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Atomic Baby
You, a wastelander are captured by an unfortunate group of men, your knight in dusty leather does more for you than you originally thought he would.
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Cooper Howard/ The Ghoul x f!reader
6.2k words
cw & tags: general smut, piv, fingering (f receiving), oral sex (f receiving), cannon typical violence, unwanted (implied) sexual advances(not by cooper), brief alcohol use, use of pet names, heavy flirting, cannon typical drug use
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authors note: this is my first fallout fic! im hoping to write more! (check out my pinned post for more info) and my first nsfw one so i hope you enjoy. Tbh there are some moments where he is slightly ooc, just kinder than in cannon but whatever. There is a large possibility that this could become a multi-chapter at some point but it can 100% be read free standing. please reblog if you wish but do not repost or translate anywhere without my permission. anyway thank you! and let me know if you notice any mistakes or something i missed in the tags!
Waking up to three weaselly looking men looming over you with a rather sharp looking hatchet, not the best thing ever. Your little camp seeming to be ransacked already, you glare up. The one who seems to be the leader of their little group ties a rough length of rope to your wrists as the other two rifle through your bag. Hauling you up they force you to start waking.
The scorching hot sun beams down on your shoulders as you walk.The irradiated heat of the wasteland is never forgiving, especially not recently; even at night it’s been like sleeping in an oven.
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Walking, endless walking. It has already been about an hour or so since your capture. The winds picking up, trapping your lungs with dusty red soil. Phlegmy coughs and chortles follow behind you. At least they aren't at your side anymore, for the first half hour or so they would take turns shoulder checking you… or spitting at you… or tripping you… really anything those dirty bastards could think of. At this point their boredom with you is really coming to your advantage.
The greasy men are probably hoping to sell you or your organs for a few caps. Either one, not fantastic. Soil kicks up around you, forceful wind driving you to trudge forward with more effort. Glancing down at your wrists you start to feel some relief, the knot binding your wrists getting looser by the second. The dumb bastards clearly were no eagle scouts, their poor attempt at a knot slowly unfurling as you walk.
Looking forward again you have some hope. A dinghy looking town ahead of you. Walking closer and closer you see something in the town? Someone? Oh thank the lord someone. Maybe there is hope for you after all, I mean just weighing the odds, what are the chances that this random person is also chomping at the bit for some extra caps? Thinking about it now, they probably are. Well, a small chance is better than no chance.
Unraveling the last of the rope you propel yourself forward, running desperately. Your life -quite literally- depends on it. Your captors quickly realize and start chasing after you, you race forward, sights pinned on the figure in front of you.
Stopping yourself just quickly enough, you slam into the figure, making them stumble back slightly. “Now what in the-” the accented baritone voice of the person says. Grasping onto the lapels of his jacket you stare up desperately begging,
“Please help me sir, these guys captured me. I think they're going to sell me or something!”
The man looks up for a moment, staring at the men just a few seconds away before looking back down at you, “What's in it for me doll?” he says, smirking down.
“Just please!” a short chuckle erupts from his chest, placing a hand on your waist he pushes you behind him.
“I gotcha, just stay behind me.” Your captors slow to a stop, attempting to catch their breath; one of the goons is the first to attempt speech through all the heavy breathing.
“Give her back, we found ‘er first.” He says in a whiny tone, clearly not the brightest bulb.
“Now why would I want to do that?”
“Well… uh” he struggles to find the words, dumbly looking to his superior.
“Well what? Cat got yer’ tongue?”
The ring leader is the next to speak, lips parting in a sneer, revealing a mouth full of rotten teeth. “Finders keepers ghoul. It's rare you see a pretty little thing like her these days… thought we'd sell ‘er. Caps are hard to come by. You understand.”
“Well, I can't deny she is quite the looker,” the ghoul says, looking to his side over at you, eyes grazing over your face before looking up, staring holes through the head of the man in front. “But in terms of the ‘finders keepers’ I'm going to have to dispute that fellas’. You see… i'm not really in the business of sharin’ and she seems to have found me,'' he laughs, hand going to his holster, “so i'm keepin’.”
Between the effort of running and the ghoul's comment your face is quite warm. The tension between him and the men rises every millisecond. Praying that the ghoul is a reliable shot seems to be your only hope as the group gets more irritated by the second. The leader goes to speak again, clearly not taking the hand-on-the-holster hint from the ghoul.
“I don't think so-” he says, drawing his pistol. The ghoul, already prepared, fires off a shot, beating him to his own, a bullet landing in the man’s shoulder. The leader stumbles, being taken to one knee. The goons caught by surprise go to draw their own guns, before another warning shot fires off, grazing the cheek of one.
Taking the hint, they drop their guns, hands held shakily as they lower to themselves to kneel on the ground. Clearly not wanting to take any chances. The ghoul walks over to the leader, the barrel of his gun pressed into the man's chin, forcing him to look up. The ghoul grins sarcastically.
“Well I know so. Now, why don't you pick your dusty ass up and get you, and your little…” He looks back at the two other men, “fanclub, outta’ here while I take care of that fine piece of ass you so helpfully lead into my arms.” He holsters his gun again, reaching into his pocket for a moment, “Some caps for your troubles.” he says, dropping a few caps on the ground before turning around and walking back to you.
“I- thank you.” you say dumbly, looking up at the ghoul.
“Don't thank me sweetheart,” he says, scanning your body for injuries. His eyes lock on a laceration on your arm before looking back at you. “Let's get you stitched up now,” he says with a tone you can't quite place. You lift your arm to look at the wound for a moment, must've gotten it at some point during the walk.
Looking back up, the ghoul has already walked past you, most likely expecting you to follow as he heads towards a building a few meters away. Quickly you move to follow him, eager to get away from your former captors.
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You watch awkwardly as he rummages for a needle and thread, finally finding some, he threads the needle, Sitting down on the only chair available. He looks up expectantly with a barely-there smirk.
“Well, come take your seat doll,” he says, patting his thigh. “That there won't stitch itself,” he says nodding to your arm. A heat once again rises to your face as you shuffle over, sitting down on his knee, the wound facing him as your legs are thrown across his lap. You attempt to focus on the wall ahead of you, ignoring the fact that this is the only welcome touch you've had in a while.
Soon you have something else to focus on as the most definitely not sterile needle pierces your skin. You look over your shoulder at the man, his hat tipped back lazily as he pinches the needle through his thumb and forefinger. A whip stitch quickly binding the laceration. He ties a knot before snapping the extra thread off with a nip of his teeth.
He grasps you at the waist and under your knees, standing, while setting your feet on the ground. “I believe that's all. ‘Should be able to gather enough things here to get you on your way,” he says, walking to the door.
“Wait! Could I come with you? I don't have much, but I could help you in some way... Carry supplies, cook, something,” you say, not ready to be alone quite yet. He gives an almost genuine smile, facing you again.
“Well I don't find myself in need of a pack mule. I'll be on my way ma'am.” he replies, tipping his hat before walking out, seeming to already have his next location in mind. He walks confidently, out of the town into the infinite desert ahead.
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After gathering a decent amount of supplies in the surrounding buildings you stand in the middle of town absolutely stumped. There is nothing for you in this abandoned town you find yourself in and it's not like you've had the best track record with setting up your own camp recently.
Wandering around a little more you find yourself where you met your knight in dusty leather. The other men now long gone, you stoop down and collect the things they left. Lucky for you they pretty much dropped everything they had, undoubtedly wanting to get away from the ghoul as quickly as possible.
Picking through their supplies you find that they left their guns and a decent amount of ammo, as you attach the holster to your belt you notice some strange little bottles; about four of them. Tiny cylindrical vials filled with a clear yellow-green liquid. Well, chems are chems you think to yourself, stuffing them inside a first aid kit you found inside one of the buildings.
After nosing around the supplies a bit more you decide you don't want anything else. What to do now…
Well, making your own camp is out of the question for now. You could follow the ghoul, he seems to be a decent survivalist, and the safest person you've interacted with in months. You could stay just behind him, he won't even notice. Just until he passes a more substantial settlement. Or you decide on somewhere else to go.
Deciding on that as a decent course of action, you follow the path marked by his footsteps. The sun is starting to get lower in the sky at this point, it's important to start moving before dusk falls.
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You have been following the ghoul's path for about two days now, trailing behind him. Being just close enough to where you can see when he settles down for the night, taking it as a sign to wind down as well.
As day two starts to end you see him in the distance, he starts to set up his camp for the night so you do too. Two days completely filled with travel can really take a lot out of a person, you soon welcome the sleep that takes you.
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“Well, hello there little lady.” you hear a familiar voice say, spooking you awake. Your eyes open to be greeted by the face of your savior from a few days ago. He's standing over you, eyes boring into yours. “Now what do you think you're doin’. Following me around these past few days, thinkin’ I wouldn't notice.”
“I- I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, I just didn't know where to go… and I figured following behind you would be a safe bet. Just until we passed another settlement! That's all I swear!” You rush to speak, trying to rationalize your thinking to him.
“Is that so? Well I hate to break it to ya’ darlin’ but the next town is about a 3 day walk away,” he informs, standing back to his full height before stepping away. You groan, rubbing your face forcefully in frustration. What the hell are you supposed to do now? Sitting up, you lazily start to collect your things.
Taking your sweet time, you scoot towards where you had placed your pack for the night. Leisurely taking a sip of water and a bite of some jerky you snagged in town. Now you really had to think about what you were going to do. You doubt he would let you continue following him, and clearly he had some 6th sense for this type of thing so secretly doing it isn't in the cards.
“Get yer’ ass up! We're burnin’ daylight out here.” the ghoul yells. Confused, you whip your head around to look at him. He walks towards you.
“What?” you say stupidly.
“We need to get a move on,” he states, squatting down to meet your eye level. “If we move at your glacial pace we'll never get there.” he remarks sarcastically. Standing once again he goes to collect the last of his things, yelling to you again, “Now! and I ain't carryin’ any of your shit so don't even think about bitchin’ about it.”
With a huff, you stand dusting yourself off before grabbing your pack and trailing behind the ghoul.
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The first day of travel was mostly uneventful, walking, walking, and even more… walking. Though you quickly learn that he doesn't talk much. And he walks quite fast. While you were certainly an effective and efficient walker, you were still left in the dust.
One of his large strides was equivalent to about one and a half of yours. Walking behind someone for miles is not exactly the most engaging activity, but it gave you plenty of time to think. And oh boy did your mind have some things to say.
As you walk your mind starts to wander. ‘my view of him from behind wasn't all that bad,’ you think to yourself. ‘He walks with a confidence that would make anyone quake in their boots, including me. Just possibly in a different way.’
By the end of the day you were spent. Sitting down by the fire, the sun finally setting, eating whatever scraps had been left over in your bag. Not exactly the most exciting dinner in the world, but in this day and age boring and uneventful is a blessing.
It's l quite awkward, sitting across from him. He has such an intense gaze. The exquisite hazel of his eyes is something so uncommon, especially for a ghoul. He seems to be doing well for himself, as close as one can be in the wasteland that is. But with that it makes the feeling ever stronger.
The way he bores his eyes into you makes you feel like he can hear everything you have been thinking all day.
Looking at you like you're something to eat.
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The second day seems to be turning into much of the same. Infinitely more walking ahead of you. Though there is something different in the air today, something new that you can't quite place.
As you look past him you hope you can see anything different, anything new. At this point you would celebrate for a tumbleweed. Though there is still much to think about.
You come to realize how little you truly know about your traveling partner. I mean, you met him not even a week ago and now you've committed to a good bit more time with him and you don't even know his name. He hasn't spoken much to you since your journey started, or really at all that you can remember.
What a shame. His voice is something that continues to echo through you. His deep baritone with that saccharine accent. While he doesn't talk much, it really is a treat when he does. When it comes to the short conversations he has with you, you can't help but get giddy at the pet names he calls you.
Now that you think about it, he doesn't know your name either. Quickening your steps you catch up to walk next to him. Looking up you see him eye you suspiciously. Suddenly feeling a bit insecure you look back down. Who are you to think that he would want to speak with you? Well, what the hell, why not?
“Hey!” you say, attempting to sound casual, failing horribly. Sparing you some embarrassment, he doesn't seem to react at all, eyes directed forward. “I was just wondering, it's probably stupid, you don't have to answer obviously. But uh, you know what? Never mind. Sorry.”
Wow, really smooth. Admitting defeat you slow your pace back to your normal one, starting to fall behind him once again; that is, until a leather-clad hand finds itself on your hip. Rushing you to once again, meet his steps.
“Just spit it out babydoll, if we're gonna’ be stuck together, I suppose you can get a question or two,” he conceded. His hand pulls back to his side, a bit leisurely crossing the small of your back. Not that you were going to complain, a welcome shiver running through you.
“Well, I was going to ask your name.” That seems to have gotten his attention, his head turning so he can fully look at you now. His eyes roving over your face as if looking for a lie.
“My name? That's what you want to know?”
“I mean… yeah? I just thought if we were traveling together I should know what to call you,” you explain, once again feeling insecure. He turns his head forward once again, an unreadable expression taking over his face.
“Is that so?” Understanding this to be rhetorical, you stay silent, deciding instead to focus on walking.
Quite soon though, you find yourself stopping. While the sun is getting lower in the sky, normally you would have another hour or so until you would start to settle down. Confused, you turn to ask; He beats you to it.
“There's some decent huntin’ and some clean water 'round here. Stay and set up house.” Wordlessly you nod, placing your bag on the ground. You walk a few meters away, collecting some sticks for a fire as you hear his heavy footfalls go in the opposite direction.
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Just as the sun starts to set, and you finally get a decent fire going you see your partner walking towards you. Some sort of meat that he already seems to have butchered in his hand.
“Darlin’ would you cook this up,” He says, not really waiting for an answer, handing you the game. “I have got to get off my feet.” He goes and settles down, resting his back against a large rock in the general vicinity of the fire. Rummaging through his bag he grabs out a small vial, identical to the ones you snagged days previously. He attaches it to what looks to be a repurposed Jet inhaler, taking a hit.
“Well? What are you waiting for? Quit your starin’,” he hollers. Taking the hint, you avert your gaze and spear the meat onto an extra stick.
The meat roasts somewhat unevenly but who can complain at this point? While doing the mindless task you can't help but look up at him. Still leaning up against the rock his head is back now, dusty cowboy hat tipped over his eyes. He really is quite handsome. Ghoul's don't exactly get the best rap when it comes to anything, especially looks. You decide that people would change their minds if they met him.
Looking down again towards your work you decide it looks done enough. Separating just over half of it you place it onto a handkerchief, walking it over to him, placing it on his lap. He goes to move his hat back, giving you a nod before you go back to your spot across from him, the heat of his gaze following you.
Sitting down you prepare for another silent dinner. Digging into your food, you hear him clear his throat, causing you to look up. “Cooper,” he says, “Cooper Howard.” You smile, a real genuine smile, giving him your name as well. A small grin finds its way to his face. So subtle you almost missed it. There was truly something in the air today.
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Waking up the following day you feel like shit. Clean water has been pretty sparse causing your head to pound like a drum. Sure there was some clean water near here but even the idea of standing up sounded unappealing. Deciding it’s best to get it over with sooner rather than later you sit up.
You start to dig through your pack trying to find your canteen with no success. Confused, you look around, still no canteen. “Cooper?” you yell, not seeing him in the immediate vicinity either.
“What is it, doll?” He yells back, coming into your field of view, strutting as always.
“Oh thank the gods. For a second I thought you left me behind,” you sigh with relief.
“Now why would I do that?” A sarcastic tone infesting his speech. Rolling your eyes, you speak again.
“Have you seen my canteen anywhere? I can't find it. Thought I'd refill it with the clean water you were talking about last night,” you add, standing up and dusting yourself off. Cooper responds by reaching into the pocket inside his jacket, pulling out your canteen and shaking it. The sound of fresh water splashing inside.
Unscrewing the cap he walks up to you, so close you two are almost chest to chest. “Drink up,” he says, lifting it, waiting, like he expected something. And who are you to deny his expectations? Lifting your gaze from the container to the depths of his eyes you open your mouth obediently. He rewards you with a slight smirk, tipping the opening towards your lips.
Despite the increasing tension between you, you are genuinely thirsty. You gulp down the water desperately between heaving breaths. Seeing that you had gotten enough, he screws the cap back on, wiping away a leftover drop on your lip with his thumb.
“Well ain't you just a prize,” he remarks, so quietly you think he didn't mean for you to hear it. With an almost imperceptible smile on his face he steps away, “ You better start gettin’ a move on little lady. If we walk fast enough we can get to town by supper.” You watch for a second as he grabs his bag, throwing it over his shoulder.
Shaking the leftover tension you do the same, the idea of sleeping in a real bed tonight pushing you forward.
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Unfortunately, the heat truly has been overwhelming today. Notably, Cooper has slowed down just enough to match your pace today. Maybe you're truly starting to crack that hard outer shell he keeps himself in.
After about an hour of you fanning yourself, tying your hair up, then taking it down and putting it up in a different way you give up. Deciding that you would rather just be scorched than fiddle with your clothes or hair every fifteen seconds.
Soon after you come to this decision, Cooper silently lifts his hat off of himself, placing it on your head. The slight shade of the brim gives you some relief from the unending heat. Gratefully, you look up at him, he doesn't seem to think his action is anything of interest. His eyes still facing forward, face still pulled into a permanent scowl.
You look back down, “Thank you,” you say absentmindedly.
“Don't mention it,” he replies, his tone flat. A comfortable silence falls over the two of you for the rest of your travels. Every once and a while you would sneak an admiring glance or two. A few times you could swear you felt his gaze on you, but of course you have no proof of that.
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After several hours of travel you and Cooper find yourself in a rather nice little town. Nice for a town in the wasteland, that is, not that you can complain. Looking around you see several amenities, a decent looking saloon, a trading post, and a shabby motel being the ones that catch your eye.
You suspect that Cooper is more relieved than he is letting on, taking a deep breath, he allows himself a moment to take it in. “Come on now, let's get a room,” he says, stealing his hat off of you, placing it on his head once again. Both of you eager, you head to the desk of the motel.
Not caring to speak to anyone, as you two walk in Cooper silently drops a handful of caps onto the desk, grabbing a random key (and its spare) from the wall with the other hand as he does. You give a respectful nod to the person behind the desk before swiftly following him.
After passing a few rooms, your traveling partner looks down, matching the number on the key to the one on the door. Unlocking it, you are greeted by a could-be-better room. But who has time to complain? It's a place to rest your head and keep out of the elements.
“While all this is nice and all, I need a drink,” Cooper declares, setting down his bag and grabbing some caps out of one of the pouches.
“Ok, I think I'm going to get myself cleaned up here first, I'll meet you in a few.” making a sound of acknowledgement, Cooper leaves, tossing you the extra key, the sound of the lock clicking into place as the door closes.
Sure there wasn't anything fancy like running water here but they were kind enough to have a bottle of talc and a rag in the bathroom. Gratefully, you clean yourself up as much as you can before heading to the saloon.
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Walking in, you scan the room. It's packed with all kinds of people, all jabbering on with their own group, all sipping their alcohol of dubious origin, not that you can complain, you're about to do the same thing. Looking around again, closer this time. Looking for a specific ghoul. There he is.
He sat himself at a small booth, a round table in front of him. An empty glass -presumably his own- set atop. His legs are spread lazily, the brim of his hat creating a shadow over his eyes. It truly is despicable how beautiful he is.
Snapping yourself out of what is probably a desperate looking stare, you head over to the bar. You dig out enough caps from your pockets for two of whatever cheap whiskey you could get your hands on. “Two of whatever's cheapest,” you say leaning over the bartop, dropping enough caps for both, plus tip, on the counter. Nodding, the barkeep collects two glasses, pouring with a rather heavy hand, before handing them to you and snatching the caps.
You look over to where Cooper is once more; he's looking at you now, an intense indescribable air around him. You fight to not smirk at the fact that you caught him staring, you grab the drinks and head over to his table, challenging him with your continued eye contact. “Now where have you been all my life?” you hear an unfamiliar whiny voice say. Instantly your mood is ruined, with a scowl you turn towards the voice. It belongs to a plain looking man, a much too confident smirk on his face.
“As far away from you as I could manage,” you quip, rolling your eyes and making your way to your table. Hearing him get up from his chair, following in your direction you turn to face him again. “I'm here with someone don't even try,” you warn, though of course he doesn't take the message.
“Well I don't see him ‘round here,”
“You sure you don't?” You hear that familiar accented voice say behind you while wrapping his arm around your waist. Cooper stares down the man in front of you.
“A ghoul?” the man says, looking up towards him briefly before continuing his eye contact with you. “I can fuck you better than a goddamn ghoul I'll promise you that. You make that switch I'll show you a good time,” the man claims, stalking towards you with a dangerous leer on his face.
“Oh, I guarantee you can't,” Cooper gloats, flashing the gun at his side. Without a second thought he grasps your jaw firmly, turning your head to face him and he locks his lips with yours. Taken aback, it takes you a moment to kiss him back, but he quickly deepens the kiss. He runs his tongue on the seam of your lips. You quickly obey, opening your mouth to the welcome intrusion. With how intense the kiss became you couldn't help but let out a whimper, which he rewards with a firm squeeze of your waist.
You separate after what seems like an eternity, Cooper looking at the man in front of you. “Betcha’ believe it now don't ya'?” he smirks, leading you back to the booth. He grabs both of your drinks, setting them down on the table before sitting down. Feeling some confidence after what just transpired, you sit down on his lap, one of his legs settled between yours. Teasing a bit, you shift your hips against his a few times as if settling in.
“You keep doin’ that you're gonna get yourself in trouble,” he warns, grabbing and handing you your drink before shooting back his own. With a smile you lean back, resting against him.
“I'm ok with trouble,” you tease, taking a sip of your drink. Making a sound of contentment, Cooper runs his hand up your thigh, squeezing as his hand trails close to where you truly need him. You let out an unintentional whine at this, attempting to cover it up with a hefty gulp of your drink.
“Are you know? Well trouble is what I got darlin’,” he claims, bouncing his leg that you are perched on. His thigh rubbing deliciously on you. “Just say the word.” Finding all the sensations to be far too much you give in to his teasing. Rocking your hips back on him again you bring your lips to his neck, kissing up slowly, ending on his jaw.
“Please.”
Releasing a satisfied groan he gives you a relatively chaste kiss compared to earlier, he adjusts you and sets your feet on the ground, pulling you and him up to stand. “Lead the way pretty girl,” he purrs, delivering a swift smack to your ass as you scramble to get to your room.
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As soon as the door is closed and locked behind you two, you are forced against a wall. Clearly attempting to keep some sort of control over himself Cooper takes a deep breath. “Darlin’ I'm serious, you ain't gettin’ rid of me after this. You sure you want this? just say so and I’ll leave.” The pathetically desperate look in his eyes makes you even more eager to give him your answer
“Please Coop, I need you.”
Not needing any further confirmation, he once again locks his lips with yours. Opening your mouth right away, the kiss deepens quickly, both of you desperate to get a taste of each other. Cooper rips off his leather gloves, needing to feel you on him directly. That still not being enough, he paws at your top roughly, pushing it up. Parting for a moment he pulls it over your head, unclasping and removing your bra just after.
“Well ain't you the prettiest little thing,” he breathes, running his hands up your body to cup your tits. Stooping down, he sucks a dark bruise into the side of one, looking satisfied with himself as he does so.
“Coop,” you whine, starving for more. He falls completely to his knees now, delicately taking off your boots, eye contact steady.
He next moves to unbutton your jeans. He moves frustratingly slow, clearly enjoying your huffs of annoyance. Pulling off your pants and underwear in one, he grabs your hips harshly, pushing them into the wall. Without delay, he places your thighs over his shoulders, diving into your core like it's his last meal. He runs his tongue from your entrance to your clit, sucking it into his mouth harshly before releasing. Desperate for more, he plunges his tongue inside you once again.
The sudden intrusion forces a deep groan out of you. In need of a perch, you wrap your hand harshly around the back of his neck, knocking his hat off in the process. “You are just about the sweetest thing I've ever tasted,” he coos, placing a messy kiss on your inner thigh.
“Cooper, please. I need you,” you beg, desiring everything he can give you.
“Well I can't say no to that, can I?” he jokes, wrapping your legs around him as he stands. Holding you by your waist he makes his way to the bed. He swiftly tosses you atop, you bounce slightly, watching as he stalks towards you with an indescribable hunger. The heat of his stare intense, you desperately clench around nothing.
Kneeling on the bed now, Cooper runs his fingers through your folds, your wetness coating them. Slowly, he works a single finger inside of you, thrusting it in and out. “Fuck- Coop,” you moan, blinded by pleasure. He works another finger in, continuing the same pace, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot every time. Working you open, preparing you for what was next.
“Good girl, so desperate for me, just a bitch in heat.” Lacking the proper brain function to respond, you whimper at his comment. Your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “Oh you like that don't you? You like being my needy little thing. The little slut I get to use.” his pace increases, fingers rubbing immaculately inside of you. The low buzz at the bottom of your stomach beginning to bloom, your hips unconsciously bucking down to meet his thrusts.
“Please, please please,” you beg, not quite knowing what you're begging for.
“I gotcha’ doll. Let go,” he assures, moving his thumb to rub quick circles on your clit. As if commanded, you let go right away. The pressure inside of you bursting with a moan, hips bucking wildly out of your control. Clenching desperately around his fingers. “That's it… that's my girl.” Your body comes down after a few seconds more, thighs twitching with the residual energy. Cooper delicately removes his fingers from you, a small whimper of overstimulation coming from you.
Placing them in his mouth, he laps up any of you he can get. “Sweet as honey, you are,” he teases. Letting out a breathy laugh at his comment, you fist your hand on his collar, pulling him in. The kiss is passionate, tasting yourself on him only spurs you on further. Your other hand trails down his body, finding the tent in his pants you give a teasing rub. His hips stutter forward briefly, making you smile into the kiss.
Your nimble fingers undo the button on his pants, the zipper following. Breaking the kiss you look up at him, silently asking for permission. Giving you a short nod, Cooper further pushes himself into you, bordering on grinding at this point. With a grin you take him out of his pants. You give a few experimental tugs, feeling the weight of him in your palm. His hips stutter again, “You better quit your teasin’ ‘fore I make you.” As enticing as that sounds, you listen. You rub him against you a few times before lining him up with your entrance.
Slowly, he starts to push in, your heat inviting him in. “F-fuck,” he whimpers, pausing for a moment. “I'm sorry baby, you just feel so good.” Pushing in farther, he bottoms out. He grinds into you, desperate to get as deep as he can.
“Please, Coop, please move,” you whimper out.
“You are so pretty when you beg. You will be the death of me darlin’,” he says, pulling out about halfway before slamming back in. He quickly sets a brutal pace, hips slamming into you quickly and harshly. The low buzz in your stomach quickly returns, every ridge of him rubbing deliciously inside of you. It's not long before you become a puddle of whines and moans, the low buzz bursting once more, stars exploding behind your vision.
His pace does not falter, his hips still moving at the same brutal pace. In fact, he finds this the perfect opportunity to start rubbing quick circles on your clit. Anything he can do to get you to go, needy to see it again.
“Come on now, you can do it one more time for me can't you?” not believing it can happen so soon again, you shake your head, pathetic whines falling from your lips. “Yes you can, come on. I'll follow right behind. One more for me, pretty girl,” he assures, his tone starting to sound as whiny as yours. The next one comes up faster than the others, beginning already so close to the precipice.
“Fuck, Coop im going to-”
“I know sweetheart, let go, come for me.” Your body takes that command wholeheartedly, you lock your legs around his hips, forcing him deeper as you fall over your precipice, his pace truly faltering, thrusts now short and sloppy. “Fuck, darlin’ im gonna’,” he attempts to say.
“I know,” you say between whimpers of his name. Before long he joins you in bliss, filling you to the brim.
He rests his head on your shoulder briefly, pulling out after a moment and righting himself in his clothes. Rolling over onto the bed moments after. Cooper tiredly pulls you against him, not a care in the world at the moment. To be honest you didn't either. The Rad-Away would just have to wait.
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Before I Leave You (Pt.70)
(Sneak Peek) (Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)
Summary: The pack meet with Moonbyul to discuss terms.
Tags: Fluff, drinking and drunk characters, hurt/comfort, trans! tae, dress up, girl on girl fluff, themes of forgiveness, vomiting, eating disorder mention but everything's good, brief sexual content, oral f. receiving, Exhibitionism, car sex, Talks of mental disorders, implied/confirmed autistic jimin,
W/c: 12.1k
A/n: Trying my hardest <3 I'm admittedly having a tough time right now, this chapter felt very nice to write because it's all about the beginning of the packs happy ending <3
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At least Yoongi is sort of talking to you again. Sort of getting over it minute by minute. It’s hard. Namjoon watches you from where he's sprawled on the couch, holding a near empty bottle of champagne by the neck while Jungkook and Jin wrestle on the floor, sort of making out, sort of scenting each other as they go. Jimin requests a song that Tae would like- and then Yoongi and Hoseok are leaning over Yoongi's phone to make her the perfect playlist. happy to have something new and mundane to bicker over.
Morning is just cresting over the rooftops and the music is just turned down when gets up from the couch, slowly, dizzy. You're perched on the counter in your pj's watching Jimin and Jungkook chase each other around the room. the need to scent and wrestle and get all your restless energy out near palpable.
Hoseok and Jungkook have a tiny paper drink umbrella tucked behind their ears, the same one that Jin stuck in your drinks so that you can keep track of whose drink is whose. He and Jungkook gang up on Jimin to stick one into his hair, the tiny little baby bun that tae tied in his hair.
You giggle as Jungkook gives up and just loops his arms around Jimin's neck, no technice to it and all body weight dragging the three of them to the floor. Sprawled next to the library room door, now open. Tae’s makeup collection spread out on the green carpet like the fallen petals of some red flowering tree.
It changes from wrestling to tickling. and then the three of them are getting up and surrounding Yoongi, a paper umbrella in their fingers, Ganging up on your mate who takes it all with a huff and a surprisingly whiney, “guys.“
You still when Namjoon walks over, the same way you'd still if a wild animal were approaching. He doesn't settle close, just stands next to you, and pours himself the last melted bit of the drink in the blender. Pink and yellow swirling delicately. He makes a noise in his throat and looks at you like he hasn’t barely said a word to anyone in the whole last 24 hours, hasn’t barely said a word to you since you got off the phone with him and Moonbyul left the house.
You sip at your drink, lips pursed around the straw and when you're done, Namjoon takes it from you and puts it on the counter. You think at first that he might be cutting you off but then he fingers the gauze there.
"I should probably check these." You nod obedient, wordless, unsure what to say.
Fingers prodding at the red skin, delicate but knitting itself together slowly. “How much do they hurt?” he asks.
“Probably a two,” you rate, almost without thinking, staring at his downturned eyes. The way his eyelashes still cling together from salt. Face glossy. You want to wash his face, pad across his cheeks gently the way that Jin does after you've been crying (something that you admittedly do a lot- the pack's resident crybaby).
"So should I consider that a four or-"
"No, this time I'm being honest," Namjoon stiffens, "It doesn't hurt when I touch stuff unless I'm not careful." Being honest about your hurts and pains has never been easy for you. But Namjoon has shown you time and time again that he's willing to take your hurts and fix them. You have no reason not to tell him the truth.
Namjoon grips your palm, turning it over his hands again and again, looking down at your love line lifeline all tangled there and leveling you with a look that is neither angry nor resigned.
“Do you notice?” He asks, you swallow. Eyes itchy.
“Notice what?” His finger presses to the center of your palm, the hollow there.
“Still dry.” He says.
You think of the mice, of drowning, you don't pull your hand from Namjoon's grasp, but you know he wouldn't let you anyway. You think about the mice, of dying, of trying to stay dry despite the things that try to swallow you whole. Water is not gentle, water is hungry. The rain pitters against the dark glass and melts the snow outside. But you and namjoon and the rest of the pack are dry and warm and safe in here.
Your breath hitches, but you close your fingers around his hand and nod. “Still dry.” You agree.
Namjoon closes his eyes and breaks the tension and this distance between you. Pulling himself between your thighs where you sit on the kitchen counter. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders to tug you to his chest, and breathing deep in the hollow of your throat.
He pulls back just as abruptly. Hands resting on the counter on either side of your thighs. All up in your space and sour-smelling. It takes great effort for you not to turn away and keep his piercing eye contact.
“Don’t do something like that again. Ever.” His jaw rolls and his scent spikes angry. But it's all temporary as you nose under his jaw to soothe him. Namjoon has every right to be angry with you for leaving, the same way Yoongi does.
“Never. Promise.” You hold out your pinky and you mean it.
Namjoon looks at you for a second, staring you down, waiting for you to look away. But then after a second, he loops his pinky through.
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Timing.
You’ve never really understood it. Not to mention the whole invisible string theory and how implausible it seems… How is it that you can coexist with the love of your life for years and not be with them until the time is right?
Isn’t that strange?
Love is all-consuming, inevitable, and perfect, but its greatest weakness is a mere concept: time.
Speaking of time, you’re early.
As you enter the restaurant and greet your friends, you can’t help but check your phone every other minute. Waiting for a text from him, checking the time, and wondering when he’ll arrive… It feels exhausting to be in this state of longing.
How is it that you’ve been friends with him for so long and now you need him more than ever?
To hold you and tell you everything is alright.
To smile at you like you’re his favorite person in the entire world.
To just be with him.
Even if today wasn’t life or death, you felt so helpless. It felt like everything was against you.
Yes, it was just about a stupid presentation (that barely scratches the surface of your future), but it was still a tough thing to get through alone. It was unexpected and filled with minor mistakes, making it feel like a complete defeat.
So much happened.
First, you slept through your alarm.
Though you made it right on time, you didn’t have the extra moments to prepare and run through your presentation like you had originally planned.
Then, since there was no time for prep, you encountered technical difficulties. Your notes were missing for some reason…
And your stuttering!
God, you never stuttered so much in your life.
It was truly an off morning.
… And it doesn’t end there.
Nope!
As you texted Jungkook and updated him, you remembered that you had a rescheduled quiz to take… You know, the one that you completely forgot to review last night because your head was all over this stupid presentation.
The quiz went fine but it could’ve been better.
You know you could’ve done better.
That’s probably what annoys you the most. Everything that occurred today wasn’t up to your standard performance level. Humanizing it is difficult because the truth is simple…
Some days just aren’t good.
Some days you just have to take the L.
Some days you just need to breathe through.
And that’s okay.
Because after all the bad, losing, and catching-your-breath moments—there’s him.
The very thought of him eases you. Talking to him makes you feel like you’re bigger than the bad and the losing. Being with him is as easy as breathing.
“Hey ___,” an unfamiliar voice disrupts your thoughts. You turn your head to see who it is. Beside you, a tall man with a broad build offers you a smile. He has short hair and dimples. Even with just his appearance, he’s charming (you can’t deny that).
Politely, you return it but it’s obvious you’re confused.
“… I’m so sorry,” you feel slightly embarrassed to not remember his name. “You are?”
“Mingyu,” he introduces himself, stepping closer and offering his hand. You take it, shaking it slowly and unsure.
He tries again.
“I’m Jungkook’s friend,” Mingyu explains. “You’re Jungkook’s… Uh?”
“O-oh!” you avoid the question and redirect the conversation. “Are you in his friend group with Jaehyun and them?”
He scoffs. “By ‘them’ you mean those guys?”
Mingyu points to a group of tall guys hovering over the menu display. You count them and can’t help but laugh.
Then, you notice one.
“Is that DK? I think Jungkook introduced me to him when we were walking home a few weeks ago!” From where you are, you wave at DK. DK sees you from the corner of his eye and sends you a smile. He gestures for you to come over. For the second time, you smile politely and feel stuck.
What now?
“What’s Jungkook doing introducing you to DK and not me?” Mingyu chuckles, attempting to lighten the mood.
You purse your lips. “Ohh.. I get it.”
“Get what?”
“You’re cheeky,” you observe. “Yup… You’re definitely friends with Jungkook.”
Mingyu puts his hands up in surrender and then on your shoulders. “Guilty as charged.”
You laugh.
He likes your laugh. It’s soft and attractive—especially when you throw your head slightly back. Intrigued, he invites you to sit with them.
“You know the others, right? Hobi and them?”
“Yeah!” you answer him happily. “Hobi and I are actually pretty close—“
Mingyu’s puppy eyes light up with excitement. “Oh, shit really? So you don’t need to get to know them or anything?”
You blink at him.
“I guess?”
“Great!” Mingyu beams. “Good. Cool... Sit with me! I’ll introduce you to everyone.”
You know it’s all friendly nature.
Mingyu is known for being like this.
Goofy, a little deceptive, but a good guy overall. You have nothing to fear! Especially when he’s friends with Jungkook, right? He wouldn’t think of trying to flirt with you… Right?
What are you to Jungkook again?
Before you know it, Mingyu’s hands find yours. As he laces your fingers together, you feel your chest tighten.
This feels weird.
It feels like betrayal even though you know it’s not. Isn’t it ridiculous to be thinking this way?
You run excuses and options in your head.
Do you pull away and laugh it off? Do you just let him hold your hand and lead you to sit with him and the others? You aren’t sure… But the one thing that is clear is the look of annoyance on Jungkook’s face as he steps into the restaurant and his eyes land on your hands.
“Jungkook!”
As cinematic as it can be, that’s what it is. You shake Mingyu’s grasp off and rush to Jungkook. He’s completely taken aback, stumbling as you crash into him. A small laugh escapes his lips, as he finds your tiny charge at him to be the cutest thing you’ve done thus far. He barely walked in and you’re already in his arms.
Heaven, he thinks to himself.
As he wraps his arms around you, he kisses the top of your head. “Wow, look at you. Are you sure you’re my girl? Not shy anymore? Not avoiding me? I’m so proud of you, mi.”
He smells like him. Like his laundry detergent and his skin after his workout—a little sweaty but so addictive.
Is that weird?
Most importantly… Who cares?
He’s here.
You can breathe him in. You can breathe again.
You groan in embarrassment. Pulling away, you keep yourself close enough to rest your chin on his chest. He lowers his gaze at you, eyes softening as his lips curve into a pout.
“Bad day?”
“Better now,” you hum, hugging him tighter. He laughs and gently tickles your sides. Your laughter increases, causing you to let go of him. He takes your bag from your hands and swings it over his shoulder. His fingers brush against yours as you two walk to join your friends who go ahead and get seated.
“Hey, am I crazy or was Mingyu holding your hand—”
“___!” Mingyu calls for you.
You and Jungkook turn your heads and see him patting a place for you. Without a second thought, Jungkook lifts his hand to wave and you hold onto him tighter. Exchanging looks, he then proceeds to guide you towards his circle of friends and away from the ones you’re familiar with. Passing by Hobi, you give him a look.
A ‘help-me-get-out-of-this,’ look.
Hobi sticks his tongue out at you and mouths, “you’ll be fine, bitch.”
By the time you gather your thoughts, Jungkook has already introduced you to his other group of friends. You completely blank out as they respond and introduce themselves. It’s only for a few seconds and you already had an idea of who they all are anyway.
The campus calls them the 97 liners.
They’re known for being…
Boys.
Decent ones at that, but they’re definitely energetic. Amusing almost all the time, competitive and intimidating when they need to be. Through rumors and observations you’ve made from afar, it made sense to you where Jungkook gets his playfulness from.
He’s…
A lot like them.
He’s definitely himself. It’s interesting.
Mingyu scoots over, making enough room for you and Jungkook. He dabs Jungkook up, greeting him as warmly as he greeted you. The others continue their conversations, asking for your input every so often. You quickly realize how charismatic everyone is, and to be completely honest, it overwhelms you.
But with Jungkook beside you, it doesn’t feel like a bad thing. He squeezes your hand under the table every so often when he notices your gaze wander. It’s like he’s gravity to you.
“Okay, so we already ordered… But we can order again if there’s something specific ___ wants,” Mingyu says, rather bubbly. He clears his throat, reaches over the table, grabs the menu and offers it to you.
“Yah, yah, yah,” Jungkook sends a glare to Mingyu, yanking the menu from him. You turn to look at him and find that he doesn't look amused. His eyes are fixed at his friend. With an intimidating tone, he warns; “Mingyu, stop flexing.”
Mingyu shakes his head, not taking it seriously. Jungkook and him have always had a playful friendship anyways. “I don't know what you're talking about... I’m not flexing. ___, feel it! I swear I’m not flexing right now.”
Jungkook tightens his grip on your hands.
Taking a sip of your water, you take your time to swallow and gather your thoughts.
“Don’t you gym with Jungkook?”
Dumb question.
“I gym more than him,” Mingyu corrects you.
Wow.
Stupid answer.
You can't help it. A laugh escapes your lips. “Is that supposed to impress me?”
Jungkook lets out a hearty chuckle, liking the way you answer. He feels proud of you. He feels like he definitely chose the right girl.
Mingyu smirks, leaning back.
He thinks this is fun.
It is fun.
“Ehhh.. I mean, if you ever let me take you on a date, I’ll show you what it means to be impressed.”
Jungkook’s smile drops.
Yours does too.
You shift closer to Jungkook and avoid Mingyu's eyes.
“H-honestly, I’m not feeling picky tonight. I’m sure whatever you guys ordered will be delicious.”
The rest of the conversation is easygoing as everyone patiently waits for the food to arrive. Mingyu’s attention turns back to his friends, as he takes the hint from your avoidant eyes. To him, it was unserious.
Hopefully, it’s also whatever to you.
As the food arrives and is set on the table, Jungkook exchanges a few side comments and whispers context into your ear. You giggle and feel your heart race when he places his hand on your thigh.
“Jungkook…”
“Hm?”
“Your hand,” you warn.
“What about my hand?”
“It’s on my thigh.”
“I know,” he snickers. “Wish it was somewhere else.”
You gasp and can’t resist hitting his chest. He takes the hit like a man. He knows he deserves it.
On the table is a plate of shrimp. You pick one up with your chopsticks and begin to peel it. As Jungkook eats, you place the freshly peeled shrimp on top of his rice. He smiles at you brightly, his heart close to combusting.
“You didn’t have to—”
Jungkook’s words are cut off as you hear Mingyu whine, “Awh, no fair! Peel me one too, please!”
You nod and answer his request. Taking another shrimp and beginning to peel it, you then finish quickly and place it on top of his rice too.
Mingyu eats it happily.
Meanwhile, Jungkook’s chest tightens. Again, it’s such a minor thing to happen… Yet, it irks him so much. He’s no boy, though. This isn’t a perilla leaf tantrum—no, he was much too mature for that.
This was… Clarity.
In between bites, Mingyu brings up a fascinating topic.
“Why are you looking at her like that?” he blurts. Jungkook hadn’t even noticed he was looking at you a certain way. What was it? Was it too revealing of his feelings?
Wait… What even is he feeling?
There’s a sense of jealousy and frustration wrapped around the core of it all; his liking of you.
“I’m not looking at her in any way,” Jungkook responds, taking a sip of water. You continue to chew and look away.
“You totally are,” Mingyu laughs. “Hey, is it because you used to like her?”
Jungkook doesn’t miss a beat. “Where did you hear that?”
“Ohh.. So it’s not true, then?”
“Nah,” Jungkook scoffs. “I just don’t get why it’s a rumor and why it’s in the past tense. It’s true… I like her. She knows it too—wait, you fuck… Do you even read the group chat? I talk about her all the fucking time.”
Mingyu’s eyes light up.
“Oh my god!” he gasps, piecing everything together. “Shit, right. I remember now. God, why’d that take me so long to connect? Of course! This is ___. The ___! Ice skating bullshit, right? Pocky kiss or whatever?”
Your eyes widen as you turn to Jungkook. “You told them?”
Jungkook smiles innocently.
“I have the best kiss of my life and you expect me not to tell my boys?”
He has you there.
Mingyu laughs, murmuring about how down bad Jungkook is. When you feel your cheeks heat up, you quickly bury your face into your hands. You feel so embarrassed… But at the same time flattered.
It’s awful.
To make matters worse, the butterflies keep fluttering as Jungkook tilts his head and smirks at you. He finds your shyness the most precious thing in this entire world. The mere fact that he makes you feel and act like this?
Oh, it’s remarkable.
Jungkook can't help but compare your behavior from earlier to now. How you took initiative and ran into his arms as if they were your safe haven—and now there's this.
You like this, right now.
So utterly his without him much being done or said. It's an understanding. It's simply how it is.
He chuckles, as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you into a tight hug.
“Ahh... You totally folded."
With his words, your eyes widen. You push him away and roll your eyes at him. He teases you, mocking the way you cling onto his body.
You huff but let him hold onto you. From here on out, you two keep it casual and continue your conversations with everyone. He piles food onto your plate and in exchange you bring the food to his mouth.
Jungkook eats happily.
When the dinner is over, everyone goes their separate ways.
Jungkook’s friends all hug you goodbye (Mingyu takes his sweet time) and leave him to walk you home. Hand in hand, you two wave goodbye and earn a few winks from Hobi. To that, you roll your eyes and brush it off.
The walk with Jungkook is nice.
The conversation between you two is so natural and good. You talk about the presentation mess up in more detail and he listens well. He empathizes with your feelings and understands. He’s so easy to talk to. He gets you. He makes you laugh even when what he’s saying isn’t funny.
Is this how it’s like when you have feelings for someone?
How embarrassing.
When you two reach your front door, he looks at you longingly.
“Feel better?” he asks you. You notice how gentle is tone is. How thoughtful.
“… About everything? The presentation and shit… Bebu, at the end of the day you did what you could. The grade your received is literally still an A—w-what”
Jungkook is startled.
You grasp the fabric of his hoodie and pull him close. Without a second thought, you take a step closer to him and lean in. With urgency, you kiss him.
Deep.
Needy.
Lovingly.
His eyes flutter shut as you deepen the kiss with your tongue. He gives you way, parting his mouth open for you to explore and do as you please. As he kisses you back with the same kind of energy, you smile into the kiss.
When you pull away, Jungkook is in disbelief.
“... Now what?”
You clear your throat, feeling your lips tingling from the kiss.
“S-sorry,” you gulp. “I d-don’t know what came over me… I just—”
“Why are you apologizing?” he blinks at you slowly. “I didn’t ask for an apology. I asked, now what?”
You tighten your lips.
“Now? I… I just need some air.”
Jungkook nods his head, eyebrows furrowed together. He understands you.
Before you can open your mouth to defend or redirect, he beats you to it.
“Yeah? Me too.”
Before you know it, he kisses you.
Jungkook kisses you like a silent plea. Even though he has already confessed; this felt like another.
The way he kisses you feels like a new language. He knows just when you kiss you more and when you to be delicate. He cups your jaw with the palm of his hand, tilting your head so he can kiss you better.
Which is so fucking weird… But it happens like never before.
He kisses you better.
Breaking away from the kiss, you two catch your breaths. As you do so, you clear your throat.
“Wanna come inside?” you ask, taking his hand.
He smirks, unable to stop himself.
“Sure… But I’m gonna need some clarification on that offer… Come inside where?”
In your dimly lit kitchen, you two make yourselves a cup of tea.
Jungkook multitasks by making passes—saying that the water is still cold since you’re hotter than it. He sneaks in a few kisses on your cheeks as you tell him he’s being stupid. You two laugh as he lifts you up to sit on your kitchen island. He makes himself comfortable in between your legs.
There, you caress his hair.
He is so handsome. You love the way his nose just fits his face… How round his eyes are and even the scar on his cheek. It’s so precious.
He’s perfect, you think to yourself.
As you get lost in your thoughts, Jungkook feels so much comfort and freedom with your touch. It feels like rest. For a moment, he shuts his eyes and takes in how much he loves your touch.
Breaking the silence, you tug on his hair. “You need a haircut.”
He shakes his head, eyes still closed.
“Literally got one two weeks ago.”
“Yeah,” you realize he’s right. He did cut his hair two weeks ago. He came over that night just to show it off. “... But I liked Mingyu’s hair! It was so short. I feel like it would suit you too.”
He opens one eye and gives you a weird look.
You mimic it.
“What?”
Jungkook lifts his face.
“So… Was it just me but I definitely caught Mingyu trying to shoot his shot with you, right?” He snickers, tilting his head as he recalls what he saw. "He literally asked you out."
You shrug, explaining Mingyu's attempt to hold your hand as a friendly gesture. "He’s just friendly, right? He also tried to hold my hand to lead me to the table and that was kinda… Unexpected? But he’s like that, right? He’s just friendly. Like a puppy! Golden retriever energy.”
"Maybe," Jungkook responds, his tone betraying a hint of uncertainty. "Y-yeah. I mean, the shrimp thing was worse."
You laugh softly. "What? This is about the shrimp thing? I peeled it for you too… And it’s not like I peeled his because I wanted to. He asked. It was lighthearted."
"I know that," he reassures you, his tone softening. "I’m not that insecure to pick a fight over peeling shrimp. You don’t have to convince me it was nothing. I know it was nothing.”
Confusion flashes across your face at his mixed signals. "Are you upset?"
"Maybe," he admits quietly.
Then he hesitates.
“Actually, I think I’m frustrated. I’m not mad. Sorry if I sounded aggressive—"
"N-no, it’s fine," you reassure him, gently cutting him off. "Why are you frustrated, bebu?"
Jungkook offers you a weak smile. "I don’t get it…"
"Get what?"
"All this shit and we’re still not together.”
Your brows furrow slightly in confusion.
Taken aback, you ask him, “what’s that supposed to mean?"
Gesturing between the two of you, Jungkook expresses his confusion. "This… I mean, what is this? We’re together, aren’t we?"
"Jungkook—"
"I’m just… I don’t get it. Even if you thought he was just being friendly, why didn’t you just say you were my girlfriend? Mingyu would’ve stopped flirting with you."
"So it’s my fault?" you huff, feeling offended at the pitch of this idea. "I thought your friends knew—"
"Well… Yes. I talk about you, and it’s not like I’m ditching parties to study in that stupid library—"
"Can you leave the library out of this?"
"Okay," he sighs, relenting. "Sorry… I just… They know how I feel about you. I guess they don’t know how you feel about me, and… I mean, did you tell him we were together or not? Because if I had to remind him who you were to me, I don’t think you told him that we—"
"Jungkook—"
"No, I’m being serious," he interrupts, his tone becoming more stern. "Why didn’t you just—"
"You never asked me out!" you interject, frustration evident in your voice.
Jungkook stares at you blankly, prompting you to continue. He runs everything back in his mind.
You were right.
With all these moments, he’s been so busy planning how to get reactions out of you and completely missed out on so many perfect opportunities.
“You never asked me to be your girlfriend. All you’ve been doing this entire time is trying to get me to flirt with you, kiss you, or trick me into dates… You want me to act like your girlfriend? Ask me to be. I’m not built for situationships… And honestly? I’ve been waiting—patiently and elegantly at that. There were so many times where I wanted to hold your hand and give in. You talk about how you’ll get me to fold or whatever—fine.”
You take a breath, caving in. “This is it. I’ve folded! God, do you even know how hard it is to study next to you in that stupid library because y-you… You give me butterflies.”
Jungkook reaches for you. You let him touch you but your heart stays still, fighting to get these feelings out. Your voice wavers with emotion.
“A-and it’s so… I don’t know how you do it. At some point, I set them free. Like, fine, okay! Fly high, my butterflies… But for what?"
There’s a sense of urgency that awakens in you. Never in your life have you ever felt the same way for anyone.
It feels like defeat and victory all at once.
It feels like peace and war all at once.
It feels like love.
Oh, the madness.
To love someone this wide and deep… To love someone at all. It is everything beyond you. How it radiates through your body and onto his lips… How everything unfolds and reveals him no matter what.
You can’t decide if the way you’ve fallen is utterly heartbreaking or romantic. Maybe it’s both.
Let’s say it’s both.
All you know is that with glossy eyes and a fragmented understanding of timing, you tell him;
“Jungkook, I set my butterflies free, and they flew to you."
#bts fic#jk scenario#jk imagine#jk x mingyu x oc#jungkook fanfic#bts scenario#jk uni au#jk f2l#bts f2l
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Why Joey's EOTPII/Casino character was Owen: a theory
Tagging @smytherines , @toringo and @just-watching-dont-worry. This will be long
First of all, let's introduce our guy: waiter #4 or, as he's called in the subs (more on that later), the manager.
During the first Spies viewing, one usually pays attention to Joey, as they might be expecting Owen to return in one way or another. I personally got so caught up with this character because of Joey's body language.
Eyes on the Prize II is a very showy number: the ensemble must move at the same time, and they should all be in the same page. They are showy, yet classy; ostentatious, yet controlled. They have to be all the glamour and riches they are singing about.
That's why waiter #4 stood out to me: he's serious as the other are, yes, but he also seems angry. Here are some ensemble photos so that you can see it:
Why the intensity? Why those gestures? I really encourage you all to rewatch A1P6 so that you can see it, as he keeps the energy for the whole number (even the quick "keep your eyes on the prize" changes). He's not even the waiter that Curt knocks out after his PTSD attack.
It is also remarkable how these expressions are really similar to another (queer) villain of Joey: Wilbur Cross. Wilbur in Made In America and this waiter has a really similar body language. Coincidence? I don't think so.
If it was only Eyes On the Prize II though, I wouldn't be thinking that much about this... But waiter #4 is one of the three waiters with lines in that scene (the other two being Brian's and Lauren's), so let see what he does.
Joey's waiter first talks when Curt loses it and threatens the Informant, quickly jumping to defend them. Joey's character reacts almost immediately, so he must have been nearby, and is so aggressive that Curt backs down quickly. After threatening Curt with throwing him out of the Casino, he checks the Informant to see if they are okay.
The subs call this character "Manager", and it would thus explain the way he acts: he was nearby because he's in charge of everything that's going on, and he does have the power to expel costumers if they act inadequately. A manager also spends a lot of time with his employees, so it makes sense that he's protective with them.
Why then, is the next character Joey plays also called "Manager"?
This character (that, according to the subs, is the same person) has a foreign accent, something none of the other waiters had, and a silly high-pitched voice. His purpose in this scene is to finish humiliating Curt: he tells Curt he has an immense debt for the night and also rebounds his check. The manager is cordial to Tatiana, greeting her while Curt struggles with his payment. He also leaves once Tatiana suggests a solution, and, in a lower voice (similar to no moustache!Manager) says "thank you, ma'am".
Why are these two characters technically the same role? One may think it's because other actors need to be prepared for a quick change or something, but Tessa doesn't! Her next role is ensemble in Not So Bad, and they have a good 3-4 minutes until that. And if they are supposed to be different characters, why would the subtitles use the same name for him? Joey's choices also seem to be stage directions, especially in the coreo. There are too many details for it to be simply a coincidence.
What's the reason, then? Joey is playing Owen at the casino: after his first encounter during A1P3, Owen is on alert knowing that he might cross path with Curt again. He thus decides to go undercover in the casino to see if he'll meet him before attending to Von Nazi's plan. Owen wants to be close, but remain unseen, so he plays one of the waiters of the floor. However, when Curt threatens the Informant, Owen's feelings betray him and quickly intervenes, probably triggered by Curt "brutish ways". After that, Owen has to return with a new role (moustache), as he wants to know where Tati and Curt are leaving. He thus takes advantage of Curt's state to mess a little with him, a little bit of foreplay before what he has prepared for him.
TL; DR:
This also provokes so many fun little headcanons and possibilities. Like, did the Informant and Owen had a relationship then? Would Tatiana have noticed it? Does Owen really think Curt is stupid enough to not recognize someone just by a different voice and a stupid accent? I think it could give way to a lot of fun ideas (but also I do need to know why did they have Joey twice and not Joey and Tessa)
#spies are forever#saf#tin can bros#owen carvour#curtwen#agent curt mega#if I had money I'd cameo Joey just to ask about the change. like really. why. am i forgetting a tessa character?#long post#hyl rambles
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hope sending ask is ok rn, i have hard time looking resource. looking for book how to co-exist with independent dissociative parts (have system but not feel safe in saying DID yet). cannot do therapist addressing parts yet but want to cope in daily life. hope can help. or others comment/reblog and give. thank you 🍀
This ask was sent a while ago, I hope you're doing okay now anon. You say you can't talk to a therapist yet but I hope you have someone else in your life who is supportive and you can talk to about these things! You shouldn't have to face this alone.
Even though you don't have therapeutic support, it's still possible to build up communication and cooperation with your parts. I reblog a lot of tips and resources to my coping tag if you want to check that out. Here are some other resources that you might find helpful:
DID/OSDD Self-help Masterlist
There are so many resources here, categorized by different topics. You'll find stuff here for both survivors and loved ones, and you don't need to have DID/OSDD to use them!
Beauty After Bruises Blog
You'll find so many articles here on coping with daily life as a dissociative survivor. I love how they're written, they feel very approachable and almost calming to read.
Dissociative Living
Admittedly, I haven't read many of these articles but the few I've seen have been good. I think their writing is very approachable for people who are new to all of this.
DIS-SOS
Lots of advice and informative articles on living with DID here -- in both English and German! I've found some really interesting and unique coping tips here, I definitely recommend it. It's actually because of this blog that I discovered one of my favorite methods of system communication.
CTAD Clinic Youtube Channel
A channel run by the director of this clinic which specializes in dissociation and trauma. I've watched probably all of his videos -- they're very good! Lots of the videos provide tools and self-help tips on coping with dissociation & dissociative parts!
Carolyn Spring's Blog
You'll find amazing articles here about trauma and dissociation, but do be aware that the author is both a professional and a survivor with DID herself. She isn't afraid to talk about her lived experience, shining a light on the reality of trauma and dissociation which can be confronting but oh-so empowering to read.
System Speak Podcast
A podcast run by a DID system. She talks about her own healing journey as well as interviews professionals and dives into the psychology behind trauma and dissociation. Personally, I think the website is a bit hard to navigate but every podcast I've listened to has been extremely informative and relatable!
Self-help books can also be extremely useful if you don't have access to a therapist. You can find a bunch of free downloads here! I would recommend starting with "Got Parts? An Insider's Guide to Managing Life Successfully with Dissociative Identity Disorder" by ATW. Personally, I think this is the best book to start with. It's a bit old and there are some outdated ideas in it, but I think it's a very gentle entry into learning system communication and coping with DID if you have never worked with a therapist.
Some other resources that might be useful:
Strategies for coping with distressing voices
FREE 100 page e-book for trauma survivors
Talk/vent to listeners on this non-crisis support chat line
Apply for a grant to receive financial help or a therapy box -> (Also learn about the Therapy Box Project! If anyone is able to donate, please do!)
- Sunflower
#actuallydid#actuallyosdd#actuallytraumagenic#actuallydissociative#dissociation#complex trauma#resources#DID support#sunflower answers#once again i apologize for how long it takes me to reply to asks
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Now I Shake My Mane
Second part to I Was Victim, I Was Quarry
Fandom: Mean Girls
Pairing: Regina George x Fem!Reader
Summary: After running into Regina years after graduation, you decide to take her up on her offer of a night out. Old feelings resurface with a vengeance and lead to new experiences.
Warning: Low self-confidence, reader gets a little tipsy
Tagging: @l1lass @fadering @autorasexy
Bass pounded in your ears. Flashing lights blinded your vision into dancing spots you tried to blink away. You squeezed past bodies and a few stools to reach the bar. Why you agreed to come out on a Friday night, you didn’t know. Crowds weren’t really your thing.
The bartender checked your ID and took your drink order. A simple Malibu with orange juice and grenadine—your comfort drink. You stayed close to the bar and sipped on your cocktail as your gaze swept the floor looking for her.
She hadn’t left your mind since running into her at the coffee shop. You mulled over what to do for the next week. Part of you wanted to throw her card out and put it all behind you while the other part yearned to see her again. All of your feelings resurfaced and muddled together—including the ones you’d found she reciprocated.
Her statuesque figure finally sauntered past the bouncer to enter the club. She still walked like she owned the place, like wherever she went was her domain—like an apex predator. She paused and scanned the dance floor before spotting you sitting at the bar.
You lifted your hand in a small wave to make sure she saw you. She grinned, and you swore it was genuine excitement from the way her eyes crinkled at the corners and the sparkle in her eye when she got close enough to see.
“You made it,” she said before greeting the bartender by name. She ordered a strawberry margarita without having to show her ID for verification of her age.
They probably knew her. Everybody in Evanston knew Regina George.
You gave a small smile. “I made it,” you repeated. “Wasn’t sure if I was going to, to be honest.”
“I wouldn’t have blamed you if you stood me up.”
Regina slid onto the stool next to yours. It still felt strange to you, hanging out with your high school bully. You still found yourself on edge like it was all just a ruse and she was just waiting for the right moment to pounce. Even if she did appear to be sincere, the fear lingered in the back of your mind.
She turned towards you. “So, catch me up,” she said. “What have you been doing the past five years?”
You kept your story short and simple. You glanced over your higher education and your new job, how you finally had a place of your own, and how you had broken up with your boyfriend just within the last couple of months.
“Oh.” For a moment, you swore you could see a glimmer of disappointment, but it was swiftly masked with a laugh. “Yeah, boys are awful. They can never appreciate what’s right in front of them.”
“Yeah…” You couldn’t tell if she meant that as a compliment or just a general statement. Even after all these years, she was still hard to read. She’d been an expert at hiding her true intentions five years ago—there was no reason for you to think she’d lost that talent.
Regina touched your arm briefly. “Still, I’m sorry to hear that. It must have been hard for you.”
Trying to ignore the way your skin tingled beneath her hand, you shook your head. “No. I mean, not exactly. I cared for him, but…” You paused briefly to think of how to put it into words. “It just didn’t feel right, you know? We weren’t meant to be together.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” She sighed a bit in exaggeration, holding her head up with her palm. “I had my first girlfriend a couple years ago. Met her in New York. It was the same thing. She just wasn’t… It just didn’t work out,” she said.
She just wasn’t you.
You chuckled a bit and finished off the last of your drink. “Relationships suck,” you complained.
“Not if you find the right person.”
Her eyes stared into yours like she could see down to your deepest thoughts and darkest desires. Heat bloomed in your cheeks. You turned back to the bar and cleared your throat, calling the bartender over for another drink.
Regina smiled as you shied away from her advances. She could read you like a book—you were flattered that she was complimenting you. At the same time, you were still unsure about her, still had your guard up. The liquor would help take the walls down. Her goal wasn’t to get you drunk, but she did want you to feel more comfortable around her.
Your name fell from her lips like golden honey. You were almost appalled at how appealing it sounded to your ear and the way your body reacted. You turned back to her warily, trying desperately not to let it show on your face.
“I know this probably doesn’t mean much coming from me right now,” she said gently, “but you look beautiful tonight—you always have.”
A chuckle awkwardly burst its way out of you before you could think of a more appropriate response. “I look like a troll next to you, Regina,” you said. “I mean, look at me. I’m not anything special—not like you.”
You didn’t mean to say that last part out loud. The cocktail in your hand suddenly became much more interesting as you swirled your straw around the colorful liquor.
Regina huffed a laugh. “I’m not special,” she denied. “I’m just like any other mean girl who peaked in high school.”
“Mean girls don’t go out of their way to apologize.” You looked up at her through your lashes. “You’ve grown a lot, Regina. Me…” Sighing, you trailed off and took a sip of your drink before continuing. “I’m your typical victim-type who can’t move past stuff that happened when we were stupid teenagers,” you said.
She looked like she wanted to say something. Instead, she sighed and ordered two new drinks—one for her and one for you—when you both ended up finishing your current ones at the same time. Her eyes drifted over to the dance floor before she turned back to you with renewed energy.
“We should go dance.”
“Hell no,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m not gonna embarrass myself like that.”
“Oh, come on, babe. Everyone’s drinking, nobody cares. Trust me, you’ll be fine.”
Your heart fluttered when she called you that. You were certain it had just slipped out and that she didn’t realize what she had said. But you wanted to hear it more—you wanted her to say it again.
The straw found purchase between your lips as you tried to drown out the growing allure radiating from Regina George. Your head was beginning to lighten the more liquor you consumed. Normally you didn’t drink so fast, but your nerves were on fire and you wanted to quell the flames.
Regina groaned. “Then will you do some shots with me? Just a few,” she clarified when you gave her a look. “I just think it’ll help you relax and allow yourself to have a good time.”
She pouted, pursing her berry-colored lips out playfully. You tried standing your ground but ended up groaning in defeat. She grinned when you reluctantly agreed to the shots and flagged down the bartender.
As it went, one shot turned into three, and you were feeling pretty good. The spirits no longer burned your throat and just warmed you up like a furnace from your stomach. You could definitely feel the effect—you loved it. Your head swam pleasantly and you no longer felt like Regina was out to get you or that you had to walk on eggshells around her.
Maybe you should have started drinking in high school.
Regina and you threw back another Vegas Bomb drop shot. A grin worked its way to your face as you then finished off what was left of your double-shot tequila sunrise in a single gulp.
The blonde at your side laughed and moved the glass away from you before you knocked it over. “Let’s slow down a bit, baby. I want you to remember tonight.”
“I’m still not dancing.” You pointed a finger at her.
She waved down the bartender for two waters. “I actually have something else in mind,” she said, “but you need to sober up a bit first.”
“I’m plenty sober.”
“You just did three shots, baby. It’s time for some water.”
Your teeth dug into your bottom lip. Maybe you weren’t completely sober, because as soon as the thought skittered across your mind, you blurted, “I like when you call me that.”
Regina raised a brow. Her lips pulled into a sly smirk as your eyes traveled there. You wanted to know how they would feel against your own. They looked like they’d be soft. Maybe they’d taste like the berry they’re colored after, or maybe there would be some sugar lingering from the lemon drop.
She shifted, and you quickly snapped your gaze back up. Maybe you were more under the influence than you thought. You took a long sip of water to help clear your head.
Her hand landed on your thigh. You nearly choked on your water at the touch. Your eyes glanced from her hand to her face. She watched you intently with a dark gleam in her eyes that stoked a small flame in your belly. You bit back a small noise at the overwhelming sensation.
“I need you to drink the water, baby,” she said, leaning in so her sweet breath hit your face, “because I don’t want us to feel like I’m taking advantage of you.”
“You’re not.”
Slowly you raised your hand until your fingertips grazed her cheek. Her skin felt supple against yours, just as smooth and soft as you’d imagined it would be. She kept her eyes on you, watching carefully, not wanting to make a move that might potentially scare you off.
You sucked in a breath. “I’m sober enough to know what I want,” you murmured, “but tipsy enough to finally go through with it.”
Regina pressed forward until her lips fell onto yours. The kiss electrified your nerves. You slid your hand into her hair, wrapping your fingers at the roots to hold her close. A low noise came from the back of her throat before she made herself pull away—she wouldn’t have been able to stop if she didn’t.
“How do you feel?” Her gentle voice prompted you to open your eyes.
You let out an airy laugh. “Like I just lived out a childhood fantasy.”
Regina smiled and pulled away. Her hand remained on your thigh as she took a sip of her water. You followed suit, unable to downplay the elation gripping your heart. You’d been wanting to know what that would feel like for almost ten years. Now that you had, you had to laugh at yourself for being one of the oldest cliches.
You were in love with your high school bully.
#mean girls#mean girls 2024#regina george#regina george x reader#renee rapp#gxg#lesbian#wlw#wlw fanfic#request: fulfilled#imaginesappho
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The burn-scars post has been extremely helpful, though I've been wondering if it also applies to acid burn scars as well? My own searching has just lead to sites that say "burns" unspecified if acid or not, so I wonder if I've been looking up the wrong terms, or if the care is that similar.
Thank you for all your work by the way!
Hi! I'm glad you found it helpful :-)
Same disclosure as always: we don't currently have burn survivors as mods, I'm speaking from second hand experience.
Majority of the advice should hold up, more or less. One thing that acid burns could affect more are the eyes; most people whose eyes are severely impacted by the burn will have some degree of vision loss (including potential total blindness). So the daily care could include eye drops or any other necessary medications, especially if their eyes dry out due to e.g. lack of eyelids or the inability to move them. If this is the case, I recommend you check out our #blindness tag to read about white canes, orientation & mobility in general, and everything else!
Acid burns can also result in d/Deafness, but that's less common (they could also cause both, of course, which would be DeafBlindness).
For research terms, you should try with "chemical burns"! It's one of the main burn categories (thermal, electric, radiation, etc.) and will probably have more results. They're also sometimes called "caustic burns".
Lastly, make sure to look at how acid burns specifically look like - chemical burns are more likely to affect the person's facial structure as acid is corrosive. I have written about it in this post, but TLDR: try to think of their various features - do they have a nose, fingers, outer ears, hair? What is the texture of their skin like? What does their neck look like, what's their mobility?
Burns don't necessarily look like Zuko's - it shouldn't just be a different color with zero other differences.
This page describes the visible effects of an acid burn (see the "impact" section).
Some links that you can use for further research;
Acid Survivors Foundation
Phoenix Society
I hope this helps! :-)
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Paint Away, My Little Dove - Chapter 4
A/N: yay, longer chapters! quick warning as the fic is now creeping into darker and darker directions. also a reminder that rqs for drabbles are always open :) i have answered an ask about that in a previous post pls check that out to know what characters i refer to!
word count: 2.8k
tags: arthur morgan x fem!reader, fluff, angst, age gap, sexual elements, implied rape, sa, canon-typical violence, explicit language
dividers by: @strangergraphics-archive
pictures are from pinterest
Saint Denis. What a city. You truly hated being here. Sure, you have had good times with some friends; going to the saloon to drink and sing all night or walking around downtown, trying on every dress the tailors had to offer. But ever since you were practically kicked out of this very city, you swore to yourself that you would never return. Unfortunately, that was before Arthur. He had sent you a letter, the first after the scary night of him riding to Hamish’s cabin. He wanted to meet up with you in the grand saloon to catch up. Apparently he had been staying near the city for a while, not that you would know.
A chill was sent down your spine anytime you passed an alley. You were wearing a coat over of your dress, shielding your face with its hood from strangers. There was no such thing as being too careful when it came to being in Saint Denis. Especially for you. Angelo Bronte had eyes all over his streets. If he would find out about you being alive, you would have been doomed. This time, for good.
After what felt like an eternity, you had arrived at the saloons entrance, eyes roaming your surroundings before finding the courage to push the doors open. You did not need even a second to find Arthur. He leaned over the bar, playing with a bottle of whiskey. The pace of your feet picked up as your rushed over to him, throwing your arms around his back, chest pressed tightly to it.
“Whoa, easy, girl.” Arthur laughed, trying to put a hand on your shoulder. Sensing that you would not let go, he turned within your grasp, returning the embrace. “How’s my favorite artist?”
“Missed you.” You said, your voice muffled by his plain black vest.
Arthur let out a small chuckle while moving you so you would end up standing next to him. “Ya hungry?”
You nod, placing a hand on the older mans cheek, loving the feeling of his rough stubble on the palm of your hand. “Only if you eat with me.”
Arthur smiled, tilting his head a little, silently agreeing to your proposal. He put his own hand over yours only to transfer it to his lips to kiss it. He loved how small your hand was compared to his. He loved how while his created blood and damage, yours created art and love.
“I’ll sit down at that table over there to wait, okay?”
“M’kay.”
Maybe this was not as bad as you thought it would be. The second you saw Arthur it was as if all your worries disappeared. Even if you were in Saint Denis out of all places. You felt safe around him. He was still not physically all the way there. You would notice him shifting around while waiting for the food at the counter, putting a hand over his left shoulder occasionally. But would he still be able to defend you? Absolutely. This man was huge. If anyone should feel unsafe, it would have to be the ones who dared to lay a hand on you.
“Alright, there we go.” Arthur goofed, placing a bowl of lobster bisque in front of you, while putting down some sort of a rib for himself.
“Thank you, Arthur.”
“Aghhh. Don’t mention it.”
This was going to be a night to remember. You and Arthur in a saloon in a big city, eating, drinking and giggling. What else could you possibly want? At this point, you had already had three drinks. If it were not for Arthur, you probably would have been at number six or seven. Either way, you were tipsy at most. But the outlaw thought that that was already enough. So he intended to keep it that way.
“Why don’tcha sell your art over here, sweetheart? Lots of people- I’m sure you’d make some money.” Arthur whispered in your ear, his hands on each side of your waist, swaying back and forth.
He was right. But telling him the truth was not something you could handle now. His body still had to heal from all the damage done to it from two weeks ago. You would not allow his mind to go through more than that for now. “Too much competition.” You lied. Your hands were on his face, your knees bending to match the rhythm he was swaying you with. Deep down you knew that you wanted him. Badly. You were young, but not naive. It was easy to see through his thoughts. He was worried about the age gap that the both of you shared, thus why he was so hesitant with any sort of physical touch unless you initiated it first. But you wanted him to touch you. Oh, how so desperately you wanted him to give into his own cravings and just take you as he wanted. Nevertheless, he would not. This mans self-discipline was just too strong for his own good.
“Where are you stayin’, darlin’?”
“A camp right outside of the city. My horses and wagon are there waiting for me.” You replied, your hands now leaning on his chest. Gosh, if only you could rip off his clothes right here and then. Maybe it was the small amount of liquor talking in your head but those were just your sober thoughts being represented.
Arthur cringed at your words. “The hell y’are. I’m getting the both of us a room.”
“Arthur-“
“No, sweetheart, no more talking. End of discussion. We’ll go on and get your horses ‘n wagon and then come back for some sleep. Sound alright t’ya?” He cooed, putting his big hands on the sides of your face.
Subconsciously, you leaned into his touch, nodding to his words.
“Good girl. Now tell me- ya want yer own bed?”
………………………………………..
“Arthur, this is beautiful!” You gasped, entering the room he had organized for you.
All you got as a response was a chuckle and the sound of the door closing behind him. Seeing your excitement brought joy to his face. The way you were looking into every drawer as if you had never been in a hotel room before was adorable.
“Never know what valuables some people leave in rooms. These rich folks- Ah!” You exclaimed, pulling out a golden watch from the back of a cabinet. You turned to Arthur, showing it to him with pride. “Told you!”
“Okay, sweetheart, we both oughtta get some sleep.” Arthur remarked, taking off his boots as he sat on the edge of the bed.
As you watched him place his bag and hat on the nightstand in front of him, an idea popped up in your head. Your long and black dress had buttons on its back. Obviously you were perfectly capable of taking it off yourself. Arthur, however, did not know that. Why not use it to your advantage?
“Arthur?”
“Mh?”
“Could you help me take off my dress?”
His eyes shot up, turning his body slowly to not alert you. Arthur let out a small cough, possibly out of nervousness, before giving you an answer. “Uh- sure.” And another one. “Sure.”
You took your time walking over to him. Arthur moved a tiny bit back, creating some space between his groin on the mattress for you to sit on. Gladfully, you accepted, sitting down, arching your back more than you needed to while doing so. Your ass was leaning against his inner thighs, your hips moving to cause some friction, which caused you to bite your lip. “Sorry.” You mumbled, hiding the tiny giggle that was about to escape your lips.
Arthur ignored your apology and gulped as he moved your hair from your back to the front of your shoulder.
Your neck and upper back were now almost fully exposed to him. His face was close to your skin and even while trying to be the one in control, you could not help but feel your hairs in that area stand up.
Arthurs fingers were slow and careful. Button after button he opened, struggling to not let index finger and thumb touch your skin. It was as if you were holy. Even brushing against it felt wrong to him. He was withholding from you as much as he could. In his world, he did not want to be the outlaw taking advantage of a tipsy young woman. He could not do that to anyone. Specifically you.
Once you felt the dress loosen, you stood up, thanking him quietly while tiptoeing to your side of the bed, still holding up the fabric with your hand to cover yourself.
Arthur let out a quiet sigh, palming his cock through his pants for a split second, trying to release some of the tension that had formed. Thank every power in the world that his back was turned to you.
After he heard you get under the covers, Arthur started to take off his vest, handling the situation with skepticism. “Ya sure this is okay with you?” He stuttered, stopping himself from removing more clothing off his body.
“I am the one who likes sleeping naked. I should be asking you that.” You teased, playing with your nails as you stared at the back of his frame, silently begging for him to hurry up. You heard a sharp intake of a breath coming from him as you watched him run a hand through his hair. “I want you to, as well.” You affirmed, trying to calm down poor Arthurs nerves.
He nodded twice before he swiftly took off his white long sleeve shirt, revealing his robust yet toned back to you. He looked like a dream. The sheer size of him made you want to swallow him whole. The hairs on his back could make you bite your hand off. He was the embodiment of a gentle beast.
“I’m not looking.” You said as you sensed his hesitation when it came to his pants. To respect his space, you turned to your side, allowing him to move freely without worrying about you. Once he was done, you heard him throw the clothing item to the pile of the rest.
He climbed underneath the blanket as well, both of you now sharing the same body heat under one cover.
“I really want you to hold me.” It came out of your mouth before you could even think of what you wanted to say next. The liquor from before had cleared the path from your brain to your tongue, allowing anything to pass through.
“Ya really want that?” Arthur quietly asked, waiting for a verification.
You nodded, moving your whole body an inch or two closer to the center of the bed, still facing away from him. Your eyes were glued to the laced curtains that were flowing with the rhythm of the wind passing in the Saint Denis climate. Finally, you felt his bodies heat on yours, hearing a small groan leave his lips. The sound alone made you lick your lips and scrunch your eyebrows together, his arms wrapped now around your torso not helping. You wanted him to touch and feel you so bad in the ways that you have been thinking of. But you knew he would not. Not tonight.
“This okay?” Arthur asked, pulling you out of your thoughts with a kiss placed on the back of your naked shoulder.
“Yeah.” You whispered, wiggling yourself closer to him. “This is perfect.”
………………………………………….
Your heels clicked on the pavements of Saint Denis once again, the light morning breeze grazing your face. The sun against your skin felt warm and friendly. Your arms were swinging back and forth with the tempo of your strut as your hand held on tighter to the paper bag of pastries you had gotten for Arthur and yourself.
He was still asleep in the hotel room when you left. Arthur had done so much for you last night, paying for every meal, snack and drink. Since his body was not fully healed yet, you figured that you should let him sleep and surprise with something sweet for him to wake up to.
To be sure of your safety, you stayed on the main road, attempting to blend in with the rest of the high-end society. Your sage green dress and your open hair fit in quite well. No one should have bat another eye at you. You even went as far as to walk right in the center of the street, not wanting to be too close to any alleys or buildings. But even that was not enough. Your fast pace was unexpectedly stopped when you walked into the chest of a man, dressed in all grey and black.
He put a hand on each shoulder of yours, ushering you to the nearest alley all while chewing on a toothpick. “M’lady, if you would come with me, please.” He demanded, looking around to make sure he was not drawing any unwanted attention.
Once you were out of the sight from civilians, he slammed you against a wall, his forearm glued to your collarbones. It knocked the breath ouf of you. Any other man you would have sassed and tried to fight off. Yet you knew this was one of Brontes men. Who else would it be?
“I knew it was you when I saw you at the bar last night.” The stranger spoke through clenched teeth, getting high from the way your breathing got heavier. He looked you up and down slowly, like a predator would to its prey. “You wouldn’t understand the surprise on Senior Brontes face when I told him about you. He’s real’ happy to hear of you again.”
You moved your head to the side, the pressure on your chest still massive. You refused to look him in the eyes, your upper lip pulled up from the disgust you were feeling. This could not be real. Not with Arthur just down the street. Your hands to your side were shaking and as cold as ice as you tried to calm yourself down.
“What a pretty little thing you are…” The man hissed as his pupils dilated from watching you in fear. Lazily he leaned down, burying his face in your neck as he took a big inhale of your scent.
No, this could not be happening. Not again. The tears in your eyes were now pouring as you hitched a breath, unable to contain a sob that broke through.
The stranger moved his forearm from your collarbone to replace it with a hand on your neck, squeezing tight enough for you to not squirm, but loose enough for you to breathe. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t cry.” He whispered before placing his wet tongue on your neck, giving it a small lick, sending a shiver down your spine. The brunette smiled against the soft skin, seemingly liking the panic it caused in you.
It was as if a switch was turned on in your brain as you remembered the holster on your thigh that held a dagger that Hamish had given you months ago. You allowed yourself to relax for just a moment, trying to trick your attacker into thinking you would not run.
“There we go, that’s better.” He said, loosening his grip on your neck as he started sucking on the skin there, his raw hands moving to cup your breasts.
You cringed as you felt him knead them painfully hard, swiftly grabbing the dagger from underneath your dress and delivering a stab to his stomach. Without wasting any time, you pushed him off, hearing him cuss as he cupped his bleeding wound. You grabbed the pastries you had previously dropped on the cold pavement and ran as fast as you could to the hotel.
Once there, you breathed in and out, slowing down the rate of it before delivering a gentle knock to the room Arthur was sleeping in. He did not need to know about this. Not now. To your surprise, the door was opened almost immediately, Arthur greeting you with half-shut eyes and scruffy bed hair.
“Where were ya?” He asked, watching you enter the room.
“Just got us some breakfast.” You smiled, not facing him. The squared table near the window is where you headed to, placing the bag on it before seating yourself on a chair next to it.
Arthur observed you, recognizing right away that something was up. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked at your neck, which was already starting to bruise heavily.
As if you had noticed, you moved your hair, covering the spot Arthur was looking at. “Join me.” You said softly, making effort to forget about what you had just been through minutes ago.
He looked sceptic yet took a seat across from you. His eyes were scanning all over your features. You were too hectic and frantic, your usual calm demeanor not in the room with your body. “Sweetheart?”
“Yea?” You put one of the croissants in front of him, as you took a tiny bite from your own.
“What’s that bruise on yer neck?”
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#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan x female reader#arthur morgan x reader#paint away#arthur morgan angst#arthur morgan fluff
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Oooh I am so tired of the twinkification of haikyuu characterssss Istg if I see one more fanart of Ushijima where he looks like the love interest of a shoujou anime, and is lean/skinny I'm gonna actually scream wth guys he's beefy he's MUSCULAR he is a professional athlete and is like 6"4 I keep seeing fanarts where he has more of Tendou's physique and it bothers me sm like I always see fanart of him and I don't recognize its him cause he's so skinny and I'm like "Who is that? He's wearing the Shiratori- Oh my God, that's not Ushijima, is it????" And then I check the tags, and it is, and I'm like ???? Like, I'm all for drawing characters according to your headcanons, but Ushijima??? Lean??? And I'll go on Pinterest to get ship stuff bc it's less organized and lowkey easier to find stuff since it's just pictures, yk? But I'll look at it, and it's all that weird ass 2000s-2010s artstyle. Take Tsukihina, for example, and Hinata looks like a child. Like Tsukishima is HUGE, and Hinata is TINY!! Their height difference is not that big. And I feel like a lot of it is from comics or doujinshi, and the style just looks like it's from something R rated ykwim???? Like all of it is just helpless baby Hinata 🥺🥺 and his huge tall 'alpha' bf Tsukishima who hates everybody but him. Like they just take random characters and twinkify them; they make them overtly feminine for no reason and it makes me sooo madddd I am sick of fuckin Thumbelina Hinata and Levi Ackerman Ushijima make it stop!!!! OR THE OPPOSITE WHERE THEY MAKE RANDOM CHARACTERS SUPER DOMINANT AND SEXY AND WEIRD BC 1 THEY ALWAYS USE THE HIGH SCHOOL VERSIONS OF THEM AND 2 THEY ARE FUCKING LOSERS AND NERDS THEYRE NOT CALLING A GODDAMN SOUL "BABYGIRL 🫦😩" THEY ARE CALLING EACH OTHER MORONS AND INSULTINF THEIR HAIRCUTS **edit, I just wanted to add that all the fanarts I see of the popular characters, e.g ushijima, atsumu/osamu, oikawa, etc, all have the same exact face toooo, And I actually HATE the kind of art where people make them *so* buff they look like a Jojo or DBZ character,, someone who reblogged brought that up a bit and REALLL I hate it. And this is kinda irrelevant, but I think people also forget that people's body types change over time. Changing a characters body type (at least according to the character/source) should be fine, as that's what happens as you age. A character from an apocalypse show probably isn't gonna be super buff, but rather lean bc yes they are technically working out in the fact that they are traveling a lot and idk like killing zombies or whatever the basis for the show is, but there's also gonna be a loss of food yk, so they'd still be rather skinny. And that'd be the case for any body type. A high schooler isn't gonna have the same body as an adult, and people don't usually account for that, which is fine, I'm not saying anybody has to because it's such a small thing usually, but it's just a small pet peeve of mine. (I want a muscular post time skip Osamu with some chubbiness so bad he loves to eat, but he does still like working out. I just know that man has some chub on his stomach and I want it 😩😩)
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#hinata shouyou#hinata shoyo#hq hinata#ushijima wakatoshi#haikyuu ushiwaka#hq ushijima#tendou satori#tsukihina#tsukkihina#tsukishima kei#hq tsukishima
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Another great day of saving the sharks.
Intro (Mer-creaters explained)
Chapter 1 <- You are here
There Are Many Benefits To Being A Marine Biologist. One of which you enjoy is studying Mer-creaters at Cove Research Aquariums.
Chapter 1
A Ray of Sunshine~
The Sun is shining in the clear blue sky and the sea is calm and still, it looks like glass as your company speed boat glides across it. Despite the lovely day a sinking feeling sits in your stomach. It's such a sheer contrast to yesterday's awful storm.
But that wasn't the only part of the problem worrying you. One of the Tagged Mer-creatures in your wildlife research project their location had flagged up. A Celestial Solar hadn't moved from his spot for a few hours. There was no known Lunar in the location either. That was a dangerous situation alone but not just that but there were known to be several underwater cave systems in these locations.
Solars don't do well in the dark. You knew you had to act quickly. It was an all-hands-on-deck situation. You were usually the one to stay at the research Aquarium keeping track of the Mers you already housed, but as a Celestial expert, your expertise was needed. He could be injured or worse. The best case scenario is the location tag had fallen off in the storm and drifted off… that was a risk you weren't willing to take. It would be good to retrieve the location tag to fix up and reuse so if that's all it was it wouldn't be a complete waste of a trip. I mean the expenses to make a journey out here probably outweigh the cost of a tag by a lot. But you could not risk losing a specimen like this, not when their numbers in the wild are dwindling.
The boat comes to a halt. You're right above the locator. You and the crew gear up. Making sure your O2 tanks are full and hooked up properly, then double checking your closed circuit communicators are connected and finally slipping on your full mask.
You then take the plunge, you flop backwards into the water, bubbles surround each of you. You're a skilled diver, training like this comes with the job and you've dived plenty of times into the tanks to clean them, you may have only had the chance to dive in the wild a handful of times and only once have you had any experience with cave diving and that was with an expert instructor, you really hope you don't have to go into a cave.
Your team quickly scatters looking around in the sand and among the rocks for a bright red tag.
You sift through some sand by some of the rocks. You'd never been in this location before but supposedly there were caves here somewhere, you don't see any openings in the rocks.
“I don't see anything here.” One of your coworkers yells. Their voice echoing through your mask. That was a sensation You'd have to get used to, usually when diving you use a standard rebreather and those have no mics but for a possible rescue mission with the possibility of caves communication was key, hand signals were not going to cut it.
Your other co-workers all chime in their searched locations before moving to the next. As you inch closer to the rocks you hear something. Whether it was a boat, general ocean obeisance or something else you can't be sure. It leads you closer to the rocks.
A strangled gargle of a cry strikes a panic.
“I think I found him!” You hurriedly swim closer to the sound. Your co-workers swarm in your direction. You swim around looking for gaps in the rocks or just something you then spot a pile of rubble by an otherwise seemingly normal rock. The cry sounds again accompanied by scratches and a soft dull thud. On Closer inspection a small hole in the rock can be seen, a small ray of light hitting a bright yellow something. You look through the hole as your team inspects the area.
All you see is yellow before a bright blue eye shifts looking straight at you through the hole. You jump back in surprise as two claws poke out the gap scratching at the rock.
“He's in here.” You exclaim. Bringing your team closer again. “These rocks must have trapped him.” As many divers as can fit around the pile of rubble start to carefully move rocks out of the way. You scan over the area.
“I'm going to look for another entry point.”
Some of your team advises against it. But another cry sounds through the ocean. You can't sit here and let this wonderful creature suffer.
“Screw it!” You swim off checking the rocks for other entrances against your team's protests and your own better judgment.
Finally, you find a you sized hole… well only just, you hope for the best and that it doesn't get narrower inside. You secure a guideline to a nearby rock, in case you have to turn back it should come in handy as long as you don't get tangled that is. You also make sure the light on your mask is working. Now the hole is just a little tight so you have to unclip your O2 tank so the rocks don't scrape and damage it. Holding said tank in front of you, you squeeze into the gap in the rocks. Thankfully it is indeed more spacious inside. You carefully re-attach your tank to your back and set off, grabbing your extra torch from your belt since it's so dark. You almost forgot to notify your team. Oops.
“I'm in.” You exclaim.
Another round of protests chime through your speaker. Along with very valid concerns about whether or not you know what you're doing or where you're going. You continue anyway, you have to help this Solar. You weave your way through the caves hoping you're going in the right direction. You definitely don't hit a dead end or two for sure.
You finally see a slight yellow glow in the distance. The scratches and cries get louder as you get closer. You cautiously approach, being careful not to spook the already very stressed mer.
“I've found him.” You whisper.
You turn your mic and speaker off as confused cheers chime through.
“Hey…there” you speak as softly as you can. “New friend.”
His head turns abruptly to watch you with a slight hiss.
“It's ok.” You shine the light towards him in hopes it will give him some comfort. Solars thrive in the light. He leans towards the light, and that's when you notice the rocks crushing his poor tail. With the light on him, you can now identify him as a lemon shark. His smooth yellow skin and distinct shape give it away. His eyes soften, feeling calmer you hope as you inch closer. You need to have a look at that tail. You move a rock or two but It's well and truly stuck in those collapsed rocks, that ruins your plan to guide him to the second exit. You suppose if he wasn't trapped he probably would have found the exit himself, they're definitely smarter than that.
Perhaps he'd chosen this cave to hide away from the night when the storm hit or maybe the strong waves a tides had swept him away and trapped him here. Whatever the case you needed to get him free quickly. He's definitely going to need to come back to the Aquarium for medical reasons, not only his tail but you'll need to assess his stress levels, Celestials especially Solars are very sensitive to stress. Your team kept digging as you comforted the mer creature. The single ray of light still shining through the rocks was your only signal of hope that there was an outside to this dark cave.
You did eventually reconnect your communication device.
“I'm not dead yet in case anyone was wondering.” You chuckle.
“We were beginning to wonder.”
“We've almost gotten this rubble moved, how is the situation in there?”
“He's well and truly stuck.” You reply, “So be careful with those last rocks.” You hold the light steady pointing it at him still. “Other than that we're doing fine, My O2 is at half and everything else seems good.”
“Half? Ours have only lost a quarter.” Someone chimes.
You look behind to see a small stream of bubbles seeping from your tank slowly. “Oh…”
“You didn't did you?”
“Yep…”
There is nothing you can do about it but wait. At this rate, it would take you longer to navigate back through the cave than it would to run out of air… you hope your team can dig faster than you can swim.
You feel something brush against your arm. You look over to see the Solar's arm slowly wrap around yours before he full-on hugs your arm. He's scared. You tap his hand with your free one in hopes of reassuring him. You'd spare him some comforting words but he probably wouldn't understand and you can't really afford the air.
You hear the scraping and digging from behind the rubble. No light is yet to peek through the wall it's more than a little worrying. Your tank is already down to a quarter left and it's draining fast. You just hope your team can hurry it up.
“We're almost there I swear.”
And other assurances come through the speaker but you barely hear them over the sinking feeling and your pounding heart. You have to just believe in them. You watch as the gauge slowly empties like it's a timer. Your slight panic causes it to run out faster. Maybe this was a bad idea and you should have listened to your team.
You look over to the sea monster beside you. No this was a good choice, anything to save him.
He's going to need a name you look around thinking. No Cave, Rock and Torch are definitely bad names… you think some more. The glistening of light spilling from the gap in the rock above sparks inspiration. Ray, you'll call him Ray, a Ray of sunshine. You smile, it's perfect.
Finally, you spot some light through the wall of rubble. Your tank is getting low… you check just as the gauge hits 0. There's nothing left to breathe and all you can do is hold your breath. You're not sure you're going to make it back to the surface at this rate.
A shovel and several hands shift the last few rocks and before you can make a move and attempt to reach some air, something wraps around you and almost at super speed you're lifted to the surface and suddenly air hits your face as your mask is flung aside. You take a big gasp of air as the grip around you is loosened. You can't help but smile. A mer creature no Ray just saved your life. You sigh as you turn to see him.
“How did you even know that's what I needed?” You shake your head in disbelief.
His only reply is a tilt of his head.
“We should get you checked out. I'm sorry about this.” You sigh as a small whistle sounds through the water.
Protocol dictates all injured Mer-creatures be tranquillized and taken back for observation. It's a shame but it's the safest way and the best for them. Your teammates help you haul his scaly butt onto the boat and into the very small tank, it's basically Bathtub sized and barely fits him but it will do. His tail pokes out and that's just perfect because you're going to need to treat it anyway.
You start with a splash of methylene blue to disinfect and protect against bacteria. You wish you could bandage the wound but it's pretty hard to keep a bandage on a fish. All you can do is wait until you can get him to the nursing tank.
Once back a coworker had thankfully gotten the tank ready for a saltwater shark, setting the temperatures and balancing the pH, salt levels and everything just right. They had though left the medications for you to sort. This wasn't your first rodeo so you get to work. You add in an unholy amount of stress coat + and some tonic salts to keep those stress levels as low as possible, the methylene blue on his tail should be a sufficient amount. Now to wait until he wakes up.
You're extremely worried about the fact he has no Luna, all Celestials come in pairs of Solars and Lunas for a reason, it keeps them safe in the wild and reduces stress in captivity. You've already looked on the Aquarium equivalent of eBay and no one has a Luna to spare. You look over to Ray just sleeping there in his medicated tank. You let out a sigh just as your supervisor enters the room.
“Something worrying you.”
“Sorry Kai, just worried about Ray.” You gesture to the tank in front of you.
“You've already named him?”
“Yeah… there was a ray of light in the cave and I mean we always name our Celestials after something Sun or moon related so yeah. He's a Ray of sunshine…” A slightly nervous giggle escapes you.
“Good to know…” he hums. “We do need to talk though.” He looks over to the Celestial in the tank, a hint of worry in his eyes. “Mind joining me in my office.”
“Sure.” You stand from your seat at the aqua clinic's desk.
You follow him to his office, it's as immaculate as always only a few pieces of paperwork litter his desk and his marine trinkets are neatly arranged on his bookcase.
You take a seat and so does he. You're starting to get a little nervous as you look across his desk at him.
“I'm starting to get worried about your recklessness.” He sighs.
“Don't worry I am too.” You scratch the back of your head.
“Do you know why we don't get close to the Mer-creatures?”
You nod. “Yes sir, because of the incident several years ago, where a girl got too close to the Mer she was handling, they were teaching said Luna to speak and evaluate his intelligence when another coworker upset her the next day he was found floating in the Mer tank. This story is drilled into us during our MERine biology training sir.” You recite.
“Well.” He sighs yet again. “We're worried this Solar has imprinted on you and is a danger to all of us.”
You try to swallow a lump in your throat… as the expert, you should have seen this coming.
“What are you going to do?”
“Well they're endangered so we can't get rid of him which no one here would want anyway.”
A small sigh of relief escapes you.
“So I had a call with the Aquatic Mer-creature research council… and they have agreed and suggested you become this Mer-creatures sole caretaker. I know it sounds crazy but they're certain it would be less of a danger to you than it would be to all the other staff.”
You nod not entirely sure what to say.
He continues. “This has also opened up an opportunity if you'll take the risks seriously they have agreed to let you test the subject more closely and personally and if you'd like you may even attempt to communicate with the sea monster…” he says hesitantly.
You gasp. “What? Really?”
He nods. “The council deems this a good opportunity to further these studies. They believe Fazbear Zoos and Aquariums Inc. were a sketchy business at best and think Cove Research Aquariums could better provide this research safely. They're eager to see your results if you're up for the task.”
It's a lot to take in. They'll let you research mer intelligence and communications.
“That's… amazing.” You chime.
He shakes his head. “I knew you'd say something like that.”
“We would just like you to sign this contract saying that we're not liable for any injuries during your research. It just means Cove Aquariums won't lose their research license if something were to go wrong.”
You nod as you read over the paper he hands you.
All checks out it's just as he said, it makes sure the company doesn't get in legal trouble if you were to get hurt but it also states that if any other employees were to be injured or worse you and the company wouldn't be liable for any damages and the company insurance would still cover minor work-related injuries it quite the deal. Seems almost too good to be true. Oh, there is a section stating this research has to be kept top secret so other companies don't get the same idea…
You nod as you finish reading through there's a lot on here for one page.
Kai then offers you a pen. “You know you don't have to if you don't want to.”
You nod. “But I kinda do want to.” You shoot him a smile as you accept the pen. “Can you imagine the research we could accomplish this way? Truly learn how the brain of a Solar works.” You sign your signature where directed.
Not to mention how you could be friends with a Mer-creature! The closest thing to a mermaid yet to be discovered? Your childhood self would be so proud and your inner child is filled with glee.
“No more questions?”
“When can I start?” You smile.
#fnaf sb#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sun and moon#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#Another great day of saving the sharks#mersun#mermoon#mer may#fic#might add this to Ao3 eventually
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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART THIRTEEN]
-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-
⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Reader doesn't know what to do about the kiss. Selina might help.
⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) He's fallen harder. Selina's tweaking. No Jervis this chapter. Reader is STRESSING. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. They are in love guys everyone shhh. Reader is just being a little silly. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.
⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest @frenchfryqueen69
⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - 'PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN' - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, - 'PART TEN, - 'PART ELEVEN, - 'PART TWELVE, - 'PART THIRTEEN,
♫ “And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do. I'd run away and hide with you.” Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood
You leave the room with a small exhale. You still feel him. The taste of his lips, the grip he held on you. Tight. Like you would slip away at any second. It was excruciating to leave. Horrible idea. Now all you can do is think about him. The look in his eyes, the feeling of the fire. You're pacing around your room.
God, kissing Mr. Tetch was probably revenge enough on your father. Stop, stop, stop. Don't feel guilty. Your thoughts are a million a minute, and you can't help but flop on the bed.
"You okay?" A voice calls, taking you out from your thoughts. Selina's back, to do her nightly check-up. You heave a breath.
"Yeah, fine." You can feel her piercing gaze on you, looking you up and down.
"You're such a liar. What the hell did that freak do?" She says, and you feel you're heart tighten at the mention of Mr. Tetch.
"Don't call him that." You say, beside yourself. You can see her baffled expression transform into a scoff. She clicks her tongue and throws her hands up.
"Um, okay? Are you insane? He tried to kill you." She tuts. She can see right through you.
"So?"
"So?" She repeats, staring at you like you're stupid. "Please don't tell me you're starting to warm up to him?"
More then that, you think. You kissed him.
"I don't know," You speak, truthfully.
"You don't know. Yeah, you're an idiot." Her words carry a bite. If Selina's this angry, you can't seem to imagine how angry your father will be. Shouldn't that make you happy? You swallow and twiddle your thumbs. You sigh into the pillows.
You motion Selina to sit down with you, and she shoots you a look, before sitting down.
"He's not horrible. He's kind of nice."
Before Selina can state the obvious 'he tried to shoot you!' you manage to fire back in time.
"AND...who cares? Selina- listen to me. Tabitha and my mom have shot at each other. So have my dad and mom! And Tabitha and Butch...god, you've tried to push Bruce off a roof a few times!"
Her expression flushes at the mention of Bruce, before it darkens underneath your stare.
"Those are all romantic examples." She notes, and you don't quite understand what she means, until it clicks. Every example you picked, the people were romantically connected. She noticed. "Holy shit." She speaks in a whisper, eyes widening. You hold in a breath.
"Selina-"
"EW. Gross!" She immeadiatley whisper-yells, and you shove a hand over her mouth. You two fight for a second before she pins you on the bed. "He's old enough to be your dad!"
You roll your eyes. Selina scoffs. You stay silent underneath her scrutinizing gaze, not sure if you should be offended or take note of what she's saying. Either way, it feels good to finally tell someone, negative reaction or not.
She shoves you lightly, groaning.
"I just don't understand. He wears a top hat." Her tone turns lighter after clearing her throat, trying to make at least an effort to understand. You exhale.
"Yeah yeah. Whatever. He makes me breakfast."
"Wow, your standards."
"Shut up!" You laugh, and you notice the corners of her mouth twitch up.
"So what? You don't want to kill him anymore?" You forgot that's what she thinks you came here for. You bite your lip. Better not to let her know you've been lying about something else, too.
"Yeah. Basically. I've kind of just been staying with him."
"Pfft. You think he's caught on to your school girl crush?"
Images of the kiss flash in your head. The way he traveled down from your jaw, to the nape of your neck. The way he gently tugged on your hair and groaned into your lips.
"I don't know. I don't think so." You lie through your teeth. Damn it.
"Good. He's a creeper."
"Watch it."
She puts her hands up in mock defense.
"You know, you're going to have to come back to the club eventually. Tabitha's going crazy. Barbara too. They miss you. Butch misses his drinking buddy too, or whatever. He's been more depressed then usual."
You cringe, and you sigh.
"I don't want my dad to know I'm alive." The words come out before you have a chance to stop them. She furrows her eyebrows. "I mean, how do I even explain where I've been?"
"You come up with some lie. Just...come back. Let them know you're okay. You know they can keep a secret from Gordon of all people. They'd do anything for you."
You feel warmth bloom in your chest, a strange squeeze of affection for your mother, Tabitha, and Butch. Maybe it's time you stop reminiscing on what your family could've been...and start talking to the family you have.
You nod to Selina, sighing.
"I'll come by tomorrow. I promise. Thank you for keeping this a secret."
Selina clicks her tongue.
"Whatever. I just don't want you to try and kill me."
You send her a grin, and try to shove her off the mattress again. You briefly wonder what Mr. Tetch will have to say tomorrow.
#gotham#x reader#gotham x reader#batman#batman rogues#batman rouges gallery#gotham villains x reader#batman x reader#dc comics#jervis tetch x reader#jervis tetch#the mad hatter dc#the mad hatter x reader#gotham jervis tetch#jervis tetch gotham#jervis tetch imagine#fic series#the mad hatter#gotham mad hatter#mad hatter#dc mad hatter
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decided to go looking for the video essay these tags are talking about.
it's this one, btw, if you'd like to check it out. i highly recommend it as it brings up some salient points as to why the slashed budget and subsequent move from Hollywood studios to New Zealand change the writing and composition of the show from utilizing more wide shots to show off New Zealand's nature as a means to drive interest in tourism.
i wanted to check out the line these tags are talking out "Izzy says it's his job to manage Ed's moods" and then moves on.
this is not the right line and not the right read of what this reviewer was talking about. what the video essayist says is "Izzy's job, as Izzy describes it, is to manage Edward's erratic moods and thus assuage and protect Edward's crew."
the video does a good job at talking about how misplaced and misused Izzy's arc is in the show with other commentators echoing how they'd wished Izzy had remained this vestige of toxic masculinity within the lens of piracy to then be killed off. because why go through all this effort of giving Izzy an arc of redemption and acceptance and using him as a literal metaphor of the spirit of the ship (the unicorn figurehead) then to kill him off? there seem to be too many metaphors in this kitchen methinks
i could go on but i'd probably just be rehashing what the video already said, so again. highly recommend people check it out.
#ofmd#ofmd critical#our flag means death#tagging it as crtiical because i know a lot of people don't like to hear about s2 criticism#totally fine and fair#but if you're going to hate on a piece of criticism#idk maybe include the actual quote#especially since this person is saying that this is IZZY'S OPINION#AS IZZY DESCRIBES IT#can't wait to be called a canyon again lol
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Reverie of Reveria/I Can Hear the Sound of Happiness (English translation)
I remember seeing something about a Fantasy Life Switch game a few months ago, but I haven’t seen any news about it since. I hope it’s not stuck in dev hell. The 3DS game was one of my favorites as a child, and the credits song made me cry lol.
Speaking of that song, I translated it! There’s already one translation floating around online, but I think some of the subjects are reversed? So I decided to also try. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong.
Artist: Nana Yanase
Music: Nobuo Uematsu
Lyrics: Akihiro Hino
As long as you credit me (lunari162), you’re free to use this translation. You are also welcome to make edits for accuracy.
I can hear it, your voice
I wake up in the morning light
and I can hear the sounds of the town
Today, too, another day begins to fly by
When I lifted my head and looked at the sky,
I found a round panda-shaped cloud
The warmth I always felt
on my hand touching your cheek,
that lives alongside you*
is the sound of happiness that I hear in this town
I can hear it, your voice
And soon, footsteps are born
A bed with white sheets on top
Someday, I'll dream with you
On the day that I held you in my arms,
teardrops flowed
Both the smile and the crying face that you showed me
are the sound of happiness that I hear in this town
Floating in the sky, on the other side of the moon,**
I was watching
A hope that faces the future
is the sound of happiness that I hear in this town
Tonight, the star of happiness shines***
*this line might mean “(the warmth) of living together with you” instead, but I don't think it does because it doesn't have ことの. I'm not 100% certain, though, so I'm sharing both interpretations
**could also be translated as “on the other side of the moon that floats in the sky.” I'm not sure if 空に浮かぶ refers to the singer (who I've always assumed to be Yuelia) or the moon
***literally “the star of happiness will fall.” 星降る夜 is a common phrase meaning that the night sky is full of stars, so I went with that idea instead
#lyrics translation#japanese to english#fantasy life#nintendo 3ds#level 5#nobuo uematsu#akihiro hino#nana yanase#やなせなな#日野晃博#植松伸夫#きこえるよ しあわせの音#reverie of reveria#i can hear the sound of happiness#all these tags... that are probably checked by no one#fantasy life was always painfully underrated
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#was looking for some fics with these two#I imagine this is one of their first interactions and Hunter is already fed up with Darius#but Darius is just trying to get to know the successor of his mentor and check if he's at least a little bit capable of doing his job#he's also a little weirded out by the similarity between these two#basically I imagine Darius gave him a couple of vibe checks that Hunter had failed#and Hunter takes it as questoning his place in the coven#god darius design is so pink and awful#it's so jover uni starts tommorow#it's like the most boring drawing ever but I'm just still in my I have to get better at backgrounds era#and also if I'll draw 100 awful things I get a decent one eventually#it's like inktober but lasts your whole life and devours your soul in the process#no caption just pure tags now I understand those few people who keep reblogging all my tags cuz I give all the fucking context there#there's probably like 10 things I would spot tommorow that would fix the drawing a whole bunch but I just ...don't want to ig#the owl house#sheerak#the golden guard#darius deamonne#hunter toh#toh hunter#hunter deamonne#toh fanart#the owl house fanart#dadrius#not yet but#you guys most fellow toh fanartists moved on and fanart fiona and cake but I keep brainrotting the same stuff over and over#good old toh trashpile
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fem sanji + fem zolusan (monster trio)
ive been in a very fem character mood recently and idk what it is but i need to draw her at least 5 more times before it goes away
#zolusan#sanji op#zoro op#luffy op#monster trio#monkey d luffy#roronoa zoro#black leg sanji#zosanlu#sb’s art#digital art#one piece#one piece posting#fem sanji#fem luffy#fem zoro#think i have all my sorting tags in here but idk man im too tired to check#anyways i want sanji so badly guys#so i will project onto zosanlu or whatever#might probably draw fem law at somepoint soon cause ouhggggg
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House M.D. but it's when a character says the name of the episode
#house md#prince's talk tag#flashing#repitition#so as i was watching this show i noticed they'd say the episode title in the episode#so i wanted to see how many times they did it#the people on livejournal who made transcripts of the episodes are my saviors and without them this would of been so much harder to do#thank you all for your service and i hope wherever you all are you're having a great day#sometimes they would use a variation of the word like in the episode poison they would say 'poisoned' or 'poisoning'#i did not include those instances#there was an instance in 'merry little christmas' where they do play the song in the show#but since ella fitzgerald was not a character in the show i did not include it#where as in the episode 'joy to the world' the students are singing it in the concert so i did include that#i apologize for the tonal whiplash when you get to that part but it did make me laugh#one of the times kutner says 'locked in' is overshadowed by the POTW's voice over but i assure you he says it and thats why its in there#out of the main characters from the one who said the title the most to least are#House > Foreman > Wilson > Chase > Cuddy > Adams > Cameron and Taub > Kutner > Thirteen and Park#this took a bit to do lolol its probably been done already but i wanted my own#there is a chance im missing some on technicalities but idc. im fine with this#there are two more i wanna do but with a character saying another character's name but ill do that some other time#EDIT: When I was making this video I was unaware that the Pilot episode went by two names: 'Pilot' and 'Everybody Lies'#Basically everywhere I looked the first episode was only referred to by 'Pilot'#which I found weird bc i remember seeing somewhere that the last episode was paired with the first episode in terms of title#but i couldn't find hard proof so I decided to leave it out at the time#well i checked again last night and yea the pilot IS also called Everybody Lies so I updated the video#I also think it goes well with the fact that House does say 'Everybody Dies' in the finale so another reason to fix it#AND he says it without Wilson while he and Wilson say the title of the pilot sooooo yea hehehehehe
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