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veinsfullofstars · 3 months

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Precious babies - I’m sure nothing bad will ever happen to them.

(ID: Reference sheet for my Kirby OCs, Para Dee and Bow Dee. Visually, Para is a young Waddle Dee with light orange fur, a pale beige face, peach cheek blush, brown eyes, and yellow feet. He wears large round glasses taped on the sides of his head and a green-and-brown plaid bowtie, and there is a little curl of fur swooping up from his forehead. Bow is a smaller Waddle Dee with red-orange fur, a beige face, pink cheek blush, big black eyebrows, brown eyes with a hint of sea-foam blue on the bottom, and gold-yellow feet. She wears a large navy-blue bow on the back of her head, the ribbon rimmed in pale-blue and wrapped around her head in the style of Kirby’s Fighter headband. Additional information below the cut. END ID.)

Just their kid versions at the moment, but there might be teen and adult refs for them in the future depending on how much story stuff I get around to showcasing. I got a couple other characters in mind for the Childhood Friends AU as well, but they’re still deep in concept stages, so no refs for them yet, haha. Also, if you guys want refs for young Dedede and Meta, lemme know.

UPDATE 03/11/24: Added shadows to bottom of the kids' feet.

Sketch started some time in 11/23, render started 12/13/23, finished 12/20/23. NOTE: This was originally posted on my deleted account on 01/08/24.

(OC info updated as of 04/24/24)

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Some facts about Para Dee:

-His name is just a shortened version of “Parasol Waddle Dee” - in addition to reflecting his Copy Ability, he has yet to find another name that he feels fits him better, so he keeps it as a nickname for much of his childhood and beyond.

-He is around DDD and Meta’s age, and a little older than Bow.

-He is the middle child in a pretty big family. While he cares for them all very dearly, being crammed in a veritable mosh pit of siblings gets to be a bit much for him sometimes. He hangs out with DDD and co. partially to get away for a while, partially because he was probably going to get roped in with them anyway.

-He shares a deep love of books and learning with Meta, though his interests lean more towards math and science, with space being perhaps his biggest hyperfixation. Seriously, this lad can go on about nebulae and quantum mechanics for hours if you let him.

-Para has an unfortunate habit of “Um, actually”-ing people about topics he knows (or thinks he knows) well, annoying his friends at best and making him an easy target for local bullies at worse…

-Unlike his friends, Para is not a very active or adventurous soul. He is easily startled, chronically un-athletic, and unlikely to harm a fly let alone another person. He much prefers quieter activities like reading and stargazing, especially from the comfort of his own home. The only physical activity he actually enjoys is rollerskating, though all he does is leisurely roll around while watching the others fail at doing cool tricks.

-Though reluctant about most things, Para is especially afraid of heights. Even being slightly up off the ground has him scrambling to cling to the nearest solid object (usually DDD, who has probably picked him up, possibly with the intent to throw).

-While his friends go on about their lofty goals of being kings and knights, Para’s ambitions are relatively lax. He’d like to go to university off-world to study rocket science when he’s older, maybe even learn to build them one day, but that’s about as big as his dreams get, and even those could be narrowed down further to just seeing a real interstellar starship in person. Sometimes, he imagines flying through space on one, seeing all those stars he loves so much up close and personal, even if the idea of being up that high makes his little heart stutter in his chest…

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Some facts about Bow Dee:

-She is named, unsurprisingly, for the bow on her head, which she has been wearing since she was a baby and practically refuses to remove without a lot of coaxing (stars help anyone who tries to take it off by force). She keeps both the name and the bow for much of her childhood, though she might not keep them (or her pronouns) forever…

-She is the baby of the group (a year or two younger than DDD, Meta, and Para).

-She comes from a relatively small family, taken care of by her two (extremely cool) moms and an older brother who is often away at school or out with his friends (usually to get away from his "obnoxious baby sister"). As a result, she is on her own more than she cares to be - hence why she follows DDD and his friends around like an overeager puppy all the time.

-She thinks Meta is the coolest person ever from the moment she meets him. She hovers around him constantly whenever the gang is together (much to his slight annoyance), sometimes even mimicking his poses and gestures without meaning to (usually while Meta is mimicking DDD the same way).

-Bow was born with a Copy Ability atypical for Waddle Dees, that being Water. At this point in her life, the most she can do is manifest bubbles at will and maybe manipulate small puddles if she focuses hard enough. Though sometimes, in moments of high emotion, she can summon powerful jets of water from nearby rivers, lakes, or even pipes beneath the ground (something that has definitely gotten her into trouble more than once). She will get the hang of her powers with enough time and practice, especially as her interests in oceans, sea life, and sailing grow over time…

-Bow finds it hard to sit still and loses focus easily if she’s not already invested in something (much to her teachers’ frustration). But when she is invested in a task, she will go all in on it until either her energy wears out or something else grabs her attention.

-Bow loves sports and most outdoor activities, constantly bouncing between favorites (though she probably loves swimming and surfing the most) and getting super competitive when teams are involved (much to DDD and Meta’s delight, and Para’s dismay).

-On that note, she is the only one of the four who has ever successfully landed a kickflip without getting hurt (at least after the first time).

-Bow - who often forgets that she is the smallest person in the room - will challenge anything to a fight if it makes her angry enough. Literally, she will look a feral Gigant Edge directly in the helmet and put up her little fists like she has any chance at winning. The only exception to this is bugs - she will perish before letting a bug anywhere near here (something DDD never lets her live down).

-If she had a mouth, she would bite.

#veins art #veins ocs #kirby series #kirby #original character #oc #kirby oc #para dee #bow dee #AU #childhood friends au #reference sheet #character reference #veinsfullofstars

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hpoxfordprogram · 2 years

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A Helluva Good Time

~by Brendan Coyne

Throughout my time participating in the Oxford Program I had an astounding amount of learning experiences both inside and outside of the classroom. I could never have imagined that I’d get the opportunity to learn and interact with so many cultures and people in my life. These experiences taught me so much and I believed that I’ve come out of this program a more wise and mature person. Some of my favorite parts of these globally engaged experiences were getting to eat traditional and local cuisine, making new friends both in and out of our travel group, and being blown away by such beautiful cultural and historic sites.

Getting into it let’s start with a wonderful globally engaged experience I had during the travel portion. While the travel portion is amazing, one of its caveats is how structured our schedule is. From concerts to museums to check-ins and check-outs we are on a very tight schedule. Within this restriction though, we found ways to maximize our free time to visit beautiful historic and natural sites that we weren’t in the itinerary and find wonderful restaurants through recommendations. For specifically the restaurants, they often felt like a treasure hunt because on most occasions they took a lot of time and effort to get to, but the treasure was always delicious. One of these occasions that sticks in my mind the most is from when we were in Rome. We had received a recommendation from our Italian professor from her friend, a Rome native. All we got was a name so we plugged it in our maps and went on our way. Rome’s public transport system was our first hurdle and the heat made it even worse. Our last bus even stopped in the middle of its route for some reason, and we had to walk the rest of the way. Instead of the big city we were now walking through a residential area with kids playing soccer and people buying groceries. Luckily along the way we found an adorable, fluffy white dog that we politely asked to pet and were allowed to. Once we got there we were exhausted and we just wanted to eat. The restaurant seemed very local, like a “mom & pop” style place, and we were not met with very much enthusiasm. After we were seated, it naturally it took a while for us to finally order and get our food because European service is much slower and more lax compared to the States. We all had to order in Italian too because the waiters and waitresses barely spoke any English. After all the trials and tribulations, when I finally put a fork-full of spaghetti carbonate in my mouth and took a sip of my white wine, it was worth it. Both were incredible, like an oasis after an hour of dredging through the desert. Unsurprisingly, everybody else enjoyed their meal as well and we all said “grazie” when we left to show our gratitude and appreciation. Through this experience I was humbled and learned the importance of politeness and respect for the customs and language of other cultures. When we entered the restaurant, I immediately lowered my tone and opened up my Google Translate app to read the menu and learn how to say what I wanted to order. To this day, it was one of the best meals I ever had.

Next I’ll go over a great experience I had during the Oxford portion. One of the greatest aspects of the Oxford part of the program is that you do not have class on Friday, which gives you the opportunity to plan and go on weekend or day trips to travel around the U.K. or fly to a country or city you may not have had the chance to visit during the travel portion. On one of these trips, a couple of friends and I went to visit Cardiff, the capitol of Wales. The train ride there was like any other going through the countryside of the U.K., that being very pleasant. Once we got to Cardiff we first went a pub for lunch, where we learned an interesting little tidbit about the Welsh vernacular. When the Welsh are referring to what Americans and other English speakers would call a pickle, they call it a “gherkin.” We got to visit the Cardiff Castle and courtyard and Bute Park right beside it which were magnificent and beautiful respectively. After that, we decided to take a detour to Cardiff Bay to see if there was anything fun to do there. Much to our surprise, when we got out of the taxi we laid our eyes upon a fair. This fair had everything you’d expect prize games, small-scale thrill rides, a fun house, and a Ferris wheel to top it all of. We had such a great time trying out all of the fun activities. It was a really great thing to see that even though this program allows you to see so many different things throughout the ridiculous amount of unique places, there are still so many similarities so that you can feel a little bit at home even when you’re so far away.

If you are considering taking on this program in a future summer, which I strongly recommend to everyone capable of doing so, here are some small tips that might prove helpful. First, is to know about and get comfortable with public transportation as fast as possible either before or at the very beginning of the travel portion as that is how you’ll likely be getting from place to place. Second, is to try and plan for free days and weekend trips as far in advance as possible, the price and availability of travel tickets and event/site tickets both skyrocket and plummet respectively the longer you wait. Thirdly, I’d recommend you order or have a credit card that works broad, typically Visa or Mastercard, because many other cards that would normally work fine in the U.S. do not work at many places abroad, and it’s also a good idea to find a bank or currency exchange location with a low fee for places that only except their local currency in cash for payments. And lastly, if it was not obvious in the previous stories, EXPLORE! while staying safe of course. So many of my favorite moments of this program occurred in places I never would have expected.

#gthonors #gtoxford2022 #gtoxfordprogram #gojackets #oxford2022 #georgiatech

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nctsworld · 3 years

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completely floored

✩ jeno x reader | best friends to lovers | fluff | smut | 1.5k

SUMMARY | who knew gaming on the floor like you two used to could change everything between you and your best friend? WARNINGS | smut, floor s*x, oral s*x (m receiving) RATING | mature PROMPT | staring at each other’s lips for a moment before giving in REQ BY | anonymous

AUTHOR’S NOTE | bless up for the boring jalapeno teasers to give me inspo and i’ve been wanting to write jeno for a long time so hehe i also haven’t played uno in forever sorry if there’s anything off

In Jeno’s basement rental suite, you two are sitting comfortably near each other on his carpeted floor, playing Halo together with your backs leaning against his worn-down sofa.

“You doing okay?” Jeno asks with care, glancing over at your side of the TV screen where you’re blatantly struggling to stay alive from the onslaught of enemies. His gaze then falls on you for a second.

“Yep, doing great,” you singsong, sarcasm laced in your tone. He catches sight of you sticking out your tongue in frustration.

Jeno’s not sure why the expression from you comes off more cute to him than usual. He smiles to himself in amusement and turns his attention back to the game.

It’s been about six months since you’ve last hung out one on one with him. Third year of university has been busy for both of you, but you’ve managed to find some free time now that finals were finally over this semester.

And it feels exactly like old times from high school when you two used to sit on the floor at his parents’ house, gaming until the sun rose.

But things have definitely changed since then.

Like how gorgeous Jeno has gotten.

When you unsurprisingly die and have to wait to respawn until Jeno plows through the current batch of enemies, you waste your time in noticing his chiseled jaw line, the sexiness in his confident grin, and the raw attractiveness that exudes from him.

You shake your thoughts away, attributing them to how you probably just missed hanging out with him, along with the fact that you’ve been single for way too long.

After a couple more rounds of Halo, Uno replaces it as the next game of choice. Still on the floor, you’re now facing each other. About a few feet apart from you, Jeno has a leg pulled nearby to his chest, his arm resting on his raised knee. On the flipside, you’re sitting with lax legs bent onto their sides, parallel to the carpet.

The early rounds of Uno are peaceful, but as it progresses, playful competitiveness emerges. The game shifts drastically when Jeno suddenly plays a handful of draw four cards.

Your jaw swings open, shocked that he held onto so many for so long, and you complain about the unfairness of the situation. Smugly, Jeno shrugs and retorts back that’s simply how the game works.

Twisting your mouth to one side and squinting your eyes, you then drop your cards in a teasing state of anger and launch yourself towards him. Your best friend merely laughs as you attempt to punch him in the arm.

However, things take an unexpected turn. You lose balance and accidentally topple him down towards the carpet, your chest pressing atop of his.

Your faces are inches apart from one another. You’re both heavily breathing, practically inhaling the other’s air.

Each parties’ eyes flickers towards the other’s lips. Your gaze lingers longer than it should and you reprimand yourself because this is your best friend—your drop, dead gorgeous best friend who is looking at your lips with the same craving.

Chest to chest, your hearts race together, pounding against the other almost in sync. Carefully, with a gulp, Jeno gently palms your cheek. Your eyelids flutter to a close.

Lips meet and collide, and you lay your hands on the planes of his chest. You’ve always felt safe around Jeno, but you’ve never felt more safe with him than like this.

Soon enough, the kissing escalates, transforming into ones that drip of neediness and burning desire. Your touches dig deeper into each other. Throughout it, your shirt is thrown aside and you quickly attach yourself back onto him to help him rid of his layers.

Marking his body with a trail of hot kisses, you slowly make your descent towards his significantly hard desire. Seeing him shirtless is nothing new, but now that you have him up-close and all to yourself, you traverse his beauty without hurry.

Peeking up at him when you reach his abs, you see him looking right back with an intent, ravenous stare. Because you’re not used to it, you feel a tingle in your cheeks and brush some hair behind your ear as you continue your trek.

Once at your destination, you strip him of his jeans and brief-boxers. Gasping silently at the sight, his sizable cock springs out and slaps against his stomach. You lick your lips, wanting his length immediately in your mouth. Instead, you restrain yourself and leave feathery kisses upon it.

Jeno sighs at the minimal sensation, his erection twitching in yearning for more. His sighs melt, replaced by sharp gasps and the ruffling of eyebrows as you devour him whole. For what you can’t engulf with your mouth, you pump with your hand.

“God...” he pants, eyeing you closely with with his hands behind his head, bare arms flexing delectably. Saliva begins to pool around his base as you suck endlessly. He peels a hand away and runs his fingers through your hair. “You’re so beautiful.”

Coming up for air, you chuckle as you stroke him steadily. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked you off.”

“No.” Jeno strongly disagrees, a stern glimmer obvious in his eye. Shaking his head, he rises onto his forearms and leans in right up to your face.

Your best friend whispers the following into your mouth as he rubs his thumb tenderly over your cheek—

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful.”

Another kiss, but this time, lips are crashing fiercely, like it’s the last time you’d ever kiss anybody. Jeno caresses your upper body and similarly, your hand continues to squeeze and jerk him off. Impatiently, you stand to hurriedly remove your bra and tug your bottoms off.

Jeno’s tongue drags along his lower jaw when you rush to your purse to grab a condom; he watches attentively at the perfect view of your ass.

You scuttle back and ease the rubber onto him, and within seconds, you’re sitting on his length. Once he’s completely inside, an acute throaty moan pierces the room and your head cranes back. You’ve never had anyone fill you up so full before, and yet, it doesn’t take much time to acclimatize to his girth.

Riding him, you bounce relentlessly with your weight on your knees and your hands graze his upper frame. You’re gone, blinded by ecstasy, but Jeno’s hazy look doesn’t stray from you.

His pretty fingers glide upward over your stomach, then over your breasts. At first, he thumbs your nipples to play with you prior to kneading them hungrily in their entirety.

Without warning, Jeno seizes your back with one hand and brings himself up, snatching your breasts into his mouth.

“Fuck, Jeno,” you exhale in pleasure, sinking your nails into his flexed back and shoulders. “What are we doing?”

“Do you wanna stop?” he asks between the snug puckering of his lips around your nubs.

“No, no,” you immediately reply, shaking your head profusely. “You feel too fucking good...”

When he’s finished loving your breasts, you gesture for him to lean back down during a kiss. Like before when you fell on him in the beginning, your chests are glued together again, this time now sans clothes.

Your lips maneuver over to his neck, attacking him with kisses, and you fuck him with the your ass jutting out. The wet slaps of your sexes intermingling, Jeno’s panting, and your whines penetrate your surroundings.

“I’m close, I’m close...” he says, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in timing for what’s about to happen.

Dragging yourself away from his neck, you kiss him fervently while you fasten your pace. He moans into your mouth as he unravels, his sweaty palms relaxing against your perspired back. You follow right after, practically reaching your peaks together.

After a few moments, you roll off and lay beside him. Both of you pant towards the ceiling in disbelief. The disbelief that runs through you is immersed with an underlying fear.

“Maybe I should get going...” you say unsurely, sitting up and looking at your clothes at the other side of the floor.

Just because you’ve had sex with him, it doesn’t mean Jeno still isn’t your best friend, nor does it rid of the fact that he knows your change of emotions like the back of his hand. He sits up too, warmly wraps an arm around your shoulder, and kisses the top of your nude arm.

“How about one more game?” he mumbles into your skin.

“Which game?” you whisper curiously.

One more peck, this time on your cheek.

“The game called Stay the Night.”

Your head turns to face him, gazes converging. He flashes you his saccharine smile, his eyes following suit and smiling as well.

“Can’t play it without you, but only if you want to.” He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, causing you to giggle. “What do you say?”

You get lost in his eyes, realizing that maybe you’ve always had something for Jeno, whether you were conscious of it or not.

Despite it all, you know your feelings aren’t unrequited. They can’t be, not with the way he’s looking at you as if you’re his entire world right now.

In response to his proposition, you lean in for another kiss. It’s definitely not the last kiss you give him tonight.

Not by a long shot.

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fluorescent-fungus · 2 years

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Xiao x child!reader Pt 2

Masterlist

Tw/cw: -

Being constantly on the move and keeping watch over Liyue, food was always the least of his concerns. So he just kinda forgets that humans need to eat fairly frequently to y'know... not die? But now that a loud grumbling noise followed him everywhere (it wasn't his), it was something he'd probably needed to start worrying about.

“Make it stop,” he seethed. Clearly tummy growls have the ability to mess with his peace of mind.

You blinked at him innocently, before sticking a finger in each of your cheeks, puffing them up with air and making chewing noises.

“How are you still hungry?”

“What did you expect? I've been eating Qingxin for two days! I wAnt mEat!”

“Mortal food takes too long to prepare.”

“Hmph!”

“Besides, they're good for digestion,” he retorted, gnawing on a bud.

Damn right they were.

Qingxin—this unsurprisingly potent laxative. They're as bitter as they sound, but being stuck in this eat-or-starve situation, you didn't really have much of a choice... So naturally, you'd have one hell of a time behind the bushes.

“Noo– Wait! I'm not done! Don't look, I'm telling you! No- Face back!”

“Then hurry up! Why do humans poop so much? No... Why everyday?”

“Do adepti ever poop?” you mumbled, promptly cleaning up your mess and giving Xiao the judgemental side eye before trudging ahead of him.

This goes on for some time until Cloud Retainer accidentally finds him trying to stuff mountain herbs into your cheeks and she goes xiAo nO-

Turns out all it took was a good lecture about proper nutrition for him to finally give in. After all, his job was to protect humans, and he certainly wasn't going to risk accidentally murdering one now. He could already picture Rex Lapis shaking his head in disapproval.

"Fine, we'll have fish tomorrow.”

It was the best thing you'd heard in days.

Anyways, having tagged along during his usual patrols around the area for some time now, you quickly noticed that his words never seemed to match his actions. It confused you at times, but it was incredibly amusing for you to watch him fumble about.

You once ripped out a few strands of his hair out of pure mischief. Naturally, it earned you a firm whack on the head and a good scolding. It hurt. A lot. (he was holding back immensely but sometimes it's hard to when you're this annoying)

Guilt soon washed over him as you choked back a sob, rubbing away at the bruised spot.

You deserved it. You definitely did. But what came after was definitely worth the growing bump on your head because you eventually caught him crouching behind a tree muttering something under his breath and cursing at himself.

Hmm, interesting...

Being an adeptus and all, he would notice your presence immediately and vanish with a gruff for a few hours, presumably to find a better brooding spot.

Whatever that went through that skull of his, you hadn't the faintest idea. No matter. At least he was willing to stick around.

But of course, he somehow always came back.

You eyed him cautiously as he emerged out of a random thicket with dinner in hand (a peace offering maybe?), and some smelly ointment for your head bump.

“Eat,” he ordered, dropping a slab of meat in your open palms.

You picked it up, examining it thoroughly. Raw juice squirted out obscenely as you poked and prodded at the piece of meat.

“It's raw," you added, crinkling your nose in disgust.

For him, hunting wasn't the issue, cooking was. It was as he put it, 'time consuming' and 'pointless'.

“It's meat. You said you wanted meat.”

You heaved in a breath, dangling the piece of meat in his face. “Cooked! I didn’t think I needed to specify that. Cooking kills worms... even I know that! Besides, didn't big bird lady tell you that?”

He narrowed his eyes at you. “Eat. Or go without dinner.”

“But it's... raw.”

A Qingxin diet seemed more appealing now.

Nevermind... There was no time to be picky. Plus, you were too hungry to argue.

How bad could it be?

Sighing, you clamped your eyes shut, ready to take a chunky bite out of it.

He snatched it away.

“What are you—”

“We'll grill it,” he sighed.

“I thought you said—”

“I changed my mind. Stay here. I'll find something to start a fire.”

And with that, he leapt out of your sight once more, leaving you at a loss for words. Man. Were all adepti like this?

#oli tries to write stuff #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact xiao x reader #xiao x reader #xiao x child!reader

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utilitycaster · 3 years

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I fully agree with your Jester Growth Opinions and unsurprisingly I'm very interested in hearing about your thoughts on Jester and Essek as narrative foils

Sure! Honestly I feel someone, and I think it may have been you, made the point that Jester's morality is "you can be evil as long as you're not evil to me/consequences don't really matter as long as our friends are okay" and Essek's episode 97-99 morality was like "I'm not...not evil yet, per se, but I feel terrible about being evil to you" which is what got me thinking about their characters more generally. It's definitely less pronounced and very different from the Caleb and Essek parallels - it's a lot more complementary than the same, I guess?

Anyway, they're both initially very much defined by two things, for me: a pretty lax attitude towards the consequences of their fairly self-interested actions (in Jester's case, it's much more a pampered only child behavior, vs. Essek's outright selfishness), and very, very deep need to appear as though they know what's going on and having the situation under control

It's funny because I think most people's obvious reference for "character who wants you to think it's all under control" is often, well, kind of cold, remote, and arrogant like our first impressions of Essek . Jester is a pretty unique portrayal of like, the popular girl who is in way over her head, because usually stories about that archetype either focus one very specific and somewhat external reason why she's in over her head and don't really explore the character beyond that (think like, after school specials) or else they make her extremely bitchy. You rarely get that portrayal in which she's sweet and nice because she's equally terrified of being a disappointment and being disappointed, and also she's just genuinely friendly, even though it feels very real.

It's also funny because despite that shared attitude of "I will do things I deem important to me and not really think through the consequences for anyone outside my small circle, if that" (which in Jester's case is still usually, well, chaotic but morally pretty neutral at worst vs. Essek providing his country an excuse to bring low-level hostilities to a flash point), both have this very real attitude of "only I can [spread the word of the traveler properly/handle the true powers of the Luxon]", like, there is one consequence they do care about and don't trust anyone else to bring about properly, but it's only one.

In the end we see Jester's priorities shift and facade fall away in real-time, and she gets a pretty clear priority shift in the form of "okay you've found your dad and it turns out your god does not want his word spread at all, so uh...what do you, Jester Lavorre, actually want to do" but we kind of only get the jump for Essek from "I feel terrible about hurting my friends" to "if it is important to you than it is important to me" (vs. Jester who I think truly internalizes that sense of responsibility - she doesn't need it to be important to others to be important to her) and we don't really find out what his new goals may be other than Normal Wizard Curiosity. On the other hand, Essek's facade is sort of just ripped off in episode 97. Jester and Essek are great to contrast because first, Jester starts off in a much different place morally (and in terms of power), and second, Essek, sort of by default as an NPC, doesn't get quite the same agency and development and so he speedruns half of it against his will, and is still in the middle of the other half.

(fwiw I also think this is why it makes sense they end up with people with respectively similar attitudes towards The Facade - you need someone who can recognize it- but who start the story already extremely focused on consequences and end up sort of meeting said people in the middle)

#critical role #jester lavorre #essek thelyss #this is way less coherent than the jester herself post but I did take out some weird digressions

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9tzuyu · 3 years

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dissolve (rewrite)

natasha x reader

note: this was just a huge vent fic idk. these type of fics seem to be the only thing im okay at writing. mistakes are mine as always. but i did proofread, yay!

if you want to read the original (as awful as it is) you can read it here!

wanrings: this heavily revolves around eating disorders.

i’m not tagging anyone because the content isn’t really the lightest to read.

words are used everyday, everywhere – whether to describe something or someone. there’s thousands upon thousands of them.

so you were having a hard time figuring out why you were struggling so much to justify your feelings through the basis of words. it was unnerving, draining and very annoying. your emotions should be simple, right? you were either sad or happy, angry or scared. but there was something more, something unexplainable. saying you felt alone only scratched the surface of the wave of emotion that took over. it was excruciatingly painful, far worse than any physical pain you ever had to endure. and for some reason it seemed to come crashing down at night while natasha slept peacefully. you weren't exactly sure how to express your emotions to the extent you felt them. how else was anyone supposed to understand your pain? they couldn't, not unless they could somehow shift into your body and feel your emotions themselves. but that was merely impossible as such powers do not exist. so you were inevitably stuck with words foreign to your lips. over the years you were deemed unsafe, a hazard, "an accident waiting to happen" you recall one doctor say. everyone’s eyes were on you at all times, monitoring every little movement you made. it was suffocating and at times doing more damage than good.

as an adult now you learned how freeing it could be without the fear of gaining weight or eating a bowl full of rainbow marshmallow cereal. your worth was not defined by your weight.

(at least that's what you believed prior to any relapses.) everything was going well in your life. you were a college graduate working as a psychiatric nurse and you had found love, something your teenage self could only dream of. natasha was by your side through everything. and really, the only downfall in the relationship was that she had to travel a lot for her job. but you were secure enough in your relationship not to worry or decide to call things off. in the end natasha always made up for it when she came back, so you couldn't complain too much. things were going well for you, really, they were. until they weren't. (and you didn't know why.) it happened out of nowhere. work was a little more stressful than usual, but it was nothing you couldn't handle. natasha had been away for three months, only stopping by a few times to check in on you. but again, your wife being away for so long wasn't anything new or worrisome. the two of you had followed the routine of her leaving and coming back more than a thousand times; yet somewhere along the way you lost yourself. food became less of a priority, your hunger decreased drastically, and within the first month you'd lost thirteen pounds. it truly was an accident, slipping into a full blown relapse was never part of the plan. but thirteen pounds lighter you wanted more, to feel small again. you didn't have an answer as to why you became so attached to your eating disorder, but it didn't seem like it would be letting go any time soon. the rate at which you were going natasha would most definitely be able to see a difference; not only on your weight, but in the person you once were. she'd ask what happened and why it happened, poking and prodding for an answer, but you didn't have one. so here you stood in the kitchen of your shared home, a cup of sliced fruit in one hand and your cell phone in the other. you poured the fruit into the bottom of a blender along with a spoonful of yogurt and half a cup of soy milk. another half cup of ice followed suit. while the fruit blended, you shamelessly scrolled through your instagram. there was nothing interesting going on in other people's lives, you didn't even know why you had social media in the first place. it was dumb, and quite frankly you didn't give a shit whether or not sharon went to the beach. the sound of your blender coming to a halt brought your attention back to the real world. you poured your smoothie into your water bottle. the green liquid would be your breakfast and lunch for the day - dinner was still up for debate. a soft sigh left your lips. work was beginning to feel more like a chore and less of something you enjoyed. you were quickly growing tired of it. nonetheless, you grabbed your keys and rushed out of the door.

you thought about the irony of working as a psychiatric nurse with an undealt eating disorder telling teenagers how to deal with their own issues. you felt hypocritical to say the least, especially given that all the nasty side effects were starting to make themselves known.

your hair was beginning to thin, small clumps of it already starting to fall out when you tugged a little too hard. bruises could be seen scattered left and right on your body, and you were cold. god you were cold. your fingernails were tinted blue, warmth seemingly too far out of reach. you looked ill, and it didn't go unnoticed by your coworkers.

a few hours into your shift you found yourself sitting behind the nurses station filling out paperwork. lunch had passed and when your coworker, steve, asked if you were going to eat something you lied straight through your teeth, telling him you'd grab something when the patients were eating dinner.

but steve rogers could read you like an open book. he knew you were lying because he already knew what was going on. the signs of an eating disorder were quite obvious when you were a licensed therapist. and despite your futile attempts at hiding it, everyone could tell something wasn't right.

steve played it by ear for weeks until he contacted natasha, but by then you'd already lost a considerable amount of weight. as soon as she heard the news, natasha booked the next flight home. unfortunately for her though, there was only one flight and she would have to wait two and a half weeks before being able to leave.

you didn't know it, but those were the longest two and a half weeks natasha ever had to wait.

– patients were having group therapy, so you could tune them out - not that you should, but it was hard to focus when the only two things you could think about were food and your weight.

the need to lose weight sounded so stereotypical for someone with an eating disorder, but honestly it wasn't about that. it was never about wanting to be thin. you genuinely didn't know why this was happening. the only thing you noticed was how rewarding it felt seeing the number go down, as if for you were good for becoming less. it was addictive. and it didn't help that you based your entire worth on how much you could lose.

the next time you stood up from behind the nurses station steve met you in the the cafeteria. while the patients ate you took occasional sips from your smoothie. the bottle was still full of its contents from the morning. you had completely forgotten to drink it during the day, but you didn't seem to mind it that much.

the surprise touch of steve's hand on your shoulder startled you.

i am gross, you thought. do not do that.

steve caught onto the slight flinch your body produced as a reflex, but he didn't say anything about it.

"you can leave early, boss said so."

he laughed as he saw confusion plaster your face.

"what? no!"

"go home, seriously. we have this handled. you know tony doesn't like being told no."

you bit your lip, puzzled by the sudden request. most people wouldn't mind being sent home early, but all it did for you was give you a level of anxiety reserved for food.

what you didn't know was that natasha was home waiting for your arrival. she came back just short of an hour after you left for work.

while you were gone natasha made a few thorough rounds in the house looking for key signs of your eating disorder. there was bound to be evidence given that you didn't know she was home.

unsurprisingly, natasha found a glass scale beside the counter of the bathroom floor along with empty bottles of laxatives in the trashcan. the food in the fridge had been expired a few days past their date, giving her the indication that you weren't eating as much as you should be. her concern grew even more when she found your food journal on your nightstand. flipping the pages, natasha could see that throughout the moths she'd been gone your calorie intake had decreased significantly.

guilt began to gnaw at the back of her throat.

during the few days natasha stopped by, she hadn't noticed anything wrong with you. but then again she knew most people with eating disorders were very good at hiding them up until the point they were discovered. three days wasn't near enough time for her to catch onto your tricks, not when her mind was still focused on her job.

natasha always listened intently whenever you would talk about your eating disorder, the first time being six months into the relationship on a date you felt like you had ruined.

but talking about it was much different than experiencing it with you, natasha had never done that before up until now. she read nearly every article there was about anorexia, bulimia, binge eating disorder and ednos. sometimes when you were asleep she would watch documentaries on the disorder, always making sure to keep her volume at a low level.

the videos that hurt her the most were the ones teenagers struggling with the simple task of eating food.

(although natasha knew it wasn't that simple.)

it hurt because she knew that was you at some point in time.

upon your arrival, natasha cooked dinner. she wanted to hold onto the one sliver of hope that steve was wrong - that he was just overreacting - but she knew in her heart he was right about his assumption. however, dinner would only confirm what natasha so desperately wanted to deny.

when you walked through the door you were greeted with the overwhelming scent of food. you cringed at the thought of having to eat, but as soon as you looked up to see the redhead who'd been gone for so long your frown was washed away. a wide smile overtook your face and you rushed to jump into natasha's arms.

"i missed you so much," you whispered. "i thought you'd be gone for another few weeks?"

natasha's arms found their way around your waist as your legs wrapped around hers. "what? i can't come home early to surprise my wife?" you giggled in the crook of her neck. she smiled feeling the vibrations against her skin, happy to know that you'd missed her just as much as she missed you.

she sat you down, back facing you, she tended to the food. "you've lost weight," she commented, not missing the sharp inhale of your breath.

"how was work, nat?"

she nodded to herself. yeah, she didn't expect you to be so open on the first try.

"it was fine. dinner's ready, i made your favorite!" natasha threw a smile in your direction as she carried the plates over to the table. she had hoped to see your face light up the way it used to, but seeing the panicked look in your eyes further confirmed your relapse.

if nothing else, natasha wanted you to have a meal before she brought up the conversation.

"great... i love it, thank you nat!" your attempt at being enthusiastic failed miserably and you knew by the look she gave you, she already knew what was going on.

but throughout the meal, and despite the shakiness of your hand as it gripped the metal fork, natasha didn't say anything.

you weren't really sure which was worse; being confronted or knowing the both of you knew what the other was thinking and still not addressing it.

natasha's meal was good, you couldn't lie about that, but each bite you chewed caused the tightening in your chest to constrict further.

now you couldn't be good. or worthy. or deserving.

nat took away your plate when you were halfway through. she knew your limits, and she didn't want to push you too much out of your comfort zone.

"go change, i'll wash our dishes. meet you on the couch?"

you did as you were told, taking as long as you could to do so. except this time was different. you didn't glance in the mirror like you usually did, you chose to fully take in your figure.

what you saw was not what you expected to see. for the first time in months you saw a version of yourself that wasn't twisted and turned to be something you didn't know was real or not.

your skin was dry, hair thinned out beyond your belief, eyes sunken and dark underneath. the revelation gave you an odd feeling – was once again something unexplainable, unjustifiable by words.

good.

that was how you were supposed to feel, right? after all of this time, after the many pounds of protection and warmth lost, you were supposed to feel good.

but you didn't. and you never would.

there was something so surreal about the realization of your own destruction. you were aware now, which meant you had to either take responsibility or choose to lose everything you worked so hard for.

"y/n?"

your wife's voice snapped you out of your gaze and you scrambled to pile your dirty clothes and rush out of the bedroom.

as you made your way into the living room you could feel the intensity of natasha's gaze. any other time you would not mind her green eyes looking at you, but this time around you felt like you were in trouble.

she patted the empty spot next to her, to which you reluctantly joined. but even after everything you still tried to play it cool.

"what's up? is everything okay?"

she gave a low chuckle, "you tell me."

"what do you mean?"

"oh i think you know what i mean."

natasha’s reply was met with the loudest silence you ever had to sit through.

she bit her lip, "you know i got a call from steve a few weeks ago. he's concerned about you, and from what he's told me so am i."

you were quick to respond, automatically knowing what steve’s phone call was about. "i'm fine. so what if i've lost a couple of pounds? that doesn't automatically mean that im relapsing, natasha."

your quick snap reminded natasha that this kind of confrontation was like walking on eggshells.

she tilted her head, licking her lips. "i'm here with you, always." nat put a hand to the side of your face, gently rubbing her thumb at the top of your cheekbone. "i'm here."

it seemed pointless now to try and say anything because your secret was already out.

your mind began racing back and forth.

you wanted to keep what you knew best and natasha understood that. even by reading your body language she knew what you were debating.

"you know, to keep it you have to give it away." your eyes darted to meet hers. "mhm. you can still have that piece of you. mourn it, grieve it, do whatever you need to do to move onto a stage where it doesn't hurt you. and from there you can help other people, share your experience, let yourself heal by helping others."

she paused, “we all have choices. some of those choices are taken from you while others leave you with only one option.”

although what she said seemed to resonate with you, there was one thing still holding you back.

"i just want to be good."

natasha hummed. you had explained it to her in the past, though your words were jumbled together as you tried to describe it.

"you can be good in other ways. you're allowed to live a life outside of the barriers your eating disorder puts in the way."

you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat. "i don't even know how it got to this point. in january i enjoyed ihop and dennys. in february i could have oatmeal and bananas, sometimes half of a sandwhich if i was feeling brave. now it’s march and i only eat one or two things a day. the idea of having a full meal makes me want to cry. and i just- i don't know how to stop."

natasha wouldn't show it, but your words cut through her heart like a knife. her mind wandered briefly to all the teenagers in the documentaries she'd watched, hoping you weren't too far gone into your eating disorder to ever come back. those cases scared her the most.

"you've got my complete support. you've tackled this before, maybe this time you can beat it? i know its easier to abuse your body instead of growing comfortable in it, but i think you’ve got this. i know you do."

"what about your work?" your question caused natasha to frown. "you think i wouldn't set my job aside for you?" you shrugged, it's not like you felt like you were worth being taken care of anyway.

natasha grew hesitant to tell you her news, but did it anyway because she’d rather you hate her than see you dead. "i've already made some appointments for you. the first one is tomorrow morning."

"i figured you would natasha. it's okay."

you spaced yourself out the rest of the day. each time you made the executive decision to recover, whether that be a genuine recovery or not, the process never failed to remind you that even trying to recover from an eating disorder felt like mourning the loss of a friend who was never good for you in the first place.

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff imagine

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omgggg yes number 45 gimme some number 45 obikin PLEASE

ok,,,,,,this is no. 1 Soulmates + no.45 in love with best friend's partner but it kinda got away from me so it's almost 2k and also like there's world-building im awful at snippets. This is obikin but also mentions of qui-gon/anakin BUT it's a fake relationship. it's not in the story, but the premise obi-wan doesn't know is that anakin needed coruscanti citizenship to get their healthcare for his mom, and qui-gon decides to help him out by marrying him to give him automatic citizenship i uh might continue this if people like it because it was fun to write whoops

“We met at the spaceport three days ago,” Anakin says with a demure little smile, curling further into Qui-Gon’s outstretched arm. The soft lamplight glints off the golden band Anakin’s wearing on his finger. Obi-Wan has had a hard time looking anywhere else since arriving in his old master’s quarters, has had a hard time thinking of anything else except that he’d always imagined Anakin wearing a more bronzed shade of gold.

It had been a shock to hear that while Obi-Wan had been out on a mission, Qui-Gon had returned to Coruscant with a husband in tow. Yes, alright, short courtships aren’t rare anywhere in the galaxy, especially between soulmates.

But Obi-Wan knows intimately well--better than anyone else in this room--that Anakin and Qui-Gon aren’t, in fact, soulmates.

Mace seems to be thinking the same thing because he states, with a slight question in his voice, “I was under the impression that your soulmate had passed into the Force, Qui-Gon.”

“We’re not soulmates,” Qui-Gon corrects placidly, arm moving away from Anakin’s shoulders--Obi-Wan can breathe again--so he can fiddle with the cuff around his wrist, which hides the faded name of his mate. “But now that the Jedi Order has lifted its marriage ban for non-Soulmate couples, I thought, why spend the rest of my life alone?”

Anakin catches Qui-Gon’s hand and places a kiss on the back of his fingers. Obi-Wan is going to scream.

When Anakin looks up to the assembled Jedi watching, he doesn’t look at Obi-Wan once. It’s the worst thing in the galaxy, the fact that other than very briefly an hour ago, Anakin hasn’t looked at him at all. It’s been five years. “And I’ve met my soulmate, but they…decided they didn’t want to stay with me, that they didn’t want me.”

Obi-Wan inhales sharply at this and forgets to bite his tongue. “Maybe your soulmate had other obligations that they had to fulfill,” Obi-Wan bites out.

He’d thought Anakin ignoring him had been awful, but that’s nothing compared to the pain of having him look at him with eyes as cold as Hoth. “I think I’d know more about my soulmate than you would, master Jedi. Ah, I’m sorry, I’ve forgotten your name.”

Obi-Wan almost tells him to check his wrist if he needs a reminder about Obi-Wan’s name, but the words get stuck in his throat.

It’s probably for the best.

Obi-Wan’s spent five years and the duration of a war hiding the name of his soulmate from the Jedi Order, and he can’t say it now. His other half has made it quite clear that he can’t say it now.

“Excuse me,” Obi-Wan says, standing suddenly. He knows he should stay, should sit through the rest of the intake interview the Council gives to all non-Jedi sentients that marry a Jedi, soulmates or no, but he can’t. He’s the youngest person to sit on the Council in written history, he’s survived a war, trained the stubbornest Padawan of her generation, and this--this--looking across the table at Anakin Skywalker, dolled up and petty and full of hatred for him as he wears another man’s ring, Obi-Wan’s former master’s ring--this is going to be the thing that kills him.

Luckily, no one tries to stop him as he leaves. Maybe they think he’s just reacting to the fact that his fifty-eight year old master came home with a twenty-five year old husband. Maybe everything he’s feeling is written out on his face. Maybe he should never have tried to hide Anakin away. Maybe he should have called for extraction from his deep cover mission as soon as their hands had touched and their soulmarks had appeared. Maybe these past seven years should never have happened.

Force knows Obi-Wan would sleep easier if he had never walked into that Tatooine bar. If he had never met Anakin Skywalker.

He tries to meditate in his favorite spot in the Room of A Thousand Fountains, but it’s an impossible task. Mostly, he sits in a classic lotus position and broods.

A few hours later, when Obi-Wan thinks he’s recovered some of his composure, the person who’s always been able to ruin it sits himself down in front of him with a lot of unnecessary noise.

“When you talked about this place, I thought it sounded like the biggest waste of water in the entire galaxy,” Anakin’s voice sounds...normal. Like they’re picking up the thread of a conversation they had just dropped a moment ago, as if five years and a wedding and a war don’t stretch between them.

But if Anakin wants to talk to Obi-Wan like they had before, he’ll try his hardest to meet him there. Slowly, he opens his eyes. Anakin’s lounging back, still wearing the ceremonial robes of a Jedi’s bride, the loose blue silk barely hanging onto one of his shoulders. Obi-Wan wants to close his eyes again, immediately. “The greenery wouldn’t be able to survive without the water.”

Anakin nods, looking around as if slightly disinterested by it all. When he’d been eighteen, he’d soaked up every story Obi-Wan could tell him about the Temple, about the Jedi. Those piercing blue eyes find him again. It’s as if he knows Obi-Wan’s thoughts, because he smiles in the most humorless way. “I used to think I’d live here, and then I could see for myself if the beauty was worth the excess.”

“And?” Obi-Wan asks. It’s all he can get out of his throat. It’s very clear what Anakin isn’t saying. That he used to think he’d live here with Obi-Wan. That they'd be--that they'd be.

“Now I understand that there’s no winning that argument. What one man sees as a waste, another might see as a treasure.”

Obi-Wan can’t do this. He thought--maybe he could--but. He can’t. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly, moving to stand on his feet. “I hate to leave, but I must attend to--”

Anakin scrambles to his feet and latches onto Obi-Wan’s covered wrist. “Do you?” he asks intently, his hold tightening. “Did you?”

“This--this is most inappropriate, Chosen Skywalker, please remove yourself from my person.”

Anakin, blast him, moves even closer. Obi-Wan wonders if he can hear his heartbeat from that far away or if it’s just in Obi-Wan’s ears. “You have to tell me,” he demands. He’s always demanded things from Obi-Wan. Stories, and kisses, and comfort, and promises. Obi-Wan had given him everything he’d asked for, up until the very end.

Unsurprisingly, nothing has changed.

“Tell you what,” Obi-Wan snaps, yanking his wrist away from Anakin’s touch. Even through the covering, his skin feels burned. “Tell you that I hated having to leave you? Tell you that I’ve thought about you every night since then? Tell you that there was a war, that I had to fight, that I didn’t choose to go? That I had a duty to the galaxy, to the Jedi, to my family?”

“You had a duty to me!” Anakin snarls back, squaring his shoulders and shoving forward into Obi-Wan’s space. “I was your soulmate and you left me and I waited and you never once called me, never once tried to visit! And then the war ended and you never came back!” His voice breaks and the flood of words Obi-Wan desperately does not want to hear breaks with it for just a second. “Why didn’t you come back? I don’t...I don’t care that you had to fight. I knew I couldn’t leave with you, not until I had freed my mom. But you just. You left.”

“I’m not the same man I was, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says softly. His voice shakes and he has to turn his head away from his soulmate’s watery blue eyes. “The war--it changed me. It hurt, to fight and kill and strategize on how to more effectively fight and kill the next day. Four years of that, and I knew at the end I wasn’t fit to be anyone’s soulmate, least of all yours.”

When Obi-Wan had first met him, Anakin had been laughing. His head had been tipped back, curls falling over his shoulders. The noise had been loud and honest. He’d been radiant in the Force. It had taken weeks for Obi-Wan to really believe something so bright could be the other half of his soul.

“I wanted to,” Obi-Wan whispers. “Every night I wanted to, and it only got harder after the war ended. I never stopped wanting to. Wanting you.”

“How am I supposed to believe you?” Anakin asks. Obi-Wan wants to ask him why it matters if he believes him or not, but Anakin’s words from earlier float back to him. They decided they didn’t want to stay with me, that they didn’t want me. He can’t let Anakin continue to think Obi-Wan didn’t want him, not when he wanted him so badly he ached from it.

With shaking fingers, he moves to pull down the collar of his robes, just far enough that he can pull out the japor snippet he’s worn around his neck since the day Anakin gave it to him. He slowly lifts it over his head and presents it to his soulmate. Anakin’s eyes are wide with wonder as he stares down at the necklace, worm almost smooth by how often Obi-Wan had rubbed the carving with his thumb. “Always, Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs, reaching out to grab Anakin’s hand and dropping the wood carving into his palm. He carefully folds the man’s lax fingers around the necklace.

Hating himself for doing it, but needing to do it anyway, he brushes his lips over his fingers in a ghost of a kiss. Beneath his mouth, the wedding band feels warm from Anakin’s body heat. It’s a shockingly cold reminder.

“May the Force bless you and your Chosen, and reunite you at every end of your every day,” Obi-Wan whispers the Council’s official blessings for newly-wed couples into Anakin’s skin.This is the last time he’s ever going to touch him. He doesn’t want to let go.

He must. He does.

#qui-gon definitely knew anakin was obi-wans soulmate when they started talking #he was like my dumb former padawan will not let himself be happy #so im going to wingman the shit out of him #by marrying his soulmate so they have to see each other again #and hopefully even talk about everything!#this cannot possibly go wrong #(it did)#but obi-wan and anakin end up together because qui-gon and anakin have their marriage annulled to the relief of everyone #asks #obikin #my fics #if all these prompts are going to be 1500 + words I do not know how fast i will finish them #but im trying #it's doing wonders for my writers block #prompt fill

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starshine583 · 3 years

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New Girl on the Block (6)

(the next chapter is heeeeeeeeeeeere!!! hope you guys like it!! there’s also a mini series connected to this called Journal Entries, though I don’t know how long I’m going to be continuing it. Check it out if you feel like it!)

Ch.1 / Ch.5 / Ch.7

Chapter 6: Don’t Be Suspicious

Marinette tilted her head from side to side, doing a subtle dance to the music that played through her earbuds. She tapped her pencil on the desk with the beat and mouthed Jagged Stone’s lyrics as they came, thoroughly enjoying the electric guitar in the background. At Dupont, listening to music with earbuds was a ‘no-no’ despite her efforts. Principle Damocles, along with a few of the teachers, insisted that it hindered their drive to focus and work on school. The thought wasn’t entirely misguided- Marinette was already re-reading this textbook page for the third time with no hope of comprehension in sight -but she enjoyed the liberties that came with her new school nonetheless.

In all honesty, Rosemary didn’t allow headphones either, but the librarian wasn’t a snitch, and Marinette wasn’t a saint. So, during her assigned study halls, she would hop over to the school’s library and jam out to Jagged Stone. It was a nice reprieve from the strict guidelines that Rosemary held for their students and gave her time to unwind before her next round of overly-complicated classes.

She was about ready to start banging her head to the song- the lyrics were just too good -when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Her gaze flicked upwards towards Claude, who was sitting beside her. He’d suggested that they study together during the one study hall they shared, and Marinette, being friends with him and genuinely enjoying his company, agreed. He was actually the one who told her about the lax librarian in the first place.

Once Claude was certain that he had her attention, he tapped a finger to his ear, silently requesting her to take out an earbud. Marinette gladly obliged and paused her Jagged Stone music to hear him better.

“What are you listening to? You look like you’re really jamming out.” He asked curiously.

Marinette held up her phone for him to see the song cover. “Just Jagged Stone. He normally helps me think, but I’m starting to wonder if that only works for design sketches.”

Claude gasped so hard that she thought he was going to choke, and an ear-splitting grin spread across his lips.

“You listen to Jagged Stone too? He’s one of my favorites!” The brunette said enthusiastically.

Marinette straightened with delight. “Seriously? He’s been a favorite of mine since I was twelve!”

“Ten!” Claude trilled.

Elation bubbled up in Marinette’s chest. Finally! Someone to talk to about Jagged Stone! She hadn’t found a kindred spirit since Luka and.. well.. She hasn’t met another Jagged Stone fan in a while.

“Did you hear the new album that just came out?” She asked, folding her arms across the table and leaning onto them. When she first came to Rosemary, she’d naturally assumed that no one there listened to rock. Everyone was prepped and poised and rich. Their tastes were bound to be much ‘finer’ than hers.

Looking at it now, though, it made perfect sense for Claude to listen to Jagged Stone. He was an energetic and passionate person, and that’s what Rock n’ Roll was all about. She also had to remind herself that she was now a Rosemary student. If she listened to rock music, it was possible that her other classmates did as well. The school wasn’t a complete hive mind, after all.

Claude scoffed playfully. “Did I? I was the first in line for the cd! The songs were a total masterpiece!”

Before Marinette could reply, another scoff interrupted their conversation, one that wasn’t nearly as playful. She glanced across the table to Felix, who had looked up from his book. He’d shared the same study hall hour that they did, and Claude, being who he was, coaxed the blond into joining them in the library.

Well.. ‘coax’ probably wasn’t the right word. It was more of Claude dragging Marinette to the table that Felix was already sitting at and convincing Felix to stay seated once they got there.

Felix’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his lips twitched in a scowl, the same way they always did when he was about to criticize something.

“No type of rock music could ever be considered a ‘masterpiece’,” He stated matter-of-factly, “especially not that man’s noise.”

Marinette gasped, slapping a hand to her chest in offense. “Jagged Stone’s music is not ‘noise’.”

“Forget it, Mari.” Claude cut in, putting a hand on her shoulder as he shot Felix a glare. “This guy will never understand Jagged’s art.”

Felix rolled his eyes. “I’d hardly call throwing a bunch of instruments together and screaming into the microphone ‘art’.”

Marinette crossed her arms and huffed. Jagged Stone didn’t scream. His voice was just rough, but even if he did scream, that shouldn’t give Felix the right to be rude. Everyone had their own tastes. Marinette didn’t go around bashing XY fans, now, did she?

“Have you even listened to him?” She asked indignantly.

“I’ve had the unfortunate experience of listening to rock, yes. That’s how I know it’s in bad taste.”

Marinette’s fingers dug into her skin. “But have you listened to Jagged Stone?”

The grated words caused Felix to pause.

“..I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

Marinette sighed and tugged out one of her earbuds to hand it to him. “Here.”

Felix rose a brow, not moving an inch. “What do you expect me to do with that?”

“You’re going to listen to at least one of Jagged Stone’s songs.” She told him. “Then you can tell me what you think.”

Felix was an extremely opinionated person. He tended to say exactly what he thought without considering how it would affect others around him. At first, his snaps and snide remarks put her on edge. She would worry about angering him and making him dislike her from the things she’d say or do. But after spending more time around him, Marinette realized that he wasn’t angry as much as he was easily irritated. He would get annoyed at things that he viewed as out of place or illogical, then, after fixing the problem or telling someone else to fix it, he would move on. It just so happened that Allegra, Allan, and Claude were constantly doing things that were ‘illogical’, ‘unnecessary’, and- her personal favorite -‘downright preposterous’.

That being said, Marinette still didn’t enjoy challenging Felix when she disagreed with him. His words were sharp and blunt, whether he meant them to be or not, and arguing was never her strong suit, anyway. Therefore, she found it best to merely listen and watch as the rest of the group continued to push Felix’s buttons relentlessly.

Right now, however, was a different story. Right now he was denouncing an incredibly talented artist who he hadn’t even bothered to listen to before condemning, and Marinette wouldn’t stand for it.

Felix’s gaze shifted to the earbud. She could see the command turning in his mind, could see him deciding between being difficult and resisting or simply being nice for once.

“..Fine,” He relented, taking the offered headphone, “but don’t be upset when my opinion doesn’t change.”

Marinette tried not to smile too much and quickly started scrolling through her playlist to choose a song. If she only had one shot to convince Felix of Jagged’s greatness, she needed to play one of his best works.

“Wow..” Claude remarked. “You actually got him to listen to a song. That’s farther than I’ve ever gotten.”

Felix rolled his eyes, but refrained from commenting. Marinette didn’t reply either. She didn’t want to waste the opportunity she’d been given by joking with Claude.

She found a song a few seconds later and eagerly set the phone between them as it began to play. This had been a song that she’d listened to for at least a week or two before moving on to the next one. She knew the lyrics inside out and could quite possibly sing them in her sleep. If anything was going to convince Felix that rock was also a musical art, it would be this song.

Felix’s expression twisted with annoyance as the drums kicked up to join the electric base.

“See, this is what I’m talking about.” He sighed. “The notes are overbearing and chaotic. How can you enjoy it?”

“Because they’re not chaotic.” Marinette replied, gathering all the patience she could. “It might get loud sometimes, but the drums and guitar create a steady beat for Jagged Stone to sing to.”

Just then, Jagged Stone’s voice rang through the headphones, gruff and strong. Marinette’s lips quirked up into an involuntary smile, but Felix, unsurprisingly, wasn’t as thrilled as she was.

“He doesn’t even sing about anything important.” He said. “The words are completely random.”

Marinette resisted the urge to groan. How could someone be so smart yet so stupid at the same time?

“The lyrics aren’t random. And they might not be important to you, but they are to him.” She tried to explain. “Jagged writes about the things he loves and tells it to the world through song. His music is full of passion, and it drives others to be more passionate too. Myself included.”

Felix glanced up at her for a moment, no doubt scrutinizing her claims, and tisked. He then put a hand over his borrowed earbud and closed his eyes to try to listen to the music better.

Although it was a small, begrudging act, Marinette couldn’t help grinning. He didn’t like rock music, didn’t even want to entertain the idea of liking it, yet here he was, listening to Jagged Stone’s music because she asked him to. He was trying hard to understand something she enjoyed, and that meant a lot, especially when one considers how stubborn he can be.

“I suppose I can understand what you mean..” Felix mumbled a few seconds later. “The notes aren’t nearly as melodic as what I’m used to, but it must take some form of talent to mash banging instruments together and make it sound decent.”

Marinette beamed. It was a backhanded comment, but she could accept it.

“Okay, my turn.” She said, extending her hand towards him.

Felix frowned. “Pardon?”

“You said that Jagged Stone isn’t what you’re used to, right? I wanna know what you’re used to.” She replied matter-of-factly. “Let me listen to one of your songs.”

Felix’s frown deepened, but he pulled out his earbuds to hand one to her.

“I suppose I could show you the one I’ve been listening to recently..” He muttered to himself. “Just be careful with these. They’re expensive.”

Marinette happily plucked one of the earbuds out of Felix’s hands and put it on. The cord between the earbuds was shorter than hers, so they both had lean across the table to share. She didn’t mind the closeness, though. They’d only be there for a moment.

When the music finally began, all Marinette could really do was snort. Classical music. Of course Felix would listen to classical music. Each note had a purpose, place, and expression in the song. Yes, other music had that too, but most of the time, there were words that people sang to excuse repetitiveness of the beat. Classical music had to carry its own weight, and that made all the difference.

“What?” Felix asked, referring to her laugh.

Marinette put a hand to her mouth with an apologetic smile. “Oh, nothing. It just makes sense for you to listen to classical music.”

Felix rose a brow, but she waved him off. There was no point explaining it.

“Anyway, I can see why you would like this, because it’s really pretty, but I, personally, find it a little boring.” She said honestly. “The notes are too slow. I would fall asleep before I could finish a song.”

“It’s not just a song, though.” Felix argued. “It’s a story. Listen closer.”

Marinette did as she was told and closed her eyes, putting a hand over her earbud like Felix had done earlier. The piano and violin mingled together in a soft symphony, lulling up and down as the symphony progressed. A lone guitar played a joyful tune in the background.

“The protagonist is admiring their lover.” Felix explained. “They’re making promises of being together always.”

Drums bubbled up behind the piano and violin as the guitar faded, causing the music to shift into a tense atmosphere.

“The father of the lover is coming between them, forcing a separation.”

Violin strings shake with the drums, and the piano gradually grows louder to emphasize the ominous presence. Once the tension is drawn out to its absolute limit, the music breaks with bursts of violins and trumpets, signifying the beginning of a fight.

“The protagonist refuses to back down, and although they are worried, they stand up to fight for their love anyway.”

Marinette cracked an eye open to look at Felix. His eyes were now closed as well, and a soft smile ghosted his lips. She hadn’t taken him to be a romantic, but he appeared to be deeply engrossed in the ‘story’. Did he read romance novels often? She assumed all of the books he carried around were about historical facts or intricate philosophies, not trials of love or daring confessions.

“Do you hear it?” Felix asked, his eyes abruptly opening. Their heads were already close from sharing headphones, but his looking up only brought them closer. It was a miracle their noses didn’t bump together.

Marinette froze, her eyes widening at being caught. Was it weird that she was staring at him before he opened his eyes? It shouldn’t be, right? Staring at your friend wasn’t a crime.

Say something. Marinette’s mind screamed. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t say anything. She could hardly even think straight. She was too lost in the roundness of his eyes or how long his eyelashes were or whether she was too close to him and have his eyes always had those little specks of blue in them?

Marinette squeaked, finally gaining enough sense to lurch backwards. Felix’s earbud was tugged out of her ear, but she didn’t care. Right now she needed distance.

“S-sorry!” She blurted out. “I-I mean- uhm -the music was fine, or- great. I-.. I could really hear the- the story.”

Her hands covered her face in a vain attempt to hide her blush. Her cheeks were absolutely burning from embarrassment. How could she get so flustered? Wasn’t it her idea to share the earbuds?

Felix was strangely quiet as he picked up the abandoned earbud and paused the song. Oh gosh, he probably thought she was a total weirdo now. (If he hadn’t thought that already.)

Marinette peeked through her fingers, searching his face for judgement, but he simply wrapped the cord of the earbuds around his phone. Although his eyebrows were furrowed slightly, the rest of his expression was neutral. Was that a good sign or no?

“Yes, that’s why I enjoy it.” He finally said once his phone was put away. His tone was graciously composed, not acknowledging her humiliating outburst. “The composers put real effort and work into their music. They carefully aligned each note to make sure it portrays their story and theme correctly. That’s what I consider to be a masterpiece.”

Marinette nodded. “Y-Yeah.. That makes sense.. I still think Jagged Stone’s music is also a work of art, though.”

She settled back into her original seat, as did Felix.

“Agree to disagree, I suppose.” Felix shrugged.

An astounded laugh came from the left of them, and the two turned back to Claude. Marinette had admittedly forgotten that he was there.

“I, for one, am impressed.” The brunette announced. “You actually got Felix to entertain a different opinion. He never says ‘agree to disagree’! It’s always just ‘you’re wrong’.”

Felix scoffed. “Don’t act like I’m unreasonable. I’m stubborn in my opinions because they’re logical and sound, while your arguments against them are hardly either.”

Claude rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Do you think you guys can argue about cephalopods now? I’m supposed to be doing a report on them for science.”

Marinette chuckled, finally relaxing in her chair again. “Sorry, Claude. I don’t have any strong opinions about cephalopods.”

“Maybe if you read a book every once in a while, you’d find something to write about.” Felix added, being ever the supportive one.

“Hey! I do read!” Claude defended. “I just don’t know what to write about. Should I argue a random point about cephalopods or should I just write about a bunch of facts? Am I supposed to list my sources or can I say whatever I want? What does the school board want from me?”

“Claude, you’re a sophomore.” Felix stated bluntly. “If you don’t know how to write papers now, I can’t help you.”

Claude groaned and sunk into his chair, and Marinette offered a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Anyway,” He grumbled, rubbing his hands over his face, “speaking of cephalopods, have you guys heard about the new aquarium exhibit that they just opened at Aquarium de Paris?”

Marinette perked up. “Wait, really? I didn’t know about that!”

“Yeah, I think it’s something to do with the sharks.” Claude smiled. “They’ve got this new tank and everything.”

Marinette wiggled in her seat with delight. She always loved aquariums. “That’s so cool! I’ll have to ask Maman and Papa about going to see it.”

“Oh, why don’t we all go together?” Claude suggested. “I wanna see the new exhibit too, and I’m sure Allegra and Allan will want to go.”

“Sure! When do you think you’ll be free to go see it?”

Claude leaned back in his chair as he thought about it. “Uh.. maybe this Sunday? I don’t think I have anything going on then. Does that work for you?”

“I’ll have to check with my parents, but that should be okay. Do you want me to tell Allan about it during our next class?”

Claude nodded. “Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll tell Allegra.”

Marinette smiled and turned to Felix. “Are you gonna come with us, Felix?”

A part of her felt awkward asking, as Felix didn’t normally enjoy the group outings, but a bigger part of her would feel guilty if she didn’t invite him when they were inviting everyone else.

Felix glanced up from his book with a questioning gaze. He.. hadn’t been listening.

“We’re going to Aquarium de Paris this Sunday. Are you coming?” Claude asked again.

Felix shrugged. “I suppose Allegra will drag me along either way, so why not?”

Marinette bit her lip to hold back a giddy squeal. This was going to be great! Getting to see all of the new fish and getting to spend time with her new friends? What could be better than that?

~~~~~~

Felix drew in a deep breath as he made his way towards the school exit. Aside from the soft chattering and echoing footsteps of the students around him, it was quiet, and he reveled in the silence while he could. Leaving school alone was a rarity now, especially since Marinette joined their group. Allegra, Claude, and Allan had always been insistent on smothering him with activities, but with the new ‘recruit’, the time they spent together has doubled. The trio wanted everyone to be together constantly. That included Felix.

He sighed, shifting the strap of his bag on his shoulder. The numerous study dates, get-togethers, and group lunches had pushed his social battery to its absolute limit. So the small reprieve was greatly appreciated.

It did feel strange, though, not hearing Claude’s rambling or Allegra’s scolding or Marinette’s laughter. They’d become a steady background noise to the rest of his daily life, and now that they were absent, Felix found himself glancing over his shoulder, waiting for one of them to pop up.

Of course, no one came, and Felix forced his eyes forward to push away the growing anticipation. There was no need to mull over it. He would see them tomorrow at school, and on top of that, they had another outing scheduled for this Sunday to visit the aquarium. By the end of the week, Felix would certainly have his fill of seeing their faces or hearing their voices.

The sun beat down on Felix as he stepped outside, and he welcomed it whole-heartedly. The biting cold of January was never something he fancied, save for the fact that it kept everyone else indoors.

He started down the front stairs, letting his mind wander back to the conversation he’d had with Marinette during their shared study hall. Her boldness during their discussion of musical preferences had surprised him, since she usually steered clear of any confrontations. He couldn’t blame her for her sudden tenacity, though. People tended to be extremely attached to their music, and Felix had criticized her tastes. It only made sense for her to defend herself.

On that note, Jagged Stone? Really? He’d assumed Claude was the only one to have such bizarre tastes. Nevertheless, if Marinette approved of the man, Felix wasn’t going to question too much. She still created those phenomenal designs, after all, meaning she must have a good eye for things.

Bits and pieces of the song that Marinette had requested him to listen to resurfaced in his mind. If he was being honest, it wasn’t as horrible as he’d claimed, but blaring drums and pounding beats simply didn’t help him relax like classical music did.

Felix closed his eyes briefly as he recalled the piano piece he’d shown Marinette a few minutes later. It was a favorite of his, one that he listened to often while reading alone in his room, and he did his best to explain the mastery of the artwork. The passion, the yearning, the love- it can be difficult to express, especially when he hadn’t experienced those things first hand. That’s the main reason he found the piece so interesting.

The image of Marinette’s delicate features flicked through his mind. He’d looked up at her to gawk her reaction, to see if she understood what he was trying to say, but he’d found her staring right back at him instead. Her almond-shaped eyes were round with shock, and he couldn’t help thinking about the first time they met, when he first realized how blue her irises were. They almost reminded him of tiny, swirling oceans, deep and mesmerizing.

When she jerked back a few seconds later, something akin to disappointment had laced through Felix’s stomach, and even now, he wasn’t sure why that was. Perhaps he wanted to admire the color a tad longer.

Either way, Marinette plopped into her seat, her cheeks flushing a dark scarlet, and it was only then that Felix noticed his own racing heartbeat. Again, he was at a loss for the cause. Was it because she startled him by lurching backwards? He didn’t remember flinching.

The screeching of tires pulled Felix from his thoughts, and his gaze turned to the road in front of him. A silver car had parked on the curb.

A frown tugged at the corner of Felix’s lips. That was odd. Parking on the curbs near Rosemary wasn’t allowed unless someone was being picked up or dropped off, yet no students were waving the car down or exiting the vehicle.

The back door to the car swung open, causing Felix to raise a brow. Spoke too soon.

A boy jumped out of the car, his golden blonde hair shining in the sunlight as he ran towards the front steps. Something about him seemed familiar, but Felix couldn’t place his finger on what.

The boy slowed to a stop in front of him and offered a friendly smile. Yeah, Felix has definitely seen this guy before. But where?

“Hey!” The stranger greeted. “Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for a girl. Her name is Marinette?”

Felix narrowed his eyes at the name. Marinette as in Marinette Dupain-Cheng? As in, the girl who was inside talking to Allegra right now? Why would he be looking for her?

“She’s about this tall.” The boy continued, holding his hand just above his shoulder for reference. “She’s got raven-colored hair that she normally puts into pigtails, and wears pink capris and a black jacket. She would have started attending this school about two weeks ago?”

The more he spoke, the more suspicious Felix became. This guy knew a lot about Marinette, but Felix didn’t know a thing about him. Was he a friend? An enemy? Marinette didn’t mention meeting someone after school. Not that she was obligated to share her personal connections and schedules, but what if this was the person that’s been wanting to ‘talk’ with her? The stalker?

Don’t overreact. Felix told himself. This could be a perfectly harmless visit from an old friend of hers. Just because I wasn’t aware of him coming doesn’t mean he has ill intentions.

...but just in case..

“Apologies, but have we met?” Felix asked, dodging the blonde’s question. He didn’t want to disclose Marinette’s location unless he had her permission. There were too many cases where an unknowing co-worker blabbed about the victim’s schedule to the stalker, and he refused to be one of those idiots.

The boy pulled a sheepish expression and rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh, no, we haven’t, but I can see why you would think that. My face is kind of everywhere with all of the ads Father’s had me model in recently.”

Felix blinked, the mix of familiarity and the boy’s words clicking together in his mind. Of course! This was that same, obnoxious face that Paris has been obsessed with for the better half of five years. The amount of billboards and posters of this guy that were plastered around the city was enough to make Felix gag. He couldn’t look in any direction without seeing him!

“You’re Adrien Agreste.” He stated, a hint of irritation accidentally rising to his tone. Not only has this ‘sunshine child’- or so Paris called him -been plaguing his eyes for at least two years since Gabriel upped his campaigning game, he also happens to have the same name that was scribbled on Marinette’s birthday cards, the ones she’d offered to give away. Was that a coincidence?

Felix was leaning towards ‘no’.

“Yep.” Adrien chuckled. “That’s me. Anyway, is she here? I really need to talk with her.”

“He really just wants to ‘talk’.”

Marinette’s bitter words resurfaced in his mind, and Felix narrowed his eyes. The chances of Adrien Agreste being an enemy were steadily rising.

“I’m afraid I don’t know a girl by that name or description,” he lied, “and there hasn’t been a new student here since last year.”

If Adrien turned out to truly be one of Marinette’s friends, he would apologize, but Felix wasn’t going to risk compromising her if his suspicions were correct.

Confusion etched its way onto the blond’s features, and he glanced down at the ground as he muttered, “I could have sworn she said ‘Rosemary’..”

Felix rose a brow. Marinette told him which school she was attending? Or did another girl give him the information?

Before either could say anything more, a car horn sounded in front of them, and Adrien glanced over his shoulder to the driver of the silver car.

“Ah, I gotta go. Thanks for your help!”

Felix didn’t bother returning Adrien’s wave, instead watching him hop down the front steps. Although it would annoy him, he hoped that the blond actually was a friend of Marinette’s, for her sake. He can’t imagine her being happy with the news that someone had followed her to school.

“Oh, hey, Felix! I thought you were leaving.”

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear..

The silver car had just disappeared around the corner when the girl in question skipped down the front steps next to him. She flashed him a bright smile, making his insides churn with guilt. Should he tell her? She needed to know, right?

“I was,” He said, choosing his next words carefully, “but I got held up.”

Marinette chuckled. “I know how that goes.”

Felix nodded, his gaze shifting to the side. He didn’t want to worry her, but he couldn’t let her be ignorant of a possibly dangerous situation either.

“.. Were you, by chance, expecting anyone at the school today?”

Marinette frowned and shook her head, unfortunately confirming Felix’s concerns. “No, why?”

“Well..” He hesitated. “Someone stopped by and asked for you. A man by the name Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette’s entire body went rigid, and the blood drained from her face. Felix held back a grimace at the sight. She looked more frightened than two weeks ago when she first ran into the school to hide.

“D-Did you-”

“No.” Felix cut her off, already knowing what she was going to ask. “I told him you didn’t attend this school.”

Her shoulders slumped with relief, but he could still see the nervousness in her eyes. “Oh, thank goodness.. Thank you so much, Felix.”

“Is he the one who wanted to talk to you two weeks ago?”

Marinette faltered at the question, but nodded. “He went to my old school..”

Felix frowned. If he remembered his mother’s ramblings correctly, Adrien Agreste started attending Dupont not too long ago. Was that Marinette’s old school then?

“His father’s a powerful man.” He said. “You need to be careful.”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Oh no! I mean- Thank you for the warning.. But Adrien isn’t like that. He’s persistent, but he doesn’t threaten people.”

Felix wasn’t entirely sure that he believed that, but he wouldn’t argue. Marinette was dealing with enough already. “I believe he said something about a girl telling him that you’re attending Rosemary, but he didn’t mention the name of her.”

Marinette’s eyebrows knitted together. “A girl?”

“Yes, something like ‘I could have sworn she said Rosemary’.”

Marinette chewed on her bottom lip, obviously troubled by the news. Felix didn’t blame her. Stalking can be a serious matter. (even if she didn’t quite consider it stalking.)

“Would you like me to drive you home?” He offered, yet again.

And again, Marinette refused by shaking her head.

“Thanks, but it’s only two blocks. I’ll be fine.” She assured.

The decision didn’t sit well with him, but Felix nodded anyway. It wasn’t his place to tell her what she could or couldn’t do, or what precautions he personally thought she should take.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He said, finally continuing his descent down the stairs.

“Yep, see you tomorrow.” Marinette smiled.

They parted ways after that, Marinette heading down the sidewalk and Felix going to find his driver, but the urge to watch her didn’t leave his mind until she completely vanished around the corner.

Felix sighed, tapping his finger against the car door as he settled into the backseat of his car. Why did he want to follow her so badly?

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pairing: jungkook x y/n

glimpse: coach!jungkook is new, he’s a bit harsher on volleyball player!y/n, assistant coach!jimin will sNAP at jungkook any day now, and best friends yoongi and taehyung are (unsurprisingly) clingy and irritable bois

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notes: i suddenly had this idea at 1 am in the morning and ended up writing five pages of just highlights about it in my notebook :D anyways i hope this does a number on you as much as it did for me!! // gif isn’t mine!! :D

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when you learned the news that your current coach was retiring, you couldn’t be anymore happier in your whole career

coach jay was a good coach

but good is relative

i mean sure he made the lot of you go on drills and such and gave pep talks but his head really wasn’t in the game

you would get on your knees just to have an extra minute for a break in-between drills but you didn’t have to do that for coach jay

because there were tOO MANY BREAKS

you and the girls were oddly enough looking for pain and misery through training but all you got was rest instead of actual training

it wasn’t a reverse psychology type of thing either

coach jay isn’t even in the default retirement age of 60 or something as old but he decided to hang up the jersey because in his own words,,,,,

“i think i was meant to be a swim teacher all this time”

your friend jimin who happens to be assistant coach (and acted as head coach because jay found playing subway surf more interesting than a heated volleyball game) almost choked in his spit when he heard that

god he could finally breathe again after hearing that news

he can now say “coach jay sounds like a more lavish way of saying coochie, don’t ya think???” without any guilt of making fun of his superior behind his back

HE DOESN’T EVEN KNOW HOW JAY GOT RECRUITED TO BE HEAD COACH

the interview and recruitment for assistant coach was brutal and nerve-wracking to say the least!! how did jay even get through what the fuck

jimin was introduced to brooklyn nine-nine by none other than you and gOD coach jay is exactly like CJ

he was yelling at you through the phone to let you know that

“EVEN THE INITIALS MATCH UP!! C FOR COACH, J FOR JAY!!!! HE IS CJ!!!!! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO’S SEEING THE CORRELATION???”

but no matter how driven jimin could be, he doesn’t wanna be head coach that fast either lol

even if he’s had tons of recommendations and you and the girls wanted him to take position since he was the perfect amount of strict and lax and would always push for jerseys with better designs and better material

“up up upper superiors want me to be head coach already and like sometimes i forget the violations so when the referee calls sOMETIMES i just pretend to look angry!!! i think im not ready for it yet”

so yeah sure he’ll help looking for another head coach no pressure

this isn’t his job anyway but sure he’ll do it since he wants someone else to take this place people want him to take so badly

when routine training rolls around and you may be a little late because you know it’s only gonna be jimin today and he’ll let you off the hook as long as you help him assemble this miniscule tiny house kit you could buy from the mall or something of the sort

(life never gets boring when you have jimin as a friend)

and you see almost everybody huddled around already wearing their jersey!!! and you were still in sweatpants!!!!

“aM I LATE AM I LATE WHAT’S GOING ON”

“THE NEW COACH IS COMING IN TODAY!!!”

“WHY DID I NOT KNOW THAT”

god did jimin kick you off the gc again after you left him on seen accidentally

it was ONE time

he was taking a vote for the warmers whether you’d want them to be aqua blue or navy blue or a completely different wild card color

and you weren’t the only that didn’t vote and he was holding a grudge at you for that :(

your uniform was still in your duffel bag

you were clearly panicking because wHAT IF the new coach held onto first impressions and you’re the only one who’s wearing a different outfit and you cOULD say that you’re the libero bUT YOU’RE NOT IN A GAME RIGHT NOW AREN’T YOU

majority of the girls were also getting panicked by you

dashing to the locker room at the far end of the gymnasium and changing still wouldn’t be quick enough

GETTING CHANGED RIGHT IN YOUR SPOT IS THE ONLY OPTION

thank god you already had your sports bra underneath your shirt

euntak’s already fishing around your duffel to find your jersey and your socks and your attempt at organization is already getting ruined by the minute bUT that’s not the priority

chaeyoung’s on her knees taking off your too comfortable slides and getting your knee socks on wHILE YOU WERE TRYING TO WRIGGLE OUT OF YOUR SWEATPANTS

it’s a cool thing you were wearing your somehow boring full underwear that kinda passed off as period panties

but they were pink and in a stretchy gingham pattern so it didn’t look bad :D

all this panic wasn’t really figured out

you’re trying to put on your jersey and you keep fumbling around because you’re losing your balance with euntak getting your left foot up with chaeyoung on the right

god they lifted at the same time and you almost toppled backwards

your shorts are only midway your thighs because you were helping in with the laces

aND THEN THE DOORS BURST OPEN

okay FUCK

jimin was with the new coach you still haven’t had a glimpse on based on the new rhythm of footsteps you could hear

you’re hiking up your shorts so fast and they go so tight and you’re still trying to adjust with the momentary wedgie it gives

jimin quite literally gets taken aback because he sputters and gobbles

i mean he’s seen you in your underwear and you’ve seen him in his boxers bUT ALWAYS ACCIDENTALLY

you wrap up at exact moment and you compose yourself as you fit yourself within the line

he’s about to tell you off but he keeps his mouth shut when you send him a frightened not now look

i-is that your new coach....,..,.,.,..

he looks heavenly

ethereal even

out of this world

impossibly gorgeous

oddly familiar

he was quite taller than jimin and his built was intimidatingly structured yet not too buff

there were people with muscles that looked annoying with muscles if that’s how you put it

just the perfect amount of exaggeration of his built

oh god :D

jet black and long hair!! it looks so silky to be honest you were quite jealous

soft waves at the bottom part and it wasn’t unkempt nor ratty looking

he!! has!!! ear!!! piercings!!!!!

are those some tattoos peeking from his jacket

if this really is your coach you would NEVER skip a day of practice

even if it isn’t a training day you would still come

you would let this man be your sleep paralysis demon and you would more than willingly succumb into the darkness

“GOOD MORNING LADIES!!!!”

jimin always opens up with that line it’s endearing

“don’t you wanna try something new?? how about ~what’s up ladies especially y/n!!~ ?”

“no”

“GOOD MORNING COACH!!!”

everyone’s now quite interested in the gorgeous specimen that’s a step behind jimin

he looks serious and he looks like he means business but there was a faint smile when jimin greeted you all enthusiastically

“you’re probably wondering who’s with me huh”

he clearly states the obvious and you wanna yell OF COURSE PARK JIMIN but you and him try to tone it down around the other girls because you don’t want them thinking that you got in the team because of jimin or that you get special treatment

but of course you get the occasional chance to sip at the ice cold water he has at his thermos when your water jug is just room temperature water hehehehe :D

“he might be familiar to some of you because he’s made some headlines!!!”

oh my god will your coach this time be a big shot???

“5-time back to back MVP in the whole region’s tournament!!!! never not a part of the mythical six whenever he plays!!!! played for the nATIONAL TEAM AT THE OLYMPICS!!!”

wait

iS THIS-

“jeon jungkook. coach jeon jungkook. good morning, ladies.”

you were about to combust

you probably blanked out in thought during two minutes of jimin’s monologue and tuned right back in time jEON JUNGKOOK SPOKE TO ALL OF YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

you have never said good morning this enthusiastically and jittery

jimin feels offended

you distinctly remember searching up jungkook’s name after having heard it from jimin a couple of times

easily fell into a rabbit hole for almost a month searching up his plays and the statistics and remarks he was given

you were so much of a fan back then when you were a rookie in volleyball and he wasn’t that far along in the game either but he was quickly recognized

YOU MOMENTARILY FORGOT ABOUT HIM

practically everyone is in awe of him right now and you wonder if you were the only one who needed a collective second to recognize him

there’s a deep bow that was happening that you more than eagerly partake in and jimin then signals for the lot of you to introduce yourselves instead of him doing it

you used to be in the middle of the line but now you’re by the last because some were exchanging positions because they were either too intimidated or too eager to meet him

jungkook’s walking by the line and initiating EYE CONTACT and shaking hands with each player

you don’t know whether you’re melting in adoration or trembling in fear

you’re unconsciously fixing your posture and arranging your footing that you don’t even notice jimin standing beside you because lol he felt a bit awkward standing in the middle of the gymnasium as jungkook goes around to meet each of you in the line

“do you wanna bone him or something??”

“shut up jimin”

“you were late awhile ago, weren’t you??? kook’s not too keen on tardiness”

“i — kook??? you’re close now??”

“lol yeah we hit it off instantly!! i just kept it a secret for some weeks that i already met him because i knew you were gonna freak”

you were about to retort and pinch him in the sides because this was jeon jungkook, for fuck’s sake!! you don’t even know how jimin managed to keep a secret from you for more than an hour long

jimin, knowing you were about to do, in return pinched you tightly by your arm that made you yelp aND it made you even more agitated

but he didn’t do that to enrage you

it was because jungkook’s already in front of you in a blink

your mind just blanked and the hand that was raised to pinch jimin is now awkwardly outreached for jungkook

“o-oh! y/n; y/n y/l/n!!”

his gaze was so sharp you practically swallowed the lump in your throat

jungkook only limply shakes your hand; not as firm as he did with the other girls and not without the hand that cups secondly

“i’ve heard a lot of things about you, miss y/n.”

oh??

OH????

was this jimin’s doing??

you can’t even look at him beside you because you were too focused on jungkook looking at you as if he knows everything that he needs to

his gaze is too captivating and too attentive that you really really wanna hold onto jimin’s arm for support because your legs want to give out

“but showing up to practice with only panties on wasn’t one of them.”

.......

....

you wanna,.,......

you really just wanna.,.,..,..

your cheeks immediately heat up and sputters for a ghost of a word remain stuck in your throat

it doesn’t help because euntak who’s beside you is training her gaze to everywhere but you and at one point, she looks up to the ceiling and closes her eyes and her shoulders are trembling from trying not to laugh

or that jimin besides you has really a knack for laughing at the worst possible times and him trying to contain it in stifled chuckles and shaky breaths doesn’t help

jungkook is back to the center in a flash as if this interaction with you didn’t really happen

he explains his objectives and his expectations and the new schedule he wants to roll out and you’re listening attentively but not without heated cheeks and a lip that’s about to bust

he lets all of you out of the hook as he explains that tomorrow would be your first official day with him and today would just be an introduction and the slightest peek of how he would handle things

you’re quick to pack up because embarrassment is swallowing you whole and you kNOW the girls would chastise you further because some are relentless like that

you didn’t even change to the outfit you came in

you were about to bolt out of the gymnasium’s door but not without your name being yelled across

fucking jimin

“what???”

you yell back to him as he rolls his eyes with a familiar look of mockery as he gestures you over

jungkook right bESIDE him with his hands set in his pockets and his eyes trained on you as you try to appear as calm and collected as possible walking over to him

“kook and i are gonna talk about the team over lunch today. can you please feed jupiter??”

jupiter the golden retriever who was just as energetic as jimin

the only difference was that jupiter isn’t an asshole like his owner is being right now

he’s holding his keys over to you with a sweet smile

yOU ALREADY HAVE THE KEYS TO HIS APARTMENT

YOU KNOW JUPITER’S FEEDING TIMES AND THE NEXT ONE IS NOT FOR ANOTHER FOUR HOURS

WHY IS HE GIVING-

“but-...”

“thanks y/n you’re the bEST!! mwah i’ll bring you home some leftovers”

that’s it

you’re completely set on being huffy about it and not talk to jimin at all because you’re past the stage of embarrassment and into genuine irritation

you make sure not to spare him even a glance as mad as you were

because you know jimin would have the gut feeling that you were gonna be mad at him but he’s blindly pimping you out to jungkook

his internal monologue is stressed and nervous

“why isn’t y/n flipping me off on her way out”

“oh no nOT THE SILENT TREATMENT :((((”

you really wanted to move on from the whole thing, really

looking like a fool in front of someone you idolize who also happens to be your coach now wasn’t a part of your bucket list

didn’t help because as you recount the memory as you crashed to yoongi and taheyung’s apartment for lunch, you were the only one didn’t seem to know all about jungkook being head coach

taehyung, who was the team drummer and yoongi, who’s the team mascot kNEW BEFORE YOU

AND JIMIN TOLD THEM

and they were laughing at the whole ordeal instead of trying to hush you and comfort you and never bringing it up again

yoongi’s wiping off your frustrated tears as he coos

“we were joking!! just joking!! we’re never gonna talk about it again, okay?? okay??? sounds good?? don’t cry now pls”

the fact that yoongi was the team mascot and the image of him in his giant suit suit that’s a hybrid of a teddy bear and a raptor isn’t helping

you’re supposed to be mad

not suddenly stifling a laugh :(

“i’ll let this pass, you punk. just because you accidentally flashed your new coach your underwear”

“YOONGI”

jungkook is relatively younger than your past coaches if that wasn’t clear yet

but age doesn’t mean shit at this point because he was harsh

he is TOUGH

your first training day with him was almost exciting and thrilling because it’s almost a complete 180 from your past coaches

not exactly unorthodox practices but it was... unique

sure there’s standard serving and passing drills because that was never gonna disappear

but jungkook’s version of training was really something ELSE

yoongi said that they had some of those drills for basketball bUT THAT’S A DIFFERENT BALL GAME

taehyung added that even some of those things you’re mentioning to him, he did it too when he once trained for a swimming competition

is jungkook training you for a triathlon

sir this is volleyball

pls no

intense drills left and right (almost made you pass out)

the girls were hesitant at first too and when one of them dared to ask how bicycle crunches would help strengthen defense

and jungkook actually explains with a cold bite

you don’t know if it’s his enunciation or eloquence in speaking but when he explained

IT WAS BELIEVABLE

he could be pulling things out of his ass and it would sound believable

jimin backs kook tho“it makes sense, y/n. actually when you learn the logisitics of...”

you’ve learned to accept jungkook’s drills by now because admit it or not, you and the girls did see an improvement in your skills and plays

“ʰᵉʰᵉ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵃᶜʰ“

but there’s a slight problem

just a flaw you can’t seem to not dwell on

jungkook’s a bit more harsh towards you :(

and it’s not like you were doing anything wrong!!!

always trying to have your form perfect and your moves calculated

sucking it up when something hurts or aches to prove your stamina

but god it’s at these times you can’t resist comparing yourself to the other girls who seem to be doing just fine for him

damn angelica

angelica’s your roommate for quite some time now ever since your volleyball career started

lol it was quite awkward at first because your teams played against each other but eventually she transferred to yours

the very team you’re both in now!!!

angelica,,,, or rather angel because it was too long so people just called her that,.,,,.,

angel was quite a specimen to say the least

you remember how she introduced herself to jungkook as angelica

you swear you’ve heard angelica

he now calls her angel :(

and it’s not a roommate complex or anything she was a good roommate and you’re basically best friends and only have some tiffs every now and then

but it’s always quite a punch in the gut because

you and angel kinda look alike,,,

almost the same built but you were taller

she was more composed while you were a bit messier

when your backs are turned, people almost can’t tell you apart but jimin always says that “u have a bigger butt tho” and he always raises his hands in defence

“y/n u are my best friend so i always look out for you whenever you’re doing drills”

“dID YOU — were you the one who decided that we should do crab walks around the whole court so you could see my bum??”

“AH!! you picked the perfect shorts for that day! but no, kook thought of that he jus wanted to see how well you held up during things that make ur legs feel like jelly aND THEN have a game after”

they’re just thoughts that don’t leave you

i mean if you physically have some similarities with angel, then why does jungkook only favor angel

in fact wHY IS HE EVEN FAVORING

he was hard to see through if you’re being quite honest

your idolization for him and seeing him in that pedestal in that type of light is quickly diminishing

“high knees, y/l/n. not tired knees.”

these days the only interaction you get with your coach is him chastising you for every little thing you did

jungkook’s going around the circle and he just had to stop by in front of you the exact moment you started slowing down

you hate high-intensity workouts

high knees were relatively easy at this point but the pace and the repetitions he was making you all go through was dRAINING

not to mention that jungkook’s hand was placed on your lower back

or that his other hand was deflecting your bare thighs and even pushing them down to get you stop

he merely purses his lips and that gets the dimples by the bottom of his lips pop out

and if you weren’t kind of enraged at the moment you would actually be back to swooning over your coach who looks deep in thought right now

“another set.”

wHAT

“coach i-...”

jungkook was about to go observe the other girls who are just about to wrap up in sync without you but you just had to exasperate his name

is he hearing disbelief???

he raises a brow as if to say you dARE make me repeat myself again????

“another. set.”

“did you just roll your eyes at me?”

this snaps you back to attention

you weren’t even rolling your eyes at him!!!!

you literally just tilted your head back!!!

“w-what? no, coach! i was exhausted a-and every time i am, my eyes roll to the back of my-...”

the girls were agreeing too bc they’re not blind

they do kinda see the unfair treatment you’re getting even if you don’t discuss it with them

angel was just about to interject and euntak just has her eyes widened while she’s gesturing wildly to the other girls while they try to pipe her down

“twenty push-ups.”

“bUT COACH-...”

there’s almost a defeated whine to the back of your throat and your eyes are just looking for jimin

god where is jimin

he’s by the net which isn’t that far away and you’re looking at him as if to rEIN JUNGKOOK THE FUCK IN

in this court you may be jimin’s player first and friend second but in both aspects, it really wasn’t fair!!!!

but god he’s just avoiding your gaze right now and trying to busy himself with an already fixed net

“make it fifty.”

you’re absolutely certain your coach hates you

you’re absolutely certain that you want nothing more than to cry right now because it will blend in with your sweat and that everything hurts

you’re absolutely certain that you’re exhausted with trying to please jungkook because you get literally nothing

and no matter what he still hates you

oh god some tears are leaking out

you were practically toast

“y/n are you like.,...., alive”

jimin’s very much worried ok :((

he was looking for you because he wanted to explain himself for not stepping in when jungkook was being too harsh and that he knew you expected him to

or atleast needed him to :((

because that’s what friends do :((

eSPECIALLY when your friend is the assistant coach and he could’ve done something for his player best friend :((

but all his impending apologies fly out the window as soon as he sees you look absolutely pulverized

you’re just kind of tearing up unconsciously because you’re so sore and you’re so tired but you don’t wanna move from your position either

“can you carry me? please, jimin? i-i just wanna go home.”

he hears you blubber at once and his heartstrings are being tugged at so hard right now

he’s kind of panicking rn

tired tough training days are no stranger to you and jimin is a firsthand witness of that

but god this was a different type of exhaustion he could see

“ok ok calm down baby let me just get my things”

he’s practically sprinting to the other side of the gymnasium because that’s where jungkook and him observe the lot of you at your plays and that’s where he left his bag

and his frenzy caught the attention of jungkook who’s sorting some things in his clipboard and just humming to himself

he’s looking around like a lost puppy like wHAT HYUNG WHAT WHAT

jimin blatantly ignores him and that got kook slightly pouting

jungkook is younger than jimin yet he gets more dominant whenever he’s in the court and when his head is just too in it, he drops the honorifics

outside the court? he is completely pliable as what jimin could observe

“y/n’s not coming to practice tomorrow.”

he hasn’t even consulted that to you but apparently it’s decided now

you know better than to defy a serious jimin especially in ur fragile state

“why not?”

jimin just slowly blinks as if he even had the audacity to ask why

“u idiot you completely wore her out”

jungkook can’t even think of chuckling at the bit of sexual innuendo he normally would do with jimin because said jimin’s just looking at him straightly

jungkook may or may not be a bit intimidated

“god. she did the same as the other girls — just a little bit more. they aren’t complaining, are they? if they can, then y/n can.”

“bECAUSE you’re not harsh on them like you are with her!”

he is practically yelling at the younger boy now and it puts him in place so now he’s just sitting on the bench with his arms crossed across his chest while jimin veers toward raging

“just because she’s your friend, it automatically means that she gets special treatment from me.”

it’s almost a mumble because he gets a bit childish whenever he fights with his hyungs and to jimin specifically

“kinda like you fucking angel and her having special treatment?”

goddamn

it was just a hunch really

basing off the looks jungkook and angel throw each other sLyLy as they would like to believe; or simply just the fact that on a coach’s perspective, it’s more than praise for doing something right at this point

woop that kinda basically gave him out

jungkook visibly pales at that and he’s sputtering around as he almost launches himself from his seat

“hEY-...”

jimin is not having any of it :D

“whatever harsh game you’re playing with y/n — it isn’t amusing anymore so tone the fuck down.”

that was ice cold

he was ice cold with what he said (rightfully so)

I C E C O L D

jungkook feels guilty

remorse is nipping him by the neck

he may admit now but maybe he might be harder on you than he is for any other player

god he can’t put an explanation to it

seeing you in jimin’s arms looking absolutely knackered kinda put some sense into him

jimin yelling at him put some sense into him

and for the record, he isn’t getting into bed with angel ok

it’s just sexual tension nO BEDDING

he had no room to clear that out with jimin but aNGEL ISN’T THE POINT

true to jimin’s word, you are absent for today’s practice

and the next day after that was a free day

but then after that free day was a holiday

and after that holiday is when training resumes

that meant you resting as you please without jungkook breathing down your neck and instead having countless movie marathons with taehyung and yoongi

they live in another complex and it’s a few minutes away but it was nicer

way nicer

you came over ever so often whenever you wanted to take advantage of the faster internet coverage there and the lighting and the views that came with the apartment

which is atleast 3/7 days of the week

the both of them were just kinda dragged into ur volleyball career

taehyung wanted to revisit playing the saxophone but u mentioned to him that “oH u know what, our team needs a drummer!! and u always said to me that-...”

“YES I WILL TAKE THAT PLS AND THANK U I REALLY DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO THE SAXOPHONE ANYMORE I WAS JUS BEING SENTIMENTAL BUT IT ISN’T THAT FUN ANYWAYS”

yoongi’s backstory as the mascot was more entertaining lmao

he already had a stable job being a barista at this high-end cafe but i mean a little more income would never hurt right

“y/n do i look like i’m interested in being a clown”

“it’s mascot yoongi!! mascot!! god ur already a clown anyways it’s not much of a difference and ur gonna get paid more than you think plus-”

“what did you just say”

“im talking about a three-digit paycheck when u go in games!! higher if it’s one of our bigger games!!”

“wait lol i was about to clarify the clown part but aight it’s ok you got me on the second half”

jimin lived in the same complex as you did; he was just one more floor up

he spent the short break daydreaming with you as you stayed over his apartment

angel’s in your shared apartment with her and she gets it to herself more since you’d much rather hang around with jimin or taehyung and yoongi and do the most nonsense things ever than to be there when she has the occasional one-night stand

that you sometimes make breakfast for

and it makes you very conscious because angel never ends up with anyone but gorgeous looking dudes even if it’s only for a night

:((

daydreaming with jimin in his apartment consisted of taking care of you and letting you lounge around in his couch and getting to use the special ointment that’s always sold out because it tends to the aches in your muscles very effectively

and talking about to how by the end of this game season u are totally gonna chip in and move together to tae and yoongi’s complex

even if it’s gonna cost a bit more of a pretty penny

coach jeon makes you want to wrap this season up as quickly as possible because he makes you want to launch yourself to the nearest cliff

he makes ur work environment suffocating but maybe it’s for you only

because he plays nice to everyone but you

it’s really quite the shock when training resumes again and it’s gonna be more one-on-one since the next game was gonna be the last qualifying game to enter semi-finals

and you’re already preparing for your dread and jimin notices this quickly since you came to practice together today and the whole time he’s just hushing you and patting your head while he drives

you even turn at the last minute when the double doors to the gymnasium are too close to your sight

“yAAA don’t bite me ok i got you covered!!!! i promise that i’m gonna step in once things go south again and i’ll make sure you don’t get worn out!!! i’m giving you the assistant-coach-close-friend pass today alright now-”

jimin was about to be done with his words of reassurance as he has you carried over his shoulder and you’ve given up at this point in trying to bonk his head with your duffel bag while still being suspended in the air when out of nowhere

literally out of nowhere!!!!

jungkook is in front of the double doors and is the first thing you see when you enter viciously greeting

“good morning!!!”

jimin jumps at that and no lie he really was about to yEET you into oblivion if only he didn’t see jungkook’s equally as terrified expression when he saw jimin’s

you’re carefully placed to the ground and you’re really not going for any eye contact nor interaction with your coach as he greets jimin and they decide to talk for awhile

jungkook buffers at that and he’s internally panicking because “wHAT i thought u were gonna say good morning back to me that’s why i stood in front of the doors for like tEN MINUTES!!!”

and the buffer in his step is clearly seen so you freeze momentarily at that and he’s back to being uncharacteristically awkward

“aha!!! hi good morning y/n :D”

....

????

“good morning coach.,.,..??”

he salutes you at that because god he was waiting for a chirpy greeting like you do with him every training session and at the same time he thought you were just gonna ignore him completely

you nod your head at that with a closed smile because wHAT EVEN were you supposed to react to that

jungkook does the unthinkable once again

......

did he just

*finger guns

jimin should not have found this situation funny not at all absolutely NOT

but now you’re gone and so is jimin’s eyes and so is kook’s dignity

the whole time, jungkook was just so calm

the sternness is still there

but god he seems more calm

not once did he even spare a comment for you

you’re all doing planks and then burpees right after and jungkook and jimin are going around and god

jungkook kind of lingers around your position and you absolutely keep your gaze straight

no you are not looking at jungkook

you will not

just no

the drive to ignore him as you mentally ready yourself bc you think he’s about to say something > the drive to try and impress him by exerting more effort and trying to catch his gaze to see some sense of approval

“n-nice form!!”

jungkook mutters for you to hear

and you just falter at that

he’s quick to disappear after that comment

confusion still keeps you afloat and the whole time, you keep shooting looks to jimin who’s just as confused (he’s lowkey proud :D) as you are

at one point you completely mess up your serves intentionally just to see how far this would go

and as he keeps surprising you, jungkook just walks over to your position and wordlessly adjusts your footing, puts his hand to your lower back and the other on your wrist to reposition

what

happening

less talking, more observing

jungkook’s been told and he’s noticed obviously

that you jump really high

like really really high

high even if you hadn’t warmed up nor stretched

high that yoongi is both in awe of you and wouldn’t mind taking a few pointers when he decides to return to basketball and shock everyone with newfound shooting and dunking skills

and you’re not only good with it on defense

you could be a beast in offense

jimin told him that at a game once, an opponent trash-talked you when you were about to come out of the locker room and to the bench

and that was when you became absolutely BEAST MODE

jimin really detailed it to jungkook

“sERVES THAT WERE SO HARSH BUT PRECISE AND DOESN’T GO OUT OF BOUNDS AT ALL!”

“BLOCKS THAT MADE THE OTHER TEAM REGRET THAT THEY EVEN THREW THE BALL TO OUR COURT!!!”

“SPIKES THAT ARE DEADLIER THAN METEORS BECAUSE YOU NEED A WHOLE ‘NOTHER PLANET!! Y/N’S SPIKES SEND YOU INTO OBLIVION”

or according to jimin, for short;

“y/n’s monster rage play :)”

that makes jungkook’s heart flutter for awhile

that information is really doing a number for him

this is his first go at coaching ever since he’s made the switch from playing and he wants to be as fair as possible

(lol he’s quite failing at that)

(but in his humble opinion, you really stood out from the other players without trying)

(maybe it’s because he scolds you often but he’s trying to change his missteps with you ok)

things have been going too smooth for your liking and as much as you were loving it!!!

it was a different experience because omg is this what not being your coach’s shock absorber feels like :’’’’’’)

many sessions pass by that jungkook keeps shocking you with how gentle and kind he was being and you warming up to him

wHICH HE DIDN’T EXPECT EVEN IF THAT’S WHAT HE WANTED IN THE FIRST PLACE

out of a whim did he do a split-second decision to bite the bullet

since you were waiting for jimin since it was his turn to drive the both of you now and he just needed to just fetch some papers from the office and you already took a shower and changed out of your jersey by then

jungkook has had less nervousness in competing for the finals of the regional tournament than approaching you

who’s equal parts baffled and extra baffled

“y/n!! i uhm you see -- i know i haven’t been the best coach at the start and uhm aha you see i just kinda realized that i’ve never apologized to you properly!! and i want to!! i mean i don’t know but aha!! can i treat you to dinner later?? uhm it could be whatever-”

“me??? dinner???”

“yeah!! me!! you!! dinner!! uhm ah -- table!! ch-...”

god jungkook was about to list every single thing he could find in a restaurant

you were a flustered mess that’s talking in question marks

jimin decides to save the both of you by sweeping in at the right minute, slinging his arm around your shoulders

“y/n’s available at 6!! i’ll text u what food she likes and what places you shouldn’t take her too!! aight kook get her home by 11 and pick her up at my place!!”

“jimin did that just literally happen”

“lol yeah what do you think?? you should get ready at my place anyway. the blowdryer you use dims out the light in your bathroom for like two seconds and has like two settings max”

“nOOO i mean coach jeon!! apologizing!!! taking me out???”

“oh yeah that too :)”

jungkook is quite in a shock about what just happened but he’s still thankful

very very very thankful

and like listen he is still very guilty ok

he doesn’t have much of a sensible reason to why he’s being hard on you

he only noticed it when jimin snapped in some sense and he did some reflections and christ did he feel so bad

jungkook’s pulling at all the stops now and he’s making a conscious effort to be not only a better coach but also a better person to you in general

dinner was a success!!!

yes it was awkward for the first minutes but when he got to finally crack a giggle from you because he was trying so hard

he really wanted to cry

you liked jungkook (hehe he told you not to call him coach outside the court or atleast out of earshot from the other girls :D) better when he isn’t scolding you

his laughs were absolutely contagious

and his smile???? he also felt the same because god you were absolutely so precious

he picked up on your quirks fairly quickly

noticed that you and jimin have the same habit of cRACKING your bones

(you’ve been with jimin long enough that wOOP lemme just absorb that from you thx)

and he’s seen you do that in the dinner because you were nervous ok

his head was whipping around because oH GOD DID JIMIN FOLLOW US HERE

anyways you got to know each other v v well

you now knew that jungkook is obviously young to be a coach but he’s made the decision to switch because in his words he said

“there’s a different feeling of satisfaction when you’re the reason for the win and not just the one who wins, y’know? but i’m not saying that i’m the reason alone you won ok!! oF COURSE YOU’RE A VERY GOOD PLAYER AND-”

also knew to how you came around to playing volleyball!!!

it wasn’t exactly a calling but you just discovered that oh you didn’t suck at this sport and you do kinda enjoy it!!!

you might have let it slip that you binged his plays and his cheeks went rED

you got so lost in geeking out and praising him because u were genuinely excited that you didn’t even notice jungkook’s cheeks are hurting so much

or that he’s burying his face in his hands and his giggles are getting so high

he will combust right then and there

“aha you know you and jimin are cute together :D”

he PRAYS you don’t agree

you’re throwing your head back in laughter oh god does this mean you and jimin are a couple

press F for a fallen jungkook in the chat lads

“u dummy we aren’t a couple”

“.,.,..,.,., aha that’s too bad :D”

IT ISN’T A BAD THING

NOT ONE BIT

jungkook’s grinning to his red iced tea hihi

certainly feels like cloud 9 now

he’s apologized to you countless of times now and also to jimin who is just very lax about it but still on-guard

he won’t hesitate to break his streak with kook if he decides to be an ass to you again

he isn’t gonna lie

jungkook is slowly

and steadily

starting

to fall

for

you

can’t help admiring you from afar when you’re playing

even when you don’t meet his gaze intentionally because

“cOACH u can’t look at me like that im gonna out of bounds”

especially when you nail his style that he taught you one-on-one and he swears he has never been breathless more

seeing you getting in ur element how does he put this

yOU WERE BASICALLY IRRESISTIBLE

he 11/10 wants you to choke him with ur thighs

13/10 really wants to hold your hand

20/10 wants to kiss u and boop your nose and giggle to your neck :((((

can you say the same too

you got to see his display of tattoos when u were just about to fetch the car keys from jimin and you didn’t know he was changing shirts and u yelped and he was spooked and :D

it’s positive to say you looked at jungkook’s eyes whenever he talked to u so you wouldn’t look down and have sinful thoughts

there’s a surge of pride with him for that one hehe and you’re glad that you succumbed because seeing his character development was just heartwarming to say the least

and now you invade every waking thought and every sleeping notion

which is why a switch’s been flipped when jungkook woke up extra extra early to be in the gymnasium for the warm-up because today was gameday!!! gameday to see if your team would qualify for the finals!!! and jungkook raised a lot of talk with how the star player is now a coach and he’s quite nervous!!! and-is that you laughing as you enter the doors

are your arms linked who is this dude

wHO

jungkook now has a habit of waiting for you by the doors ever since that time with u and jimin so now he’s quite conflicted

and he could be easily agitated you’re not late just almost late“is there a reason to why you’re late and bringing your boyfriend in for no reason at all, miss y/n???”

you could hear the question marks in his voice

taehyung is blatantly showing his confusion and appallment

he is almost squawking and your hand’s still on his bicep because you’re frozen in place

jungkook literally just sQUARED UP because taehyung’s eyes widened and almost leaned in disbelief

“ah, coach! w-what? taehyung isn’t my boyfriend. h-he’s actually the team drummer. we keep him around sometimes to boost team morale! especially on warm-ups for today’s gameday!!”

there’s some nervousness in your voice because for some reason jungkook looks so dissociated

tae’s sputtering to you “yA i’m the drummer doesn’t he know about me???? every past coach has known me???? why doesn’t he know about me???”

if you called yoongi over to be here earlier, he would’ve spit some bars to jungkook already and needless to say that he’s already fallen down a spiral of insecurity and doubt

did he really think that he had a chance with you?

in his insecurity-clouded mind he’s thinking that you’re probably lying to him

if only he hasn’t delved into self-wallowing and slight rage, his cheeks would be heating up because he called you out and got the drummer and not boyfriend part wrong

“i find no interest in your lovelife, y/l/n. i didn’t ask.”

did he just

did jungkook just call you by your last name

and why is he avoiding your inquiring gaze

the whole warm-up, he doesn’t even spare a glance at you only made comments for the team here and there

you’re filling jimin up the moment the warm-up concludes and he just waves you off that you’re overthinking it and jungkook’s just nervous because i mean after all

this is his first team to coach and the arena you were gonna play at is gonna be packed more and that officials and fans and viewers alike are expecting so much from him and the game would be tELEVISED

“oh yeah right right i should probably calm his nerves”

and before you knew it you’re already going to his usual spot outside because all that needs to be done is for the other girls to wrap up and wait for the bus

hugging’s been a thing for the both of you lately

and he’s big and warm and you feel just right when he embraces you!!! and you wanna melt!! every single time!!!!you’re quick on your feet and you’re hugging him from behind

ok wait there’s no reaction

no squeal

no squawk

no oompfh

“y’okay, kook?”

he feels so stiff in your arms and just distant

he barely hums in response but there’s no fondness in it

“get changed to your jersey.”

and he’s literally quite breaking off from your hug

that’s ok

didn’t hurt at all

maybe he’s just stressed with the pressure that’s all

you’re giving him free pass after free pass until the announcers went on and the line-up began and the game started

the whole pep talk spent with you squeezing in to be beside him in the circle with not even a single glance!!

not even a wave at you when you’re on the line high-fiving the opponents

you were getting frustrated by the minute and you’re trying your best to keep your head in the game but it was hARD

your opponents were relentless and so was your team but STILL

you may be leading by a point now but normally the deficit would be bigger for any other opponent

and it’s a timeout for now and jungkook has his hands on his waist and there is absolutely no way he’s gonna show that he’s borderline furious and frustrated on live television

alright there comes the huddle

“why are you so slow??? your blocks weren’t even blocks!!! iT’S LIKE YOU WERE ALLOWING THEM TO SCORE”

“it’s not a hard concept but have you eVER HEARD OF DIGGING????”

left and right he’s commenting

sure he’s been frustrated in games before but it wasn’t to this level

“angel you were flustered with the ball”

god that made you do a double-take for a second

you weren’t on the receiving end of jungkook’s scolds but suddenly he goes gentle on angel ????

not to beat down on your own teammates but angel screwed up the most

atleast he isn’t mad at you

wait

“Y/L/N!!”

aha you spoke too soon :D

“y/n what were you thinking??? yOU HAD SO MANY CLOSE CALLS TO BEING OUT OF BOUNDS IT WAS EMBARRASSING”

“bUT coach it still got pointed, didn’t it???”

as far as you knew, it was ace after ace when you were on the service line

and as far as you knew

jUNGKOOK WAS THE ONE WHO TOLD YOU TO NOT PLAY SERVES THAT SAFE SO YOU COULD LAND ALMOST A FOOLPROOF ACE

“stop following the ball because you’re leaving your position unguarded!!! tHAT’S WHY-...”

“coach we do that aLL THE TIME!!! if not one player does that then we should’ve played-...”

“CAN YOU SHUT UP FOR A SECOND??”

...

you weren’t expecting that

you weren’t expecting jungkook to yell at you again in that way

and there’s something -- really just something in your gut that he isn’t yelling at volleyball player y/n

not that.

he’s yelling at you

you automatically stiffen and your throat dries faster than how your head lowers with how heavy it feels

before jungkook could realize what he’s done, jimin’s already whisking you away after he’s watched the scene unfold and he’s already holding you still by your shoulders

“hey, hey. c’mon, baby. sit this one out. say the word and i can pull out a sub for you.”

he is genuinely concerned :(

and he is genuinely mad at jungkook

he direly hopes the camera already panned out when he did that because he knows that it was bad enough and he didn’t want you reliving the scene when you review it on tv

jimin’s thumbing on your tears now and before you knew it you’re collapsing to his embrace

you really need the hug right now

and out from the corner jungkook’s just clenching his jaw and his clipboard’s kinda deforming

guilt has yet to sink in

the buzzer chimes and before u know it, jimin’s patting you off and squeezing you tight with the promise that the both of you will go home as soon as this wraps up

you don’t wanna think about angel nor jungkook anymore

not one bit

it’s with a lump in your throat that you enter the court again

you’re zoning out but in the same time zoning in

you don’t even notice the way euntak’s tensing beside you at the way you looked so intense

the bell whistles and

god no one even saw the ball coming at great full speed and-

“dID YOU SEE THAT HOPE??? A CRISP CLEAN SPIKE COMING FROM Y/L/N!!”

commentator seokjin’s voice brought you back

commentator hoseok’s squeals practically reflected what everyone was feeling

it took a collective second

jungkook’s jaw is now unclenched

jimin has his mouth wide open

the committee was reviewing the footage

the referee signals valid

the cROWD GOES WILD

JIMIN’S PRACTICALLY SQUEALING

the game resumes and block after block!!!

spike after spike!!!

jimin practically yeeted the gatorade and everyone is on their feet to literally witness the commotion you’re unintentionally bringing up with how you’re playing

jungkook is at a loss for words and his eyes are frantic looking for jimin

Y/N’S MONSTER RAGE PLAY

SEOKJIN AND HOSEOK WERE GOING BALLISTIC

hope should really consider going into rapping if this commentating gig gets him nowhere

jIN SOUNDS LIKE HE’S CRYING

“yAAAAA!!! FIRE!! THAT’S FIRE!!!”

“woaHhHhH yA!!! y/n deflected a powerful shot like that with ONE hand aHA Y/L/N IS NOT PLAYING FOLKS!!!! SHE SAID NOT TODAY AND SHE MEANS IT!!!”

“that spike!! that 𝓼 𝓹 𝓲 𝓴 𝓮 !!! somebody call NASA because tHERE’S A METEOR SHOWER HERE HUH”

taehyung and yoongi..,.,.,

taehyung is pretty sure he is about to BUST a head

his drumming puts everyone to their feet and brings them over to the edge and it’s accompanying the suspense very well

might he add that he is yELLING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS

he accidentally sent a drumstick flying but no worries he has an extra one :D lol yes dude in the back screeching i feel u

tAE EVEN GOT THE OPPONENT’S DRUMMER DRUMMING TO HIS BEAT

AND SAID DRUMMER DOESN’T REALIZE THIS

yoongi is going INSANE

he is fucking killing it in his costume

he is doing cartwheel after cartwheel

yOONGI DIDN’T EVEN KNOW HE COULD BACKFLIP

BUT APPARENTLY HE CAN DO THAT NOW

jimin is in awe

“oh yeah u see that that’s MY best friend!!! also my player too uwu but that’s MY best friend!!”

before you knew it the game was over and it ended on a high note

an even higher note than how jin’s voice could go

undoubtedly you won that last set

concluding that in fact you won

takes a collective second as you all try to catch your breath before you get to the bench

chaeyoung sCREECHES

“OH MY GOD THE FINALS WE’RE GOING TO THE FINALS”

holy shit

you’re going to the finals!!! :D

everyone’s yelling and hugging and jimin’s caught a bounding you towards him in no time

“did i really do that omg.,.,.,”

“YOU WERE SO AMAZING I CAN CHOKE YOU TO DEATH RIGHT NOW OMG”

yoongi is running to you at full speed and he looks absolutely ridiculous but you bite anyways

“I’M GONNA COOK UP A BUFFET FOR YOU BABE YOU WERE SO GREAT”

you almost bounced off his suit but god no !! he is not done hugging you !!!!

taehyung is spinning you around and he’s throwing you into the air like a baby and you really weren’t ready for it but jEEZ OMG TAEHYUNG DID YOU SEE ME!!!!

at the corner of eye you see a laughing jungkook!!!

you’re immediately scrambling towards him beyond excited because look he isn’t grumpy anymore!!!

and as soon as you get close enough-

“what was that?”

his demeanor instantly changes as he has his hands in his pocket but you didn’t see it switch

you’re momentarily speechless because what does he mean what was that??

you forget for a moment that this is the same jungkook who yelled at you awhile ago

“were you just trying to show off?”

...

one of these days, jimin would really go for decking jungkook

he’s already stalking over to the younger boy and he wants so badly to chew him out

you’ve completely detached yourself from the scene and you’re out as fast as you went in

he’s difficult and everything is beyond difficult

today was supposed to be a day of celebration!!!

but instead you’re spending it walking away as far away from your coach that you can’t stand anymore

it’s a rush to jog over to the locker room with your head trained to the floor and even more-so when you’re crying

beyond infuriating that-

that is too broad to be a pole

you’re almost afraid to look up because oh god who could this be

isn’t this namjoon??

tHIS WAS COACH KIM

you’ve heard about him before

past and present players alike saying that he was the best coach they’ve ever had

he was even the cover for this big-time sports magazine once!!!

he looks particularly surprised to bump into you but looks like it’s not much of a hassle for him

“you were perfect on that court.”

he gives a dimpled smile as you try to connect the dots because you didn’t fight his team. “you’re giving even my star player some pressure to try and keep the momentum up for our round.”

ehe you politely smile at that compliment

“i see your coach isn’t particularly fond of you.”

namjoon was stood nearly to jungkook because he sits at front-row

heard every single word

he was actually meaning to talk to you

but he needed to go to the loo first and well

here you are and here he is

“try-out for me, will you? just for formality. it isn’t even necessary, really. i’ll take you under my wing in a blink.”

you’re quite frozen in place at the offer and how sudden things are going

this wasn’t illegal as you thought

coach kim was more than a decent coach

and well!!!!

it would only be illegal if you take up his offer now and then transfer because you were still bound to your team with a contract that gets renewed every season

and as soon as these finals end, the season ends too.,.,..,

namjoon sees the gears in your head turn and he chuckles at that, giving you a pat on the shoulder as he leans to say something to your ear before he sets off

“i won’t take you for granted in my team — jeon’s first mistake was to let you bow to him when he should be the one giving respect to you.”

....

jungkook’s really done it this time huh

jimin was way harsher this time around

and he deserved that wrath

jimin has to compress everything he wanted to say in a span of ten minutes because that’s the time it took for you to get ready and go home by then and he made a promise

(you wanted to get drunk with the girls but you were too sad to do that)

jungkook was crying within three minutes

he had so much to take away with what jimin said

“y/n is an adult and is my best friend and as much as i want to protect her, there’s battles that only she can fight and unfortunately !!! she fucking likes you!!!”

“you were making progress!! so much progress!! but you became an asshole again!!!”

“taehyung is only a friend and you didn’t even hear y/n out!! you got jealous and insecure and nOW you reverted to being an asshole, again!!”

“being rude and let me say it again -- an asshole -- isn’t and shouldn’t be your coping mechanism when you’re feeling vulnerable, jungkook!!”

by that end of ten minutes, kook was a crying, sobbing, blubbering mess with his face on his hands

“as much as i know you want to apologize to y/n -- not now. she’s had more than enough today.”

so he waits

waits until jimin drives the both of you home and stay over at taehyung and yoongi’s because chef min was gonna cook up a storm

he has your number for coach purposes and he’s really itching to text you an apology

but not today as what jimin said

it’s just four days before the finals start

the first day was a rest day that was well-deserved

jungkook waits

waits until the next day!!!

and then waits

and waits

you ignore him at every step

every practice game is spent without eye contact and you rEFUSE to be even within his peripheral vision

forgiveness isn’t easy,, that much he knows

he’s really about to go feral any second now

made a brooklyn nine-nine reference and jimin was the only one who laughed

gOD he researched the show and looked up funny quotes from brooklyn nine-nine and skimmed over the episodes and binge-watched the cold opens

got pizza delivered

and it was your favorite flavor AND from your favorite place

you weren’t getting up to him as he was getting the boxes open and getting the table set up

he put two slices on a plate for you and put it on your side wordlessly but with a really yearning and longing look

:((((

you refused to even look at him

jungkook’s really feeling like it’s a hopeless case and he goes over to jimin who’s chilling by the commentator’s deck and he looks absolutely defeated

“it’s official hyung.,....,. y/n hates me with her whole life”

“lol drama queen what do u mean?? she’s eating the pizza rn”

YOU WERE :D

ok hope restored :D

he’s also ended whatever pent-up sexual tension with angel like no miss it will nEVER happen and also i really like this girl and-

angel automatically knows it’s you so she respectfully backs off

and kook was :O wait is it obvious

cOACH ARE U KIDDING ME OF COURSE IT’S OBVIOUS

and he’s gotten angel out of the way and he keeps interaction with her at the slightest most miniscule minimum

he has his attention on you 101% even if you give him none

he’s giving out headbands to the team

the branded expensive and really high-quality ones

jungkook gives you a 3-pack one all to yourself

that you were genuinely shocked with because oh damn that is the exact color scheme you wanted and before you knew it you’re mumbling a thank you under your breath

that alone flies him off to the moon

it was back to square one

and it was really a process but it’s a process he wants to keep going at

it was game-day!! finally game-day!!

THE FINALS

he’s really hitting it off with this coaching thing huh

he is far from the perfect coach but oh god he can’t believe it either

warm-up’s just finished and this time he wasn’t shooting glares at taehyung

he even gives the drummer boy a slight bow when he passed him

“yOOOOOOO JEON JUNGKOOK JUST BOWED AT ME DID U SEE THAT”

“yes tae i saw that now ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵈᵒʷⁿ“

he has war flashbacks the last time a final warm-up happened

his nerves are just spiked up and he’s sitting on the bleachers by himself because you and the girls were getting ready while the bus isn’t here yet

he wants to see jimin to try and calm his nerves because he’s the second best thing to you

but no taehyung just had to puncture his drumhead because he was too excited banging it for a warm-up and now jimin’s stressing over to look for an extra one in the stockroom

doesn’t really help because the team you’re going against :D has his past coach for head coach :D

aha :D

his knees are bouncing up erratically and cHRIST

the vibrate of his phone totally didn’t jolt him

not at all

ok you know what maybe this is a great distraction!!! jungkook’s almost excited to open his phone and open a text from an uhm unknown number???

“hey. y/n left her warmer at our bench. can you text her to pick it up?” [1 attachment sent]

jungkook finds this oddly familiar

that was your last name and your jersey number

but that most certainly isn’t the color palette of his team

he KNOWS those colors

the same muted green color with the reflective white lining on the sleeves and-

KIM NAMJOON

FUCKING KIM NAMJOON

he hated that coach

hated that coach so badly because he constantly belittled jungkook’s skills when he was still a rookie

when he got big in the industry, he certainly did not want to be a player for fucking namjoon

and he’s confused because his team didn’t make the cut for finals and that certain bench he knows because he’s seen it countless of times

that’s namjoon’s homecourt and-

fuck

within a second is jungkook on his feet trying to desperately look for you

he’s literally about to burst into the changing rooms and cover his eyes and keep his hands waving around until he gets to feel you

but he didn’t have to do that because he’s already bumping up to you who’s just come out of the locker rooms

before you know it, you’re being tugged by jungkook to go to a secluded area of the court

“jungkook what-...”

“what is this?”

he beats you into finishing your sentence of confusion with his phone almost shoved to your face, making you squint as you grab it from him as he looks like he’s about to combust as you try to grasp for it

wait this was coach kim’s court

it certainly looks weird because

“i didn’t know i even had a warmer.”

jungkook’s eyes almost pop out because did you just basically confess to his hunch???

“y/n you tRIED OUT for him????”

his voice genuinely seems lost and distraught with the way it was raised

you did and it wasn’t even obvious enough for even jimin to sniff out

it was during your rest day in mid-afternoon and it didn’t even take long

just one practice game and namjoon was impressed to death

he’s made sure to retaliate the offer again and again during the one hour that you’ve spent

“kim? really?”

jungkook’s speaking with so much disdain as he mentions namjoon and it makes you falter

you weren’t decided on taking the offer because of course there were lots of things to consider; not just jungkook

jungook who’s losing his cool and looks like he’s on the verge of tears

“you’re my player, y/n! you should’ve let me known!”

“you don’t even care for me as a coach!”

this made him still because you’ve spoke a full-on sentence to him but not in the context he wanted

and what did he just hear

“what did you -- don’t you dare say that i don’t care for you as a coach because i certainly do, y/n!!”

“well you really have a nICE way in making me feel that you care for me jungkook!!”

“and i am sorry!! i am genuinely sorry and trUST me when i say this because there is not a single second that i spend regretting for how shitty i’ve been to you!!”

“i care about you!! i truly and madly and deeply care for you y/n!!”

he’s pulling at his hair now and god there’s so much words bubbling in his throat as he fails to realize that he’s reached his breaking point

“a-and this is my first time coaching and you’re my first team and god !! i don’t want you to transfer!! i don’t want you to be under namjoon’s coaching!! i-i don’t want to fight against you!!! a-and you know what?? i don’t want to lose you!!”

he’s crying at this point

frustrated tears rolling down his cheeks and the sight of it makes you crumble inwardly because it was just tugging at you

begging at your consciousness to just do something; anything!!

“i-i don’t know what namjoon offered you or whatever he said b-but -- i can give you more. i-i’m trying to give you more and i’m trying to give you the best. christ whatever it takes to outbest what he’s offering, y/n!!”

he’s hiccuping madly, lip in between his teeth as he’s trembling

“please don’t leave.”

and god you both know

you both know at this point that it isn’t just about volleyball anymore

it isn’t just about teams and contracts and seasons anymore

it’s about the both of you

you’re speechless and it takes a collective second to sink in everything jungkook just said

you don’t know how to react with the awe and the shock and the conflicted feelings that’s making you jittery either

...

“let’s go to the bus, yeah, kook?”

and he’s wordlessly agreeing with his head hung low and

you sit together

jimin’s kind of feeling betrayed so uhm he opts for the empty set adjacent to the both of you

he wanted to pull out the jumpseat but there’s something in him telling to not ruin the comfortable silence enveloping between the two of you right now

there aren’t words but there is warmth

you’re talking about this

the two of you are gonna talk about after the game yeah that’s the plan

there’s weight lifted from both of your shoulders and kook’s heart feels oddly lighter

yeah he did that

he did just do that

and he’s happy he did

and at the same time he’s nervous and flustered with the namjoon deal but he doesn’t wanna focus on that much right now

what matters is the game and you

speaking of the game

this was the last set that could either make or break your team’s win!!!

it was neck-and-neck

if not for the quick half-hug jungkook pulled you in for before this quarter, you would absolutely be stressed and frustrated to the max

it was a split-second decision and he was suddenly engulfing you in an embrace and he pulled it off by saying “aha high-five y/n go kill it out there :D”

jimin’s just standing there..,,.,,.

jungkook gives him a hug too out of the blue

he’s playing it off he’s pLAYING IT OFF

he’s really tense looking out for the game as it approaches mid-way

he’s cheering by the sidelines and time-out’s gonna be called out sooner or later so he’s looking out for the most minor details so he could point them out

ok ok that was a good set by chaeyoung even if it oddly went a bit too high

no problem!! jungkook knows you could spike it to the court like a beast

and he’s gripping at his seat looking at you

you jump high enough to fix your position and was about to drive it to the opposite side of the court

but fuck you really didn’t notice angel doing the same beside you

and her jump was more short-lived than yours so that meant she landed on her feet first and one second you were grazing shoulders and

fUCK THERE’S THIS SHARP PAIN

this sharp shattering pain that instantaneously makes you wince

hoseok grimaces at what he just saw and seokjin could feel your pain as he reverberates it through the whole arena with his mic

fuck fuck fuck

your foot and then your leg caught the whole impact and the rest of your body falls to the floor

and before pain makes you screw your eyes shut again, you lift your head to see and even doing that feels heavy but tHANK GOD YOUR BONE DIDN’T BREAK THROUGH YOUR SKIN

the referee whistles and within a second angel is by your side and so are the rest of the players

even those who were resting by the bench were jUMPING through the barricade to get to you

jungkook’s running towards you and fuck fuck fuck

jimin’s by your side and he winces at seeing you

euntak looks to the monitor that was replaying your accident in slow-motion

you landed in an awkward position and she could clearly see the twitch and how painful it looked

jungkook was freaking out

he keeps repeating your name and the sight of you crying and visibly looking distraught by pain makes his heart break so badly

he’s holding your hand and squeezing it tightly and everyone else scrambles to get a fan and make some space and rush out the nurse on-site

taehyung stopped drumming and yoongi’s wiggling out of his costume to scramble towards you

you particularly yelp and an extra dose of heavy tears roll out when jimin’s trying to carefully take out the shoe from your foot and your knee-high sock and gOD IT WAS SO PAINFUL

jungkook’s trying to distract you from the pain and he himself is already tearing up because oh god seeing you hurt makes him hurt

he’s cooing and hushing at you and wiping at your cheeks but his heart hurts extra when your head falls to face his thighs in defeat because god the pain really is getting to you

before you knew it there’s medic stalking over and you’re just being put on a two-man stretcher aND FUCK THAT HURTS

jungkook’s immediately standing up and when he turns and there’s one of the officials

“wHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T LEAVE??”

the game was going to be carried out and only jimin was allowed to go with you and jungkook can’t because he was the head coach

and he’s practically pleading because his attention isn’t even on winning anymore

it was just trained on you and the fact that you were hurting and you need him

he was so out of it

oh did his team win

that’s cool

i’m holding the trophy with you and i’m trying my best to smile pLS TAKE THE GODDAMN PICTURE ALREADY I WANNA GO TO Y/N OKAY

wrap it up wrap this whole thing up i wanna go i wanna go to my y/n come on come on

yOU WERE THE MVP!!!!

god jungkook is beyond proud of you and he’s running as he receives the medal for you and he’s having this photo op with seokjin because he gave the medal

it’s pretty hard while he’s smiling

:D “aha sir can i pls leave now pls can i go to y/n” :D

:D “of course so smile properly because this is going to be on tonight’s news hehe also pls send y/n my regards im gonna send in flowers ok” :D

jungkook comes as soon as he possibly could and he’s all breathless as he’s going into the emergency room and oh my god

:(((

you looked like an absolute precious baby

first thing he does is hug you while you’re sitting up on a hospital bed while trying not to disrupt your injured leg

two torn ligaments and your bone kind of shifted and that’s what you could understand through the pain

you’re all casted now though

jimin’s comforting you throughout the whole time because he doesn’t want you to think about your career nor anything else besides yourself at the moment

he’s learned the news through kook’s text that you were mvp and he couldn’t be anymore prouder because you were beyond deserving!!!

jungkook’s the one who breaks the news to you and he’s putting the medal on you and

he just kissed your temple

you’re soft

you are ultimately soft and flustered and so is jungkook

he gets jimin to explain what the doctor said and they both took turns on explaining to how your landing came about in their own perspectives and you wince too because wow that really did happen

all check-ups are done and you’re cleared to go

jungkook out-stubborns you because he highly recommends to just let him and jimin wheelchair you out instead and you can try out your crutches the next day bc he didn’t want you being stressed in trying to get the hang of it

jimin’s already called for an uber and this would’ve been easier if one of you brought your car but you didn’t expect that you were gonna end up in the emergency room lol

kook learns in the car ride home that you were roommates with angel

he’s kinda mad at angel but at the end of the day it was all an accident

it was a collective decision to have you spend the night at jimin’s apartment since he has the bigger bed and the bigger solo space for you to maneuver around

jupiter greets you!!! jungkook’s a bit freaked when this golden retriever was barking at him and the next minute it’s bounding towards him happily

he sits you down and jimin’s already sorting down the things you needed in the counter

“oh yeah taehyung and yoongi are coming over with takeout!! you could stay if you want, kook!!”

you throw a glance at him and he catches it and just slyly smiles

“yeah i’ll stay :D”

safe to say that the bad blood between kook and tae hAS DISAPPEARED ALREADY

and everyone’s engaged in conversation already

(they let u steal as much food you want from their plates because you’ve been through a lot and hearing your injury makes them instantly wince so yeah take my chicken strips y/n)

while jungkook and tae bicker about who’s the first one to get to draw at your cast, yoongi was the sly monster as he is and already wrote his name in purposely terrible penmanship

“oh yeah yoongi??? i bET i can write my name WORSE”

“oh yeah tae??? im not even gonna write my name!! im just gonna scribble”

“tHIS ISN’T A COMPETITION”

and they all settle down like hehe sorry about that y/n im now gonna draw a flower for u

“im gonna paint van gogh”

“im gonna draw tWO flowers”

you and jimin finally discuss that the both of you could move now since both your leases were gonna expire and the season ended!!!

tae chimes in helpfully this time

“our neighbor from our floor is gonna move out!! :D”

jungkook listens and kinda looks from afar in thought about what if y’know

just what if you were to move in with him and not jimin

that concept really makes him grin

you were getting closer with him!!!

lots of apologies later and explanations

kook’s car was bigger and had more room than jimin’s so he aided in with the moving process

jimin’s car is already packed with his stuff and he’s not even halfway through and eVEN THE SEATS WERE FOLDED

ok he may need to take few more trips

jungkook folded all his seats all the way from second row so you could sit right beside him hehe

he and yoongi did almost all the packing for you since standing up for long periods of time still hurt

he did not complain once :D

he was getting alot of things done and ur just sitting on your soon-to-be discarded bed with the fan on you and some snacks in ur tray because he didn’t want you to worry about a single thing

although when he started opening drawers you immediately laUNCHED over to him even without crutches and he was ????

“aHa no sir that is my underwear i will pack that for u thank you very much!!!”

and you’re pushing him down to the bed so he could sit and you’re grabbing a duffel bag you’re gonna utilize in packing clothes

“jungkook do nOt look”

“sure jagi i won’t”

hehe he peeks

that was really cute underwear

and that lace number is that-

you know what jungkook’s just gonna bite into this french toast now he’s just gonna close his eyes and-

wait no that’s gonna make him think

helps you and jimin get settled in to the new spacious apartment!!

comes over every single day and brings take-out or homecooked meals he really spent his time on tRUST HIM

he savors every minute with a sleepy you in mornings just before jimin approaches him with a screwdriver and whisks him away to install another piece of furniture from ikea

comes with you to all your appointments

taehyung and yoongi also

so now there’s four boys sitting with you at your appointments asking questions

“doc, if i hypothetically accidentally kicked y/n’s leg one day, hypothetically will her leg still heal as normally or no?”

“doc what if let’s say you’re printing out some schedules, yeah?? and then let’s say you have like a cast on your leg?? would you or would you not let your friend use your leg as a paper weight??”

“ok doc so what if i wanna take y/n swimming??? will her leg float or not?? inflatables are getting expensive nowadays you see”

“can y/n get back to playing volleyball??”

ok three boys

eventually you could

but then the actual cast would take time before it gets removed

and of course you need rehabilitation for it but it’s gonna take time too

you can’t jump back to the usual course of things that instantly

you need to take things slow

jungkook’s okay with slow

doesn’t care if you can’t participate in the next season because you wouldn’t be fully healed by then

he cares more about you and your wellbeing

besides jungkook likes this

he’s over practically everyday that he just can’t help feel that this was peak domesticity with you

especially now that you’ve gotten the flu from jimin :((

he’s taking care of you so much right now with your head heavy and your nose runny

he would gently rub circles at your back when your head’s aching

jungkook’s massaging your temples with the balm he’s specifically bought for you and there’s instant relief with his fingers :((

“god what can’t you do??”

the ego boost gets him every time

there’s something between the two of you but there isn’t quite a label to it yet

kook’s chuckling humbly at your comment as he sinks in underneath the weighted blanket he bought you a week ago hehe

“i can be your coach.”

he mumbles playfully even if it’s been settled that no you weren’t gonna transfer to namjoon’s team

he’s tried to keep his happiness lowkey but the whole day he was grinning

“i can be a player!! i can learn the drums and duel with taehyung!! i can learn to be in a mascot suit like yoongi!!”

he only gets jealous a handful of times now

“i can cook really good ramen a-and i can make you sleep!!”

you hum at that contently

ramen does sound good now and u know what

you could ask him to make a bowl for you and he would oblige immediately

because truly there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you

“i can be your physical therapist and i-...”

jungkook’s pouting by now, in the same level of being propped up as you as you put a pillow to his back and he’s glancing at you very fondly

“i can also be your boyfriend.”

that you grin to :D

but jungkook’s wallowed again with thoughts because he thinks back again and again

“but i can’t because you still probably h-”

he stops the moment you cup his cheeks and in this lighting he looks beyond angelic

“you can also be dense”

he giggles!! pure out giggles!! doesn’t throw his head back because if anything, he gets even closer to you

bliss

absolute bliss

your lips were absolutely soft for him and he’s being really gentle and god he’s so ecstatic and whipped-

“you’re gonna get sick”

you’re a bit breathless hehe but you pull away immediately at the realization that you were still under the weather a bit

“don’t care if i have the flu.”

jungkook whines at your loss of contact, hand tugging at the collar of your shirt as he looks up needily with his lips pouted

“what i care about is having you.”

#feedback pls and thank u :D #alternate title is mvp bc mvp was too short and most valuable person was too corny hehe #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagine #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook angst #jungkook oneshot #jungkook oneshots #jungkook fics #bts jungkook imagine #coach!jungkook

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It may as well have been a ritual for the both of them by now. Together and safely nestled within the walls of the make-shift establishment, they worked toward the frigid hours of a bitter early morning – easing their weary bodies and preparing for the oncoming day between chuckles and wry remarks amid their fatigued banter. These were the sparse hours between where rest was imperative no matter if one was dream bound or otherwise, and it was entirely theirs. Bruised and bloodied, clothing tattered and torn – joints left strained, and necks left aching. The Doctor grasped the beak of her mask, reaching back with the other to snap the buckle free before prying it away. A low, pained noise roiled deep within her throat with the movement. Much like that, she merely dropped it upon the oaken table surface with an unceremonious clatter. Unsurprisingly, even such simple actions made her feel every machination of her muscle work with a difficulty befitting of a classical strain. Every nerve ending celebrated the sensation in a small series of searing pin prickles, and waves of dull aches that traveled the extent of her lengthy arms to her shoulders. While it never lasted terribly long and would certainly be gone within the hour, that didn’t prevent her from visibly wincing if only then and yet she pressed on – adjusting in order to begin undoing her gloves. Casting her gaze toward the shape of her comrade-in-arms, she realized that she had yet to remove her own coat. That alone had drawn her immediate attention, like a call to arms that must be answered then and only then. The Prospector looked tired; gaze unfocused and adrift – truly, she expected this. Seeing how she had worked that night; all skill, all strength, all beauteous force of nature, animal speed and raw effort -- how could she not ache? Even if she had yet to finish removing her glove laces entirely, she would set that task aside for another moment and much with her own coat it could wait. Choosing instead to assist in unbuttoning Heysel’s coat without fret. She reached for her, hands tenderly braced upon those tired shoulders, before gently rubbing as if to affirm her point of care. For her it was only another way of saying, ‘rest now’ without ever needing to muse it her way. Heysel would certainly recognize it after all this time. “If you would… allow me.” Permission or request, sometimes the line blurred between. Fingers, even while gloved, still worked with familiarity along the front of her coat – an efficiency well suited to the doctor, “You don’t seem like you’re faring any better than I as it were.” Every exact placement well-learned, and effortlessly traveled. Careful hands reached the last button within meager seconds before it too was tugged free just as easily, loosening the coat from her lax shoulders to catch upon Heysel’s elbows lest she let it fall limp to the floor. “This night was a difficult one after all, and you were every bit as glorious, keen as ever and this is why you should rest. Even with that bounce in your step, I can see the fatigue -- do not fret – it is of no grievance.” Her piercing green eyes lifted then from the former task-at-hand. All moonlight and sheer warmth reflecting within the forested depths of her gaze; something about it nearly lupine much like her own and yet… “You have done well,” those same hands move to cup her face before sliding down jaw, and along length of Heysel’s neck. Her fingers curled along the back carefully, and settled there before she gently leaned in and braced her forehead against hers. “There are no words I can give you to express my gratitude for all your hard work. So please, do come rest with me. I just… need to take off my own coat now.” A small laugh was stifled, having been provoked at the mere thought, and with much more left to remove. Somehow that sounded like it would be so much more of a task after the previous events they had both went through hardly an hour before. “We’ll get the cigars after…”

To say that she was tired would have been a gross understatement.

Tired, as a word, summoned mostly examples twined inseparably with worn satisfaction. The strain after a long run, her thighs aching, her breath ragged; the blankness of thought after hours spent poring over books, studying until the mind would accept no more. Effort was its own reward; flesh and brain delighting in being brought to their limits.

But now, as she stood before Helena, watching her take off her mask, readying herself for a moment of deserved rest after another day spent battering and escaping and investigating and surviving, Heysel realized she had no appropriate word to describe the enormity of her fatigue. It inhabited her every fiber; it wore her like a glove. She felt herself defined solely by this desert, this void, every single bit and piece that made the gestalt of her undone by the entropy of this exhaustion, each growing more and more distant from each other. Absolute depletion. Waking anabiosis. No more fuel to sustain the engine of the self. She felt flensed of the intricacies of a person, whittled down into the skeletal essential: there was she; she breathed; the mass of her muscle a weight against her weary bones that slowed her down. Her consciousness could sustain no more than that. That was all. No reward for your efforts today, I’m afraid. A thought that came to her like a voice from a deep well in a dream.

No. Not all. There was Helena, approaching her, a familiar glint in her eye.

Because of course she’d noticed; of course she’d felt the need to intervene- to do something, to say something. That was how the woman was built, as a physician, and as a human being, and as a friend. The two of them wouldn’t have been in the situation they were otherwise; gods, to imagine a universe in which Helena simply turned her gaze away. An easier one. A colder one. And Heysel could only blink, as she felt the pressure of her hand upon her shoulder, grounding, reassuring- wait, was she truly worried? There is no need, she wanted to say, grant me a second to steady myself and I’ll be as new, but Oedon’s grace, so empty she was of everything that speech was a thing to be manually crafted, slowly labored through the systems inside her skull and placed into her tongue- and like that she began to undo her coat for her. If you would allow me. Of course. A formality to ask, but one she appreciated. Somehow she brought her head to tip into a nod. Button after button, Heysel watched her fingers work with care, and soon enough the fabric slid off her and pooled against the crooks of her elbows. A low, relieved sigh escaped through the sharpness of her teeth.

What an impossibly thoughtful gesture, to spend what little energy the doctor had to aid her, because she knew, she knew she wasn’t faring any better than her. Such extraordinary generosity. The absurd warmth of it tilted the emptiness nestled deep inside her like an hourglass, and somehow, small grain after small grain, a modicum of presence returned to her. Not much; but enough to breathe a sliver of life back into the shape of her, visibly so, enough to make the fog recede. The first day of spring after winter.

For a silent moment, they looked at each other, green and brown eyes reflecting light, inhuman, fond. So many words she could have said, and all of them she didn’t. When the Rogue's gloved hand slid around her nape- when she felt the light contact of their foreheads meeting- a surprised, then ridiculous, grateful, small smile bent Heysel’s lips. She could have stayed like that forever, sheathed in the unfettered tender comfort of that moment.

“Ah- don’t mention it,” she began, her words low and soft with fatigue, the patina of amusement thin, but still lacquering her voice. Of course. Couldn’t have lived otherwise. “What are friends for if not to help with shooting and cutting? The basics of any bond, I’d say. And considering my propensions, this is all like bringing a child to a pastry shop.” A wink. “You, too, were grand, as ever. But don’t think I’m allowing this without giving something in turn. Some things must be kept even. You know I enjoy the concept.”

Tentatively, carefully, she extended her fingers to Helena’s coat as well. The tips of her nails grazed the fabric as she worked to undo them, one by one.

“Medice, cura te ipsum, and all that.” The chuckle she gave was wholly soundless. Just a silent trembling of aching shoulders. “Here, give. I’ll hang both of ours. I’d cry momentary lapse on my part, but, it wouldn’t be true, and you’d know. No fooling you, unfortunately. Let us smoke and let us rest. We’ve done enough. And- Helena.”

She flashed her teeth at her. A world of affection in her grin.

“Thank you. You’re a good friend.”

#derjaegermond #hunter au #long post /#sorry for the wait!#gosh this is so cute #women be taking off each other's coat because they care

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vellaphoria · 3 years

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As the Toothed Moon Rises

Title: As the Toothed Moon Rises

Word Count: 4k

Pairing: Dick Grayson/Tim Drake

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Normally when Dick gets abducted, he’s dressed as Robin.

(Aka the lowkey fae abduction fic no one asked for)

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32728960

The security guards ignored Dick as he skulked past them.

As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t blame them; people just got used to seeing something after it happened when something happened nearly every other night for a few weeks.

Still, Dick wished it was somehow physically possible to slam the building’s revolving door on the way out. But, as it turned out, the laws of the universe hadn’t miraculously shifted to accommodate his rather petty whims. And it left him with little choice but to exit Wayne Tower in an orderly and utterly disappointing manner. A shame, really.

Bruce was having some sort of secretive repair work done on the Cave, and apparently it was the sort that necessitated the three of them living elsewhere for the duration. So his brilliant plan was to put them in the penthouse for the foreseeable future.

The comparatively small, thin-walled penthouse.

Living with Bruce already threatened to drive him off the deep end most days, even when they had an entire mansion between them. But a set of no more than six rooms?

It was an amount of space that he probably would have killed for when he was just a kid traveling with his parents and the circus. He tried to remind himself of that as he talked himself down from breaking Batman’s no-killing rule just so that he could strangle Bruce over his morning coffee after having been benched for yet another week straight.

Dick checked his phone one more time as he stepped out into Gotham’s night. One missed call from Alfred stared damningly back at him, but the lack of response from Bruce screamed in its absence.

It wasn't what he wanted to think about.

He walked a block towards uptown before turning his phone off. Then, just for good measure, he pried the back off of it to check for any auxiliary bugs that Bruce might have hidden. Unsurprisingly, there was one nestled in the corner of the back panel. Nestled within the interior of his phone, who knows what sort of stuff Bruce had listened in on since the last time Dick had checked for bugs.

With a frustrated grumble, he pulled it out, letting it rest slightly between two fingers as he put the phone back together before stashing it in a pocket where he could forget about it. As for the tracker, well… he bumped into a conveniently passing man in a suit, using slight of hand to slip the tracker into his pocket.

If Bruce (or worse, Batman) wanted to go looking for him, he’d have to do it in the business district first.

Dick didn’t envy the shakedown that his reverse pickpocket victim would probably have to go through, but he was also frustrated enough that he didn’t really care.

Once the man was out of sight, Dick doubled back, making his way out of the business district entirely.

He let the tide of people carry him, drawn by the siren song of Gotham's nightlife. Neon, dancing, and drunken laughter were a heady cocktail.

It was everything that Bruce hated, at least when he wasn't wearing the playboy persona that the paparazzi couldn't get enough of. So, by default, it was one of Dick's favorite places to go whenever he managed to slip the leash.

Bruce wouldn't come looking for him here. At least, not before Dick managed to forget the argument that had pissed him off so much in the first place.

With an internal shrug, he ducked into the nearest bar. It was a dark, rum soaked haunt that was popular with local Gotham University students. It wasn’t clear if this was the cause or result of its reputation for somewhat lax ID checking.

Not that Dick didn't have a fake or ten if he needed them - undercover work took him to some questionable places, after all - but using those sorts of resources tended to have a way of getting back to Bruce.

Besides, most of the bar’s crowd was too young to drink and flying under the radar without ID. Which meant that Dick, just under six months away from his twenty-first birthday, fit in without an issue.

He ordered the bar, paying with cash and tipping well. In return, the bartender passed him a salt shaker and a shot glass with a lime wedge on its rim. The shot itself was from a bottle of moderately expensive tequila. Not his drink of choice, necessarily, but he could admit to himself that tonight he was out to get fucked up.

Dick poured the salt on the skin between his thumb and forefinger. In his peripheral, he noticed a couple of college-age women, so he turned to give them a wink as he licked the salt off his hand. He chased it with the shot and then the lime wedge, appreciating the burn in the back of his throat.

The women giggled, already flushed from their own drinks.

Well, there was more than one way to get fucked up.

Dick smiled as he sauntered over, ordering a round of shots for the group.

If the bartender had any commentary on this, he kept it to himself as he prepped three more shot glasses.

"I haven't seen you here before," the closer woman said, grinning blithely. She tossed her hair back, tucking a strand behind her ear.

Her friend rolled her eyes at her, but the small smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement.

"Don't mind Steph," she said, reaching for a salt shaker. "She's like this with all the pretty ones."

Steph looked mildly affronted as she smacked her friend on the arm.

"I don't mind at all," Dick said, smirking. "Though she must always be like this if she's friends with you."

Steph's friend threw back her head, laughing. "Cute. But you're not my type."

If Dick wasn't imagining things, somewhere between her laughing and speaking there was definitely an appreciative look that she shot at the low neckline of Steph's dress.

"I'm Cassandra, by the way " she said, holding out her hand across the bar.

"Dick G-,"

“Just the first name is fine,” Cassandra said, cutting him off.

Which...okay then. Slightly bemused, Dick reached across Steph to shake her hand, but she seemed to be too busy stealing the salt shaker from Cassandra to notice. "Nice to meet you."

"Yeah yeah,” Steph interrupted. Now that the introductions are out of the way, are we going to get wasted or not?” She poured the salt before passing it to Dick.

"You read my mind."

Steph smirked. "On the count of three?"

Dick poured a new line of salt on his hand, nodding.

It was only a second shot of the night, but Dick was starting to feel it as soon as he’d finished with his lime. He normally had better tolerance than this...

"You're fun," Steph said, discarding her abused lime wedge in her now-empty shot glass. "But are you also this fun at parties?”

"Maybe I am. Is that an invitation to one?”

"It might be. I do know a place..." In the dim light, something seemed to sparkle in Cassandra's dark eyes as she spoke. For a moment, Dick felt as if he were standing on a precipice, overlooking a deep, dark sea waiting to swallow him whole.

He opened his mouth before snapping it back closed, hesitating. He had just met them after all...

"Cass knows all the best places," Steph chimed in. "Besides, we're supposed to be meeting up with a friend for his birthday. And I think he'd like you."

For a moment, the floor seemed to be very far away. Dick wobbled a bit, but he found that his balance returned to him when he looked back at the two women.

Then he blinked, and everything felt normal.

"Lead the way," he said. "Let's meet this friend of yours."

Steph and Cass smiled widely, the low light of the bar glinting off the points of their teeth.

Each of them claimed one of his hands and, together, they walked back out into the neon-drenched streets.

Continued here on Ao3!

#dicktimweek #dicktimweek2021 #dicktim #dc #jagn writes

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Blog Updates: New Patreon Stretch Goals, Patreon Exclusive Reviews, New Story Arcs and Other Stuff

MHello everyone. For those of you seeing this through other tags my name is Jake. I do reviews on here that are usually full sumaries of an episode of a tv show or comic, with jokes and analsyis throughout. I’m doing this post as i’ve recently revamped by patreon a bit, check out VIA THIS LINK if your curious. I also have some other stuff going on with the blog that I thought might intrest the general public and especially you lovely followers. Thank you guys so much. Your support means a lot and feel free to interact with this post and any of the reviews. it’s always a pleasure. Leave your comments whatever. So let’s start with the patreon stuff

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I removed the Tail Spin content, though rest assured I will be covering Plunder and Lightning sometime this year. But what I replaced it with is even better.

One Danny Phantom Review a Month: YOu like teen superheros? you like ghosts? you like me slagigng off about butch hartman and trying to make it crystal clear his creation dosen’t wholly belong to him? Then you’ll like me reviewing Danny Phantom. And while i’m already doing that, this goal gaurantees one episode a month, and said episode will be voted on by my patreons. So if you pay for this you’ll not only get your monthly dose of going ghost.. but you’ll get a chance to PICK what it is.

Disney Shows To Movies Trilogy : I’ve decided to make it a tradition for my 15 dollar stretch goals to do a bunch of disney movies. And like with my last batch, which you’ll be seeing in may, i’m doing tv shows that got their own movies, theatrical or otherwise. And this time we’re doing MY generatoin: Kim Possible: So The Drama, the best story in the show’s histroy and the best movie in the Disney Channels! Recess: Schools Out! The suprisingly bonkers unsurprisingly awesome finale to an awesome show! and The Proud Family Movie, another UTTERLY BATSHIT finish to a great show. Lost at Sea and Seconds: This one’s for my scottaholics, fourth part of my Scott Pilgrim retrospective coming this week!. If you like me taking a look at Scott’s quest to punch the fuck out of his girlfriends exes while growing up a little, then if you help me get to the 30 dollar tier, i’ll also take a look at O’Malley’s other graphic novels Lost at Sea, which follows a girl who lost her soul and her boyfriend on a trip with what may be Young Neil’s older sister, and Seconds, the story of a woman with issues growing up who finds the ablitlity to travel through time.. or is it space? And some of you savvier readers my know he has nother comic. Where’s that one? wellllll

30 Dollar Tier:

Snotgirl: I’m saving this one for this tier. Reviews of each collected volume of snotgirl, Bryan’s first ongoing series, all three so far and any more to come about, unsuprisingly, a hot mess of a person, this time who might’ve done a murder. You know instead of defintely did a murder but in self defnese and with a longsword.

Gravity Falls Season 1!: One of Disney’s finest finally on this blog. All season 1 episodes reviewed in some way in some shape in some form. Star Vs Finale Arc!: You’ve heard me bitch about the problems in Tom’s story, and wil lcontinue to. Now see the terrible way everyone elses ends! From an amazing build up to an awful finish, see reviews of Every story relevant season 4 episode from Butterfly Follies to Cleaved that won’t already be covered in my tom retrospective. It’s a road to crushing disapointment, come on inside!

35 Dollar Tier: More Disney TV Adaptations!: Doug’s First Movie! See Doug get really fucking weird in his sea monster based movie with a punch line of a name! Teachers Pet, a great movie out of a show I barely saw! Kim Possible Live action! it’s suprisingly okay! and Recess Taking the Fifth: a compliation movie for a season we sadly never got.

Gravity Falls Season 2: Buillding on the first reward Gravity Falls Reviews will go beyond the first season and finish the job. From zombies, to dipcifica, to ford to weirdmageddon, I’m doin it all.

40 Dollar Tier:

Two HUGE Disney Focused Comics Retrospectives!

Darkwing Duck: In addition to the show, i’ll start reviewing the awesome follow up comic that got me into it. From the start to both finishes: the unathorized crossover finale and the sadly short lived sequel series from joe books, the worst mistake disney ever made that wasn’t racist, before Artemis Fowl said hold my beer. Also the short lived Ducktlaes series because why not.

The Incredibles!: The Family Dynamic! A comprehensive retrospective featuring reviews of the movie, the Mark Waid followup, the sequel that ignores said followup and the incomparable Christos Gage’s followup to THAT movie. Also that wonderfuly awful failed tv pilot bob made that he and lucius did a mst3k of.

45 Dollar Tier:

Disney Flims Lilo and Stitch a Thon: All four lilo and stitch movies, Lilo and Stitch, Lilo and Sitch 2, Stitch and Leroy and Stitch! All the hawaii, aliens and sequels you can handle!

Amphibia Season 1: I’ve done Season 2 as it comes out, i’ll be doing the same for season 3, so help me get here to see the start at least once a month, but two at a time!

50 Dollar Tier: The last one for now. I’ll probably go to 10 dollar tiers after this.

The Owl House Season 1: While I wait for the second season to start so I can cover it, have me do the rest of season 1! The only exceptions are the already covered Enchanted Grom Fright and the earmarked for pride month wing it like witches!

The Two Loves and 87 Mistakes of Mordecai: A regular show romancetrospective, as we go through the downs, ups, higher ups and crushing lows of Modercai’s romantic arcs from regular show. His crush on margert, making his move, moving on, moving on to cj, and then the horrible cluster fuck I’ve talked about nonstop and will again and again as one of the worst romantic arcs in memory as they shot the relationship in the foot head and groin! Force me to relive it all!

So yeah I’ll add more tiers, again probably 10 dollars apart if I get to 50, but given I barely got to 15 i’m not optimistic. PROVE ME WRONG. HELP ME HIT 50.

Other Stuff:

Finally outisde of Patreon, that was the main reason for this, I have news on my various arcs. For one thing i’ll be trying to keep the pace better, so expect at least one entry a month for ones i’m doing on my own time like the tom retrospective, life and times and Scott pilgrims. Ones kev does will be done weekly to keep my wallet afloat.

I also have two more retrospectives incoming! The first is paid for by Kev: I’l lbe tackling ALL THREE SEASON 2 ARCS OF DUCKTALES 2017. After the headache of trying to cram the della arc into three weeks to keep up with the lena one, I decided i’td be better for pacing if I did all three at once and kev agreed to it, if using his patreon reviews to cushion the blows. So starting next month i’ll be covering the Louie, Della and Glomgold/Owlson arcs, swapping between them in episode order. With that I should be FAR closer to having covered every ducktales episode. Granted i’ll still have 17 to cover, but it’ll make that much more managable.

The second comes in June specifically timed for Pride Month. With Scott Pilgrim Wrapping up in August just in time for the movie’s anniversary, I decided to start covering another one of my faviorite comics of all time. It’s time to transform, roll out and make this precoius it’s Transformers More than Meets the Eye! For those of you unfamiliar it’s an idw comic that follows a rag tag group of transformers, about half of them gay or gay coded, on a mission to find the lost knights of cybertron and bring ballance to a post war cybertron.. which quickly devloves into hyjinnks with a side order of heartrending deaths and charcter development... and references to dexy’s midnight runners.

So that’s all for now. thank you for reading, please support my patreon as the next pay term is at the start of next month, so if you want me to start on any of those stretch goals, nows the time. Please help me earn a living and until all are one, i’ll see you at the next rainbow.

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synchronmurmurs · 3 years

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Apricity

(noun) ; the warmth of the sun in winter

Evette x Credo

So a while back, I slapped some tags onto this post, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it ever since, so here I am with another short ficlet to get it out of my system, so I can concentrate on more important things. 🤣 Not posting it to AO3 just yet, just in case I want to refine it a little. 🤔

Photo by Eduard Gordeev

Unsurprisingly, the cold had snuck up on them.

Well, perhaps only for one of them.

For those unfamiliar with Fortuna's climate (in plainer words, people like Evette) they would be forgiven for thinking the island is of mild temperate all year round. The port city reaps all the benefits of the ocean breeze, but the further from the city one moves, the more erratic its weather; all side effects of the dormant hellgate beneath the city. The perpetual snowfall upon Lamina Peak is one such miracle.

But Credo had known that once the sun dipped below the horizon, soft and slow, as intimate as the tide, temperatures would drop within the hour. He'd known Evette, dressed as she was, was ill-equipped to deal with freezing temperatures. He knew - all of this - and yet he still made no indication of such. Did not hurry her home, even as the sky darkened and her breath began to fog. As the stars began to light up the sky; as a gentle snowfall began to settle, a sprinkle of stardust in her hair at first, and then in thick sheets over the ground and canopy of trees; as the moon rose, and her gaze lifted skyward in awe, it had slipped his mind completely.

Is it selfish of him? That he clings more and more to these moments with her? As a human, as

Credo

, he only knows her as loud. Boisterous. Childish, untamed and wild. But as he is now, an Angelo, the very last in a long and tragic line, he sees her in her silences, more telling than the stream of unconscious thought that she deals in. The way light reflects in her eyes. The respect she has for the uncontrolled, and the uncontrollable.

He sees her.

And he would give, more and more and ever more, to be with these parts of her that only ever bubble to the surface through the lens of her camera.

So he does nothing, merely letting the snow fall in silence. It is a blanket. A buffer, a shroud that will hide them from the rest of the world, isolate them from their normal routine. Whatever this is, whatever is budding in this cold winter, he wants it to flourish.

And he thinks, he hopes, that in her silences, the way she takes his outstretched hand, and lets him lead her into the hollow of a once great tree, that she's putting her hopes into this bloom too. The chill is unforgiving, and the night has only just begun, but tucked away in secrecy under silver moonlight, by the flickering glow of a campfire, they sit and watch the snowfall together. He knows this moment is fleeting, a temporary pocket of time that will disappear with dawn, but that's a problem to face several hours from now. For the moment, Credo is happy to sit and watch her lift her camera to her face, clicking intermittently between careful shuffles across the floor. He loves the sound of that shutter now; it tells him that she's losing herself to her surroundings, capturing on film to keep forever, that special way she views the world.

There is much that Evette is; slippery as an eel; immature; silver-tongued, always outlandish, fabricating excuse after excuse as to why she hasn't eaten, or why she hasn't bathed in days, or why she doesn't do any of the things any upstanding person would. But she is never more honest than when that shutter blinks.

She will never again be more mild than when she takes his hand again and climbs into his lap. Curls right up against his chest, warmed by flame and by feather, and sleeps.

When the morning comes, Credo's lap is empty.

Evette is gone.

He's briefly alarmed; it speaks to just how lax he grew that somebody shifting, moving, leaving, in such close proximity would go unnoticed. His eyes travel to the charred remains of the fire, nothing but a smoking pile of cinders, then to the entrance of the hollowed tree, where the freshly fallen snow lays puffy and thick.

Where a set of boots have left deep depressions.

He feels himself relax, eyes sliding closed momentarily as he breathes a silent sigh. Then he rises to his feet to follow the trail she'd left behind, ducking through the opening in the tree. He's greeted with an instant chill that ruffles his feathers, the residual warmth of their little refuge chased away by a crisp brisk, just as the night is driven away by the beginnings of the sun peeking over the horizon.

Her tracks are erratic, sometimes looping around, sometimes swerving madly, but her intent is not to mislead; Evette follows the lens of her camera first and foremost. And on this still morning, where frost still clings to the trees, it leads her to the swell of a brook where she sits crouched by the edge. Her camera hangs around her neck, and though there's no chance that she didn't hear his arrival - he is, after all, double her size - she makes no acknowledgement of his presence. Her element is her own, and that too, Credo finds he respects.

She dips the very tip of her finger into the running water, flinching back immediately perhaps in surprise at how brisk the water is, laughs to herself... and then does it again. She only looks toward him when he lowers down onto one knee behind her, smiles in a way that she only ever shows to Credo Angelo, warmer than the glow of the sun, and then flicks some of that water into his face.

Even her laughter is different here. A little more subdued, but no less sincere, and against the backdrop of sunlight on fresh snow, he thinks for the first, but not the last time, that there is beauty not only in how she sees the world, but in her too.

Fortuna's winters no longer seem so harsh.

#credo thirst #credo x oc #Evette/Credo #dmc #credo #evette #would love to use this photographer's work as base inspo for Evette's photography but that makes me feel bad for some reason?#like I'm stealing somebody's work somehow 😶💦#his shots are absolutely stunning though #please give his gallery a browse 🙏

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filthfichunter · 3 years

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Decided to upload one of the scenes/ideas not originally included. You can read the whole thing on AO3 here

Coda to Peace and Quiet

Chapter Warnings for: Object insertion, belly bulge (see tags and previous chapter warnings) my writing style is best described as flinging words at a wall and seeing what sticks. Not beta read sorry!

This could stand alone, the basic scenario from chapter one: Geralt using a drugged unconscious Jaskier.

Enjoy!

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Part of the reason Geralt had started on the whole enterprise was to get some rest for himself. While fucking the unconscious bard as often as he wanted had started out invigorating, it had become almost obligatory.

Geralt didn't want to fuck his bard every night, but after his initial reticence was burned away it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity.

The potion ingredients weren't cheap.

Undressing Jaskier, propping his lax body up in some accommodating pose and fucking untill he was ready for sleep himself had become stale.

Geralt wasnt uncreative. There had been variety in the way he tupped his friend. Including inventiveness that came about from afternoons on the Path blocking out the worst of Jaskier's chatter with fantasies about fucking. And contemplation about the logistics involved in carrying them out.

Some didn't require much extra in way of material. A log the right heigh and sturdiness. Rope enough to get Jaskier strung upsidedown from an overhanging tree limb. A treat to bribe Roach into taking two passangers on a trotting midnight path round and round the campsite, Jaskier jolting up and down impaled on Geralt's cock.

As a Witcher he had many tools at his disposal.

Some required additional clean up time to consider. It had taken half the morning after to clean, and repolish the length of silver chain he kept for securing shapeshifters.

It had been worth the bother.

On that night he hadn't been interesting in fucking Jaskier. Instead he had decided to see how many links of the enchanted silver chain he could feed past the rim of Jaskier's puffy (no longer virginal looking) asshole.

Each link was as thick as two of Geralt's fingers held together and as long as an egg stood on its end, not a challenge when compared to the other things Geralt had successfully stuffed into the bard already.

And all that before you took into account the size of Geralt cock, which the bard was taking regularly with minimal preperation required at that point.

The challenge came in the sheer number of links available. The chain measured nearly fifteen feet and was heavy enough (and valuable enough) that it normally lived in a special enchanted pack attached to Roach's saddle.

The special pack was also treated on the inside so that the silver chain was less likely to tarnish, a slick film covering the surface.

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Jaskier's ass was spread open and pointed up to the sky, his head and upper back touching the ground while his knees rested bent near his ears shoulder width apart. Geralt had heard the pose called a plough, and had put name and form to function using it on numerous occasions for fucking.

It gave the best vantage point for seeing what could be stuffed into that much beloved body.

The bright cold silver almost sparkled in the moonlight as Geralt pressed link after link down into Jaskier's depths. He had an upclose view as the weight of the chain drew the length deeper and deeper.

The first few had been easy. The puffy wrinkled rim opened over the widest part of the chain link before reflexively clenching tight from the chill of the metal.

Jaskier's rim fluttered open-close open-close with each new addition. Between the weight of the links and the contractions of over worked muscle each new silver link seemed to almost be pulled down one after the next.

A little past a quarter of the way there was a wave of muscular spams that rolled through Jaskier's usually pliant body. Geralt had to stop and massage the lightly haired belly. His little toy was likely cramping from the weight and unusual pressure being placed against his insides.

If he pressed down hard enough into the soft vulnerable flesh of Jaskier's body he could almost feel where the hard metal chain was starting to bunch up. He could hear the faint rubbing of silver against silver with his Witcher hearing. The dull rasping metallic sound audible even through the layers of flesh, muscle and skin.

At the midway point Geralt had to start adding more pressure behind each new insertion. Each new link pushed the last link deeper, but there was only so much space to start with.

The constant hard pressure of the metal links moving across and up against his prostate had Jaskier's cock leaking a near steady burble of clear seminal fluid. The bard's cock was only halfway to hard, more flacid than not, but from that point on Geralt made it a point to include it in the deep massaging rub. The belly was noticeably more pooched out than when he'd started.

He developed a routine. He would push a link in, run his fingers around the sweetly swollen rim of Jaskier's asshole (bisected by the chain still remaining), and then make a circuit with his hands over the rest of his favorite parts on display.

He would roll his knuckles, deeply pushing hard along the seam of perineum, cup and squeeze Jaskier's not unsurprisingly large testicles, ring his fingers around the full blown erection for a few pumps before turning his attention to palpating under his friends belly button, up over abdominals and back down to his asshole. He'd push in the next link and repeat.

Over and over untill with a good 18 or 20 inches still left Geralt decided it would probably be safer to stop.

The last link was only half way inside, the widest part of it kept pushing out and back into Jaskier along with his breathing. He was overful, burdened by the odd position and the heft of feet of silver resting inside his body.

Insertion done with Geralt sat back onto his knees and prepared the main part of the evening. Sure to wear his friend out so that the next days peace was guaranteed. A sore tired bard would welcome a chance to doze on the back of Roach and wouldn't sing, or compose verse, he would just be docile and thankful to Geralt for the kindness.

His favorite variety of Buttercup.

He quickly rolled the bard over onto his back. In that position the swell in his belly was obvious. The taut stretched skin appeared almost embossed by the chain visibly straining against it's over full container.

Geralt took the very last link in the silver chain and staked a long 'U' shaped stake through it and into the hard sod covered ground. Jaskier wouldn't be going anywhere.

The thing about enchanted silver is that it reacted much like his medallion, vibrating in the presence of specific spells.

Geralt cast Quent, erecting a protective circle around his friend. Immediately the entire length of the chain began to writh and vibrate. Jaskier's confused over stimulated, and overwhelmed body tripped over into a climax, cum spurting out on to a belly vibrating from within.

Three or four links had been forced out of Jaskier's ass by the contractions of his channel. He'd likely push more out with each following orgasm too.

The slick seed of Jaskier's release danced rapidly up and down, it looked like a rain puddle disturbed by the passage of a herd of trampling horses, or left over wine dancing within a goblet, disturbed by the loud noise of a banquet hall.

Geralt added his own cum to the oscillating mess.

The spell should last untill dawn. Meanwhile he could rest and still have time to retrieve the chain, clean it, pack it, and then quietly meditate before the potion wore off and Jaskier regained consciousness.

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I have one or two other outlines for the other cut scenes, let me know if there is interest! 1) spectral black dog with ectoplasm jizz, 2) hair removal, Geralt shaving 🪒/magic-ing Jaskier hairless, 3) shoot me a prompt and I'll see what inspires

#cw fh writing #cw fh object insertion #cw fh belly bulge #DeadDoveDoNotEat #cw fw non con somnophilia #cw fw non con drug use

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loanborder8 · 2 years

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Why Pelvic Floor Health Is Important To Your Pregnancy

make your vagina tighter The pelvic floor muscles unsurprisingly also play an important role after a birth — especially after a vaginal birth. In fact, giving birth vaginally is linked to a high rate of urinary leakage in the first few months after pregnancy, also called the postpartum period. This is true even for people who may not have had any issues with urinary leakage during their pregnancy. A strong pelvic floor helps you heal faster after birth by improving blood flow to your pelvic and genital areas and lowering the amount of swelling there. Don’t be discouraged if you don’t see results right away. According to the Mayo Clinic, Kegel exercises may take as long as a few months to have an effect on incontinence. You should feel like the muscles are squeezing together and lifting inside of the pelvis. Unlike other muscle groups in the body, you cannot show someone how to do a Kegel and it’s impossible to tell if a clothed person is doing a Kegel correctly. Urinary incontinence, fecal incontinence, and sexual dysfunction can all signal that your pelvic floor muscles need some attention. If exercising doesn't bring improvement, it might be a good idea to speak with your doctor or book a few sessions with a physical therapist. A hypertonic pelvic floor happens when the muscles are too tense and become difficult to relax, leading to pain, spasms, constipation, painful sex and a stronger urgency to pee. When the pelvic floor muscles are lax — too loose — urine leakage, an increase in urination frequency, pain and the feeling of urinary retention are common side effects. If you’ve tried and have trouble doing Kegel exercises, you may want to see a physical therapist who specializes in women’s health, specifically around strengthening the pelvic floor. Kelly Morales OB/GYN, we’re committed to helping women have the best pregnancies and healthiest babies possible. In 2019, UCSF surgeons implanted a new type of device that allowed a blind patient to see light and shapes. When this tiny implant receives signals from special video glasses worn by patients, it stimulates the eye's optic transmitters. UCSF is one of just a few hospitals in the U.S. that offer this procedure. So practicing quick contractions with coughing and sneezing will help to retrain your body and have less leakage by improving your muscle coordination. As our hormone levels naturally decline, it leads to vaginal dryness, thinning of the vaginal lining, and even pain during intercourse. A decrease in estrogen can lead to muscle loss, including in the pelvic floor. Exercising those muscles regularly is one way to stay on top of these natural changes. Like any group of muscles, it is in your own interest to keep them in good shape – so really everyone should be exercising their pelvic floor muscles from childhood through to old age. Pelvic Floor Exercises can help both men and women gain more control over bowel movements. If you think this might be the case, a Pelvic Floor Therapist can help you maximize your efforts. Also keep in mind that the releasing portion of a Kegel is just as crucial as the tightening—the clench and relax constitutes one Kegel. "Over-clenching can shorten the muscles of your pelvic floor and cause them to pull on your bladder and urethra," Stein says. This can increase your risk of leaking urine and actually make it more difficult to achieve orgasm during sex. Aim for 3 sets of 10 reps of Kegels per day—you can do them any time, anywhere, as no one can tell you're clenching and releasing. Another common type of pelvic floor problem is prolapse, which happens when the pelvic muscles and other supporting tissues become weak and cause the organs in the pelvis to drop out of place. If you try to contract muscles that are already tired, they won’t be able to respond. Your doctor can help you figure out if this applies to you. Both activities will result in stronger pelvic floor muscles, so increment either or both, until you reach 10 squeezes held at 10 seconds 3-6 times each day. It’s very important that you relax fully between each contraction and that you don’t hold your breath. Always spend the same amount of time or longer relaxing your muscles as you did contracting them. Before you start, get into a comfortable position so your body is relaxed. Most people prefer doing Kegel exercises when lying down on a bed or sitting in a chair. Once you’re familiar with the exercises, you should be able to do them in any position and in any place, such as standing and waiting in a line. A gynecologist named Dr. Arnold H. Kegel invented it in 1948. When done correctly, Kegel exercises can make your pelvic floor muscles better in shape and give them the ability to support pelvic organs like the bladder and uterus more efficiently. Keep reading to learn more about kegel exercises and Alpharetta pelvic floor rehabilitation. Pelvic floor physical therapy involves biofeedback and exercises to encourage relaxation and strengthening of the muscles of the lower pelvis. A physical therapist places biofeedback sensors on the vaginal wall to measure muscle tone and the strength of muscle contractions, which are then printed on a machine for you to see. After practicing your exercises at home, you can see your improvement on the machine the next time you visit the physical therapist. Place the ball of your right foot on the ball about 6-10 inches in front of you while balancing on your left foot. Inhale as you press your right foot into the ball, rolling from your medial arch to the front of your heel. Apply as much pressure as you can, to the point where you feel that hurts-so-good sensation. You will be treated with dignity, compassion, and respect as an individual. Pause 1-2 seconds at the top and return to the starting position. Your spine should be against the ground, with knees bent at a 90-degree angle, feet flat, and arms straight at your sides with palms facing down.

#how to make your vagina tighter #kegel balls

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