#between that AND the taste and smell weirdness i was very I ONLY HAVE 5 SENSE WHY MUST YOU TAKE HALF OF THEM
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Fuck Away The Pain
Rick Grimes x female!reader
Warnings: smut, oral (f), dirty talk, cursing, season 5 rick, mentions of twd elements, use of slut/whore, praising kink, degrading (slightly), confession, ass slapping
Summary: Once the group settled into the houses Aaron gave them in Alexandria, Rick can't seem to adjust to being normal again with all of the pain that the world has caused.
Home. Your group finally found a home they could actually live in. Alexandria has everything that the group needed, but some people, mostly Rick, was having issues adapting to being in a community after being out in the world for so long. Sometimes, there is no adapting to anything normal, because there is nothing left to be normal.
Rick had gotten a house for him, Carl, and Judith along with you. He needed a woman in the house who could basically become a mother to his kids, which you were the perfect person. You have been taking care of the kids since Lori had passed away and Rick could never be more grateful that he had you as a friend.
But you both did not want to be friends. No, no, no. See you both had a thing for each other but since Rick was a married man, it made things weird between you two. But now that his wife is no longer here, the sexual tension between the two of you has skyrocketed.
"Hey," You tell Rick when he walked into the house.
"I got dinner in the oven and I was thinking that we should go to Deanna's party tonight right afterward. You know, let the kids mingle with the other kids."
"I don't really wanna go," He groaned.
"Rick, we are going and that is final."
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Getting dressed in your bedroom, you noticed that Rick was struggling to button all of his shirt and then place a tie around his neck. You shake your head and then walk to his room.
"Need a hand?"
He nodded with a sigh before turning to you. Walking up to him, you could smell the body wash that he used in the shower not even an hour ago, along with his natural smell. He looked down at your form, your hands moving to button his shirt before smoothing it down. He almost smiles when he sees that your breath hitches when you get to the top of his chest, leaving two buttons open just for your eyes. He gestured the tie and made eye contact. Your faces were so close together, just a slight movement on either end would lead your lips to clashing together.
He looks at you the entire time that you stand in front of him, tying his tie. You remain focused on his face, tying his tie without even looking, as if you had done it so many times. He noticed that his hands had moved to your waist and you didn't move them.
"Handsome as ever," You say, leaning up to his ear, "and all for me to see."
He shudders as he watches your black dressed form leave the room. He sighs when he notices the very uncomfortable bulge that he has in his pants.
The party was not very fun, given that there was alcohol it made it better but it was still pretty difficult for Rick to handle. He hadn't been to a party like this since Shane had dragged him to one. He starts to get uncomfortable and he went to leave but he saw that a man was flirting with you. He grabbed you away from him and took you back to the house.
"What the hell, Rick?"
"I need you," He says, rubbing his bulge. You look down at his moving hand and you gulp.
He stalked his way over to you, looking you up and down when he places his hands on your neck. He tilts his head and gets so close to your lips but does not kiss you. It is you who kisses him and that man fucking groaned.
Your lips fought against each other, the two of you making your way to the bedroom. His hands never leave your body, pulling actually ripping the fabric of your dress, only to find that you had nothing on underneath. He takes a breast in his waiting mouth and he sucks. Your hand shoots to grab his hair and he moans at the feeling. He moved down your body, setting every inch of your skin on fucking fire. He licked at your skin, desperate to taste every bit of your bod. Spreading your legs, he moved in between your thighs, placing them on top of his shoulders to spread you even more.
Rick breathes in your smell before kissing your clit. Your moans filtered through the house, he licked at your heated core and he put his arm over your hips so that you would not buck up into his face. He needed to be in control, not you. He needed to take his frustrations of the world out on your pussy. That was what mattered. He was tired of the tension between the two of you. He wanted you to know that you belonged to him.
He took your clit in his mouth and he pushed a finger inside you. He needed to make you cum because his dick was getting difficult to not rut against the mattress.
"Rick, I need you to fuck me please." You moan out when Rick moves away from your cunt.
He kisses up your body before moved away so he can remove his clothes. He throws his clothes to the floor and climbs back over you. He kisses you before teasing his tip inside. He pushes in when he has you begging, whining for his cock. He begins thrusting, not even waiting for you to adjust to his size. You moan his name as he moves against you, pressing your bodies closer than they should be able to. He pulls you with him when he moves back onto his knees and he fucks up into you.
"Fuck, you feel so good."
Every once and a while he would say, "That's it, your my little whore aren't you?" "My princess is doing so fucking good for me, taking me so well." He ruts into your body as you cling to his body, wrapping your legs around his waist. He kisses you messily and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
He would call you his little slut as he slaps your ass before you cum on his dick. He groans at the sudden amount of wetness coming between the two of you. He smirks when he pulls another orgasm from you by playing with your clit and sucking on your tits.
He starts to feel his own climax barreling toward him so he starts to thrust faster and harder into you before emptying his spend inside your walls. You let out a loud moan of his name when you feel his warmth spread inside you. You clench around him, seeking every drop of his hot cum. He pulls out and kisses you while laying you back onto the bed.
"I love you," You say.
"I love you too."
"So does this mean I'm yours?"
"You're mine."
#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes x female!reader#rick grimes x reader smut#rick grimes smut#twd#twd x reader#the walking dead x reader#rick grimes#twd smut#season 5 rick grimes
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Meu Amor | Chapter 3
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“Looking fancy today” Taylor says as I walk into the office.
“It’s just a dress.”
“You don’t wear dresses at the office unless it is boiling hot. Which it isn’t. And you are wearing perfume! More than usual!”
“It was a mistake.”
“No, it wasn’t. You have a date tonight, don’t you?”
“Fine, yes. I’m meeting with a friend later today” I say, not in the mood to deal with her questions.
“Male or female?”
“Female. Sarah. A friend from uni.”
“Ok…” she says, not completely buying my story.
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“Miss, over here” someone calls when I step out of the building. It’s a bit after 5 o’clock, and Taylor has thankfully already left. If she caught me right now… “Good evening, miss” the same man says again, opening the car’s door.
“Thank you” I say with a shy smile. Inside, there is someone waiting for me. Rúben. He was in London for an event, asked me to meet him later for a drink, and I couldn’t say no. Why? I still don’t know…
“Hello” he says.
“Hi.”
“Ready?”
“Ready.”
After a few minutes of awkward silence where I try to look at everything but him, he starts talking again.
“I hope you don’t mind I chose the place where we are going.”
“Oh, no, it’s fine. Don’t worry.” And more silence.
“Your phone is completely charged, sir” the driver says.
“Thank you” Rúben replies, reaching forward to grab it. As he moves, he gets a little closer to me, and I can smell his perfume. My God, it smells so good.
“What perfume are you wearing?” I ask, catching both of us by surprise with my question.
“One by Tom Ford. It was a gift, I don’t know much about it beyond that I like it” he smiles.
“It smells really nice.”
“Thank you. Do you like wearing perfume?”
“I do. But Taylor gets headaches very easily and I can’t wear as much as I like. Today I wore a bit more, and she instantly noticed it.”
“Really? I haven’t noticed anything.”
“It’s probably already worn off” I say, smelling my wrist. “Or not.”
“May I?” he asks, pointing at my arm.
“Sure” I say, moving it towards him. He grabs my hand with one of his, the other slowly lifting the sleeve of my jacket. You would think that a guy smelling your wrist could be a bit creepy, but somehow he’s managed to make it look sexy. Very sexy. Just the slight touch of his fingers on my skin is making me feel really hot. Am I turned on? Yes, I am.
“Yours also smells really nice” he says, letting go of my arm. “Which brand is it?”
“Yves Saint Laurent. The one with Dua Lipa” I say, my voice sounding very weird.
“We are here, sir” the driver announces. And I can’t thank him enough. I need fresh air and to put some distance between me and Rúben, because holy shit.
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“Wow, this place is amazing” I say as we walk into the bar he has picked.
“It is, isn’t it? I first came here for a party and fell in love with it. But wait until you try their non-alcoholic cocktails.”
“You don’t drink, do you? Like alcohol, I mean.”
“I don’t, no. Do you?” he asks as we sit down on a table.
“Nope. Only a sip of champagne during Christmas or the New Year, but it tastes disgusting.”
“I don’t like it either” he says, laughing and making my stomach do a flip when I hear him.
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“You were so right about those cocktails!” I say when we leave the bar. “If they weren’t extremely expensive, I would come here at least once a week.”
“I was introduced to the owner once, and I told him that they should release a book with their recipes so everyone can make them at home. But they don’t want to share their secrets.”
“Rude” I say, my stomach rumbling. “Should we get something to eat? I know a nice place around here, and it isn’t an expensive one.”
“Sure. I’ll text the driver to let him know.”
As we start walking, I can’t help but stare at him while he texts. How is it possible that I had never paid attention to him? He is so handsome and…
“Holy shit” I say as I feel my ankle twisting on a weird angle, making me fall the to floor. Or almost, because two big arms around me have avoided the disaster.
“Are you alright?” Rúben asks.
“That stupid cobblestone over there… You son of a bitch!” I yell.
“Do you want me to kick it?” he smiles.
“And risk getting you injured again? No way. But shit, it hurts like hell” I say while limping, Rúben’s arms still around me.
“Come, let’s sit over there” he says, helping me walk.
“Sorry for all the swearing” I say as I sit, “but oh my god.”
“It’s alright, I hear worse when I’m on the pitch. Can I check it?”
“Ok” I say as he kneels in front of me.
“It’s getting swollen, but I don’t think you broke it. Let me call the driver, we must take you to a doctor.”
A few minutes later, the car parks in front of us, the pain on my ankle getting worse.
“C`mon” he says, lifting me in the air as if I was as light as a feather.
“What happened?” the driver asks, opening the car’s door.
“A loose cobblestone” Rúben says, putting me down on my seat with an effortless move. “We need to take her to a doctor. I think it’s just a bad sprain, but just in case.”
“I know where to take her. If we go to A&E, we’ll be there until tomorrow.”
And with that, the two men get inside the car, Rúben sitting next to me and putting my legs on his lap.
“Is it getting worst?” he says, his fingers caressing the skin around my ankle. I just nod, the pain not allowing me to say anything. The pain, and his touch. “Try to focus on your breathing.”
“Like pregnant woman do during labor?” Oh my god, why did I just say that? The pain. That was definitely the pain talking for me and not the fact that our current position and his hands on my legs are making me think about making babies. Nope.
“Yes, like that” he chuckles. “Close your eyes and focus on your breathing. You say you do yoga, right? Try one of those breathing exercises.”
I do as he says, closing my eyes and trying to focus on my breathing. 1,2,3,4 in. He is not here, next to me. 4,3,2,1 out. My legs aren’t on his lap.
Surprisingly, it does help. At least until the car suddenly stops and I feel like my face is about to hit the seat in front of me. But yet again, one of those arms is around me, keeping me in place.
“I’m sorry about that” the driver says. “Some people seem to get their driving licences with a box of cereals.”
“Are you alright?” Rúben asks.
“Yeah, yeah. But my relaxation mood is gone.”
“We are almost there, miss. I promise” the driver says.
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“It’s just a bad sprain, nothing to worry about” the doctor says. “During the next few days your ankle will go from purple to yellow and everything in between, but that’s normal. Remember to put this lotion three times per day, and if it hurts, take some paracetamol. Also, keep it up and rest as often as you can. If in a week the pain hasn’t disappeared, go to a doctor.”
“Ok. Thank you very much.”
“Thank you very much” Rúben says, shacking the doctor’s hand. “I’ll send you those tickets for you, your dad and your uncle as soon as I can.”
“Oh, there is no need. Really. My uncle was joking when he said it.”
“I wasn’t” the driver says. Because the doctor attending me, happens to be his nephew.
“It’s ok, don’t worry” Rúben says, lifting me in the air again.
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“So, where to now?” the driver asks once we are back in the car.
“Your place?” Rúben asks.
“Yes, please. But before that, can we stop at McDonalds? I’m famished.”
“Of course, miss” the driver says, trying not to laugh.
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“Are you sure you’ll be alright?” Rúben asks while we wait for the lift. He is carrying me again, a bag of McDonalds on one of his hands.
“I’ll be fine, I promise. My friend should be coming back from work any minute now. If she was lucky, she may already be home.”
“We are gonna have to squeeze a bit if we want to fit on the lift” he says when the doors open.
“Or you could put me down. I can balance pretty well on just one leg.”
“Sure…”
“It’ll be just a minute, c´mon.”
“Alright then” he says as he puts me down, one of his arms around my waist while I hold to it. Damn, his arms. Have I already mentioned his arms? His big and strong arms?
“See? Nothing happened” I say as I open my flat’s door.
“For now” he replies. “Are you sure your friend is on her way?”
“I am, Rúben. I promise.”
“Then I guess I’ll let you enjoy your dinner” he says, leaving the bag on the table in front of me.
“Sorry about the restaurant choice” I apologize. “I know you aren’t into this stuff.”
“I’ll eat something at the hotel, don’t worry.”
The moment he says that, the door of my flat opens, Rebecca coming in.
“Oh” she says, her eyes fixed on Rúben.
“See? She is already here. You may leave.”
“I… am… already here” Rebecca repeats, her eyes still on him.
“Ok…” he says, not too sure about what is going on. “Will you text me in the morning?”
“I will.”
“Goodnight then” he says, leaving our flat while Rebecca follows him with her eyes. I think she hasn’t blinked yet.
“That… that was your hottie?” she says once Rúben has left.
“Yep.”
“Wow” she says, sitting next me to me on the sofa. “What the hell happened?”
“It’s a long story. Would you mind if I tell you all about it while devouring this?” I say, picking the food bag from the table.
“Go ahead. I’m all ears.”
#ruben dias#ruben dias x reader#ruben dias fanfic#ruben dias imagine#football fanfic#football imagine
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I just found out the Wip Game. Can we have Single Mom Lily's snippet, please?
Well this ended up being a stupidly long snippet, but I'm going to share it anyway. For anyone who isn't aware, this fic is James and Lily breaking up during the war because of safety concerns, Lily goes into hiding and returns 5 years later with a kid.
This scene is the first time they see each other again. This is very roughly edited, so forgive me for any weirdness.
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In the end, James went to the pub with Sirius and Remus on Friday. How could he not? Even if he was devastated over the revelation about Lily, he couldn’t bring himself to miss the chance to see her. The worst fucking part about the whole thing was that he still, inexplicably, wanted her.
They arrived early, and James was two drinks in before the door opened and her fiery, red hair danced into the bar. James knew the instant the door opened that it would be her. It was alway her presence that resulted in this pull in his chest, this longing in his heart, a desperate desire to close the distance between them. Instead, James took another drink and let it seal the wall between them.
Lily felt the change in the air when she walked in the pub. There was something about being in the same room as James that she could always tell. She expected it to dim or disappear during their time apart, but it seemed to only get stronger. Pushed to explain it, Lily would say that it was his magic. She learned to identify it by taste and smell and presence. It was spicy, almost, and heavy. It sparked when she came in contact with it, leaving her on edge and calmer all at once.
He was here. She was here.
James drained his glass and tapped the side of it to refill it. It was a handy spell they implemented a few years ago to keep patrons well stocked. James took another long pull from his glass. He knew he should slow down, pace himself, but the fact that Lily was now walking toward him took all his willpower away. He drained his glass, and filled it again.
Lily caught sight of him from across the bar, but he didn’t seem to see her. She watched him drink from his glass; sipping deeply or drinking heavily, she couldn’t quite tell. Time had blurred some of the details, like an overexposed photograph that was fuzzy and indistinct. Looking at him now, in sharp contrast, took her breath away. He looked good. Of course he did. James had always looked good, but five years of time and age suited him well.
James saw her, out of the corner of his eye, and he stopped breathing for a moment. How could he breathe when she was in the air around him? He couldn’t look at her but he also couldn’t not look at her. Time had blurred some of the details, but she came sharply into focus now. She was beautiful. She had always been beautiful, from the time she was eleven and a clumsy little girl stepping onto the train, but now? She was painfully beautiful. So beautiful it hurt him.
His hair was the same as always, a mess on his crown, and longer than she remembered. His shoulders were broad, and she could see the way his muscles tensed and rippled under his shirt. His cheeks and jawline were sharper than they had been five years ago, as though he had lost some of the pudge of youth still remaining on his frame back then. She wondered if she even knew it had still been there when she’d known him last.
Her hair flowed over her shoulders, in deep red waves. Her eyes sparkled green, even from across the room, and he could feel them burning his skin as she looked over him. Her body showed the most change. It was smoother, softened by age or by motherhood—and he was reminded that he may not even know her body anymore. How had it changed when she carried another man’s child, and could he even look at her without thinking of that?
Lily walked up to the table, and willed James to look at her. James avoided looking, glancing down at his glass again. Remus and Sirius stood and hugged her tight, but James kept his seat as though he didn’t even acknowledge her. James couldn’t stand for fear that he would just fall back down. She sat and watched him for any sign of how he felt with her there. He felt his heart shatter but he couldn’t bring himself to let her see.
“Oh, it’s so good to see you all again.” Mary was pressing her hands to her cheeks, smiling so widely. “I can’t believe we all made it through the war. I never dared hope.” She looked around the bar, as though searching for a face she didn’t see. “Where’s Peter?”
The boys shifted nervously in their seats. Remus cleared his throat. “Peter did not survive the war.”
Mary’s face fell. “Oh no, I’m so sorry.”
Sirius snorted. “I’m not.”
Mary’s eyebrows furrowed. “I think we’re missing the rest of that story.”
Remus sighed. “It turns out that Peter was working for Voldemort. He betrayed us, and—” Remus looked across the table at James, who took another drink from his glass. “Well, it was not good, in the end.”
“Bloody fuck. I never would have expected that of Pete.”
James snorted. “We didn’t either.”
It was the first she heard him speak, and his voice was a bit of a surprise. She didn’t know if it was the liquor or the atmosphere, or just the way he was after five years, but his voice was deep and warm, slightly husky against her ears.
He hadn’t meant to speak, not yet, not for this, but the words had slipped out and she heard them and he couldn’t bring himself to look at her still.
A pang hit both their hearts when he couldn’t look at her still.
Mary glanced nervously between James and Lily, not speaking but clearly waiting for someone to say something. For the span of the most uncomfortable pause to ever exist, no one said a thing.
Remus finally broke the tension and spoke up. “Where have the two of you been for the last five years? I know you were in hiding.”
Mary smiled at him. “We were. We were tucked away in this little cottage next to a quaint little muggle village. We were under heavy wards and could only go out in disguises.”
“Just the two of you, then?” Sirius’s voice took a sharp edge, and he spoke again before Mary could respond, with his eyes fixed on Lily. “We heard that you have a kid.”
Lily’s heart slammed against her chest. Was this why James wouldn’t look at her? Was he mad at her because she hadn’t told him about the baby?
James focused on keeping his breathing controlled, slow even breaths to keep the panic from building in his chest. Could he sit here and listen to her talk about her child like what they had never even mattered?
Lily spoke slowly, trying to gauge the impact of her word as she said them, but so slowly that James felt the delicate torture of a million needles piercing him with every sound from her lips.
“I do.” Her tongue darted out to wet her lip, lubrication to force the words out of her mouth, and James felt the movement cut him as much as he saw it out of the corner of his eye. “I have a little boy. He’s—”
James was moving before he realized it, fleeing from the table before he could hear any more about the child he didn’t want to know anything about—the child he wished never existed—and James hates himself as soon as the thought pops into his head.
Lily watches him walk away, unable to say anything else because how can she keep talking about the little boy who looks so much like James when James won’t look at her.
Lily watched his retreating back until it disappeared out the door of the Leaky Cauldron and into London. Lily sat in the heavy silence that was left in his wake, the weight of it pushing all of the air out of her lungs. How could she continue speaking when she couldn’t even breathe?
“Sorry about him.” Remus spoke quietly, but Sirius snorted next to him. Remus silenced Sirius with a glare. “He’s not—um—reacting well.”
“Bloody well shouldn’t be, I’d say.” Sirius fixed a glare at Lily again, ignoring Remus’s remonstration. “He waited for you, you know, and you just come back with someone else’s kid like it’s not a big fucking deal.”
Lily’s eyes shot to Sirius, the meaning of his words hitting her like proverbial stones cast against her shame. James didn’t know, didn’t realize, that the baby he was running from was his own. James thought she betrayed him. James thought she stopped loving him. James thought—
“Wait, that’s not—”
“No, Mary.” Her friend stopped talking at Lily’s words, instead pursing her lips together disapprovingly. Lily ignored it and turned back to Remus and Sirius. “I’m sure that was difficult for him.”
Sirius snorted, and Remus only regarded her with a raised brow. Sirius made a disapproving clicking sound with his tongue. “Yeah, well, that’s a damn understatement. Practically drank himself under his couch after he heard about it.”
“How did James hear about it? I didn’t mention him when I saw you.” Mary’s voice was hard, challenging.
“Maybe you should have.” Sirius met her with equal vitriol. “We could have told him first, maybe.”
“Sirius, that’s not fair. He knew before we did.” Remus turned back to them, definitely the softer of the two but there was no warmth in his gaze either. “He overheard someone talking about seeing you.”
Sirius snorted again, and Lily vaguely wondered if that sound was just an automatic response to her now. “Yeah, bound to happen if you’re prancing around London with your sprog like—”
“Enough.” Mary’s voice cut off whatever her actions were like, but Lily could sense that it was a less than flattering comparison. “I won’t let you talk to Lily like that. She—”
Lily placed a hand on Mary’s arm, silencing her once more. “It’s alright, Mare. They’re just defending their friend. James is hurt.”
“Yes, but Lily, they don’t—”
“I know. It’s fine.” Mary narrowed her eyes at Lily. “No, really, it is. I get it. I do.” Lily gathered her coat and scarf, standing up from her seat. “I know you won’t believe me, but I never forgot about him. I thought about James every single day for the last five years. And I—” she swallowed hard, trying to prevent the lump from forming in her throat “—I never stopped loving him. Not for a minute.” Lily turned to Mary. “Stay, catch up. I’m going to go get my son and then go home. I’ll see you there.”
Mary grasped her hand, squeezing slightly as Lily turned and walked out of the pub. The tears began falling before she could apparate away.
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Surface Tension- 3,4,10,11
(I promise I'll answer your beautiful comment on Surface soon, it made me swoon and filled my heart and I wanna take time to respond properly)
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
The multi ghoul loved the taste of blood, and Dewdrop was especially delicious. The other smelled of arousal and iron, like a short circuit, like electric smoke and hot metal and life energy and sweat. It thrilled Swiss to no end, saturated his brain.
Describing tastes and smells, especially of things I have a very deep love for like blood, is one of my favorite things to write. I want to create an image in my reader's mind, put the taste on their tongues, the scents in their noses, like I can smell and taste it myself when I write.
4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?
“Yeah, no,” he clicked his tongue. “Anyone else maybe.”
The back and forth between Swiss and Dew. The banter. Swiss' little lies and twisting the truth and manipulation, Dew's knowledge of how he's in trouble already the second Swiss arrives because there's no way the multi showed up to help him for real. I can't get enough of these two talking!
10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?
It echoes a previous response for question 10 for Drought, a couple asks back, but: Swiss is my go-to sadist, I heavily headcanon him with a blood and knife kink (which I will absolutely write more of someday). And Dew's the one that cut himself and bled so sexily over his guitar so it had to be him. If there's blood somewhere, good chance Swiss will come running. Man can't resist it. #relatable (maybe only for me and people with a blood kink tho XD )
11: What do you like best about this fic?
How I wrote it. I felt possessed XD I wrote the whole thing and got it posted in less than two days. Now, I write all the time, at work, I write for a music magazine, like, writing it my thing, but writing a fanfic? I hadn't done that in about a year at that point. And I don't post my erotica and/or fanfics online usually. I write for people or commissions or friends or just for myself most of the time. But I was way too scared to post fanfics on archive sites. Bad experiences in the past with fandoms and all that. I dunno why I HAD to write Surface Tension and HAD to post it, physically it was a need. I just, had to. I wrote it and posted it in a weird fever dream-like state where, honestly, if I had thought 5 minutes about it, I would have psyched myself out and I wouldn't have posted it. But I couldn't. I just had to do it. Then sit with that knowledge.
That one fic lead me to join the Ghost fandom and meet all of you wonderful people and feel so seen and valued. And able to help support and encourage artists that have come to mean so much to me in the past two months. It's NUTS I wrote this and posted it. But clearly that's the tengent my life needed to take at that moment in time and I regret nothing. What I like the most about Surface is how it started my journey here.
A thousand thank yous once again for the questions Saint!
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😩🌸🕯💊❤📝
e/j
SPONGE BOY ME BOB!!!! i love e/j sm guys you don’t even know
😩 he def can sneeze quite a few times, max being maybe 3 times in a row on a normal day. it’s not everyday he has a huge fit but it probably happens at LEAST once a month, he’d had to have forgotten to take medication before going out in the grass or something like that.
🌸he’s not DEATHLY allergic to flowers but i can see daisies being his only weakness when walking around in a forest that has flowers of multiple kinds. around daisies he can have a serious fit of maybe 5-6 sneezes that’ll leave him having to retreat back home, and def does leave him still sneezing horribly even when he gets back inside.
🕯he’s kinda allergic to a little bit of everything daisy flowers only being like the thing he most dreads, but in a dusty ass room he can sneeze, around rotten or strong sweet smells he can sneeze, but those things would have to be around him and super overbearing for him to be set off. what CAN set him off pretty badly that is out of the ordinary is his own mucus. if the goop in his nose runs or squishes around in his nose in a weird way it can tickle and lead to a small fit.
💊 he doesn’t fight taking medication but he definitely forgets a lot and slender isn’t always there to remind him since he has a lot of people he has to give medication to at once. he very much prefers pills over liquid as he has a fear of choking on liquids since he has the whole goopy face thing going on. you can’t really mix liquid nyquil with applesauce or any food really without it tasting weird but if there is any slight but of effort put into doing that that doesn’t require him to take it in liquid form then damn it he’ll take it.
❤️god i’d say a scenario i absolutely love thinking about is him so so sick with a nasty chest + head cold, everytime he attempts to breathe through his nose snot and bubbles just ooze out of his nostrils and it makes him all yucky and stuff, he def hates it, but i love thinking that when he’s in that state, slender or someone he’s really comfortable with grabbing a handkerchief or a handful of tissues and holding them to his nose to blow since his hands are already coated in mucus, y’all know the whole shpeel of it, if you don’t like mess don’t look but just like imagining the cloth/tissues immediately becoming soaked and vibrating as he’s blowing, the snot bubbles building up on the sides of his nose, the webs and trails of snot dripping down where the tissues/handkerchief tape off, the loud wet gurgles ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ ugh. it ends up being so so gross when they remove the cloth/tissues but e/j just feels so much relief and that’s rlly all that matters, maybe he mutters a lil “ghh- thaghk you,,”
📝 OKOK lemme think,,,,,,it’s so simple but if everybody or at least most people are at the dinner table, eating, e/j is probably next to somebody who drowned themselves in cologne/perfume a few minutes before. he starts hitching very quietly, slowly raising his hand up to his face (he has his mask on), and suddenly his head snaps right into his elbow and starts having a rapid fire fit, after every single sneeze sa/lly from the other side of the table yells “bless you!” and trying to be nice, e/j tries to (and succeeds with dread) between hitched utter a congested “thaghk you-“ after every bless you he gets from her, some people at the table just start giggling and laughing at the both of them and slender is grabbing a few tissues while trying not to chuckle himself
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Bokksu Box #1 Review
Theme: Seasons of Japan (the standard first box provided in your Bokksu subscription)
Arrived: August 17
# of Unique Snacks: 16
The Shipping: Subscription confirmed: August 4 → Shipping label created: August 8 → Delivered to my mailbox!: August 17
As you can see, this is the basic Bokksu orange box design. Good quality box though, and unlike June's Sakuraco box, it came in a plastic bag which preserved how nice it looks.
The Contents: This first box included 15 snacks and one tea pairing, as well as a thank you postcard from the founder and Bokksu Culture Guide (scanned and provided below). I had this snack box with a local friend (not June) in a slightly ill-planned picnic a day after the box arrived.
Snack Review
The sixth thing to know about Bokksu is that “There is no right way or order to eat your Bokksu box!” (Top nine things to know when starting your Bokksu journey). Thus, my friend and I chose the order of the snacks, in turn, by simply selecting the one we wanted to try next. In hindsight, I see now that this seasons of Japan theme meant that the snacks were divided by season… which makes sense. But honestly, I’m glad we did not do it in that order or even that grouping for reasons I’ll get into below. I have divided the review by guide order and denoted the actual order we ate them in.
(Most of the snack pictures I took were... not good, but the pictures of the food in the guide were actually very accurate to the actual food so please reference that for this time.)
Alright, now for the real meat of the review!
SPRING
#8. White Strawberry: WOW! I am glad we did not start with this one first because it would not have been topped! White chocolate infused freeze-dried strawberries: Great flavors and excellent texture! This was my only 10/10, and honestly I’d get some from the Boutique, they were so unique and delicious. The flavor really was a nice balance between white chocolate and strawberry and perfectly blended too.
Organic Genmaicha Tea: We didn't have the tea with the food this time. We didn't actually think ahead to bring any liquids at all, actually. It impacted the experience a little but not at the fault of Bokksu... We will rectify that next time
#5. Vegetable Arare: Tomato: Flavor like dusty tomato soup. Lowest snack of the night for my friend; she would not have it again. I think I’ve had some Asian snacks with this tomato powder flavoring before so I was somewhat acquainted to that canned tomato soup taste HOWEVER it just didn’t work on the arare shape. “Arare is a type of bite-sized Japanese cracker made from glutinous rice,” according to Wikipedia, and it did not deliver the tomato powder well. It was like a weird, larger than expected, stiffly poofy cracker with no flavor on the inside, and by the time my tongue acknowledged the tomato flavor of the outside, the cracker was already eaten and swallowed, so the tomato was basically an aftertaste.
#10. 20th Century Pear Biscuit: Fragrant with a fun touch of the cheese filling. It reminded me of the milk cheese crackers we had at the airport, except with a lighter cookie and much stronger scented cream, like you could smell it when you opened this. The pear scent was strong and you could taste it with the cheese, which I truly enjoyed. Absolutely would get this again.
SUMMER
#15. Handmade Yuzu Sake Candy: My friend didn’t like the sweetness and was disappointed it was only 0.1% alcohol content thus not enough to get her drunk (joking). I liked it for a hard candy. It was the last thing we had and it served as a nice palette cleanser imo. The yuzu flavor actually came through while the sake did not so, win-win for me. My main complaint it that the dehydrator packet that came in the candy bag did not do its job and the candies melted together and to the packet, meaning the remaining candies I eat will have paper stuck to them.
Irony.
#7. Dondon Yaki: Tonkatsu sauce is great on fried meat but I’m not sure about on chips. It’s a little much for the tongue to absorb. It was definitely the cutest snack name though!
#12. Seaweed Tempura: Sudachi Citrus: The sudachi citrus flavoring is a shock to the tastebuds. At first, it’s absurdly salty (all the savory snacks were a little oversalted tbh). Then the tang kicks in and it tastes totally different by the time you’ve finished chewing. It’s definitely an experience but not our favorite one. Making a chip out of seaweed and tempura is unique, I will give them that. The flavor is definitely too strong to have too many of but once you get used to it, it’s pretty fun to eat.
#9. Zawawa Sable: We got so hyped for this one it's basic taste was a greater disappointment than it should have been. The appearance was great, the rich sugar scent was enticing, and the description was fascinating. But dang. The actual taste was nothing special and kind of dry. For a cookie of this thickness, I wanted more buttery crumble from the texture but instead it was like an undercooked biscotti.
It looks so good but tastes so mid 😔
AUTUMN
#11. One-Bite Sesame Mochi: A quality mochi! My friend thought it was too much sesame for one bite (it was completely rolled around like a fried sesame ball) but otherwise enjoyed the texture. I didn’t mind the sesame but it was bit too much bean paste for one bite. I really enjoyed the overall flavors though.
#14. Matcha Stick Cake: Chocolate: Another disappointment. My friend is a big matcha enthusiast so she was hyped for this one but it was instantly not good. The cake crumbled in a super weird way in your mouth that made it feel dusty but if dust was huge. The matcha flavor wasn’t particularly fragrant and you couldn’t taste the chocolate almost at all. And this was our last big snack so… bummer. (I’m thinking Bokksu’s hit rate with cakes is just not gonna be that great, partly because it’s hard to have good single packaged cakes to begin with, but admittedly all of these would have been improved with a tea paring.)
#3. Kinako Azuki Crunch: Like a rice krispie but better (richer flavors and not as marshmallow sweet). The flavor, texture, everything about the actual snack was on point, but omg, it was tiny.
I feel like with a light snack like that, you need more substance to fill out the experience. It was so small, we only got one azuki bean per piece, which also detracts from the main selling point. I’m hoping this single-bite-sized packaging was only for Bokksu and their official product is more substantial because I would totally get a rice krispie sized version of this.
#4. Soka Senbei: Ume Zarame: The tartness really hits ya. Honestly, it could have been more subtle (and I’m not just saying that as a person who’s not a big fan of tart). You couldn’t really taste the zarame sugar at all, and the tartness lacked any fruit/plum flavor. The rice cracker itself was surprisingly tough; I had to smack that thing in half. With a better flavor, it would have been a nice thing to crunch on, similar to biscotti.
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WINTER
#2. Yokohama Butter Sandwich Cookie: The promise of little pictures on the cookie made this one the one I was most looking forward to, and it did not disappoint! First of all, the printed pictures were well-done, cute, double-sided, and between two cookies, it was all different images.
Second of all, it was delicious. The buttercream filling had a delicious milk flavor that smoothed out the saltiness of the cookies. My friend was a big fan of the salt.
#6. Iburigakko Smokey Chips: Slightly sour BBQ flavored chips. Not a shocker given the smokey description and the pickeledness. I do enjoy poofed chips but this one wasn’t quite light enough so it was almost a cross between a cracker and a potato chip. My friend was unimpressed with the more dagashi type snacks.
#13. Kanalce: Kanazawa Earl Grey Cake: after being let down by the chocolate cake and the French sable, we weren’t super looking forward to the remaining cakes, but this actually surpassed all expectations! It looks super simple, but it has a delicious fragrant and a unique flavor to match. My friend, the tea enthusiast, said “it tastes like you’re eating earl gray!” Plus, it was wonderfully moist. Talk about a lasting impression.
#1. Tsukisamu Anpan Chocolate: As the first thing we ate, I think this was the universe immediately clocking us up the head for forgetting to bring a liquid to the picnic. The cakes in general were hit or miss with the moisture, but this one was very dry in the chocolate brownie part. We definitely were wanting water/tea after the first bite (and to be fair to the guide, that is what is recommended…) Flavorwise, the bean paste in the center overwhelmed any chocolate flavor there may have been, and it was just a standard red bean paste flavor, a negative for us who were looking forward to that “brownie” taste in the description. Even as a red bean paste enthusiast, all I could think about was how this would have been better as a Chinese mooncake.
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Final Notes
My friend and I both had a lot of fun experiencing this first snack box together. Overall, I’m personally highly satisfied with this first box and the Bokksu experience. The snacks look as promised, the flavors in the guide are accurately described (for the most part), there's a good variety of different tastes, the guide itself is well-designed, and everything came well-packaged and delivered.
However, Bokksu's first box, whenever you start your subscription, is this Seasons of Japan box, so while I am glad to see that they delivered on a good diverse snacking experience, I am looking forward to seeing if they can keep up the variety and quality levels over the next several months.
Until next time,
—Glissando
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Hello :)
Sukuna. fluff. Pretty please.
Could you write something about sukuna falling for itadori's best friend. You can throw some angst in there too because I am a masochist❤️
Sukuna x F! Reader
oh god, this turned purely self indulgent halfway through. low key thinking of turning this into a series to give you the angst you deserve.
A/N: (reader is Itadori’s senior and is 18) (loosely inspired by the song “me and my husband” by mitski)
“And I am the idiot with the painted face
In the corner, taking up space
But when he walks in, I am loved, I am loved”
——-
- You had been one of the few poor senior students who had been victim to what had been Itadori’s “elevator pitch” for more people to join the occult club early back in high school. [the said “elevator pitch” being him jumping out at random people with a white bedsheet over his head saying “boo” as he handed you the club form]
- You didn't end up joining the club. But you somehow did end up getting joined at the hip with the chaotic mess under the white sheet.
- Whether it was you two rushing to the theatre to watch Jennifer Lawrence’s new movie, or going to a revolving sushi place [only to get pocky from a nearby vending machine instead because revolving sushi is apparently expensive], Itadori Yuuji had become a comforting and very important presence in your life.
- So of course when he suddenly dropped out of your life, being the worried friend you were, you decided to poke around a little only to find out that he was...dead?
- Maybe a few months down the line, you would’ve started to slightly recover from the tragic news you had just gotten. Instead, what you got was your supposedly dead best friend popping up days later to tell you that he ate a finger and now he was the vessel for some centuries old curse,,,
- Um yeah...safe to say that Yuji did not expect you to go into the fit of emotions that you did [boy had the audacity to call you dramatic for fainting and then crying while hugging him once you gained consciousness]
- some time passed and Yuji and you didn’t see each other much with him practically training to be the strongest jujutsu sorcerer. Still, simply happy to have him back alive, your brain managed to convinced itself that everything was still the same.
- And it was when he’d sneak out a day or two from his heavy schedule and you’d be back to your normal routine of watching movies, stuffing your face with snacks, getting your face licked by the mouth on Yuji’s hand…
- ,,,wait what
- The first time the curse had made contact with you was simply out of annoyance of why the stupid brat even took the time to see someone as mundane as you so often.
- His plan was to simply scare you into leaving, knowing it would cause the brat pain.
- So he grabbed the opportunity when Yuji moved forward to brush off some popcorn dust on the side of your mouth, not only licking the side of your face but also being successful in slightly grazing his teeth against your tender skin.
- Yuji had mentioned that being a vessel had caused some weird physical “abnormalities” for him. you didn’t understand it back then but at least knowing that had sort of prepared you for such an instance.
- So imagine the curse’s surprise [and an even further growing annoyance] when your eyes barely widened for a second before you burst into laugher,
“Didn’t you train your dog to not bite?”
- by now, Yuji had jumped 5 feet away from you and was still halfway through his string of apologies, but upon hearing your reaction, he mused on your fake calm while letting out a chuckle himself,
- “Guess I’ve got to get a leash for him”
- By this point, the ever so indifferent curse had taken two teenagers talking about him like a mere annoyance as a personal challenge.
- And that’s how it started.
- He’d come out every now and then, licking your fingers as Yuji passed you something or making lewd remarks on anything and everything that you ever started a conversation about.
- But you and Yuji barely paid him attention and it was an understatement to say that it infuriated the living hell out of him.
- Particularly you, who wouldn’t even be annoyed or sarcastic about his tactics anymore. Instead, treating him like a friend who was simply joining you and the brat to hang out.
- He hated it. Hated how bright your laugh was. Hated how you made them stop every time you saw a stray animal just so you could pet it. Hated how your skin was as soft as a cloud and how you sometimes smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d kill you in an instant if he could ugh.
- it was a weekend and Yuji and you had been watching a movie, even though Yuji was barely paying attention. You knew he was tired as his large frame slumped over your shoulder. Pulling the blanket up to his face, you once again felt the wet feeling of the assaults you had grown familiar with on the side of your hand.
- “You could’ve just asked for a pocky if you wanted one, no need to lick it off my fingers you grumpy little thing”, you laughed as you stood up to go to the bathroom
- that snapped the final string.
- Coming back into your living room, you wondered if Yuji had somehow gotten up in his sleep and managed to draw weird black lines over himself all in the span of 5 minutes.
- ‘Yuji, what the fuck?’
- ‘Well well, now who’s acting like a grumpy little thing’
- The deep voice sent rumbles down your spine and you knew in an instant what had happened.
- Even though your breath hitched in your throat and your body begged for you to run as fast away as you can, you held your ground as you simply tilted your head at the curse
- “Well, I’d like my best friend back if you don’t mind.”
- You saw the smirk on Sukuna’s face falter for just a second before he crossed the space between the couch and you.
- Now as strong of a front as you managed to hold up until now, watching something like that stride straight towards you would have had even the strongest of sorcerers shitting bricks.
- Instinctively, you took a few steps backwards, but he simply continued to close the distance between the two of you until you were backed up against the wall.
- You flinched as he slammed a hand right next to your head and he seemed to gain immense satisfaction from that as he looked down at your startled face with a smirk plastered on his tattooed face.
- Sukuna was sure that you’d be begging for his mercy any second now. His smirk widened and he was ready to mock your pleas as he saw you open your mouth to say something,
- “ ...so much for a damn pocky.”
- All those other times you had caught the curse off guard were nothing compared to the “partially-confused partially-baffled” expression that he held on his face now. It almost made him look human. Almost.
- You didn’t realise just how long you were holding his gaze until Yuji took back control and apologized like a million times over, reassuring you that he would’ve never let you get hurt.
- The curse didn’t show up for almost a week after that. And while you were grateful for not having to wash off your hands or face 14 times a day, you somehow felt anxious about its sudden disappearance.
- All those worries were thrown out the window as he once again showed up while Yuji was passed out on the couch after a particularly tough session with Gojo sensei.
- Looking at the curse, you felt anger more than anything, how could he just drop out on you with no warning and then show up in the middle of your living room- ...wait a second, why the hell are you mad at a literal curse for not telling you he was taking a mental health break or whatever it was that he was doing?
- While you sorted out through these conflicting thoughts in your mind, the curse seemed to be going through a similar crisis.
- Having woken up in the brat’s fragile human body with no warning whatsoever, Sukuna wasn’t in the mood to see your face so soon again. He didn’t know why your physical presence unsettled him so much. All he knew was that he hated it. Even more now that he knew what you looked like all scared and small compared to his vessel’s towering build, and how you smelled even sweeter than what he had tasted, and how despite all that you still had the courage to stand up to someone as dangerous as him. Ugh, disgusting.
- “The stupid brat passed out.”
- Such a simple statement caused you to snap your head up at him. But he didn’t wait for your reaction as he somehow managed to plop down on the couch while still looking graceful. Picking up the half eaten box of pocky, he warily pulled one out, eyeing it as if it was a poisoned dagger before breaking off a piece and placing it on his tongue.
- “This is what you would risk your life for, brat?”
- He turned his head slightly to look at you still frozen in place, staring at him with that doe eyed look that made his chest burn a little. Isn’t this what he wanted all along?
- “Are you simply going to stand there and gawk? I don’t bite-...well, not unless you ask me to.”
- He knew that would set you right back to your usual self,
- “...maybe we do need to get a leash after all.”
- Sukuna internally grinned as he saw you move to the other side of the couch, ready to hear whatever more of the snarky comeback that you’d have (not that he was anticipating it, it was just the better alternative to being gaped at. Or so he told himself)
- “You ate the non chocolate covered part of the pocky by the way-”
- “As if a layer of this disgusting brown substance can make the rotten stick taste bette-”
- “Well aren’t sticks all you had to eat in yOuR TiME anyways?”-
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- You somehow managed to fall asleep after the bickering, proceeding to sit in silence after you told him to not bother you while you tried to read. You wouldn’t admit it, but you were a little disappointed when he actually didn’t. Instead, he sat on the couch with a slight smirk still plastered on his face, continuing to simply gaze at you. your heart did lunges every time you slyly looked up from your book to take a peak at him. you wondered how many ways he had come up with to kill you so far.
- On the other hand, the curse sat idly, watching you while his thoughts rumbled in his mind. Maybe killing you can be pushed off the agenda for now. There are much better ways to hurt the brat anyways aren't there? Perhaps he could use one of these brownish covered sticks to-...what is he thinking?
- He ultimately deems it stupid brat’s humane emotions and sheer stupidity that must be interfering with his thoughts.
- A loud sneeze snaps him out of his daze as he sees you slumped against a pillow, your book falling off your lap. And then he does something that he immediately decides that he would pretend to have not done for the rest of his existence. Luckily, the brat takes back control right after he does it anyways.
- But that thought slips his mind as he finds himself replaying the serene look on your face as he gently pulled the book out of your hands, and how his hands shook a little as you nuzzled your nose into the fabric of the blanket that he pulled over you. How could you have felt so calm around him?
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If you ever want to do a "Top 10 home gardening tomato cultivars" segment, I'm here for it. (My folks mostly plant Early Girls, but they have a ridiculously short growing season up there. I grow Sweet 100s, because they taste good enough and I gave up on growing anything other than cherries due to bastard squirrels who like to take exactly one bite out of larger tomatoes.)
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IT IS NOW TIME TO INFO DUMP
CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED
Ok so the actual thing with tomatoes is there are- checks google- about 10,000 tomato cultivars out there and every single one of them is different, so you should tailor your tomato breeds to what you actually want to do with them. 10K is a lot a breeds to break down, but fortunately, there are ways to Do That:
1. Determinate vs. Indeterminate
Determinate tomatoes grow to a genetically predetermined size and start fruiting. Pros: Tends to have a short time between planting and fruiting, don’t get bigger than a certain size if you only have so much space. Cons: Once they’re done fruiting, that’s it. you really only get the one crop out of them. Also tend to have sad, watered-down flavor.
Indeterminate tomatoes grow as big as the space will let them, and start fruting when they get around to it. Pros: Maximum Plant for minimum investment, which can be like 10x as big as a determinate plant. Will KEEP fruiting until it gets too cold, so if you can get it in a pot you can move inside you could potentially still be harvesting tomatoes after thanksgiving like my MIL was this year. If you live somewhere warm like SoCal or AZ, you could keep it alive all year. Cons: MUCH longer time between planting and fruiting. Indeterminate tomates Get there when they get there. Also may be more prone to disease and pests than the more-modified determinate plants.
There are determinate and indeterminate tomatoes in all 5 of the Greater Tomato Archetypes. Speaking of:
2. The 5 Tomato Archetypes
I’m so good at segues!
So tomatoes come in 5 basic types, each which is generally better for something culinary than the others. You CAN substitute different types of tomato but your food generally doesn’t come out as good.
1. Cherry: Cherry tomatoes produce fruits that are about the size of cherries. Some people put Grape and Saladette tomatoes in here but they are WRONG, both of those belong in the “Round/All-Purpose” group because Cherry tomatoes specifically have thinner skins, more soluable pectin, and more dissolved glutemates, which means they cook VERY differently. Cherry tomatoes also produce a shitload of fruits at a time and might be some of the heaviest producers. Tend to be more heat-tolerant.
Good For: Fresh tomato sauces (i.e. takes less than 20 minutes to make), salads, snacking on directly off the vine like you are a small tarsier discovering a hidden bounty of fruit.
Top reccomendations are:
-Indigo Cherry or Dwarf Black Krim if you can find it. I always reccomend dark-pigmented tomatoes as I find they have better flavor, pest resistence and UV tolerance. Taste fruity but not over-sweet and Very Tomato-y.
-Sweet 100/Super-Sweet 100/Sweet Millions: All varietals of the same mass-producing Cherry Tomato. Makes absolute buckets of Tomatoes, sweeter and more fruity than the Indigo cherry, good disease resistence and long growing season.
2. Paste: Paste tomatoes are thin-skinned, meaty and soft tomatoes that... well, they make good tomato paste, the basis for all long-cooking tomato sauces and recipies. They tend to be kind of Oblong and sometimes grow in fun extras like lil tomato “dicks” or weird cthulian shapes, but this doesn’t effect the flavor or nutrition There’s a shitload of great varietals in this category, I’ve yet to hear of a Bad Paste Tomato, just Less Excellent ones.
Good For: Long-cooking Tomato-based dishes like: Bolognese, chili, ketchup, BBQ etc. Also can and freeze well.
Top Reccomendations are:
-Amish Paste: MEATY, and well-suited for growing in a variety of conditions. Paste is smooth and velvety. Good for Chili, BBQ and Bolognese.
-Opalka tomato: Russian Tomato, little more on the acidic side, grows well in places prone to surprise late frosts. Paste isn’t as smooth but very thick. makes great ketchup.
-San Marzano: THE tomato for making Marinara Sauce (also does good bolognese). Sweeter and lighter, with a slightly runnier paste that clings well to pasta. cans and freezes excellently, does well in places with HOT summers.
3. Beef: Beef tomatoes are BIG motherfuckers that kind of take a long time to grow but are very rewarding. Beef tomatoes are firm, have a very solid meat and are best eaten raw, typically sliced onto a sandwich or seared under a broiler for a NZ Mousetrap. Not only are the fruits big but so are the Plants, so they take a long time to reach maturity and the fruit takes FOREVER to ripen but if you like a sandwich, they can’t be beat. Also they look hella impressive on instagram. They also tend to be more prone to Blossom End Rot (which is just a calcium deficiency- just make sure to fertilize with some eggshells and don’t over-water them), and despite the size, don’t tolerate cold well.
Good for: Slicing on sandwiches, eating raw like you’re biting into the still-beating heart of your nemesis and enjoying that sweet, sweet revenge, searing quickly under a broiler or putting on a Kabob.
Top Reccomendations Are:
-Brandywine: Hefty, great fresh tomato flavor, and PINK.
-Big Zac: Goddamn Massive Tomato. A Real Heckin’ Chonker. meatier flavor and lots of firm flesh with few seeds.
-Beefmaster: One problem with Beef tomatoes is that a lot of them are heirloom varietals that aren’t as widely available. Of the ones that are easy to get your hands on, Beefmaster is the best, but it lacks the flavor punch of Brandywine or Big Zac, but it’s not a BAD tomato.
4. Round/Early/All-Purpose: The Workhorse of Tomatoes, the Round Tomato does it all- sauces, salsa, sandwiches, salads, and snacks. But it doesn’t do them quite as well as the other, more specialized tomatoes. Also, some of these tomatoes have been Over-Worked and bred to fruit early and transport well, at the expense of it’s Flavor. I’M TALKING ABOUT YOU, EARLY GIRL AND BETTER BOY, YOU FLAVORLESS TENNIS BALLS, YOU INSULTS TO THE MIGHTY HOUSE OF NIGHTSHADES. Love yourself, don’t get Early Girl or Better Boy. If your season is too short for anything but the earliest of tomatoes, it may be better to grow Something Else than put all that effort in for Disappointment.
That said, there are many types of Round/All-Purpose tomatoes that haven’t been overbred into corporate blandness, and I can reccomend them in good concisence if you’re not totally sure what you want to do with your tomatoes:
Good For: Indecisive people, people just learning how to grow plants, using one plant for a variety of purposes, people who are not yet prepared to enter the world of Tomato Opinions.
Top reccomendations are:
-If you really must have an early-fruiting tomato, the Wayahead is an heirloom that people swear comes in early with good size, flavor and firm structure. I have not personally tied this varietal but people I trust like it.
-Black Krim: GOD-TIER TOMATO. It’s got it all- flavor, high yields, firm structure, pest and disease resistence, fucking purple stripes. Cans Well, Freezes well, seeds well and breeds true. Fuck yes. Other tomatoes fucking WISH they had what this Hot Bitch has.
-Invincible is a damn-hard-to-kill tomato that isn’t very large but fruits reliably and preforms well all around. it also ripens 3 fruits at a time so you’re not constantly overburdened with Tomato. Probably my top pick for beginners that need an Emotional Support Crop.
5. Fun: This is not, strictly speaking, a traditional type of tomato, but I feel like it’s an important category for people who want to do something different or really enjoy all Tomatoes have to offer.
Good For: Trying new things, taunting the garden gods with my hubris, showing off at the garden FB group, discovering new flavors of plant.
Top Reccomendations:
-Mr. Stripey: it has a goofy name, it’s yellow-and-pink striped, and it smells and tastes almost exactly like pineapple, but it doesn’t try to digest you back. I love it.
-Japanese Truffle: Dark Brown tomato that looks like someone tried to make ferro rochers at home and bungled it, and has a LONG maturation time, BUT it’s got a chocolately flavor and even at maturity has green insides which give it this. Lightness? it’s hard to describe but it’s a fascinating flavor. The plant also is more branched and elegant than most tomatoes. Very different, very cool.
-I have not personally tried Cherokee Purple but I have heard good things about it. We’ll see how it does in the garden this year.
-Tomatillos and Ground Cherries: Not actually tomatoes, but closely related. Neat herbaceous sort of flavor, like thyme but to the left. Also comes in a fun Organic wrapping paper.
-Ketchup ‘n’ Fries: a Sweet 100 tomato top grafted onto Kennebec Potato rootstock, so it grows both tomato AND potato! Grafting was invented prbably about a week after the concept of agriculture was, and consists of taking two or more closely related plants and taping a cutting of oone into a hole in the other until the plants heal together. Like that one gorilla-dude from Umbrella academy, but without the angst. You can get them pre-made or attempt to make them at home if you’re feeling adventurous and are OK with potentially killing a bunch of starts while you learn.
Good Luck and Happy Gardening!
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what catches their eyes/attracts them?; mcyt x reader
+ this is in no way factual information, only my very weird and specific opinions :)
dream:
free-spirited people
someone who isn't afraid to speak their mind
confidence, to a certain extent
someone he can be loud with
someone who will wake up in the middle of the night with him to go on a car drive to nowhere
the colour blue (dnf👀)
clean and fresh-looking clothes
satin fabric
big height difference
the smell of citrus fruits
large smiles
silver jewellery
small hands
smart people who aren't afraid to show it
george:
calm, laid back people
someone quiet, but still able to have a laugh
very friendly vibes - even when first meeting them
the colour blue (literally the only interesting colour he's able to see lol)
bright eyes
lip gloss
flower print
slightly shy people who are actually easy to interact with once you start a conversation with them
pastel-coloured nails, not too long
pink-tinted lips
ponytails
the smell of vanilla
puppy eyes
sapnap:
energetic people
someone who can hype up their friends no matter the situation
the colour red
like, a bloody red
soft skin
full lips
loose shirts over skin-tight tops
when shoelaces have a different colour on each shoe
corsets
a very subtle scent of perfume
thigh highs
someone who just wants to enjoy life with the people they're surrounded by
badboyhalo:
large, bright smiles that spread up to your eyes
freckles
button noses
rose-gold jewellery
french manicures
bangs
slightly shy people
genuinely sweet people
not the fake type that talks shit about people behind their backs and then will compliment them a few seconds after
someone who when they enter a room feels like a breath of fresh air to everyone else
someone completely selfless
the smell of lavender
shiny hair
technoblade:
people who aren't afraid to take the lead
glasses
intellectual people
like, for example people who know a lot of random stuff from a bunch of different things that they're interested in
or also just book smart people
slightly clumsy people (finds it cute)
gold jewellery
someone with some mystery to them
refreshing scents, like clean laundry or shampoo
cat eyes (eyeliner)
wilbur soot:
long legs
chokers
shy people
someone who gets flustered easily
glasses + thin bangs
the colours brown and beige together
baggy, comfy clothes
the smell of newly baked cookies
beanies
the kind of person that makes him feel like he can always talk to them - someone he can feel safe with
birth marks
accents
jschlatt:
smart people
the way they speak is just so clean without even noticing
fox eyes
people who aren't afraid to wear sweatpants in public
generally just someone who isn't afraid to do, say and wear whatever they want
someone who stands for what they think and have the balls to say it when needed
nose rings
simple yet flattering pieces of jewellery
long nails
someone who he can stay up all night with and never get tired of them
high heels
hip dips
corpse husband:
fishnets, of course
someone who give 0 fucks about what everyone else thinks of them
unique people
wether that be physical features or straight up the personality, it draws him in
chokers
chunky, black sneakers or boots
someone who can make him happy without even trying
a positive aura for the most part
as in he doesn't want to be surrounded by someone who’s negative or dragging everyone else down with them
the colour yellow
rings - lots of them
karl jacobs:
a walking ray of sunshine, basically
tbh, karl has a couple of things in common with what corpse is attracted to;
positive energy, uniqueness and rings
a palette filled with bright colours
like, almost rave style colours
that could be clothes, makeup, hair, nails, accessories
chunky, white shoes
selfless people
someone who as each day goes by becomes more charming to him
he likes the smell of candles from bath and body works, as we all know
the colour purple
skeppy:
big eyes
someone who’s able to make him laugh without even trying
tooth gaps
someone who has very playful, innocent vibes to them
and someone who can take jokes and pranks
people who walk confidently
the smell of strawberries
long eyelashes
someone who collects things others usually wouldn’t
someone who is very respectful to others
a mix between really comfy clothes and really feminine clothes
fundy:
someone who comes across as “different” than others
and don't you dare think of ✨I’m not like other girls✨ (I know you did -_-)
he just thinks people who think and act very different than others are very interesting
beauty marks
nicely shaped eyebrows
someone who finds mystical things interesting
fox eyeliner (yes, I put this in here because: furry)
someone who has unusual, yet surprisingly good taste in music
people who are constantly warm
red lips
the colour light brown, almost beige-like
quackity:
someone who gets his humour
someone like him, but more quiet and slightly shy
especially when on screen in front of an audience
sliver necklaces
the smell of flowers
dark, extreme eyeliner
loose clothes
freckles
piercings
someone who teases others and who can handle to be teased by others
the colour dark blue
punz:
the colour grey
a fresh fashion sense
yet still very comfortable fits
messy buns
someone who he just knows will be a cool person before he even talks to them
someone who just has that kinda vibe, y’know?
glossy lips
independent people
someone responsible and caring to others
tattoos
navel piercings
awesamdude:
cropped jackets
the colour neon green
hair put up in a bun
someone with a free nature
someone who is a complete wild card
like, someone who will jump over a fence just to get closer to a bunny they think they saw on the other side of it
loose strands of hair
clear nail polish
cargo pants
the smell of chocolate
slimecicle:
people who have comfort items
someone who knows random facts that no one else usually knows
people who have a unique way of thinking
passionate people
and when they talk about what they’re passionate about, they talk for hours
shorter hair
sweet and nutty scents
natural beauty
fluffy hair
honest people
but not brutally honest
the smell of coconut
eret:
eye glitter/shimmer
silky clothes that shine in the moonlight
platform boots/heels
long, flowy dresses
someone who does whatever they want
and who doesn't like being told what to do by others
the colours pink and dark purple
the smell of the ocean
someone who already knows how to live their life
stretch marks
foolish:
low-cut jeans
someone very silly who knows how to have a good laugh
someone very supportive of their friends
curtain bangs
long-sleeved sweatshirts
someone who loves food
puppy eyes
straight, white teeth
someone who is willing to help others in need
someone who doesn't talk badly about others behind their back
someone who knows what they want
jack manifold:
confidence
white, wide-legged pants
the colour light blue or just pure white
people who are very easy-going and fun to be around
someone who can fit into and understand anyones humour
an open-minded person who likes to hear from other people’s point of views when they have a different opinion than them
butterfly patterns
crop tops
oversized t-shirts
hair beads
tommy:
people who are just as loud as him
and at the same time knows when to be serious
the colours yellow and grey
people who are kind to everyone
creative eyeliner
fluffy hair
people who can get so lost in their own world, they almost forget about their surroundings
colourful accessories
someone who isn't afraid to be who they are
someone who has many passions and loves to talk about them
oversized hoodies
tubbo:
hoodies layered over skirts or dresses
frilly socks
people who are very adventurous, and wants to make their life as interesting as possible!
someone who can help him overcome some of his fears
charm bracelets
cute habits
the colours yellow and orange
dimples
the smell of almond milk and honey
people who twirl their hair unknowingly when bored or unfocused
ranboo:
someone who looks intimidating at first (he thinks people like that are cool as fuck)
but then is, like, the sweetest person he’s ever met
loves someone who can speak fluent sarcasm, just like him
he likes sass
glassy skin
fingerless gloves
people who act cocky for the fun of it
but actually don’t care about winning or losing or proving anything
simplistic earring placements
people who have hidden talents, and the more you get to know them, the more talents are revealed
people who don't gossip
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Coffee Shop AUs
I’m a regular at this coffee shop, but they always get my name wrong. As the names get more outrageous, I’m starting to think this is on purpose
Who is responsible for the music in this coffee shop, because I want to have a talk with you
I own a cat café and you never really talk to anyone when you’re here and it seems almost rude, but the cats all seem to love you
Everyone has their personal breaking point and if you cut in front of me in line today, I will definitely break something
We have a sign that says “Give your barista a smile” and you really take this to the extreme and while I act like it annoys me, it always makes my day to see your weird grimaces
There is a big storm outside and yes, we were all warned, but some people have to work and now there is this group of people starting to make this small café their own for the next couple of hours till the storm eases up or we get rescued
The couple at the table between us keeps talking very loudly about the most outrageous things and we exchange glances from across the café every time they say something new
You’ve been a regular at our café, which specializes in very aromatic coffees, for months, always ordering tea, and I now find out that you hate the smell of coffee, and we all really like you, but why don’t you just take your tea instead of sitting here for hours and talking to us baristas?
Giving baking classes after closing hours has really helped my coffee shop financially, but it’s also a struggle when people come by who should be nowhere near a baking oven
You’ve been coming in for weeks now and it seems like you only want the wifi and all the employees are starting to make bets about what you’re always typing on your laptop
We’ve met online and you keep suggesting meeting up for a blind date at the café I work at, and does this mean I probably already know you if you’re a regular there? Because you can’t be one of my coworkers, right?
I need a specific book from the library for my thesis and I see you in the campus café using it as a laptop stand
Our boss definitely just hired the new guy because he’s their nephew, but now it’s my responsibility to keep this chaotic idiot under control
The coffee shop I work at is like a queer hotspot, but I don’t want to assume with you, and I’m afraid one of these days my co-workers will just ask you, because I keep going on about you
Some people can’t have regular milk because of health issues and I’m starting to get really annoyed, because people keep switching it and the plant-based milks up
We open up at six in the morning and you’re always already waiting in front of the door at 5:45
You have really bad taste in coffee and one day I’m going to refuse to make this abomination
The owners don’t allow animals in the café and I can’t help but notice that your jacket is making noises
You’re a regular at our coffee shop and you’re normally punctual like a clock, so excuse us for getting worried about you, when you finally turn up
It’s one of those really slow days and we’re two employees and just two customers on a date here and we already cleaned everything twice, so we’re starting to get really invested in that couple’s relationship
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BNHA Vampire soulmate au: they feed off you for the first time.
They explain to you how blood tastes to them and enjoy a meal...
Tw: Blood drinking, heavy petting
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Hawks: It's been a year you and Keigo seem to be together, you've been talking about moving in together anywho, You got a paper cut and Keigo who was crashing at your placed smelled it from your living room, he nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned around to see him standing behind you, his gold eyes had red tinge as he eyed your finger like a like man who hasn't eaten in a week. "Ey, there I thought you've already had enough to drink today?" you were referring to the black and red sports bottle he'd brought with him. "I did, It's just- You have no Idea how hard I've been holding back, your blood it does something to me..." Keigo husked eyes locked on the crimson nectar dripping down your hand he was salivating and swallowed hard. "My blood...does it smell good?" you asked timidly.
The blond snapped out of his trance. "Petal, you smell like ripe strawberries and chocolate to me..." Keigo has already told you how smoker's blood smells and taste to him, well you now you were curious about non-smokers, and asked if blood type also has an effect on the blood's flavor? the winged vamp was happy to answer!
Smokers: Charcoal/moldy bread.
Drunks: depends on how drunk they are, it's somewhere between hard soda and hard wine or liquor.
Drug users: no idea, he says they smell like rotten eggs, and he's seen how loopy other vamps act after feeding on them and stays clear of them.
Sick/injured: He stays away from sick people but they smell like a cross between a hospital or a funeral home.
Virgins: sweet/tart like fruit-punch.
regular folks: like Sangria the fruitiness is still there but it's mixed with bitter wine .
"Blood types don't really change up the flavors, but I've noticed type As have a spice to them, Bs start off sour, and type Os are pretty mellow." You hummed very intrigued at what you were hearing then, noticed Keigo was still eyeing your finger, like a starved animal, you looked down at the cut then back Keigo and noticed his wings were tense and he was clenching his jaw, after some thought you sighed you held your hand out to him. "Go head before your jaw breaks" His wings bristled. "I'm not some desperate leech y'know." he huffed you shrugged and went to went to put a band-aid on, but Keigo stopped you.
"Let's not be hasty here..." He stammered out at you cocked a brow at him. "Yer really giving me mixed signals here." you huffed did he want your blood or not? " Um... Are you sure about this?" he said blush adoring his cheeks. "I'm just letting you suck my finger...Why are you acting like I just asked you to pop my cherry?" Keigo's face was as red as a cherry as you said this. "Because you essenually are..." He explained the big difference between mates and prey, on instinct he wouldn't give a crap about some rando he picked up off the street or whatever mystery pack the commission gives him, but you...
You're his soulmate, his fated one... and right now your pretty much telling him to make you his! He's not gonna stop at your finger, once he's had a taste he's going for your neck! And once he bites you that's it, you have his mark forever, You paused absorbing what the blond male just told you...Well, he hardly leaves you alone already might as well go all in? "Do it." Hawks's eyes were red now. "Come" he hissed sitting across from you and gesturing to sit in his lap.
You complied and watched Keigo warily as he brought your finger to his mouth, immediately you felt a shock go through you the second Keigo's tongue started lapping at the cut, he moaned tasting your blood for the first time. He was right you tasted every bit as sweet as he thought you would...*more...more...* his monster groaned euphorically he felt the cut on your finger close from his saliva's healing properties.
Keigo's eyes drifted towards your neck, You gasp feeling his grip on your hand tighten before his free hand found it's way behind your head, you tensed seeing Keigo's fangs elongate but before he could pierce your neck he smelled your distress.
His rough hold on you suddenly slacked and his hands lowered to your hips his thumbs gently rubbed you sides as he left little kisses and nip along your jaw before you calmed down enough to trust Hawks wasn't gonna tear your throat out. "Just relax." he cooed kissing you neck a couple more times like a countdown. one...two... three!
You tried not to scream as you felt his fangs pierce your neck, your fingers gripped his jacket as you felt yourself be drained... then like a switch had been slowly tuned the pain tuned into pleasure? moans started sneaking their out from your mouth which confused you, the blond vampire groaned in ecstasy at how rich your blood tasted with lust mixed in he buck his hips against you, after what seemed like hours Keigo's fangs finally retracted from your flesh and lap at the two holes he left on your neck, they sealed as you whimpered weakly Keigo just shushed and you. "It's alright kid, you did good" he cooed kissing your head as you started drifting out of consciousness.
When you woke up your head was pounding like a bad hangover Keigo was cradling you in his lap looking relieved and sheepish, he explained he went a little overboard with his drinking and venom dosing and you got drunk on him and passed out! you must've looked panicked cos Keigo assured you were completely fine, the venom isn't lethal... (To you anyways, one of the benefits of being a vampire's soulmate.) Though you might be a bit feverish and cranky for the next couple days.
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Dabi: You were on your period so yes Dabi's self restraint was breaking! you had no fucking idea what you blood was doing to him you smelled like a 5 star meal and all he could do was sit and drown in his own drool and watch you, like a hawk as you moaned and groaned about cramps and ruining your pajama shorts when you woke up this morning! a low growl escaped the faux raven haired vamp when he saw you toss out a bag with said aforementioned shorts, it took every nerve in him not to run after the garbage truck like a starved dog! before something you said snapped him out of his trance. "hn...What ya say?" he looked at you drinking his third pack of cow's blood.
"I asked if my blood smells good and what does it taste like?"
"I wouldn't know haven't tasted yours yet..."
"Well, what about anyone else's?"
"Why are you suddenly interested?"
You huffed "Sorry for wanting to know you..." and were about to tell him to forget it, when the the undead cremator spoke up. "Mocha mixed wit' something spicy like cinnamon or rum" he muttered not looking at you. Of course you cocked a brow now intrigued, now that that was out of the bag he might as well tell ya the rest.
Smokers: burnt rubber/earwax (eh, everyone was a kid once, had to know what that gunky crap in your ear tasted like.)
Drunks: Depends on how much they've drank, it could between hard water to straight up red wine.
Drug users: the one time he fed on one he thought they were just a pothead, but in turned out they had ate a few shrooms which made them kinda taste like... orange juice and black liquorice?... Honestly he can't give a straight answer, as he was too busy trippin out on another plain of existence to remember.
Sick/injured: doesn't feed off the sick, but they smell like a hospital or a morgue.
Virgins: like apples and honey
Regular folks: they taste like Apple cider.
Animal blood: kinda tastes like artificial cherry cough syrup, and he hates it!
"Then why do you drink it?" you gulped seeing his cerulean eyes flash red for a brief second as he locked eyes with you. "Why?...*growl* your standing in front of me smelling like a walking buffet and you have to gall ask me why I drinking this crap?!" he snapped crushing the blood pack in his hand as you started backing away, you were nervous that only fueled Dabi's sadistic side you learned early that he enjoyed agitating you via flashing his fangs, popping behind you out of seemingly nowhere, and faking you out.
I.E. making it seem like he was gonna bite you then blow air in your ears before walking away laughing at your reaction, something about putting you on edge and having your adrenaline pumping through your veins adds more "spice" to your scent, it happens so often that Dabi started noticing arousal was mixing in with your fear, you bet your ass he started mocking you for getting off on him scaring you.
Of course right now you weren't sure if he was seriously mad, or making fun of you again? He was not making fun of you again he was seriously pissed off, The nerve of you walking around asking him about useless crap, and offering him nothing in return! Dabi had you backed against a wall face buried in your shoulder you felt him sniffing you and flinched you felt him nipping along your neck, and like all the other times he's riled you he smelled that that little speck of arousal through the fear.
He let out a low chuckle causing you to to become fed up, you though he was screwing with you again! "Goddamm-.hm!" You were cut off by sharp yelp as Dabi's fang suddenly pierced your neck! oh god it hurt! you whimpered tried shoving Dabi off! he groaned pushing your back against the wall, suddenly your body felt weird... you moaned it was hot and and everything felt sensitive...
You barely registered Dabi lifting your legs up you instinctively wrapped them around his hips, he let out a low purr and his demeanor became less angry and forceful, his shoulders relaxed as his hands gently rubbed your legs, after what seemed like hours Dabi finally pulled away from your neck lapping at the pin holes he left on, he checked on you only to find you passed out his eye had a rare tenderness to them as he eyed your flushed appearance. "Well aren't you high maintenance." he cooed his thumb caressing you chin before taking you to bed.
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Bakugou: He didn't want say what you smelled like to him as it made him look soft, he finally cracks after more poking a prodding. "If I fucking do will you shut up and let me sleep?!" he hissed it was 8: 47 p.m. and he was tired which confused you, the sun was still out and you could hear kids playing in the streets outside. You heard a angry growl Katsuki's ears were pink. "S'mores...you smell like S'mores, happy?" he groaned when you started shaking him, no point in trying to sleep now that he's lit the fuse! He gave you the sum up of what blood tastes like to him.
Smokers: old news paper and figs.
Drug users: No clue stays clear of them, they smell like pickled eggs.
Drunks: Somewhere between hard water and flavored vodka.
Virgins: Why would you want to kno-... arhg! Coffee and vanilla!
Regular folks: Irish coffee and bitter mint.
Then you you started asking about blood types and what it was when he drank, Next thing you knew Katsuki let out this frustrated bellow! You yelped as he grabbed your wrists and pinned you under him. "You wanna know what it feels like?" you sheepishly mumbled a meek "yes" but the blonds red eyes narrowed. "Hah? say that again I couldn't hear ya?" he jeered trying to get you to use your voice, you repeated "Yes" again a bit more forceful as the ash blond unbuttoned the shirt he let you borrow exposing your neck to him.
Katsuki frowned he could smell your reluctance, then grumbled in annoyance as he recalled Shitty-hair's advice ""Take it slow, be gentle..."" He took a deep breath and carefully buried his face in you neck, You flinched expecting him to clamp down, giving how much you annoyed him, but to your surprise; Katsuki instead opted to started leaving kisses along your jaw and collar bone.
You bit back a moan when he found you sweet spot and causing Katsuki to smirk if wasn't so hungry and tired right now, he might've taken this much farther, but the mouthwatering scent of your blood calling him was too much to pass up. "I'm gonna do it" he husked as you nodded and with that, Katsuki's fangs pierced your neck.
You gasped in pain felling them puncture your skin as Katsuki grasped your hand, the blond groaned in euphoria your blood tasted every bit as rich and sweet as he thought it would, he could smell your discomforted and on instinct inject a doses of his venom into your bloodstream in minutes your blood's flavor intensified with added lust, your tiny moans and whimpers were music to his hears, soon his instincts were warning him stop.
Katsuki's fangs retracted he lapped at the punctures he left on your neck, before pulling away to look at you and snorted you were a flushed out mess. "That sate your curiosity?" he huffed fixing your shirt you tried to say something but were too exhausted to say anything tangible, the ash blond chuckled and settled down next to you for the night.
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AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)
Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈
TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread
ZEKE
Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.
Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”
He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.
The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.
He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.
He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.
Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.
JEAN
Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.
Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.
His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.
He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.
Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.
Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.
Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.
You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.
CONNIE
Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…
BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.
He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.
Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.
You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.
Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.
EREN
Literally a POWER COUPLE !
Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.
Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.
Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.
Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.
Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !
REINER
Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.
He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.
Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️
Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.
The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.
Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.
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Alien Blues
Gojo Satoru x Reader
Warnings: none! sfw. romantic/platonic(interpretable). mainly fluff. mentions of overworking and death, but nothing graphic. gn!reader
Notes: touch-starved Gojo
Word Count: 2.3k
Gojo doesn't get a lot of downtime in his line of work.
It comes with the job. Sorcerers don't exactly work a 9 to 5. This line of work is far from a normal one. Curses don't exorcise themselves, nor do they pick convenient times to show up. He usually has his hands full; be it taking down curses, or dealing with his students. A guy like him really can't take a vacation.
Despite going to the same school—and being only a year younger than him—you didn't meet Gojo until well into your adult life. After graduating, you went off on your own. The typical way of life for sorcerers wasn’t for you. You really didn't want to work with—or under—any of the major clans. At that point, you just wanted to do your own thing. To hell with the school; you’d be fine on your own. And you were.
You spent much of your time exorcising curses across the world, traveling from place to place, not staying in a single town for very long. A lot of it was freelance work. Such jobs were typically frowned upon, or at least looked at strangely. But it really didn't bother you. On your own you were powerful, and an impressive fighter, but you were working in a world that didn't accept you.
So you said to hell with fitting in.
Doing your own thing was the best decision you’d ever made. To this day you’ll stand by that. The jujutsu world is meant for people like Gojo. It demands so much more from you, and in return gives a whole lot less. It demands perfection from you—maybe even more—while he’s the set standard for this perfection. You hold no ill will towards him for it. He didn't make things this way. But it's hard not to envy him at times.
When you came back to the school, you were first assigned a teaching job.
Although you were a talented sorcerer, it was clear from the beginning you weren't meant to be a teacher. Your teaching style was viewed as a bit harsh, as you tended to just throw your students into a situation and let them figure things out for themselves, correcting them where needed. Overall you weren't a bad teacher, but your students got sent to the infirmary often. And by often, it was nearly every day. You just wanted them to be capable. You wanted your students to be prepared. To be the best of the best. How are they supposed to improve if they don't have experience?
To be fair, your students were some of the best in their grade.
For the most part you substitute if needed.
Upon first meeting, he was too eccentric for your tastes. Really, you found him annoying. Your first impression of Gojo was that he was full of himself and out of touch with the world around him. His first impression of you was that you were stuck up and a bit of a bitch.
There wasn't one thing that changed. Maybe he wore you down to the point where you tolerated him. He likes to think it was because of his charming personality. You know otherwise. His charms rarely work on you; if ever. Over time you found yourself less and less repulsed by him. The two of you bonded over harassing Nanami. On your own you weren't much trouble, but when paired with Gojo, Nanami learned to stay out of your way. If you let him. Usually you tracked him down. Your sweet tooth was just as insatiable as his. When you first took up baking, he was always nearby, wanting a taste. You’d drag him along to see new movies or shows or anything you’d think he’d like. He likes co-existing with you. The two of you don't have to even be doing anything. He can sit for hours with you by his side, doing absolutely nothing.
You've gotten to the point in your relationship where you show up unannounced. It's payback for all the times he’s come to your apartment, claiming he has some work for you, only to stay and raid your fridge, conveniently forgetting what he had to tell you. Yes you have scared the absolute hell out of Megumi on several occasions. In Gojo’s defense, he likes your cooking.
He’s not used to having you stay in one place for so long. You’re not used to it either. It feels strange sticking around Tokyo for so long. You hate feeling trapped more than anything. Maybe that’s why you moved around so much. Maybe you’re getting sentimental the older you get. For the first time in years, you feel truly at home. Gojo is one of your closest—if not your closest—friends, and there’s not much you wouldn't do for him.
You guess this is home. The end of the line, or whatever. You don't see yourself leaving for a while.
It's well after dark by the time he gets home.
The place was empty when you got here. Megumi must be out with friends. He's a strange kid. Strange circumstances lead to strange adults—or almost adults in his case. You try not to judge him too hard. You don't have a whole lot to say on his… situation.
He notices your form curled up on the couch, your face illuminated by your phone screen. The tv plays some horror movie you’ve long stopped paying attention to. Your face lights up when you see him.
His hand briefly touches your head, messing up your hair. He looks tired. There's dark circles under his eyes. He was gone for a while this time.
“I brought takeout,” you say, gesturing to the fridge, “I wasn't sure when you’d get home so I put it in there.”
“Did you eat already?” He asks. He makes a note to pay you back for the food later.
“No, I wanted to wait for you.” You say.
A bit of guilt hits him. You really didn't have to wait for him. You know his habit of being chronically late. He says he’s fashionably late, to which you reason he is never fashionable ever. He actually seemed a bit bothered by that one, which only made you tease him more.
Momentarily he disappears into the kitchen, returning with your food. You have his order memorized. There's only a handful of things he’d get anyway. He’s not a picky eater, and usually gets what you get. Pick one of about three things and he’ll probably eat it.
The food is still good even while cold. Gojo talks about his recent job while you eat. He says it was nothing special. But he called Nanami for backup, so you know that’s a lie. He hardly touches his food. Since when doesn't he want to eat? The guy has a pretty impressive appetite at times. Seriously, he could eat you out of house and home.
“Are you done?” He asks.
You nod.
He clears away the empty takeout containers from in front of you, returning the leftovers to the fridge.
When he returns, he sits next to you, throwing his arm over the back of the couch. The leather is an ugly shade. You’re sure if it weren't for Megumi, he would have bought something much worse. His taste—in everything, really—can be tacky. You make sure he knows this. Always have to keep him on his toes. Nanami is right about some things. You never take Gojo’s side for too long.
“You were gone for a while this time.” You say.
A smug looking grin spreads across his face. It's almost enough to make you roll your eyes and groan. “Sounds like you were worried about me.”
Really, you could worry yourself sick thinking about him. It's hard not to. Everyone has their limits, and you constantly wonder when he’ll hit his. Strongest or not; he’s human after all.
“Of course I worry.” As much as you hate to admit it, you care about him. You won't say it. It feels like bad luck to say it out loud.
He knows. He feels the same way. Over time he’s grown jaded and angry with the way things are. He tries not to worry too much about you. This life isn't an easy one, but you can handle yourself. He knows that. Years on your own have proven you're not only a capable sorcerer, but a talented one. The strongest doesn't need to worry about himself, so much as the people around him.
In a weird way he’s proud of you.
You open your arms, instinctively he goes into them.
You pull his head to your chest. He does little to fight against you. Hell, he practically leans into your touch. You take his glasses, setting them on the table beside you. His eyes close when your hands move to his hair, gently pulling it out of his eyes. He’s not quite sure what to do with his arms. Eventually he settles on resting them at his sides. One snakes around your stomach, coming to rest on the fleshy part of your hip. You're awfully comfortable to lay on, he notes.
Your movements are familiar, and oddly comforting. He makes note of the way your heartbeat suddenly drops off, before picking up in pace. From the smell of your shampoo, to the sound of your breathing. He can only describe it as home.
Lots of people will die in this line of work, but he has faith you’ll always be around. You’re too stubborn to die.
Touch in a sense like this is almost foreign to him. Touch in a non fighting context is just bizarre. He never de-activates infinity long enough to get hit. He's had his fair share of one night stands. Hell, he could have anyone he wants. He’s had everything and anything in between. Men and women across the world either want to be him, or be with him. But this—intimacy like this—is strange. The others get kicked out the morning after. But you’ll always be around. He likes to think he’ll be around for you too.
Maybe he’s more touch starved than he thought.
He’s Satoru-fucking-Gojou, a man like him doesn't get touched starved. He feels a wave of shame at his reaction. His face burns. His pride won't allow him to admit how much he enjoys this.
It's the first time you’ve held him close like this. The action is so oddly intimate and it’s not even in a sexual way. Your movements are familiar. He fits so nicely against your chest, he notes.
He practically purrs in delight as your fingers brush a sensitive spot towards the back of his head—where his neck and shoulders meet—sighing softly. Goosebumps rise along his exposed flesh. You take note of his reaction, and focus on that spot more, dragging your fingers across his skin. Your nails are getting long, and feel nice against his scalp. His eyes close as he leans into the crook of your neck.
"Do you want to watch something different?" You ask.
His heart nearly stops when your hand moves to cup his cheek. His face is warm. He's a wimp when it comes to horror movies. He says they don't scare him. They do. You’ve spent plenty of night sitting next to him, watching his body tense with terror.
He wasn't paying attention to the tv until now. He shakes his head, but his eyes remain fixed on the ground and not the screen.
"This is fine." He says.
"You sure?"
He nods.
He fights sleep as long as possible, but eventually he'll have to give in to it. You’ll be there long after he’s fallen asleep. Maybe even after he wakes up. His head nods, his eyes struggling to stay open. His breaths even out, his chest rising slowly.
You're not really sure what to do once he falls asleep on you. Your position isn't the most comfortable, but you suffer through it so as to not wake him up. If he’s fallen asleep on you, then he definitely needs the rest. He’s a light sleeper anyway. Any movement would be sure to wake him up.
It’s not long after that his body heat—and the sound of his steady breathing—lulls you to sleep.
You wake up to a blanket haphazardly tossed over the two of you. The tv is off. Two glasses of water are set out on the coffee table, condensation collecting on the outside. Megumi must have come home. Gojo's drool collects in a small pool on your collarbone, which is a bit gross. You use the corner of the blanket to wipe it away. It’s a bit odd seeing him so at-peace. It's rare he even lets his guard down. You rest your chin on the top of his head. His hair is soft, and tickles your neck. The sight of him makes your chest swell with affection. The intimacy of it all is enough to overwhelm you. It's been a while since you’ve cared so much about someone.
It's nice having him home.
He stirs, stretching out a bit like a cat. You card a hand through his hair. He grumbles something in response. Probably a weak “what?” Your joints are a bit stiff from staying in the same position for so long.
“Do you want coffee?” You ask.
He sleepily mumbles an answer—one which you don't understand. It's just as legible as the first. His eyes don't even open. You take it to mean he wants to go back to sleep. You pull the blanket up around his shoulders, tucking it under his chin. The sun is still barely up. You’re not in a rush to get up. You don't have anything to do today anyway, work can wait. If Nanami calls, you’ll just ignore him. You could stay in all morning if you wanted.
And you just might.
Come hell or high water, you’re staying on this couch.
In a bit you should get up and start breakfast. Most of the food in the house is for Megumi, but there should be enough to make something small. Pancakes sound nice.
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*slithers in*
Can I request some Helen headcanons? Just like general dating him and maybe some nsfw if possible.
@mutat-ad-astra , ₐᄂᵣᵢg𝓱𝚝 yₒᵤ'ᵥₑ 𝚍ₒ𝚗ₑ ᵢ𝚝 𝚗ₒw. ᵢ'ᵥₑ 𝚋ₑ𝚌ₒᗰₑ ₐ 𝘴ᵢᗰ𝐩 fₒᵣ Hₑᄂₑ𝚗 . W𝓱ₐ𝚝 𝚍ₒ yₒᵤ 𝓱ₐᵥₑ 𝚝ₒ 𝘴ₐy fₒᵣ yₒᵤᵣ𝘴ₑᄂf??
(づ￣ ³￣)づ
ꇙꄲ ꇙ꒐ꋊꉔꏂ ꓄ꁝ꒐ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꉔꋬꂵꏂ ꄲ꒤꓄ ꇙꄲ ꒒ꄲꋊꍌ, ꒐'ꂵ ꍌꄲ꒐ꋊꍌ ꓄ꄲ ꅐꋪ꒐꓄ꏂ ꋬꋊ꒯ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ꁝꏂ꒒ꏂꋊ'ꇙ ꋊꇙꊰꅐ ꒐ꋊ ꒐꓄ꇙ ꄲꅐꋊ, ꍌ꒒ꄲꋪ꒐ꄲ꒤ꇙ ꉣꄲꇙ꓄ ❤
ᕼᗴᒪᗴᑎ ᗝ丅Ꭵᔕ/ᗷᒪᗝᗝᗪƳ ᑭᗩᎥᑎ丅ᗴᖇ ᖇᗴᒪᗩ丅ᎥᗝᑎᔕᕼᎥᑭ ᕼᗴᗩᗪᑕᗩᑎᗝᑎᔕ
(With a fem!SO)
♡Let's just get canon out of the way real quick.
♡Helen is very calm and quiet
♡He isn't very expressive and doesn't speak much, but when he does, he's always the picture of the perfect gentleman.
♡If something doesn't concern him, Helen is pretty apathetic towards it. However, if it's something he cares about, Helen will be very passionate.
♡His parents treated him as a pet or toy, and this caused Helen to have repression issues.
♡He won't show emotion towards a person unless they show emotion first, then he will reciprocate. This is essential to remember as Helen's significant other; you'll have to make the first move every time.
♡Helen's a Libra. His birthday is October 1st
♡Helen's parents were so excited when they found out they were going to be parents. That night, Helen's mother dreamed that she had a beautiful baby girl with delicate features, the deepest blue eyes that she had ever seen, and coal black hair so fine that it looked like dark lace against the baby girl's alabaster skin. She woke up certain that she was pregnant with a baby girl that looked just like in her dream. Mrs. Otis went into labor and delivered a baby that indeed looked just like in her dream, but it was a boy. So they decided to continue on and name him Helen, and raise him as they would a little girl.
♡This treatment continued until he started school at six. Then his parents decided to dress him as and refer to him as a boy in order to not draw attention.
♡Helen still suffers from body dysphoria because of this. For a long time, Helen couldn't reconcile whether he was male or female in his mind, so he existed in a chaotic state of one, the other, both and neither all at the same time. Now- after years of therapy, and a great deal of time building his trust with Reader, Helen identifies as agender preferring he/they/it pronouns and a refined but masculine aesthetic.
♡Reader is the only person allowed to call him Helen. And even she doesn't do it often, only when she's serious. He prefers Reader to call him darling, love, honey, dear, and, if he's feeling frisky, Sir 😍. All others may refer to him by his surname, Otis.
♡Helen can be quite manipulative and his intelligence is obvious
♡While in "working" mode, Helen is very cautious of the scene he his creating, and presents every body as if it were a canvas to bear his work.
♡His fascination with blood stems from his childhood. He had always had trouble making friends, only managing one at a time and spaced distantly apart. His only childhood friend had been murdered by bullies in the park, rocks thrown at him for being friends with that "weird sissyboy kid" until one struck his temple, killing him instantly. The bullies had hurriedly buried his friend in the deep snow from the night before. Helen knew this, he had told you, because he had watched it all from his perch in a tree. After the bullies had fled, Helen had uncovered his friend and stared at his body lying in red stained snow, and the bullies later blamed Helen with his friends death. Ultimately, he had been cleared, as there had been a witness in the park.
♡The false accusations of murder didn't stop there, much to your displeasure.
♡In high school, a classmate of Helen's, one who happened to be Helen's only friend, fell from the building and died. A witness said that Helen had killed him, but no concrete evidence was found.
♡Not to say that Helen is an angel. You know he's far from that, too.
♡Later, the same year, as a freshman at university, Helen killed 17 people from his dorm building, and wounded 5 on Devil's Night (October 30th).
♡Helen was found insane by the courts as a minor and received 6 years of inpatient treatment before being released back into society.
♡He started "his work" again three years later, and then met you two years after that.
♡Helen smokes cigarettes (though not as much as Tim) and unwinds after "work" with music and a rum and Coke or whisky on the rocks.
♡Helen enjoys lofi hiphop; classical music; instrumental and instrumental covers of songs; music from the early 1960's like: Frankie Valli, The Big Bopper, the Animals, and the Zombies; and indie rock like The Flaming Lips, Harvey Danger, Dinosaur Jr, and The Smashing Pumpkins.
♡He loves discovering new music with you, listening to playlists you make him for hours. But you're gonna listen to some of his music, too and he makes playlists for you to play according to mood.
♡Helen's love languages are: quality time, acts of service, and words of affirmation. But the love languages he craves are: all of them except receiving gifts! Getting a gift is uncomfortable for Helen, especially if he has no gift to give back. He wants you to feel just as appreciated as you feel, if not more.
♡Helen thought that he was completely asexual before he met you. No one he had met had ever... Moved him in that way. And he was fine with that. Why should he mourn something he'd never even wanted?
♡And then he met you at an antique art showcase of pieces by and inspired by René Magritte. (Example here: ◎▼◎) After you spent hours together at the show, exchanging witty banter, and eventually, phone numbers, Helen found himself thinking about you that night, alone in bed. And then his mind wondered something it had never thought about anyone else. He wondered what you looked like naked. What your skin would feel like. How would you taste?
♡He frowned to himself, confused by the foreign thought for a moment before he realized that he felt sexual desire for you.
♡It still took him a long while of dating you before he felt comfortable enough to even kiss you in a sexual way. The two of you were practically engaged when he gave you his virginity.
♡Bonus wholesome content headcanon/drabble: Once you convinced Helen to bleach his naturally blue black hair. Not wanting to disappoint you, and telling himself that it was just hair, he consented and you happily set to work. An hour later, he emerged from the shower with a shock of platinum white hair 😱. He had to support himself with a hand on the back of the couch because his knees started shaking when he caught a glance of himself in the mirror over the fireplace. A long, thin fingered hand with a fine tremor lifted to cover his mouth. You knew without him telling you that he absolutely, 100%, no doubt, undisputedly hated it. His already porcelain skin had paled even more, now trembling chalk instead of bone China. His midnight blue eyes held a sort of flinching terror in them as they tried to look anywhere but the vicinity of the mantle mirror. You approached him gently and pulled the towel thrown around his shoulders loose and used his shoulder to balance you as you went up on tiptoe to finish drying his now shockingly white hair.
♡You leave Helen waiting shirtless in the living room to deal with putting his shoes and socks on and you pull on a light jacket to guard against the chill that manages to never be around when we need it during the daytime hours as you enter yours and Helen's shared bedroom. You find Helen a clean black tee shirt and pick up one of your beanies from the coatrack behind the bedroom door. This one was black with a tree frog leaping over the words Frog Leap Studios done in a typewriter font in white thread, a circle of bright blue making the frogs eye stand out.
♡You take the shirt and beanie to Helen and he pulls the shirt on. You feel a little sad that he's covering up, but there would be time to enjoy his body later. Helen sits on the couch so you can slip the beanie over his baby fine hair easier than going up on tiptoe to match his 6'2" lean frame. The bleach may have stolen its darkness, but it couldn't steal its softness. Helen's hair was probably the softest thing you'd ever touched.
♡Hair sufficiently covered, you and Helen get into your car and head to the only place open at the hour of 3:24 in the morning. Walmart. Your sleep schedule had never been normal and Helen didn't help you normalize it at all. In fact, if anything it had gotten worse, the two of you wrapped up in your own hyperfixations, leaned up against each other back to back, or one of you holding the other as one of you writes while the other draws.
♡You feel Helen's hand find your thigh and squeeze it, letting you know he's not upset with you. You reached down and covered his hand with yours, returning the squeeze and you finish out the short ride more relaxed now that you know Helen isn't mad at you. Helen follows you to the beauty section once you're inside the store. He patiently watches as you pick out boxes from 4 different companies.
♡An amused Helen watches you as you quibble with the four boxes. You shuffle through them, running through them over and over like a person considering their hand while playing cards.
♡You end up with him bending down slightly again so you can compare the dyes to his eyebrows. He thinks it's the sweetest thing that you're going through such a clear effort to fix his hair. Obviously you feel responsible for the mistake and he hates that.
♡Gently taking the boxes from your hands, he picks a random red and black one from the four you were debating between and puts the rest back on the shelf.
♡Then Helen pulls you into his arms and holds you tight and close, burying a kiss on top of your head. You smile into his chest, breathing in the scent of paint, paint thinner, lavender shampoo, and jasmine soap. On anyone else, the paint thinner smell would have made you sick. But on Helen, it just smelled like home. You two stay in your embrace, Helen swaying slightly to a beat only he could hear. A stolen moment, a stolen dance, to help ground yourselves.
♡Helen broke the hug after a few moments more, but kept hold of your hand. You walk to the checkout line and pay almost $10 for the dye. The price gave you a mild case of sticker shock, but you shook it off and smiled at the older cashier, who was beaming as her eyes moved between you and Helen. The two of you seemed to get that reaction from older people. That look of pure hope that more people got to experience the love that shone between you. You both thank the cashier repeatedly as Helen payed her the money needed.
"You two have a good night" she smiled at us, "the world needs more couples that look at each other the way you do. You look, at each other like you're reach others entire worlds."
"She is" Helen says softly, pulling me into a hug and a quick kiss, "She's my whole universe."
♡You're pretty certain that the woman's smile could not get bigger. But you didn't really want to find out, since you were starting to notice that her teeth were huge and you were starting to get squicked out by it. Helen must have picked up on your discomfort because he led you away in the protective half circle of his arm.
♡"My knight in shining armor" you croon at him as you walk back to the car, "Thank you for saving me. I am forever in your debt. However could I repay you, Sir?"
♡Helen took in a sharp breath and chuckled as he slowly let it out, "I can think of a few things."
♡"You'll have to show me when you have the time" I teased as Helen opened your car door for me. He'd taught you that chivalry was not dead, and you'd realized that it would be easier to let Helen be a gentleman than it would be to convince him that you could open your own doors.
♡You drove home and locked the doors behind you. You headed straight for the bathroom and Helen borrowed a stool from the island bar to sit on so you could reach all of his head.
♡Twenty minutes later, you threw dye covered vinyl gloves in the trash and settled an old towel around Helen's shoulders and neck to keep the dye from dripping on him. You'd clipped a pillowcase over his hair and you had just finished hitting the dye with heat to assure his hair took the dye well, absorbed it.
♡Helen smiled contentedly up at you from his spot on the stool.
♡You tilted his chin up to kiss him. He kissed you back and then sent soft kisses across your cheek and jawbone, and then kissed and nipped down your neck. Helen focused his kisses back on your lips, kissing you like the kisses would magically cure everything, would keep you alive.
♡The timer you'd set so Helen would know when to wash the dye out of his hair went off, and Helen stood
♡Having already taken off his shirt, Helen unfastened his jeans and let them slide down his legs, stepping out of them as they pooled around his feet, leaving him completely nude, comfortable.
♡instead of getting in the shower, Helen pulled you closer to the shower and used his nimble hands to liberate you of your clothes. Before you could protest, or even decide if ypu wanted to get in, Helen had pulled you under the spray of the shower and he stood in it now, extra dye streaming in lines
♡You turned Helen's back to you and massaged his scalp as the water rinsed the excess dye down the drain. When the water ran clear, you massaged some of the color protect conditioner that came with the dye and Helen switched places with you, his hands never leaving your hips so he could catch you if you slipped.
♡Helen washes your back for you and then your hair, lathering up a clean washcloth with jasmine soap and making sure not to miss a spot. Then he rubbed some lavender scented shampoo into my hair. Then he rinsed it and repeated the process before leaving some conditioner to sit in my hair.
♡Finally Helen worked some conditioner into your hair that matched the shampoo. You help Helen rinse everything from his hair and you condition his hair with the rest of the conditioner that came with the dye.
♡Showers with Helen always end up with him bathing you, his hands and keen eye not missing a single millimeter of your skin. Showers rarely turned sexual between the two of you, instead the two of you focused on the intimacy of showering together.
♡After all the soap and hair products are rinsed from both of you, Helen turned off the water and wrapped you in warm towels, quickly drying himself off and slinging a towel around his hips.
♡Helen obviously felt better once his hair was back to its natural inky darkness.
♡You could tell from the mischievous grin he wore as he escorted you to the bedroom.
AN: so I wrote on this well into the night... Fell asleep in the process a few times 😅. If you see continuity issues with the POV, let me know so I can fix it. I kept wanting to write in first person 😂
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A full, entire list of headcanons for a day with:
1. ☼ waking up with him ☼6am-8am
i don’t know about y’all, but i like to headcanon that todoroki’s morning face is absolutely adorable 🥺
he doesn’t wake up like mr. perfect whenever you see him, but since it’s so early in the morning, his cheeks are just- so- squishyyyy
he looks like a fricken baby with the softest expressions ever
he stares at you and grins, still lying down and stretching his arms out
todoroki doesn’t look at his phone first thing in the morning, or even go to wash his face once he wakes up
the very first thing he does when he wakes up is to gently wrap his arms around your still body, as he kisses your scalp and holds you in the quiet of the morning
he likes to stare at your face, so calm and just so… at peace
he caresses his hand on your cheek before kissing your nose 🥺🥺
he wakes you up in such a gentle way that it’s just not even funny omfg-
i like to imagine that he opens up the curtains for gentle light first, and opens up the window for a cool wave of air
he takes your hand, “good morning, princess.”
“‘morning, my prince, but can we have like,, five more minutes-”
“i already know five minutes is the same thing as ten minutes for you. we should get up while we can.”
“alright, fine, but good morning to you too,”
his hair is ruffled in this ADORABLE WAY that makes my heART SIMPLY COMBUST
for breakfast, i LiKE tO tHiNK tHaT hE TakEs BaCon AnD sLapS iT oN hiMsELf-
i’m only like,, half-kidding, but uGH PLEASE GIVE HIM SOME SOBA AND LET HIM DO THE REST
man’s got everything handled, don’t worry ‘bout it 😌😌
for morning training, it starts as early as 7 in the morning
it’s nothing too intense, more of just him doing yoga
OMGWFHFIUHLIUF TODOROKI WOULD EITHER SLAY AT YOGA OR JUST SUCK IN GENERAL
NO IN-BETWEEN AT ALL
he literally looks like a fricken stick trying to bend and he’s just so awkward and flustured like ????
or either, man’s is SLAYING IT and hitting that tree pose, absolutely nailing the downward dog and killing it with the cobra
you laugh at him as he smiles, and expect him to do the,, lil,, lingering touches if y’all know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
you had to buy multiple yoga mats because he ended up singeing them all on accident when he got flustered
and yes, his left side sets on fire when he’s flustered, and that is just the softest thing
2. ☏ [2/5] going to online school with him ☏ 8am-12pm, 2pm-4pm
todoroki makes sure that you focus, which is kinda a problem if you’re like me
…and you just don’t focus-
dw though, because if you ever zone out, man’s will be sure to be prepared because he can and will force you into getting focused again
he promises you a kith whenever you finish a class 🥺🥺❤️
“i love you, but i really don’t want to do this today.”
(honestly, i would like to headcanon that you probably do online school with rolling chairs, so you’re probably gonna be spinning whenever you get bored)
“and i love you, but here we are, my love. the day will be over before you know it,” he brings out the softest smile ever before cupping your face and pecking your nose
since todoroki has online class as well, he sits next to you to be able to hold your hand off-camera beCAUSE YAS
if you two ever get caught, his left side literally lights tf up
you thought man’s would be cool and collected the whole time, but NOPE HE’S JUST AS FLUSTURED AS YOU BABY
but you put it aside and say you were just petting your cat
todoroki also most definitely has some sort of fancy candle or a spray or whatever that he uses to stay focused
once or twice, he’ll most definitely spray way too much, so in one instance you had to go outside
in the backyard
and do your homework there as the wind blew all of your printed papers away
but anyways-
todoroki is on the top of his game to make sure that yOU STAY HYDRATED
IF YOU’RE READING THIS GO DRINK SOME WATER YOU MALNOURISHED AND DEHYDRATED ANGEL
he smiles at you whenever he sees that you’re stuck, and the way his eyebrows furrow in such a cute way just fricken asdfghjklkmnbvcxzaqwertyujhgcwjvhhviu
if you ever get burnt out, he plants a kiss on your forehead and holds you until you have to go to your next class, and gets you a wet towel to just feel better and *sparkles* fresher
oh and FIGHT ME, he most definitely opens up the doors and uses natural light rather than turning the lights on
if you ever feel frustrated or just feel too overhwhelmed, he takes your hand and asks you to breathe with him before pulling you into a hug
he would be such a good companion for online school, please keep him 🥺
3. ♨ lunch + study sessions with todoroki ♨ 12-1pm
SOBA
IF YOU CAME HERE AND EXPECTED SMTHN ELSE YOU CONFUSE ME
hear me out, todoroki literally makes the best soba in the world
expect him to use his quirk and make it colder bc no one wants warm soba
especially todoroki 😠😠❤️❤️
while you’re taking a nap or you’re trying to catch up on your homework, man’s is making absolute magic in the kitchen
when he calls you into the kitchen to eat, everything is set in such an aesthetically pleasing way
“todo, you made this?”
he’ll grin and say quietly, “no, my love. someone attacked and came in and made this and left through the window.”
he’s such a dork sometimes we love that
you also take a lot of photos before you eat, and the way your eyes light up fills him with so much happiness
“how does it taste?”
“you’re making me sound like i’m on master chef or something, one second, i’m still taking the photo!”
but when you do eat it, every time, even when you might not like it– you compliment him
and he literally acts like a child in that time and i think that’s ADORABLE
as for the study sessions, he makes sure that you actually focus instead of wasting the hour you guys have together
and even if you don’t want to, he drags your butt from where you were procrastinating
“it’s out of love.”
“out of love? babe i was having such a nice nap, are you kidding me?”
todoroki just grins as he opens up the windows for ventilation to study
i like to headcanon that he honestly probably listens to classical music when he studies
he despises jazz
i should literally make a list of headcanons for class 1a and their music taste-
he sends you little texts whenever he sees you get bored and go on your phone
4. ☼ ☽ [4/5] showers with todoroki + cuddling ☾☼5-8pm
you had a long day at work, and you were just getting things ready and preparing to go to bed
tired and exhausted, your body trudged towards into the bath for a much needed shower
you rubbed your eyes, drained and exhausted as your eyes locked with todoroki’s
…wait, todoroki’s?
“ah! i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to, just-”
he peeks his head through the shower door, “no, i don’t mind it. care to join me?”
“i- wha?”
but come on, how could you reject something like this? you stepped into the shower before goin’ like “JEEZ WHY’S IT SO COLD????”
todoroki just stares at you, insanely confused, “…what do you mean?”
“you should at least raise the temperature a little, if that’s okay with you?”
being honest, todoroki genuinely forgot that cold showers weren’t a universal thing– it was only then that he realized, since the tea kettle incident, he’d almost by-default take cold showers
but he’d honestly do anything for you, so he raises the temperature as he holds you, his skin soft and the shower finally beginning to steam up a bit
todoroki uses the best shampoo smell in the entire world
just imagine the best scent in the entire world, but at first, you could only find a hint of it, and you thought that what you could smell was all you had
but then WABAM, one day an entire jackpot just shows up with everything
that’s what it feels like showering with todoroki
honestly, the man’s there whenever you need him
definitely loves to play with your hair in the shower, his hands are somehow so soft as he kisses your scalp
but shoto tries his best not to take too many peeks, and if he does he apologizes lmao
OH OH and he most definitely uses your lotion on one instance, so this one time when you saw him come out of the shower you’re just like,, “is that,, my lotion?”
he just stares and nods. “yeah.”
you laugh as you cup his face in your hands, “it smells good, i like it. but keep in mind i have to pay for that-”
he probably says it’s fine and uses endeavor’s credit card
even when you’re in the shower though and he sees your body for the first time, he flushes like crazy
what is this feeling??
he might see your stretch marks, he might see your scars, your acne, whatever it is you’re insecure about, but he gingerly and just so carefully kisses them all
“you’re… beautiful.”
for cuddling, he probably does the same thing– he holds your hand, and if he notices your scars, he kisses them and pulls you in closer to his chest
ALSO LIKE JEEZ MAN’S IS TOUCH STARVED
PLEASE GIVE HIM CUDDLES OMFG
please kiss his scar btw, he might be kind of sensitive about it, but it definitely makes him feel less insecure about it
he might be honestly going on his phone and looking through the news, or he might be looking at cooking videos ngl-
*cough cough soba*
he caresses your cheek, expect him to not know how to act at first
but then he decides to try making the first move and spoons you
bUT LIKE- I CAN SEE HIM AS THE LIL’ SPOON 😭
you make him so insanely happy
5. dating todoroki would include…
hate to break it to y’all’s, but man’s takes an eternity to ask you out
he probably went to the bakusquad for love advice
the poor bby is so confused, and at first, he’s convinced he has a disease
“i think… i’m allergic to y/n.”
(he’s still with the bakusquad,) “what do you mean?” denki honestly be tapping his pencil as he stares at todoroki
“whenever i go near them– i end up feeling weird, i suppose. i get nervous. i don’t know why though. i feel oddly giddy when i talk to them. should i get it checked out?”
at this point, mina and denki’s efforts to hide in laughs are in vain
when they actually burst out, they end up laughing so hard that they get tears in their eyes
todoroki is so confused, “???????”
sero def joins in with the drama, “i-” he stops to snort, “todoroki, have you ever heard of a crush?”
todoroki stands, dumbfounded for a solid minute before his ENTIRE left side just starts toasting
“i… i do like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n. i like y/n.”
POOR BABY GOES CRAZY and repeats that statement for a solid minute yet again
he’s very confused and flustered at the same time
todoroki honestly tries asking the entire class what to do for his date, and everyone is saying something completely different:
“a movie theatre, kero.”
“an at-home dinner, maybe? you can save money-”
“study dates are very important.”
“✨ take her to the disco ✨“
“go to the amusement park!”
“maybe you two can just have a walk around town?”
“go to a strip clu-”
“SHUT UP MINETA-”
at the end of the day, todoroki’s left more confused than he ever was before, so he just decides to go for it all on his own
after a few more hours of contemplating his date and life choices, he decides how to ask you and where to take you
once he musters the courage, he asks you to meet him after class
you’re lowkey confused, but definitely giddy to be able to meet your crush again
at first, todoroki had this entire speech planned, but the moment he saw you, he stopped and forgot all of his words
“uh, do you want to eat food?”
took a while for you to realize what he was implying, and the way he was flushing and looking at the floor was just so soft and you nodded–
“you mean– go on a date?”
todoroki, still very much hiding his face, nods
“haha, i’d love to! where should we go?”
it takes him a while to compose himself again as he stares at you,
“would the ice skating rink be okay?”
so that day, that’s just what you did :DD
at first, todoroki’s kind of scared to hold your hand in case he ends up getting too caught up in himself
but eventually, you let him know that you don’t really mind as you head over to the rink
Elsa Todoroki for 2021™
man’s is a NATURAL
he be gliding everywhere, and you can see him for a split second, smiling as he skates around so fricken gracefully and i think that’s adorable
todoroki laughs into your ear as he pulls you in to help you balance
you two were skating normally, until you were suprised in the back of the rink as you fell over
“are you okay?”
“yeah, i’m good, don’t worry about it-!”
he pulls you up, his hands firm against yours
for a split second, you make eye contact for a few seconds too long
he finds himself lost in them, as he tightens the grip on your hands, your body still leaning against his arms as if you were in mid-salsa dance
he gazes into your eyes, before thinking: “this is the person. this is the person that i want to spend my whole life, an entire life with– they’re so strong, caring, kind… and there’s so much more to them than i thought.”
…before pressing his lips onto yours, and suddenly, everything stops
your mind is empty and blank, when you realize:
shoto todoroki is kissing you
and you were kissing him back.
you almost forget that breathing is a thing before you realize that you were nearly out of breath as todoroki pulled away before kissing you again, his hands cupping your face as you pulled closer against his chest
when you finish, you see that parts of his jacket were smoking after the kiss
literally smoking
“that was… that was… wow.”
todoroki laughs, “wow was right, a word i’d use.”
you’re about to talk again, when you hear screaming and cheering in the background
“LET’S!! GO!! Y/N!! AND!! TODO!! ROKI!!”
and yas– the entire bakusquad, willingly or unwillingly followed you there
even if it was a lot, todoroki’s happier than ever as he kisses you again
and all you could say?
that day the best day of your life.
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You Never Walk Alone | Chapter 5
Genre: Werewolf!AU, Poly!AU?, Mate!AU, romance, fluff
Pairing: OT7 x Reader
Characters: Student!reader, Omega!Seokjin, Alpha!Yoongi, Beta!Hoseok, Alpha!Namjoon, Omega!Jimin, Beta!Taehyung, Alpha!Jungkook
Summary: You live a quiet life in your late grandfather’s cabin in the woods. You go to school just to graduate and get your diploma, not to make friends or stand out from the crowd. That was until one day, you enter your home to see a pack of wolves that need shelter.
Life seems good now. You have Taehyung as a friend and the wolves, that’s all you need. But soon, the inevitable comes and it’s time to say goodbye.
“(y/n).” Someone called your name and you opened your eyes. You were in the field that you usually relaxed in with the wolves. Looking up, you saw a boy standing there. He had pale skin and jet black hair.
“W-Who are you?” You asked. He came up to you until there was only a thin space of air between the two of you. You stepped back but he circled an arm around your waist to hold you in place. Suddenly, he pulled you against him to hug you tightly.
“Umm...” You mumbled, your cheek smushed against his chest.
“Remember, my fur is the most beautiful.” He whispered in your ear with a dark chuckle that sent shivers down your spine.
“Y-Yoongi?” Your eyes widened as you stepped back in shock. He pulled away and started running away, leaving you to stand there in the field alone. Was that really Yoongi?
“Wait!” You ran after him. You called out after him but he wouldn’t stop running. All you could hear was his light laughter as you continued to run.
“Yoongi?” You saw him disappear behind some trees. But when you walked over, all you saw was a white wolf.
“Hey...” You bent down, holding your hand out. The wolf stood up and headed over to you. He sniffed your hand and licked it gently, leaning his cheek against your palm. You smiled softly as you felt his soft fur tickle against your skin. There was more howling behind you and you turned around, standing back up. You faced the 6 wolves.
“What?” There was a sudden blur and in the wolves place, you saw 6 boys standing there. You backed away and bumped into someone’s chest. When you turned around to apologise, it was the pale boy from before.
“Are you really... Yoongi?” You asked in disbelief. He held your hand in his, putting it against his cheek.
“What’s going on?” You faced the others. It was the same boy as your other dream, the human form of Jimin that teased you about chicken.
“You’ll be fine.” He spoke, smiling softly.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Your eyes shot open and you sat up, reaching over to turn your alarm off. The wolves were not in your room. You headed downstairs and found them already awake, mostly just lounging around. Yawning, you went to wash up before going back down to make breakfast.
“Morning.” You stroked their heads.
“(y/n)...” Jimin whined. The boys had woken up earlier because today was going to be their last day with you.
“What’s wrong, Jiminie?” You cooed, leaning to kiss the top of his head. He stepped closer and brushed his head against your thigh, burying his cheek into your skin.
“I don’t have school today so we can spend the day together.” You bent down, sitting on the couch. The wolves sat around you, Jungkook placed his head on your lap and you ran your fingers through his fur, rubbing his ears.
“What’s up with you guys?” You looked at them. All of them sent you sad looks and you blinked at them.
“You hungry? Is that it?” Laughing, you stood up and went to the kitchen to get breakfast ready. It was nice to have a free weekend with no school and work. You made meat for the boys and when they smelled the bacon, they seemed to be back to normal, jumping for your attention so you would give them a taste. You gave them small pieces as a treat.
“Here.” You placed the bowls down.
“Guys, don’t make it too obvious. We don’t want to ruin her day. Just let her spend it with us happily.” Namjoon sighed. The rest nodded in agreement.
“Go ahead.” You sat with them and ate. Of course, Jungkook got rice all over his snout but you were more than willing to clean it for him.
“You’re so messy Kookie.” You laughed.
“Is it weird that I dreamt of all of you as humans? Like all 7 of you were in my dreams as human boys.” You suddenly said and the wolves stopped. They subtly side eyed each other at your words.
“But that’s just me being crazy.” You ruffled Hoseok’s fur with a smile. After eating, you cleaned the area and washed the dishes. You shuffled to the couch, placing your mug of water down and turning on the television. Today was going to be a total relaxed day.
“Yah! Taehyung!” You saw him stick his entire nose into your mug to drink your water.
“Ah... It’s yours now. Go ahead.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Taehyung gave you a big grin, flashing his canines as he stuck his entire nose into your mug again to drink your water.
“You guys have your own water, you know?” You nodded over to the metal bowls of water you have set out for them.
“The water tastes better when I share it with you.” Taehyung grinned, making the others scoff.
“The weather is still really good. Shall we go for a walk?” You stood up and stretched. The wolves all barked and you laughed, switching the television off and going to change. You tied your hair up into a messy bun and wore your shoes. The wolves led the way while you tried your best to keep up. You knew they were slowing down for you.
“You guys don’t need to wait for me. I’ll feel bad.” You told them.
“No way are we leaving you alone.” Jin shook his head as he continued to trot beside you.
You all continued hiking and actually made it to the cliff edge. The forest was beneath you and you stared out into the horizon. The wolves sat beside you, the wind blowing their fur back.
“This feels nice. Like we’re complete.” Jungkook closed his eyes.
“The view is amazing.” You took a deep breath. You sat down with the wolves around you. Jimin licked your cheek gently and you giggled.
“My grandfather and I used to go for walks all the time. He loved nature as well and I remember how even as a kid, he would always bring me for long walks to experience nature. I just know that he would have loved to meet all of you.” You sighed happily, thinking of your late grandfather.
“It was always just the two of us. But now, I have all of you.” You smiled, laying your head on Namjoon’s middle. He sniffed you gently and you kissed his muzzle as you relaxed.
“And we have you.” Taehyung scooted next to you.
“I thought that I was just destined to be alone forever. I was always bullied for being alone to the point I felt like I just didn’t need friends.” You continued.
“You’ll always have us. We’ll never leave you.” Jimin placed his paw on top of your hand, making you chuckle.
“Then grandpa died so suddenly. All I want to do is graduate high school and support myself properly. You know, live life as much as I can. Ever since you 7 came, I don’t think I’ve ever felt happier.” You kissed Hoseok’s head.
After staying there for a couple of hours relaxing, you all went back to the house. As you entered, the wolves stood outside, looking uneasy. You realised that you were going in alone and turned around to see all of them just standing in the front yard.
“What...” You stopped when you realised what was going on. The day has come, the one your dreaded.
“You’re leaving.” You stated. Jimin whined, his head lowering.
“It’s okay. I guess we knew that you couldn’t stay here forever right? You guys can’t possibly stay here forever- Sorry.” You looked away as your voice cracked. Taking deep breaths, you tried not to cry.
“Do you guys mind just having dinner with me? We didn’t have lunch and you guys must be hungry.” You requested. The wolves looked at each other.
“I hate seeing that look on her face.” Yoongi cursed.
“Let’s just have one more meal with her as wolves.” Jungkook sighed. They all looked at Namjoon, their pack leader. Namjoon gave a nod and the wolves looked back at you before going into the house.
“Thank you.” You whispered and went to the kitchen. You took beef out, which you actually saved to surprise them with and turned on the flame. The wolves immediately smelled the meat, along with your salty tears. They watched as you quickly took a towel and turned away from them to wipe the tears from your eyes. You met eyes with them.
“It’s just the smoke.” You quickly excused, fanning your eyes to emphasise your point.
“She’s crying...” Their hearts all broke at your tears.
“Please don’t be sad, (y/n).” Taehyung came up to you and pawed at your feet, whimpering. You forced a smile and petted his head before going back to flipping the meat in the pan.
While you waited for the beef to cook, you made some ramen for yourself. You didn’t want to waste any time cooking.
“Here. Enjoy. I bought these as a surprise for you guys.” You placed the pieces of beef down in front of them. The wolves leaned in and began to eat up the meat. You had some beef with your ramen too but you just weren’t hungry.
“Have it.” You gave them your beef.
“(y/n), you have to eat too.” They whined.
“It’s okay, I’m not hungry.” You shook your head as you stirred your ramen around but didn’t eat. Instead of gobbling down everything, the wolves ate slowly. They were all sad to see you sad, after all, they did share your emotions. You picked some bites here and there.
After the silent dinner, you were standing by the door with the wolves. They all stood in a semi circle, looking at you.
“I know you guys can’t stay here forever. It isn’t right of me to force you to stay either.” You smiled at them. Namjoon stepped up to you and you bent down.
“Be safe and don’t get hurt anymore. Promise me, you’ll visit.” You gave them all kisses and hugs, which they reciprocated by licking your cheek and giving you boops with their noses.
“We will see you again very soon. We will never be too far away from you.” Namjoon comforted.
“Thank you for accompanying this lonely girl.” You laughed.
“Don’t say that about yourself.” Yoongi sighed. The wolves waited for you to re enter the house. Once they knew you were safe, they retreated.
“I’ll see you soon.” You smiled as you cried.
That night, you cried yourself to sleep, looking at the only picture of you and the wolves you had on your phone. Jin’s light grey fur, Yoongi’s pristine white fur, Namjoon’s charcoal black fur, Hoseok’s white fur with a light brown coat, Jimin’s light brown fur, Taehyung’s dark brown fur and Kookie’s dark grey fur.
They were all so unique and beautiful in their own way. The way you ran your fingers through their soft coats. You’ll never forget that feeling.
It was thanks to Jimin. You believed that fate brought him to your house that very night he got injured. Wolf or human, he was your first friend. He was so gentle and friendly.
The next day, you woke up to a quiet house. There was no sounds of footsteps, growls or whines in the living room. You headed downstairs to find the living room dark and empty. Life was back to the way it was.
“I need to go grocery shopping.” You changed and locked the door. As you were heading down to the bus stop, you saw some trucks drive past you.
“New neighbours?” You were the only cabin in your area but you were excited at the thought of new neighbours.
Maybe this was your wolves sending you the luck of making new friends.
As you waited for the bus, you turned to see the edge of the forest. Of course, there was no wolf standing there. You sighed, mentally scolding yourself for even thinking that you would see the wolves standing there, waiting with you for the bus. You had grown so used to them following you to the bus stop that it was just a habit of yours to look there.
“At least they’re free.” You told yourself as you smiled softly and stepped into the bus.
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“I’m back!” Taehyung walked through the door with his hands full. He had gone to pick up some things for the other boys while the others were unpacking their clothes in their rooms.
“Did you see her?” Yoongi asked from his spot on the couch.
“Narrowly missed her when I took the bus back. She was going out to town.” Taehyung replied.
“How was she?” Jin came out of the kitchen.
“Not so good.” Taehyung shook his lowered head. The others all came out to the living room. Jimin wrapped his arms around his best friend to hug him.
“Let’s hope, she’ll be better tomorrow.” He comforted and Taehyung nodded. Jungkook grabbed a glass of milk from the fridge. He remembered one time he purposely spilt your glass of milk during breakfast just so he could drink some of it. Even if you were angry, you never showed it.
Taehyung wished he had a phone at the time he met you so he could exchange numbers with you. It would have been easier for him (and less awkward) to text you and check up on you.
“I’m going for a run.” Jungkook put his empty glass down.
“Have fun.” Yoongi yawned, wanting to go up to his room to take a nap. Jungkook removed his clothes, throwing it aside before transforming.
“Jungkook, Yoongi hyung. We got our crystals.” Namjoon stopped them. Jin took a box out with their coloured crystal necklaces. Each crystal reflected their own crystal colour.
Jin had pink, Yoongi had black, Hoseok had red, Namjoon had blue, Jimin had yellow, Taehyung had green and Jungkook had purple.
“This is for her.” Namjoon closed the box when there was one crystal necklace left. He kept it in his room while the rest returned to their activities. Jungkook’s large form took off into the forest. Jimin, Taehyung and Jin played their video games, Hoseok was building his new figurines that came in the mail, Namjoon read while Yoongi slept.
“Hyung, do we know how the hunters found us so easily?” Jimin asked Jin as they played.
“We’re not sure but we do have word from the North packs that the hunters have also been more diligent lately. We just have to be careful of where we are. Hopefully, we can stay here for a while.” Jin shrugged.
“Then the other night, (y/n) said she dreamt of us as humans, was that because of the bond?” Taehyung spoke.
“We didn’t plan to enter her dreams. We just appeared there so I would say it’s the bond that tied us to her and connected us.” The older said.
“I’ve entered her dream a few days after we met.” Jimin raised his hand.
“The same as the other night. I just appeared there and she was there. I was able to talk to her and she was able to talk to me, as if we were facing each other in real life.” Jimin relayed. The other two nodded their heads. Jin soon retreated to the kitchen to make snacks.
“Let’s try our best tomorrow.” Jimin turned to Taehyung.
“Honestly, it was so hard to control my wolf when I first saw her. I mean, I had to act like a complete stranger.” Taehyung laughed. Namjoon and Hoseok came downstairs.
“We’re trying to find out more about the wolf that tried to attack (y/n) that night we went to have our meeting.” Namjoon said.
“He wasn’t just a regular rogue?”
“He could be but why would he target (y/n)? Rogues don’t usually go out and attack humans out of no where. And (y/n) lives in such a secluded area of the forest. Why would a rogue come here?” Hoseok wondered.
“They are rogues for a reason. They roam around onto anyone’s land. They don’t obey boundary rules.” Taehyung shrugged.
“Let’s just hope he was just a rogue.” Namjoon sighed.
Jungkook came back from his run, his dark grey form covered in visible mud. Hoseok grabbed a hose to wash him down, not wanting the maknae to step into the new house like that and dirtying it. Jungkook growled at the older beta as he was drenched from head to toe. He shook the water out of his fur, making Hoseok wet as well.
“Yah.” Hoseok threw Jungkook a towel and he transformed back, wrapping the towel around his bare torso.
“That was too cold, hyung!” Jungkook complained.
“I’m not gonna risk you dirtying the house with dirt when we just moved in. We took so long just to clean it.” Hoseok scoffed, rolling his eyes. Jungkook grumbled and went in to have an actual shower.
“Hyung! I wanna eat after my shower!” Jungkook shouted as he entered his room, slamming the door behind him.
“AIsh, Jeon Jungkook.” Jin rolled his eyes as he took things out to start on their late lunch. It had been a while since Jin cooked since you have been taking good care of them. But of course, you never really understood what a big appetite wolves had so it was never really enough.
“Hoseok, help me cook the rice!” Jin called and the younger jogged over, saluting. He took the rice pot out and scooped multiple cups in.
“Can I help?” Taehyung came in.
“Help me stir this.” Jin let Taehyung take over while he busied himself with preparing the other meat side dishes.
“I have an idea! Let’s invite (y/n) over for dinner tomorrow. As new neighbours?” Taehyung suggested.
“She has work remember? Maybe the day after. If she’s up for it.” Hoseok reminded and the other two nodded their heads. They were excited to see you again and just wanted to get closer to you as humans, not as wolves. Jungkook came down and entered the kitchen. He saw the food that was ready and wanted to sneak some bites when Jin smacked him.
“You may have been able to do that with (y/n) but not with me.” Jin scolded and Jungkook whined like a puppy.
“You’re an alpha but still act like a puppy.” Jin ruffled his hair and Jungkook growled, rolling his eyes. He grabbed a piece an apple and walked to the living room to wait for the meal.
“Hyung is cooking?” A sleepy Yoongi came down. Jungkook nodded his head. The older alpha yawned and went into the kitchen.
“I miss (y/n).” Jungkook mumbled to himself.
Namjoon was taking a walk, scouting the area as the leader of his pack. He was just checking if there have been any intruders on their land besides the wolf that tried to attack you the other time.
“Ugh, did I overbuy?” He heard your voice and quickly hid himself behind some bushes. Peeking over the hedge, he watched as you trudged up the forest path with bags of groceries in your hands. Namjoon had to fight the urge that he had to just step forward and help you.
“Soon.” He sighed. But as you walked, he quietly threaded behind you, wanting to at least make sure that you make it to your house safely. He heard you humming to yourself.
“At least she’s not too sad.” Namjoon consoled himself. He knew you were strong and weren’t going to let emotions wear your down.
You were definitely the one.
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