#ppl call eyes the window to the soul then call ME weird for not wanting to look into them

[ruvatia]

Sorry if this is a bit much with everything going on, but could I request a scenario where the Paladins + Matt & Lotor have a black s/o and they’re scared abt everything that’s happening in their country and are sad that racial injustice is happening? I’ve been rlly worried the past few days, but if this is smth too uncomfy I understand ;w; Thank you 💖💖💖

This got really long, I apologize but I turned it into half-headcanons with just the main paladins-- i apologize for not doing all the characters you’ve mentioned, but I don’t think they would fit all in a single post anyways www

On another note I hope you and every other reader take good care of their mental health; it’s important to be aware of what’s going on but it’s also important to be in the right mindspace to be able to tackle everything that’s being shared. It’s pain that’s been boiling for a very long time and there is absolutely no shame in taking some downtime to recover before heading back into current issues.

SHIRO:

If you were saddened, Shiro would suggest that maybe you switch to something else; if there was something that he knows will distract you and temporarily have you be a little more at ease, he’d do that!

But also maybe add a little twist-- extra soft blankets (fresh out of the oven! Screw the bills you’re worth it), extra cheese on your favorite dish, whatever it is that can make your smile a little wider, bigger or brighter just let him know!

Would give you hugs if you asked, but usually Shiro pets your head and brushes your cheek for comfort

He also does this when he wants to ask something of you, but thats another story

Why the TV was still on was a mystery to you, you’d stopped listening a long time ago. Your partner besides you noticed, and you felt the hand around your shoulder tighten his grip a little, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, maybe we should watch something else?” he asked softly, brushing your cheek with his hand. “I can’t really listen to this anymore.”

“Yeah… Sure.” you replied, though it felt like an automated response more than your actual opinion.

“Okay, I’ll switch to that weird show Pidge recorded the other day, we agreed to watch it, right?” he replied, quickly grabbing the remote to change the program.

The first episode started playing, but the moment that it did, you felt cold as Shiro left your side.

“Where are you going?” you asked, your interlaced fingers the only thing keeping him close.

“Ah, I thought I’d make us something. We both kinda skipped dinner….”

He’d thought about putting something together that you’d like, maybe order dessert to surprise you but seeing the look on your face, leaving your side was the hardest thing to do right now.

So he gave in, and your both fell asleep until the doorbell rang with your delivery.

KEITH:

I have this headcanon that Keith isn’t very good with physical touch but after the end of voltron and after enough time of humanitarian relief, he learns how important it is for someone that’s in a specific state of mind

So the best he has to offer when his words fail is physical touch

Over your time together he’s learned what you need depending on your mood, and it helped him out lots when you were more vocal about it-- if anything he liked it when you asked for things that he could easily deliver, he’d do anything to see you smile

A hand came over your phone screen, Keith’s fingers lacing into yours and making you drop the device onto the crevices of the sofa.

“Why did you--”

“You’ve been staring at that thing for the past hour, biting at your nails.” he said in a worried tone. “That’s enough. We’re going to bed.”

“But it’s just--”

“We’re going to bed.” he repeated in a harsher tone, lifting you off your seat.

Keith sat down onto the bed first, pulling you into him. You both fell onto the bed, Keith quickly pulling the covers over your shoulders before his arms came around you.

“My alarm is my phone.”

“That’s nice, but we both know we have nothing to do tomorrow.” he replied right away, making you chuckle.

“Keith…” you called, your hands sneaking up to his face.

You brushed away some of his hair from his face as he gave you a complicated expression, unable to reflect the small smile you wore. He knew things were shit outside, that being apart from your family and other loved ones was a toll on both you and that lately negative thoughts have plagued you more often than not but Keith, despite his good intention was still somewhat of an awkward man.

“Thank you.”

He kissed you in reply and you both left it at that, glad that he had someone like you to meet him halfway.

LANCE:

Lots of hugs the moment he feels something is off with you

Will be a brat™ for the sole purpose of distracting you, bET

I feel like post-series Lance tries his best to be as observant as Allura and tries to understand others better-- but it didn't take a genius or incredible empath to know why your eyes looked like they were about to overflow at the sight of the news.

I’d like to think that Lance, with a big connected family is one of the paladins that very easily gets what you’re going through, wouldn’t be surprised he’s been called one or two things in his past either

That being said it doesn’t mean that he completely understands your personalized struggles with racial injustices that you encounter everyday; as another minority himself + coming from a culture and upbringing that might be different than yours, its a very different experience.

Memories flooded as the news anchor spoke about “lootings” and as you scrolled down your feed to see feeble attempts at sympathy from local peacekeepers. You sigh and retweet another thread, only to find something equally as shocking right after. You stopped commenting in quote retweets a while ago, you felt like you were constantly repeating that none of this was okay and that a reform was desperately needed. Rather than typing out your thoughts you typed out your name, address and email over and over again, signing one petition after the other.

Hearing sigh after sigh, Lance eventually put an arm around your shoulder. He startled you, but his soft voice made both your shoulders and your guard lower.

“Hey, do you want to make a midnight snack with me? I’m getting kinda hungry.”

“What about that new rule we were talking about? Not eating 4 hours before we went to bed?”

“Every diet has one or two cheat days, don’t they?” he replied, kissing one of your eyelids. “Come on, I’m sure your neck is sore from being like that for so long.”

In the end you both made some soul-food until a food-coma knocked you out until tomorrow. In the morning, you realized that Lance must’ve woken up in the middle of the night because you remember cuddling on the couch, and yet you’re waking up on the bed. Of course, still in his arms.

HUNK:

Having a sensible heart, I feel like both you and hunk would struggle a little about maintaining a healthy distance with current events.

Though overtime he would understand that keeping in touch with everything that’s going on is important, but not at the sake of burning out

His best bet, to him, to pull you out of a such a dark space is with comfort food

“Ok ppl feel like they want to eat a horse but they actually cant when they’re in that mind space Hunk, let’s make something sweet and small; something direct and straight to the point! Let’s add smiley faces on it!”

Your turned down the volume from the news, let your head fall backwards and brought up your forearm over your closed eyes. It felt warm and made it you realize that you had probably been staring very intensely at the screen as a wave of comfort hit your eyes the moment they were drowned in darkness. Letting out a deep breath, you stilled and let yourself bask in your thoughts until a familiar voice brought you back.

“Maybe a little bit more sugar? No, then it would be disbalanced. The base is already so sweet-- Ah, I have to take the cupcakes out or else they might get burned!”

You felt a smile grow on your lips, making you ignore the horrid news being broadcasted to turn to your partner that as usual, seemed to juggle ten thousand things to create a whole meal.

“What’s going on over here?” you asked, leaning over the counter to note that one of your favorite dishes was made and machines that were mostly used for baking had been brought out.

“Oh you know, just a little pick me up for my most favorite person ever.” he shrugged, but a smile soon came to his face. His hands were full but he leaned over, his lips meeting your cheek. “Things outside are a little dark, so I thought we could both use a little something nice.”

He turned on the machine after dropping a drop of dye to make it your favorite color and within a few minutes the icing was finished. Hunk scooped up a small amount on his finger and brought it to his lips and nod.

“Wanna taste?” he asked you, his finger dipping into the icing.

A mischievous grin spread on your features as you took his wrist and let his finger fall on your tongue, the sweetness quickly spreading through your mouth. The yellow paladin shivered as you let his digit hang in your mouth for longer than necessary, letting out a satisfied hum when you returned it to him.

“Tastes perfect.”

PIDGE:

She knew what could be fixed, she knew how to fix it but this meant she was also aware of how long such a transition would take

I think Pidge would be similar to Shiro: whatever she remembers that helps you be at ease, she would defect to that in hopes to maybe distract you for a while.

I don’t think Pidge is a very touchy person either, so if she reaches out to you _physically_ in worry, it’s a very clear sign she’s serious/anxious

I feel like she would reach out in other ways and then if she knew you were in a specific state of mind where touch was not useful, or if she just also wanted to try things out lol

As you watched the twisted information that was being shared on screen, another message caught your attention. Rather than a small red icon in the corner, a small window appeared in the middle of your computer screen.

<I found a way to modify notifications sent to another device.>

The video had stopped, every horrible gif about police brutality was paused and there was nothing else but the small window pidge had thrown onto your screen. You chuckled, and felt a pressure behind your working chair.

Another message popped up.

<You’ve been catching up with twitter for the past two hours. Surely you’re done now?>

A soft laugh came from you, making Pidge release a breath she didn’t know she was holding. You typed out an answer:

<Is it possible to be completely caught up with twitter? I follow like 500 accounts.>

<Okay, but half of them are just cat videos and the other half are just retweets of said videos.>

<Oh here I was thinking that this was an intervention to brighten my mood. We’re dragging each other’s follows now?>

<Oh please like you don’t want to be dragged, with that kind of follow list.>

<I can’t believe you’ve done this.>

You both laughed, before Pidge turned around and tapped your shoulder. She let her hand float in the air, yours coming to join it as a soon as your turned her way.

“Wanna take a nap?” she asked, letting her head fall onto your shoulder. “I had Chip make some hot chocolate, Hunk style.”

You squeezed her hand, putting your computer on sleep mode.

“Yeah, that sounds nice.”

[jkoojeon]

Sun and Moon ch 2

tags: wolf au, angst, smut (future chapters), violence, very fluffy

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 4.1k

a/n: sorry this took so long fkjsdfdsjksjdflkj. but I think I figured out how to tag ppl so if you wanna get tagged, then pls tell me ;) btw, this is not edited, lmaoo

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You sit quietly in the passenger seat, looking out the window as you lightly tap on it with your finger. Taehyung is next to you driving to your mate’s house, where you will be staying for well...a long time. You watch as the trees wisp by as you go a bit deeper in the territory. Jungkook’s house is quite secluded and a bit far from town. 

Wow, you know the territory is large but you didn’t know it’s this large. How relaxing it must be to run between the trees while feeling the wind brushing through your fur? All worries coming out to chase you as you run away from them, temporary not having to deal with them. 

Taehyung glances at you continuously. Weird how he doesn’t know what to say. Usually, when he meets you, you’re the one who sparks up a conversation, always beating him to it. Now you’re staring blankly outside with no intention to talk. He thinks you’re overwhelmed, which he doesn’t blame you, he would be too if he is in your position. Leaving home to join an unfamiliar pack, finding your mate who is a freaking alpha, and becoming luna. All in less than a week. He doesn’t like the awkward atmosphere in the car. So now he’s the first one to spark up a conversation, also trying to lessen your worries.

“You know, Jungkook is not a bad guy everyone says he is.” 

You pause, your finger is pressing against the window. Your eyes fall down at the window sill. 

“No, I don’t know that,” you mutter quietly, but Taehyung caught that. He chuckles. Even if you’re being so quiet, you’re still sassy. 

“They’re just being dramatic. Sure he is stubborn, hard-headed, and sometimes rude, but he’s a good person. He cares about this pack a lot, even if there are many wolves who are annoying. Especially when it comes to mate, he will do anything to keep you happy. If what happened earlier doesn’t show it, then I don’t know what will. God, he looked so fucking happy and sappy that it’s kinda gross.” 

You think back, recalling the event that was taken place about 30 minutes ago. It was like a spark ignited in you. Like he awakened something that was in a deep and long slumber. He made you feel safe. All of your worries and uneasiness was gone, and you didn’t think about anything but Jungkook. However, now you can’t deny the aching presence. You haven’t gotten over your heartbreak. Can you love another? The painful yearning is still there. 

Taehyung glances at you again, seeing you are deep in thought. “Y/N,” he calls, making you turn your head at him. He looks back to the front and continues to drive. “Mates are for life. The soul can’t deny it. Rejecting a mate is nearly impossible because of the strong bond that makes them gravitate to each other. Finding your mate is a fulfillment, having your life completed. No longer you will be alone or afraid because he’s here for you to share and take the burden off your shoulders. He understands you better than you understand yourself. He’s your umbrella when everything comes raining down.” 

Your throat is being blocked by the urge to cry, but you hold it down. “I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t afraid. I had an umbrella,” you mutter, but Taehyung heard that.

“Past tense, Y/N. That umbrella is broken now, it has holes. You need to get a new one, and there’s one perfectly in front of you.” 

“But how can I just move on? I love him and I don’t think I will ever stop,” you choke and look away, not wanting him to see you cry even though he saw it a bunch of times.

“Time will tell. You just have to trust him and learn.” He ends the conversation when he pulls up to a large driveway. You look outside, already amazed by the mansion in front of you. It’s big, outside made out of wood and bricks with large windows, and you can see inside of it. It looks at home. “We’re here.” 

You get out of the car, and so does Taehyung. He goes to the trunk to get your things. You follow him up the steps and when you enter the building, Jungkook’s scent instantly wafts up to your nose. You take a deep breathe, collecting his scent in your lungs before letting it out. The place is saturated with his scent, and it’s making you drunk and woozy. 

 The mansion is so rustic and open. It’s calming, relaxing, and comfortable. You’re amazed at how beautiful and bright it is. You can see yourself enjoying the winter season. Imagining wearing an oversized sweater, drinking hot chocolate, sitting by the fireplace, and watching a movie, all possible with Jungkook beside and holding you. 

Your heart skips a beat and your stomach churns in a pleasant way.

And if you happen to fall asleep on his shoulder, he would turn the movie off then gently carry you to your shared room. He would place you under the covers and slide in with you. He would hold you close so that you won’t shiver from the winter chill, sharing his heat with you. Then he would kiss you on your forehead and say ‘good-night’. 

Suddenly, you lightly smack your cheeks with both of your palms, cupping them and feeling the heat of your skin. What were you just thinking now? Were you just fantasizing about Jungkook? But he’s your mate so it’s completely normal to do so. But you love someone else, so how can you? How can you think about another man so easily? 

You see Taehyung walking upstairs with your bag in his hand. You follow him up, thinking he’s taking you to your room you will be staying at. 

“Jungkook probably wants you to stay in his room. It only makes sense since you both are mates,” Taehyung emphasizes the last word then peers over his shoulder to see your face, looking for a reaction. It’s like you don’t hear him because you’re too busy taking in every detail of your mate’s bedroom. 

The room is at the end of the house. His large bed with black sheets is against the wall in the middle of the room. Across from the bottom of the bed is the large window which the top of it is slanted against the slope of the ceiling. There is a medium-sized t.v. hanging on the wall. One side of the wall has an open fireplace with a single cushion couch and a small round table in front of it. There are three other doors in the room. One leads to his bathroom, the other is his closet, and the last one leads to a balcony. There is a very large painting on the wall, above his bed, directly across from the big window. It’s a painting of a black wolf sitting in a part of the woods with the full moon shining behind it. It so beautiful that you can’t help but to stare at it, mesmerized. You can see when nightfall comes, the moonlight will be shining through the window and on to the painting beautifully. 

“The wolf in that paining is Jungkook, you know?” Taehyung says as he puts your bag down. He chuckles as your mouth opens and he can’t tell if it’s out of shock or from being entranced, maybe both. 

“That’s him?” You are asking mostly for yourself. He’s so beautiful. The soft-looking full fur that resembles night. This form contrasts the color of the moon, bringing out his beauty. And his dark and deep blue eyes that are staring right at you is enough to make your breath hitch. Just imagine seeing his wolf in person. 

“I will let you settle down before I take you back to Joy and Irene.” 

As much you love your best friends and wanted to stay with them before coming here, you change your mind. You didn’t want to leave the comfort of this house. Weird as it sounds, you want to stay here for a bit longer to explore the house and maybe learn about your mate a bit. It almost feels like you belong here. To the point, you can say you’re at home. And, you also don’t want to face them because you are a hundred percent sure you’re going to get an ear from them from the time-stopping event you had with Jungkook. Their teasing is going to be inevitable so you want to avoid it for as long as you can. 

“Can I stay here? I’m tired and I want to rest,” you say and let out a tired sigh. Taehyung smirks. You didn’t have to lie to him to stay here. He knows you’re not tired, because since when do you get tired? You have the most uncontrollable energy he has ever seen and dealt with. He sees the look on your face and it's filled with ease and comfort. You could’ve said you don’t want to go because you are comfortable in Jungkook’s house and don’t want to be away from his scent. But no, you’re pride is too great for you to admit that. He knows you all too well. 

“Okay then,” he whistles, “I’ll tell Jungkook you want to stay at his house for the rest of the day.” You blush out of nowhere. His smirk gets bigger. He has a sudden urge to continue to tease you. “He’ll be exhilarated to that you’re here waiting for him to come home and that you wouldn’t rather be anywhere but here...in his own home. Like a wife waiting for his husband.” Taehyung almost laughs when he sees your entire face beating red. He’s doing this on purpose, and you hate him for it. 

You swiftly turn around, showing him your back, embarrassed. “Go away.” You squeak. Taehyung couldn’t hold his laughter in anymore. God, you want to punch his face. 

“Alright, I’ll leave now. I’ll see you later,” he lets out a chuckle, ending his laugh. But then he pauses, “Are you going to be alright alone?” You nod. He hesitates before leaving. 

When you hear him walk out the front door, you let out a sigh. You put your hand over your thumping heart. You can actually feel it beating against your chest. 

“Oh my lord,” you mutter to yourself. 

The whole house is quiet. Since Jungkook is most likely won’t be home for a long time, you decide to get familiarize with his house. 

You walk out of his room and enter the other rooms. He has many guest rooms. You count four. And there are three guest bathrooms. Each room is different, having a theme of its own. There is nothing fancy in them, they all just have the essentials; bed, dresser, and so on. You’re kind of glad that you’re staying in Jungkook’s room. Not because he’s your mate or whatever. But because it’s not as empty as the other rooms. You can distract yourself in his room. And, you have to admit, it’s kinda comfortable and warm. 

You open the door to another room, which is not a guest bedroom, but an office. You flick the lights on. The smell of wood hits your nose. The large, red mahogany desk is the first thing you see. There’s a computer sitting near the corner and a large desk calendar laying in the middle of the desk. A leather black hair is neatly tucked behind the desk. Large bookshelves cover the wall across from you and adjacent from it. It’s filled with books, photos frames, and some kick-knacks. There is this large fern at the corner of the room. A coffee table with a three-cushion and single cushion couches several feet from the desk. There is a landscape painting of a lake and mountains with a grown white-tailed deer drinking from it hanging next to the door. 

This is very different from the office from the old house you stayed out. It’s like night and day. The other office is modern and sleek, while Jungkook’s is homey and rustic. 

What catches your eye is the camera sitting on top of his desk. Curiously, you make your way to it. You always had a hobby of taking pictures. When you’re bored, you just go outside and take pictures of the sceneries and animals. A lot of times you take pictures of your friends, keeping them as memories. 

You turn on the camera and go to the gallery. You awe at the beautiful photos of nature. There is a photo of a rabbit nibbling on grass. Photos of pretty flowers. Photos of landscapes. There is even a photo of the full moon shining its glory. You continue going through the photos. Soon, you hit the memories. There are photos of people and wolves together laughing and smiling. They must be the pack. There are photos of pups running around. There is even one cutely sitting with its tail up and head tilted to the side. You can’t help but smile how cute the pup is. 

The next photo knocks a breath out of you, literally. You were not expecting it. Your heart races at the man in the photo. It’s a photo of Jungkook sitting in front of the campfire wearing a gray hoodie with black jeans. He’s laughing. His head is slightly tilted down. Small crinkles decorate around his crescent-shaped eyes. Soft pink lips stretched wide, showing his joy and pearly teeth.  His cheeks lifted up in delight, and you can kind of see tiny dimples appearing near his mouth. He looks absolutely lovely, and it makes you unconsciously smile. 

Without looking, you slowly walk out of the room and go back to Jungkook’s room, taking the camera with you and still staring at the photo of Jungkook. You study every detail, burning it to your mind, and still smiling wide throughout. 

When you got to your room you decide to change first. You switch from your jeans and shirt to sweatpants and an old oversized black shirt. You take the camera with you and then slip under the covers. Your body is tired so you want to relax for the rest of the day, doing absolutely nothing but going through the photos. 

You don’t realize it but you’re laying on Jungkook’s side of the bed. The side that he always lay on and keep the other empty, waiting for his mate to lay by him. But Jungkook’s side is warm, and his scent is unconsciously drawing you in. It’s more fluffy and comfy on his side. 

You feel as ease laying on your side with your head on his used up pillow, tucked underneath the blanket with it over half your head, looking at his photos, and being surrounded by his scent. You feel so secure and comfortable that your thoughts are not making themselves known and taunting your mind. It’s like someone is building a barrier behind you, shielding you away from the dark part of your heart. 

Slowly, you start to fall into slumber. 

Jungkook is shaking his leg under the desk impatiently. His hands are clasped together and over his mouth, staring at the man speaking. His face is wiped off of any expression. God, nobody might notice, but he is trying so damn hard to pay attention to the meeting. How can a meeting be so long and boring?

He has never been like this before, unfocused and dazed. His mind wanders off to you, and he lost count on how many times that happened. Ever since he met you, he can’t stop thinking about your face, your voice, and the future you both are going to share. And after what Taehyung told him, that you’re waiting for him at home, he feels like his head is going to explode. 

It’s been hours since he last saw you and he can’t wait just to be with you again. But he doesn’t want to show any emotion in front of his pack since he’s a composed and cool alpha. So he sits there, trying to listen to the meeting. 

Soon, the meeting comes to an end. 

“Any questions?” Jungkook asks, praying that there are no questions. They all look at their alpha. 

Taehyung, in particular, has noticed Jungkook daydreaming throughout the whole meeting. Of course, he knows, he fucking knows everything. He decides to test his theory. He slowly starts to raise his hand and open his mouth, and immediately, Jungkook glares deadly at him, silently daring him to ask a question. Taehyung snorts, holding his laughter and puts his hand down. Jungkook is not going to live this down. 

“Alright, you all can go home. It’s getting pretty late.”  Jungkook says as he tries not to run out of the room. 

Jungkook opens the door to his house. A faint scent lingers in the air, and he instantly knows it’s you. Your scent never left his mind and it only intensifies when he can smell you in his room. 

He puts his keys and wallet on the small table by the door before taking his shoes off. He then rushes upstairs, following your scent to your room. 

There is silence behind the door. Jungkook doesn’t hear anything so he focuses his ears. That’s when he hears your soft and slow breathing, indicating that you’re asleep. Carefully and quietly, he opens the door. His eyes land on the small bump on his bed. 

Your back is faced him. The top of your head can be seen while the blanket covers the rest of your body. You’re curled underneath the warm blanket like a little baby, peacefully sleeping. The blanket rises and falls at each breath you take. 

Jungkook feels his heart swell. He lets out an adoring sigh at the sight of you. He notices that you’re sleeping on his side of the bed and that only makes his heart want to combust. He walks to you. He doesn’t want to bother you but he can’t help the urge to see you. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he cautiously brings the blanket down to your shoulders. His face softens and shoulders relax.

Wow. 

Wow.

His mate. His girl. His whole world. 

The one who he is going to pamper and love. The one who is going to listen to all his troubles. The one who is going to comfort him. The one who is going to shower him with affection. The one who is going to have eyes only for him. The one who he is going to start a family with. The one who he is going to protect. The one who is going to be with him for eternity. 

Jungkook lifts his hand to stroke your cheek with the back of it gently, all while smiling at you.

Something in his peripheral vision catches his eyes. He looks to the side to see his camera slipping out of your fingers. He lets out a chuckle, assuming you were curious and went through his photos. 

Almost always, Jungkook gets possessive of his things and doesn’t like anyone touching anything that’s his, especially if its food. Like that one time when Taehyung came over and raided his fridge or when he accidentally stole one of his shirts when he slept over. Let’s just say, Jungkook was not happy. 

But now, somehow, he doesn’t feel any anger or annoyance. Instead, he likes it. He likes that you were going through his photos. That means that you want to know about him, so you went to look at his memories. You can use all his stuff all you want and he would be happy. Maybe he’s not pissed because he was waiting for someone like you to share his things with. Like he kept all his stuff to himself for you to use with him. 

Jungkook takes his camera then turns it on. The first thing that pops us is a photo of him, Jimin, Taehyung, and Namjoon smiling at the beach. You’ve gotten quite far in his gallery. He exits the gallery to take a photo. 

Putting the camera up to his eye, he points the lens at you. He angles it to capture your beauty. When the shutter goes off, he inspects the photo. 

Just how your breath was taken away at his photo, the same thing goes for him. His mouth parts and eyes gazing in admiration. He can clearly see the moonlight shining through his large window and down to you, creating a soft glow around you. You look like an angel. His angel. 

Suddenly, Jungkook picks up on your racing heart. He puts down the camera then frowns. Your fingers twitch as your lips tugs downwards. A tiny whimper leaves your mouth. Your legs start to kick as if you’re trying to get away from something.  You’re having a nightmare.

This makes him alert. He scoots his body up to the bed then turn you to lay on your back. He notices the small beads of sweat forming on your forehead. He pulls the blanket down more to your waist. One of his hand goes under your head to cradle it, while the other cups your cheek as he leans down to the side of your head. He presses his lips to your earlobe.

Your hands fly and clutch on his sleeves tight. Your legs are still kicking and your whimpers are more audible. You begin to shake your head side to side, and he tries to prevent you from doing so by holding your head in place. God, he can feel the distress from you, just like in his dreams. It’s making him ache all over. His heart throbbing in pain, mirroring yours, and he wants nothing but to make it go away. You start to cry, and he feels your tears slipping between your cheek and palm. Your fingernails are leaving marks on his arms through the fabric.

“Baby, Honey,” he calls softly right into your ear, hoping that his voice will reach to you. “I’m here. I’m right here. It’s okay now. Nothing is going to hurt you. Open your eyes. I’m right here.” And it does reach to you.

Your chest starts to heave up and down slowly, catching your breath. Your body is starting to relax from under him as you can feel his warmth and security radiating to you. Your grip on him loosens and your legs cease its kicks. You stop your tears from flowing as your eyes open, vision a bit blurred.

You look to the side to see his head pressing against yours. You feel his breathing against your skin as he continues to talk to calm you down. His deep and sweet voice filling your mind, distracting you from everything. You run your hand down his arm and to his wrist where it is cupping your cheek with his thumb tenderly stroking it.

Jungkook pulls back after feeling you relax. One look of your glassy eyes and hurt expression, he wants to rip his heart out of his chest and throw it away, not wanting to feel it throbbing anymore.

You look into his eyes, and the emotion swimming in them makes you want to cry again. The lump in your throat growing. Fear, sorrow, tenderness, longing, and pain all are present in him. You never felt to care for in your life. You never felt so guard in your life. Not even when you were with him, the cause of your pain.

In Jungkook’s arm, under him, it's like a wall blocking every little thing from getting to you, so that it’s only you and him. And you want to feel this way forever. You want to be with him, to be protected, and to be loved. You just want it to be only you and Jungkook in the world where nobody, nothings, and no words can come and attack you both. Just him. Just with him.

“Don’t leave,” you whisper, voice croaking out. Jungkook takes his hand from under your head to brush away the stray hairs in front of your face.

He shakes his head, looking straight at you, showing you every emotion he feels for you. “I’m not. I won’t ever leave you,” he whispers back. He then crawls over you to get to the other side of the bed. You watch him as he slips under the blanket then scoot close to you. You don’t think of anything as you also scoot to him and wrap your arms around him. 

You let out a sigh in content, being buried in his chest and in his strong arms, inhaling his scent, comforting you to no end. 

Maybe it’s time. Maybe it’s time to find another umbrella just like what Taehyung told you. And there’s one right here giving you its handle.

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the following information is for the verse YELLOW ROSE. information differs by a little or a lot depending on verse

FULL NAME: Lark Maureen Tempest ∬ Sparrow Grace Weave NICKNAME // ALIAS: HILARIOUS STORY TIME Lark used to introduce herself all the time as “Lark, but you can call me Temmy if you want” and nobody would call her Temmy sdhfdskfslhf  ∬  one of her friends calls her Spar sometimes AGE:  26 ∬ 20 BIRTHDAY:  November 26 (1991) ∬ February 20 (1997) ETHNIC GROUP: European mix (Irish-French, German-Polish-Danish) ∬ European mix ? (Irish-French, British-Indian) NATIONALITY: American LANGUAGE/S: English ∬ English, very limited Spanish SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual ∬ asexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic ∬ demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single CLASS: middle class / lower middle HOMETOWN/AREA: I just stick em places CURRENT HOME: ┐(ツ)┌ PROFESSION: café owner ∬ student

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: white-blonde, practically white ∬ black EYES: copper brown ∬ light blue FACE: heart ∬ peach LIPS: pouty, rather pink ∬ soft, dark cherries COMPLEXION: European, tans easily ∬ fair, smooth BLEMISHES: beauty marks! one at the inner corner of her eye (left), one at the bottom of her mouth (left), two on her cheek (right) ∬ none SCARS: a few here and there TATTOOS: none HEIGHT: 5′2″ ∬ 5′3″ WEIGHT: ~116 lbs ∬ ~106 lbs BUILD: hourglass, strong, compact ∬ pear, slender, toned FEATURES: major resting bitch face, can’t tell if eyes are bored or bedroom, STRONG ARMS ∬ delicate, almost a sense of ethereal beauty? bordering on creepy, hidden strength

ALLERGIES: none USUAL HAIR STYLE: casual ponytail, messy bun, whatever it’s called when you fold your hair up with a big hair clip?? ∬ down, easily hides her face when necessary, ponytail for running USUAL FACE LOOK: resting bitch, politely waiting for...something?, clear gaze ∬ thoughtful, mild to intense interest in whatever she’s looking at  USUAL CLOTHING: comfy, loose  ∬ simple, comfortable, subtly stylish

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: losing Sparrow, losing her father ∬ losing her loved ones, what happened in elementary/middle/high school coming back to haunt her in college ASPIRATION/S: take care of her sister FOREVER ∬ get a degree that will help her help people (nursing? doctor? therapist? environmentalist? ??) POSITIVE TRAITS: honest, easy to talk to, very aware of her emotions, can let go of grudges ∬ good listener, friendly, supportive, forgiving, pacifist, Mom Friend NEGATIVE TRAITS: immediately dislikes you if you look at Sparrow funny, doesn’t always lose her temper but when she DOES, doesn’t know how to pull her punches, god her plastic smiles are the most annoying thing in the world, possibly too honest  ∬ doesn’t think of her own well-being in the least, can’t stand up for herself, highly manipulable, apologizes for everything, gives way too many chances (as in she never stops giving u another chance) ZODIAC: Sagittarius ∬ Pisces (Aquarius-Pisces cusp) TEMPERAMENT: sanguine  ∬ phlegmatic SOUL TYPE/S: warrior ∬ ghdvkhldlf couldn’t take the quiz again but I’d guess server (maybe she coulda been an artist if I hadn’t fucked w things ( ᐛ ) ) VICE HABIT/S: using force when frustrated, cheat day every day?  ∬ apathy towards herself, unnecessary guilt, keeping secrets VIRTUES/VICES: kindness & wrath ∬ patience (and also liKE ALL OF THEM AAAA) & ........maybe like sloth...about herself.....emotionally....... FAITH: Lark has faith in herself hghdksvh ∬ Sparrow has faith in the good of others GHOSTS?: maybe a little but probably not ∬ who knows, why not? AFTERLIFE?: nope ∬ maybe, who knows REINCARNATION?: god she wants to be Sparrow’s sister foREVER ∬ maybe, who knows? ALIENS?: why not ∬ w h o  kn o w s ? POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: democratic-leaning ∬ democratic-leaning or third party EDUCATION LEVEL: college graduate (4 years) ∬ currently in college

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lionel Tempest ∬ Chandler Weave MOTHER: Phoenix Burke SIBLINGS: Sparrow ∬ Lark  EXTENDED FAMILY: uugh I don’t wanna write all this out but Phoenix has a p big family and Lionel has a huge family and Chandler also has a pretty extensive family that he’s largely estranged from NAME MEANING/S: Lark as in the bird ∬ Sparrow as in the bird HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: BIRDS

FAVORITES.

BOOK: the poetry book Sparrow got her ∬ just one favorite?? MOVIE: Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone (lotta fond nostalgia) ∬ prolly watches a lot of foreign films? not really a fan of violence 5 SONGS: JUST 5 ??? HOLIDAY: 4th of July bc FIREWORKS  ∬ Christmas bc she can give gifts to ppl MONTH: July ∬ late September/early October SEASON: SUMMER ∬ fall and winter and actually spring and heck why not summer too PLACE: wherever her sister is ∬ home, her uncle’s library (visited once when she was very young, still dreams about it) WEATHER: SUMMER NIGHT ∬ mild autumn day, early winter morning SOUND: the crackle of fireworks and fizz of sparklers; ice cracking; distant traffic; Sparrow singing when no one can hear her; the thump of sand-filled canvas; bird wings ∬ snow falling; Lark idly playing the piano; footsteps on carpet; 3am thunder over the mountains; wind chimes and bells and glass tinkling and music boxes SCENT/S: summer air, heavy and humid; smoke (fireworks, campfire); hot spring waters; lilacs ∬ books and paper and binding glue; evergreen trees and juniper berries; the first breath of a cold day; healthy earth and roots and sun-warmed leaves; graphite and fresh ink TASTE/S: orange soda, carbonates; smooth coffee; light, crunchy snacks ∬ fresh fruits and vegetables; colloidal silver; water after a long run; raspberry chocolate FEEL/S: warmth, solid or soft or just the air pressing around; post-workout, heavy muscles but light on the inside, sweet oxygen and satisfaction; cool piano keys and worn foot pedals ∬ sunlight on window seats; scritta paper; winter’s chill; downy blankets and a warm mug; runner’s high ANIMAL/S: KOALAS ∬ so many?? NUMBER: uh ∬ prolly like 3 or smth COLORS: yellow ∬ soft blue and peach

EXTRA.

TALENTS: piano, kick boxing, Worst puns, keeping a straight face ∬ violin, bullet journaling, painting/ink drawing, cooking, running, creative and harmless pranks BAD AT: being patient, cooking, not starting fights with people who are mean to her sister ∬ speaking up for herself, cutting toxic people out of her life, arguing, jokes and sarcasm TURN-ONS: strong people, cute girls, people with secrets, soulful singers ∬ she’s so confused TURN OFFS: too many secrets, dismissive of Sparrow, BAD teeth, narcissism ∬ are u making her uncomfortable?  HOBBIES: kick boxing, piano, talking about her sister ∬ reading, journaling, painting/drawing, running, violin TROPES:  Action Girl, Plucky Girl, Beauty Mark(s), Cool Big Sis, Daddy’s Girl, DEADPAN SNARKER ∬ Sibling Yin-Yang ∬ Actual Pacifist, Shrinking Violet, The Heart, Friendless Background, Feminine Women Can Cook, Nature Lover AESTHETIC TAGS: coffee n shit, fireworks, summery things, bikes maybe?, that’s yellow, this looks like Sparrow ∬ books, journals, art stuff, blue, snow maybe, skies I guess, pretty things GPOY QUOTES: “When the guys call you bro” ∬ “When you think something’s nice but nobody else does” 

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ALT FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ ┐(ツ)┌ OLDER FC/S:  ┐(ツ)┌ YOUNGER FC/S: ┐(ツ)┌ VOICE CLAIM/S: me, actually, when I channel Lark (?? it’s weird) ∬ Liv Tyler GENDERBENT  FC/S: u think i got time for that

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?          

A1: hfskdghsdf I’d prolly end up calling it smth rly edgy and dumb like “Forbidden” or “The Blue Rose Girl” which doesn’t even sound edgy it just sounds dumb. black and white might be cool, or sort of a faded color? maybe it would go from black and white to color. it would be about the blue rose verse and the consequences they face bc of Lark’s actions and maybe Sparrow was better off staying dead? the folly of the heart type thing I’m tired can u tell

Q2: what would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2: pls don’t do this to me rn I’M WORKING ON IT

Q3: why did you start writing this character?        

A3: it all started w Sparrow. actually it all started with BJDs. I did a faceup and was like “cool who’s this” and thought Sparrow Weave was a cool name and literally started rping her with just a name and a face long story between that n this, but I decided Sparrow needed a sister bc of long story, and a lark was a bird and tempest was sort of the opposite of weave? why did they have to be opposite? Lark totally changed as a character tho originally she was super happy-go-lucky and bouncy and cheerful all the time but then I started to rp her and she was like “MOVE bitch get out the way”

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?          

A4: ?? her name was Sparrow and she looked nice with dead flowers and I threw her into the fray. she grew to be beautiful and extremely damaged. Lark tho, I really liked how she kicked my ass and did her own thing

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.          

A5: just cause I know all their flaws doesn’t mean I dont love them for it

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?          

A6: Sparrow and I are super squishy and people-pleasers and like books and art, and Lark and I get waaaaay over protective of people and have similar taste in puns, although I’m never confident enough to say any of mine

Q7: how does your muse feel about you?          

A7: Sparrow would like me, I’d remind Lark of Sparrow until she found out I’m the cause of her suffering?? then I would cease to exist down to the last atom

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?        

A8: this is going to sound horrible but I have this weird fascination with Sparrow in unhealthy relationships. she’s extremely manipulable but she’s also aware of that? so she might be onto you the whole time but why is she going along with it why does she have so much faith in you what are you going to do. LARK AND HER ENEMIES HALSKFHDKFSH

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?        

A9: Lark writes herself, Sparrow’s more shy but I know her. if I see or think of anything that reminds me of her I remember everything she’s ever done and I fall in love again. I never lose muse just the ability/focus to make the words go

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?          

A10: fuck ass long I stayed up way too lat workin on it, went back and edited/added more information to parts so it made more sense today, STILL WORKING ON THEIR PLAYLISTS but yeah this was fun!