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colliholly · 2 years
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I love when artists draw spamton ridiculously hefty and caked up like this it’s the funniest thing
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tootiecakes234 · 3 months
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Sanji x reader
(You come back from a mission injured. )
You come back to Sanji after you two were on two separate assignments. Initially you’re facing away from him so he’s just relieved that you’re safe. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your front.
“My beautiful one and only. I’m so happy to see you safe.” Words mumbled because His face is nuzzled up into your neck and he’s breathing in the scent of you. Even though you’re sweaty and gross, you’re his favorite scent in the entire world and that includes his cooking.
“Are you tired?? When we get back to the ship I’ll run you a nice bath yea??” Mind you he says all this in almost a sing song voice.
Normally you would be just as excited as he was, but you know. You know the time he sees your injury he’s going to 1000% flip his shit and you were trying to postpone the inevitable as long as possible.
When Sanji finally looked up he saw the strange looks the rest of the crew was giving and he was confused.
“What the hell are you idiots looking at? Why do you assholes look guilty?”
“Hey you guys can I have a moment alone with Sanji please?”
They all excused themselves and set off very swiftly because they knew the shit storm was a brewing.
He starts pulling his arms from around you but you quickly grab them and hold him still.
“Babe, can you promise me something??”, you whisper in the most even tone you can manage.
“Of course. I’d do anything for you. You know that.” And his arms tighten around you.
“Ok, remember. You’re a man of your word. Promise me you won’t freak out” You start to slowly pull away.
“Why would I-“
“Just promise me ok?”
“I promise me sweet.” And he chuckles a little at how weird you’re being.
The twirl you do around is so achingly slow but Sanji is nothing if not patient with you.
When you finally catch his eye, you see the smile morph on his face.
He is livid. infuriated. No there has to be a word that means “ready to burn down the fucking world and everyone and everything in it!”
“Who! Had! The Goddamn Nerve! To Touch you?!?”
“Saaannjii, baby. It’s fine. I promise you. It’s just a scratch. Chopper checked it out and he said it wouldn’t even need stitches.” Trying to keep the peace was not working. AT ALL.
“Who!? And where are they now?” He was seething.
You could feel hellfire coming off him.
The laceration was a long one coming up from your clavicle and wrapping up right under your chin, but it wasn’t deep. You had managed to dodge most of it.
“Theyre dead and gone. He only got the one chance. I promise, I’m ok. Everyone is ok and safe. So can you breathe?? Cuz I don’t think you’re breathing…”
“Where the hell was everyone when you were nearly KILLED?!”
“Trying to avoid dying themselves. I’m not some damsel in distress, even though I know that’s how you see me.” You had started to get a little testy but you had to remind yourself, he honestly just loved you way too much to be faced with a situation where you could’ve been taken from him.
You slowly get a little closer to him and reach out to grasp his hand, and honestly that touch did more for him than any of your words did.
His shoulders sagged just the slightest amount and you heard him draw in a sharp breath.
“I know you’re upset, you have every right to be, but I’m right here.” You said with all the love you could muster and lifted your other hand to wrap around the back of his neck and scratch at the back of his head.
Another breath and now his eyes were starting to soften.
You smile up at him and that sets his heart back to thumping at the inconsistent speed it always does when you look at him like that.
Next thing you know you’re being pulled into his arms and squeezed to the point where it’s almost taking your breath away.
You don’t realize he’s crying until you feel dampness from where he’s again tucked his head down into your neck.
His words come out all mumbled, “I can’t l-lose you. I truly fucking can’t… you- you’re the only reason my heart beats. The only thing that gives me the strength to draw another breath. I love you. I love you.”
And now you’re crying because damn. This man is everything to you, and the fact that he never fails to make sure you know how he feels the same way if not stronger…. Your heart is just so full.
“I love you too Sanji. And I’m never leaving… you’re stuck with me forever and ever and ever.”
When he pulls back his eyes are all red and puffy.
“You mean it?” His voice sounds all groggy now, like he just woke up. But also bright, like morning sunshine.
“Of course I mean it. You and me always.” You give him a small genuine smile.
“Then marry me…”
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neteyamkink · 1 year
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cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀
OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭
paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader
warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk
At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?
You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?
One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.
"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.
"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.
"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.
"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.
"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.
"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.
"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.
Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.
Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.
"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.
"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.
"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.
"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.
"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.
"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?
"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.
shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?
"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.
"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.
"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.
"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.
"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.
You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.
"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.
"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.
Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.
"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.
"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.
"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.
"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.
"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.
“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.
“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.
“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.
“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.
“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.
“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.
“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.
“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.
“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.
“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.
“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.
“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.
“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.
“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.
“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.
“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.
“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.
“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.
“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.
“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.
“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.
“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.
“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.
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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months
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The TADC cast with a reader who’s a fluffy droopy eared bunny like the picture above.
Those eyes have absolutely no thoughts behind them just vibes (that may or may not include various types of cake)
Readers just a little fella,an absolute pal.they give soft plush hugs but the catch is that their like 7’5 tall.their super kind and patient and somehow always know what to say or do to help the cast.
(Also…JAX FIDGET HC!! He totally flops their ears about)
TADC cast x big soft silly plushie bunny!reader!!!!!
uueueueue the macarons i made earlier ended up so good!! easily some of the nicest and prettiest ones i made recently; not like bakery level pretty but none of them collapsed or cracked! main issue is that some of them kind of have a tip or bump on the top from the piping!! otherwise theyre solid!! gonna answer some stuff then i might go draw then hit the sack
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CAINE:
i like to think that he took one of your ears in each of his hands and lifted them up, messing with them a bit before letting them flop down to your sides. has probably tried to blow you away with spectacles and grand gestures only for you to blink dully at him... oh... was he saying something..? you werent really paying attention... always reties your bow/bowtie when it comes undone, he cant have you not being ... not presentable..! very much endeared by your sweet demeanor and very loudly asks for hugs every now and then
POMNI:
has probably waved her hand in front of your face to see if you were awake and/or alive, genuinely thought that you were a real normal plushie the first time she saw you. got jumpscared when you slowly moved your head to look at her. oh dear! please reassure her that everything is fine!
since shes new you have taken to hovering around her during IHAs to make sure shes safe.. you have probably picked her up to your chest and made a run for it. like literally just pomni held flat to you and you just running with her. silly, i think
RAGATHA:
one of my favorite ragatha headcannons that lowkey becoming a given and my go to; she makes you accessories to go on your ears! bows and ribbons and the like! she thinks you look so so cute; vaguely reminds her of a bunny doll she used to have in her childhood, at least thats her guess judging by the warped and murky memories of her old life in the real world. has accidentally left you behind because you were spacing out and thinking about whatever it is that goes on in your head... thinks youre as sweet as can be, probably calls you "carrot cake" or something along the lines
"sweetie bell"
sits
JAX:
messes with your long droopy ears. not uncommon for him to just grab one and run his thumb over you false fur and fabric. he thinks youre too soft; literally and metaphorically. you make a great cuddle buddy and give great hugs, but youre just too nice for your own good. and on the off chance that youre actually paying attention when hes setting up a prank for someone, you put a stop to it. pulling pranks is mean, especially jax's style of pranks! you cant have that!
jax definitely pouts off to the side when you sabotage him.. youd think the two bunny folk would get along with one another!
well its not like you guys dont get along, youre too nice for that and sometimes i feel like jax's conscious would step in at least once and he would try to be nicer to you, at least for a day
KINGER:
sometimes he likes snuggling into you within the pillow fort, your body is just so soft and warm and comforting, youre literally just a giant teddy bear- er... bunny! stuffed bunny! honestly he probably hangs around you more than he would hang around a normal reader simply because youre just so sweet and soft, as well as inviting. you both tend to space out together.. do you think he accidentally put you in the walls of his pillow fort, before he realized you were a whole person ? like do i think kinger is that dense? no, but i do think that the thought it really really funny and silly and i can definitely see it as a gag
ZOOBLE:
tries to pretend that theyre not into how soft and comfy you are.... but they find themselves subtly leaning into you when youre nearby. i would say that they would be blunt with wanting to be held or wanting a hug like they are with everything else.. but i think when it comes to affection, zooble can be a little... eh... like theyre bad at saying what they want when they want it, at least verbally.. your softness makes up for the fact that they feel like those hard plastic kids toys
sometimes get a little annoyed by your... empty eyed look... because sometimes its really hard to tell when youre paying attention or not
GANGLE:
love love loves snuggling into you after a rough day, bonus if youre fixing up her comedy mask while she presses her other masked-face into your fluff and venting about her day. oh that jax is so so mean! please rub her back... her.. ribbons, actually. honestly hugs from you are s tier and the very best because as said several times before, youre really soft and comfortable. you guys tend to lock yourselves up in gangles room and hang out when a IHA isnt going on; and thats just fine with the both of you because you have one anothers company
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deth-of-a-junkie · 3 months
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i have a lot of postal dude headcanons, so ive split them up.
so heres my postal 1 dude headcanons
p1 dude has a special interest on the jets and weaponry used in ww2 and the vietnam war, but also the U.S military as a whole. he specifically likes to collect vintage U.S military memorabilia and propaganda. he can go on for hours about the faults of the government and government greed and corruption, he hates the system. he also knows a lot about JFK assassination theories and will go on for hours about them.
oh yeah. postal 1 dude is autistic.
he also has a spin on guns. he knows them all by name and loves to learn about different manufacturers and how each one are built. he knows how to deconstruct them and put them back together. he even has some guns he's made himself. legal? probably not. he doesnt care.
p1 dude also prefers reading in books for information instead of searching the web for them, so amongst the mess of his house is just piles upon piles of books.
p1 dude also is great at poetry. he loves writing too, which is why i think he started his diaries.
he also loves drawing! he loves going out and drawing scenery the most, he also likes drawing nude figures. he finds the human body to be interesting.
p1 dude is religious. im divided on if i see him as someone whos spiritually aligned closer to catholics (though i wouldnt call him a straight up catholic, he doesn't like the church.) or pagen.
talking about pagen dude, correct me if im wrong, i dont know much about pagenism (but ive been trying to learn more as of recent), but he specifically worships greek gods. out of the gods, his favorite is ares.
he hangs around poostall dude a lot. they arent really friends, they're kinda opposites of each other, but poostall looks up to him as a mentor in philosophy among other things.
he used to be active in his local punk scene when he was younger. he has a lot of cds and tapes of obscure bands that almost no one has heard of.
he loves metal more then anything though, and he also has a large collection of horror films (all on vhs, a few of dvd. he doesnt have his dvd player plugged in so he only uses it if he has too. also refused to buy blueray. if its the only option he burns it onto a disk himself.).
his favorite genres of metal are melodic death metal and prog metal. i would also say dsbm but i feel like thats too corny. he loves opeth. also death.
he's non-speaking most of the time by choice. the older he's gotten the more he started to isolate himself, and he usually chooses to ignore people when theyre talking and not respond at all, mainly just people who ask for directions and stuff on the street he'll just ignore. he just doesnt feel the need too, he likes to stay invisible.
talking about that, he hates leaving his house. it used to be because of anxiety but it slowly became due to his other mental health issues getting worse, especially his fear of everyone being out to get him/everyone else being demons/whatever your interpretation of his reasonings behind postal 1 is.
3 in one shampoo. also uses hand soap to shave instead of shaving cream. also uses hand soap to wash his face...
he needs glasses. his sunglasses also has his normal prescription lenses in them, his eyes are sensitive to light so he chose to make them sunglasses too (i believe this is possible. if its not, well it is now). he also has a 2nd pair that are just normal glasses, he uses them only to read or when he's walking around his house at night. (this is totally not me self reflecting with the realization that i just found out i need glasses..../s)
I DONT KNOW HOW I FORGOT TO MENTION but also has a special interest on nuclear disasters, nuclear power plants, and radiation. theyre not separate theyre all apart of one fixation that branches off the core idea of nuclear power. like he cant have one without the other. if that makes sense.
also uses he/they. he doesnt out right say it, he doesnt use social media so its not like, in a bio or anything. he just naturally picked it up. will also accept she being used to refer to himself, but is not something he states publicly or asks people to do. he was surrounded by the queer community growing up as most of his highschool friends were apart of the community so he just one day realized he wasnt opposed to it being used in reference to himself.
he is an ASSHOLE. he used to be more considerate in his youth but the older he got the grumpier he got. he is SCARY when he insults someone. like he will have an entire ass speech of him just degrading someone until they literally have nothing left to say for themselves.
doesnt get angry though. he's calm when hes upset and frustrated, or will straight up just make fun of and make harsh jokes about the situation (i mean that like. if he gets into a disagreement with someone on the street he will laugh at them and mock them by teasing them. thats what i mean.)
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breezybangtanbebe · 16 days
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3D: JJK Part 2
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A/N: Jungkook is in a closed triad with Janelle, the bubbly brown skinned bookworm with alluring eyes and luscious hips, and Katya , the semi alt bartending vixen with copper toned curls and a silver tongue.
Tags: Jungkook AMBW fic with original characters. Sex, raw and protected. Oral (female and male recieving) Threesome. Some fluff anx mild plot because theyre lovers after all 😌
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The night after leaving the diner....
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Jungkook lingered in the bathroom doorway with his shoulder pressed against the frame.
Just a few feet away, the shaded silhouette of Janelle's curves could be seen through the foggy shower curtain. She hums softly, soothing and melodic as she washes her body.
God, he loved her voice. It was the first thing that got his attention. Like the twittering of a songbird at the crack of dawn, she appeared to him in the bleakest of places. And now some years later, she'd never left and Jungkook considered himself a lucky son of bitch if you were to ask him.
He didn't realize the thought of her importance had him smiling until it faltered at a different thought.
Tonight was...weird.
Meeting Kat at their usual spot was supposed to put everyone at ease instead of the inevitable awkwardness that came with asking someone to be a third in a two-party relationship.
He was nervous, halfway expecting their mutual friend to be offended by such a proposition.
But it was the fact that it went exactly the way Janelle predicted that surprised him.
And worried him...
*knock knock*
The curtain draws back just to reveal her angelic face that is haloed by dark loose dripping curls. She blinks rapidly to dispel the water dripping over her brow, locking eyes with a very distracted-looking Jungkook.
"Hey.." she exhales, wiping her face. Jungkook perks up at the greeting, his smile returning.
"Hey.." was all his discombobulated brain would let him say, although Janelle didn't find him out of sorts. Jungkook tends to be a man of few words.
"Something wrong?" she lifted her brows and Jungkook shook his head empathetically.
"Naw, nothing at all. Was just seeing if you were still in here.." he lies, something he rarely did when it came to her unless he deemed it necessary.
At his quick response, the slight worry fades from Janelle's expression.
"Oh, well I won't be long in here if you want to hop in after me." she goes on to say, still fighting rivets of water from getting into her eyes.
Of all things crowding Jungkook's mind tonight, a shower was at the very bottom of the things he wanted to do. But perhaps it was the in he needed to begin getting some things off of his chest.
Jungkook's distracted gaze falls to the bunched-up curtain barely covering Janelle's body, his bottom lip tucking itself between his teeth.
"How bout I just hop in now? Save some water?" he tilts his head cutely, his eyes returning to her face.
Janelle smiles at his unsubtleness, knowing he didn't give a hot damn about saving water.
She nods and Jungkook moves to join her, stripping out of his clothes smoothly, stepping in behind her, and pulling the curtain back in place to shield them from the cold air creeping in.
"You washing your hair?" he asks her from behind, placing his hands on her hips to guide her closer to him under the steady streams of hot water. Jungkook nearly stood at 6 feet, putting the top of Janelle's head just below his nose. From that vantage, her hair was all he could see.
Janelle's dark brown curls were elongated and stretching down her back from the saturation of water and whatever sweet-smelling concoction was dripping from it.
He inhales the scent of it fondly, enhanced by the humidity encasing them.
"I wasn't trying to but it got wet anyway. So I'm just conditioning it now. I'm gonna blow it back out tomorrow." Janelle confirms as she begins sectioning her hair down the middle, gathering half of it to the side to section again and begin twisting.
Jungkook watched her hands move expertly through her curls with usual interest. He loved playing in Janelle's hair when she'd let him. Whether it was oiling her scalp, taking down her braids, or just coiling his fingers in her curls to watch them spring back into place, he jumped at any opportunity he had to run his fingers through her thick mane.
"Hmm..Need my help?" he asks, already running his finger down the crooked part splitting at her nape. Janelle's shoulders rise at the ticklish sensation and she gives him a look.
"Not if you're gonna do that.." she smirks over her shoulder. Despite her words, she reaches in for the conditioner and squirts a generous amount in Jungkook's eager hands.
Working the milk and honey-scented conditioner into the strands at the back of her head as he slowly twisted it, Jungkook unwillingly allowed his thoughts to revert to his original anxieties.
Normally, being this close to her calmed his mind but there was just too much noise in his head to allow the night to go on another second without them discussing the obvious.
"You're happy, right?" he asks her seemingly out of nowhere. It had been a little quiet since she allowed him to help her with her hair but Janelle didn't think much of it.
"Of course. Why wouldn't I be..." she mutters distractedly, coiling the end of her twist around her finger as she completes it. Working much slower than her, Jungkook continued to wrap the small sections of hair around each other.
"I don't mean in general. I mean with how tonight went. With Kat." he finishes the twist, pulling it to watch it bounce the way he always did.
"Oh. Well, yeah." Janelle shrugs a shoulder.
Another pump of conditioner fills her palm and she lathers it between her hands.
"She seemed up for what we were offering. Which was surprising. I expected her to look at us like we had five heads.." she laughed breathily as she finger-detangled another section near the front of her head. Jungkook tossed the fat twist he'd done over her shoulder, finding most of her head already done and leaving him with nothing left to do.
"She kind of did, Nell." he chuckles, reaching around her to rinse his hands. Janelle is caught against Jungkook's muscular chest and between his arms, the shadow of his body darkening the wall in front of her.
"Eh...only when you flirted with her. I don't think she was expecting that from you. Here, switch." she taps his chest for him to give her the space to reach outside of the small shower for a shower cap she'd left near the toilet tank.
Without any resistance, Jungkook stepped around Janelle as she covered her hair beneath the cap so that he was now under the shower head.
Jungkook tips his head back, allowing the water to soak his hair and face thoroughly before turning his back to Janelle, who was sudsung up a washcloth in preparation to wash his wide back. Something that was now routine for them after sharing a space for so long.
"Hey...That 'Kitty Kat' thing didn't bother you did it? I knew she'd hate it but then I considered you and I felt like an ass as soon as it came outta my mouth.." Jungkook asks over his shoulder with his eyes closed, shaking his head shamefully at the memory. Janelle continues to wash his back, running the soapy towel between his shoulder blades.
"Naw..I thought it was cute. Kat didn't seem very flattered by it and I think that was the point. To get under her skin."
"Yeah.." Jungkook chuckles dryly.
Janelle smirks.
"Yeah. Yall's interactions are funny to watch." she giggles, gliding the washcloth around to Jungkook's front, where he takes it from her gently before she can poke into his naval to tease him.
It was something she always did because of how ticklish he was there. And normally it would catch him off guard, but he was too wrapped up in his worries.
"Hm.." was all he uttered in response as if there was something more he wanted to say but just wouldn't. Janelle frowns at his stiffness, taking a small step back from him.
"What's wrong?"
Jungkook could just about see her face even though his back was to her. Eyes big and full of concern. Lips pursed and pretty.
He sighs.
"Nothing. It's just..."Jungkook shrugged nonchalantly as he washed his chest, turning his back to the shower head to face her.
"I'm happy if you're happy. This is something you've been thinking about for a while. And I'm honored that you feel safe enough with me to explore that but.." he tapers off, his gaze trailing towards the clear pool gathering at their feet as he lifted his arm to wash underneath.
Janelle watched the soap drizzle down his naked body aimlessly, that suspected concern puckering in her brow.
"But?"
Jungkook switched arms, scrubbing his armpit for a few seconds before setting the dripping cloth aside with a deep sigh.
"Ok look.....I'm gonna sound like a huge bitch for saying this but, I'm nervous about how this whole "throuple" thing will affect us. Like I said before, I have no desire to be with anyone other than you. Cheating has never crossed my mind..." he begins and Janelle's eyebrows go up.
"Never? Like ever?"
Jungkook blinks.
"Never. I swear."
"Even when you're mad at me?" Janelle tilts her head, a hint of unseriousness and disbelief in her voice. Jungkook huffed at the idea.
"When have I ever been mad at you Nell? I piss you off more than anything.." he chuckles, earning a stiff nudge in the chest.
"Stop it. I'm sure I get on your nerves more often than not. Or what about when you're just tired of me and think about being with someone new...you could tell me, you know." her eyes widen earnestly, her hands now sliding up Jungkook's torso to rest on his shoulders.
He melts under her touch, returning the affection by caressing the dip of her waist, his thumbs strumming over her hip bones as he squeezes her.
"I am telling you. Trust me..it just doesn't cross my mind. You're pretty much as perfect as a human could be. Your farts don't even bother me."
At that, Janelle snorts in offense, tugging on Jungkook's pierced earlobe playfully.
"That's disgusting and a lie because you don't deal with my farts. Like ever.." she denies adamantly. Jungkook winces and leans into her pull with a charming grin.
"Oh please. Don't give me that 'I don't fart' bullshit. We're not new.." he shakes his head, flinging his soaked hair about over his forehead. Droplets of water flick her in the face as she rolls her eyes.
"I'm not claiming that I don't, I'm only saying it doesn't happen around you. I'm pretty stealthy with mine at least.."
It was Jungkook's turn to snort incredulously, reaching up to smooth his wet hair back and out of his face for Janelle to see how sure he was.
"You can't account for every single fart, Babe. We do share a bed at night, remember?.." he wiggles his brows suggestively and Janelle blanches at the thought of Jungkook being awake while she's asleep and pooting happily into the sheets.
Counting them like sheep from his side of the bed and snickering maniacally like an idiot.
"Shut up! ANYWAY....Say I wasn't in the picture at all and you were single. You don't find Kat attractive? You wouldn't date her?"  she steers them back on topic, much to Jungkook's disappointment despite him being the one to bring it up. His shoulders drop, as does his expression as he contemplates his response.
"I mean...She's attractive, yes but.."
"And don't you two have a lot in common?" Janelle cuts in, seeming too hopeful for Jungkook's liking.
"Babe, that's not the point." he starts but Janelle is already shaking her head.
"We don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable. I can call Kat tomorrow and let her know. I'm sure she'd understand."
It wasn't that Jungkook was 100% opposed to it. Hell, what guy wouldn't be willing to try being in the middle of two gorgeous women? And if he were with someone other than Janelle, he was sure there would be no apprehension.
But Janelle was different. And Kat was soooo different from Janelle.
Jungkook scoffs at the suggestion, his eyes going to a milky white stream of water and conditioner threatening to drip down Janelle's face. He lets go of her waist to swipe it back into her widow's peak with his thumb
"Sure she would. And she'd feel like she was right about all of this. That you're being coerced into liking girls and Im a scum bag manipulator boyfriend pulling the strings and convincing you we need another person in our lives when all I want...all I need is you..."
There was a pout in his voice that was far too endearing to ignore. Janelle twists her lips to the side as she regards her boyfriend's worrisome expression, reading every line on his face carefully.
"Since when do you care what people think, huh?" she gazes up at him sweetly, melting the tension in his jaw slightly. Jungkook hissed lowly between his teeth, looking away bashfully.
"I don't. I care what you think.." he gives her an emphatic look before returning his attention to yet another drizzle of conditioner about to drip between her eyebrows. His mouth sets in a grim line as he uses his full hand to wipe over Janelle's forehead again, this time pushing back the shower cap, running his palm over her hair, and squishing the fat twists to extrude the excess product from her curls.
All the while, Janelle considers everything he's said.
How he was worried about offending her when responding to Kat's brattiness the way she expected him to.
How adamant he was about her knowing he was happy with just her, even though he never outright objected to the idea of them doing this.
"Oh my God.." Janelle gapes and Jungkook's eyes snap to hers warily.
"What?"
Janelle doesn't respond immediately, only reaching up to cup Jungkook's cheek before running a hand through his soaked hair.
"You're afraid," she says after a beat and Jungkook tilts his head back in surprise.
"Um.Not the word I'd use..." he mutters.
"And I am so selfish..wow." Janelle continues, dropping her hand to stare off into space.
"Another word I wouldn't choose.." Jungkook slides in under his breath again and Janelle sucks her teeth in disagreement.
"But it's true. Here I am, thinking you're just going with the flow because you're invested in the idea of us doing this...when it's just to appease me. Oh God...I'm the scum bag boyfriend." her hand goes to her mouth and if she weren't so damn cute, Jungkook would have been able to keep himself from laughing.
Whatever tension was there dissipated with the fog surrounding them, and the shower water started to cool from being on for so long. The temperature hitting his back now was the least of Jungkook's concerns that Janelle was blaming herself for his insecurities.
While they were valid, he still didn't want her to blame herself.
"No baby...." he pulls her hand from her face, lifting her chin with his knuckle. Her bottom lip trembled a bit, further breaking his heart as he locked her in his gaze.
"I'm not scared. I just don't want you to end up hurt, that's all. So many things are playing out in my mind where that happens. I'm happy with you and you alone. You know that. But if doing this makes you happy, we can try it out. Hell, there are no rules so we can pretty much structure it however we want. We can set boundaries. The extent of me and Kat's involvement can remain strictly platonic." he shrugs assuredly. Jade's expression shifts to confusion at his suggestion.
"Really? You'd be ok with that?" she asks and Jungkook smirks.
"Why not? She can't knock you up so beyond that, I'm good." he jokes, his attempt at humor barely thawing the tension.
"But seriously. You two can have your own thing and I won't interfere. We won't kiss or have sex...She seems more interested in you than she is in me anyway so.." he turns away from her briefly to cut off the water, which was now ice cold and no longer comfortable.
Janelle realized that her hair was still full of conditioner but rinsing it in the sink would just have to do. She blinks up at Jungkook's subdued face shyly, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth before mumbling.
"But...I want you to."
Jungkook blinks back at her, partially due to the water running down his face from his drenched scalp.
"You.......want me to?" he lifts a brow, genuinely oblivious to what she was getting at. Still worrying her bottom lip until little divots formed from her teeth, Janelle steals a glance at the misted shower curtain before responding.
"You know..." she peeps, shrugging a shoulder, and Jungkook watches her avoid eye contact just long enough for him to figure out exactly what she meant.
"Wait...You want us to..." he trails off, waiting for Janelle to look at him. When she does, her expression is expectant. As if she'd be faced with some sort of judgment in the face of her partner for wanting something so unexpected.
When she says nothing, an impish smirk spreads over Jungkook's dripping lips.
"Oh.." his eyes flutter in realization, still not instilling confidence in Janelle based on how her brows slanted worriedly.
"Oh?..as in 'oh hell naw' or.." her voice tapers with Jungkook's rejection and judgment already accepted in her mind. She hugged herself against the chill that was now filling the shower space, but it was clear her body language read deeper than that.
She was closing herself off, retracting her willingness to be open and vulnerable with the one person she should be able to be with. After being with her day in and day out for a while, Jungkook knew how hard it was for Janelle to be open in her past relationships.
It was hard enough being so soft-spoken and a chronic people pleaser, but dating self-serving assholes didn't encourage her to speak up for herself when it came to what she wanted.
At least until she met Jungkook...
Jungkook sighed, cursing himself mentally before pulling one of her arms that covered her chest. He lifts her hand to his mouth, brushing her soft knuckles against his lips.
"Naw...' Oh' as in...' Oh, ok cool'. Or 'ooooh you nasty.'..." he wrinkles his nose, pulling her to stumble into him over the bath mat. He then smushes her cheeks between his fingers, forcing her lips to pout out for him to ravish in a playful kiss.
Janelle yelps as his other hand skims down her wet and slippery back to cup her backside, squeezing a healthy serving of her booty cheek until she squeals again against his lips.
She reaches back to grip his wrist, steadily giggling in his grasp.
"Stahp! And don't call me nasty! You nasty. I feel you getting hard against my leg." she notes, the bridge of her nose scrunching in mock disgust despite not pulling away. Jungkook grins and bites his lip as he presses their bodies closer together.
"Duh. You're naked and wet. So tell me something...Why is that something you want?" he hugs her, his hand still resting at the crease of her ass. It didn't matter that the water was no longer running and the warmth of its steam was long gone. Janelle felt perfectly content standing in the bathtub, trapped in her man's embrace.
His question had her feeling shy all over again, her face tingling with the rising blush under her skin.
"I...I don't know...because I think it would be kind of sexy to...ya know..watch. Sometimes." she shrugs, keeping her gaze fixed on Jungkook's throat. His Adam's apple shifted a little when he tilted his head, in an attempt to summon her eyes towards his.
"Watch? Oh, you nasty foreal..." he teases.
At that, Janelle was over it. She stifled her smile as she pushed him away, yanking at the shower curtain to make her escape. Jungkook chuckles as he follows her, both of them stepping carefully over the damp bathroom floors. Janelle is already wrapping a towel around her body by the time Jungkook finds another conveniently folded on a shelf.
"I don't know why you're acting all innocent about this. Everyone knows you nasty Nell. Me more than anyone.." he shakes his mop of a head out before rubbing the body towel over it.
"Oh, whatever..." she waves him off, securing the towel's fold at her chest.
Janelle reaches past him for the cabinet that contains her skin products. She selects her favorite scented body butter and oil and shuffles to perch on the edge of the bathtub to begin moisturizing her skin.
Jungkook continues dabbing the water from his hair with his eyes screwed shut. He remains unabashedly naked in front of the sink, his inked-out sleeves flexing with the subtle movements of shuffling the towel over his head.
Oh so domestic and cozy with each other per usual.
Janelle's eyes lifted casually to watch him as she rubbed the cream over her knees and shin, admiring his height and muscular frame without him noticing. 
Jungkook dropped the towel from his head to hang over his shoulders, his hair now half dry and spiking in all directions. He turns to face the mirror and regards his reflection with a focused scowl, turning his head to inspect his skin. As he does, Janelle's sneaky gaze falls from his face and impressive upper body, to what she could see of the wobbling appendage between his legs, hanging handsomely and only slightly erect as he leaned closer to the mirror to poke at a tiny pimple threatening to form on his chin.
Salacious thoughts roll through her mind, some including him bending her over the counter right now and easing the ache between her thighs. All this talk about their relationship and exploring the unknown together did something to her.
On top of Jungkook looking like a literal god, a statue of marbled stone sculpted by Michaelangelo himself.
Another thought pops in of her dropping to her knees in front of him and surprising him with her mouth as he attends to his lazy skincare routine. She could already taste him at the back of her throat.
And then, as that scenario continued to play out in her head, the image of herself stroking his shaft is eventually accompanied by a pair of pale pink and slightly freckled lips wrapping around his mushroom tip.
Lips that weren't hers but equally as full and wet.
Equally as pretty, with a long pierced tongue that curved around Jungkook's girth.
Janelle's vision of Kat laving his dick in front of her on the bathroom floor has her going silent Her lips part slowly as she zoned out, her eyes shifting off focus while her oil-covered hands moved slowly over her legs.
Kat's moans, or what she imagined her moans to sound like.
Deep, a little raspy, and whiny.
..surrounded Jungkook's dick as best as her mouth could. Her head bobs slowly, siren eyes lifting to watch Jungkook's brow furrow in ecstasy.
"Fuck.." his lip ring jiggled with the hoarse curse, water still dripping from his dark wavy mane as he watched his dick get coated in Kat's saliva. Janelle's hand continued stroking him from the base and his hooded scowl shifted to her as he groaned.
"That's it..fuck, that's it.." he reaches for Janelle, caressing her cheek with tatted knuckles. She looks up at him adoringly and Jungkook smirks down at her.
"You're so fucking pretty baby..." he praises her, grazing her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. Kat whines childishly with bubbling spit pooling at the corners of her mouth. She pulls off of his dick with a dramatic slurp and glowers up at Jungkook.
"Hey..what about me?" she simpers and both Janelle and Jungkook chuckle. Janelle turns to Kat, giving her her signature sugary sweet smile.
"You know you're the prettiest Kitty.." she says to her, using her free hand to tuck a loc of disheveled copper hair behind Kat's ear before running her fingertips down her cheek. Jungkook hums in agreement, licking his lips.
"Mmhmm..especially with my dick in your mouth.." he mirths, covering Janelle's hand that was still wrapped at his base to take hold of himself. His swollen tip smooths over Kat's lips like an applicator, smearing the remnants of her spit and his pre cum over her bottom lip teasingly. Janelle's eyes fixed on the wet point of contact between Kat's pliant lips and Jungkook's dick, her mouth beginning to water.
"So pretty.." she echoes, her fingers curling under Kat's chin and coaxing it to drop. Kat's mouth opens just enough for Jungkook to slide himself back in with a strained hiss between his teeth.
"Ugh..yess.." he calls to the ceiling, tipping his head back as Kat's mouth engulfed him in her warm and wet sanctuary.
She sucks him deeper, earning another growl from above that sends her pussy into a clenching frenzy. She whimpers around him again, her eyes rolling back as she resumes sucking him off slowly, taking as much of his length in as she could. Jungkook takes his hands off of himself and away from Janelle's face and uses them to grip the counter's edge, relinquishing all control over his pleasure to his lovers.
He looks to Janelle, tipping his chin in Kat's direction.
"Help her out, baby. Show her how I like it
..." he croons, sending a shiver down her spine that manifests in a slow drip of arousal down her inner thighs.
Nodding, Janelle moves any distracting curls from Kat's face before pushing her head down hard on Jungkook's dick, gagging the redhead until tears rolled down her cheeks.
Janelle pulls her head back with a handful of copper tresses in her clutches to allow Kat a moment to catch her breath, eventually guiding her back towards the angry red tip in front of her.
"That's my girl...fuck.. don't stop either.."Jungkook ruts slowly, matching the pace that Janelle set for their girlfriend, aiding her in taking every thick inch that their boyfriend had to offer.
"Babe."
"Babe..."
"Janelle."
Jungkook's voice pulled her from her daydream, the sound of her name in his stern voice startling her. Her eyes flutter up at him attentively, her hands still coated in oil idling over her ankle.
"Hmm?" she pouts her lips.
Jungkook's towel was now wrapped loosely at his waist, a peak of his pubic hair just barely visible over the fold. His hair was a damp spikey mess, as expected, but he looked fresh off the pages of some magazine spread.
"What are you over there thinking so hard about? You've been lubing up the same leg for 3 minutes." he chuckles.
Janelle's doe eyes flit from her boyfriend's face to his happy trail and her brow crinkles into a scowl of thought.
At her silence, Jungkook smirks. He approaches her at the bath, squatting down so that they are at the same level.
He tilts his head, waiting for her to look up at him.
"Talk to me." he lifts the brow twinkling with silver.
Janelle locked eyes with him inevitably, stifling her smile at how Jungkook stared at her, his hands resting on her knees. She bites her lip worriedly before relenting.
"Ok. Be honest. Is it weird that I want this? To want to see how you are with someone else and me because it turns me on a little... a lot." she admits after a beat. Jungkook's expression is unwavering as his mouth shrugs at the question.
"Weird? No..Different, yeah. It doesn't matter though. If you want it, you got it, baby. As long as you are comfortable at the end of the day. I am curious though..." he pauses.
Janelle's eyes follow his as they drop where his large hands are still resting on her knees. They moved up her thighs slowly, pushing the towel back and encouraging them to part as he filled the gap on his knees.
"Has this always been a thing? This fantasy..or is it just with me?" he asks, his hands massaging Janelle's shimmering flesh in slow circles with his thumbs. He inches closer, teasing the tip of his nose against hers until she smiles.
Fuck, she loved him. For every rough edge, there was a softness that Janelle liked to think was only for her. The intimacy. The tenderness. His hands had traveled so high up her thighs, that her towel was barely covering her lower body anymore and goosebumps tickled her skin from the exposure. He was inches away from grazing a part of her that begged to be touched by only him.
Jungkook noses at her cheek, planting a little kiss to her jaw before pulling back just a little to wait for her response.
She barely remembered the question, hell...
"Just...just you.."  she stammers in reaction to his lips and Jungkook makes a sound from deep in his throat that makes her tremble. She steadied herself by holding him at his biceps as he threatened to nudge her into the tub.
"Hmm....so, you've imagined me being with other women in front of you?" he probes further, similarly to how one of his hands was snaking up to rest on her hip while he pressed against her heat. His thumb passes over her clit just barely, making Janelle gasp.
"Um. I didn't used to..not until I saw Kat. She's just so...sexy confident and bold. Everything I wished I was all the time, she just is. Sure of herself and is unapologetic about it."
Jungkook would have disagreed with her words wholeheartedly any other time. But the fact that Janelle was being this transparent with him kept him quiet. He didn't want her to stop talking, nor did he want to stop touching her the way he was.
"I read people pretty well, y'know?..It's just something about her. It's funny. She actually reminds me a lot of you."
At that, Jungkook pulled back with a confused brow, halting his teasing hands for a moment.
"Huh? How?" he turns up his nose. Janelle shrugs.
" I don't know. Just does. Yall like the same kinds of music and movies and fashion. Even a little about sports. More than I know at least, I sit between yall thinking I'm listening to Simlish." she laughs, although Jungkook is too stuck on her seeing him in another woman.
He sits back on his knees, resting his hands on hers again.
"Wait. So you've been fantasizing about me having sex with basically the female version of me..and that gets you hot?" he furrows his brow with a smirk, a look that made Janelle's core constrict.
"Yeah, but it's not just about sex though. It's the bond we could all have. Her attending to needs you have that I can't or me having someone close to confide in on things that just a friend can't understand. It's hard to explain. Like I said, I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable doing. Me and my kinks are just that and I don't have to indulge them. They aren't anyone else's issue but mine.."
Janelle drops her chin after speaking, seeming to feel some form of shame that Jungkook would not tolerate. He places a finger beneath her chin, making her look back up at him.
"They kinda are though, Nell. Not an issue but...I mean..we agreed that we'd be honest with each other about stuff like this. Keeping an open mind and shit."
"And that's all I'm doing..." Janelle cuts in.
"Opening my mind to something new and kind of taboo. I know the risks. I'm not delusional. You two can hit it off and end up much more compatible than you and I are.."
Jungkook snorts loudly.
"That ain't happening. If she really reminds you of me, then that tells me that there is very little about our personalities that'll mesh. I'm a bit of a dick. She already seems like a bit of a brat as is. I hate brats." he grimaces and Janelle scoffs at the blatant lie.
"Please. You love brats. Look at all your exes."
He'd rather not. Nothing about the women he was with before Janelle was worth the memory.
"You're not a brat, and I love you.." he smoothly states, rising back up as his hands sneak up her legs again.
He doesn't pause to tease or make her anticipate his next move. Jungkook just kisses her. One peck to solidify his point. Another to savor the taste of her lips the way he always did.
Janelle melts into him, wrapping her arms above his shoulders and digging her fingers into his damp scalp. She kisses him back with less fervor, knowing their conversation would cease if she allowed his tongue to slip past her lips one more time.
She abruptly tips her head back, breaking the kiss, much to Jungkook's disappointment.
"You're cute. Doesn't mean you love brats any less though. So it's a perfect match if you ask me. You're dark and broody, she's loud and moody, and then there's me, bringer of light and balance in the middle." she smiles adorably, booping her nose against his for emphasis.
Jungkook's pout gradually shifts to a smirk of surrender. At least he could agree with the last part of what she said.
Janelle was the light. She brightened up his life the moment she entered it and there was no way anyone could get him to look away. Even if it blinded him, he'd stare into her sun until she forced him not to.
A day he prayed would never come.
Easing back to just look at her, to admire the softness in her eyes and the perfection of her honey-brown skin, Jungkook narrows his gaze at her.
"You really wanna do this, don't you?" he asks her, his tone soft but serious.
Janelle's smile softened too and she nodded.
"I do. But only if you do too."
Jungkook regards her for a moment, recalling everything that she said, as well as everything she'd ever done for him throughout their relationship.
Janelle was selfless and kind. She never made trouble or fed into drama. She never picked fights or nagged at Jungkook when he knew he deserved it. His initial resistance to commitment. His ugly habits. In her delicate way, she smoothed out his roughness like sandpaper. Loving the hell out of him., literally chasing away the demons that convinced him he'd never find a love as pure as this.
He owed her this, at least.
What was the worst that could happen?
"Ok."
Janelle's eyes brightened at his short response, her spine straightening immediately.
"Ok?" she verifies and Jungkook nods.
"Yeah. I'm with it. We can try this thing out and play it by ear. Take it one step at a time. As long as you know who you are to me. And how much I mean it when I say I would never, ever..do anything to hurt you. At least not on purpose. I'm still a dumb ass sometimes.."
Janelle's lips crash into Jungkook's before he can finish his sentence, and he chuckles sharply through his nose as he reciprocates the kiss. He hugs her waist, pressing his body flush against hers with her legs wrapping around him.
If he'd known his being on board would make her this happy, Jungkook would have never raised the issue. But he was glad he did.
Something about this moment brought them closer, and there was very little he wanted more.
Janelle breaks their kiss again to gaze upon her partner's face, and Jungkook doesn't pout this time.
He too basked in the beauty that was Janelle, asking himself how the hell he got so lucky.
"I love you." she sighs.
"I love you." he smiles, wagging the silver hoop at the corner of his mouth.
"And you're not a dumbass. I told you about that." she scolds him lightly.
"Mmhmm....Well, what word would you use? He asks sarcastically, but Janelle's eyes shoot to the ceiling as the invisible Rolodex of 'Jungkook Adjectives' sputtered in her mind.
After a few seconds, she settled on one.
"You are.... exceptional." she muses, the apples of her cheeks rising.
Based on what he knew of the word, its connotation was fairly neutral. Unusual. Uncommon. Not typical. That said a lot considering what he just agreed to.
Gaining a better understanding as to why this was something she felt was needed, more for her satisfaction than his, was surprisingly comforting. Here he was worried that she felt like this was something he secretly wanted because let's be honest..
Most men probably would.
And the old Jungkook was like most men.
But this version of him in this alternate dimension where he actually learned how to love someone non-toxically, he'd do anything this woman asked him to do. Even being willing to share her with someone else. Something most men, even under the best circumstances, wouldn't be secure enough to do.
So maybe he was the exception.
Maybe they both were.
Jungkook's eyes danced between Janelle's irises, his gaze and little smirk darkening by the millisecond.
"Hmm..Whatever that means.." he snickers, leaning in to slip his tongue into Janelle's mouth again, hoisting her up to straddle his hips as he walked them carefully out of the bathroom.
Effectively ending their conversation.
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arranged marriage fics w ayato got me in a chokehold.. theyre initially a bit cold to each other but something happens and they slowly warm up… and i extra love when the wife is a clever, snarky woman too do ya mind writing this one
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A/n: Hey anon, I can definitely do that :) Arranged marriage is one of my favorite tropes too, I will have to admit. On another note, this would be my first time writing Ayato on here, so I so hope it's satisfactory and not too out of character. Enjoy!
Content: drabble, a little bit of suggestive words, still SFW, f/reader.
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What once was a bitter seed of their marriage blossomed into a sweet tree bearing fruit of honey and sugar. Ayato was a stranger to the sensation, never expecting himself to warm up to his wife, as adverse as that was.
However queer this was, he could not help but gravitate towards it, not refusing it. Little by little, he grew fond of this new entity in his home. It's a miracle such a fragile seed survived all their harshness. His wife would seldom spend quality time with him, and when she did it was to appease the public or the family. It was all out of obligation, Ayato knew. He always felt a specific kind of disappointment, seeing how his marriage was compared to the one of his late parents. How sad too. He always wanted a marriage like theirs, yet the future didn't look any better.
The start of their relationship was clear. Something so rocky cannot be forgotten, it can only be overshadowed by these newer experiences. When did their marriage start to take turns for the better; when did they start sleeping in the same room; when did they start being with each other for other reasons than obligation? Neither of them could pinpoint the exact moment or time.
And now when she smiles at him through closed eyes and the cup pressed to her lip, he knew some droll thought had shone its light to her mind. “What is it?” he questioned immediately, turning to face her with his hand placing his own cup down.
“You'd like to see me in a silk kimono” - she drawled, eyes narrowed and reminiscent of that of a kitsune roaming the wilderness around the Estate. For a moment he thought he was too harsh to say which clothing would suit her for the occasion. The answer wasn't something he really expected, and it did not sate his curiosity in the slightest. But instead of calling her out, being straight forward like anyone else, he grabs hold of his love by the arm gingerly, drawing her attention away from her drink and to his face.
“I would love to see you in such silk garments..” - he leans into her ear, one hand cupped so no one else around could hear, even if they were alone. “.. so I could tear it off you” - he finished, his azure eyes watching her own as the realization of his words sunk in. A light of something mischievous and undefined glimmered behind her irises and when their gazes met again, he knew his little jest barely did anything to place him in a higher position. Oh, how he was not used to this shift in control. She wasn't one of his retainers, he will have to be reminded again and again.
“Should you tear my silk kimono..” she started, eyes sharp and fixed on him, her hand that discarded her cup on the table sliding up his side despite the danger of Ayato's retainers walking in and witnessing this rather inappropriate exchange.
“..I will blacken your eye..” she finished with a curl of her lips, smirking at her love who felt just as mischievous, but at a loss for proper words to bite back. Her hand suddenly disappeared, and he found himself missing the touch, as foreign as it still was. Her body stepped away, looking over the rest of the foods they came to try, to pick the most appropriate ones for the upcoming anniversary, one of their own wedding.
“We have enough time to see who will last longer. But I warn you, you will find no easy game with me” - Ayato cautioned as he clutched two pairs of hashi, handing one to her once they sat down.
“Good. I loathe a dull challenge - if you can even call it that when it comes to you. But I should remind you, my father will not like it if he finds me bored in this place. You ought to be at your best behavior once he arrives” - (Y/n) told Ayato, placing one hand to her chin in thought of which dish to sample first. She had to make sure to avoid any dishes that may cause harm, or to which some of their known guests may be allergic to, their taste came first to her own. Thoma was kind enough to make a vast assortment of all kinds of dishes - sweet and savory and everything in between.
Ayato scoffs, placing a clean cloth across his lap and giving her a nearly scornful look, only the ghost smirk on his lips betrays each intention of that edged look. “As if I treat you with anything less of respect, '' he pointed out.
His eyes widened in the slightest as she picked a mini onigiri and offered it to him. When he goes to bite it, the treat is moved out of his reach and directly into her mouth. She chomps thoughtfully, holding eye contact with her husband whose mouth hangs agape like a fish plucked from water.
“Close your mouth, it's not appropriate to gawk at someone like that” Her finger pushes his jaw shut, the motion in its nature is gentle, but it mocks him and teases him. Once more, Ayato is at a loss, for both words and rational thought. "Oh- Don't make that face. Here, it's no joke this time” And as she promises, she feeds him one of the delicious Onigiri, not surprising considering who the chef was.
“Mm..It will be difficult to decide which dishes to pick, hm? All of these are packed with enough flavor and are in no way too heavy on the gut” - Ayato commented once he swallowed, taking a look at the other dishes, recognizing all of them from times before, only few were unfamiliar, and he was sure those were safe to consume. Thoma wasn't the one to spice food too much. “You can feel free to disregard me from making a choice here, as I will fare well with all of these. I'm not picky. Thoma made these according to our tastes, whether he wants to admit it or not”
“A difficult task. But I will not allow you to slip away so easily. You will stay here, with me” - His wife's voice stopped him before he could even place his hashi down, earning a curious look from those tender, ocean eyes.
Ayato looks at her, trying to gauge out any signs that she was jesting once more, but after he finds none, he simply sighs and nods. “As my lady wishes” Ayato smiles, picking his chopsticks up and grabbing another piece of a savory dish, offering it to her.
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thebestbooksaround · 10 months
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okay, first of all, thank you for your service! your recs are amazing
i just wanted to ask if you could rec as many rewrite fics as possible? episode rewrites, season rewrites that kind of thing? and if people could keep adding on itd be great?
theyre my fav genre tbh but they can be so hard to find :(
thank you so much!!
Oh boy, I sure can Anon!
I'm going to assume you mean 9-1-1, if you meant another fandom, let me know and I'll search for those. Some of these are rewrites by proxy? As in all the events happen but some are text fics so you only hear about them. If anyone has some to add, please do!
Without further ado...
We All Fall Down by kristen999 (@thekristen999)
He’d done this before. Inside the well. Trapped forty feet underground instead of in a tin can, rising water the constant threat.
Eddie stared at the radio, knowing this time there’d be someone on the other end to hear him if he needed to say something. If his time his second chances had finally run out.
He wouldn’t die alone. Not really. His team would be there. Just inches away. He could tell them, tell Buck….
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glue by ProsperDemeter
“It’s just…” Connor shrugged. “No offense, man, but… you’re twenty-five. Do you really want to be spending so much time falling for a guy with a kid?”
“I’m not falling for him.”
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A month away from graduating the LAFD Academy, Evan Buckley gets introduced to new recruit Eddie Diaz and things certainly change for both of them after that.
This author is also writing a s2 rewrite!
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Firefighter Buckley's Unauthorized Ride-Along by slipperywordcrimes
Buck spends most of his probationary year with a bun in the oven, and doesn't realize it.
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One Wrong Number by calinaannehart (@calinaannehart)
When Evan Buckley meets a man in a bar and gets his number, he couldn't possibly imagine how one wrong digit could lead him to his fate. Because sometimes wrong numbers are the right numbers.
bro·ken by kristen999 (@thekristen999)
Forced to take shady side jobs to pay his bills, Evan Buckley doesn’t think he’s ever seen such rock bottom. Until he meets Eddie Diaz, a man even more desperate and alone. Season 3 AU.
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if it weren’t for second chances by alasse (@alasse9)
When Buck doesn’t save Daniel, the Buckleys put him in foster care. Seventeen years later, Bobby meets a tall, lanky kid who can’t stop eating his pancakes at a church breakfast, and he gives him a phone number and an unconditional offer of help.
A story about how Buck finds a chosen family, and with a few twists and turns, eventually gets to the 118, meets Eddie Diaz, and maybe finds himself a second and a third (or, an Evan Nash story).
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Our story's been heartache and wonder by Tails89 (@tails89)
Fuck.
Buck scrubs a hand down his face. He’s got no idea what he’s supposed to do here.
He knows what his parents are like. He has his own childhood to draw from, and Isaac doesn't deserve that. He deserves to grow up surrounded by love, and if nothing else, Buck can give him that.
But Buck is also a twenty-six year old probationary firefighter, living in his girlfriend’s apartment while she travels the world. He’s not exactly in a position to look after a kid.
“Okay.” It comes out in a rush of air. “I’m gonna come get you."
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no one quite like you by hammersmiths (@henswilsons)
Hen has added +1 213 555 to Firehouse 118
Hen: This is Eddie!
Eddie: Hey everyone :)
Buck: Why would she add him to our private groupchat
Chimney: I’m literally sitting right next to you
or, Buck and Eddie’s progression through texts.
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Tighten Up by ok_thanks
It’s probably considered getting off on the wrong foot when you have sex with your coworker before they start their new job, right?
Buck would think it’s probably not a good thing, and definitely something that shouldn’t be repeated. Especially when he becomes best friends with them. That’d be particularly stupid.
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Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)
Eddie's PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.
Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.
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we were born with nothing by chromatophorica (@chromatophorica)
Until the 118, Evan had never had a family.
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Evan saves Daniel when he's a baby; he still manages to find his way to the 118, forging a family there despite being given up by his biological parents.
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I Didn't Know I Was Lonely 'Til I Saw Your Face by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania)
After the ladder truck and the blood clot and the tsunami, Bobby makes Buck go to therapy before he does something stupid(like sue the city). Buck's not totally comfortable being alone with a therapist, but fortunately he makes a friend and ally who's willing to help him out - Eddie Diaz from the 136 who's just been caught in an illegal fight club.
OR
Total strangers Buck and Eddie go to couple's therapy together to get out of the therapy requirements their captains have placed on them.
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i want your midnights by allyasavedtheday (@littlespoonevan)
Eddie grins. “Yeah I get that. So can I ask why you applied for the room? No offence but you’re not exactly the kind of candidate I expected.”
Buck laughs, ducking his head. That’s probably true.
“I, uh, I’ve been staying at my girlfriend’s place while she’s travelling but um, my sister moved to LA recently and sort of made the point that I could be overstaying my welcome? Or, well- actually she tried to tell me my girlfriend’s cheating on me and I need to get over it and move out of her place.” Buck shakes his head, eyes widening at what he just implied. “She’s not! Cheating, I mean. She’s just- trying to find herself after losing her mom. She just needs a little space, y’know?”
At least, that’s the excuse Buck’s giving Abby for why she hasn’t called him in over two weeks.
Eddie nods with a vague sort of expression on his face like he hadn’t expected him to overshare that much. Which, oops.
In which Eddie decides to rent out his spare room to help with mortgage repayments right around the time Buck decides to move out of Abby's place after some not so gentle prodding from Maddie. It's a coincidence. Or serendipity. Or maybe just really good timing.
*and of course we can't forget:
Those Two Firefighters by DarkFairytale
#thosetwofirefighters starts to gather a following on social media, as everyone tries to figure out if those two cute firefighters from the 118 in LA are a thing or not.
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clovenhoofedjester · 4 months
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so i find the whole "i hope barney is straight and marries a woman" thing really funny because i. Literally. gave him a girlfriend coincidentally just as those posts were popping up
this is my version of lauren. barneys (mostly steady) goth girlfriend. yap session and a no filter version of the art under the cut look at her face details boy
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lauren is a bi nb woman. modern day she wouldve identified as a bi lesbian
barney is a bi trans man who uses the term transsexual but he feels very connected to womanhood/sapphic experiences becaauuusseee
he and lauren started dating in early highschool before barney transitioned. they became official after his egg cracked but they were already smooching a lot before that. in his eyes he wasnt always a man and their experimentation was still sapphic to him up until he realized Oh God oh fuck I'm a guy
she helped him pick out his name
she is the only person allowed to call him by feminine terms/pet names because hes stealth. he finds it hot
[lauren w/ barney sitting in her lap] so where do you wanna go for dinner babygirl
[barneys head going completely blank] wgat
she takes him to raves all the time (hence the drawing) and he lowkey hated it at first because he would listen to like exclusively country, 70s classics and oldies but he tolerated it for his woman and now he kind of loves goth music and edm. she still doesnt like when he plays his tom jones cd over. and over. and over. but itsok. she loives him
she was pursuing a bachelor of science in computer science and a minor degree in electrical engineering when barney got the job at black mesa
the most hilarious thing about them and their relationship is that barney keeps fucking fumbling her. theyve broken up multiple times (half of those breakups were from highschool, but still) and all of barneys security guard buddies beat him up over it constantly
"jesus christ i miss her" "werent you the one to break it off this time, cal"
theyre mostly healthy asides from that though. a lot of it was understandable arguments and needing breaks because they are like This Close 🤞
i think barney started crushing on gordon while he wasnt dating lauren because the glasses/stem girly qualities made some wires cross in his brain
she said she was cool w him seeing other people during their break and was open to the idea of polyamory (based lauren she does read leftist theory) but he was still like. Oh my god im3cheating on her with a rattailed nerd im going to hell
the note about him getting her flowers was going to be a gift for her when he decided he was ready to go back to her ☹
but do not fret she survived the initial invasion and everything
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vaguely-yandere · 2 years
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bully darling,,,, <3
a bully darling with any type of subby yandere but i think the most interesting one would be the "secretly mean" yandere! mean yandere tries to, well, be mean and darling returns it ten fold, making the yan a giant blushing mess and it has them stuttering through their next sentence.
i think sensitive yandere would be the most satisfying tho... or a new subtype: discord mod yandere (but in a greasy lil gamer way, not a sexist asshole way) <3
eeee discord mod yandere (which i think is the most chronically online thing ive ever typed oml, i need to go out more) who shows up to things in 'cringe' clothes. cat ears, a tail, gaming tshirt, looking adorable while doing it and spending their time stalking bully darling in a very traditional "hiding behind the tree and hoping for the best" way yet it works somehow despite how much attention they draw towards themselves without meaning to. and, well, bully darling does eventually notice them and its pure hell/heaven for the yandere afterwards.
however, as cute discord mod (and riddler like) yandere is, i dont think theyd be the masochist bully darling needs.
CEO yandere however... rich, pretentious, arrogant, prideful... a perfect target for bully darling. or girly yandere (who fills the bff who is secretly in love with you role so so perfectly!!!)
just image bully yandere trying to bully CEO yandere before they even realize theyre talking to the CEO, calling them a perv when they go red in the face, making fun of their clothes, their hair, their shoes, maybe insulting their work and when someone walks up and called the yan by their proper title... bully darling thinks its the end of the world. they scurry away, waiting for their "FIRED" letter, already packing up their stuff when the yan's secretary comes up to them and tells them they're getting moved to the top floor by special request of the CEO
'im fucked. im doomed. this is my last moment on earth. my hubris has finally caught up with me.'
but darling does as theyre told and moves (luckily they were already packing their stuff up!) and instead of getting the scolding of their life when the CEO summons them to their office, they get a teary eyed puppy who, through sniffles, asks if darling actually thinks of them like that
what. the fuck!
and darling, very unwillingly, admits that no, their hair and clothes and shoes aren't stupid and they are actually very attractive and the way they do their work is fine, they were just having a hard day and wanted to take it out on someone else.
when they finally admit to that, the yandere takes a complete 180. "what happened?? is everything okay?? is there anything i can do? is someone bothering you? do you need a spa day or a day off? i can get you lunch if youre hungry! from anywhere you want! shipped from anywhere you want! you want clothes? new shoes? ill get them for you!"
just. bully yandere awkwardly accepting this ray of sunshine into their lives (and absolutely getting turned on when they see their yanderes angry side but only when its directed towards other people. the only time the yandere snapped at them without noticing, they spent a week being a kicked puppy about it)
and i KNOW CEO yan loves getting a bit of physical pain from their darling. a slap, maybe stepping on them with some nice shoes, making them kneel for hours under their desk, maybe a spanking or two but whats important about ceo yan is that they need kindness and praise to balance it out or else they get dominant. the bully provides the perfect balance by being a classic tsundere, giving them a few embarrassed compliments in private but plenty of punishment as well. calling them a fucking idiot one minute and then praising them for being such a perfect boss the second, their darling just drives them insane and bully darling just adores humiliating them which is absolutely a giant kink of the yandere. kneeling and getting their 1,000$ pants dirty just to shine darlings shoes (that dont even need shining. CEO darling would never allow their darling to have scuffed shoes) or maybe darling undermines them all the time (in a very consensual way) and humiliating them in front of clients, subordinates, service industry workers, random strangers, doesnt matter! everyone feels bad for the yandere at first until they see their flushed way, loving look and the way they hand on every single word the bully says. its not a healthy relationship by any means but god, is it p hot
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s0lar-ch3ri · 10 months
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ollie centric fic ideas because i love this child (spoilers for jrwi)
a lot will be comforting for me because yes (they may start angst but ye) but anyways first idea is ollie has undiagnosed adhd and has always had focus problems and during one of like the meetings for the riptide pirates theyre going over a plan and ollie is just freaking out silently because he genuinely is trying to hard to focus but nothings working and chip notices and comforts him on it
As they talked, Ollie couldn't find himself able to focus in. He tried fidgeting with his hands, blocking out other sounds, forcefully staring at any of them, but nothing worked. He'd always had problems with this type of thing, but this time he couldn't find a way to focus in and it scared him. He was shaking and trying to hold back tears. What if he missed something important and didn't know what to do? What if Chip got mad that he didn't listen? He just stood there, staring at the floor as the voices around him were simply a blur of noises saying things his brain refused to comprehend.
"Hey buddy, are you feeling okay?" Chip bent down and grabbed Ollie's shoulder's gently. Ollie tried to look at him, but instead just starred at Chip's shirt. He gave a slight head shake no and kept fidgeting. With a collective look, Jay and Gill went off and left Chip to comfort his son.
would probs also add other oneshots in it of adhd ollie being the greatness he is but onto the next one, which is after a night of just not being sleepy, pretzel finds him and they just play around
So this is what being on board a pirate ship is like. Having your dad's I-think boyfriend's pet frogtopus come hang out with you in the middle of the night. For whatever reason, Ollie just didn't feel the need to sleep. He hadn't stayed up, he just didn't want to. Here he was now, drawing in the crow's nest, looking at the moon.
Then he heard the purr. There wasn't any cats on deck, and he knew he didn't purr. When he looked up, right on the rails was Pretzel.
"Pretzel!? What are you doing up, Gillion may get worried..." Having been around her so much, everyone onboard could read her expressions well enough as though she was speaking to them. She gave Ollie the look of "I should be asking you".
"Okay, fair." Ollie continued on drawing. Pretzel climbed onto his shoulder and watched as he drew. As she climbed back down, Ollie shrugged, thinking she got tired and went back to bed. However, barely a minute later, she returned with a set of water proof markers neatly in a bag.
"ARE THOSE GILLION'S?! PRETZEL YOUR GONNA-" She lifted a tentacle to Oliver's mouth and started showing the different colors to him. While the shade names were off by one, together they worked to color the drawings he made.
yes hed carry markers around duh anyways next fic idea where ollie, being his aged up self, asks chip if he could try the bandana of disguise out
"Chip, I wanna try something..." Ollie had thought of the idea before, but never really knew when he should ask. While Ollie had gotten used to this taller adult form, he didn't enjoy it much still. It felt off putting at times and Oliver couldn't tell if he'd ever go back to being small.
"Yeah, what's up?" Chip was undisguised and the bandana fit well in his messy hair. He had a matching one that Chip bought him, but it wasn't magical like his. He didn't even realize until now that the old one was tied around his wrist.
"Could I maybe try something with your disguise bandana?" Chip, with only an eyebrow raise, took it off and handed it to him. "What prank you tryna pull my boy?" Chip had a cheeky grin on his face.
"No prank, just, um, seeing something." After a brief explanation, Ollie tried it out. He was a bit nervous, but he thought of the image he wanted to become. Within an instant, he went from looking down at Chip, to having to look up at Chip.
i do got more but i got homework to do so ill make more later
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cherryy-slushy · 10 months
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Okay so… I’ve got a new found love for moulin rouge and especially aaron tveit and an almost bigger love for Enemy’s to lovers and angst and smut...
So here we go: (Theyre just short little scenarios I made up so don’t expect much)
This is based on a request I got (their name was Sophie so that’s why it’s written as Sophie 😘 we’re name twins 🤭) also credits to Chat gbt for giving me a wee bit of help with this 💋
Line without a Hook
Aaron Tveit x OC! character (Sophie)
Warnings: SMUT, MAJOR MAJOR SMUT. Fighting, replacing people?
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Sophie and Aaron had been cast as the lead roles in Moulin Rouge on Broadway, but from the start, they couldn't stand each other. They argued over everything, from their lines to their dance moves. Their bickering was notorious among the cast and crew, and it was a miracle they managed to get through rehearsals without killing each other.
Sophie and Aaron were practicing a particularly passionate tango, and as they moved across the stage, their bodies pressed close together. Sophie could feel Aaron's breath on her neck, and she could sense the heat radiating off his body. Suddenly, she realized that the line between love and hate was very thin indeed.
From that moment on, their rehearsals took on a new energy. Their arguments turned into playful banter, and they began to find common ground in their performances. As they danced and sang together, their chemistry grew stronger, and the tension between them turned into something much more intense.
From that moment on, Sophie and Aaron were inseparable. They found themselves stealing kisses backstage, and their rehearsals became more heated than ever. And on opening night, as they performed their passionate tango, the audience could feel the intense chemistry between them.
Sophie and Aaron had gone from enemies to being in a situation-ship, and they couldn't be happier. They had found something special in each other, something that went beyond their roles on stage. And as they took their final bow, they knew that they had created something truly magical.
They were happy together. They loved each-other.
The shows started stirring up emotions in them. Sophie hoped Aaron felt the same. She felt as though she needed him. She had to have him. He was the same. He needed to feel himself inside of her.(sexxxxx 😵)
Thats when this happened:
The show started off at a good rate. Things were running smoothly, dancers were feeling fine, actors/ actresses were feeling fine. So why did Sophie have this feeling today wasnt going to be good?
She shrugged it off and got ready to go on for “The Sparkling diamond”.
The director wanted a small costume switch up so Sophie was given this new dress for tonight. It looked gorgeous on her. It was definitely going to draw attention. As she finished up her first song of the day she could feel a particular pair of eyes scouring her figure.
Aaron.
He was in awe of the dress. He loved it. Maybe a bit too much. It’s hugged her perfectly. It was more a corseted dress but still.
Ricky noticed Aaron face. He looked at him with his eyebrow slightly cocked trying not to break character, he was still on stage where the crowd could see him so.
Sophie looked over at where Aaron was sat. Confused about why he was staring at her so intensely. Fuck… did she have something on her face? Someone would have told her right? He was smiling a bit maybe he put something onto her chair or something before she came out. Oh fuck fuck fuck.
When the song ended she went over to Danny and asked if there was any marks on her face or her dress.
“Danny, there’s nothing on my face or my dress is there?”
Danny looked her up and down.
“Spin around real quick”
She spun around.
“Nope your good. Why?”, Danny said.
“Aaron was looking at me intensely it seemed like he did something to sabotage my performance”, she said with a sigh.
Danny laughed as he got ready for his line.
“My dear satine! The duke! He’s here and he wants a private meeting with you!” Danny said switching from himself to Zidler in a heartbeat.
We finished our scene and I went backstage for a quick change. As I got ready for my next scene I locked eyes with Aaron. We were just after doing a kissing scene, usually this is brushed off but today it was different. It had more feeling. I slightly smiled at him and he started walking over to me. Neither of us had to be on for nearly 10 minutes so we had time to relax. He walked over and stood in front of me.
Next thing I knew we were kissing. It happened out of nowhere but I’m not complaining…
He smiled at me and walked away.
What on Earth just happened.
The show continued on as normal and after I was stopped by Aaron as I walked out.
“Sophie, we need to talk”, I looked up at him.
“Wow you sound serious”, I half joked.
“I don’t hate you, Sophie”, he smiled.
“Oh, oh, oh, Ehm, oh wow”, I said staring at him shocked.
His face dropped.
“I don’t hate you entirely either”, I smiled slightly.
“Entirely?” He asked.
I laughed and after that things changed.
Aaron and I planned a date. And after that we started dating.
When I saw twitter went wild I mean it went WILD.
Life’s just full of surprises.
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I LOVE MOTHER 3 and i love the main three villain bads so i figured i might be using this blog mor. why not post a piece from a small while bacck. im probs doing better now but i dont think this sketch is SO Bad. i mainly did this one to practice eyes, a grueling task but it turned out that the interpreter's eyestyle is the one that began to stick to me. ill probably figure out how the hell to draw new fassad in the future... im stil learning...
some design(headcanon(?)) stuff id like to elab on for fassad:
fassad wears the vest n clothes hes known for when blending in with the villager,s, but when he is out doing more nasty work for master king p he uses a more army-fit uniform. i also like to think he has a cape similar to the colonels but capes and jetpacks dont go good together
big nose
i coulda probably made his horns bigger here. or maybe theyre better off a little smaller? big horns adds to the menace ngl
i didnt realize how many people DONT do the pigsnout hat button thing but apparently most?? i started doing it at some point and now it just feels right
chimera fassad no longer needs to appeal to the villagers because as far as they know he is missing, so being a chimera means he gets to go harder with the evil villain look. serpent-like robo eye included.
chimera fassad also has a more scruffy screwed up stache
hes a short fat fuck. that doesnt change much here
has a pretty feminine looking face. hes a magypsy. maybe he also still has magypsy habits? ionia says they need makeup to use psi so maybe fassasshole secretly wears some very hard to see lipstick
^^or maybe its more a thing about how the makeup makes them feel and the horns make him feel beautiful which is why he can use psi??? lore
thick bushy eyebrow(s) that look scary when hes mad just like the funny angry bird
and as a bonus, some headcans for ms interpreter:
has that 60s woman hair
overall mood: nerd
would do the anime glasses flash
the weird lamp thing on her head lights up and dims down depending on how tired she is and she is often a very tired robot
anyway, this art was actually a little while ago so im really just dropping it to dump a bunch of fassad/interpreter headcanons here. mother 3 is my favorite game. fassad is a super underrated villain for carrying the first five chapters and his dorky interpreter's design i always really found endearing. who knows??? maybe ill redraw?...
no one nose
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blogbooger · 1 year
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𝓞𝓾𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭l
Linked Universe Chain x Fem!Reader because i cant CHOOSE theyre all amazing Warnings⚠️Cursing| Injury |Slight Kissing and a little further but not a lot maybe to a kiss on the cheek or something very small- |Platonic Mostly |Fighting |depictions of death (monsters)
You Were out with the chain per usual as you were all out hiking to scout out monster camps as Hyrule mentioned seeing a few but they were White Lizalfos And Bokoblins so he would need a slight help to get rid of them, “So Hyrule where do you recall theese camps, if you remeber then please lead us,” Time Asks as you all begin to pack “they should be on the Far East of Satori mountain if I recall and another in the necluda region”, “Vey well We will be heading off Hurry and we shall be on our way..” Time spoke with that oddly comforting but Stern voice as per usual you were out back chatting with sky and wind “You think they are gonna be a challenge windy?, im sure someone as strong as a kid as you would have no trouble whatsoever,” He Smiled slightly at wind as the younger boy chimes in determination in his eyes as sky praised him “I swear you won’t even see them die I’ll be so quick!, and I’m super strong so you won’t have to worry!” wind chimed in “you two are so cute.. wind my boy I believe in you..” you ruffled his hair as he squirmed to get away as he let out a little laugh as you smiled and giggled|
⚠️ Depictions of violence and injury!
As you were close to camp being able to smell the stench radiating from it, you all began to draw out your weapons as you decided to Sit by for once not being bothered as they didn’t need 10 people for a measly camp you could give credit they were probably going to be more tricky but you knew the chain could easily handle them as always,”I think I’ll sit back this time ,just call me tho if you need Assistance and I’ll be there in a bolt,” “fair enough” as time did not think reason of furthering the conversation much more than that “Aww Y/n pleaseee!” Wind gave you those adorable ocean blue eyes you came to adore so much throughout time, “wind im sure we will be fine it’s not like they were gonna be gone calm down..” Twilight sighed as he began killing Some of the mobs as it were only 4 standing behind as legend and Warrior began making way over to the camp “we will be heading into battle as of now Y/n I will see you soon” “yeah see ya” warrior waved as wild and Hyrule were left “aren’t you two going to go fight ?” You chime as you feel a slightly awkward tension “oh yes? I will actually be heading as of of now” Hyrule got up as you watched on the slaughter as you heard Swords and metal clashing “you aren’t gonna go ,wild?” “No” “if anything’s wrong just know we are here for you link.., nobody will judge you, or would you not want to talk about it?..” as you grabbed his hand with yours rubbing your thumb over his palm “link.. Please say something.. I just want to help” you sighed as you saw him slightly pull away from the contact and hype realized and began removing your hand but he gripped your wrist as you noticed blood was rushing to his face as his cute little ears twitched slightly as he placed your hand on his chest “link?!? Are you okay!?” You noticed his breathing is shallow almost as if he isn’t breathing.. 1..2..3 wild looks up at you “y-you Make my h-Heart beat f-fast…” he looks away in shame as you gush and do your best to not kiss his forehead and hold him as you act cool and composed “Aww thank you link!” As you think Fuck it as you embrace him as your head in the crook of his neck in a passionate embrace before pulling away as you hear four call for you “y/n could I get a little help here!!??.” You rush over “coming!!” As he watches you run to four he feels slightly jealous as you and four fight so good combined as you give him that lovely smile you have as four turns slightly pink but quickly focused away from you “four watch out!” As one of the lizalfos had gotten too close hiding between other mobs as it was raising its thunder arrow as it shot off ,Shit shit! What the hell he can’t dodge it he would be paralysed for a little bit and you can take care of him and fight so many mobs off fuck fuck! You need help and Quickly!, “Four Duck!” He is a little late as time seems to slow as you just jump right onto four as you both tumble down the hill a little as you land on top of four “four four! Talk to me!” “Ughh.. what happened?..” You shake him a little “I’m so sorry! I pushed you because you had a shock arrow coming your way I’ll treat you don’t worry but sit somewhere you probably are gonna get a concussion or headache. If u you ok?” You squeeze him a little as his face grows a light pink “o-ok..” he sits behind a pretty secluded tree but one you could quickly reach if something came for him.
You Had Mostly defeated the monsters there were a few left as you kept looking back and forth at the chain to make sure everyone was ok as four was sitting behind the tree nearby you help pull him up to stand to sit with wild who was watching you intently “four sit with wild please so if something attacks you will both be safer “ok y/n t-thank you…” he says as he huffs crossing his arms as there’s a small hoard left 4 monsters actually 6 with 2 arrow guards as you walk up to the rest of the chain saying you can handle the rest “are you sure Y/n you could get seriously injured?” “Y/n hes right it would be kind of stupid tp fight 6 monsters at once Theese arent measly red bokoblins theyre White as the lizalfoz and the moblin…” you Think you wanna get a main character moment sine they all defeated ganon and you never did too much to help in combat as you would most of all take the less strong monsters but today you were Convinced “i Will be fine dont worry Vet And Old man i Will be Down you can just keep a close eye on me as i know if anything happens you would protect me…” you silently cheer inside your head as a barely noticeable pink flushes warrior face but he brushes it off quickly ,
“If you must insist Then.” As they began walking sitting by Four and the others just staring at you as you whip out a Chain Saw sword as you begin your slaughter as you crawl into a tree as ypu jump Down landing the chainsaw sword right in a moblins head as blood adormd your pretty face wow he would kiss you… wait what the hell did i just Think why am i thinking about y/n like this no i wont even see Them again after we defeat Dark link whats the point.. you grab your chainsaw sword as ypu spin in a circle anything coming close getting Cut in your Way as you Think to yourself im gonna be so fuckin dizzy after this worth it tho i hope i look cool.. as blood splattede on you as the monsters keep trying to get close as you cut a lizalfos chest wide open as you grab its Herat ripping it out from the poor creature as i Hisses and Screams for its Heart as you squish it with your hand the blood splashing on your clothes and face as you take the rest of the Hoard ripping a moblins guts out you begin walking over to the chain smiling as your covered in blood “what the bloody hell is with you today y/n…” “yeah you ripped out that lizalfosses heart out like it owed you jeez..” “oh well I mean I killed the hoard didn’t I?” You smile so brightly as your face is adorned in blood as it drips off you and the moblin guts in hand as you throw it against a tree moving at speeds to pieces it before it even moved an inch you think about why your so strange today you feel fuzzy and weird kinda?..”I don’t feel too good..” you slack behind as wind and sky approach you “you were quite psychotic there y/n you okay something on your mind?” “You were so cool y/n! You gave thoose monsters what they deserved!” Wind runs up to hug your waist as you pet his hair “thank you wind you sweet boy… oh and sky I’m actually not mad I just feel weird and fuzzy I also moved really fast before somehow ? Maybe some magic is messing with me? “ sky rubs his chin” maybe perhaps we will make hyrule look at it” wind and sky talking but it’s toned out as you feel lightheaded and weak as you stumble slightly almost falling into a lake “woah there you okay?, you seem sick..” sky catches you as he pulls you back into his chest as he feels your forehead “ your burning up rest when you get back okay if you need any help just call me and I’ll be there” as sky hold you close to his chest as he picks you up bridal style carrying you with wind trailing behind you “hey hyrule ? Could you look at Them when we get back i Think theyre sick theyre burnin up,” hyrule feels Your forehead “your right theyre sick, probably a cold” you were losing your grip on reality as you passed out as you just wanted to sleep and rest.
Hear commotion around you noting the Chain was arguing about something as you open your eyes as you notice wind is laying right beside you Holding your hand while sky is not much further away from you im guessing he brought you back after he carried you you notice most of the Chain is asleep except Wild Time and Four discussing something you gently grab skys sleeve and you whisper “hey sky you awake?..” he turns to you “ yeah i am dont worry you ok? You passed out on the Way back so i carried you” you smiled as you kissed him on the cheek lightly “thank you my hero,” you smirk and giggle as he stumbles on his words as you notice the other three staring at you “what ?” You notice Wild i staring at you like ypu were a chunk of delicious Meat, and you didnt like it.. “Please stop staring at me it’s unsettling..” four muttered sorry still slightly drowsy as you shoved him earlier, you pet winds hair feeling his defence slightly rise as his brain probably realizes it’s not any danger you frown at realizing he was 11 when he got the role of the hero shoved upon him as you pull him closer to you, you wanted to protect him from the world as you pulled him close to your chest, as you whispered “such a lovely boy.. get some rest you earned it..” as you felt him loosen his guard as you kiss his forehead smiling,before you drift to sleep yourself
The next morning you find wind still ik your embrace sleeping as you look over to sky WHO’s Also sleeping ypu realize its quite early as you try to get as you realize. Wind is gripping you quite tightly you decide you will just carry him you dont want to disturb him, you carry him so he can still sleep soundly as you wrap him up like a Rice Ball to make sure he isnt cold either as you walk over to time Legend and Wild who are up “morning..” ,”morning Y/N i see wind is quite fond of you now..”as time smiled at you “he sure is” legend chimed in “what are we doing today?” Any monster hunts?” “Not today as Four is sick and so are you i Saw you slightly tumble over here i know your trying to help but Fall back your sick..” Wild pats your shoulder before walking over to make breakfast not before snappin a secret pic of you ok his sheikah, he wondered how you would look with his chi- no no he cant Think like that..!, he rubs his temple as he berates himself for being so shameful, some of the others wake up wind is still sleeping so only 3 people are sleeping that being Twilight warrior and wind, as the rest greet eachother some of Them teasing you for being ‘winds new mother’ as you sit and wait for the others to wake up as today they are all resting to your relief , a little 20 minutes and wind starts to wake up rubbing his eyes as he immediately realize hes being held by you squeezing into you for comfort “thanks for letting me sleep!” As he gives that smile you love as much as you love this sweet boy, squeezing him in a tight hug “aww wind i love you so much you sweet boy!! Your enver escaping my embrace now!” As you laugh as he laughs trying to escape ypur constant affection as you realize most of the Chain is staring so you quiet Down as you set Down wind watching him run over to the others and talk you feel the sudden urge to scream out of nowhere as you feel like your being watched by something you turn to legend and time giving them a look as to ask if they feel it and they nod “we’re being watched from somewhere..” you whisper “I know I can feel it it’s malicious “. “Stay on guard don’t let the others know or they will go into slight panic and maybe scare away dink if he is watching us” “got it “ “understood”. •Dinks Thought bcz•. They never leave her alone they’re constantly around Y/n this is going to be hard but I know I will do this why is She so tense so suddenly., no did she notice ?.. no she coudlnt have. Im quite wel hidden even if she noticed me, wait. Shes staring right at me!•. You had Noticed his presence as you were staring right at him as the eye contact was not good you let out a Scream , as the whole Chain was alert to what would have cause you to scream thats when you tugged Legend and times sleeve as you darted your eyes up into the Dark forest ss they noticed him staring right at you do intently it could be boring through you “Everyone stay on guard dink is here!” “DONT LET DOWN YOUR GUARD UNDERSTOOD!” “As he aimmed right at dink he could of course sense it Miles away as he floated right behind you the Air change omnious ss you turned around with the most pretty red eyes you had seen but the circumstances and who it was was not good and you wanted to scream and run he grabbed you bridal style as he floated around with you as you kicked snd squirmed in his embrace uncomfortable and scared as HELL “what do you want.. 𝑳𝒊𝒏𝒌”. He chuckled as he moved his face closer to yours “𝒚𝒐𝒖 of course” his lips almost touching your own as you piller away slightly flustered but realizing you were about to be kidnapped was not very romantic or Nice at all- You looked at the Chain as if begging for help Wild looked furious so did Four and wind was angry and upset you wanted to hold the poor boy so much to shield him from everything he was shoved into the World too Young it was heartbreaking he was only 14 “my dear y/n you pique my intrest what is it you so desire? I can feel your desire tug the Air. Part 2 omw!
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Why did draxum let donnie (or galois now oh no) keep the mask? The only thing thats changed is the color but he still keeps the iconic brows and all that. Is it for comfort? Does draxum think he looks weird without it like a person who wears glasses suddenly not wearing them?? Do the brothers wear actual clothes in your fic unlike the show where theyre 80% naked 90% of the time???
Donnie is still wearing a purple mask at home! (or a durag or beanie or whatever floats his boat that day) The only reason I had him wear gray in his full Galois Battle Outfit is so it looked good with his cloak, lol. But everyone started drawing him in a gray mask and it just kind of stuck. Which is whatever. I've said that my favorite thing about getting fanart is seeing how people interpret it, and honestly there's a lot of symbolism in 'washing out' Donnie's color and forcing him into shades of gray. Just know that he is very much still our purple boy and chooses to dress in purple most of the time.
So funny thing. The reason why Draxum has Galois wear the same type of mask is because he doesn't want him being recognized on sight. He figured that the brothers all took their masks off at home (because normal people do that) and that Donnie's family was actually more used to seeing him bare-faced. Not to mention he's green-if every bit of skin is covered, most people wouldn't realize that he wasn't human until they stopped to count his fingers. So Draxum thought, on the off-chance that the fam (or someone else who knew them) saw Galois, they wouldn't know who he was and might not even realize he was a mutant.
And honestly, as stupid as it sounds, that should have worked. The only reason it didn't was because Mikey saw Donnie and just knew.
I don't think Draxum really explicitly told Galois to draw on the eyebrows, or even forced him to wear the mask. Galois just felt weird not covering his head. He knew that he used to draw on his eyebrows-Draxum wasn't going to bother actively suppressing those memories-so he just started doing it again. Draxum probably came in while he was doing it like "wtf???" But secretly glad because goddamn he didn't want to say anything but he looked fucking weird without them.
And yes, they absolutely do wear clothes more often. I know they run around half-naked to show us the audience their shells and reinforce that They Are Turtles, but I'm looking at it from a practical standpoint. They're in New York. Like, I've literally pulled up weather records for this fic and while New York is definitely more mild than Minneapolis, especially when it comes to winters, they still have winters. For much longer than one episode! It would be too cold for that nonsense for at least half the year. And they're not wearing shoes-in NEW YORK. BRO, isn't there broken glass on the ground?! Dirty needles?!! It's just fucking gross besides-and they live in the SEWER. All this doesn't even factor in their reptilian bodies-they're clearly not cold-blooded, but it's unknown how much the cold really affects them. Even in my fic where their bodies skew more humanlike and are built to withstand extreme conditions, the cold probably still isn't good or comfortable for them.
So yeah. For my sanity, they wear clothes more often. They can run around in booty shorts all they want in the summer. And Galois wears clothes almost all the time because 1) Draxum is raising him to be classy like that, and 2) he has scars he doesn't like looking at. Also Donnie is canonically a fashionista and Galois definitely inherited that. He and Cass 100% go (online) shopping together and do each other's makeup.
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Hello there friend! Requesting a Scar x reader who came from the DSMP and is first very suspicious of Scar because of how kind he is, and then they slowly ease around him until they realize that theyre in love with Scar. Reader, who is used to how things worked in the DSMP, starts keeping their distance from Scar which makes him very worried, and it leads to Scar having to confess to them
Emotional Isolation
Scar x Reader ▪︎ Romantic
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Word Count ▪︎ 901 words
Summary ▪︎ After you get overwhelmed by a realisation, Scar is there to help work it out.
Note ▪︎ I feel like this came together really well! I loved this request, and I could definitely draw this out more, but I feel like 900 words is hood for today. I hope you enjoy!
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It started when you had been on Hermitcraft for 2 seasons, having settled well in the new server after the abrupt end of season 8. Somewhere between the end of season 8 and the start of season 9, something had changed. When you talked to Scar, you just felt like your conversations were effortless and easy. You were never the most talkative, but with him you could speak for hours. It was hard to part from him, and every time you did you missed his company. It felt so easy to be around him, and you truly felt like you were healing from your past when you were with him. He was like a breath of fresh air compared to the last server you were on. Your thoughts never ran too far ahead when you talked to Scar, and you felt like you could truly relax.
It only took you a few weeks to realise what these feelings meant. Your heart racing like you were panicking, yet you felt safe in his presence. The blush that adorned your face every time he complimented you. You were in love with Scar.
You couldn't let yourself be that vulnerable, not now. He could hurt you, as much as you think he would never do that. It's happened over and over again, the minute you get comfortable or open up, you get stabbed in the back. You couldn't let that happen again. The only way to get rid of these feelings is to never see him again, you decided. It hurt to avoid him, but you figured it was for the best.
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Scar quickly noticed that you had been avoiding him. At first, he figured he had said something or done something that set you off, and made it his mission to apologise to you. Every time he got close enough for you to see him, you ran.
Eventually, he began to worry. You were never the type to avoid people, and you always said you preferred the strength in numbers versus being a loner. He asked around the server, and the only people who had seen you were Doc, for your checkups on your scars, and Xisuma, who you helped with admin work. The both of them told him that you left as soon as possible. The only course of action left, he decided, was to visit you at your home. He hadn't done it before in respect to your space, but now he was worried for your wellbeing.
Scar takes into the air with his elytra, flying in the direction of your base. He lands in a field near your base and decides to walk the rest of the way. As he walks down the path infront of your base, the door opens. You look out and lock eyes with him, but you don't try to close the door or run. He steps onto your porch, examining you for any injuries. Before he can even open his mouth to ask you if you're okay, or worry about you, you speak.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, clutching at the sleeves of an oversized cardigan. Scar recognised it, it was one of the few things you had when you switched servers. It had been stained blue across the yellow knitting, the faint remnants of the stain still there.
"It's okay, there's no need to apologise," he reassures, and you relax slightly at the words.
"Are you okay? You've been avoiding me, and Xisuma and Doc say you've been skittish. Is everything alright?" The tension in your body returns when the questions are asked.
"I'm okay, it's just," your voice cracks. "It's just that I've been tired lately." Your voice continues to waver, and when you step towards him you sway. Scar reaches out quickly to steady you, but you flinch back harshly at the movement. The two of you pause, tension hanging heavy in the air as Scar gapes at his hand as if he had hurt you. The look on his face and heavy atmosphere is what breaks the dam, and you begin to cry. He looks at you, and takes slow steps to your side. Scar brings you close to him, wrapping his arms around you and slowly bringing you both to the ground.
You continue to cry into Scar's shoulder, the man just running a soothing hand through your hair and whispering reassurances to you. One thing in particular catches your ear.
"I would never, and I mean never, hurt you. I wouldn't dream of it," he whispers as he hugs you, and it just makes you sob harder. You try to apologise, but he quickly shushes you.
"It's not your fault. It's hard to deal with feelings. I don't blame you at all. You were scared." It hit you all over again, the rush of happiness and slight nausea as you admitted it.
"I'm in love with you," you tell Scar. He freezes, before hugging you even tighter somehow.
"I love you too, darling. I could never not. You've had me hooked since day one, I have no idea how I lived without you," he confesses, and you smile. You both just sit there, still wrapped in each other's arms as you bask in the warmth from your bodies. It's safe in his arms, and it makes you never want to leave. I don't know how I ever lived without him, you think.
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