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emerald-notes · 2 years ago

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My Guardian Angel - Part 2

Fandom: BTS Paring: Min Yoongi x Female Reader Genre: Fluff and slight angst Warning: Age gap, sorry but Yoongi spoils our little mc too much, nightmares, implication of abusive parents, running away from home, kissing (on the cheek), sickness, crying etc. Word Count: 2.8K Words Note: Since the reader is only 15 years old, I reduced Yoongi’s age to be 22. Please keep the age gap in mind before diving in to read. I must say there is nothing explicit in here.

Summary: You start to find happiness in the little things of your everyday routine bound life with the not-so-stranger in your shared home...

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 [Complete]

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"Kitten, I'm home." A familiar voice greeted me from the outside while I was inside hiding beside the closed door.

My three most favorite words coming out of the mouth of my favorite person were enough to make even my worst day better. I tried hard to stop myself from giggling and giving away my position to him.

“Shelby, don’t!” I angrily whispered to our dog to stay quiet at her place. But she kept looking in my direction with her tail wagging behind her. I glared at her to stop. There was no time to bring Shelby beside me. Because I could already hear Yoongi opening the door.

And “Bwagh!!!” I yelled at his face right away.

“Ahh!” Yoongi sighed irritably. His eyes closed with a visible frown on his forehead. “How long will you keep this up?” He asked finally.

“Long enough for you to get used to it.” I replied happily. I wondered how stupid he could be for falling for the same old trick dozens of times. Nevertheless, this simple silly act made both of our days better.

As for most of my days, there was nothing exciting going on. Yoongi left everyday early in the morning even before I was awake. He always prepared both breakfast and lunch so that I really had no work to do. The only thing that kept me busy in this house in the middle of nowhere was our dog, Shelby. I would pet her, feed her, play with her and even talk to her from time to time to pass my lonely hours.

And Yoongi would be busy doing carpentry in the nearest town. He would have his lunch outside and would be home before it's too dark. His coming home was the time I wait for everyday since I started living with him. Because everyday I missed his presence beside me terribly.

As soon as he was home, I was happy again. I would start talking about how boring my day went and how much I missed him and what a new trick I had taught Shelby and what an interesting story I read from one of his old books and what a unique insect I had discovered outside and many more.

Despite being exhausted from his work earlier, Yoongi never complained. He listened attentively while doing his usual household chores with me. He rarely interrupted me while I talked but I knew for sure he was listening.

On a normal night, we would go to bed as soon as we were done with our dinner. But sometimes I would make a request to Yoongi to play the guitar for me. And he would be already on the couch ready to play my favorite tune as soon as I rested my head on his lap. Sometimes I would fall asleep and Yoongi would carry me to the bed without waking me up.

He let me have the bed for myself. It was too small for two people. So Yoongi would sleep on a sleeping bag on the floor beside it. I had asked him to let me sleep there instead since it was practically his house. But he refused and stayed firm in his decision.

Even with all the happiness that I never imagined I could experience, it would be a lie to say that I never feared losing it all. I often did. Actually more often than it could be counted as often. Every time I could hear Yoongi’s soft snoring through the quiet night, I would think about my life before him.

I knew that I was a burden on my step father who, after my mother’s death, had clearly shown me in every single way possible that I was unwanted in his house. But he was also very strict and possessive in nature. What if one day he decided that he would search for me?

I dreaded that my step father would find me somehow and all of this would be over. I would no longer be able to see Yoongi. I would no longer know what happiness truly feels like. I would no longer have a place to call home.

"Don't go anywhere far. I don't have the energy to look for you around the whole town." Yoongi yelled at me as I sprinted out of the grocery store.

"I won't." I replied louder as I went closer to one of my favorite places.

The gift shop.

It was a regular thing at this point. Every weekend, Yoongi would bring me with him to the town to do the week's grocery shopping and after that I was allowed to look through the cheap gift shop nearby. I would find something I liked and Yoongi would buy that for me in the hope of keeping my mood lifted throughout the whole week.

I walked around the small shop and carefully looked for the one thing that could bring me some comfort at times when Yoongi’s not there for me. And the little fox plushie, I assumed, recently came into the shop because I never had seen one here, caught my attention.

“Aren’t you a cutie?" I took the sleeping fox in my arms and cradled it slowly. I realized I had never had a stuffed animal my entire life. Not that I had always wanted one. But the sudden realization made me want to have a stuffed animal for myself.

I sensed Yoongi coming into the shop and I looked back, holding the fox towards him to see.

"So, you've already made up your mind, kitten?" Yoongi took the plushie from me to check it. But there was a frown on his forehead.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Umm... I think we can find something better than this." He returned the baby fox back to its family.

That was a really unexpected reply. Yoongi had never refused to buy me the thing I always chose for myself. I couldn’t even see any defect on it for him to say that. As he walked away from the plushie section, I took the little fox again and the price tag caught my eyes this time.

Hell, no!

"How come something that is too costly ended up at a cheap shop like this one?" I thought to myself. I could tell that my face went red from the embarrassment.

I should have been more understanding. Just because he said he'd buy me anything I liked didn't mean that I could ask for just about anything. That's asking a little too much from him considering how generous he was to me.

So, I picked a colorful key chain and showed it to Yoongi, pretending to be very hyped about it. He simply nodded and got that for me.

On our way home, I couldn't bring myself to talk like I usually did. Yoongi, too, remained too quiet.

The next weekend, Yoongi had to go to work. He said that it was the only time I had to miss going to the town and that he would make sure that it would never happen again. Despite the reassurance, I was kinda mad at him the whole day and decided not to talk to him when he came home.

He came home later than usual, called "Kitten, I'm home" as usual and asked me to put the groceries at the right places.

I, intentionally sulking at his presence, took the bags from him and got to work without any words. Judging by the heavy atmosphere that I had created around the house, he seemed to have understood how I felt. But he stayed quiet nonetheless.

My head was burning at that point. Maybe that was why I made unnecessary noises while doing the simple tasks Yoongi had assigned me to do.

"Oppa!" I couldn't help exclaiming as I noticed the small bag. I had been to the place too many times to know where it came from. And there it was. The little sleeping fox plush, waiting for me to embrace it in my arms.

I waited no longer. I ran towards Yoongi and immediately pulled him in a hug. Unable to say how happy he had made me, I kissed his cheek impulsively instead.

"Aish!" That usual sound of Yoongi whenever he was irritated or at least wanted me to think that he was.

But in a split second, his face beamed and he accidently flashed a gummy smile. Not to be exaggerating but it was a sight worth dying for. Yoongi's face changed, with that his whole demeanor changed as well. He looked like a completely different person when he smiled like that.

So, I had to say it, "Had I known it before, I would have kissed you all day and night, only for you to smile like that."

The only time I remembered going on a vacation was when I was a child and my father was alive at the time. We had gone to stay by the sea for a week. Even though most of the memories were faded, I could still see my father’s happy face in my mind sometimes.

This time it was the desert in contrast to the sea. Yoongi had planned to take a few days off from work and take me on a hike. I had never been so excited to look forward to something. We packed our stuff, got in his jeep and drove off.

The place looked so lively with many plants of vibrant colors. There were small and big mountains. The huge golden field stretched ahead of us. Yoongi parked his car at a side and we got off with our bags. After some hours of walking past the rocky mountains we found a suitable place to camp for the night.

I was excited at the prospect of sleeping in the open sky. Something about seeing the galaxy all night told me that it was a rare experience only a few fortunates could afford. I got another new reason to be grateful to Yoongi for the rest of my life.

“Oppa!” I called to check if he was already asleep since we had a long day.

“Hmm?” he replied.

“What does it feel like to look at the sky and you can see a part of eternity ahead of you?”

“Umm…” He thought for a moment before answering, “I don’t know! What do you feel about it?”

“I feel small. I feel insignificant. I feel…” I stopped and glanced at him, expecting a reaction.

He was still looking at the sky earnestly but hummed quietly at my response. It felt like I didn’t need to explain it further. Yoongi understood.

“Oppa!” I hesitantly called again, “Would you mind if I ask you something?”

“Ask away!” He shot me a pretending-to-be-annoying look and turned back to the sky.

I gulped before asking, “Why do you live alone?”

“For peace.” He sighed.

“I don't think I understand.”

Yoongi stayed quiet for some time and I felt like I shouldn’t have pushed the boundary. So, I turned on the other side and closed my eyes.

As I was dozing off, I could hear Yoongi’s deep soothing voice. He talked as if he was living the memory that he was speaking of. My tired eyes couldn’t cooperate. But my ears were all awoken.

“I was about your age, kitten, when I ran away from my parents seven years ago. Until now I never regretted that decision even though there were times I actually missed them. Because it was the only way i could bear to live with a sane mind. Solitary life offers you a kind of peace you wouldn’t know you needed until you can experience it. But…”

He stopped suddenly. I wanted to ask him to continue. I wanted to know what could be the ‘but’ when he himself said that he didn’t regret it. Apparently I didn’t need to. Because Yoongi spoke the rest of the words in a muffled voice as he fixed his posture to a comforting sleeping position.

“I never realized that it was happiness that I lacked in my life apart from peace. That was until I met you.”

His words kept me up through most of the night.

The next morning, it turned out I had a severe dust allergy. So, I woke up with a swollen face and a tight throat. The horror in Yoongi’s eyes as he realized something was wrong with me was another new thing I discovered his neutral face could do.

My feet were blistered from walking in the heat last day. So, after walking almost half of the way, Yoongi had to give me a piggyback ride until we reached his jeep.

I rested my head on his shoulders as he walked slowly carrying my weight on his back. And I spoke quietly in his ears.

“It was the same for me too, Oppa. I realized I can finally rely on someone without having to feel like a burden.”

I could hear the usual sound of the car being parked outside. I sprinted out of my room in no second to greet Yoongi. But instead I saw the man I was the most scared of before me. It was my step father.

“Long time, no see, huh?” He grinned at me with his disgusting rotten teeth.

“H… how d… did you find me?” I stammered as I took a step back.

“C’mon, now! Is that the way you greet your father?” The man began to walk towards me.

“Stop!” I yelled. “You’re not my father.” I wanted to scream it on his face but couldn’t bring myself to do so.

“Quit the game. It’s time to go home.” He quickly grabbed onto my wrist before I could turn back to run.

“Let go of me.” I screamed. “I’m not going anywhere from here.”

No matter how much I screamed or pleaded, he seemed to take no notice of that. He kept dragging me towards his van. I tried hard to fight him. But he was way too strong.

“Oppa!” I tried calling for Yoongi in vain. I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear me. He was miles away at work. He didn’t even know anything about the existence of my cruel step father.

As soon as he threw me inside his van I tried to get up and escape. But he grabbed onto my hair and pulled me back inside. I screeched my lungs out as a sharp pain ran through my head.

I woke up panting and drenched in sweat. I must have screamed in real life because Yoongi was already beside me, trying to read from my face just how bad of a nightmare I had.

I tried to speak but my breath was hitched, as always, whenever I cried. Yoongi moved a little closer and I threw myself at him, hugging him by his neck and sobbing loudly on his chest.

My grip on him tightened as he tried to move. I couldn’t let him go from my sight. I couldn’t let my nightmare come to reality.

Yoongi hugged me back and stayed that way for quite some time before whispering softly in my ears.

“Kitten!” He said, “I’m not going anywhere. Just give me a minute, okay?”

I sniffed and nodded my head as I released my hold on his neck. Yoongi went to the patio and came back quickly with his guitar. I tilted my head to the side in confusion.

Yoongi started to play a soft tune. It was a new one. I hadn’t heard him playing it before. I grabbed a pillow and leaned on the side of the bed. Then I closed my eyes to absorb the music. I noticed that it made me feel relaxed within a minute and I was able to speak again. He really knew how to calm me down.

Something that I had come to notice was that Yoongi never talked unless he knew for sure I was ready to speak again. So I had to make the first move. And I calculated just what to ask for in my head before I spoke.

“Oppa! I have a favor to ask for.” I stated quietly. I knew Yoongi wouldn’t be able to refuse.

He stopped the music and looked towards me. I said, “Can you please lie beside me until I sleep? Just tonight? I swear I won’t ask again.”

Yoongi closed his eyes and shook his head in frustration, “Aish! This girl and her whining. Yah!” He scolded me, still speaking softly though, “Don’t you think I’m spoiling you a little too much? You’re always asking for favors. How old do you think you are?...”

His rant went on about as much time as it took for him to make the bed. Then he lied in the corner, making an irritated face. I smilingly joined him without a word. Even though he would say that he didn’t like to be touched, he was undoubtedly the best cuddling partner one could ever wish for.

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kin0th · 2 years ago

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Headcanons about Kino post Vampire LE route? Like, what kind of things would he do with Yui/Player character?

Given that Kino's LE Vampire Ending is pretty much disconnected from the CDs and everything that came after, I will do my best to make like an After Story of sorts with info from both Drama CDs and Route!

Kino After Story Headcanons

👑. In Kino's Vampire ending, we fast forward to see Kino's plan of taking Ghouls to the Promised Land succeeding, ending with their discrimination and giving them a better life.

👑. Yui is still in contact with the Sakamaki brothers by sending them letters, and they send them things from the human world.

👑. Ghouls no longer live in Rotigenberg, nor do Kino and Yui. But they do keep a good relationship with one another.

👑. They keep contact with Yuuri as well, either sending him letters or visiting him. Plus, Kino usually buys things for him whenever they are out on a date or when he buys something for himself. Yuuri is always in his mind.

👑. When it comes to Yui and Kino's relationship, Yui innocently follows Kino's antics, only refusing when she's put into a dangerous situation or it's too embarrassing for her to handle. However, as Kino loves to twist her (and everyone's) words to his benefit, she hardly ends up saying no at all.

👑. Admittedly, Kino is still on the fence about Yui's loyalty at first. He's scared of being fooled again and to be wasting his time. He might test her with different tactics to see how she reacts and how trustworthy she really is for him.

👑. Nevertheless, Yui proves him wrong whenever he doubts her by being herself and staying despite his careless (and destructive) decisions. Her pure heart always tries to see the best of him even if Kino himself is unable to see it. Thus, he now wants her by his side no matter what.

👑. Kino is much like a child someone has to watch over whenever he's bored. He would wreck havoc for fun and deal with the consequences later. Yui is often dragged with him into the chaos, often getting hurt which makes Kino feel awful.

👑. They go to a lot of dates in the human world. Game cons, festivals, at school itself, at home for game nights, even buying groceries together and making a meal together can be as chaotic as it can be special.

👑. Needless to say, Kino is very clingy when he's grown attached to someone, very touchy beyond the usual bites, no matter where they are. He likes to get affectionate in public, startling Yui and enjoying her flustered reactions.

👑. Naturally, their closer relationship doesn't stop him from toying with her as he pleases. Demanding something and putting a timer on her to do it fast (or else), setting up obnoxious rules for random tasks, making a challenge out of everything with it's fitting punishment, etc.

👑. The difference between this behavior and the usual one before they get together is his motive, or his intentions. He might feel remorseful and apologize if any of his silly pranks end up really hurting Yui or doing more harm than good in the end. In short, he does it for fun, not to torment her like he initially would.

👑. Yui is much more shy than Kino but also much more insightful. Kino is very outgoing but doesn't handle people very well. While it's hard for them to find a common ground, he does want to be less pointlessly mean and be more considerate, at least with Yui... But it is easier said than done. He tries, though!

👑. All in all, Kino always wants to have fun and ideally Yui would have fun with him. For Yui, as long as Kino is happy, she is happy as well.

#ask #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers kino #diabolik lovers ask blog #diabolik lovers headcanons #;Zer0th Prince | Kino

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twinkinspector · 2 years ago

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One more I am so sorry you can just reply to whichever ones you want akxkskdksod dabi

you're totally fine!! i respect your dedication to the cause and your help in furthering our research about leaky cocks

i'll be totally honest here – i feel really out of my depth with dabi but i'm still going to do my best! 🫡 i actually crowdsourced this a little but here's what i'm thinking

i'm giving him a 7.5/10. it's just really tough to tell when he has such a thick mask up from all his trauma ykwim (nevertheless we persist, stay silly, etc)

his leak frequency feels deliberate, like he's doing it at specific times on purpose

it also seems like pretty common knowledge that he has a dick piercing of some kind. which makes him that much more sensitive. so he gets REALLLLYYYYYY LEAKY when you touch him

he starts to get particularly wet and leaky when you're stroking him and your fingers rub over the cool metal and the piercings move a little bit

leak quantity: high.

leak frequency: low.

LEAK LEVEL: 7.5/10.

send me your fav and i'll tell you how leaky their cock is <3

#evening q #ask game #dabirot #leak levels #highposting

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unhonestlymirror · 10 months ago

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Yk, I've been thinking about this for a little while, and I believe there's nothing to be proud of, especially for contentmakers. Such thinking leads to Himaruya behaviour: open dissemination and popularization of untruths. And it's kinda weird because we have MUCH more sources for education than our parents and grandparents had. Of course, we also have AI, and "some articles in google have been removed under US law" - but still, we have social media, YT, tiktok, and a bunch of resources to be more accurate. Nevertheless, the neglect of detail is gaining momentum, and, what is especially strange, it is highly encouraged by our friends.

And I know that it's all hehe&haha until someone touches the topic which is especially important to us. I could also go around and say wild shit like, ummm dunno, that KKK were freedom defenders and they deserved sympathy, but 1)even considering that the South suffered, that would be crazy, 2)I know that tumblr is American website so it would eat me alive if I made a statement like this. I can't compete with people here about the history of the USA and Canada. I don't know shit about the USA and Canada, I'm not proud of it, but I also don't try to pretend like I know more than you.

However, when it comes to the countries of Eastern Europe: Ukraine, Belarus, Latvia, Lithuania, etc. - the countries that don't have many representatives here, and therefore, no one can beat your ass for saying wild shit about Eastern Europe - people feel the freedom, and they start going crazy. They start portraying my countries, who have been suffering because of russia for CENTURIES, as russia's siblings, and they don't find anything wrong about it. So you have to wander around and publicly bite their asses. It is not very polite but it's very effective. It's all about the power, after all.

In conclusion, silly little creatures usually make a lot of damage, especially when they gather together into a huge monster. I don't like causing damage, and I don't like being stupid, so I usually avoid it and highly recommend my followers to do so. I don't mind people who want to stay uneducated because it puts educated people in a better position... but frankly, it's sad when you're surrounded by not educated people. :( I like being surrounded by smart people who are passionate about their interests and who discuss different topics without the fear to get cancelled or being publicly harassed.

sometimes i'm reminded that i don't have any history degree whatsoever and i'm just a silly little creature with the ability to draw and a blog on tumblr so i can go around saying wild shit like i think katte had adhd or something

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awideplace · 2 years ago

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I'm almost 30 and still single. It hurts my heart so much especially when I see friends of mine get married and have children. I would rather wait to meet the right person than settle but struggle in this area so much. How do you cope with being single (if you are single) and continue to trust God and have peace about it all?

Hi there, you made an excellent point: "I would rather wait to meet the right person than settle" - this is important. Don't settle. That doesn't mean we expect perfection out of imperfect creatures, nevertheless if there are glaring theological issues someone has or appears to have mental/emotional issues that are a cause for concern, please wait.

I "cope" with being single by not necessarily seeing it as coping. I would love to meet someone, but I don't feel like I am just coping. I hope that makes sense? I continue to trust God because who else can I trust for this and where else can I go? Do I have peace about it? Well, I am not always very happy about it, but I would have far less peace if I was with someone I was settling with in the sense of knowing in my heart of hearts that they are not who the Lord has for me.

I hope this helps. Don't do what I did and marry out of pressure - I tried to call the wedding off and my fiancé freaked out and pressured me, he got physical and threw my engagement ring and we lost it and he blamed me. I then tried to call it off again the night before the wedding when I saw he was drinking too much with his friends and ignoring me and I let a family member talk me into staying - they meant well, but they gave me wine to drink and gave me a silly ultimatum, "If you never see him again after calling it off tonight would you be okay with that?" I should have been encouraged to obey the Lord and not have a drink while making such a huge decision. However, no one is ultimately to blame except myself because I chose to give my vows in spite of all of the glaring issues and it didn't take long (1 month) for him to do something very terrible. Before I got married I remember reading a quote by J. Vernon McGee that said, "Can you respect, look up to, and submit to the many you want to marry? Most importantly, is he submitted to God?" And I couldn't say yes to that because I knew in a big area of his life he was not submitting to God. I also kind of felt like no one else would love me like he does (this is a lie if you feel this way as a woman, sometimes we don't see ourselves clearly in God's eyes in the sense of our worth in Him). He could be so terrible to me, but also tell me how much he needed me, and he could be charming and was handsome and great in his career and people liked him and I just didn't scale back and think: is this who God has for me? I knew it wasn't, and I settled.

I share this because it's not necessarily something I would share publicly and so openly, yet I feel like I have to warn younger women because I know it is getting harder to meet right-on Christians and Christian men especially (typically churches are filled with more women than men and there is a desperate need for godly male leadership in churches and homes, men rooted in the Word and in biblical masculinity). I know it seems hard to find someone, but it's God's doing to have someone for us. I don't have to find him and neither do you. Live your life that God has given you, be faithful with what he has for you for now - that might mean your job, your education, your family, your home, your friends, definitely attending church, serving in the body of Christ, attending small group from church if possible, etc. Let the Lord bring him and don't grow weary in doing good, beloved. I feel for you and I hear you and I believe God has good for me and I pray that for you, too. I pray God reassures your heart. I pray he comforts you at night and you can feel his arm around you when with loved ones in love. Your faithfulness is not wasted and it is a treasure. Lord, please provide - we reach out to you, Lord, asking you, please provide for this sister and for all of those godly women desiring a godly spouse. Lord, please provide. Where else can we go? We look to you, Lord. You alone feed us, God. You provided manna in the desert and opened closed wombs, we pray for provision of heavenly proportions, Lord. We pray for the provision of godly men from your hand. In the name of Jesus we pray, amen.

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cotccotc · 4 years ago

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SKZ REACT to...

◈ you being followed

part of my eight as fate event !! ( requested by anon ♡ )

genre/s: comfort, skz x gn reader

warning/s: description of being followed on the street, descriptions / mentions of panic attacks

wc: 1.8k

a/n: this one took me quite a while but i’m happy with it !!! i decided to write out a longer introduction to this to kinda set up a scene !! i hope y’all enjoy it (esp the comforting parts ofc kdjdjf)

it’s somewhat unlike you to walk alone at night. you figured it would only take you a few minutes, but you got out of work late, setting you back quite a while. to make things worse, while you were working overtime, the sun had set, leaving you to traverse the dimly lit city streets on your own. all you know is that your boyfriend left the door open for you, and a couch date sounds really great right now.

somewhere along your walk, you heard a shuffling noise coming from behind you. you disregarded it, thinking it may have been simple paranoia. you’ve seen too many movies, you think. however, as you keep up your leisurely yet steady pace, you hear another noise. this time you turn around.

a man. in a black hoodie. looking you dead in the eye.

your eyes widen as a small gasp leaves your mouth. needless to say, you begin sprinting to your destination, heart racing at a pace that rivals the speed of your feet. with your focus aimed at getting as far away as you can, you’re honestly not even sure how your legs know where they’re going. nevertheless, your saving grace comes into view. after a quick glance at the now empty street behind you, you sprint even faster than before. and, once you make it to the apartment door, you fling the door open and leap inside with enough force to rattle the hinges.

“y/n? what’s wro-”

“i was being followed,” you interject, a choked sob finally escaping you.

◈ CHAN

his first instinct, no matter what, is to make sure you feel safer now.

he’ll sit you down on the couch, staying close beside you and rubbing your back while reiterating that whoever that man was is gone now.

i’ve always liked to think he’d be good to have around in the event of a panic attack. especially if you’re the type of person who needs physical and verbal reassurance. back rubs, hugging, and breathing reminders galore.

once you’ve calmed down, he would wipe away your tears and hold you close to him as he asks you about the rest of your day.

he’s an amazing listener and he can’t wait to hear about the latest employee or customer gossip lmao

but more importantly, it would take your mind off things, which is all he truly wants.

if you start looking a bit gloomy or drifting off in thought, he’d probably suggest some cuddle time !! he would make sure to remind you of how courageous you were in that moment before promising you one last time that you’re safer now, here with him.

you’d finally fall asleep in his arms, filling him with relief.

◈ MINHO

first reaction: absolutely pissed.

not at you of course, but at the guy who was following you. with you still in his arms, he glances pointedly out the front door and the windows, closing the blinds after giving the entire apartment a once-over.you end up in the bedroom, in which he’ll guide you to sit beside him on the bed.

his expression will have completely changed from anger to loving concern. he’d look deeply into your eyes while holding both your hands in his, assuring you that you’re safe now.while you continue to cry, you explain what had happened in more detail. he strokes your hair as you speak and nods along, blood boiling.

he can’t stand the thought of any person making you feel unsafe. but, he’d maintain a calm exterior in order to make you feel more at ease.

once you describe the whole situation, he’d reassure you once again that the man can’t get to you now.

“he’ll have to get through me.”

you giggle.

“hEY”

◈ CHANGBIN

i think he’d have a similar reaction to minho !!

very visibly pissed that some random guy had the nerve to intimidate you. that dude’s lucky he didn’t follow you the whole way home or else he’d probably be pretty uh. damaged. by now..

he’d sit you down on the couch, do a quick check-in at each of the windows and doors, and come back as soon as he can to console you.

when he does, he’s quick to sit beside you, arm wrapped around you with the other wiping the tears off of your face.

after you explain the situation a bit more clearly, he becomes even more angry (probably mutters some curses under his breath)

but !!!! i think he’d really try his best to focus on cheering you up

asking you what you’d like to do for the rest of the night, if you’d like any food, if you’d like to sleep or stay up for a while.. etc.

plus he’d amp up the silly antics to make you forget about things !!

◈ HYUNJIN

i think his physical reaction would become similar to yours. very quickly.

like once he sees your tears and senses your quickened pulse. his immediate response (whether voluntary or not) would be to emulate you.

so, naturally, he’d hold you in his arms and let you cry it out, while small sobs of his own escape him.

seeing you so scared is a scary feeling.

of course, he’d reassure you that you’re safe !!! he’d look into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ears, and tell you that it’s all over now and that you’re safe.

you, of course, don’t want him to feel sad or scared, so you’d console him as well.

you two would comfort each other the whole rest of the night. i think the most probable option would be the two of you cuddled up in bed watching a movie or reading webtoons together

distraction !! but make it a drama !! or a romcom because .. vibes !!

and when you decide it’s time for bed (however late that may be due to the stress from earlier) he’d be sure to remind you that he’ll be with you all night & when you wake up

(but he’s also secretly clinging onto you out of fear as well kdjfgj)

◈ JISUNG

“oh sh- oh sHIT-”

wouldn’t know what in the fuck to do

would haphazardly check all the windows like minho did, holding your hand as you continue to cry

after he’s done, he’d cling to you and hold you SO very tight <3

lots of “shh shh baby.. baby shhhh” and all that jazz.. you know the sungie vibes…

he’d stroke your hair and arms, noticing your slight shakiness and suggesting you both cuddle for some extra comfort and warmth

no matter what time of night it is, he’d turn off the lights and cuddle with you as you describe the event in more detail

quiet & calm

even if you end up crying again while you speak, he’s there to brush the tears off your face with his thumb and help you calm down again

◈ FELIX

before you came, he might have cooked a small meal for the two of you to share. even though you worked late, it’d still be waiting for you when you arrive. he’d wait too.

when you do happen to burst through the door, he’d jump and gasp out of fear but he’s quick to run up to you and hold you as you let out everything you’d held in during your walk-turned-chase

also !! will help you get settled in as you describe what went down

helping you take off your coat and shoes, getting water for you, grabbing some blankets; all while listening intently and giving you all of his attention

once you’re seated on the couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he could find and staying hydrated after such a harrowing event, he’d be sure to hold you as close as possible to remind you that everything’s okay

eventually, through his subtle gestures and calming demeanor, you won’t even realize how you got situated !! he just knows what to do to make you as comfortable as possible without even trying all that hard

you may choose to skip dinner, but no matter what, he’ll be holding you close the whole night through to make sure you know he’s there to protect and care for you

◈ SEUNGMIN

he’s very methodical about how to proceed. his first instinct is to do what some of the others would and check the house, but he decides to help you calm down first.

you’re rambling about what happened in between sobs and quick breaths, which sends a pain through his heart as he shuts and locks the door.

if you’re shorter than him, he’d bend a little to make direct eye contact with you. he’ll rub your arms and tell you that you don’t have to be afraid anymore

the most calming and reassuring voice in the whole world omg !!!!!!

he’d wipe your tears away and cup your face with both of his hands, prompting you to look back into his eyes before smiling at you

“you’re safe now, right?”

you smile back at him, nodding.

“now, let’s lock all the doors so no bad guys can get in!”

then, he’d take your hand and let you help him lock the doors and shut the curtains, making it feel like a chore instead of a precaution

and for your “good work”, he’d reward you with some binge watching & cuddle time !!! (as if that wasn’t the original plan skjdfg)

◈ JEONGIN

(under his breath, eyes wide) “oh my god…”

i think he’d start freaking out a bit like hyunjin did, but he’d do his very best to hide it. he knows he has to be strong to help you calm down and feel safe.

like felix, he’d help you take off your coat and shoes, leading you over to the couch as you shakily describe what happened.

(i’m sorry i keep making comparisons to the other members bUT) like minho, he’d hold your hands in his, rubbing them softly with his thumbs to soothe your nerves as you let everything out

he’d try to cheer you up by suggesting alternative motives the man might’ve had instead of wanting to harm you

for instance:

jeongin: “what if he was lost and needed directions but he was too shy to ask because you’re so pretty/handsome?”

you: “babe i don’t think-”

jeongin: “OR what if he thought he knew you !!”

you: “but he-”

jeongin: “WHAT IF IT WAS BATMAN-”

overall, his aim is to distract you (as well as himself), which ends in success. you’ll both be in stitches by the end of the night

and… laughing is super tiring, right?

therefore, as reiterated throughout all of these reactions because we all know it’s true:

CUDDLESSSS

oh also.. right before you fall asleep in his arms, he’d ask if you want to leave the light on during the night :( bc he’s a cutie :((((

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gunterfan1992 · 4 years ago

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Episode Review: ‘Together Again’ (Distant Lands, Ep. 3)

Airdate: May 20, 2021

Story by: Jack Pendarvis, Kate Tsang, Hanna K. Nyström, Christina Catucci, Jesse Moynihan, Adam Muto

Storyboarded by: Hanna K. Nyström, Anna Syvertsson, Iggy Craig, Maya Petersen, Serena Wu

Directed by: Miki Brewster (supervising), Sandra Lee (art)

Across Adventure Time’s ten season run, the show explored a bevy of “mature” themes and story ideas—topics, like love, sexuality, depression, and grieving. The show also touched upon death, but the emphasis was usually placed on the emotional toll of a loved one dying, not really what happens when you die. We knew there were Dead Worlds and Death. We knew that there was reincarnation. But how does it all fit together? What does it mean? How does it work?

With “Together Again,” we finally have many of the answers.

This special opens with a marvelous fake-out episode simply called “Finn & Jake,” that sees the two steal a magical cartoon of 50-flavor ice cream before rescuing Turtle Princess and LSP from the clutches of the villainous Ice King. This is all deliberately anachronistic and over the top. Ice King is back to his season one ways, Finn has both arms, and he is still wielding his golden sword that he lost in season two’s “The Real You.” There’s lolrandom dialogue and silly monsters; it’s like a parody of seasons 1-2. But then, this adventure starts to get all wonky, and in time Finn realizes that he is in a some sort of trance or illusion: one that ends with Jake being buried in the ground. Suddenly, Finn awakens from his reverie. He’s an old man. And he’s dead. We’re then presented with a new title card that lets us know the episode is actually called “Finn & Jake Are Dead.”

Holy Glob! They actually went there.

Turns out Jake died years before Finn, so naturally Finn is super excited to see his best bud. But something’s wrong—he cannot find Jake!! They planned to spend eternity together. But all that Finn can find is his very own psychopomp, Mr. Fox (voiced by Tom Herpich, whose purposefully stilted line readings are the epitome of delightful). Finn rightfully assumes that Jake is in a different Dead World, and so, being the ball of spunk and energy that he is, he demands to meet with Death, only to discover that there’s a New Death in town (voiced by Chris Fleming). The episode eventually explains that New Death was the son of Death and Life, and after New Death killed his father, he became the sovereign of the afterlife. New Death hates his job and decides to just blow up all the Dead Worlds so he doesn’t have to deal with it all. (I won’t get too much into the details here, because there would be a lot of story to parse out.)

Finn soon learns that Jake has reached nirvana in the 50th Dead World, where there is nothing but peace and serenity. Finn nevertheless tracks down Jake, pulls him from paradise, but in doing so, accidentally lets New Death in, who promptly obliterates Elysium, sending all the enlightened souls—including those from different levels of the afterlife—to the 1st Dead World. This gronks up the afterlife, temporarily halting the reincarnation process.

Well, Finn and Jake are rightfully ticked, and so they haunt the material plane looking for Princess Bubblegum. She’s not home (more on that later), but Peppermint Butler is! After Ghost Finn and Ghost Jake explain the situation, Peppermint Butler tells them what to do: They need to find Life and explain the situation. The duo manage just that, and Life is rightfully angry that her kid has stopped the transmigration of souls. After Life gives Finn a McGuffin sword that can hurt Death, Finn and Jake return to his abode. A brawl ensues wherein we learn that New Death has been possessed… by none other than that spirit of the Lich.

That’s right, it’s the Lich! He’s back, and boy is he evil.

The Lich explains that by possessing Death, he can destroy the afterlife, thereby destroying a key aspect of reality. Naturally, Finn and Jake are not cool with this, and they engage in combat. After Mr. Fox grabs the McGuffin sword and uses it to annihilate the Lich and New Death, he is proclaimed the New New Death and sets everything right. Finn is slated to be reincarnated, and Jake is slated to return to the 50th Dead World where he and Finn will one day be reunited. As Finn is pulled into the wheel of souls, Jake suddenly decides to go back with Finn, too, “Just for fun.” The episode ends with a card letting us know that the episode is neither called “Finn & Jake” nor “Finn & Jake Are Dead.” Instead, it is “Finn and Jake Are Together Again.”

As they say, “And there wasn’t a dry eye in the place.”

If you were to tell me several years ago that the last episode to star Finn and Jake would revolve around them dying, I think I would’ve been upset. Not simply sad, but rather frustrated because “they all died” can feel like a cheap ending. But with “Together Again,” it all works. And a large reason that it works is because the show goes all in with their ideas. Finn and Jake don’t magically leap back into their old life (no, no, they very much do bite the dust). Instead, the special emphasizes the cyclical nature of life through the transmigration of souls. The episode ends with a beautiful scene of Finn and Jake, bound together as soul-brothers, being reborn into a new, mysterious (possibly Ooo 1000+?) world. It’s both aesthetically and emotionally pleasing; it doesn’t feel off the way over finales might. This is right. This is the way life works. “Round and round as nature goes,” and all that jazz.

I loved the series explanation of how death works. It seems that souls land in a specific Dead World, where they ‘marinate’ for a bit, presumably being rewarded or punished based on their life in our meat reality. After a time, they are then reborn. This process repeats, with each soul reaching higher and higher levels of enlightenment until they hit nirvana, which is the 50th Dead World. So in a sense, Adventure Time has a roughly Buddhist cosmology with a dash of Greco-Roman mythos thrown in for flavor. (As to what happens after a soul stays in the 50th Dead World for a long period is anyone’s guess, but I’d speculate that when all the souls in the multiverse have been purified and land in the 50th Dead World, they will all collapse into one another and form one perfect Monad. Perhaps this is the sphere of perfection that the beings who merged into Matthew thought they were connecting to? Who knows! It’s anyone’s guess!) I was a little disappointed that we didn’t get to see who Death, Prismo, Life, etc.’s boss was, but perhaps that’s a mystery better left up to the imagination!

One minor thing that I loved about this special was the number of characters who made cameos as well as all the callbacks that were made to previous episodes. Regarding the former: Finn and Jake’s canine family show up (including the oft-forgotten Jermaine!), as do Tree Trunks and her myriad husbands. Tiffany plays a major role in all these shenanigans as a “death cop” of all things. There is a delightful rogues gallery stuck in the 1st Dead World (including, among others, Maja, Sharon from “The Gut Grinder,” and Wyatt). In the 50th we find Ghost Princess and Clarence happily at peace next to Booshy, the weird spirit mentioned in the Pen Ward classic “High Strangeness.” As far as callbacks go, perhaps my favorite is the clap (from “James Baxter the Horse”) that Jake taught to Finn in case they ever do get separated in the afterlife. And of course, there are myriad references made to “Death in Bloom,” the episode that planted the seed for what this would grow into.

Going into the special suspecting that it would involve Death, I was curious how they were going to handle Miguel Ferrer’s character. (In case a reader is not aware, Ferrer played Death in episodes like “Death in Bloom” and “Betty,” but he sadly passed away a few years ago). The producers’ choice to feature him in a non-speaking cameo—despite playing a relatively significant role in the story—was wise; I’m not sure if I can articulate the exact reasons, but something about his role felt appropriate and not gross, as some post-mortem memorials can be. Speaking of which, the wonderful, lovely Polly Lou Livingston was featured for the last time in this episode as Tree Trunks, happily in heaven with her literal harem of husbands. It was funny, it really was, and I’m sure that Polly Lou would’ve gotten a kick out of seeing it on screen. (Also, this is a pro-Tree Trunks safe space. Any Tree Trunks haters will be chucked into the 1st Dead World with Wyatt.)

The biggest mystery in this whole thing, for me at least, is the question of Princess Bubblegum and Marceline. Several years ago, I wrote an essay about what could’ve happened to them in the Ooo 1000+ universe. I speculated that they peaced out and left Ooo behind. In this special, neither Bubblegum nor Marceline are to be found in the Candy Kingdom—Peppermint Butler seems to be the one in charge, given that he is now wearing Bubblegum’s crown. Likewise, the duo aren’t anywhere in the Dead Worlds either. Maybe the two of them skipped town and got a duplex in the Nightosphere? Who knows… I just want my favorite gals to be OK!

All things considered, “Together Again” was a marvel: An episode that managed to feel like a series finale even more than “Come Along with Me” already did without taking away from the series itself. An episode that managed to make the idea of dying funny. An episode that brought back the Lich in a way that wasn’t forced. An episode that made Mr. Fox the New New Death. An episode that gave us a beautiful ending to Finn and Jake’s story… as well as the beautiful beginning to a new one. I said it on Twitter, and I’ll say it again here: “Together Again” was the end of a sentence in a book with infinite pages. Truly, the fun will never end.

Mushroom War evidence: Everything takes place in the Dead Worlds, so not really. Perhaps a more eagle-eyed viewer can inform us...

Final Grade: That’s right, I’m gonna do it...

Post-script, I actually messaged Jesse Moynihan to ask about his writing credit. He told me that it was for an unused story idea that he had developed. I’m not certain, but I’ll bet it was a part of the cancelled TV movie they were trying to make during season 5, since that would’ve seen Finn and Orgalorg journey to the various Dead Worlds.

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autismvampyre · 4 years ago

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Not Your Fault

Song: “Kristy Are You Doing Okay?” by The Offspring.

Pairing: Scott Summers x F!reader, Platonic!

Summary: Scott is excited to meet the new student at Xavier’s school for gifted youngsters, but his opinion changes when he realises he knows the new girl, and he remembers he failed to save her.

Warnings: Past child abuse, eluding to past csa, victim blaming, slut-shaming, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing, i think thats it?

A/N: This is very much based on my experience, both as someone who was abused and as someone who's childhood best friend clearly had an abusive family as well. I still regret not saying anything to this day, and the song “Kristy Are You Doing Okay?” really encapsulates that. I tried keeping this open to everyone, I did make the reader a girl but I tried to keep it open to any ethnicity, size, etc. I hope you guys like it. Btw, the italics are flashbacks, just FYI.

Nothing stayed a secret for very long at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters; it was prerequisite to having a school full of telepaths. That’s why it didn’t take long for everyone to hear of the new student that was to be enrolled. Scott Summers had heard every silly rumour about the new girl soon to join them, knowing most of them were made up. Nevertheless he was intrigued and looked forward to meeting her.

Don’t you go replacing me, Loverboy. He heard Jean’s voice echo in his mind and turned to face her. HIs eyes formed into small slits as he glared at her through his glasses.

“What did we say about reading my thoughts without asking?” Scott asked his girlfriend, causing her to chuckle. She shot him a shit eating grin, the one he hated and loved at the same time.

“Not my fault you’re thinking so damn loud, wouldn’t be surprised if the professor could hear you, and he’s down in the basement.”

I can, in fact, hear him. He’s thinking very loudly, the professor said in their heads. Jean laughed as Scott groaned.

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Two days later, the new student finally arrived. Everyone stared at her when she entered the building, escorted by Hank. She kept her eyes glued to the ground, only looking up to avoid walking into walls. The attention visibly made her uncomfortable, and Hank’s protests didn’t help so Scott launched into action.

“Hey, punks! Will you give the girl some privacy? Shoo, before I stare down everyone in this damn room, without my glasses,” he shouted from the top of the stairs. The students immediately disbanded, remembering what the brown haired boy had done to the professor’s favourite tree. Hank shot him a thankful look and Scott simply nodded in response.

Then she looked at him.

As soon as he met her gaze he remembered her. The marks on her dress that he’d neatly repressed were now burning his eyes, but not in the way he was used to. Not the familiar warmth of kinetic energy escaping from his iris, but the burn of shame and guilt. All the times he’d known what had happened, yet didn’t say anything.

He went pale and his hands started to tremble lightly, prompting him to shove them in his pockets. Scott’s eyes never left her form, though she had broken eye contact long ago. He wanted to run but felt paralysed by fear as he prayed she didn’t recognise him.

“Hey, Scott. Thanks for what you did back there,” Hank whispered when he walked by up the stairs. All Scott could bring himself to do was nod before running off to his living quarters.

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“God, [Y/N]! You're useless, I should’ve gotten that damn abortion like I planned!” The shouting from inside his neighbours house was familiar to Scott, but he still felt equally as bad for [Y/N] every time he heard it. Just like every time, the doors burst open as his best friend ran out in her tattered dress. Her mother was still screaming after her from inside the house, but they both tried to ignore it as then sprinted down the street.

“Don't you dare run away from me, you slut! You’ve tried to steal my husband for the last time!” Her words slowly faded the further away they got. Though they both knew there would be trouble later, for now they were free.

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He avoided her for two days after their meeting in the stairwell. Even if she didn't recognise him due to his age or the glasses, he couldn't bear looking at her. It wasn't her fault, it was all Scott and his guilt. Her [E/C] eyes told him of an act of betrayal, what her father had done and how her mother reacted. And those marks on her dress, the blood and the bruises; he should’ve said something. He should've told his parents, gotten her out of there despite her assuring him it was fine. He should've done something.

“Scott, are you okay? You seem really distant,” Jubilee said, her usual chipper manner being replaced with concern. The brown haired boy simply shook his head.

“I’m fine, Jubes. Just tired,” he lied before turning to look out the window. His gaze littered over the sunny courtyard but stopped at a halt on the [H/C] haired girl practicing her powers. She looked confident as she did her magic with graceful movements and a big grin on her lips. Her [S/C] skin seemed to glow in the afternoon sun, and Scott felt a familiar warmth grow in his chest. He could no longer stay away, couldn't put off the inevitable.

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“Come on, Scott. Get up here!” [Y/N] teased, grinning down at her best friend from the top of the playground structure. She had climbed all the way up, farther than either of their parents would allow them. Scott simply looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“Come on, [Y/N], come down from there. You're gonna get hurt,” he begged. However his words only made her more determined. She shook her head and started to stand to balance on the roof of the tall structure.

“Please! If you climb down I’ll buy you ice cream,” Scott shouted, clearly desperate. At those words, the deal was decided and she wordlessly began climbing down like she had so many times before. She must have been too cocky, however, because her foot slipped at one point. No longer having any footing, she fell helplessly to the ground with a loud yelp.

“[Y/N]!” Scott cried as he darted towards her. She hit the ground within milliseconds, pain blossoming in her leg. Once she looked down, she found it was twisted in an unnatural angle. Scott rushed to her side and tried to help her up but as soon as she tried to support her weight the pain intensified, causing her to hiss.

“I think it's broken,” she said. Scott gave her a ‘I told you so look’, causing her to groan out of annoyance.

“I told you to get down from there,” he reminded her.

“Zip it, Summers.” The anger in her voice told him she was serious and he immediately backed off. Before they could do anything else, Mrs [L/N] interrupted them.

“What the fuck did you do to my daughter?!” Her mother shouted as she stomped over to the two children.

“No, mom, I just fell! Scott didn't do anything, I was just stupid-”

“You are stupid, [Y/N]! God, you insolent child!” She interrupted their protests before grabbing her daughter's arm, successfully pulling her off the ground despite her screams of agony from her broken limb. Scott simply stayed on the ground, eyes wide with fear for the woman in front of him. [Y/N] tried to plead with her, but her words fell on deaf ears, all while Mrs [L/N] glared at Scott with an anger he'd never seen before.

“You stay away from my daughter! Never come near her again,” she shouted, before carelessly dragging her injured daughter through the playground.

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Three days after her arrival, Scott finally found the courage to confront his long lost best friend. It was late, and most of the students were inside in the common room. Left was [Y/N], sitting under a tree as she stared into the summer evening. She heard him approaching and looked up at his face, a small smile forming on her lips.

“Hey, Summers,” she greeted before turning her gaze back to the sky. “The stars are beautiful tonight.” Scott just stared her at her, the words caught in his throat.

“Are you just gonna stand there or are you gonna sit down with me?” He decided on the latter and clumsily sat down next to the girl, mumbling meaningless thighs under his breath. The sat there just looking at the sky for a bit, and Scott to admit the stars were beautiful, even he with his red tinted glasses could see that.

“I’m sorry, [Y/N],” he suddenly blurted out, feeling he’d waited to say that long enough. [Y/N] looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“For what?” Her question baffled him, she knew who he was, didn't she? Everyone did, he was sort of famous at the school, so he assumed she’d know.

“For when we were kids. I didn't help you. The way your mom treated you- I should've done something,” he explained, staring at the sky to avoid looking at her. He was too ashamed to meet her gaze.

“What are you talking about? You didn't do anything-”

“Exactly! And I should've done something. I knew something was going on and I didn't help and you had to live with those assholes. When you moved, I couldn't forgive myself, cause your mom treated you horribly and I didn't help you…,” his voice faded until it was nothing but a mere whisper. Scott squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of her rejection, for her to hit him or scream at him, anything.

“Dude, you were twelve,” she said, finally breaking the silence. “We were kids, Summers. Kids are dumb, they dont know what they're doing. My parents, they were grown ass adults, it's not your job to keep them in check. They did what they did, and it was horrible; but you were a kid, Scott. It's not your responsibility to stop them.”

He was confused. Why doesn't she hate me?

“But-,” he started but she wasn't having it.

“No 'but's, Summers. It's not your damn fault.” She took his hand in hers and squeezed. “You hear me? Not. Your. Fault.” [Y/N] squeezed his hand after each word, reiterating her point. They both stayed silent for a bit.

“Your parents suck."

“I know, but I got away from them. I really wish you wouldn't blame yourself cause you're like, the one good thing from my childhood.” He finally looked at her, shock visible on his face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. Now, if you really wanna relieve your guilt, you still owe me that ice cream.”

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supercool-here · 3 years ago

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A few memories here and there from when I was in middle school and had a crush on a teacher

I don't have many memories anymore (because I've forgotten, and everything was pretty much the same, just longingly looking at him and trying to get his attention but in a silly and embarrassing way), but here are the last few remarkable memories I keep:

My parents and I had planned, for as long as I could remember, that I would enter a highschool affiliated to the most important university in my state, which meant moving out and living in the city with my dad. Many things where happening in my last year of middle school (I made friends, and changed and grew to like my school, my hometown and myself) that led me to change my mind, and I didn't really want to leave and go study in the city, but it was not like I could suddenly forget about this thing I had been planning since forever, and I also didn't want to let down my dad, so I just went with the flow. To enter that highschool I had to present an exam, which I thought would be super hard. THIS is super important because it was an excuse reason to get my teacher's attention. I don't know how he knew I was studying (putting 5% more effort into understanding maths) for this entrance exam, but he offered to help. It's likely that I told him about it, of course. So I would look for him in our classroom after school and stay with him at least once a week. I have to say, he was a really nice teacher, he offered to help and was very committed, and friendly. After a few months (still in the first half of my last year) of constantly going to him for "help" he offered to give me extra lessons on a regular basis, maybe set a schedule, and I WAS ALL IN. I was just flipping excited because my teacher crush just offered me extra lessons which meant spending time with him so I went like yeeeeea thanks I mean that would be so helpful. I asked my parents and they obviously said no (btw I think my parents, or at least my mom, figured out I had a crush on this teacher, and if she didn't know by the time I asked, the way I cried when they said "no" must have definitely given me away). He offered to help me for free (which is partly the reason why I got excited, y'all don't blame me I thought he wanted to spend time with me or whatever) but my parents still didn't let me agree because it was sus from a male teacher to just offer to help a girl for free after school all alone in a classroom (it's sadly normal to be sus of teachers in my country) and they didn't like the idea of me getting out of school later and walking home alone, so it was a no. Nevertheless, the teacher said he was there for me and etc.

So one day I had asked him if he could help me out with something after school, and he was like yAs okAy, so we would meet in the classroom after school, BUT while I was in other class I either got sent to his classroom for whatever reason or he sent someone to look for me, the thing is I ended up going to his classroom and he came out and told me he couldn't help me after school, so he told me to meet him in the classroom during lunch and I said ok. I WAS IN CLOUD NINE for no reason, I went to the cafeteria to tell my friends I couldn't have lunch with them because the teacher asked me to meet him during lunch: btw my friends (along with a large number of other people, which shows how disappointingly bad I kept my crush a secret) knew I had a crush on him, and they sometimes also asked for him to help em out with some problems or homework or questions or whatever, so they where excited, and so was I. I went to his classroom and he asked if I had brought anything for lunch, I had only taken an apple with me and just because I didn't have time to eat it before going over there, and he asked if I had had lunch already, if I was gonna be ok with just one apple, if I had seriously already eaten something. I mean that was just him being a good teacher who cares and doesn't want a student to starve.

Now this is probably the most exciting one: he gave me his phone number. I didn't even ask for it. It was the second half of my last year already, I was already attending extra classes on Saturdays to prepare for the exam, which was getting closer. After some event that required for all students to be at the school auditorium, and for him to moderate the audio on the speakers, I was walking out of the auditorium when I passed his sight and he called me: I went over and he said that he wanted to give me his phone number so I could reach out to him if I needed help with anything related to those Saturday classes, since he could answer my questions on any weekday but not Saturdays. He made it clear that he just wanted to give me his number in case I needed him on a Saturday and blablabla. You can't imagine how big I smiled, I said yes and ran for my phone to register his number. I felt like I was flying.

#tc crush #tc #tcc #male tc #maths tc #teacher crush #teacher crush community #male teacher #male teacher crush

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improudofit · 4 years ago

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hii!! could u do a jungkook reaction where y/n is a really jealous type (like she gets really jealous anytime she sees armys swooning over jungkook etc) and she wants to break up with him because it’s really hard for her to be with someone that is basically everyone’s crush? it’s up to you if they break up fr or if jungkook convinces her to stay! omg that’s so specific i’m so sorry skfksnr but thank u in advance! :)

hey! thanks for the idea.

if all fails...i tried. sorry in advance if this doesn’t work for you.

hope this fits what you were looking for...

“This is my job, Y/n..”

For most shows Jungkook would perform with the boys, interact with the fans and even provide a bit of fan service for Armies but never fail to look directly into the camera for you viewing from home or work.

You’d watch from the comfort of your bed wrapped in one of Jungkook’s hoodies or t-shirts trying your hardest to compose your jealousy. You try to remind yourself that its part of the job, to be loved and even adored by fans and it wasn’t the best feeling.

Nevertheless, you understood, giving that he would always make it up to you once he got home.

You smiled anticipating the joy ride he’d have planned. Your lewd thoughts we’re interrupted by the heighten of armies cheers as you’re eyes practically glue to the screen in your hand. A fan was invited on the stage, like every concert. Yet, something was off about this one. Nevertheless the interaction continues as your boyfriend Jungkook begins to speak while practically sweating through his this navy blue blouse.

Jungkook, being the flirt he is, noticed the flustered Army, then proceeded to unbutton a few more buttons revealing his chest. “It’s a little hot in here, right?” Was the last statement you heard before shutting your phone off, waiting for his flirty ass to return home.

About an hour later he walks in as you hear his huge duffle bag fall by the door.

“Jagiya? Are you awake?”

He asks as you remained turned facing the wall opposite of your bedroom door.

His figure creates a shadow from the light in the hallway was he stands in the doorway. You hear the zipper of his hoodie slide down as his footsteps lead to your bedside. Jungkook smirks knowing you aren’t sleep, but proceeds to go along with your attitude. “Are you upset?” he asks sitting behind you tracing figure-eights on your exposed lower back.

You shot up from the audacity this man has to come and ask you that. “Are you serious, Jungkook? You know what you were doing.” You poke his chest becoming angrier by the second as that ridiculously sexy smirk refuses to leave his face. He remains quiet for a few more minutes to let you blow off some steam.

“You know I do this for Army, Y/n.” he responds waiting for a response from you. “I know but.. don’t you think you’d tone down the sexiness? You wouldn’t like if I was out there flirting right?” you stand your ground. “Yes i’d be a bit jealous, but Id understand if it was your job.”

“I don’t want to have the same argument every night I come home from a show.” he stands up rubbing his face, obviously annoyed. “Talk to me when you get out of your feelings about this.” Jungkook leaves you in your bedroom heading to the living room, shutting the door behind him.

The next morning you walk into the kitchen seeing Jungkook up in the kitchen. Last night was a sleepless one, “Never go to bed angry..”

You remember the agreement you two made after your first fight. Only the lord knows hows how many you two have had since then. You join Jungkook in the kitchen as his eyes remain glued to the bowl of cereal in front of him. Silence is the only thing shared between you both as you brew coffee without sparing him a glace, same with him.

You were expecting things to go back to normal, yet you’re just dreading the next time he comes home from a concert. It’s exhausting dating the maknae of a iconic kpop group. You don’t think you can do this anymore.

“What?” Jungkook spoke as you turn around in shock that you said that out loud. “Are you serious?” Immediately you regret everything you just thought about, how could you leave? But he can’t keep over looking it like he always does.

“Y/n, I know you don’t like the attention I give Army but do you think that it’s so intense that we have to separate?” Jungkook rambles meeting you at the counter holding your hand. “Jungkook I hate it. I know it seems like just some silly jealousy thing about me but I really dislike it and I hate when you dismiss it like some inconvenience of mine!” You explain to him.

“Then what can I do? Jagi I can’t just stop performing all together.” Jungkook questions searching my pupils for some type of opposing emotion. “That’s why I think we should end things.” You finally admit as Jungkook seems to lose his words, along with his grasp of this relationship.

Deep down this relationship wasn’t the strongest. Yet the optimistic Jungkook always would try to get you to see things from his perspective, which you tried.

“Keep it together Jungkook,” he’d repeat to himself during a fansigning later that day.

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moviewarfare · 3 years ago

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A Review of “Jungle Cruise (2021)”

Jungle Cruise (2021) is another attempt at making a movie franchise based on one of their rides at their theme parks. The only real success so far has been Pirates of the Caribbean. Most of the time it is Tomorrowland (2015) or The Haunted Mansion (2003). The premise is "Dr Lily Houghton (Emily Blunt) enlists the aid of wisecracking skipper Frank Wolff (Dwayne Johnson) to take her down the Amazon in his ramshackle boat. Together, they search for an ancient tree that holds the power to heal -- a discovery that will change the future of medicine". So is this more close to Pirates of the Caribbean or Tomorrowland?

Firstly, Dwayne Johnson and Emily Blunt truly carry this film. Dwayne's scoundrel and charismatic performance surprisingly works well with Emily's posh and outgoing performance. Both have great chemistry together and when they are both bantering with one another, it is enjoyable to watch. The majority of the movie is about the characters on the boat which is what the ride is about. So I do appreciate the fact that they did attempt to keep it faithful to the ride it was inspired by.

Jungle Cruise feels like a 90s movie but that is not quite a bad thing in this case. It is advertised as a fun family adventure movie and I do believe it succeeds in that aspect. There are some silly but fun jokes that mostly land and there are over the top action sequences that are fun to watch. We get the 90s comic relief guy and even over the top villains as well. For the most part, it does feel old fashioned but it works and I can definitely see families enjoying Jungle Cruise. There are also some really nice twists and revelations that genuinely surprised me as well.

However, the plot is a bit messy in its execution. For example, it takes quite a while for the Jungle Cruise to actually start and even when it has finally started, there is a lot of downtimes that don't advance the plot. The film's length is over 2 hours and it feels way too long. The movie could have easily cut 15-20 minutes of runtime and made it a better film, pacing wise. Dwayne's character, Frank Wolff, is the cliche cynical and shrewd character who is initially unlikeable but gets better later. Jungle Cruise takes almost over halfway in the movie before he actually becomes likeable which was way too long in my opinion. Jungle Cruise also has a villain problem as there are two villains in this film. Aguirre, the cursed Spanish conquistador, who wanted the tree's power to save his daughter but is now immortal and Prince Joachim who is some german guy. Both are chasing the protagonist but Prince Joachim himself feels like a giant waste of screen time even though he appears more than Aguirre. You could cut Prince Joachim and the plot is still the same, that is how irrelevant his character is.

Jungle Cruise (2021) has an abundant amount of CGI. It feels like CGI was the first solution to everything by the director and it shows. It wouldn't be as jarring if the CGI itself was good. Unfortunately, this is not the case as the CGI is very noticeable and not great by 2021 standards. The shots, editing and cinematography are also disappointing average and never feel like it tries to do more with it despite it being a big blockbuster. However, the music score by James Newton Howard has got to be the most disappointing aspect of Jungle Cruise. James has done scores for many great films such as King Kong (2005), Unbreakable (2000), Fantastic Beast franchise etc. For some reason, James gives a very weak score for Jungle Cruise (2021). There is no soundtrack here that sticks in my mind and it has no iconic theme like Pirates of the Caribbean.

Overall, Jungle Cruise is a fun action and adventure film that is reminiscent of classic 90s films such as The Mummy (1999) but never as good. Thanks to the chemistry of Dwayne and Emily, the Jungle Cruise manages to stay afloat to keep you engaged but it certainly ends up being a very generic and forgettable movie. Nevertheless, it is better than a lot of Disney's previous outings that were based on theme park rides. Not as good as Pirates of the Caribbean but better than Tomorrowland which is a huge step forward.

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andyet-here-we-are · 4 years ago

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Head Over Feet

Words: 4,057 Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

A/N: Thanks @3tothe1 for checking my errors. You are the best, sweetheart.

Additional Tags: Soft Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, but not that much angst etc so no worries, Fluff, Geralt writes a song for Jaskier, Geralt sings to Jaskier, mention of nightmares, Happy Ending

I hope you enjoy reading this, my dear Witchlings! 💛

(P.S: I highly recommend listening to Jonah Platt’s “Head Over Feet” cover since I was inspired by it, but shhh, we’re gonna pretend that Geralt wrote that song.)

***

“No, Jaskier. I won’t fucking sing. You better stop waiting for it.”

“But Geralt!” Jaskier whined, “You promised me!”

Yeah, right. The promise Jaskier wasn’t supposed to hear in the first place.

The promise Geralt was more than glad he had heard nevertheless.

“And now I’m saying that won’t happen.”

About two weeks ago, being the foolish, brave bard he was, Jaskier had tried to distract a Slezaerek so Geralt could kill it effortlessly. It had worked, but not without a cost, sadly.

Jaskier was hurt in the progress of doing that, and “Witchers don’t have feelings” his ass, Geralt was more than terrified that he was going to lose his little hummingbird for good this time.

“Just keep your eyes open, please,” the Witcher had almost begged as he tore a strip from his already ripped doublet and tied it cautiously around Jaskier’s wound to stop the bleeding.

“You need to keep your beautiful eyes open, understood? Jaskier? Do you understand?”

He wasn’t supposed to sleep. He shouldn’t. Because the thing with Sleazaeraks was, getting bitten by one meant there was no waking up ever again if you fell asleep.

Too bad the poison they had in them was enough to put a whale to sleep.

“And w-what’s in it for me?” was Jaskier’s answer, eyes already heavy with sleep. The antidote the Witcher made him drink wasn’t near enough to what he needed, yet he still hoped that it would be enough to keep Jaskier awake for a while.

“Keep your damn eyes open,” Geralt wanted to say.

And maybe the old Geralt, who rarely expressed his feelings to anyone unless those feelings had gotten something to do with anger, would say that.

But what left his mouth instead was: “I’ll sing a song for you if you hang on, if you don’t fall asleep. Just hang on till I get you to a healer.”

“Promise..?” The bard’s eyes had closed for a second before he revealed his baby blues to Geralt again, “you have to promise. It feels so tempting to sleep right now, my dear. You–”

“I promise. Hang on for me, little hummingbird. You always wanted to hear me sing, right? You have to hang on then.”

Thanks to all the gods in every religion -if they even really existed- Jaskier had managed to stay awake with Geralt’s help.

“I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life!” Jaskier walked towards him with loud and determined steps, breaking the Witcher away from his thoughts.

“You have been waiting for only two weeks. Don’t be dramatic.”

“No, I’m not being dramatic, I’m being honest. You stop talking rubbish. I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life!” Jaskier insisted with a little, cute frown, making Geralt let out a small chuckle.

Yennefer rolled his eyes at the bard, “Ever the dramatic. Also, honest? Really? You are the most dishonest person if your songs are anything to go by.”

“You. Lying. Snowman.” The dramatic bard in question ignored her, poking Geralt’s chest with his index finger between every word. “I knew it, I fucking knew you wouldn’t keep your promise! I should have just kept my eyes closed!”

“Don’t say that.” The Witcher said. “You…”

“You wouldn’t be here now if you did,” was unheard. But Jaskier understood anyway.

“At least I wouldn’t have to witness such a– such a betrayal!”

Instead of saying something, Geralt looked at Yennefer, she gave him a knowing look in return -which Jaskier didn’t miss, of course-

“Wait a minute, you’re hiding something!”

“Yeah, his desire for killing you so you would finally stop nagging like a bitch,” Yennefer sighed tiredly, clearly feeling a bit annoyed by Jaskier’s antics.

“I’m not hiding something,” he lied.

He was definitely hiding something, but Jaskier didn’t need to know that.

Not yet.

“I hate my life sometimes,” the bard kept complaining, crossing his arms and finally accepting that he wasn’t going to hear Geralt singing today: “Anyway, I’m not cooking today, you are on your own.”

“And how is that supposed to be a threat? Jask, no offence, but even Ciri cooks better than you. We nearly had food poisoning the last time you tried to cook.”

“I’m sorry. What do you mean by even?” came Ciri’s voice.

Well, fuck. He probably shouldn’t have said that.

“Hey, I’m gonna go take a walk, wanna come?” Jaskier asked Ciri before Geralt could answer Ciri’s question.

“He is trying to save my ass even when he is mad at me,” Geralt thought, looking at the bard with such a loving look, but then the other man added: “Betrayed people gotta stick together, you know,” and that loving look immediately turned into a “Disappointed But Not Surprised” look.

“Sure,” agreed Ciri, giving Geralt a meaningful look before she disappeared into the woods with Jaskier.

“Wow, you really have no idea how to talk a lady. Also, you better figure out how to complete that song before your bard gives you another tantrum and crush his lute over your head or something,” said Yennefer

“Helpful as always, Yen.”

He couldn’t deny that she was right, though.

***

After spending six more nights to complete his song, Geralt was finally ready to fulfill his promise finally.

It was certainly going to be a big surprise for Jaskier since Geralt had made it clear that he wouldn’t sing. And just three days ago, Jaskier had apologized to him.

“I’m sorry that I kinda overreacted before,” he had said. “Okay, not kinda. But I just… I’ve always wondered what your singing voice sounds like, so when you said you weren’t going to sing, I felt disappointed. Anyway, I wrote a new song, you wanna hear?”

So, yeah. He was gonna be so surprised.

And oh God, he had no idea how Jaskier could do it before so many people. “Having the voice of an angel probably helps,” his mind suggested not-so-helpfully.

He had an audience of three people, three people that mean the world to him, and he was already stressed as hell. He would rather sing to an Ethereal instead.

The Witcher didn’t even know how to do this. How should he start? By saying “I’ve written a song for you,” or by singing out of the blue? Should he stand while singing? Or is it a better idea to just sit?

And for God’s sake, where should he put his damn hands?

Would it be weird if he just kept his hands at his sides? Would that make him look like a puppet in a box or something?

For a moment, he wished he knew how to play the lute. So he could just sit down and play it, not having to think about his hands. He should have let Jaskier teach him when he offered it months ago. Well, there was no point thinking about that now.

“Okay, Geralt, give yourself a minute. You can do this,” he assured himself and took a deep breath. “Just remember why you’re doing this, and just do whatever feels natural. Say something romantic before you start, maybe.”

When he took a look at Jaskier, who was sitting by the fire across from him with Ciri and talking to her excitedly about something, he knew that he shouldn’t be worried about any of these things. And he shouldn’t worry about forgetting the words, even though he felt like he would forget and make a fool of himself.

“Jaskier!” He called as Ciri stood up to go to Yennefer’s side. “Are you planning to shut your mouth at least for a couple of minutes anytime soon?”

“So much for making a romantic remark before you start singing. Well done Geralt, way to go,” a voice inside his head scolded him as Jaskier said something he failed to catch. It wasn’t his fault that it was what felt natural. Being romantic wasn’t his strong suit, but he was trying to improve.

“Okay, so. It won’t be the best song you’ve ever heard, but it’s the best I can do. If any of you laugh at me while I’m singing, I’ll kick your sorry asses.”

“Wait, wha–”

He took a deep breath once again and started singing, keeping his eyes on Jaskier as he gaped with wide-open eyes.

“I had no choice but to hear you

You stated your case time and again

I thought about it

You treat me like I’m a damn prince

I’m not used to liking that

You ask how my day was”

He heard Ciri letting out a little chuckle at the “damn prince,” part, and he gave her a warning look before turning his gaze on Jaskier again, standing up.

There was no lie in it, Jaskier did treat him like he was a prince. He treated the Witcher like he wasn’t someone people were afraid of, but someone good and royal. Someone who deserved to be respected. Someone who deserved all the compliments in the whole world, not ugly slurs.

Someone who deserved to be loved.

“You’ve already won me over in spite of me

And don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn’t help it

It’s all your fault,” he sang, pointing at the bard while singing “it’s all your fault.”

Geralt nodded at him like saying “yes, I mean you, you silly bard,” when Jaskier briefly looked around as if he wasn’t sure Geralt was singing to him.

Of course, he meant him.

Because it sure was his fault.

It was Jaskier’s fault that his smile was more bright and dazzling than the afternoon sun, warming Geralt inside every time.

It was his fault that he had the biggest heart of gold Geralt had ever encountered, filled with so much love.

His fault that he had a voice that would make angels weep with jealousy. His fault that he was just so… Jaskier.

“Your love is thick and it swallowed me whole

You’re so much braver than I gave you credit for

That’s not lip service”

He found his hands moving naturally against his will as he sang. Guess he was worried for nothing.

“You’ve already won me over in spite of me

And don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn’t help it

It’s all your fault”

He sang the chorus once again, walking towards the man who he was able to render speechless for once, for a good reason hopefully this time. Speechless, and surprised as hell.

When he was finally in front of Jaskier, he reached his hands out tentatively towards him, hoping that the bard would just take the hint and hold them. Sadly, he didn’t. So Geralt just bent over and grabbed his hands, pulling him up from the log he was sitting on. Then, with a barely audible sigh, he closed his eyes, not sure if he could sing that part while looking at Jaskier.

He kept singing after swallowing thickly to find his voice again, not letting go of the bard’s dainty hands:

“You are the bearer of unconditional things

You held your breath and the door for me

Thanks for your patience

You’re the best friend that I’ve ever had

Let’s be boyfriends

What are we waiting for?

What took me so long?”

“Did he just ask him to be his boyfriend?” Geralt heard Ciri gasp quietly.

“Fucking finally,“ he was sure that Yennefer was rolling his eyes right now, “they were already acting like boyfriends anyway. Well, or more like an old married couple.”

Wait, were they?

Deep down, he knew that Jaskier had feelings for him, too. But still, he couldn’t help but think “What if I’m wrong?”

What if he was opening his heart only to get it broken?

No, no way.

He was being ridiculous.

Jaskier loved him, too. There was no way that would happen.

He knew that he did. Maybe Geralt was just too stubborn to see it at first, maybe it got him decades to accept that someone could truly love him, yeah, but he finally did accept it.

They loved each other.

And it was only Geralt’s fault that he kept pushing Jaskier away from himself for so long.

It was only when he finally was succeeded, he regretted it.

He regretted it deeply.

He was aware of everything after having to spend half of the year Jaskierless - yes, it was a real word to him, more real than any word, even, it meant “suffering” “pain” and “sadness” in his dictionary - he was aware of his love for him.

If anything, it was Jaskier who should have been afraid.

Afraid of getting hurt by him again, afraid of being vulnerable again.

Because he had already laid his heart bare to the Witcher before, yet Geralt had broken his heart so badly.

But Jaskier had given him another chance anyway, and Geralt had promised himself to do his best not to make him regret it.

The white-haired man had said goodbye to The Old Geralt right when he got that chance.

“Goodbye,” he had told him, “no longer hiding behind excuses, no longer always avoiding to express yourself. Maybe it will be difficult to say goodbye to you, I know. And you will appear again in front of people I don’t know, as it should be, but I have to say goodbye to you. ‘Cause if I go on like this, I will only cause harm to my loved ones, thinking that I am protecting them.”

Perhaps it seemed like there was no radical change at all since one couldn’t suddenly say goodbye to the person he had been for years. Old habits die hard, after all.

But changing was the important thing, no matter how slow.

Back in the day, Geralt would pretend he didn’t care or like it whenever Jaskier composed a new song. But the new Geralt would make little comments on his songs instead of acting like he wasn’t even listening.

And even just saying “That’s a nice song,” or “I don’t hate it,” with the tiniest smile was enough to make Jaskier happy. It was enough to make him realize that things weren’t the same anymore.

The new Geralt showed it when he was concerned for the bard, and he paid attention to Jaskier’s feelings, to his warnings, to him.

He tried his best to make it up for his every mistake.

He tried his best to be the friend Jaskier deserved since the very beginning.

It wasn’t just a one-sided deal, though. Because Jaskier had his own regrets as well, and he knew that neither he nor Geralt was flawless.

There were moments Geralt would get mad about something that had happened; moments that required him to be alone for a while.

While old Jaskier would try to lighten the mood with jokes and would force him to say something, new Jaskier wouldn’t do that.

He would just say: “I’m here if you wanna talk,” and when Geralt was back, he would do his best to make him feel better. He would get him in the bath if Geralt wanted him to, washing him with such care. Then he would make him a nice cup of tea before insisting that he needed to take a nap.

Not once would he open his mouth to say anything about whatever had upset Geralt unless the white-haired man said something about it first.

One of these days, Geralt had asked the bard while he was washing the Witcher silently: “Do you remember when I said that I needed no one..?”

With that question, the gentle hands that massaging his scalp had come to a halt.

“You know what they say,” Jaskier had replied bitterly, the tone of hurt in his voice making Geralt ache “one has to forget first to remember.”

“I was wrong,” Geralt had admitted with a mumble after a moment of heavy silence, turning to his right a bit and reaching over to hug the bard’s legs. “I was so wrong.”

“I need you,” he had thought, his hair dampening the other man’s trousers, “I need you in my life, Jaskier. I can’t say it out loud, but please hear my silent words. Find them in my actions, find them in my touch.”

As if reading his mind, Jaskier had moved one hand to Geralt’s bare shoulder and caressed the skin there gently and slowly before saying: “You have me, Geralt. And I’ll be in your life as long as you want me to be. As long as you act like it.”

Things had changed again after that. In a good way.

They had become more touchy with each other. Jaskier was already a touchy person, but Geralt couldn’t say the same for himself.

Normally.

After their little conversation, Geralt was feeling more comfortable with showing his affection with little things, like ruffling Jaskier’s silky hair when he would pout, annoyed at Geralt for something. Or when he would do something impressive.

Little things like calling him “little hummingbird” instead of just “bard” because Jaskier reminded him of one.

Just like a hummingbird, he was unique and beautiful in every aspect, and it was hard to catch up with him since he was constantly in motion. Also, he usually talked non-stop and when he would stop singing or talking, he would start humming this time. And eh, let’s not forget about his colourful outfits that suited him so well.

So, Geralt called him “hummingbird”, and he could swear that Jaskier’s eyes shined with happiness whenever he called him that.

Maybe he could finally call him “my little hummingbird” pretty soon.

“I’ve never felt this healthy before

I’ve never wanted something rational

I am aware now

You’ve already won me over in spite of me

And don’t be alarmed if I fall head over feet

Don’t be surprised if I love you for all that you are

I couldn’t help it

It’s all your fault”

And he was done.

Yet, even after he finished singing, he couldn’t bring himself to open his eyes.

When Jaskier pulled his hands away, he felt his heart clench in his chest. He cursed himself in his head, feeling too anxious to even breathe. Did he fuck everything up? Just like that? Did he just misread everything like a goddamn fool?

What was gonna-

Before he could ask himself any further questions, he felt a feather-light touch on his cheeks.

He opened his eyes only to find Jaskier’s stunning blue eyes shining with tears, looking at him like Geralt had just caught the moon for him.

Geralt waited for him to say something.

Anything.

“Was my singing so terrible it made you cry?” He asked when Jaskier said nothing in a full minute. The bard’s face was so close to his that he could count the drops that were nestled on his long eyelashes.

The white-haired man wiped his tears away with his thumb gently as he leaned in to press their foreheads together. “Or you didn’t like the song? I believe it was much better than The Fishmonger’s Daughter.”

He knew that Jaskier would say something if he made a comment on one of his songs. This was a trick he had learned a long time ago.

“Excuse me,” here it came, “but The Fishmonger’s Daughter is a great song.”

“No, it isn’t. You just sing ‘ba ba,’ and ‘ta-da-da’ for half of the song. Even four years old can do that.”

“And people love it. They love to sing along and it’s catchy, also it has a story in it like every one of my songs,” Jaskier claimed with a weak voice and swallowed as Geralt ran his fingertips lightly along the side of his neck. He sounded like he could break at any moment as he whispered after wrapping one hand around the Witcher’s waist: “Now will you just shut me up with a kiss or should I just keep–”

And who was he to deny Jaskier of something he wanted as well..?

So Geralt shut him up with pressing his lips against his soft lips, kissing him gently but passionately. At first, Jaskier just held him close instead of kissing him back, but then his eyes closed and he returned his kiss with equal fervour.

He could hear the distant cheering of Ciri and Yennefer as they kissed for God knows how long. It was strange how a couple of minutes had felt endless, but also too short at the same time.

“Hey,” Jaskier swallowed again when Geralt pulled back a little and broke the kiss so they could take a breath, “I’ve never heard this song before. Where did you…”

“Because it was written for you, you silly, beautiful dandelion,” answered the Witcher. “By me.”

A beat.

And with that, a loud sob broke free from Jaskier’s throat, tears falling freely over his beautiful face as the sound of footsteps going off into the distance was heard.

“I’m so afraid that this is all happening in my head,” he whispered, burying his head on Geralt’s shoulder, his frame shaking slightly. “I’m fucking terrified that this is nothing but a vivid dream. I’ve waited for so long, Geralt. Countless times I’ve dreamed about hearing you say that you wanted me, too. Not just as a friend, but more. And now, I–” Jaskier took a shaky breath, “Could we just…”

Geralt hugged him, rubbing small soothing circles on his back, not needing Jaskier to complete his sentence.

He knew what he meant anyway.

Because Jaskier wasn’t the only one who felt like this.

There were nights Geralt would still wake up in cold sweat, finding it hard to believe that Jaskier was in the same room with him for real.

More often than not, the bard wouldn’t realize that Geralt had woken up since he was a heavy sleeper who wouldn’t notice if an earthquake happened. So, the white-haired man would just watch him sleep until he could convince himself that he was real.

An impulse to brush his fingers through Jaskier’s silky hair would come up every time without any exceptions.

Sometimes he would almost reach out to him, but then he would instantly retrieve his hand, afraid of waking him up even though he knew that he probably wouldn’t.

But sometimes, he couldn’t resist that impulse and would brush his fingers through Jaskier’s hair oh so carefully. And then stroke against the softness of his cheek before pulling the thick comforter over him, smiling because: “this is real.”

In that rare moments when Jaskier would wake up to see Geralt awake, trying to calm himself, he would ask him what was wrong. And the look Geralt would give him would always be enough for him to understand that what his nightmares were about.

The bard would pull him into his arms then, singing softly, lovingly in his ear.

“Can you just…”

Geralt would start after Jaskier would stop singing eventually, but he could never finish his question.

He could never ask: “Can you just keep holding me for a little while longer?”

But he didn’t need to.

“Sure,” Jaskier would keep holding him as Geralt would close his eyes, listening to the relaxing heartbeats of the bard.

“I’m here, you adorable, big snowman,” he would whisper afterwards. “I’m here.”

So, no.

Geralt definitely didn’t need him to complete his sentence.

“Yeah,” he nodded, pulling him even closer to himself, not even able to tolerate being two-inch apart from him, “we can stay like this, Jaskier.”

“Don’t let go,” Jaskier begged after a while, “Please, don’t let go.”

Just like he did when his screams would break the silence of the night sometimes, alarming all of the Witcher’s senses with concern.

Just like when Geralt would hold him loosely to calm him down, telling him to just follow his breathing and to breathe with him, nice and slow as he would take Jaskier’s hand and place it on his own broad chest.

“Never.” He assured him sweetly, breathing in Jaskier’s heavenly scent and placing a little kiss on his shoulder “Never again, my little hummingbird.”

Seriously…

What took him so long..?

#the witcher #geraskier #jaskier #geralt #the witcher fanfiction #my writing

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OOOOOO i love the different aus!! may i request,, perhaps,, an afterlife au with ojiro? he’s a good, hardworking young man who passed away after an accident at work and was taken to the underworld, but the reader (who’s the god of death) takes a liking to him and wants to marry him? thank you so much and congrats on 200!!

EXTRAORDINARY YOU — O. MASHIRAO

Warning(s): Mentions of death.

Note(s): This is part one! There will be two or three parts to this fic. Why? Just felt like it. Anyways, expect a steady increase of fic posts in this week! I had the energy and the inspiration to write some lol. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.3k

Ojiro was a hardworking man. Though, he was borderline workaholic. Nevertheless, Ojiro was a hardworking man. He never skipped a day nor took an extra day off. He never submitted a project, files, or a proposal past the deadline, if ever he always submitted them 2 or 3 days prior. He never disobeyed orders from his boss nor made them angry. All in all, he was the perfect little employee. Polite, hardworking, diligent, neat, he was the best.

But, despite working hard, Ojiro was alone. No family, no friends, no significant other. His family had their own lives to take care of, he never really stayed in touch with his friends, and why would he look for a significant other when he couldn't even take care of himself?

He never had the time to look for or take care of a special someone. Never had the time to go on dates. Never had the time to live the life he was blessed with. All of his time was dedicated to work.

Work. Work. Work.

He worked hard and that's what had gotten him killed.

On a friday, Ojiro Mashirao was announced dead due to overworking. At first, his coworkers thought he just lost consciousness, but when they couldn't hear the beating of his heart, that's when they knew he was dead. They immediatly called an ambulance but it was too late. He was too far gone. He was too tired to even notice the dull ache and pain all over his body. He was too stressed to take care of himself. Too focused. Too engrossed.

That friday, Ojiro watched it all from the side. The way his body was carried away to a nearby hospital. The way the doctors tried their best but failed anyways. He watched it all. He watched it all in agony.

In that time he realized how precious time was. He realized how much things he could've done, how many things he could've said, how wise he could've spent his time, but it was too late. He was dead. And once death came knocking on your door, there was no turning back.

The flatline kept staring at him as he looked down on his body. Tears slowly streaming down on his face. He was too late.

"Ojiro-san?" A voice snapped him out of his grief. He quickly wiped his tears as he faced the direction of where the voice came from.

There stood a figure, all clad in black. Emotionless and looking tired, more so than him.

'Must be a grim reaper.' He thought.

'"Ojiro-san. It's time to go." The figure offered their hand to him in a graceful way. He reluctantly placed his hand on top of theirs and let the figure lead the way.

Go where exactly? Heaven?

As if reading Ojiro's thoughts, the figure immediately replied, "It's time to go to the Underworld, Ojiro-san."

Eyes flicking through the souls who just entered the Underworld, you let out a bored yawn. Being the Goddess of Death has its perks sure but the work that came with it? You'd rather go to a meeting with your siblings than power through this job. And that's saying a lot about how boring this job is.

"Y/n-sama." An assistant of yours called you out, making you more alert than ever. "You're sleeping on the job again."

"If you were in my shoes, you would do the same. This job is tiring and boring at the same time. Now I know why a lot of Gods and Goddesses avoided this responsibility." You replied as you continued to filter out the 'good' and the 'bad' souls. 'Good' souls, contrary to popular belief, doesn't go to heaven. They get a 'special' spot in the Underworld and has the choice to work for you, to just live in the Underworld, or be reborn — if they haven't used all of their lives yet. The 'bad' ones though, also gets a 'special' spot in the Underworld. It's where they repent for their sins and pay for all the bad choices they have made in life.

"If only you had a King to rule beside you, Y/n-sama. Only then, would your workload and your life would lighten."

"You know how I feel about other Gods." You replied, your face and voice full of disgust. Other Gods — some of them anyways — were disgusting. They often abusing their power to feed their greed, and committing the same sins humans repent for in the Underworld. What a bunch of pigs.

"Oh no, Y/n-sama. I'm not talking about a God. A human." Your assistant corrected. "Well, it's just a silly suggestion anyways. It's almost time for a break, Y/n-sama. Care for tea?"

"Coffee, please." You answered. "Would you mind getting me some biscuits on the way too?"

"I'll get to it right away, Y/n-sama." And with that, you were left alone again.

After a while, your mind drifted back to what your assistant suggested. A human? For a king? How foolish. You certainly couldn't imagine ruling beside one. Most humans were impure, but then again... so were some of the Gods. But still, you had doubts about them.

Besides, you're not really looking for someone right now, other than someone to help you lighten your workload.

That was you thought until a certain someone caught your eye.

The human was very simple. In human terms, 'a basic bitch'. He doesn't stand out at all. There wasn't special about him either. Well other than the fact that he was very very very hardworking.

You smirked as you dialed the phone, perhaps, your assistant's suggestion wasn't foolish at all.

"Hello? Yes, get me the soul that Reaper 110831 brought in. Right away."

Ojiro was taken aback when the reaper that was escorting him suddenly changed paths. The reaper looked shocked, nervous even, so Ojiro didn't ask any questions.

Prior to the change, Ojiro was informed about everything he needed to know while in the Underworld. He was given the opportunity to choose between wanting to work — he was slowly despising the word as time passes by — for the Goddess of Death, to just live in the Underworld as peaceful, law abiding citizen, or to be reborn. Unfortunately for him though, he supposedly used all of his lives before, therefore he can't be reborn anymore.

If he chose to work for you, the Queen of the Underworld, the Goddess of Death, the compensation was generous. A lot more than minimum wage. In fact, it's not even close to minimum wage. You get a lot of benefits from it too, like having the ability to visit Heaven — if permitted of course. If he chose to live as a simple citizen, he would be given what he needs every month like allowance, a new set of clothes and etc. but that was it. No special benefit from it.

Ojiro's inner workaholic's leaning towards the work option.

Shaking his head, he studied his environment. His surroundings look like what a city would look like. Not exactly what he expected from the Underworld. He expected things like maybe, fire everywhere? Eternal suffering? Not this... highly advanced and economically stable place.

It was definitely a surprise to see how nice Underworld is. It wasn't cold, he could see families and people everywhere enjoying their day, it was... comfortingly warm. It was like a home. A home for the dead.

It's a nice surprise, indeed.

They soon approached a large building. It looked like it was a headquarters of something.

"110831, you've arrived early as expected."

On the top floor of the building, your assistant sweatdropped at what you just informed them.

"Y/n-sama, please don't take what I said seriously. It was just—"

"Oh hush. It's been decided. Besides if the human tries anything, I'll purge his soul immediately." Your assistant gulped at the deadly tone of your voice which greatly contrasted your smiling face. Later, you heard the doors open, letting in the human you saw earlier.

"Welcome, Ojiro Mashirao. I'm L/n Y/n, the Goddess of Death. Mind if we have a little chat?"

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #x reader #ojiro x reader #ojiro mashirao #ojiro mashirao x reader #ojiro/reader #ojiro #ojiro mashirao/reader #ojiro x goddess!reader #this fic was exciting to make #PLEASE LOVE TAILMAN HE IS SO UNDERRATED #ojiro = furry maybe ??

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