gender and personality. societally, sex is privileged over gender – it’s seen as either the source of gender (for cis people) or something we’re transgressing (trans and nonbinary people). ectobiology doesn’t work like that, because it encodes personality traits as well as genetics. Bro loves puppets, so when he’s cloned in baby form, the first thing he does is find a puppet to curl up with, because that’s hard coded into him instead of being an interest he developed across his life. it’s possible that John has inherited ‘male genetic phenotype’ from Grandpa and ‘female gender identity’ from Nanna, and if so, ectobiology holds those things as equally important instead of one preceding the other. so being trans isn’t a deviation from the norm, it’s an equally valid and likely experience to being cis.

In our world, someone parenting themself happens when their guardians’ parenting is incomplete, so kids (or adults!) have to teach themselves about things their guardians missed. cis kids are more likely to get sex education and information about puberty from a guardian (often one of the same sex). trans and queer people usually have to do that research ourselves. so John being their own parent (ie creating themself) represents how John’s dad taught them about male gender roles + cis male puberty, but John will later have to teach themself about what it means to be trans + how transitioning works. biologically and socially, John is both the cause and effect of their own identity. that’s kind of beautiful, right?

#asks #homestuck #john egbert #ideas that absolutely shape the way i will look at this comic from now onwards #what it means for someone to be trans against the ‘will’ of ectobiology is another interesting question #but will probably be more relevant later in hs!#chrono

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babyzzai · 6 months ago

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I was so unaware you didn’t get requests yet :0 Which is so rude! You deserve all the requests! So here I am >:3

Could I request some little Dazai caregiver Chuuya headcanons/fanfic? I’m not sure if you want requests for headcanons or fanfics- I’ll probably submit a second request in case this is too confusing-

caregiver chuuya + little dazai headcanons ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

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note: i do write fanfics! usually i dont take requests since i dont have the motivation to write a fanfiction if im not really into the idea, but i write my own fanfictions and post them on my ao3 (soukokutruther) :3 i have two regression themed ones up, and one non regression one but still sfw and soft <3 im also working on a third agere one! :D

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headcanons below the cut!! ⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ ˖

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ dazai is a sleepy regressor! when regressed he usually is just in his pajamas and takes a lot of naps. hell always insist hes not tired, and hes too old for a nap (pretending to regress to an older age such as 8-9ish, when in reality hes an itty bitty baby, probably 1-2ish), but once chuuya pulls out his bottle and wraps him a soft blanket hes through, out like a light and drooling onto chuuyas shoulder haha

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ as i stated before, dazai regresses to around 1-2ish, but he has trust issues and issues with being vulnerable, so even after he accepts his regression, he still tries to be a big kid and be more independent, when in reality hes really dependent on chuuya, and is even nervous and starts to cry if hes not with him at all times while regressed.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ however, because hes a baby, chuuya of course will treat him like a baby! he has all sorts of toys like rattles, and soft plushies, and particularly those stuffed animals that have a little blanket for a body, like these. dazai doesnt really use any teethers when regressed but hes a big pacifier user, chuuya has a bunch of them laying around. if dazai doesnt have his pacifier, hell start sucking his fingers, which chuuya is adamantly against because he doesnt want dazai who already has a fragile immune system to get sick + he doesnt want him to chew up his fingers.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ despite dazais personality when not regressed, i think hes honestly a very gentle and sweet little baby. for one, hes afraid to be vulnerable when hes regressed, so acting out is out of the question because he doesnt want to misbehave and have chuuya yell at him (chuuya would never, but dazai lives in his head and makes up anxieties). secondly, dazais entire nonchalant laugh it off demeanour is just a show when hes big, and that all comes crumbling down when hes regressed, showing his true colors, and his wants and needs. all he really wants is love and snuggles and to be held. he just needs reassurance and the kind of gentle love hes never received anywhere else :(

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ dazai loves peekaboo. hell lay in chuuyas lap watching him hide behind his hands for hours. and its all worth it to chuuya to hear his adorable babys sweet little happy giggles.

chuuya hiding behind his hands "oh no... where did mackeral go?" dazai giggling hysterically, because chuuya is right behind his hands, how could he not know where dazai is? and chuuya dramatically peeking out from behind his hands. "there he is!! theres my baby!!" and dazai laughing happy, saying "gain! gain!" (again, again!)

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ dazai, because he is so young, is not very verbal when little. hell occasionally say small, slightly mispronounced words such as "nuh" (no), "mmhm", "chuu", "chibi" or "chichi" (hes trying to say chibi, but hes just a little guy, you cant blame him!)

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ they have a game before they go to sleep for the night where chuuya will kiss all of dazais freckles on his nose before they go to sleep, and dazai will kiss chuuyas freckles back! chuuya thinks dazais little baby kisses are the most adorable thing in the world, and his heart flutters with every tiny little kiss the baby gives him!

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ dazai cant stand not to be around chuuya when hes little... but at the same time, his baby brain doesnt have the same criticl thinking skills as he does when hes an adult. so sometimes while chuuya is asleep, hell wander away out of curiosity (he sees its raining outside, he wants his stuffie, hes hungry, etc.) but once hes gone, it hits him that hes alone, and chuuyas not there, and he doesnt know what to do, and he doesnt know how to find him again, so he kinda just shuts down and starts to cry. chuuya, being woken up by his poor babys lonely, anxious crying, of course finds him immediately, and picks him up into his arms and hushes him and reminds him that if dazai ever needs anything he needs to tell his caregiver first! (hide and seek is definately not a game they play lol)

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ i feel like dazai would really like moomin valley, the 90s version. i think the voices would be so calming to him, and hed enjoy all the magical elements and the aesthetic of it. however, i think he calls moomin a hippo, and chuuya tries to correct him and be like "sweetheart, moomin is a troll, not a hippo", but dazai associates trolls with being scary and moomin is not scary, so he cant be a troll, he has to be a hippo!! the two episodes though, with the groke, scared him.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅chuuya is very protective, probably overprotective of dazai. its because he personally sees how capable and independent dazai is when not regressed, and a lot of that independence is taken away when dazai regresses. hes very sensitive and emotional and doesnt always know how to take care of himself, and that combined with chuuyas natural protective instincts over those he loves makes him extremely protective of his baby. he doesnt like dazai regressing without him, but only will accept it if its kunikida caring for him, because i feel like they have a mutual respect for each other and understand that both of them care a lot about dazai and would take good care of him. dazai also puts so much trust into chuuya when he regresses and chuuya is his default caregiver, that chuuya feels almost territorial with the baby lol.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ dazai is autistic, and masks his symptoms a lot, and when he regresses that ability to mask vanishes. his sucking on objects or his fingers is a self soothing stim, and when hes excited hell or flail his hands around. he also hums to himself as a stim (he does this when not regressed too), and is a lot more sensitive to light and sound. he cant stand uncomfortable clothing either and almost always wears pajamas when regressed.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ i think chuuya has a caregiver headspace, hes not just a caregiver because he loves dazai (though thats definately a reason too- i mean some people dont have caregiver headspaces but they still caregive because they want to be accomdating to their loved ones). so not only is regressing theraputic for dazai, it is for chuuya too, because it calms that need in him to take care of someone, and to protect them. when dazai is asleep with his pacifier and his stuffie all cozy in chuuyas arms in a warm fluffy blankie, he cant help but just feel such a strong sense of rightness, and content in his chest, because this is exactly what he needs. a happy baby in his arms.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ i headcanon dazai as a cane user post mersault, not all the time, just to help him balance and lean his weight on if his leg is feeling off. and i headcanon him to have chronic pain in that knee that he broke. when his knee is hurting, i think he falls down into his baby headspace, and chuuya will give him an icepack and/or warm heating pad depending on the type of pain, rub his leg and his knee for him, carry him anywhere he needs to go, reassure the baby that hes no less beautiful or perfect or human because he has a physical disability now, and that hes still loved and will always be loved. on flare up days/periods, chuuya and dazai usually just cuddle in bed and watch shows or movies, and order takeout and drink hot cocoa.

‧₊˚ ☽ ⋅ chuuya loves to do fun activities with dazai! dazai is not fond of regressing in public, so things like cat cafes and parks and public events are off limits, but hell stargaze with the baby on the balcony, telling him stories of all the different constellations and pointing out different planets. hell bake fun treats with dazai (usually dazai doesnt do much baking since hes a disaster in the kitchen even when not regressed-). dazai usually just pours ingredients into bowls and cups with chuuyas help and licks the spoons. he likes to pick flowers with dazai and make little flower crowns, and will color with him. they make tents from blankets and cushions and pillows in the living room to go on a fake camping trip, and chuuya will pretend to be a scary grizzly bear, and then will fight the bear off to protect dazai! he gets dazai to do crafts and fingerpaintings. he absolutely keeps his baby entertained, even if dazai doesnt like to leave the safety of their home when regressed!

i have sew many headcanons but this was getting super long lol. can you tell theyre my favs? lol!! i hope you like my hcs!! :3

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almostheav4n · 1 year ago

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Tomorrow Never Came: Chapter 2

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pairing: joel miller x f!reader rating: 18+ warnings: unspecified age gap, hints at past SA, no break-out, no y/n, no reader description, discussion of past trauma, reader develops a reliance on him, hints at a ddlg relationship in terms of a caregiver x little relationship (reader is of legal age) word count: 3,693 summary: set in Texas in the 1980s, Joel picks you up on the side of the road when headed west, you embark upon a journey of self-discovery with the help of a seasoned man a/n: lots of fluff in this chapter before it gets real - Joel honestly doesn't seem like a guy who would rush anything so he gets a little push by the reader :p

“He looks like he works with his hands & smells like Marlboro reds…”

The morning light pierces through the flimsy motel curtain as you toss over on the mattress, stuffing your face into the pillows, as you blink away your grogginess.

The sudden pounding at your door is enough to jolt you awake as you realize suddenly it’s Joel, springing up to sit on the bed before checking the time.

“Bout ready to head out?” His voice bellows from outside the door, slower and thicker from his own sleep. You can see the outline of him through the window and it makes you hyper-aware you haven’t washed up in the slightest, quickly giving yourself a smell as you lift your arms.

It’s easy to tumble out of bed, tripping onto the floor, attempting to hurry as you stumble over the sheets, closer to the door, “Um, I um, just need a few minutes, maybe you can get breakfast or somethin’, I dunno, Ill be ready then…”

You huff and puff trying to find your discarded clothes from the night, cursing yourself for not washing them the night before, smelling them, and finding it honestly quite fine, thank god.

“No…” You can hear him thinking. “Ya need’ta eat, I’ll make myself busy, take your time,” He mumbles departing with two knuckle knocks on the door as you watch his figure disappear.

You find yourself surprised by his reaction, half expecting him to get annoyed, maybe rush you at least. You wonder deep down if it’s a trick and you’ll find his truck gone.

The truck remains there, however, spotting it in the lot after a good half hour of scrubbing your teeth clean and taking a hot shower to wipe away any grime left by sleep.

You knock on the only door next to you, finding that Joel isn’t it. Eventually taking it upon yourself to find him.

It’s not hard to spot him, dressed in fresh attire, forgetting he had planned on this trip & packed for it accordingly. His handheld luggage at his side while he talks to a woman, a young woman, probably around your age as they pass a cigarette between them. She laughs at something you can’t hear as she passes it back to him.

You are quite well aware he doesn’t owe you anything, he doesn’t owe you any sense of loyalty, in fact, you feel in debt to him. But the rock in your belly sits hard as you come to understand he is a solid man, a good man. Women will want him, he’ll inevitably attract him and it’s stupid of you to feel jealous as he leans over to talk to her, wishing it was you.

Bitterness is ugly, sits on your tongue quite heavily though, makes your fingers flex as you cough, loudly, a bit too loudly, gaining both their attention as Joel’s back straightens up before turning to you, breathing the bit of smoke left from his nostrils.

“Ready, darlin’?” He adjusts the luggage in his hand, walking over to take the bag in your hands, once used for the new shoes, now used for all your belongings that were shoved in your utility jacket pockets, feeling lighter for the first time in months.

You happily allow him to, nodding up to him in approval as he tosses the girl a farewell before turning back to lead you to the truck, allowing for you to cut your eyes back at her. Watching as she returns a similar annoyed expression.

He opens the door for you before getting in on his side and sliding the bags underneath the seats, starting up the truck with a quick motion.

“Who’s the chick?” You hum, attempting to seem as nonchalant as possible, hoping not to come across any other way.

“Not sure, wanted a smoke, only had one left,” He shrugs, pulling the vehicle out of the lot and onto the road with a few harsh bumps.

You nod, twiddling your thumbs in a circle as you bite your lip back, calculating your response.

“Jealous?”

You don't expect it, your head shooting up to find his eyes already on you, a hidden grin where his hand that’s not on the wheel, scratches at his beard as he raises one brow, teasingly.

“Joel, I’m not…..” You shake your head, unable to stop the tremble that knocks your words apart as you attempt to correct him, “I’m not jealous.” You lie.

“Just teasin is all, don’t waste your time worryin’ now…” He chuckles, Texan accent flowing over like honey, focusing his gaze back on the road, leaving you breathless as you feel you didn’t state your case as clearly as you could've. Feeling found out.

You remind yourself to quit the longing glances, that could've given you away.

You don’t even realize you’re still staring at him, lost in your own thoughts but you think you almost miss it, the quirk of the corner of his mouth, a small tinge of redness coming to his face then settling, a blush.

Eventually, he pulls into a lot of a diner. You’re seated quite quickly, in a booth towards the back, menus handed to you as Joel immediately orders a coffee, you stick with a hot chocolate watching Joel's brow raise at that.

“You like sweets huh?”

“I do…” You nod, gaze focused on the menu before looking up to him, “think it’s cause I’m quite sweet too…”

He smiles a bit then, the first actual smile from him, a quick flash of the teeth before disappearing under his thick beard.

“You are… sweet.” He agrees, calculating his words before focusing his attention on the menu, giving you little time to react to his comment.

“Need you to get real food in your system, understand?” His eyes latch onto yours as you nod, desiring the least to see him upset by your actions.

He sets his eyes back on the menu, “Good girl.”

Good girl.

It’s all you can focus on when the waitress returns to drop off drinks and take orders, the wheels in your head turning over the comment, good girl, good girl, good girl.

It isn’t until Joel says your name, alerting you to look up apologetically, ordering a nice stack of pancakes, something you haven’t had in months, allowing her to take the menus.

The hot chocolate presented stacks high with whipped cream, you scoop up a fluff of it in your index finger, bringing it to your mouth to suck gently, gaining the confidence to speak, “Joel?”

His gaze is stern as he looks out the window, focused on some altercation outside between two men over god knows what, “Yeah?”

“You can kiss me ‘f ya want.” You bring the mug to your lips watching as his eyes cut to you, quickly, watching a gulp go down his throat, maintaining his hard exterior nonetheless.

“That right?” His voice is softer than ever, as if he’s whispering a secret as you nod, taking a sip.

You wondered all night if him putting you in another room was an act of kindness or if he maybe was gay or if he didn’t even necessarily view you as anything but platonic. But you want to make yourself clear. You want him to know of your blossoming feelings.

You set the mug down, feeling the whipped cream along your upper lip, tracing your tongue over the spot to remove it, watching as he sucks in a quick breath.

He’s swift, moving from the booth. For a quick moment, you think you may have scared him off. Instead, he slides in next to you, your body pressed between him and the wall by the booth, his burly arm snaking around your waist to pull you close to his chest, as you release a soft quick gasp before his lips connect with yours, your hands holding to his chest to sturdy yourself as his warm mouth opens onto yours feeling his tongue slip into your mouth, velvety smooth.

You moan, too loudly for the small diner as it's absorbed into his mouth, your eyes closing, allowing him to take the lead as his mouth moves against yours roughly and eagerly as if he hasn’t kissed someone in decades, completely at his will.

It isn’t until the sound of plates scraping against the table gains both of your attention as he breaks away suddenly, leaving a whine to linger at your lips as he turns to the waitress who doesn’t seem to care one bit as Joel releases you.

“I’ll be back, gon’ get some fresh air…” He mumbles before sliding out of the booth, running his hands through his hair before setting his hat on, walking towards the door, and soon exiting.

It would worry you if you couldn’t see him, walking towards a payphone outside and making a call.

You wonder what the hurry was but busy yourself with your pancakes, sopping them up in a ridiculous amount of syrup, before digging in.

You eat slowly watching him argue with someone on the phone, his body language showing clear agitation as you sip your beverage.

Eventually, he comes back soon after, apologizing, “Sorry, forgot to make a call earlier…”

He sighs deeply, tearing into his eggs, the runny yolk bleeding onto the sausage on the plate.

“What was that about?” You hum happily, content, patting your full belly.

“Work.”

“Sure it wasn’t your wife?” You test the waters, never noticing a ring but just in case, to be safe.

“Ain’t got a wife,” he stuffs sausage into his mouth, “Think Im’a type of man to smooch on ya before headin’ home to my old lady?”

“You’re older, Joel. Usually, men like you are married…” You tease, rubbing your foot along his leg under the table

“I'm older huh?” He smirks a bit, raising his brow, bringing his coffee mug to his lips.

“Yeah, you’re an old man Joel…” you lean over, resting your elbows on the table as your hands cup your face in admiration, your foot still knocking against his leg.

“What do you do?” You question, desiring to know him fully.

“Construction… just need to make calls every now’n then to make sure dumbasses don’t fuck up while I’m gone.” He clicks his mouth once more, annoyed it seems by the whole interaction on the phone. You decide to leave it alone

He eats quickly, quite loudly too. It makes you want to laugh, all his Southern charm replaced by a grumbling food monster when eating.

He pays the check after finishing, mentioning the need to get you some clothes as the waitress brings by the change, he leaves a tip on the table.

“You don’t like my clothes?” You gasp, fake offended, understanding what he means.

To be fair you hadn’t shoplifted any clothes recently & the jeans that you wore now full of tears and rips matched the shirt that could give at any moment.

“Ya know I can’t pay you back right?” You remind him, following him out as he holds the door open for you.

“I am very well aware of that, sweetheart.” He chuckles lightly as if it’s the most obvious thing you’ve ever stated.

You’re quick to turn to him though, in the middle of the lot, standing on your tiptoes to get the best angle as you press your lips to his once more, quickly, a peck, a little test of the boundaries to see his reaction.

He returns it once you depart, his hand coming around the back of your neck, his mouth crashing onto yours, hot and hungry, before releasing, taking your hand in his warm and dry, leading you to the truck, following the same routine of scanning the lot, opening your door, before focusing on getting back on the road.

The trip before Joel seems to come crashing down on you, the need for rest, the knowing that Joel is there that reassures your safety.

Understanding you have true protection is enough to have you falling asleep in the seat until the jolt of the brakes has you blinking back the sun that has begun to slip below the horizon, realizing you slept through the day.

“C'mon, sleeping beauty…” Joel jokes lightly, as your passenger's side door opens.

You groan, too loudly and in an extremely un-lady like manner, stretching out your limbs as you smack open a yawn, clearing the sleep from your eyes.

“Did I really sleep that long?” you murmur as Joel wraps his arm around your waist, hoisting you out with a surprised squeal as your feet connect with the pavement, a giggle spilling from your lips.

“Sure did…” He helps to straighten you out, pulling your shirt down where it exposes your stomach slightly.

You allow him, feeling pampered as he observes you to make sure you’re put together before giving you a hard nod, approving of his work.

He takes your hand as you finally gain full consciousness, leading you into the building labeled ‘WAL MART’

Passing cars in the lot, you’re able to read ‘New Mexico’ on the license plates as you become aware you’re in a new state. Once in the shopping center, a buggy is presented as Joel turns to you, looking down at you with a familiar hard gaze, and for some reason, you come to understand when he’s wearing this look, he’s serious and means business. His eyes narrowing in and focusing as you know he needs you to listen as you look back up at him, blinking up at him as if he is the only thing that matters in the world.

“You’re gonna go get some clothes and a bag to store 'em in, I need you to fill er up-” referencing the buggy, “I'll be ‘round, getting supplies alright?”

He adjusts his pants, fidgeting on his belt as he looks around and then back to you.

You nod, offering a little salute followed by a ‘yes sir’ and giggle before he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, sending you on your way.

You do indeed, fill’er up with an assortment of clothes, pajamas, bras, underwear, some shorts, skirts, jeans, and an arrangement of tops and you find a duffel bag that could surely hold it all. You also decide to shop for some feminine care items, sniffing at the different body & hair washes for far too long before finally making your way to find him.

After looking down far too many aisles, you find him in the firearm section, talking to the worker who shows him a certain gun. You keep planted where you are, not wishing to interrupt, studying him, admiring him as he purchases it at the counter.

You could've sworn he had one in the truck, saw it in passing. Maybe he just needs another you think, just in case.

“Starin ain’t too friendly baby doll...” He mutters taking control of the grocery cart before pushing it, sliding his basket on top filled with first aid and other basic necessities.

“Just too handsome, can’t help it,” you apologize with a teasing shrug, looping your arm into his as you walk.

He gives you a slight snort before you make it to the checkout stand. His hard hand pushes you back slightly out of the way so he can unload the cart.

You busy yourself as you pick up a nearby magazine off a rack, the corny headline gaining your attention as you flip through it, only for Joel to snatch it from you.

“Hey!” You whine, nose scrunching up in annoyance as he hands it to the cashier who scans it before he hands it back to you, nudging you out of the way a bit more as he throws the bagged items back into the cart.

A certain freedom is found as you skip back to the truck, no worries or cares as Joel hollers at you to slow down, the sun now gone, making it easy for a car to hit you, you realize.

You offer to help pack the bags into the back only for Joel to shoot you a disapproving look, that has you piling into the truck with a quickness.

Eventually, you both are able to make it to a nearby motel. He tells you that you can stay in the car as he pulls up to the lobby of the motel.

You decide against it, opening the door as the car barely rolls to a stop.

“Hey now…” Joel warns, still in the vehicle as he sighs, stressed. Kinda makes your heart beat, his worried reaction.

“You need to wait till I'm in park and I’ll open the door for you… you understand that?” He speaks seriously once he exits the vehicle, his eyes cutting down at you as his hands place on his hips, seemingly exhausted by your antics as you nod, moving closer to him as your feet scrape against the pavement.

Your body collides against his chest as you lean up against him to kiss the scar on his nose before reaching up to grab his hat, setting it on your head instead.

“I got it Joel, but how do I look?” You swiftly change the conversation as he folds his arms over his chest, veins prominent as he flexes lightly.

“You’re as pretty as a peach in June, ‘f I say so myself, now c’mon…” He offers a small smile before reaching his hand out.

You take it, sliding your own against it before taking your other hand to cover the other side of his, keeping a two-handed grip as he leads you into the lobby that plays 60’s music & holds an older dude at the front counter who reads a Playboy magazine.

It takes Joel about a second to place you behind him, before walking up to the counter to greet the guy who speaks in grunts.

“How many rooms yall need?”

“One!” You squeak out, poking out from behind his back before Joel pushes you back behind him.

“Alright, one room, two beds…” Joel mumbles, fishing into his pocket for his wallet as you pout.

“Joel…” you grumble, fingers tracing along his brawny back.

“You ain’t getting me into trouble tonight,” He whispers over his shoulder as you can’t help but break out into a smile. He’s old, probably too tired from the drive, you try to remember to tease him about just that.

“What’d you want to eat?” He asks once you settle into the room, unpacking the Walmart bags, folding your new clothes neatly into the duffel, using the various pockets for other items picked up.

“Not hungry…” You hum lightly, throwing some pajamas on the bed for post-shower wear.

“Darlin’…” You know this tone, his stern one, a warning.

“Joel…” You whine. “I’m used to eating corn nuts every two days, I gotta warm up to eating more food, but I promise I'll eat more.”

You are quick to hurry to press a kiss to his lips where he stands by the door with arms crossed over his chest, an attempt to shut him up before making your way to the bathroom to turn on the shower, avoiding his disappointment.

“Alright, I’ll be back real soon…” He hollers as you hear the door open and close.

Your shower is one of the best ones you can remember. The water hot and the tub not as grimey as others you have come across, but the fact you can wash your hair and scrub every inch of yourself is refreshing. You wish for Joel to know how grateful you are.

Eventually, you slink into your shorts and tank top made for sleeping, flicking on the television to some Western film, before painting your toenails with some red polish picked up earlier.

Joel returns eventually, scolding you for not locking the door behind him as you blow onto your drying nails, apologizing before seeing that he brought back some greasy takeout.

He kicks off his shoes aggressively, exhaustingly, placing some type of chicken nugget and fries on your bed as you roll your eyes slightly but no better than to challenge him, his hard stern telling you to “just eat”.

You do eat it, dipping fries into ketchup, not wanting to refuse him of anything. Laying on your tummy to eat in silence, watching the film that Joel says is one of his favorites as he finishes his food fast and soon finds himself in the shower after the film ends.

You try to stay awake to wish him goodnight, maybe get a goodnight kiss but sleep is heavy on you as you eventually wake up to pure darkness & the bedside clock glowing at 3:09 a.m.

You can’t see him in the room, but you hear his deep snores as you remove yourself from your bed, realizing he must’ve tucked you in as you tear off the sheets. Soft footsteps lead you over to his bed, lifting the covers to slide in.

You hope it won’t disturb him, you hope he’s comfortable with it as you wrap your arm around him, his back pressed to your chest as you kiss him there, once then twice.

He stirs, a light sleeper you discover, grunting as he turns towards you, feeling his beard scrape against your cheek as you squeak, his warm lips connecting to yours, softly, sweetly. You sigh openly into the kiss as your tongue pushes against his, a groan whispering in his throat as you desire more.

However, he’s quick to turn you over, pressing his chest to your back as your body curves to fit into his body, attempting not to pout at the loss of affection but grateful as you find yourself exhausted.

It isn’t difficult to miss the hardness pressed against your bottom as he holds you tightly to him, it makes you coo as you move closer to one another, his face fitting into the crook of your neck as his breath there gives you butterflies & tickles your skin, your thighs clenching as you rest your hand over his on your stomach.

“Night, Joel.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl.”

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou #the last of us #joel miller fic #if you find a grammatical error... no you didn't #this is also all i got so far for the 2 people interested #thank u i love u

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