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Tea prompts; Daryl Dixon

You can find the original prompt post here!

These are really fun! Let me know if there are any other characters you’d like to see!

Warning: none! This is completely SFW! (Surprising I know, but I love soft Daryl!)

A/n: F!reader! I know I usually make my works GN, so I apologize in advance, but this is very AFAB leaning, I hope you can still enjoy!

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Lemon tea; What are mornings like with them?

Groggy is probably the best word to describe it. Daryl wakes up at the crack of dawn— ready at start the day and get moving as soon as his eyes open.

He’s going to try his best not to wake you, he loves to watch the twitch of your eyelashes and the peaceful look on your face. Though— sometimes— even being as quiet as he possibly can, the lack of warmth beside you wakes you anyways.

Those are the days where he decides to crawl next to you again, running his fingers through your hair and trying his damndest to lure you back to sleep.

He doesn’t want you to face the world and he doesn’t want that peaceful look in your face to disappear once you open your eyes.

He always leaves a kiss on your forehead, whispering sweet nothings into your ears before departing. His raspy morning voice always creating a bubble around you, like a soft blanket from your childhood, wrapping you tight.

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Peppermint tea; What do they get exited about?

Surprisingly enough, it doesn’t take much to get Daryl excited.

He’s skeptical of everything and he doesn’t trust anyone, but one good dinner, one good catch or a warm, perfectly tempered, night is just enough to make him forget all the bad in the world for a few seconds.

Food especially gets him going. He’s become a sort of provider— he’s good at what he does and he takes pride in his ability to feed those he cares about. If it’s a good meal, one that has people patting him on the back, he’s going to get a little giddy.

And outwardly he may not show it— too embarrassed to display how absolutely amazing he feels— but inside he’s chucking his heels in victory.

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Chamomile tea; What is their sleep schedule like? Does it change around their s/o?

Daryl doesn’t have much of a sleep schedule.

He prefers being awake and alert when you’re on the road, and can go days without a wink and still be able to function perfectly fine. (Albeit a bit more grumpy and reserved)

He’s also a light sleeper, any noise, dangerous or otherwise, can wake him up in the blink of an eye.

If there’s a safe place to stay— such as the prison or Alexandria— he sleeps like a baby. Never a full eight hours, but five or six get the job done well enough.

With you that doesn’t change much.

If you’re on the road together he prefers to stay awake the entire time. If you wanted to stand guard to allow him to sleep he’d definitely fight you on it—claiming he wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you were out there by yourself. (even if he was only a couple feet away)

When you’re together in a safer environment, with a bed and walls to protect you, he sleeps a bit deeper. The sound of a pin dropping wouldn’t wake him, so long as your warm body is pressed against him he’s content— he’s safe and he knows you are too.

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Earl grey tea; How did they court their s/o?

Courting is a strong word— much too strong for how Daryl and you became a couple.

He did nice things for you, finding and giving you things he thought you would enjoy whenever he went on runs. But he never let himself truly feel that unfamiliar pull of affection.

Truly, he didn’t believe that he could protect you or that he deserved you at all.

It didn’t take long for the others no notice. You were always on the back of Daryl’s bike, he was always gifting you fun rocks and he’d somehow always manage to find your favorite candy on runs.

He didn’t court you— he simply gave more of himself to you than anyone else— until eventually you got the hint.

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Milk tea; what are their kisses like?

Kisses with Daryl have phases.

Sometimes, he gives you short pecks, tingling your face with the scratch of his beard for only a millisecond before pulling away.

Sometimes they’re deep, enthusiastic, and oh so full of life. Harsh presses full of static— he wraps his arms around you and swings you around— completely unwilling to let go, uncaring of who’s watching or what anyone will think.

And sometimes, his kisses feel like a waterfall, so delicate and beautiful. These kisses are full of passion, they thrive in the moment and they prove to the both of you that— you are alive— and you’re alive together.

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Coffee; Do they get jealous easily? How do they show it?

Yes and no. Daryl doesn’t really care what you do, who you hang around or how you act— in the grand scheme of things he’s probably the most lax partner you could ever have.

However, he does fear for others impact on you. In his mind— if someone were to tell you that he wasn’t good enough— maybe you’d believe them. Maybe passing comments and disgusted looks would drive you away from him.

He trusts you— mind body and soul— but in doing so he also fears his trust.

He’s jealous in the way— where if someone were to make a move on you, touch you in a way he didn’t like— he’d talk to you about it first. He values your opinion, even if that opinion could hurt him in the end.

If you were uncomfortable, if you also didn’t like the way you were touched— he’d skin that fucker alive.

He has his outburst sometimes— where maybe a comment was just too much for him to handle— if he was already having a shitty day and it was just the cherry on top— nothing could hold him back.

He’s not the loud redneck that came for everyone’s throats in the beginning— but that part of him still lingers, and he’s not afraid to show his bark and his bite of the situation calls for it. Especially when it comes to his woman.

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Rosehip tea; How romantic are they? How do they show affection?

Daryl’s a clumsy romantic. He’s going to try— of course he is— but that doesn’t mean he’s good at it.

He’ll bring you flowers and knickknacks, cook your favorite meal whenever he’s able— and he gives the best neck and back massages in town.

But in all honesty— he has absolutely no idea what he’s doing. He’s running on pure instinct, on what he thinks a girl would want. Just give him patience, give him time to understand you as an individual.

He’s interested in whatever hobbies you’ve managed to keep with you through it all— he wants to learn about you but he’s afraid to ask questions.

He’s touch starved, so once he’s comfortable enough he’s going to start holding you. Whether it be your hand, your thigh, or even an arm slugged around your shoulders.

All in all, he’s going to struggle, he’s going to mess up and he may even fight you on it— but he’s still going to do his best, because that’s what he thinks you deserve.

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Black tea; What do they look for in a person?

Daryl stopped looking for a person a long time ago. When he was looking, all he really wanted was someone willing to care for him— someone he could trust.

He’s never cared much about looks, body type or even hygiene. Just a girl he could love and a girl who would love him in return.

Never in his life has he felt worthy— and he craves that feeling of validation so badly. All he really wants is someone who will stick by his side through anything and everything— someone who can look past his rough persona without him breaking it down himself.

He wants to be seen without worrying about being perceived.

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Pomegranate tea; At what point did they know they lived their s/o?

It didn’t take long.

When it sunk in for him— when he truly realized that he had it, and that he had it bad. It was after he heard you laugh for what felt like the first time.

Being on the road and fighting for survival— there really wasn’t much room for laughter, joy or anything remotely positive. For months all anyone had done was keep their heads down, praying for a moment of clarity.

Once you had taken over the prison, that first night camped outside in the grass, you had laughed. Looking back he couldn’t remember why you were laughing, he couldn’t remember what joke was told or what amusing thing you may have seen.

But he does remember that twinkle in your eye, the way your nose scrunched up and the fullness in your cheeks. He remembers the sound of your laugh, so calming and innocent— so addictive and contagious.

After that, he couldn’t look at you the same anymore. All he could see was that scene replaying on memory like a scratched record doomed to repeat.

It gave him more than enough reason to keep going, and he decided then and there that his life’s mission would be to see that scene as many times as possible.

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Matcha tea; How and when do they propose to their s/o?

As stated above— Daryl’s a clumsy romantic.

The longer the two of you are together, the more he’s going to realize just how much he wants it to last forever. (Or whatever time left the two of you have)

The way he would go about it wouldn’t be necessarily ‘correct’, he wouldn’t have a ring or a speech lined up— and he definitely wouldn’t ask you if you wanted to be ‘Mrs. Dixon’.

You’d probably make a joke about being his wife— claiming something along the lines of ‘happy wife happy life’, more to make yourself laugh than anything else.

He would brood over it, mumble some things under his breath and continue on— but he’d keep that little joking phrase in the back of his mind.

Then, in Alexandria— when it comes time for introductions— he’d beat you to it, calling you his wife and telling the townsfolk to stay the fuck away from you.

And from that point on— regardless of legality— you become husband and wife.

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Chai tea; How do they spice up their relationship?

There isn’t much to do in regards of spicing up a relationship, especially at the end of the world.

However, Daryl always makes it a point to take you away from it all.

He designates spots for just the two of you no matter where the group may be. He’ll go on runs by himself just go he can find a quiet place for the two of you.

Sometimes it’s a field of wild flowers, other times it’s just a clearing in between a couple large trees— but it’s always something, and it’s always just for you.

No place is ever going to be entirely secure and safe, and he knows that, but if he can make even a little space of heaven for you— he always does— no matter how long he has to search for it.

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Hibiscus tea; What’s their favorite place to take their s/o?

It’s not so much a place as it is an activity— but he loves to hunt with you.

Going out into the great outdoors, looking for game and just spending quality time with you.

Growing up, hunting trips were the only way he got to see the soft side of his father, and it was a huge point of relation between Merle and him as well. So being able to share that with you, even if it’s not something you would normally do on your own, it’s his absolute favorite thing.

In the times we’re he’s hunting with you, separate from the group as he’s following the trail of whatever animal is closest— it almost feels like he’s back in the old world again. Free from abuse and bad decisions— he feels normal. He feels content.

And when you’re by his side, he feels as though anything is possible.

—

Green tea; How do they comfort their s/o?

Daryl’s way of comforting, is story telling. He, as a person, has experienced many things in his life— before and after the collapse.

He wants you to know, whether you’re angry, sad or just frustrated, that you aren’t alone. He comforts with comparisons and large bear hugs. He’ll whisper stories from times lost and hold you so close you can feel his heart thumping as if it were in your own chest.

He doesn’t pride himself on his comforting abilities, it’s not something he ever had to worry much about— but with you— truly all he wants is to see you smile again.

He’s okay with making a fool out of himself just to see you crack a smirk, he’s okay with hugging you and holding you close for weeks at a time if that’s what you need— he’s okay with hurting anyone who’s wronged you and he’s okay with helping you seek revenge.

Daryl doesn’t care what it takes— words, jokes or violence— he will do anything so long as you feel better in the end.

—

Russian caravan tea; How experienced are they with relationships?

Not at all. Daryl has had flings, one night stands and maybe even a friend with benefits at one point or another. But a real genuine relationship, to be loved and love in return— it’s completely new to him.

He has no basis for what to do or what to expect, his mother and father weren’t exactly lovey dovey for the time they were together. Merle never had a girl of his own, treating women as nothing more than play things whenever he could get his hands on one.

He’s completely lost, and he’s too embarrassed to ask anyone else for advice. It’s trial and error! And he hopes— with everything in him— that you don’t mind how truly clueless he can be.

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English breakfast tea; Would they want a family?

The short answer is yes— Daryl wants a family.

The long answer however, is that he’s terrified of what having a family would entail. He wants to have a child with you— he wants— no, he craves— that domestic bliss that he’s only ever felt with you.

He wants to hear the pitter patter of small footsteps running up to him, he wants to be woken up in the middle of the night because of nightmares, he wants to be a father.

But he’s terrified. He’s scared of being just like his own, he’s afraid of losing his temper, he’s afraid of his bad days and what that could mean for someone so small and vulnerable.

He’s scared for you— about what a pregnancy in this world could mean for you and the life you share with him.

He would never ask. Never once would the words ever escape his mouth, forever locked in his mind unable to be free.

If you were to ask however, if you also wanted that kind of life with him— no matter how afraid he may be— he would give it to you.

If you were to fall pregnant without prior discussion, if it were an accident and you were afraid. He would be your rock, doing everything in his power to save you from that darkness.

All Daryl really wants— is to have and experience life with you— no matter what that may entail.

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Rooibos tea; what’s their favorite thing to do with their s/o?

As stated above— Daryl likes to hunt with you, bringing one of the only nice moments from his childhood to the surface and experiencing it with you.

However, besides that— he generally just enjoys being with you.

Holding you close, knowing you’re in his reach— he knows that at any moment you could be taken away from him— so any and every second he spends with you is pure unadulterated bliss.

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missywritesfor7 · 4 months

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Synopsis: It’s long been controversial for idols to date, but idols dating each other can be really beautiful or a complete nightmare. When Yoongi's relationship with another idol is discovered, he decides maybe it’s time to break the taboo and show people it’s ok for idols to date. Instead, they find themselves caught in the midst of one media frenzy after another and struggle to keep their relationship as strong as it had been the past 2 years. Yoongi finds a self destructive way to cope, and it causes even more problems than it solves. As they fight for their relationship and their careers, they discover that sometimes, the only way to truly be free is to let go.

Pairing: idol!Yoongi x idol!OC

Warnings: nsfw, alcoholism, cheating, depression, anxiety, Yoongi goes through a bisexy ho phase, Yoongi is also in his alcoholic phase, post-military BTS

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Ch. 6: Drank

The morning comes quick and Yoongi is awake and getting himself ready for a radio interview they have in 2 hours. He’s been having trouble waking up in the mornings due to his heavy drinking, but this morning he wakes up feeling a bit refreshed for the first time.

He showers, has breakfast, and even takes a bit more time to plan his outfit of the day. It’s nothing special, just ripped jeans and a black t-shirt, but he hadn’t cared what he threw on lately. He didn’t even care if the clothes were clean or not.

When he pulls his jeans out of his suitcase a bracelet falls out. The bracelet Hyeri bought him that’s engraved with “Forever mine. Forever yours.” on it. The bracelet he never took off until he was in a drunken rage after he last spoke to her. The sight of that bracelet sends a sharp pain through Yoongi’s chest. Reading those words burns him to his core.

As if the bracelet wasn’t enough of a sobering reminder of the pain he’s been trying to run away from, his phone buzzes from a few messages.

[Hyeri]: I hope you have a good day today.

[Hyeri]: I love you so much and I’m sorry for all of the shit I’ve put you through.

[Hyeri]: I’ll keep telling you this everyday until I die.

[Hyeri]: Even if you don’t forgive me, can you tell me you’re at least eating well and taking care of yourself?

[Hyeri]: I miss you so much.

She’s been texting him every single day saying the same thing. She’d message him about her day as if her texts to him were entries to her diary. She’d tell him to take care of himself and that she loves him. He’d simply sigh at her message, get pissed that she’s on his mind and has him hurting again, then has a drink to take himself further from reality. Further from being himself, the one very painfully in love.

Despite what Jungkook thought was a successful time last night, he finds himself a little disappointed to smell the bit of alcohol on Yoongi’s breath when they arrived at the radio station. Still, Yoongi doesn’t seem quite as bad as he was before.

They get through the interview without incident. They move to their next appearance at a gallery. Then they check out the venue for the concert and the new stage setup they put together specially for Las Vegas.

Hyeri had been aware of the guys radio appearance. She stayed up late and managed to find a stream that let her listen to the show from Seoul. She just wanted to hear Yoongi’s voice, even if the most talking he did was say his name. She cries listening to the interview, and when it’s over she sends him another text telling him how good they sound on the radio and that she’s proud of them.

Yoongi doesn’t pay much attention to his phone until after they leave the venue and start heading back to the hotel. During the ride he sees the messages from Hyeri and lets out a sigh. Still buzzing a little from a hidden drink he had stashed in his pants, he finally decides to reply to Hyeri.

[Yoongi]: Pretty bold of you to keep texting me when you’re dating someone else. At least that’s what you told the world. What the fuck do you want with me Hyeri? If you went back to not giving a shit and not trying to talk to me then I wouldn’t have such a hard time staying focused out here. I’m trying to get through this tour and you keep texting me like you didn’t rip my heart out of my fucking chest and spit on it in front of the entire fucking world! Why do you think you can keep hurting me like this? I gave you everything and more and this is what I get? Why do you think you can talk to me and say shit like you love me when you don’t?! You’re fucking me up, Hyeri and it pisses me off! Let me get through this fucking tour without thinking about the person who doesn’t give a shit about me! You didn’t care enough to say shit to me before, why the fuck are you acting like you care now?

[Yoongi]: I’m not the person you claim to love anymore. He fucking died the day you decided a lie to boost your career was better than the truth.

In this moment, he means that. The Yoongi she loves is gone. He’s been hurt into hiding with no intention of coming back. What remains is a shell of a man who once knew happiness. The shell of a man who no longer wants to feel.

The guys have the evening to themselves so while they’re doing their own thing they all agreed to have dinner together at a restaurant on the strip later. Yoongi couldn’t get out of going. He knows he would draw much more attention to himself if he didn’t go.

So he sits at the restaurant with his members and managers indulging in the mindless chatter and never ending gossip. He knew at least a few of them would be keeping a close eye on him, so he orders a beer and leaves it at that.

Jungkook told Jin and Namjoon about his dinner with Yoongi the previous night. Although he knows Yoongi is still sneaking drinks, Jungkook still seemed optimistic that maybe he’s not too far gone and just needs to be brought out of his funk. The rest of the guys got together and agreed to try not to say or do anything that would make Yoongi feel like he’s being babysat. And they definitely know not to bring up anything related to Hyeri. Plus the managers don’t know about anything and the last thing they want is for them or anyone else outside of the group to realize Yoongi is going down a dark path.

Yoongi fakes it well. The beer he ordered wasn’t near enough for him, but he didn’t want to take the chance of raising eyebrows if he ordered another. Everyone has been silently taking care of him. Jungkook filling his cup with water from the carafe on the table every time he takes a drink. Jin giving him bites of his food. Hobi keeping the mood light and as joyful as possible. It’s a collective effort from everyone.

Still, Yoongi is starting to feel that urge. He can’t stop thinking about the message he sent Hyeri. She never responded and he knows it’s likely because it’s late in Korea, but for whatever reason he can’t shake the nagging in his mind. Did he finally get her to leave him alone? Was he too harsh? What does he care? She didn’t care about his feelings so why should he care about hers? He hates that he cares so much.

He’s managed to distance himself from the conversation at the table and now he’s mad at himself for letting her occupy his mind again. He’s mad at himself for slipping back into the hopelessly devoted fool who only responded to Hyeri because despite the angry words he sent her, he felt a tinge of joy knowing she listened in to their radio interview. He hates himself so fucking much.

He excuses himself to go to the restroom. He needs a moment to get his mind right again. He stares at himself in the mirror hating what he sees. In the inside pocket of his black jacket he pulls out a bottle of rum that he had a manager get for him. He requested a few bottles of different things under the guise that he would have them shipped back home for friends and family. In reality, the 4 bottles of various liquors are hidden in his suitcase under some of his recording equipment, with a 5th bottle being the one he just pulled out of his jacket. After his message to Hyeri earlier he decided he may need a little assistance to get through the night.

He takes a big swig from the bottle. Then another. And one more for good measure. He gives himself a minute to get recollected but it’s difficult. He takes another drink then decides he needs to step outside for some air.

He goes out a back door that appears to be where the restaurant staff goes for smoke breaks. He stands off to the side in a dark corner hoping no one will notice him if they were to come out that door. There’s lights everywhere, but conveniently none in this particular spot that has a second level of shadowed security thanks to the large dumpster he’s standing next to. He can still see the door, but he’ll have a better chance at ducking and hiding in the shadows if someone came out looking for him.

He takes a few deep breaths waiting for his rum to kick in. He’s been feeling too much like himself and he doesn’t want to. He wants to be numb but his drink isn’t hitting fast enough for his liking. He takes another large drink from his bottle then puts it back into his jacket pocket. He hates himself so much.

“Oh!” A startled male voice rings out scaring Yoongi a little. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

A man about the same height as Yoongi with blue dyed hair approaches looking like he’s also needing a place to escape.

“It’s ok,” Yoongi mumbles.

“Are you hiding from something too?” The guy asks.

“Just getting some air. It’s a bit hot in there.”

“Oh,” the guy looks Yoongi over a few times as best he can in the darkness. “Did you ever think that it’s hot in there because of you?”

“What?” Yoongi chuckles taken aback by the sudden cheesy pickup line.

“Sorry,” the guy chuckles. “Honestly I noticed you inside and couldn’t take my eyes off of you. My name’s Davy.”

“Austin,” Yoongi says without a second thought. It’s like the name just came out naturally as if it truly were his name. He doesn’t hurt quite as much when he’s Austin. He barely feels anything when he’s Austin.

“Nice to meet you,” Davy smiles.

“You too.” Yoongi takes a closer look at Davy. He’s wearing dark blue jeans and a colorful floral tank top.

“Are you from here?” Davy asks.

“No,” Yoongi replies. “Just visiting. What about you?”

“Same,” Davy says inching closer to Yoongi. “My friend ditched me for a new friend and it’s my last night in town so I was hoping to have a little fun before I leave in the morning.”

“Really?” Yoongi asks feeling the rum starting to take him over. “What kind of fun?”

“Whatever kind you’re into,” he smirks tapping Yoongi’s jacket in the exact spot where his rum is hidden. “If you don’t mind sharing a little with a stranger, I’ll pay you back.”

“How are you going to do that?” Yoongi asks reaching for his bottle. His vision is starting to fog and his mind is on nothing. Someone could suggest he rob a bank right now and he wouldn’t have the mind to decline.

Davy doesn’t want him to rob a bank though. Davy wants a taste of the rum Yoongi just willingly handed over. And a little something else.

“Cute and kind,” Davy smiles taking a drink. “I like it.”

“You think I’m kind?” Yoongi chuckles.

“Well you just let someone you met a minute ago have a sip from your private stash. Seems like a kind person to me.”

“Right,” Yoongi nods. Davy hands him the bottle back and he takes a big drink before putting the bottle back in his jacket.

“Do you taste as good as that rum?”

“See for yourself,” Yoongi smiles mischievously. He answered so quickly he didn’t even think about what he just suggested.

This is what Yoongi wants. He wants to no longer feel like Yoongi. Once again, he finds himself numb to everything except the heat that quickly rises within him when Davy attaches his lips to his. That feeling of fire being the only thing he can feel just makes it so much more powerful. He doesn’t want it to stop.

“Can I taste more?” Davy exhales pressing his body closer into Yoongi’s. “I want to know what Austin really tastes like.”

“Yeah?” Yoongi smirks. “Go ahead. You said you would pay me back anyway.”

His vision is foggy and his head is spinning. In the moment he only feels Davy. And Davy feels so fucking good to Austin right now.

Yoongi has been away from the table for a while and the guys are starting to worry. He only said he was going to the bathroom, but it seems he’s taking much longer than usual. With the managers there they don’t want to do anything to cause suspicion or concern. Taehyung decides to just go check in on Yoongi. He could just be having a bad shit, can’t fault him for that.

Taehyung enters the restroom and finds it empty. Of course it is. He can’t imagine Yoongi went far though so he steps back out of the restroom and looks around. Yoongi isn’t at the bar. He’s not mingling with someone he may know or being approached by fans anywhere. Taehyung does a full 360 look around, then he finally sees it. The back door.

Taehyung sighs hoping his hyung isn’t truly out back just to sneak a drink. It doesn’t make sense to him that Yoongi would go to such great lengths. He quietly pokes his head out the door and looks around. He can hardly see anything, but he can see the unlit corner where the dumpsters are. He takes a small step out the door and looks around more. Then he hears something.

It’s a peculiar sound, but he’s not so naive that he doesn’t know what he’s hearing. Thinking he may have just discovered someone in the middle of their back alley romp, he swiftly turns to go back inside. As he turns, his eyes catch a quick glimpse of the person responsible for the animalistic growls he’s hearing.

His heart sinks when he notices Yoongi’s hair dangling as his head is thrown back and his mouth is wide open. Taehyung doesn’t know everyone Yoongi knows, but he’s pretty sure the person on his knees deep throating Yoongi is a complete stranger. He’s frozen in place a moment trying to convince himself that he’s not seeing what he’s seeing. But he is. That’s Yoongi. It’s dark but that’s Yoongi’s face. Those are his clothes. That’s his voice.

Taehyung regains consciousness and heads back inside the restaurant. He rushes back to the table and sits down without a word. The guys look at him confused waiting for him to tell them something.

“So?” Jimin asks. “Did you find him?”

Taehyung silently nods.

“Ok…was he in the bathroom?”

Taehyung silently shakes his head.

“Where is he?” Jin asks.

Taehyung quickly points his head towards the back door then looks back down at his plate.

“Why didn’t you bring him back?”

Taehyung sighs. Telling them what he just saw means he’ll have to accept it himself, and he’s not sure he wants to. He has far too many questions swirling around his head and he thinks maybe if he pretends he didn’t see what he just saw it will all go away.

“Taehyung,” Namjoon says softly trying his damndest to read his expression.

Before Taehyung can concoct a sentence, Yoongi returns to the table. He looks a bit disheveled but begins eating as if he hadn’t gone missing for 15 minutes.

“Hey,” Hobi says softly. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” Yoongi nods. “I guess something I ate didn’t sit well. You know how it is with foreign food.”

No one believes him, but they let it go not exactly knowing what he was doing. Taehyung can barely look in Yoongi’s direction. Even after years of living together, he’s never seen Yoongi like that. He’s sure he’s been scarred for life and would have much preferred that he caught Yoongi drinking instead.

The next morning Yoongi wakes up in a familiar fog. Somehow he passed out on the bed with all of his clothes on. He doesn’t remember much other than getting his dick sucked by a complete stranger. Again. Whose name he doesn’t quite remember. Again.

He groans a bit then gets up to take down a couple of painkillers and get himself cleaned up in the shower. He wishes everything wasn’t such a blur, but he knows it’s for the best. When he wakes up as Yoongi the next morning he hardly has any idea what Austin did. He barely even cares what Austin did.

All during rehearsal, Taehyung can’t seem to face Yoongi. He doesn’t say much and tries to hide behind other members during discussions. Yoongi doesn’t notice, he has no idea Taehyung saw him and Davy last night.

The rest of the guys know something was up last night, but none of them have any answers. Taehyung won’t say anything and Yoongi only says he had a bad reaction to something he ate. The managers are still clueless to what’s going on. Jimin and Namjoon are very concerned. Hobi, Jin, and Jungkook aren’t quite sure what to think of it. Taehyung…Taehyung wants to scrub his eyes and ears with bleach.

After rehearsal, Jin follows Yoongi to his room. He keeps things casual and upbeat, but he’s really just trying to keep a close eye on Yoongi. He wants to know what Yoongi is really up to in his room when he’s alone.

They both take a seat on the bed and continue chatting. At the same time Jin is quietly observing everything in the room. It’s a bit of a mess with clothes tossed here and there. Jin expects that from some of the other guys, but not the well organized Min Yoongi. He’s spent enough time as his roommate to know this isn’t normal.

As they’re talking, Yoongi’s phone rings. It’s Hyeri. He’s much too sober to answer her, and now he’s upset that she has the nerve to call him on concert day after the message he sent her practically telling her to leave him alone so he can focus on the tour. Still, that small infuriating part of him is happy she called and is trying to convince him to answer. Instead he lets it go to voicemail. So she leaves one. Now the small part of him is wanting him to listen to it. He stares at his phone cursing himself for being so fucking weak.

“I know you’re still pretty upset,” Jin says. “But I know you want to hear what she says. Go ahead and listen to it.”

“Hyung,” Yoongi sighs. “If I listen to it I probably won’t be able to be myself after.”

“You haven’t been yourself anyway,” Jin jokes. “What difference does it make?”

“Fuck,” Yoongi mumbles hitting play on the voicemail.

“Yoongi.” Hyeri’s soft voice rings through the phone making Yoongi’s heart hurt. “I’m sorry. You’re probably more mad at me for calling you. I’ll take it.” Her voice is shaky but she continues. “I’ll never be able to express how truly sorry I am for everything. I just wish you would give me a chance to talk to you. Give me a chance to make this right.”

The more he listens, the more pissed he is that his heart still yearns for her. His soft, weak heart wants to dry her tears and hold her close. He’s filling up with rage the more she keeps crying into the phone. Why does she have to play this stupid game with him?

“I love you, Yoongi,” she cries. “I love you so much baby. I’ve been talking with the company trying to get them to make things right. We skipped out on a promo shoot in protest today. I’m doing whatever I can to fix this, but I really want to talk to you. I miss you. I miss your voice. I miss your love.” She breaks down sobbing hard into the phone. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.” She continues sobbing unable to say anything else. After a few moments the recording ends.

Jin isn’t sure what to say. He’s heartbroken for both of them. Hyeri sounded so distraught and Yoongi looks angrily conflicted. Yoongi is very angry right now. He doesn’t want to be himself right now.

“You should talk to her,” Jin encourages. “She’s hurting and we all can tell you are too.”

“No,” Yoongi shakes his head. “I’ll talk to her when we get home. I’m just trying to get through the tour right now.”

“But you barely are,” Jin says bluntly. “No one says you two have to instantly make up and pretend like everything is perfect, but you at least need to talk through this. You’re not talking to her and all you tell us is that you’re fine when you’re not. You need to talk to someone, Yoongi.”

Yoongi knows Jin is right. He does need to talk to someone. He’s been spiraling without anyone to hang on to. He hates this. He hates himself. He hates that he wants to scream and cry. He hates that he’d rather be someone else than deal with the painful emotions he’s been going through.

“Have a drink with me, hyung,” Yoongi says standing and grabbing a bottle of vodka out of the drawer under the tv. If he’s going to talk about this, he’s going to need to numb himself.

“Yoongi-ah,” Jin sighs not wanting to enable Yoongi’s drinking.

“Just one,” Yoongi says pouring a glass for each of them. He hands Jin a glass and sits back down.

Jin accepts mostly because he can sense that Yoongi may finally open up to him. If he gets it out now he may not feel the need to get plastered everyday.

“She didn’t talk to me for two days,” Yoongi says drinking half his glass in one gulp. “I learned everything from Kihyun. Now I have to be the one to give in and let her talk to me after how much she’s hurt me? No, hyung, she’ll wait. I can focus better when she’s not on my mind. I don’t hurt so much when I don’t think of her. It’s better this way.”

“This is better?” Jin asks watching Yoongi inhale the remainder of his drink. “Drinking yourself to oblivion is better?”

“If I’m not on stage then I need something to help numb me.”

“But you drink on stage too! How is that different?”

“I see her in the crowd. I see her singing and dancing and cheering us on. All I can see is her and it fucks me up, hyung!” Yoongi’s voice cracks as he tries to maintain his composure. “I don’t want to see her! I don’t want to hear her or think about her at all! I told her she was fucking up my focus and she decided to call me instead of leaving me alone. On fucking concert day! She pisses me off so much!”

“That’s why you need to talk to her, Yoongi!” Jin hates to see him like this. He hates to see him upset, but even more because it’s manifesting as anger and Jin has known Yoongi far too long to know that it’s a slippery slope. “You’re hurting yourself more by doing this shit so much.” He gestures to his glass of vodka that he hasn’t even taken a sip of yet.

“I can’t be myself if I talk to her,” Yoongi says with tears starting to well in his eyes.

“Why not?” Jin can see the tears and it’s breaking him to see Yoongi this way.

“Because it’ll hurt me too much.”

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illwynd · 8 months

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What direction would you have enjoyed most for Thor and Loki after TDW?

I recall in the long dry years between TDW and TR, a large part of the conversation in the fandom around this topic was on how pissed off Thor would be when he learned that Loki hadn’t actually died and had kept that fact from him (or “faked his death,” however you wanna phrase it) and how much trust would have to be rebuilt. And there is definitely that aspect of it. I think there was trust that needed to be rebuilt on both sides, in fact, and many long-overdue conversations about everything that had gone wrong to get them to that point. Conversations about Loki’s ancestry and his miscalculation with the Destroyer and all the questions Thor didn’t ask when Loki reappeared and not visiting him in the cells and ancient resentments and so many other things.

But most of the fandom, in the discussions I’ve seen, seems to have been hoping for resolution between them, for things to get all healed and tied up in a tidy little bow and have their character arcs just ride off into the sunset and… yeah, I don’t want that. I never wanted that. There is way too much emphasis these days on “healthy” and “wholesome” and, goddamn, like what are y’all doing looking at these two if you’re looking for therapist-approved wellbeing? You’re digging in the wrong place. (Something that I feel is carried over from Norse mythology into their characters is the idea that there is value and importance in lives that don’t have a Happily Ever After, worlds ending in destruction and final defeat but with a deep integrity to what mattered. The world doesn’t promise healing. Sometimes, living with the knowledge that things will not be fixed in the end but it all matters anyway, and the connections between people matter, and the ability to find flickering moments of joy amidst the sorrows… to me that is far better, far more fitting to who they are than any tidy, happy resolution could ever be.)

One of the things that I love about many of their comics arcs is the sense that while things do change between them over time, with different emphases coming into focus and into prominence, there is an essence to both of them that keeps them in perpetual conflict and ALSO keeps the love strong enough that neither of them ever wants to go their separate ways permanently. They both have their own lives, with Thor doing his best at heroing and Loki doing his best at being himself, but Their Relationship is a constant, and it’s nobody else’s business, and whether they’re on opposite sides in their daily lives doesn’t really factor into it.

So basically, in my ideal world in which phase 3+ didn’t suck, TR would have involved some of those long-overdue conversations and some working together against a bigger bad, but the kiss-and-make-up would have been incomplete, like an unresolved chord at the end of a phrase of music. Loki would have disappeared again but this time making sure Thor knew he wasn’t dead, and he’d have popped up again from time to time, always with uncertain allegiances, to have a few poignant interactions with Thor, or to absolutely destroy some big bad that’s threatening Thor’s life but in the meantime doing something that makes it seem like he got some material gain out of doing so (just to keep everyone on their toes), and if anyone questions this in Thor’s presence you’d get a very stormy look and a subtle suggestion that he doesn’t have to be slumming it on Earth.

Loki would be there to be The Most Important Person in Thor’s life even when he’s not physically present, and the niggling itch that never quite goes away from the fact that things aren’t resolved and may be unresolvable. (Having a relationship like that—where it is possible or likely that things can’t be fixed—is actually really important to telling Thor stories that have emotional weight. Resolving the relationship or making the question null through death cuts off so many of the important questions that cling to Thor in themes and resonances. To a character who embodies the virtue of striving for heroism and goodness, an unquenchable love for such a liminal character as Loki, whose moral standing flits all across the field at any given moment, and having Thor see that not as a problem, as a liability or an inconsistency but instead as a value in itself—that keeps Thor from becoming an insufferable, inflexible moral pedant.) And Thor—Loki’s love and devotion to Thor, mingled with his resentment of him and the lingering frayed edges of his trust and the centuries-old anger and desire to win against him just once—would be there to rest like a base color underpainted beneath everything Loki does in his schemes and clever workings and, a gnarled anchor or a rusted root, keep him from wandering too far afield.

And, I mean, they’re gods. If you carry any story on long enough it ends in death, but in a story of superheroes and modern legends, the gods should still be there in the end, at the edge of the tale, perhaps, but continuing nonetheless, spinning against the stars, the huge half-invisible shadows of giants bordering the far horizon, the cycles of their lives so much longer than ours.

#replies #anon #ty for the ask anon!#grand unified theory of loki #theories of thunder #sorry this was not plot details but general gists and moods #TR and everything after annoys me so much my brain just won't work with those materials

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Thoughts on asg having not only one kid but 3? (Aka the remnants)

im entirely on board with that thought, i think it would be entirely chaotic in every possible way! i do think they could figure out how to manage it though

being they’re first time parents and of three children, they probably have to play trial and error a lot, but i feel angeal is quickly able to pick up on each one of their quirks and sephiroth is able to strategize how to manage each of them, but poor genesis is stressed to hell and back and nearly ripping out his hair the entire time

i feel like infancy would be the easiest stage… meaning not easy at all because infants are usually a nightmare, and having three is most likely even worse! especially when its the remnants… i think baby loz would cling to angeal like his life depended on it, to the point angeal has to get one of those baby carriers that straps the baby to your chest, and none of the others would be able to settle loz no matter what. and i think kadaj would be an overall ultra fussy baby, none of them are getting sleep with him around and they all end up having to take shifts to care for him, although for some reason, after kadaj has started tiring himself out, sephiroth is the one that is for some reason able to put him to sleep. i think baby yazoo would be just an absolute angel though, like the perfect baby everyone would wish for, a little clingy but nothing near as bad as loz, and luckiky he doesn’t seem to have much of a parental preference so they’re all able to manage him quite easily.

i think toddler-childhood years with the remnants were a nightmare not only for asg but for yazoo and loz too for having to be brothers of kadaj! the remnants definitely gave asg a major run for their money, but mainly kadaj… kadaj was definitely a little asshole that would bully, fight, and steal loz and yazoo’s toys and such, and was definitely overall just very misbehaved, causing angeal to have to step in and issue punishments, meanwhile genesis was running around to try and sort everything out and help calm down a sobbing loz and sephiroth could probably calm yazoo with ease, although i dont think yazoo would be very bad, maybe a few tears here and there but sephiroth would just mainly have to talk yazoo out of trying to retaliate against kadaj… unfortunately, despite sephiroth’s efforts, genesis will be willing to look the other way on occasion when yazoo does retaliate.

teenage years were definitely the worst though, for everyone involved! genesis probably had to deal with each of their emotional problems, especially because teenage kadaj is most likely reminiscent of teenage genesis going through an angsty phase. loz still very much favors angeal, and i don’t think loz gets into much trouble, but i do think he’d be the most bullied of them all, so angeal would have to frequently try and help loz. angeal is definitely still the punishment giver though, although kadaj and sometimes yazoo dont always listen to angeal, so sephiroth has to step in instead, in which they know they’re in major trouble at that point. i feel like asg definitely raised them well enough that none of the remnants got into any truly bad trouble though, probably just doing the standard teenage angst kind of shit that would get them grounded for like a week.

overall, despite there definitely being plenty of ups and downs, i think asg would do pretty well with three kids! they would definitely be running around constantly but i think with just a bit of communication, the three of them would be able to manage the remnants, especially with each of the remnants having a different favorite parent. the remnants would ultimately grow up pretty well! healthy and happy for the most part! i think they’d be a really nice, healthy family at the end of day, especially when the remnants are all grown up

#im really sorry i definitely somehow lost the plot somewhere along the way…#im also sorry this is so long! idk what happened… i started typing and now were here #i hope this is okay though!#i think i just got excited and ran with the idea #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #advent children #asg #the remnants #angeal hewley #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #kadaj ff7 #yazoo ff7 #loz ff7 #i think this is my first time talking abt ac and the remnants despite me loving them a lot

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miscelliteeous · 3 months

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Been thinking about Spandam again a lot lately for some reason. I was majorly into him back when the Enies Lobby arc was coming out a looooong time ago (please understand this makes me feel very old!) like I printed off pics to keep in my school folders, had a very elaborate selfship (well over a decade before I even heard that term) and all that jazz. Held off on posting this for over a week because it feels a little weird sharing this since they're super old concepts.

Anyways! All that to preface that these headcanons are a tiny bit new, but most are very old concepts from my selfship getting dusted off. Some are a bit toxic, but I mean, it's Spandam, of course they are.

Spandam Headcanons

-General Relationship/History-

He met you through his father’s connections when the two of you were children. Your parents and his arranged a marriage and you and Spandam are expected to accept it.

You spend a month with him every year while your respective parents have a vacation together at a resort.

Spandam whines and bosses you around and you’re expected to put up with it because he’s a year older and his father is a higher rank than yours and this trend continues through the rest of your relationship.

Despite this, you do somewhat enjoy his company, as his weaknesses mean you get to step up and play hero to him often, even if he isn’t the most grateful. And around your teens you realize you do find him cute, even if you would never admit it.

The yearly meetings end when you’re in your late teens and instead you’re stuck having to help plan a reluctant wedding that neither of you are sure you want.

The wedding is long and boring, but you and Spandam surprise each other by having a good time complaining about everything together.

As the years go by and he rises in rank (cough nepobaby cough) you’re by his side, and you get to see a side of him others rarely see. After about a year together, he’d shocked to realize he actually DOES love you, in his own way.

He can be sweet! He likes to spoil you by buying you gifts, and he makes sure you know how expensive/rare they are.

Please join him in being a smug asshole to others and he will be over the moon. Assert your authority belittle, demean, he likes having someone to back him up when he's talking shit.

Honestly can be a pretty shit husband, not gonna lie. You’d need to learn basic combat skills (ideally you’d be trained to an almost Cipher Pol 9 level but he can’t always get what he wants) because in addition to being married to him he’d be expecting you to defend him sometimes.

Do not expect him to put himself in harms way for you though, and he would push you to the ground if it would buy him more time to save himself in a crisis.

No matter how many “spill proof” cups you buy him, he constantly proves them wrong. At least he’s easy to buy gifts for.

It bugs him IMMENSELY that CP9 vastly prefers interacting with you and they actually have a little respect for you.

He does brag about you a lot to his underlings, but its usually in a "my wife is better than you" way, putting others down.

You get to see him without his mask more than anyone else, and he often uses it to elicit sympathy and praise from you. When he’s in a bad mood he’ll sometimes say his face is your fault for not protecting him.

Spandam goes between phases of “no PDA in front of anyone” and “clingy and handsy”, depending on his mood.

The relationship can be rather ‘slap, slap, kiss’ at times, but he doesn’t really hold it against you if you give as good as you get. Sure, he’ll whine and complain that you’re unreasonable, but he’s known you long enough to not take it personally.

So basically: he won’t hesitate to slap you if he’s in a bad mood, so slap him the fuck back! Just be careful, he’s a lot weaker than you. But he’s pretty durable.

Regardless of any fights, he has trouble sleeping at night if he’s not curled up with you so any issues are cleared up before bedtime. He’s much more manageable when it’s just the two of you.

-Family Relationship-

He'd be perfectly happy and fine with never having to see your family again if you don't.

His family though? You’re stuck visiting Spandine any time Spandam wants to.

You’re both expected to continue the family line asap.

Spandam wouldn’t be any extra help during pregnancy, the most he’d do is hire you some assistants or have Funkfreed out more often for you to lean on or to bring you things.

50/50 on if he would miss the birth. It depends on if there’s a work opportunity or not. If he has a chance to rise in rank, he’ll take it.

Same goes for birthdays, anniversaries, and any other holidays. Anything to boost his own standing always comes first.

I’m sorry but there’s a good chance the child would inherit the darker face markings too, or at least the eye ones.

An even worse father than he is a husband, leaves the childcare to you or a nanny. Will not change diapers, clean up throw up, etc.

Still has a fondness for his kid because it’s his, especially if the kid reminds him of himself.

The type to try and buy his kids love and respect.

Unless you took massive steps to curb it, the kid would likely grow up to be a spoiled brat who looks up to Spandam and never realizes how lonely they really feel in his company.

-Misc-

The type to toss and turn in his sleep. Not because he’s tormented or anything but because he can never find the perfect angle to sleep in.

Spandam would only admit it when you’re alone with him, but he likes to lay his head in your lap and have his hair stroked, very calming for such a stressed out guy.

Goes between extremely secure in the relationship to worrying he might lose you to one of his subordinates if you talk to them too long. Then he’s clingy for the rest of the day.

His favorite date spot is anywhere that has a good and highly expensive steak. The price is important because he likes reiterating to you that he can afford very nice things/bragging.

Even if you’re taller, he’d likely call you things like “my little Y/N”, because it makes him feel big and powerful.

During anniversaries when he IS there, he breaks out the good whiskey and likes to has a drink with you.

He acts like he likes black coffee but when he can, he has a SUPER complicated drink order at coffee shops and gets very annoyed when it’s wrong.

You have to put up with him going “don’t you know who I am?!” in public with the dignity and grace that he severely lacks.

If push comes to shove, he wouldn’t hesitate to put your life at risk for his own but he would be very moody and shockingly (to himself) upset with himself for a long time, feeling guilty is something he’s not used to at all.

That being said, it would almost certainly not come to that and you still rank higher in his heart than anyone else.

He’s at your mercy when healing from the Enies Lobby incident and badly injured, but he deserves to be smacked hard for almost leaving you behind during the Buster Call.

Is a lot less smug and a lot more humble towards you after his extensive recovery and being moved to an underling position in CP0.

He becomes a LOT more clingy too, and would prefer you be at his side at all times.

#spandam #one piece #Spandam x reader #cp9 #cp0 #headcanons #selfship #lite work #he’s fun I love this whiny incompetent bastard

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decemberhigherpower · 2 years

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andre hcs 🤯

-andre has really bad acne, all over his chest and his back. he usually wears a rash shirt while swimming.

-andre's embarrassed about liking elton john. he outwardly projects a tough exterior of metal and hardcore, but in truth, 'blue eyes' can make him cry like a baby.

-andre think skyler's a bitch and refuses to accept anything else. he thinks walter white's a badass; he doesn't want to deconstruct him as a character or recognize his flaws, even though he's smart enough to.

-when looking for something in the garage, andre will sometimes come across his toys from when he was little and misses being a child; so free of expectation or responsibility or hostility.

-he once had vague aspirations about being a film director.

-andre wants to learn to play the guitar but doesn't want to go through the phase where he's bad at guitar so he doesn't.

-andre has major problems controlling his anger- he's drawn blood multiple times by pressing his fingernails too hard into his palm and he's always tense.

-drive (2011) made him cry but he'd never tell.

-his favourite bands are leathermouth, nine inch nails, mindless self indulgence, system of a down, the flaming tsunamis, graveyardguy, today is the day, nirvana and KMFDM.

-andre sleeps with one pillow on his bed.

-he was super into creepypasta before it went mainstream (his favourite was ted the caver), and also super into analog horror, but then they got popular and he dropped them as soon as they did.

-his interest in ted the caver sparked a brief but intense interest in caving disasters; the ones he was most interested in were the mossdale caving disaster and floyd collin's death.

#fuck the timeline of events!!! i do what the fuck i want #he watched breaking bad. he watched drive. because i fucking said so thats why #zero day #zero day (2003)#andre kriegman

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lumiereandcogsworth · 1 year

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belle + hair headcanons!

belle was always fascinated by braids as a child, especially when she saw girls her age or a bit older wearing them with ribbons and hats and flowers.

unfortunately, maurice had no idea how to braid hair, he only had brothers growing up, so one day he asked if the dressmaker with the three daughters always dressed in pink would be willing to braid his girl’s hair

belle came home that day with the biggest smile on her face. she immediately found little flowers to stick in the braids, and she was desperate for ribbons to make it extra fun and colorful

maurice quickly realized that this was something that made his daughter extremely happy, and if that was the case, he’d have to learn the skills. so madame dupont taught maurice how to braid belle’s hair — a handful of different styles, so as to keep things interesting

before long it was something of a routine, belle sitting on the floor with busy hands on her little toys and figurines, or being lost in her latest book, and maurice sitting on the couch behind her, careful and complex weaving that made his daughter giggle with delight when she finally got to see in the mirror

as she grew up, she learned how to do it herself. she spent many candlelit nights and cloudy mornings sitting criss-crossed in front of a mirror trying to work out the angles. she never let papa show her, she HAD to figure it out on her own. she’s very headstrong <3

soon, she could do all sorts of things with her hair. complicated braids and intricate buns and tidy weaves that kept her hair back while she tinkered in the workshop or climbed every tree in sight.

for a few weeks she went through a phase of wanting to be a hairdresser. maurice let her trim his hair a few times, but they quickly learned she was far better with her hands than with the scissors when it came to hair.

a bit down the road, now sharing her life with with adam, he discovered very quickly that playing with hair is one of belle’s favorite fidgets

she often subconsciously strokes bits of her own hair while reading or reciting or thinking

she runs her hand through adam’s hair when he’s falling asleep beside her and she’s up reading, which really benefits them both, as her soothing touch always knocks him right out

she also always wants to braid adam’s hair. she’ll turn while he’s reading and start making little braids, and he’s generally too endeared by it all to ask her to stop. in fact, he only ever takes them out if he needs his hair a certain way for a meeting or event.

belle has also asked adam repeatedly if she can cut his hair, and he always refuses because he has a weekly hair appointment and he loves his wife but she is also a chaotic crafter and his hair is Precious

maurice later tells him that he made the right call

but oh!! oh!! when belle has her own children?? oh my goodness!! so much hair to braid!!

her eldest daughter renée most enjoys it, letting her mama give her the most intricate braids and styles and ALWAYS wanting ribbons and flowers added in. even when renée is older and has a maid to help her dress for events, renée still always prefers her mama to do it

juliette doesn’t like it too much. the tightness and constant touching is just a bad sensory experience for her. but she is okay when mama brushes her long dark locks, so belle does that, tucks a flower behind her daughter’s ear, and kisses her head before letting her go play with her siblings. sometimes juliette wants some of it tied back so she can wear a bow (or bows) in her hair, but it’s never all completely up or tucked, even when she’s older.

little maurice likes having silly braids in his hair, he thinks it’s fun and especially likes to add big flowers, (so he can look like an elf wizard, he says), but the problem is that he can never keep still long enough for belle to ever complete any specific style for him. so usually he has half a braid somewhere on his head and his chaos undoes it within the hour. but that never bothers him, he just likes to be included <3

whenever her kiddos are around, belle’s always stroking or fixing their hair, subconsciously or not. (i think her and adam both do this, but for adam it’s more because physical touch is a love language for him, so he leaves a hand on their heads and shoulders often.)

and yes, belle has had urges to cut all of their hair, but adam won’t let it happen. not the hairs on their precious little heads?? their darling perfect angels?? absolutely not!!

belle retaliates by braiding adam’s hair while he’s sleeping, and then undoes it in the morning, so when he wakes up, parts of it are wavier then others. he looks at himself in the mirror and makes an extremely grumpy face. belle thinks she’s sooooo funny

#yay! beloved thoughts!#belle #batb headcanons #batb 2017 #beauty and the beast #beauty and the beast 2017 #beauty and the beast (2017)#oc writing #adelle #adam x belle #belle x adam #papa maurice #princess belle

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pissjesus · 2 years

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out of curiosity: noodle and murdoc, enemies meme

Aaaa this one is good

Elaboration, because I could go on and on about how much I care them 🥺

* Ah yes, the good old “I will destroy my father” dynamic

* I think that Noodle is the only person Murdoc really loves unconditionally because she’s basically his daughter, but it took a little too long for him to admit it to himself and to her, so she still carries a bit of pain from the neglect, and she also can’t forgive him on 2D’s behalf even if 2D does

* Their relationship has gotten a lot better, but she can’t fully trust him because it inevitably ends in disappointment whenever she puts her faith in him

* Noodle is no stranger to doling out an ass-kicking, specifically after their reunion on Plastic Beach

* Murdoc never directs violence at her, but he has said some things he shouldn’t have

* Though the first time she tried biting him, he’d bite her back, and she wouldn’t try that again

* Murdoc has no qualms with yelling, but with Noodle, he’s passive aggressive— which she hates even more because it makes her feel like he doesn’t take her seriously enough to get properly angry with her

* Though she feels like he doesn’t respect her, she actually has the most power over him in the band because he actually feels bad about disappointing her

* Growing up, Russel was more likely to tell her “no” and set more boundaries but he didn’t have it in him to discipline her if she got into trouble. Murdoc was a lot more lax with what she was allowed to do, but if she ever broke one of his few rules, he’d follow through with a punishment. He was fun dad until he wasn’t

* Ok that scene in Lilo and Stitch when Lilo locks Nani out, and after the social worker leaves and Nani chases Lilo through the house? Phase 1 Noodle and Murdoc vibes

* They’re similar in a lot of ways— one of which is that anger is their first response when they’re upset. Noodle actually has a lot of Murdoc traits and it really pisses her off when someone points them out.

* Noodle’s similarities to Murdoc developed because she can’t stand not being taken seriously and had to learn to play his games by his rules

* Now, she can out-wit him, which he can respect coming from her— but it comes at the cost of being too harsh with other people besides him

* Murdoc jokes around antagonistically and if she’s not in the mood for it, she gets angry. In turn, her sense of humor is dryer than his, so sometimes it sounds like she’s talking back or being harsher than she means to be

* When they get along, however, they yes-and each other’s chaos

* One thing Murdoc actually did right was that he let her express herself however she wanted and didn’t put pressure on her to act or look a certain way because she’s a girl

* They’re also very open with each other now because he doesn’t pass judgement on her if she’s done something stupid— if she has a stupid problem, she needs to go to someone who’s also made that same stupid problem before

* She actually takes pride whenever she makes him laugh

* I could literally just wax poetic about Murdad forever so I’ll stop here

#asks #anonymous #gorillaz #gorillaz headcanons

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ask-the-zeno-resistance · 1 year

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Muses!:

The resistance 2:

Name: coldsteel

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Bio: not much about is known about coldsteel,but he is an insufferable hedgehog,he constantly says he’s better then everyone and how cool he is and despite how many times Zeno almost kills him,he never seems to learn,he’s literally kept in a cell so he doesn’t run off ever again.

Name: hog/scorched

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Bio: hog was a experiment from Zeno that rebelled and joined the resistance,he is the “youngest” out of zenos reformed experiments,but also the most deadly. Normally, hog behaves like a young kid,very energetic,dancing and being like a kid version of sonic,however,if he gets angry enough,he will turn into scorched,a beastly version of himself,in this state,he has no control as he will attack or even kill everything in sight,the resistance would have to calm him down to revert him. Ack to his normal self

Name: x-terion

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Bio: terion was once a developer for sega who died putting his soul into the companies games,he was freed from his game prison by Sarah in exchange for him helping the resistance against Zeno. Terion behaves and acts like a glitch,randomly teleporting all over the place,phasing through walls,and materializing out of nowhere,he is a prankster but still has a lot of heart within him,comforting the sad and scared.

Name: faker

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Bio: the very first rebel creation of Zeno,faker is an intelligent creation,often helping tails with plans and others with projects,faker possesses the same abilities of sonic,but there’s also a catch,he can harness a beast form,which is much taller,pa,er and more bloody,however,unlike hog,he can control this form,he often uses this form to defend the resistance and to snap scorched out of his anger filled rampage. Although he’s not the best at making sad ones laugh,he’s like the voice of guidance of the group.

Name: devoid

Age: unknown

Gender: male

Bio: devoid was once sonic just like fleetway but thanks to eggman obtaining the time stones, and some of unfortunate events,this caused devoid face to become a void that will suck anyone and anything into it,even sucking his best friend up on accident. He wears a mask from a bad nick to shield his face from everyone. He mostly isolates himself away from the group,but when he does decide to speak up he is soft spoken,but kind,but on occasion someone has to calm him down as he will sometimes get trapped in his own insanity,he also refuses to use the void to defeat Zeno,he doesn’t wanna risk the others getting sucked in and his trauma with sucking his best friend in is too great.

Name: curse

Age: 16

Gender: transgender male

Bio: curse was once a regular sonic until one fateful day,while sonic and knuckles were racing,an accident occured,leaving sonic to have very damaged legs and the death of knuckles,leaving everyone sonic was close to turning on him,leaving to eggman taking him in and showing him more affection then he’d ever got from him including metal sonic,and thanks to that sonic began to heal emotionally and physically. However,he then developed some type of curse,which caused everyone who he was extremely close to him to die,and eggman fell to that fate,so metal sonic sent him into a demential void,leaving sonic to dawn the name “curse” when curse discovered the Zeno impacted world,he hesitated but he decided to go to the resistance as help out,he tries his best to not get too close to the residents who are alive so they don’t get affected by his curse,however the .exes of the base are immune to the curse cause thier already dead so sonic does his best to hang out with them to make off for “lost time” he’s often seen hanging out with the .exes,unfortunately he isn’t able to help much thanks to his leg condition,he isn’t able to run as fast as he used to and if he tried,he’d be unable to use them at all. Curse is often soft spoken but still kind and the golden hearted hero that everyone knew. He’s the closest to sonic tails will ever get.

Name: Amy.exe

Age when died: 12

Gender: female

Bio: Amy was once Sonics biggest fangirl and had a giant crush on him,overtime she grew out of it,though still having a crush on him,she became more willing to let sonic live his own life,she even had plans to travel the world on her own…but she never got to do that as shortly after the infinite war..she was killed by Zeno. She now has stitches all over her body as all her organs were taken out and replaced with black tentacles. Amy is often trying to be kind with the other residents,she has absolutely no feelings for sonic anymore,as if being killed by the god who looked like her crush killed her sense of romantic love. She can mutilate her body to attack with her new tentacles,leaving holes in her dead furr and skin.

Name: sally.exe

Age when killed: 17

Gender: female

Bio: she was a resistance leader back when eggman ruled the world with technology,after he was dethroned,she broke up with sonic and went on her own adventures across the world until she was killed by Zeno. She’s a secret agent by the resistance,she dawns a twisted despise and blends in with Zeno and his allies,then at the dead if night,she returns and gives the resistance critical information. Sally.exe has been rendered blind,but is still able to navigate through her other senses,while she is on the resistances side,undercover,she will not hesitate to attack other members of the resistance,this is to keep her secret identity a secret,when no one is looking though,she heals whoever resistance member she hurt.

#muse list #coldsteel #hog #scorch #x-terion #faker #devoid #curse #Amy.exe #sally.exe

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creaturesgrin · 2 years

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long vent post because. i need to fucking vent, i’m so fucking righteously angry at everything right now. tw for: emotional/psychological/se-ual ab/use, in/cest, animal death

i hate men and i hate living in this house. most of my household is male, and i’m sick of being their punching bag. not really physical, but psychological.

i hate my dad for being all kinds of emotionally and psychologically abusive towards me growing up. hell, i hate him for doing that to my nephew too. because of him i can’t stand men yelling under any circumstance, i can’t navigate emotions and express them correctly, i can’t even express any kind of negative emotion without him getting pissy and mad because i’m not happy or just neutral. i can’t stand being around him. he was an angry, expressive person when i was growing up. he’s only ever laid a hand on me once or twice from my shit memory, but it’s still enough to make an impact. he’d make fun of me behind my back because i had a fucking emotional breakdown. though now, he’s an angry, dismissive person. i fucking hate it. i fucking hate how he dismisses my emotions even more than he already did. i fucking hate him, and that’s ok. he doesn’t like me, why the fuck should i like him? i just tolerate his existence at this point, and i don’t try to talk to him too much. i feel if i say the wrong thing, i’ll get kicked out. i’m not financially stable and i can’t work a normal job due to mental illnesses and my fucked up back. so, unfortunately, i have to rely on him. i hate it.

and next is my fucking brother. i hate that motherfucker with a burning fucking passion. i can’t stand him. he stinks, he’s lazy, and he’s the reason for my fucking sexual trauma. he’s vermin to me. i don’t care if he’s my brother- i don’t want to do anything for him ever again. i’m already his kid’s fucking nanny, i’ve done enough for him. he got to live his teenage childhood and i had to take care of his fucking mistake for mine! i try to get along with him, for mom’s sake. but when he brings up drowned puppies with a shit-eating grin and say “incest is wincest” to me, his sibling, i want to disown him. i literally do my best holding back every single violent impulse every time he says some shit like that to me. even when he does typical older brother things like annoy me. i used to be ok with it, because, well, he’s my brother. siblings do shit like this to each other all the time. but he’s been really fucking pushing his luck over the years. ugh.

i feel bad for saying this, but i also can’t stand being around my fucking nephew anymore. i love him to bits; he’s a smart, funny kid and his heart’s in the right place- sometimes. but all throughout my life, and i don’t know what i fucking did to him, he loves to antagonize me specifically. he found it’s easy to get under my skin and make me express emotions and cause problems. it’s been like that for years, and i’ve done nothing but take care of him. yes, there were a few times i probably went a little too far but like- i was a kid having to take care of another kid. i was dealing with so much bullshit of my own and i had to take care of another life on top of it? i could barely keep myself together. like, i bathed and took care of most of my schoolwork, but i barely fed myself. i barely slept. my emotions were running wild due to my immaturity and by my situation. my mother worked all the time and i had to play mother and mediator to these 3 boys. i couldn’t do things with my friends because i had to take care of my nephew. and lately, well, it hasn’t been getting any easier. he’s 12 now, so he’s going through an edgy phase, and making terrible jokes because he thinks it’s funny. with time, i’ve gotten more patient, so i’ve been trying to tell him that it isn’t ok to make racist, homophobic, transphobic, or anti-semitic jokes. and, well, to stop generalizing groups of people. because, well, it’s wrong. i’ve just been trying to make sure he becomes a better man than his father and my father, but now...honestly, i’m getting to the point where i stop caring. because, well, my parenting is not getting through to him. then again, every time i try to parent, my parents- not his father- just shut it down. and also the fact that he just...is rude to my dog. like he doesn’t hit her or anything, but i see daisy as my child and him just...being rude to her and antagonizing her doesn’t sit right with me. he knows i don’t like it since i brought it up with him and have asked him to stop. i’m just tired and done with his antagonizing. this isn’t the end of it, but all that comes to mind at the moment.

i’m just tired of these three men just...wearing me down. i’ve had thoughts of killing myself just to get away from them. hell, lately i’ve been having thoughts of just giving up and killing myself. though, i can’t. i don’t want to leave my partners and my dog alone. they’re the only beings keeping me going. especially daisy, since she’s incredibly skittish and has terrible separation anxiety. me being gone...i don’t want to do that to her. i honestly wish jason didn’t have that job opportunity and we could’ve gone to springfield to live with my godparent.

and i also want to believe that things will...get better once my parents move to that farm. i’ll get my own greenhouse, grow my own plants, sell dried herb bundles. make my money that way instead of considering sw, and then move far away from them, and never come back.

but as of right now...i’m trying to write. i’ve no motivation. i’ve terrible writer’s block and just edging on giving up. not just on my book, but on life entirely. i hate not being taken seriously, since i’ve been treated like a joke and a toy to play with for the past 10-12 years. i feel like i’ve got nothing anymore- nothing’s enjoying. i have nothing or anyone to turn to, it feels like. hell, not even my gods. and that...that itself hurts so, so much. i love them to bits but i haven’t had to energy to do anything relating to it all. maybe i’ll try tarot or my oracle cards. talk to them. i don’t know.

and if you actually read that, thanks for hearing me out. i’m sorry for anything that was tmi, i just...i had to get it out. i’ve been sitting in bed and crying about it for the past hour.

#hellspeak #dnt rb thnx #just venting

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80s4life · 3 years

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Little Dove*

Word Count: 3,949

Status: Not Requested!

A/N: Had a thought lol

Fandom: Karate Kid 1985

Relationship: John Kreese x Student!Female Reader

Summary: You had stayed around throughout all of his bullshit. Throughout the beginning of a forever-long battle with Daniel LaRusso, throughout losing all of his Cobra Kais, going through crippling debt, and now, more than ever, as he tries to put himself together. You’ve been there, the whole time. So why is it, that when a random man from his past appears, all of his problems are fixed without a glance your way? What does this Terry Silver have that you don’t (besides endless money and a history)? It’s unfair. It’s selfish. It’s Kreese.

Taglist: @intersellars-the-alien-of-human @snapessecretdiary

Warnings: smut, teasing, jealousy, age-gap paring, language, Terry being an overprotective cockblock, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight dubcon, daddy/little girl kink, degrading kink

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist

{not my gif, credits belong to @atmostories}

I just love how innocent he looks here lol ^

Staring into the window of his office, you make no attempt in engaging in the conversation your peers were having, the people on the other side of the glass proving to be more interesting at the moment. Besides, it’s the same conversation over and over again, “Terry’s so great,” “The money,” “The brawn,” “The elegance,” you snort. All that Terry was anyway was trouble with enough money to pay off his stupidity.

The other man, however, was different. He did not become as fortunate as his younger companion. He went through many hardships that Terry would simply never understand. The proof: you. You had been there, through thick and thin. You can still remember the fights, injuries, and brokenness of a man like a slideshow constantly playing in your head, haunting your dreams. You should’ve left a long time ago, but you didn’t. There were points in your life that made you consider dropping him and everything he was in contact with at one point. But, yet again, you never did. All you did was forgive and forget, most of the time without apologies.

But no matter how much you’ve tried, there was always one outlier that couldn’t be erased.

Holding onto your brothers shoulder, you congratulate him on how well he’d done. He lost the tournament, but it was his heart that shined through it. Johnny was the one who handed LaRusso his trophy even as they were beating each other senseless moments ago. Pulling him in tightly, you whisper, “You did good, Blondie. We’ll get ‘em next year.”

He smiles broadly at this, returning the favor, “You didn’t do too bad yourself, Tiny. Hell, maybe next year, you’ll be the one to beat his ass for me... That, or you’ll be the same height as him,” he ruffles your hair.

“Shut up!” you swat his hands playfully, shouldering his side, then making your way over to the man of the hour. “Congratulations,” you outstretch your hand, “You were tough to beat! I’ll get ya one day though!” you point to him smiling as Johnny pulls you out of the arena with him.

“Thanks...Oh, and I’ll hold you to it!” he yells back, lifting his trophy high above his head. You leave with a sly smirk and playful roll of the eyes, not bad LaRusso.

Walking outside, you smile at Kreese nervously, knowing that he wasn’t going to take the loss lightly. Ignoring you completely, he snatches your brother from your grasp within moments, pinning him the the nearest car in the parking lot. With Johnny under the weight of Kreese, you try to yank him off, no longer in fear of your actions but what could happen if you don’t act fast. Shoving you out of the way with a hard jab of his elbow to your eye, Kreese goes back to harming your brother, switching positions as he goes to tighten his arm around Johnny’s neck.

Tommy, fearing for his life, stands still, on the verge of passing out. Dutch goes to help you up, pulling you away from Kreese’s proximity, but not for long. Full of anger and disappointment, you tear you body away from Dutch’s, giving him a stern look that he acknowledges and respects, stepping back. You run towards Kreese once more, putting more force into your pushes and shoves. He catches your eyes for a moment, anger glazing over his own as he gets a good look at the utter helplessness and determination within your own. He doesn’t loosen up though, tightening his hold even more so as if to test you.

Lunging once more, he blocks you from him and counters with a hard blow to your face. You fall again at Kreese’s feet, Johnny’s purpling face looking down at yours in fear and worry. As you go to make a final attempt, your prayers are answered, a man about your height grabbing Kreese’s fist in a vice grip. In a daze, Johnny is able to slip from his hold to the ground beneath him, falling into your outstretched arms as you lunge, again, to protect his head. Kreese, now turning his fury onto the short man, goes for a punch, missing and smashing the glass beside his target.

As the fight starts to get worse, Dutch gets a hold of Johnny, taking his weight off of yours and dragging him to safety. Jimmy and Bobby, going to help Dutch, leaves Tommy to help you up. Taking his hand gratefully, you are able to see Kreese’s demise clearly, a burning crimson decorating his now busted fists, no doubt shredded and in need of medical care. You turn back just in time for him to look your way, grief washing over your figure as you feel a sense of uncertainty.

The boys get into Johnny’s car quickly, pulling out of the car lot. Tommy, silently turning his calming body to yours, questions you with his eyes. Shaking your head lightly, you signal for him to go with them, your head hazy with the brute force of numerous blows previously clashing with your face. He nods knowingly, smiling weakly, as if questioning your motives or even why you were considering the choice you’d made up. Johnny looks back at you too, but is reassured as the short man, Mr. Miyagi, places a hand on your shoulder. As they peel out of the lot, you sigh and all the strength you’d conjured dropped instantly.

“You need checkup,” the older man states, looking you over.

“Yeah, but I need to take care of him first,” you point at the man.

“Ah. Good heart always forgives. You come by dojo sometime.”

“I’ll think about it,” you answer, kindly excusing yourself as LaRusso runs over to Miyagi, leaving just you and Kreese left in the parking lot.

Slowly, you pace yourself as to not speed too closely, too quickly to the man, walking lightly and quietly. Upon entering a close proximity, he looks up, neutral expression catching you off guard. Blinking once, he looks back down at his continuously bleeding hands, acknowledging your presence but not daring to step the line of communication. He never does.

“Do you...Do you n- ...?” you start, at a loss for words as you try to rephrase the question in a way to still make him feel superior without appearing weak to himself, “Do you want my help?”

He doesn’t say anything as an answer, just simply stares at the reddening hands.

So, following his chosen behavior, you adopt it and act the same. Slowly, you take off your fleece sweater, soft and warm to the touch, and move closer to Kreese. As you move into his personal space, you don’t dare look him in the eyes, and go to rip a piece of the sweater in half. Silently, you carefully take one of his hands in your own, them swallowing yours in turn. Wrapping the now torn cloth around his fists, you slightly tighten the material around the injury to prevent further bleeding, tying off the ends to keep the sweater where you want it. Turning to do the same for the other hand, Kreese never winces, or sucks in a breath, or even grunts in anguish.

As you finish your duty, you step back, parts of your hands and some of your pants now coated in differing amounts of blood from the constant dripping mess he’d left it in for a while. Taking in a deep breath, you look at him directly for the first time of the night, “Get in the car.”

That was the first of many nightmares that litter your mind. You grew into a tough, headstrong, and independent woman not only physically, but mentally as well. You were no longer the child looked down from the tip of Kreese’s nose, and despite your height not making much of a difference, you had filled into your body, soul, and mind. You were a woman nonetheless.

You were understood by Johnny, but to an extent. As you had continued to serve Kreese, it was only right that Johnny distanced himself from him, and with that, came you as well. You accepted this, and knew that you were not at war with him, settling for calls and texts when you missed him most. Johnny still allowed you the time to talk about your problems like you did in high school, and even let you rant about the newest situation with Kreese. Everyday, he worried for you, but he knew that this was what you wanted.

He knew you fell for him before you even had.

After that night, you went through phases with Kreese: sometimes he was happy and nice to you, other times was full of anger, arguments, and nonstop screaming at one another. You were like an old married couple without the ring, matrimony, and age. You didn’t pay any mind to it, the mixture of feelings for him stronger than the will to leave as you’d wanted to in your youth.

But overall was the feeling of betrayal, or at least a form of it. For 4 years, after the night of the failed tournament, you were with Kreese, and finally, when things started to clear themselves out, another problem arose. Although shit out of luck, Kreese was ready to give up the dojo, give it to the owner, and move on in hopes of wiping the slate clean. You were ready to forgive him. And then, Terry Silver, unable to let the past be the past, convinced Kreese to give it a second try.

Now as you sit in a circle with Dennis, Mike, and Snake on the mat of the dojo, doing some stretches before training starts, you couldn’t help but look at the men excluding you from something you had tried to keep alive as long as they had. Longer than Terry at least.

Snapping sounds through your frustrated haze, knocking you back into reality by Snake’s fingers. Scrunching your nose in confusion, you look at him, anger now turned towards him instead. “You keep drooling like that and we’ll all be slipping around and breaking shit. Then how would we be at the tournament?”

“Fuck you, Snake,” you get up, stomping to the office without another word. He just turns a mock-offended expression to the boys who give confused ones in return.

Storming into the small cubicle deemed an office, you turn to the men standing side-by-side. “Aw, what’s the matter sweetheart? The boys not playing fair?” Terry teases, trying to push your buttons.

Face now reddened with anger, you spit, “We don’t pay for you to sit around in your office and play with each other’s dicks. You can do that on your own time.”

“You don’t pay period as far as I’m concerned. And last time I checked, you weren’t of much use here anyways, Shortcake,” Terry rebuttals.

“And last time I checked, you're just here to tie your hair back, paint your nails, torture a kid half your age and an man even older than you.”

“Why you-!”

“Terry!” Kreese warns, a hand placed on his comrades’ chest, “It’s not worth your time, just go get the boys readied up for practice.”

“Sure...sure Johnny, I can do that,” he says eagerly, leaving the room with a side glance your way and elbow to the shoulder as he passes by.

Getting up from the back of the desk, Kreese loops around to close the office door, going back to where he was previously. “Wow, you really have that dog under wraps huh? Ready to bark when you say ‘bark’ or growl when you say ‘growl’?”

“Y/N, not now. You better cut this shit out now or I’ll kick you out,” he warns.

“Oh, so now your protecting him?! You’re going to sit here, right now, and threaten me for what? Because he served with you? Because you saved him?! What a load of shit!”

“Watch your mouth! You have no right to raise your voice to me! What I do with this dojo is none of your damn business, and will certainly never concern you. Ever.”

“Oh yeah! For sure! What did he even do, huh? What’s so great about him that is worth protecting his ass for when he’s never had to do anything in return?! I was there John! I was! I dealt with your shit for 4 years! Not 1! Not 2! Not even fucking 3!”

“I never told you to! No one was stopping you from walking out that damn door when everyone else had! I would’ve done perfectly fine without your ‘help’ when all it did was provide extra shit to take care of!”

“Really?! That’s what it was? Nothing? I dealt with your anger issues, your screaming! The god damn punches, kicks, spits, screams, hell anything you wanted to do in order to harm someone else to make you feel better! But that wasn’t me... No... Of course it wasn’t, right?”

“I’ve got no time for this. Stay in this fucking room and don’t move. You even dare come out into that dojo and you’re out. I have a winner to make and not some little girl to argue with.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, tears pooling at the bottom of your eyelids as the door hides you from view.

For hours, you sit in boredom, listening to the repetitive “hut” or “ah” as blow after blow is thrown into the dummies and punching bags. If only they could do that to me, take me out of my misery for fuck’s sake. But, despite the utter pissed state you were in, you did not move from the desk, even deciding to take a nap. It wasn’t until Dennis’ unusually loud laugh is echoed within the whole dojo do you finally wake back up. Looking through the blinds, you see the boys getting packed up. Doing the same, you walk out of the office just in time for Terry to leave with the boys a few moments later.

Speeding across the length of the mats, you take long strides in order to storm as fast as possible out of the cage that holds the biggest chains around your neck. Going for the door, you are unable to catch yourself as Kreese grabs your hand and flips you onto your back, splaying your body on the mats beneath you.

Groaning, you move to sit up, watching as he goes to lock the door to the dojo, throwing the keys somewhere and closing the blinds of the big glass panes adorning the front wall. Getting up, the harbored anger floods your being once more, “I’m done with your bullshit Kreese. Let me the fuck out so I can leave this place once and for all. You seem to be doing ‘perfectly fine’ with your boyfriend, so let me go!”

Without answering, he grabs you by the neck firmly, but not enough to choke you. The memories of Johnny instantly flood your mind, causing you to grab his hand just as tight, eyes peering straight into his. Noticing your change in demeanor, he loosens his hold a little and pushes your back up against the closest wall to your back. As your back collides with the wall, his lips clasp yours.

Whining in surprise, you go to pull back only for him to pull you closer by the neck. Realization dawns on you after a moment, and within seconds, your leaning into his touch absentmindedly. You only break apart once your lungs beg for more air. “There. Is that what you wanted?” he asks you, voice gravelly.

Ignoring his comment, you grab him by the nape of his neck, pulling him into you once again, tongue battling his own. Your tongue dances around, observing every crevice and tasting every bit of his mouth, grazing his teeth, biting his lips, and even tangling it with his. Taking control back, he shoves your body back into the wall, separating your mouth from his, a trail of saliva the only thing connecting your bodies.

His hand, long forgotten and hanging loose on your neck, tightens the grip back up firmly once again and moves his other to pin your arms above your head. Now basking in dominance, he kisses you once more, pinning his knee between your legs in the most delicious way. Taking advantage of the placement, you attempt to grind your core against his thigh to relieve some tension.

“Ah. Ah. Ah,” he warns, pulling his knee away and moving to unbuckle his belt instead, “On your knees, Slut.”

Obeying instantly, you do as he says and place yourself on your knees. Finally undoing the tie of his gi, he pulls his pants, alongside his underwear, down just enough to let his dick spring free. Gulping in admiration, you take in the view of his girth and length, precum oozing at the tip.

“Looks like your happy to see me,” you joke, loosening your tension in your shoulders.

Stepping closer, Kreese edges closer to your mouth, and, taking the hint, you wrap one hand around the base of his shaft. Your other hand, deciding teasing is the best get-back, wraps itself closer to the tip, thumb grazing the slit. Earning a shudder of pleasure from the man, he goes to move in closer again. Pulling your head away, you squeeze the tip loosely, staring up at Kreese.

At your locked gaze, his cheeks burn bright pink, enabling you to give the man what he wants now that he’s at a loss for words and flustered for you. Taking him into your mouth little by little, you stop just before the barricade of choking. Eyes locked onto his, you place your hands on either side of his hips for support, then take him in as fully as physically possible. Instantly, you are met by struggling moans of relief.

Swirling your tongue around and lapping at his veiny member, he struggles to control himself, the undying need for more consuming him. Pulling away just enough to keep the tip in your mouth, you nod at him, giving him the okay to do as he pleases. That was all he needed to start going, pulling your mouth around his cock again, and tangling his hands in your hair for a better grip. Thrusting into your mouth now, you try your best to breathe as you feel him start twitching, knowing you will be fine in a few minutes.

The closer he gets to ecstasy, the louder he gets, hips thrusting in any possible direction as his pleasure threatens to bubble over. “Look at me,” he orders, looking you in the eyes. Slightly confused, you do as told, looking at him through your eyelashes as he continuously uses your mouth. “That’s it, Good Girl.”

Without warning, he unleashes his load into your mouth, the hot and sticky cum shooting to the back of your throat, forcing you to swallow. Licking up the remains, you make a show of swallowing the contents as well, getting back onto your feet with a help of his hand. Pulling your body into his, he kisses you deeply, tasting himself.

You whine as you are still left in uncomfortable need for him, having not gotten your share just yet, the feeling of being filled a painful reminder. “Don’t worry, Daddy’ll take care of you.” And that, he does, getting to work on untying your gi and throwing the long-sleeved shirt over you head. Doing the same to him, you match his enthusiasm, pulling his shirt off and throwing it somewhere in the room.

Playing with your clothed breasts, Kreese slips a hand under your bra to pinch your nipples, twisting them between his middle and fore fingers. Moaning, you pull him into your chest nibbling his ear. Gliding his hands down your sides and to your waist, he slowly edges his fingers slightly underneath your pants, pushing them down with your panties. As he busies himself with your clothes, you move your hands behind your back to unclasp your bra, breasts springing free and instantly hardening at the new temperature of the room.

Fingers, teasing your entrance, catches you off-guard, moaning again at the first shocks of pleasure. “Kreese,” you start breathlessly, “Enough is enough. Mgh... Stop teasing me,” you try to order, impatient and horny.

“As you wish, Princess.”

Lifting up one of your legs and wrapping it around his hipbone, he lines himself up with your entrance, entering slowly. Together, you sigh in ease simultaneously. Nodding once, you lean your forehead underneath his chin, starting to thrust slowly. Knowing this isn’t the pace he prefers, and body adjusting to his shape, you pull him in closer, whispering in his ear, “Faster, Daddy.”

Jolting at the name, he fastens the pace, grinding in rougher strokes, rubbing every part of you body in the best way possible. No one’s ever filled you the way he is now, and it leaves you stunned in a trance of utter euphoria. Tapping your other leg, you hop up to warp both legs around Kreese. At the new angle, he thrusts upwards, the overstimulation causing you to shake in a new sensation.

Squeezing his dick tightly, you try to hold your orgasm off for as long as possible, but the building want of release causes you to topple over the edge quickly, spilling all over the body still within your own. Without faltering, Kreese continues his assault on your body, causing you to scream out in the fury of pleasure being all too much for you. Shaking harder, you struggle to keep yourself around his body for long.

Seeing this, Kreese keeps himself sheathed in your cunt, laying you on your back against the mats of the flooring. Grabbing your legs, Kreese bends them until your thighs meet your chest. Then, thrusting at the same pace as before, Kreese is able to fuck you senseless without further issues. Moaning screams of ecstasy echo throughout the dojo, the combination of yourself and the slapping of skin being the only noises in the room.

As quickly as you’d built up the previous time, your orgasm and need of release forms again, your pussy throbbing in anticipation. “Kreese..” is all you manage, the older man quickly teetering towards the edge with you. Thrusting the hardest he had the whole night, he manages only a few more before you both come at the same time, screaming as you pull him down by the neck and into your chest, your name falling from his tongue in multiples.

Sucking in as much air as possible, Kreese and you stay in the same position panting before he unsheathes himself and collapses next to you. Catching your breath, you cuddle into his side in a naked heap of sweat and satisfaction. “Are you still jealous of Terry now?”

“It depends, am I still as useless as before?”

“I don’t believe so,” Kreese giggles, “but if you pull another crazy stunt like that, I will really have to give you a good beating. Huh, Babydoll?”

“I like the sound of that,” you say, going to straddle his hips as he lays on his back, “How about round two and I’ll consider not ripping his throat out?”

“Deal.”

#john kreese x reader #john kreese imagine #john kreese #martin kove #martin kove x reader #martin kove imagine #terry silver #tig #thomas ian griffith #mike barnes #sean kanan #kk3 #kk1 #kk #karate kid #karate kid imagine #karate kid 1 #karate kid 3

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sevendeadlymorons · 3 years

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Requests oh oh ohhhhh hcs for an MC who [insert brother here] just cannot seem to like. They always end up saying the wrong thing at the wrong time with them, but they genuinely do like that brother and want to improve their relationship despite failing every time they try

This one’s cool, I’ll give it a go :))

Brothers Who Just Can’t Seem to Like MC

WARNING: Angst // Possible Emotional Abuse

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Lucifer

He doesn’t understand why, but there’s just something about you that he can’t stand

He doesn’t understand your humour, or the way you talk and present yourself, it’s all so odd to him and he finds himself wanting to ignore you more and more

He finds you laughing at the worst times, and it infuriates him in a way that he’s trying his hardest not to just turn into his demon form right there and then and end your life

You always follow him around and try and talk to him and sometimes offer to help him with work but he just... can’t with you. Your voice leaves him with a headache

Brushes you off every single time, he wants nothing to do with you and he will make that very clear to you

He always notices how upset you look whenever he turns you down or pushes you away though. He supposed he has been a little harsh towards you. He doesn’t even know you properly, after all!

One time, he gives in and accepts your help and watches your face light up, and for a spilt second, he feels a small smile tug on his lips at how happy you looked

He still wasn’t too sure of you, and you still got on his nerves, but it was a start for him

Mammon

Ever since he first saw you, he knew you’d be a pest

He was stuck babysitting you, so of course he’s not exactly going to take kindly to you

Ever single time you came up to him with that obnoxious look on your face asking him for help, he pushes you away. He has better things to do than help some human

He doesn’t want to get to know you. He doesn’t even want to be around you. Your voice was starting to be his least favourite thing

You were such an air head, and everytime you messed up, he had to deal with it

If you did something, he’d be the one to get in trouble and he just couldn’t stand that

But then came a day where he didn’t see you; you didn’t come to him asking for help and you didn’t wave him hello in the morning. You were just gone?

Perhaps it was the fear of getting in trouble for losing the exchange student, or perhaps it was... care? He didn’t understand until he found himself running to your room and finding you upset on your bed and he suddenly felt bad, rushing to your side to check on you

Leviathan

From the very start, you were just a pawn to him. A way to get the things he wanted with that pact you made with Mammon

You were a useless pushover of a human and he wanted nothing to do with you

Everything you said irritated him and he quickly saw you as weak and stupid, often throwing insults at you without mercy

Even that sad look you had in your eyes when he was insulting you pissed him off

Being around you was like having a second Mammon to deal with, he hated it and every moment he spent around you made him want to rip out his own hair

Well, he did think that way, until he overheard you talking about one of his favourite anime’s from the human world. He always classed you as a normie, so to hear this changes things

Musters up enough courage to just let it all out and speak his mind about anime to you, and to his surprise, you seemed to enjoy it; watching the sad frown disappear from your face gradually.

Maybe you weren’t so bad after all...

Satan

You just weren’t worthy of his time, really

Everything you said gave him a headache, why did you have to be so loud all the damn time?

On several occasions, he’s just gotten up and left whenever you entered the room, he simply just didn’t want to be around you

If you approached him, he’d ignore you. If you spoke to him, he’d ignore you. There was nothing you could do to get his attention

Looking sad won’t phase him either, you think he cares?

Everything that came out your mouth sounded stupid to him, even if it wasn’t, he couldn’t care less, he saw you as so much less than him

So that’s why he was pretty surprised to see you sitting in his chair reading one of his books. His favourites, to be exact. Did you actually listen in on his conversation about his favourite novels earlier...?

Sat down right next to you and started talking about it, letting the words just flow as you nod with a huge smile on your lips. He’d never had someone just listen and understand. It felt... nice...

Asmodeus

He could never even begin to describe how much he despised how boring and plain you were

You never wanted to go to clubs, you didn’t drink, and you were seemingly immune to all his charms, and that just pissed him off

Constantly threw subtle insults at you whenever he could and made you fully aware that he was ignoring you and that he did not want to be around you for any longer than he needed to be

If he was stuck with you, he’d give you sarcastic responses and these cold dagger eyes. He felt like his entire mood just plummets around you

He’d start complaining like a teenage girl whenever you began talking to him. Not only insulting your personality, but eventually your looks too

Almost felt disgusted being around you?? Like how dare you talk to him. Someone like you shouldn’t even be looking at him

But seeing you so distraught every single time he’d insult you and watching you slowly begin to hate yourself whenever you looked in the mirror, actually really hurt him more than he cares to admit. He doesn’t know why he hates you, it’s not like he wants to, he just does

So decides to take you out shopping one day, because if you want to get to known someone better, what better than going out to buy shit that you both don’t need?

Beelzebub

He couldn’t stand you from the very start

You just asked so many questions, personal ones, it made him angry and he wasn’t afraid to show that

He saw the fear he created in your eyes every time he raises his voice so decides to stop because you truly weren’t worth any of his energy

Actively avoids you. If you follow him to the gym, he’ll turn away from you and put in his headphones to block you out

Whenever he talks though, it’s like there’s nothing there in his eyes. He really doesn’t see you two as equals

Threatens to eat you just to get you to leave him alone

One day, after being scolded and refused dinner by Lucifer, he heard a little knock on his door and when he opened it, there you stood; a tray full of food in your hands

He caught himself smiling at you after realising how kind you actually are to him and he’s been pushing you away for no reason. Perhaps you could sit with him while he eats for a bit

Belphegor

He hates humans, you were no exception

Every single word that came out of your mouth made him wish he’d murdered you the first time

Whenever you attempted to greet him in the morning, he’d walk away or pretend to go to sleep

When he’s around you it just reminded him of Lilith, he couldn’t be around you. He just couldn’t

He knew there was no reason to hate you, but he couldn’t stop himself and he hates that his twin had walmed up to you so quickly even after everything that happened

He’s snarky and sarcastic towards you, constantly insulting you and even blaming you for his sisters death at times, enjoying the look of guilt and pain that flashes through your eyes every single time

But one day, he decides to take a nap up in the attic, only to find you snuggled up in his bed, cuddling all his blankets. He felt rage for a few seconds until he began to feel something else...

He didn’t know what snapped in him but the way you looked so sad as you slept and how you clutched to his blankets like they were a comforting safety to you made him sorta realise how badly he’d been treating you

Well, he’s always wanted a cuddling partner...

This was awful to write, it certainly was not cool. Ouch, writing the boys like this made me feel pain...

Part 2 is here

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me angst

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Jack Frost Designs Review

Yes it’s finally his time. This is going to include his book designs including previous incarnations in said books. There are more movie concept designs than book so, let’s dig in shall we?

This was in fact the first ever Jack Joyce designed while he came up with The Guardians Of Childhood. He even comes with his own backstory! (Which was cut. Sorry Joyce posts walls of text so it’s a girthy read.)

So instead of a young mischievous trickster, we got a much more depressing story of Jack. (Jack by default is sad obviously) but this one... It kind of hits differently and almost reminds me of the story he crafted for Pitch. A dad who tried to defend his family but through tragic events was ripped from them and changed completely. Design wise, he’s a lot more tree than snow. There doesn’t exist a colored version of this so we’ll never know if he sported winter and dull dead leaf colors rather than grassy greens.This Jack has a weird presence to him, I can’t put my finger on it. Rating: 6/10 He’s really neat! Just a little too Autumn feeling rather than a blend of both Autumn and Winter.

Nightlight feels like the baby evolution if Jack was a pokemon and that's what I’m gonna stick with. Below is a more recent version of him colored.

In all honesty that one is easier on the eyes proportion wise because sometimes Joyce has ‘interesting’ anatomy choices but we aint going into that today. It’s interesting how his hair somehow looks shorter and longer than Jack’s at the same time. Could be because the longer strands float seamlessly but star boy hair physics what can ya do. It’s a little hard to tell what is his skin and what is his armor, so that is a casuality in making a character only have one or two colors in their color scheme. I love other artist’s depictions of Nightlight but the canon one feels a little weak color wise. Rating: 5/10 Sorry, get some better LEDs and then come back.

Here we have a book Jack but I can’t entirely recall if this was used in the books or not. I digress. This design looks like him still wearing very Nightlight-esque armor/clothing and slowly growing into his new persona as Jack Frost. The intricacies are hard to make out but we’ll work with it. This one is very interesting to me because he very much looks like an older teen close to young adult. His hair looks very fluffy too. Not many complaints about this one but not much praise either.

Rating: 6/10 Not great but doesn’t stand out that much.

Remember when I said Joyce had ‘interesting’ anatomy decisions? Jack looks like he has half a head here and it bothers me GREATLY. This is the adult Jack design he went with. Supposedly he likes the opera and he sure looks it. This! Exists!! Kind of wish it didn’t. The outfit is nice but it just doesn’t fit Jack as a whole. This just screams to me that it’s someone else with a similar-ish hairstyle.

Rating: 3/10 Guess he’d be the...Phantom Of The Opera. (I’ll go home and so should he.)

And finally the final Jack. This is the one that almost exactly resembles the Jack we got in the movies(Probably because it was made after the movie but w/e) but just add a cape on him. I can’t really tell if hes got a hoodie and a cape, or just a cloak+hood on top of a sweatshirt. It isn’t too important because my thoughts on this one are obvious. Rating: 10/10 Edna Mode would have a field day with you boy.

MOVIE DESIGN TIME

Joyce claims this is a design he drafted when Leonardo DiCaprio was considered to voice Jack and I can kind of see that with how his face is drawn here. This Jack looks a lot more like a warrior and less of that trickster look. I can’t say I’m a fan of the weird antenna his hood has but his sword is really cool looking.

Rating: 4/10 Nice bow and sword but it can’t save your fashion choices.

This looks like a lanky 11-13 year old who would put rocks or slugs in my shoes and relish in my disgust. He has the exact look of a snot nose kid and I’m unsure how to feel about it.

His various hairstyles drafted here sort of make him softer looking or just more of a snot nose, no in between. Maybe even an Anime Protagonist.

The top right one almost looks like Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon if you squint. It’ll be a little hard to rate them all as one individual but why not.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate them but they aren’t my cup of tea.

AH- IS THAT A FUCKIN GREMLIN?

Oh wait no it isn’t he looks like a 10 year old. Whatever don’t feed him after midnight. The staff’s design of not being shaped like a G is an interesting tidbit but the whole design looks like he’s really young or like a troll etc. This Jack looks like he thinks girls have cooties uses outdated slang.

Rating: 4/10 This is me being generous.

It honestly looks like he hiked his pants up all the way to his chest. A late teen with horrid fashion choices once again. Not many other thoughts here.

Rating: 2/10 Get a sweater on or something.

This is one is very interesting looking to me. His clothes looked a lot more leather based and very human-like. The tatters, tears and frays all make him look like he was a victim of an accident that never changed his clothes. It makes me wonder if this Jack had the same death as the final movie Jack or something else entirely. Either way, this one looks like hes a mid to late teen which really adds to my intrigue.

This was another image that greatly resembled the design so I included it here. It almost looks like his skin is blue here which is pretty neat to me at least. He’s also got leaf motifs here, which from the first Jack design Joyce made, we can see a pattern here.

Rating: 8 /10 I was originally weirded out by his head but now its not so bad.

This Jack is definitely dressed more like a nature boy rather than him having human influenced fashion and it’s an appealing touch. The tiny leaf sprouting from his staff is also kind of cute since the designers seemed to want to put leafs somewhere on his designs. His hairstyle is also very cute but it reminds me of Sasuke Uchiha in a sense. (Not a setback for me at least)

Rating: 7/10 13 year old Jack is going thru a phase.

I thought this Jack didn’t show up again in story boards but I was wrong!

They look a little different from each other but just similar enough to pair together, so bare with me. The first one obviously has looser pants, slightly longer sleeves and got his leaf motif going. This second Jack is a VERY green. It gives the impression that this Jack made his clothes out of plants and natural materials. Again I’m not wholly sure if greens fit his color scheme but they sure went for it for a while. I can’t say I’m a fan of it because it heavily reminds me of Peter Pan.

However a very similar looking Jack could be found in this storyboard. It doesn’t look as green as the other storyboards made it out to be and looks more like dead grass. Which is a pretty nice touch.

Rating: 5/10 I don’t hate it but it just doesn’t vibe yknow.

Speaking of a vibe...hoo this certainly has one. This Jack isn’t old but certainly doesn’t look very young, maybe in the 20-30 range, thats just me. He has facial features that remind me of Pitch but resembles the Jack Frost of Santa Clause 3

That being said, I wondered if him looking similar to Pitch was in the storyline of them being brothers.(Which was a scrapped thing, who knew.) He’s a bit more menacing in this design but certainly seems like he relishes in his work.

Rating: 4/10 I’d make it a lower score but I gotta give it props

NOW THIS JACK IS KINDA INTERESTING. This one looks like he’s 16 and going through a grunge phase. He’s gonna play Nirvana loudly and not turn it down even if you tell him too. His staff itself has mini icicles hanging off of it and leafs look stuck to his shirt. Did you glue or staple those on Jack? His hair also looks much longer than his other designs and I kind of dig it( Shut up I’m bias.) I’m not wholly sure why else this design has stuck with me but it just has something about it that I just love. I wish there was a full body drawing of it.

(He also kinda has the same hair as the Jack Frost in Runescape but I wont go on about that hoo hoo)

Rating: 9/10 *Bad Boy by Cascada plays in the distance*

This one definitely feels like middleschooler trying to be in a band. His sticks just resemble drumsticks to me what can I say. I’m a big fan of his shoes and his color scheme screams a hibernating tree in winter. His hair also looks like it’s covered in frost rather than it being wholly white, which is very neat!! He looks like he wants to fight but has slight hesitance. Overall a very balanced Jack.

Rating: 8/10 He’s ready for band practice

Not many thoughts here, I just found these tiny Jack designs cute. His hoodie being a jacket instead just adds to the charm of this one.

No talk to him he angy.

Rating: 6/10 fun sized boi

Now this Jack resembles the one earlier that dressed entirely in leather brown colors, however he clearly is different than that one. I’m gonna say it, he looks like a zombie or undead in this design and its pretty fucking gnarly. I don’t know whats going on with his hair but I’m gonna assume it’s just the wind making it look like that. He just has the vibe that he was once human but was turned into something else entirely. It isnt in uncanny territory but borders that. This version of Jack meeting Pitch and the others would have been *very* interesting. Rating: 7/10 Eat a twinkie Jack you’ll feel better.

The final design! I can’t complain much about this one. The way his staff subtly has a G shape and a hexagon(his signature shape) is a wonderful touch. Additionally, the way the frost is gathered mostly where his hand is such an intricate detail. His signature hoodie is iconic at this point so I can’t bad mouth that either.(I can’t anyway because there's no complaints from me here.) Although, I never understood the leather straps that his pants had or their functions. I couldn’t find any colonial outfits that resembled Jack’s pants so its a total mystery to me at least.

And I can’t go on about this design until I mention the snowflake pattern in his eyes

Pure beauty. It’s at a hue of blue that almost looks impossible to have, combined with the electric blue color of the snowflake in his eyes. The amount of detail in this movie amazes me to this day. Rating: One Great Blizzard <3/10

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wehavebiggerproblems · 3 years

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Fallout 4 Random Companion Headcanons

Wrote these a few years ago, too nervous then to share them.

Ada

-Ada was built in 2268. She's about 21 years old.

-Her first memory is of seeing The Mechanist in front of her. Then she watched as The Mechanist removed their head and smiled.

-She's Isabel's first project.

-Her voice was originally supposed to be more synthesized and robotic, but the more human sound was easier for Isabel to work with.

-Ada prefers to travels in groups with 3-4 people, knowing fully well a robot is a higher target for scavvers.

- Her base body was constructed from many different trial runs of the "ADA" project.

-She's programmed to remain indifferent but the nagging voice in her programming says to do good things in order to to aid other people.

-Ada appreciates the effort Sole goes through to upgrade her body. She doesn't think it's necessary and she's somewhat sentimental about her original form.

-She finds Codsworth's attachment to Sole strange. Almost too human, those Mr. Handy's.

Cait

-Cait loves baths. Bubble baths with bath bombs and even a little rubber ducky. Only Sole knows this.

-The rubber ducky's name is Codsworth. Will not explain why.

-Can fire a rifle over her shoulder behind her. (Annie Oakley style)

-Hates Jazz music. Says it's too slow and calm. Really dislikes it because she's uncomfortable slow dancing with anyone.

-Allergic to feathers. Rad chickens make her sick to be around.

-But once the feathers are removed, the chicken has been cut up, and cooked with some veggies and a loaf of bread, loves it.

-Chicken soup is her favourite dish. Only likes Sole's chicken soup though. Will not eat anyone else’s.

-Shot put would be her favourite sport. Throwing a heavy metal sphere a very long distance is goals.

Codsworth

-Codsworth can speak 8 languages. Including: English, Spanish, French, Japanese, German, Italian, Polish, and Swedish.

-Can recognize almost every written language and translate but lacks the programming to speak every one.

-Nate/Nora got him two years before Shaun was born.

-Sole did minimal repair work on him, and offered to polish him every time he got a dent or scratch.

-He always accepted the polish offer. Very wary of Sole doing factory repairs on him. Would prefer professionals doing the delicate work.

-Always celebrated Nate/Nora and Sole’s respective birthdays. For 200 years.

-When Sole called him "Family", he felt an odd electric pulse through his core processor. He decided to call it a skipped heart beat.

-Calls synth Shaun "Sonny", and "Young Master Shaun".

-Makes Sole's favourite meal when they come back home from Vault 111.

-Will ask to take over if he catches Sole doing chores.

-Hesitates when he has to bring up Sole's spouse knowing it's a touchy subject.

-His favourite friend of Sole's is Nick. Thinks Nick is a good role model for synth Shaun.

Curie

-Curie, like Codsworth can speak 8 languages. However, after becoming a synth, she can only speak about 4.

-Curie loves the feeling of velvet. Collects pieces of velvet clothing.

-Once wore a velvet cape around because she loved the way it draped over her shoulders and fluttered when she walked.

-Has sensory phases. Music, nice noises, soft materials, different foods, perfumes, etc. Collects whatever makes her senses happy.

-During the "feeling phase" her favourite feeling was holding Sole's hand. Loved running her hand over the surface of water. And velvet.

-Talks out what her feelings are with Piper. Piper explains to her what the "spin spin spin" in her head meant.

-Favourite smell is fresh baked bread. Bakes bread with Mama Murphy every weekend.

-Favourite sweet food is mutfruit pie. Will badger Piper to make it with her.

-Curie's motor functions are still new. Sometimes she misses what she was trying to grab and fumbles.

Danse

-Danse is a horrid mechanic. You'd think spending time in the BoS and dedicating time to auto repair with Ingram. Can't put a toaster together.

-But Power Armor is a piece of cake. Can't do much with pre-war tech, yet fixing power armor is as easy as making breakfast.

-Like all gen 3 synths, he loves Fancy Lad snack cakes. He'd share whatever box he'd find with the squires around the Prydwen.

-Scribe Haylen would volunteer to work alongside Danse on all his scouting missions.

-Danse found out Deacon was the one who stuck the dildo to his power armor. He made sure Deacon's wigs were the same bright purple color the very next day.

-Loves country music. When a traveling courier stops by and shares their western/country music, he actually dances.

-Has a heart for kids. Even Billy.

-Leg bouncing habit. Can't bounce his leg in power armor but as soon as he's out, his leg's jittering.

Deacon

-Deacon is in his late 40's.

-Did not lie about his wife and the University Point Deathclaws.

-Enjoys learning about Pre-war culture, spends free time with ghouls asking them about the past.

-Sole can fool him easily about prewar facts though.

-Has incredible luck with the pie claw game. Has won 8 times while traveling with Sole.

-Loves making silly bets. "I bet I can skip this plate across the lake at least 1 time." Proceeds to throw the plate at the water horizontally.

-Doesn't hate Danse. He will pull pranks on him though. Once stuck a dildo on the back of Danse's power armour.

-His hair grows quickly so he has to shave every day.

-Shaves his head, isn't bald. Shaved head works better with his pompadour wig.

-Doesn't like mutfruit. Says it's too acidic and hurts his gums.

-Has a rifle-shaped scar on his forearm. Will tell a different story for it every time.

-Once drank a dozen Nuka Cola Quantums on a dare. His pee glowed for a week.

-Tried going vegetarian once. ONCE. Found out being vegetarian means eating no meat or dairy products. Had to have Sole explain that, while gross, radroach could technically be considered meat.

-Is kinda clumsy. Always bumps into counter edges and stubs his toes on bits of debris.

-Doesn't lie about his family. And when Sole calls him family, promises to never lie about family again.

Gage

-Gage juggled skii balls to entertain the last Overboss, Colter.

-He enjoys small shooting competitions with MacCready, Sole, and X6. All four are sharp shooters.

-Fastest learner. Spent an entire week learning how to cook Sole's old recipes. He can cook them better than anyone with the exception of Codsworth.

-Hums when he works.

-Had a one night stand with Nisha. Ended so bad, he avoids that area of the park at all costs.

-Hates cats. Had an awful run in with a rad lion. Radiated Mountain Lion that tore a scar deep down his back.

-Does routine maintenance on the rides in the park. He knows how everything works there. From social hierarchy - to the intricacies of the Vault Tec: Among the Stars ride.

-His favourite flavour of Nuka Cola is Nuka Cola Victory. Rare to find but easily the best.

-Record farthest shot is a bean can from 410 meters.

-He's a lightweight. Only two beers and he's buzzed enough to sing along with Red-Eye.

-Will tell a different story every time if anyone asks about the eye patch.

Hancock

-Hancock is a history buff. Loves learning about colonial era civilization.

-Has spent days with Kent Connolly researching Silver Shroud information. He knows more about the Silver Shroud than any other companion.

-Has had a fling with every person in Goodneighbor at least once. Even Kleo.

-At least in a sexual way, he is extremely open minded. Welcomes new experiences and new information given anywhere anytime.

-Had a decent childhood with his brother. He remembers tending to the mutfruit trees with him and eating every other piece they picked.

-Adores pickles. Would sit and eat an entire jar of pickles just because he loves the cronch so much.

-All time favourite chem is Mentats. Loves making intellectual jokes while high as a kite.

-Does not know what a lot of pre-war expressions mean, but enjoys saying them and hearing them from Sole.

-Is a master at repairing clothing. How else does the frock stay in such good condition? He tends to it every night.

-As far as euphemisms for ghouls go, he likes "beef jerky".

Longfellow

-Longfellow met Hannah while out hunting. She blasted a trapper's head clean off, and he fell harder than the trapper's body.

-He spent his youth training, hoping to become a Brotherhood soldier one day.

-And then he met a vertibird full of them. They called Far Harbor a dump while gathering supplies there. Officially decided to cease all training.

-Managed to take down 17 Mirelurks in 3 minutes.

-Holds the record in Acadia for alcohol consumption. All records involving alcohol consumption.

-He's really fit? Longfellow could and has bench pressed Sole.

-He only did so because Hancock and MacCready wouldn't shut up about it.

-Loves singing old shanty songs and dancing with Sole. Only when no one else is around though.

-After the events at Far Harbor, he decides to go sailing along the coast. Wants to see the world more.

MacCready

-MacCready does brush his teeth. He brushes his teeth regularly. He started brushing after he left Little Lamplight. By that point the damage was already done.

-Lucy was the one to convince him to brush his teeth.

-He can't stand the smell of lavender. Lavender candles, lavender lotion, etc...makes him feel nauseous.

-He named his sniper rifle, "Lucy"

-Won't drink brahmin milk with cereal even to Sole's encouragement.

-Is very well read. Vault 87 had many educational textbooks hidden among the super mutants.

-MacCready was the longest lasting mayor in L.L. He was mayor for 6 years.

-He has no idea what television is and is afraid to ask any pre-wars about it.

-Wary of all ghouls, both feral and normal. He's not bias to non-ferals, but he is a little uncomfortable.

-Had a crush on Lone Wanderer when they first visited L.L. Mac told Joseph and he made fun of him.

Nick

-Nick has an oral fixation. Smokes out of habit and having the familiar feeling of a cigarette between his lips feeds into human nostalgia.

-His right hand is missing skin because he fidgets only his right. Whether it was picking at the fraying plastic or rubbing the fake skin raw.

-He lost the chunk of neck skin after Myrna accused him of working for the Institute. Tore off a chunk to prove he wasn't a perfect person or an infiltrator synth.

-Ellie was the first person in Diamond City to wholly accept Nick as he is. She asked to work with him as soon as he decided to stay.

-Piper and Nick have jam sessions where they have heavy debates about Diamond City law enforcement and criminal misuse of power in the capitalistic society of pre-war USA.

-Met Dogmeat under an overpass. He handed the dog a snack cake and scratched his head. They've been close pals ever since.

-Will "sleep" around Sole. He'll lay down and manually put himself into "sleep mode". Any unnecessary functions will shut down. He lets his thoughts take over. All Sole hears is the faintest fan whir.

Piper

-Piper plans Sole's 211th birthday. She goes all out, collects balloons, bakes several cakes with Codsworth, makes everyone attend and threatens anyone who would act up. "It's Blue's first birthday out here, you WILL behave!"

-Knows how to make mutfruit preserves, mutfruit pie, mutfruit jam and jelly. Makes it for Nat constantly.

-Has a notebook dedicated to little tidbits of info about Sole.

-Nat is exactly 8 years, 5 months, and 25 days younger than Piper.

-Piper has interviewed every person in Diamond City. Made a game of it with Nat at first, then she just kept going with it.

-Piper has awful shorthand. Almost as bad as Curie's shorthand. Still illegible.

-Piper's handwriting is so bad, Nat does the writing for the paper. Piper writes the final draft and Nat copies it, and sends it through the printing press.

-Despite bad handwriting, Piper is very eloquent. Can make a super mutant sound like good date idea or convince anyone how the mayor might actually be a synth.

-Her favourite of Sole's friends is Kent Connolly. Would gladly dress up and act out Silver Shroud episodes with him and Sole.

Preston

-Preston has insomnia. Cannot sleep well. Has had insomnia since Quincy.

-Can sleep well if he's sleeping beside someone.

-Has a box under his bed of little knick-knacks children have given him over the years. Can't bear to get rid of the kid's gifts.

-He actually likes all of Sole's friends. Even Strong.

-Hates coconut. Once found an Almond-Joy while scaving and couldn't finish it to save his life.

-All time favourite candy is Peanut Brittle. Hard to find but gnawing on the hard chunks is somewhat soothing to him.

-Loves back rubs. Giving and receiving but only from close friends or lovers.

-Once accidently drank a bottle of perfume. MacCready told him it was a bottle of fancy expensive wine.

-Sturges and Preston are the closest of friends, no less maybe more.

Strong

-Strong knows how to jump rope.

-But double dutch is a mystery.

-Before Sole, he only ate meat raw. Sole taught him how to cook it.

-Also lacks patience to cook, but slowly learning.

-Strong was created in Vault 87 after the bombs dropped but remembers nothing from being human.

-Doesn't understand bubblegum. Will always swallow it after a few seconds of chewing.

-Likes having poetry and plays read to him.

-Sleeps holding Sole or having Sole laying across his stomach.

-Loves fire. The smell, the feeling of heat against his hardened skin, the taste of charred meat, and watching the embers fly up and turn to ash.

-Strong can read, but chooses not to because super mutants discourage any educational behavior.

-Likes the sound of clacking keys on a terminal. He'll turn one on and mess around with the keyboard just to hear the different sounds each key makes.

-He can't decide if hand-to-hand combat is better than using guns.

X6-88

-X6 doesn't like using plasma. He thinks the plasma is less accurate.

-But laser weapons are his jam.

-Spends excessive amount of time augmenting his weapon.

-If Sole helped, he would be "happy". Would never say it, but a tiny smirk would pop up on his face for half a second.

-Will collect Fancy Lad Snack Cakes. Hoards them in his bedroom in Sanctuary and in the Institute.

-Sole found his stash and X6 blushed for the first time when they confronted him.

-He called Sole "Mom" instead of Ma'am once. She won't let him live it down.

-He called Sole "Dad" after hearing Shaun call him "Dad" all day. He won't let him live it down.

-Actually likes kids. Won't show emotions, get down to their level, or speak to kids. But he doesn't hate children.

-Especially likes synth Shaun. He taught synth Shaun how to use a laser pistol. Shaun found out and put X6 on probation for a month.

Bonus Vault Tec Rep and Kent Connolly under the cut.

Vault Tec Rep

-Rep spent a couple decades learning how to draw. Loves drawing from life. Mostly draws people. Occasionally draws ferals, mutants, and various animals.

-Was engaged before the war, lasted about 2 years before she died of cancer.

-His favorite food was and still is a well grilled medium rare steak.

-A total neat freak. Every space he uses as a homestead has to be thoroughly cleaned of any bacteria, ticks, dust, dirt, radiation residue, etc

-Teased in school for his red hair. "Rusty" was his least favorite nickname.

-He's extremely susceptible to pet names. Doesn't have to be anything sexual or romantic, just pet names. He blushes like a starstruck starlet.

-Loves love. Romance and old-timey corny love stories. He like to woo his partner. Flowers, chocolate, dancing, movie dates, hand written poems, you name it.

-He misses his old red hair. Years of being a brunette and he's a little bitter about his hair.

-Least favourite part of The Wasteland is amount of bodies he sees on a daily basis. He saw about zero bodies a day on average before the war. Even in Goodneighbor, the average has risen to about 4 bodies a week.

-Favourite part of The Wasteland is the ability to just go anywhere. After realizing he didn't have any obligation to stay any specific place, he just traveled around for a few decades.

-His father worked for Vault-Tec, and when he graduated high school, he was given a job immediately.

-Didn't hate it. Didn't love it at first, but he had a real knack for selling.

-He never had an office in Boston HQ. He got the van, and got a sweet bonus for being top salesman, but never his own office.

-Despite being top salesman, he was only allowed on the first and second floors. He didn't find out till after the bombs dropped that the basement and third floor up had the plans for the various vaults in the area.

-He can't apologize enough to Sole. After thinking on it and checking out vault 111 by himself, he truly feels sorry for what happened.

-Sole gets him a set of steak knives for Christmas. They're homemade by Sole. They tell him he's earned far more than a knife set, but if that's what he's pining for...

-He treasures it so much, he rarely uses them. Just before he leaves for work in the morning, he checks them over and admires them.

-He and Sole have spent days just telling each other pre war stories. He almost knows more about Sole than Piper does. And he's a little proud of that fact.

-He gets along best with, of all people, Deacon. Good sense of humour and always interested in pre-war info.

-Second best is Piper. A nice lady who snoops too much, but does treat everyone with respect and tries to remain unbiased.

Kent Connolly

-Kent was 23 when the bombs dropped.

-He was sleeping in on the Saturday morning when he heard the air raid sirens.

-Hid in his house's basement till the sirens stopped.

-And then the radiation sickness took over.

-It took him about 3 months to turn ghoulish. Quicker than most.

-He dislikes Goodneighbor - the town as a whole. The people are fine, the resources are serviceable, and the safety assured is nice. But he hates how back alley it feels.

-Misses his family the most. They weren't the best, but they made him feel loved and important.

-Speaking of which, Kent had a huge family. I'm talking brothers, sisters, cousins for days, aunts, uncles...he remembers family reunions as huge gatherings chock full of food and kids running amuck.

-Maybe, just maybe, he enjoys seeing Sole all dressed like Shroud a little too much. He's a big fan.

-Once spent 4 grand on a mint condition Issue no. 3 Silver Shroud comic just to find out it was a forgery. Never got that refund. :(

-Writes really well. But only writes Silver Shroud fanfiction. Piper almost convinced him to help write an article about how crime differed before the war and after the war. But he turned her down.

-Nick has agreed to dress up as Shroud if Sole dresses up like Grognak or Mistress of Mystery. But only if Sole dresses up too.

-Irma refers to him as her son. Amari will not say the same, but she also doesn't protest.

-He used to work in comic book shop. (Of course he did.)

-He writes self insert Silver Shroud fanfiction all the time. After the events at the hospital with Sinjin, the Shroud in his fanfictions suddenly start using Sole's pronouns and is described as physically similar as Sole.

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EMBARRASMENT J.K.

Summary: Jean was thankful for your aid, not so much about the interruptions he faced.

Warning: mentions of blood, fluff,

Word Count: 2.6k

A/N: hope everyone is having a good day :)

"This is completely embarrassing."

"It really wasn't until you said something about it."

As much as Jean acted like he despised being taken care of, he truly adored it - especially when it was coming from you. His front always made him appear as if having someone care about him was the worst thing in the world. On the inside, his heart muddled when you offered to help him out.

Maybe the reason he hated it so much was because it showed he was prone to failure and not consistently the best. Maybe he hated it because it made him feel weak. Either way, his wounds need to be cleaned up before they got worse. He didn't heal like Eren did.

It was a stupid incident ending far worse than it was supposed to. Jean's injuries weren't bad, but you couldn't say the same about the other Cadet. One training session gone wrong all because of the male superiority of trying to figure out who was better through a fight. Jean won, barely.

He sat on his bed in the empty barracks. His shirt off so you could clean the cut on his back. A loud wince came out of him when the damp cloth dragged over the wound.

"Stop being such a baby," you rolled your eyes at him, "you did this to yourself." Jean always felt the need to prove himself, always needing to prove he could be the best there was. Maybe one day even better than the Captain himself. If that was his goal, he had a long journey ahead of him.

"Doesn't mean you have to be so rough with me," he grumbled. There were several other bruises and scratches on his skin, none of them bad enough to need attention but just enough to make you think about how much damage he did to himself. He pushed himself too hard sometimes.

"Maybe I like to be," you joked. Jean's cheeks flushed red at your comment. He was thankful you couldn't see him. Nonetheless, your chuckle didn't help his situation. Jean was weary enough about being shirtless around you, he didn't need these comments to make everything worse. Not when there were already nights he couldn't stop thinking about you.

You set aside the small bowl of now bloody water you used to clean his wound. It wasn't deep but he was certainly going to need to watch it so he didn't get an infection. Knowing him, he'd forget all about it until it was too late.

"You didn't have to help me," Jean was quiet.

"I know," you pushed yourself off the bed to grab the alcohol that was a little too far away for you to reach in your spot. Moving meant you got to face him, and the lingering blush on his cheeks. "But I wanted to. Besides," you paused, looking down his torso and strong arms before meeting his eyes again, "I like the view."

Jean let go of a breath as he felt the bed dip again. You sat closer to him this time, close enough that he could feel your thigh against his lower back and your warm breath against his skin. A clean cloth was doused in alcohol to finish cleaning his cut. Without warning, you firmly pressed it against his raw skin.

"Ah!" He groaned out. Jean's hand shot out, without thinking he clamped his fingers around your leg and squeezed his pain away. His grip was bruising, though you probably deserved it after not giving him a warning. "Christ, that hurt."

He became acutely aware of his hand on your leg. His grip on you loosened but he quickly became fearful of moving his hand away from you. Moving meant you would notice if you hadn't yet.

His palm burned through the thick layer of your pants right into your skin and spread through your body. Jean's touch was out of instinct and yet you couldn't get the thought out of your head about how damn good those hands would feel elsewhere. Everywhere.

For a lingering moment, you were both caught in your own thoughts. You were the first to break it. Standing up, his hand fell off your leg and moved back to his lap. A clean, white bandage threatened to be crushed between your hands. While Jean stared at the floor, you placed it on his cut, finishing your aid with him.

"That's it," you broke the silence. Jean looked up at you with desperate eyes. Desperate to pull you close, desperate to see just how you really felt against him. "Clean it every day, you'll be fine."

A small cut you hadn't noticed before was on his cheek. A purple bruise was beginning to form around it and you were sure it came from a heavy punch. Without thinking your hand went to the cut. It wasn't bad, a few speckles of blood around it but nothing he couldn't handle on his own.

The pad of your thumb swiped just below the wound. While your eyes were glued to the small cut, he couldn't take his off the concern on your face. Jean felt awestruck looking up at you from his bed. He nearly melted as the same hand looking over his wound cupped his cheek entirely.

Fuck it.

Jean grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. The sudden jerk caused you to tumble onto him and having you both fall on the hard mattress. He gave you no chance to give him hell before his lips were on yours.

His kiss was hesitant, soft like he was waiting for you to peel yourself off of him and give him shit. Without needing to think you pressed further against him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as your kiss deepened.

His hands grabbed your thighs once more, the intensity of his heat cranked up and instantly making your entire body hot. Jean flipped you around, having your head fall against his pillow. He hovered over you, his bare chest heaving with adrenaline.

"That's one way to thank me, I suppose." Jean chuckled only for a moment, not wanting to stay away from your lips. He adored how your hands trailed across his body - his chest, his shoulder, admiring the muscles on his arms before cupping his face and pulling him closer to you.

"God, I fucking adore you," Jean confessed. His lips trailed along your jaw, your neck, everywhere your skin showed. He nearly collapsed as a breathy moan broke past you when hitting a sensitive patch on your neck. Jean's teeth scrapped against the spot, desperate to get another sound of you. Instead, your fingers threaded into his hair and gave it a harsh tug.

He nipped and sucked at the spot, grinning against you as you whined and wrapped your leg around him. With your heel pressing into him, he lowered himself towards you. His lips were back to yours, desperate for your touch, your taste, everything about you.

"Jean, I-"

"Oh for fucks sake."

You swore your heart nearly burst out of your chest at the voice. Out of anyone who could have entered the room, of course, it had to be your Captain. Levi stood in the doorway, a shameful look on his face. Anyone but him. Hell, you'd take Eren bursting in over Levi. Heat crawled up your neck for an entirely different reason.

"Captain," Jean's voice cracked.

"Get off, (L/N), Cadet. Christ..." Levi dragged a hand down his face. Jean fumbled away from you and did as he was told. The two of you stood up, disheveled and embarrassed, but managed to pull a salute towards your Captain. "Get dressed. Now. You're needed."

Levi said nothing else before leaving. He shook his head on his way out the door, partly amused, partly grossed out. Either way, you'd never seen Jean's face so red in his entire life before.

"That did not just happen," he muttered out, petrified from the experience. Jean looked over to you and became even more horrified at the smile on your face. Were you seriously entertained by the embarrassment? "What the hell are you smiling about."

"Don't worry, Kirschtein," you met his shaky eyes, "you're quite the kisser."

You and Jean found yourselves in a crowded room with your fellow cadets. While the pink in Jean's cheek was unlikely to go away anytime soon, you couldn't get the feeling of his hands against you out of your mind. Whatever the hell the Commander was going over, you weren't paying attention to any of it.

To make matters worse, Jean's gaze was constantly going back to you and the Captain kept noticing. It was pretty obvious your mind was in the gutter and not on the task at hand.

How long did Jean want to do that? How long was this pent-up desire going on? By the neediness of his touch, you assumed it was a while. God, his touch, his hands, his lips against yours. Of course, the Captain had to ruin something so god damn perfect. It was too long you were longing for that moment.

A sinister chuckle came from your side. Connie's hand covered his mouth but it was clear he was struggling to keep quiet. The louder he got, the more eyes turned towards him. Jean met your eyes from across the room. It didn't take him long to realize why Connie was in a fit of laughter.

Your neck was tinged purple and a distinct bite mark could be seen from where he was standing. Connie was getting a front-row view. His eyes darted to Jean and upon seeing his expression, could no longer even try to hold back his laughter. Everyone in the room went silent.

"Captain was right!" Connie caught his breath. He pointed towards the mark on your neck. With all eyes on you, you felt yourself cowering in. Never in your life did you want to be somewhere else. "Jean finally gets some and immediately gets cockblocked."

A loud smack cut off Connie's laughing. Without a thought, your hand went up to smack the back of his head as loud as you could with the space you had. It shut him up pretty damn quick. Reiner, who stood beside Jean, not-so-subtly patted his shoulder. Everyone saw how he lusted after you.

"Enough," the Commander cut everyone's disruption off. Your glare at Levi did absolutely nothing to phase him. Truth was, he just found it more entertaining. That's what you got for showing up late to a meeting. "Stay on track, enough fooling around."

"Yeah, (Y/N)," Connie nudged your side, only earning another slap to the back of his head.

You still didn't know the purpose of the meeting or what was discussed by the time it was over. Thankfully, it didn't seem too important. Your brave face of holding back any embarrassment crumbled the moment you left the room. It wasn't like you were ashamed, just more so it being your Captain finding you and spreading the tale.

You made it to the bathroom, eager for a splash of cold water to hit your steaming skin. Jean certainly didn't hold back with his mark on you. You stared at it in the mirror.

The door creaked open. Assuming it was just someone to use the bathroom just like you, you didn't think much of it.

"I'm sorry." The voice caught your attention. Jean was leaning against the wall, his arms over his chest. If he didn't leave that mark on you, you wouldn't have been flustered in front of everyone. He was too caught up in the moment to think about what was next. "I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Embarrassed?" You cocked an eyebrow at him. It was the last thing you were. Frustrated was more like it. "You're giving me less credit than I'm worth, Kirstein. If you think Levi spilling what happened is going to get me bothered you don't know me too well. It's not like he saw me naked."

"I-I," Jean stuttered out. He couldn't move or speak as you approached him. He was horrified, even after all his friends told him he was doing good with you. Having you calm came as a bit of a shock. Even more so, he was worried he lost every other chance with you because of the interruption.

"You what?" Your finger dipped under his chin so he would look at your eyes instead of your neck. "Tell me, Jean, do you wanna kiss me again?"

He didn't hesitate this time. Jean gave you no warning, no confirmation, just the grasping of your face and the softness of his lips. What a stupid question, of course, he wanted to kiss you again, and again, and again until his lips were swollen and his lungs burned for air. That entire damn meeting all he could think about was your kiss.

Your back pressed against the cool tile as he trapped you in once more. Neither of you cared about being in a public washroom as his hands untucked your shirt and caressed your sides. His kiss was more confident this time, he wasn't worried about you having regret, he was worried about fulfilling your needs.

His teeth nipped at your lip as he pulled away for a breath of air. Jean loved the feeling of your hands in his hair, even more so when you used his strands to encourage him back to you.

"You can't be fucking serious."

Not again.

It was Ymir who stood in the doorway, eyes glued to Jean's body pressed against yours. Was this how the Captain felt earlier today? Disgusting. Maybe this time you deserved it. This was, after all, a washroom for the entire 104th cadets. There was nothing private about your situation.

"Hey, Ymir," your voice was a little too steady for what was going on. Ymir wanted to gag at how casually you were for being walked in on a second time in one day. Your head peaked around Jean's shoulder, his body protecting your crumpled garments from peering eyes. "We, uh, we just-"

"Getting it on in a bathroom?" She made a disgusted face. "Thought you had more class than that, Jean. Guess I was wrong. Now get the fuck out."

"Yes, Ma'am," Jean nodded towards the girl. He latched onto your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom and towards the barracks. His confidence of being able to have a moment of peace with you was dwindling by the second. Back to the barracks meant your friends would all be there, anywhere else ran the risk of running into a veteran again.

God did he wish he had his own private room.

"Jean," you gave his arm a tug to slow him down. The hallway was empty, even if it was just for a minute or two. Your free hand cupped his cheek. "I adore you, too," you never got the chance to tell him earlier before Levi walked in. You placed a single kiss on his lips, sealing your words.

"Maybe I should get injured more often," he toyed. If you helped out with every cut and scrape he received, he'd surely get all the kisses he wished for. You smacked his chest at the idea. This wound wasn't even a bad one and you were still worried about him.

"Don't forget Jean, I'm a lot better at kicking ass than I am at kissing."

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