These are a little shorter than usual because there are twenty two of them and I had to share the wealth.
He doesn’t normally eat sweets, but with you, once a month, he will make an exception. He knows all of your favorite treats, stocking up the bedroom with them and the two of you work together to get through it all. There’s chocolate and sour candies, gummies and chips, cookies and icecream. Once, he even tried to make a batch of blueberry muffins because he knows you like them and you both decided that he should stick to cooking instead of baking. Rowan knows that during this time, food is the way to your good graces, and he always delivers.
Cuddling. You and Rhys cuddle all the time, but when you are on your period, somehow it ends up happening even more. He wraps the two of you up in tons of blankets, like eight pillows stuffed around your heads, and allows you to figure out the configuration of your bodies. Sometimes, your legs can be entwined, other times your knees are up and you’re tucked under his arm. He lets you lay on top of him, using his chest as a pillow as he runs soothing patterns up and down your spine. It relaxes you to no end.
You curl up in the blankets next to her, your head on her lap and Aelin will read for hours. She will go through two books in one cycle and her melodic voice distracts you from any sort of discomfort. She does funny voices for all the characters, and makes comments here and there about how something is stupid, or how she would have written it differently, etc. And the books range in genre depending on your mood. And Aelin always knows. One look at you on the first morning and she just shrugs, ‘Sci-fi adventure it is.’ and then heads to the library, coming back later with a stack to choose from.
With her artistic abilities, Feyre is amazing at painting nails. So, when it’s your time, she sits down and gives you a pedicure, massaging your feet before painting little flowers on your toes. When she’s done, she’ll cap the bottle and place kisses up your body, making you melt under her touch. When her lips finally reach your own, you pull her into a passionate kiss to thank her for the treatment. You can’t go too far though because Feyre will not be happy if you smear the wet nail polish on the sheets.
For those that have the opportunity to go see it over the next few weeks, honestly, congrats and have the BEST time. I’m so happy for y’all and omg you have to tell us everything.
But just a few things.
Some general theater etiquette?
PLEASE DON’T TAKE PICTURES OR VIDEO. Don’t try to snap something during “to be or not to be,” don’t even think about trying to record “what a piece of work is man.” It’s rude, you’re not as sneaky as you think you are, and it’s not allowed like at all. Don’t risk getting removed from an extremely exclusive and intimate performance, please.
Also don’t text??? Or use a phone PERIOD? Yes, I know your cousin’s wife who couldn’t get tickets is living vicariously through you rn, but she can read the play on her own and you can recap her later on Tom’s performance. Honestly, no mater how dim your screen is you can tell when someone’s on the phone. PAY ATTENTION to the stage and leave the world behind for just 3 hours. All parties will be happy.
This is apparently going out of fashion/not terribly known but dress nice(ish)? It’s respectful of the ~theatre~ and also the actors, like this is something that you don’t get to do very often. Shorts and tennis shoes are a huge no; just use discretion and your best judgement. Think maybe like Sunday brunch with your grandparents, idk.
KEEP. YOUR MOUTH. SHUT. PLEASE. Do not squeal, do not scream at the top of your lungs “I LOVE YOU TOM” during bows. Immediate reactions like laughing (where appro) or sniffling at a cry or gasping, yeah homies do what you want. But if you speak you may or may not get punched in the face. Don’t get punched in the face, I care about y’all.
Other (common sense??) etiquette
As of right now there is not a RADA sponsored stage door after the show, but hey idk that may change?
If it does not change, maybe, idk, do nOT STALK TOM!!!???? Or any other actors? Don’t follow him to the tube or his car or his bike or anything?
If that does change, ^^^ same rules apply? Tom, Ken, and the actors are still human and are doing amazing things with this production, please honor that. For the love of HUMANITY be respectful. Say it with me: re-spect-ful.
Like I said I love y’all and I sincerely do not want any of y’all (or there to be one at all) to turn into the Bad Fan Story™ of the season. Don’t give me heart attacks then I’ll be sad
That about covers it, I think? Again, for the ones that are going, cherish every fucking second. I can’t imagine how intimate the theater and experience is going to be, and I’ll hang on your words for the next few weeks. Be good sweet children here’s a Tom kiss
Peter Parker taking care of you while you're on your period
Hey guys. So it’s been a while since I’ve posted.
I’m in a double degree of nursing and business (and I really hate business) and trying to drop the business part has been taking up some time and also I had no fucking wifi for a month now because let’s just add that into my life (wifi is back though)
Also starting a new semester at uni and bio seems really full on so I may post less because I really need to pass bio and have been throwing myself into studying for it for the past few weeks so I’m not lost in class (it was just our first week)
So busy busy for me
But other than that, I love Peter Parker and Tom Holland but don’t see as much written about him so I’m gonna try change that by contributing some work. I hope you all enjoy
Peter Parker taking care of you on your period would include
him coming to your room
"Hey baby, are you feeling okay?“
"No. It is a bad, bad week for me"
"I know. I’ve got it marked on my calendar"
* Him getting in bed with you and your electric blanket AND heat pad/pack
Drawing patterns softly on your back and tummy, knowing it distracts you from any discomfort
Pulling out chocolate for you from his bag pack
Letting you move about however you want and not complaining once even if it makes him uncomfortable
Him calling Aunt May when he thinks you’re asleep "May, what else do I do? Can she lose too much blood? Do I get her stronger pain killers? Will she cry if I show her the teddy bear I bought her”. Something which made you smile immediately
Butterfly kisses all over your face
After he does it a few times and you’re not so uncomfortable around him on your period he notices the way you heatedly stare at him
“Babe, you know how you said periods are all hormones and more hormones? Does that mean you get, uh, y'know, horny?"
"Well I don’t stare you like you’re James Dean because I’m not horny"
Him understanding the limits to fun time on your period but making it all about you. Neck kisses. Gentle worshipping of your chest. Grinding when you really need it.
"Cmon, I ran you a bath"
Babying you unlike anything you’ve ever seen. Including from your parents.
Telling you stories about the avengers and his crime fighting adventures
Playing with your hair, even when you tell him you hate it when anyone plays with your hair, although you secretly make an excepting for him
"I know it hurts. Come on, use my hands, squeeze em. There you go.” He soothes while rubbing your back
Him not being grossed out when the nausea hits. Because of course you get cramps, bloating AND nausea
"I’m not leaving. It’s not gross, it’s normal"
Him making you drink extra water and bringing your fruits because you love fruits
“I don’t care, I don’t believe in blowjob week"
Half sitting with you in between his legs, sleeping while he looks at you and wonders how he was lucky enough to have stumbled into your life
“I-I, um… I want…” Taehyung’s face turns an adorable shade of pink. He starts to fidget with his fingers, and he bites his lip and suddenly refuses to meet Jimin’s eyes. His voice drops to the cutest whisper Jimin has ever heard from him, repeating quietly, “I want you to um… t-to finger me. With your uh, with your rings on.”
About half an hour ago Logan had come into the commons, mumbling something incoherent before bursting into tears. Patton had quickly wrapped his arms around the other, running his fingers soothingly through his hair.
“What’s wrong?”, he asked gently after Logan had calmed down somewhat.
Logan sniffed, murmuring something.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I-I don’t have emotions.”
“…What?”, Patton asked incredulously.
Logan scowled as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’m the logical side. Of course I don’t feel emotions. It’s just…everyone keeps bringing it up and…I know I’m broken, but it hurts to have everyone remind me all the time.”
His voice cracked at the last part, lips quivering and eyes filling with tears again.
Patton’s heart broke at the sight of the normally stoic side breaking down like this, openly showing his emotions for once.
“Logan”, Patton said, gently brushing the other’s hair out of his face, “if you’re really emotionless like you say you are, then how come you are able to cry?”
Logan blinked, not having thought of it that way. “But-the others-”
“The others aren’t always right, you of all people should know that. Now, let’s see…you’ve definitely felt sadness before, what about…love?”
Patton smiled. “Well, it’s when you want to spend your whole life with someone, when you would do anything for them, to see them laugh and smile…it’s when you get a fuzzy feeling in your stomach, a bit like butterflies, and when you blush when you’re near them.”
Logan blinked. “I…I have felt that before.”
“That’s great! I can now say with 100% certainty that you do, in fact, experience emotions! And as for the person you are in love with”, Patton’s beaming smile wavered slightly at that part and he felt a pang of jealousy. “Well, I for one advise you to make a move, I’m sure they’ll love you just as much!”
“…okay” Patton noticed Logan breathing in deeply before moving forward-and connecting their lips. The kiss was chaste but sweet, and Patton found it ended much too soon.
“I’m sorry I thought-I just-” Logan’s embarrassed stammering was cut short by the feeling of lips pressing against his own.
Rafael is pretty reserved throughout his teen years.
He has a quiet confidence about him, and what his Papa calls an “old soul.” (Thoughtful; wise beyond his years.)
Rafael is training to be a Shadowhunter like his dad.
He’s good at it; especially because he is crazy crazy light on his feet.
Rafe is fast. One of the quickest Shadowhunters anyone’s seen in a while.
His parabatai, Octavian Blackthorn, is his best friend and constant companion. (In their early teens, friends and family joke and say they’re like an old married couple. They completely embrace this: “I wanted strawberry flavor, Rafe, you know I hate citrus.” “I think it’s time you embraced citrus.” “…I think it’s time you take this popsicle and shove it-” “Down my throat because it’s still delicious, frozen sugar on a stick?” “-WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE, YOU CITRUS-LOVING DICKASS.”
After their parabatai ceremony, Rafael “moves in” with the Blackthorns at the LA Institute. Has a room made up, even.
But since Rafael has a high warlock for a dad, he portals back to New York constantly – most weekends, in fact. Octavian often just comes with and they wind up training and playing with (endlessly ganging up on/teasing) “Baby Blueberry” Max.
At 13, Rafe taught himself guitar, and is a truly talented player by 16/17.
He plays Spanish guitar the best, and Alec and Magnus love making him play at family and friend gatherings. He groans – always going a little red in the face – but enjoys playing for others.
He’s written a lot of music himself over the course of his early teens.
His personal favorite is a ballad he wrote to his parents for saving him. After years of working and re-working the ballad, Rafe still hasn’t shown them, though – he wants every note to be exactly right.
(When he does show them the ballad, Magnus and Alec are moved to tears. Rafael plays the ballad for them every year on the anniversary of his official adoption. They always cry.)
what do you see when you look at this picture? look really close. you’ve probably noticed one thing about this picture and focused on it, but look at the whole thing.
i don’t know what you see, but what i see is a human. don’t laugh, just listen!
he’s not perfect.
he has flaws and problems just like the rest of us, he’s not too different from all of us.
he is a human. and so is tyler, and so is jenna.
he isn’t perfect. he isn’t a god. he is a normal person, just like you. i know a lot of my past posts refer to him as being “perfect”, and how even his flaws are perfection, but i realize…they aren’t. he’s still my hero, but i noticed that i’ve put him on such a high pedestal in my life that i would have put a lot of pressure on him if i ever tell him that he holds such a high place in my life; he’d try to live up to that perfect person i saw him as so he wouldn’t let me down. but he is not perfect.
none of us are.
THIS a real superhero shown in this picture.
THIS MAN was strong enough to cry in front of his screaming fans. a lot of people think that crying shows weakness but it doesn’t, it shows that you’re strong enough to show that even the bravest people have weak spots. IT IS OKAY TO CRY.
THIS MAN got emotional and cried during a song about his best friend, not himself, wanting to know God. HE DOES NOT ONLY CARE ABOUT HIMSELF.
THIS MAN. DESERVES. RESPECT.
STOP SEXUALIZING THIS MAN. HE IS NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE AND A NICE BODY, HE HAS A BEATING HEART AND A BREATHING SOUL.
STOP OVERLOOKING THIS MAN. HE IS NOT JUST AN ANXIETY-RIDDLED DRUMMER, HE IS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT.
please, respect this man with everything you have, because he deserves it. joshua respects each and every one of us so let’s all do the same in return.
one more thing; once, i made a long post on the clique app about why i DON’T love joshua because his appearance, but who he truly is. and somebody commented, “okay but he’s so hot??” along with a picture of joshua with his shirt off. i, personally find that disrespectful to both joshua and i.
yep, did all this because of a picture of joshua crying. i regret nothing.
Love Interest: Shouto Todoroki X Reader X Katsuki Bakugou
Genre: Drama / Romance / With Quirk
The ash blond haired boy smirks behind the (hair color) haired girl and thought to himself ‘This is going to be so fucking easy.’ The first time they went out for a date.
As weeks pass on, Katsuki Bakugou would unconsciously throw a couple glances over to her.
Figuring out [Name] wasn’t that annoying like everyone else in their class. He’s actually enjoys hanging out around her. While he was trying to trick her into falling for him, instead he is the one who falling her harder than expected. His own friends notice the different behavior when he is with her. It was evidence that he is actually falling head over heels for her.
Its for the best, since he is deep in love with her than his girlfriend was in this point.
Pairing: Jughead / reader Word Count: 7,464 (sorry it’s long) Warnings: mentions of alcohol and blood, nsfw Summery: You opt against attending one of Betty’s parties, only to wake up to Jughead at your window. You’d be annoyed if he wasn’t drunk and bloodied up. You trust each other but aren’t sure how to handle the situation. Will drunken secrets come out? Will dicks come out? The answer is almost for sure yes. Song for the mood: Me -The 1975 A/N: this is the first fic i’ve writen in a while, i always appreciate feedback and suggestions, or requests, if you have them
The school year had started and was progressing as normal. Annoying tests and jocks. Not so annoying mall visits and sneaking out with friends. It was your second year at Riverdale high school and you were still adjusting to things a bit. There wasn’t a whole lot to do in there, but you always found a way to bide your time, and somehow narrowly avoid trouble. Being adopted by Jugheads group of friends really had its perks. And after more than a few parties you’d gotten a good idea of the social order here. You spent most either alongside Veronica, smashed and dancing, playing some dumb party game, or huddled off in some corner or the back yard with Jughead, when he showed up. In fact, a party is what you and Betty had just gotten into your first scrap over.
Warnings: Angst, Sad Dean, Heartbroken Reader, cute af Dean, happy reader, smut, happy ending
I had been excited for so long,
with everything going on, Dean and I haven’t had any alone time and now was our
chance. It was just a day trip but packed our bags just in case we wanted to
spend the night. When I had woken up this morning, I noticed Dean was already
up. I got up and stretched then headed for the library. Dean was on his laptop,
so I walked over and wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him on the cheek.
“Good Morning” “Good Morning” He took a deep sigh and pulled my arms away from
sorry sweetheart but we need to postpone the trip” “What? Why?” “Sam found a
hunt this morning and it needs to be taken care of” “Ok, why can’t you call
someone else?” He just shook his head and stomped out of the library. I
couldn’t figure out what I had done to make him so angry with me. I wiped the
unshed tears from my eyes and went back to bed, this time in my old room. I
couldn’t be around him today, knowing I did something that made him angry.
must have fallen back asleep; the next I know I hear pounding on the door.
“Really y/n? You’re so selfish sometimes! Hunting comes first you knew that!
We’re heading out” This time I tried so hard to keep the sobs down, not wanting
to piss him off any more than he already was. I waited until I knew they were
gone and grabbed my bag. If Dean didn’t want to go with me then I would just go
by myself. I grabbed the cooler and the tent; packing up the back of my car and
heading out to where our destination was.
could see Dean was pissed but I had no idea why, and I couldn’t believe what he
said to y/n. She was least selfish person I knew. “Wanna talk about it?” “Talk
about what?” “y/n” “Nothing to say Sammy” “How could you treat her that way?
She’s by our side through this whole mess and never complained, not once. She
asks for one day for you her to spend together and you treat her like a piece
of crap!” He just turned up the radio and ignored me for the rest of the ride.
finally made it and found a good place by the water to set up the tent. I
always wanted to go camping, so Dean wanted to do that with me. Now though, he’s
off on some hunt and I’m here alone and wondering how things got so messy. I
was tired no I was exhausted, dealing with everything that had happened, I
needed a vacation.
I sat and watched the waves, I thought back to how long Dean and I had been
together. Was it even worth it anymore? He was good at pushing people away but
he couldn’t push me away. I wondered sometimes if it was even worth fighting
for anymore. I grew up in the life the same way he was and he calls me selfish,
maybe it wasn’t worth fighting anymore.
turned on my phone to see nothing from Dean but plenty from Sam, I guess I got
my answer then. I decided to just go back to the bunker and pack up my stuff, I
couldn’t stay where I wasn’t wanted anymore. I didn’t have a lot, I could load
up three duffle bags and be gone as quick as I could. I sat down and wrote a
letter to Dean. I hoped he could find someone else to make him happy.
drove a couple towns over, and rented a room for a week. I had to figure out
what I was going to do. I wasn’t going to hunt solo, that meant I get a job and
find a permanent place of residence. This wasn’t going to be easy.
longer we were gone the worst I felt for I left things. When I tried calling it
just went to voicemail, I wasn’t going to spill my guts on a message. When we
finished the hunt, I tried calling again but this time it told me that it was
no longer in service. I was really hoping I didn’t make the biggest mistake of
my life. Sam saw my panic, so we rushed home hoping that she would still be
parked into the garage, but I didn’t see her car. I ran inside to our room and
my heart shattered into a million pieces. She was gone, and I was the one that
sent her packing. I saw an envelope sitting on the desk with my name on it.
With my hands shaking I opened it to see tear stained paper and her beautiful
want you to know I will always love you,
but I couldn’t stay. That day you
left like that you
broke my heart, more than
anything in this world.
I waited so long, for an ‘I love
you’ or a kiss or
something that showed I was still
but I guess our time ran out.
someone Dean, to make you
happy. I’m sorry I couldn’t make
you happy, I
will always love you and please
don’t try to
find me. It’ll only break me
more, stay safe
sat there with tears running down my face, I let her down, and she thought I
was never happy with her. I walked back out and handed Sam the letter, this was
my fault and I needed to fix it but I didn’t want to hurt her more. I prayed to
Cas just asking him to watch over her. I heard wings and saw him with a
heartbroken look on his face. “Hey, Cas, what’s going on?” “Y/n is so sad,
she’s not eating, she’s not sleeping. All she does is cry and drink” “It’s my
fault Cas, I’m the one that broke her”
“I will keep an eye on her Dean”
“Thank you Cas” with that he was gone. I had no clue to fix this, how to show
her how sorry I am. I would do what she said and give her space even though deep
down I just wanted to go and get her. To hold her in my arms and never let go,
beg for forgiveness and do whatever it took.
I wanted to go back so bad, I
felt like a huge part of me was missing. I couldn’t go back though, Dean would
have moved on by now. “You’re wrong” “Cas! A little warning next time!” He
grabbed my shoulder and turned me around. “You are so wrong! Dean has been miserable
without you, and he knows he screwed up. He’s been fighting the urge to bust
down the door and just drag you back” I just shook my head and went back to
making my dinner.
I turned on the radio and heard
‘Million Reasons’ come on, and automatically started crying. I missed them so
much, but I had to be strong. What I wouldn’t give to just have one night of
Dean just holding me, but that was just crap and I knew that. I had found an apartment
but it was a dump, well it was all I could afford. I was just tired of cooking,
so I threw it into the sink and went to the corner bar. I loved the food and
they always had good beer on tap. I found a corner booth and put in my order, I
was exhausted in every way shape and form. My depression and anxiety hadn’t
been this bad in a long time. I could feel the tears building in my eyes,
putting my face in my hands I let the tears fall. No one would know I was
crying and I could feel better to enjoy my food.
“Here ya go honey” “Thanks
Maddie” “Still missing him huh?” I just nodded and she understood, she just
squeezed my arm and walked away. I dug into my burger and just kept being
reminded of Dean, anything and everything I did reminded me of him. I just
threw the burger on my plate and looked to my right at the wall willing away
“You know that looks really good”
I knew that voice, but I truly hoped that I was imagining all of it. I slowly
turned and saw a set of green eyes that haunted me all hours of the day. He
looked worse than I did, bags under his eyes and completely blood shot. “Why
are you here?” “I came to take you home” I just shook my head, I couldn’t do
this, I wouldn’t do this. “I can’t Dean, I can’t handle it anymore” “I’m so
sorry I said that”
“You weren’t supposed to come
find me” “I’m going to fight for my girl! I want you home in my arms! It’s not
home when your gone” “I can’t Dean, I just can't” I got out of the booth
leaving Dean behind. He had broken me too much to go back, too much to fix
things. I made it home in record time and found Cas sitting in my living room. “You’re
supposed to be going back with Dean, why is he not with you?”
“I can’t go back, there’s too
much pain and damage to fix it” I heard a rustle of wings and I decided to just
to change into my pajamas and watch a movie on Netflix. I was exhausted but
wide awake at the same time. I walked out to the living room to see Dean asleep
on the couch. Cas was really working overtime to get us back together. I
grabbed two beers and sat one in front of Dean then taking mine into my
“Please come back?” His voice broke,
he looked at me like a tired man, someone who was tired of fighting. I realized
then and there that he felt the same way I did. I scooted over and patted the
bed next to me. How could I be mad anymore? He was just as tired as I was and
just as maybe more broken. He got undressed and got under the blankets, he
grasped onto me putting his face into my neck softly crying. So, I just held
him and let him get everything out, letting him hold me tightly.
As I woke up the next morning, Dean
was gone and I was very confused. I walked out to the kitchen and saw him at
the stove making eggs and bacon. He must have gone out to pick up a few things.
“Dean?” He turned to look at me and walked towards me grasping my face and
kissing me. It had been so long and I was so relieved that he was willing to do
whatever it took for us to be together. “I made some breakfast, then maybe both
of us could go back home. It’s not the same without you”
That kiss had reminded me of
everything I had been missing, but it also reminded me of how Dean had been
with me. I stepped back and took a deep breath; I walked back to my room and
just got back into bed burrowing under the covers. “Y/n please come out?” By
now I was fully sobbing, I can’t go through that again. I felt the blanket be
lifted, then a weight on the bed. “Sweetheart please? Let me make this up to
you” “What happens when you do it again? What happens when I get completely
“All I have are my words, but I
promise I will never be that way again” I just rolled over and faced the
opposite direction. “I’ll be back in a little bit” Once I heard the apartment
door shut, I let it all out. All the tears, heartbreak, and anger that I had
towards him. I must have fallen back asleep, I could feel a weight on the bed
and being pulled into a pair of arms that used to bring me comfort and joy. I
sighed and just enjoyed the moment, I didn’t have the energy to deal with him.
“I will make this right baby,
you’re going to pack a bag and we are going on that trip I promised you” I
couldn’t say no, I could see how hard he was working to get me back. “Okay, let
me get a shower and I’ll pack a bag” I opened my eyes to see something I hadn’t
seen in so long, Dean smiling. I leaned in and kissed him sweetly then jumped
into the shower. I dried off and put on the comfiest clothes I could find,
knowing it was going to be a long trip.
I was still so unsure about this,
I just kept wondering when it was going to back to the way it was. He wasn’t
the only one who dealt with the shit storm that had come to us, as usual. Once
everything was packed and ready to go, I got in the passenger side as Dean got
in and started her up. Dean tried to make small talk but he understood my
doubt, so it was silent with the radio playing softly filling the inside with
the tunes of classic rock.
It was just after dark when we
pulled up, and I was wondering where we were. “A short walk that way and you’ll
see our campsite.” We got out and grabbed our bags, Dean leading the way. I was
a little nervous but when I saw what was waiting for us I was speechless. There
was a fire going with a picnic table and a huge airstream with lights on the
canopy. I was speechless at how much work went into this. “Did I do ok?” I
simply nodded still stunned at the sight.
He pulled me with him into the
trailer and gasped, there were candles lit and rose petals the lead to the king
size bed. I turned to see Dean had taken his jacket and flannel off, the tight
black shirt hugging his broad shoulders and his bulging biceps. I walked up to
him putting my hands on his chest then sliding up around his neck. I pulled him
down kissing him passionately and giving the all clear to make his move.
We moved slowly towards the bed
slowly undressing each other. I felt the bed bump against my knees so I crawled
back and got under the covers beckoning him to me. He got in next to me then
pulling me to him kissing me and gripping my hips. He rolled me to my back then
started kissing lower until he reached my breasts giving them both equal
attention, then he went even lower kissing both of my hips then hovering over
He knew I loved the slow burn, so
he took his time bringing me to the edge time and time again. He crawled back
up to me slowly kissing every piece of skin he could, then reaching my neck he
sucked dark marks into my neck making sure I knew I was his. He kissed me hard
while he pushed in until he was fully sheathed. He started slowly thrusting, it
wasn’t about the release it was about being together and loving each other. His
hands slowly filled mine then interlocked, needing to feel every part
“Dean I…I’m” “Go ahead baby, cum
for me” It then hit me all at once, the pleasure was a slow burn like waves
hitting the beach. Dean had also cum during this and just made the orgasm
stronger. He dropped next to me then pulling me to him I snuggled into him and
fell asleep hoping this wasn’t a dream. As I started to wake up, I could smell
coffee and pancakes. I grabbed Deans flannel and put on a pair of panties and
walked out to see him in a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
“Good morning handsome” I stood
next to him as he put the last of the food on the plates and walked over to the
table. We sat down and dug in, Dean was an amazing cook and an amazing man. “I
can’t say I’m sorry enough for what I said, I’m so so sorry baby” I got up and
walked around sitting on his lap. “Your forgiven baby, I love you and nothing
will change that” I kissed him again, but it turned passionate quickly.
We spent the entire day like
that, enjoying the beach, going for a swim and eating amazing food. It had been
five days of complete bliss, Dean had a surprise waiting for me. He had made
y/f/m as you sat outside and watched the sun go down. He came over and sat next
to me and asked me to marry him, which of course I said yes. As we sat snuggled
on a blanket in front of the fire, he told me how much he wanted a family and
to somewhat settle down.
The entire night was spent
talking and discussing everything under the sun, the love of my life and future
husband was amazing and I was blessed to have him.
Author’s Note: HAPPY HALLOWEEN 1ST MY LOVELIES!!!!!! The first of my Pentagon Halloween series! I think this may be one of my favorite scenarios I’ve ever written so please enjoy it. Message me which one I should do next:)
“My name is Kang Hyunggu, but my friends call me Kino. Well, what friends I do have. You see, I’m a demon so I don’t make friends very easily. That’s beside the point though.”
“Then what is the point?”
“The point is that I’m your guardian demon, and I’m here to help you get revenge on that fucker that broke your heart.”
Please read this even though its long and might even make you sad 😢
A lot of people may complain because Park Jihoon has already established a big name in Produce 101 Season 2 and that giving out exclaims of dismay towards his screentime and appearance on the show may seem unnecessary because the show is towards its end but.. this kid has been deprived of a lot of things. Screetime, a story in the show, even a script. He basically lives on nothing. When everyone saw his bubbly and cheerful appearance on the latest Relay Cam with Samuel, people couldn’t see him the same way because none of them ever knew that he could also have another personality, part from the “Jihoon” on the show, who is calm and quiet. As a fan I’m really sad and disappointed. This kid does everything and anything to get the attention of the nation’s producers but everything is almost edited out. I really want him to be the center for the final debuting line-up but it seems like there is no-little hope that he’ll be the center because of his agency’s bad terms with MNET. I don’t remember them giving him a storyline. I don’t remember them showing his ideas or opinions about something. MNET is treating his existence like a void card; it exists but it was already scratched and blacked out from the start. And sorry but, MNET already chose their own top 11 from the start of the show, and Jihoon isn’t even included in that list. But seeing how great his fandom is right now, I can see some light that he’ll be able to debut with the final line-up, maybe not as their center (because MNET doesn’t want him, really). So please please please please, if you’re a Winkie (Park Jihoon stans), please support him and vote for him. I truly believe that he deserves so much than what he is receiving right now. He can make it big. Don’t let MNET’s schemes succeed this time, I beg you. I couldn’t vote but I’m raising my prayers and my hopes for his eternal success. I’ve you’ve read this till the end, then thank you for listening to my opinions and let’s hope for Jihoon’s success! ((I STILL WANT HIM TO BE CENTER THO))
Also can I rant about all the times that MNET used his face as a clickbait or a thumbnail in their spoiler videos? I’m also so sick of the “Jihoon VS. whoever-that-is” because they never really showed Jihoon’s side for once 😧
Let’s spread this so everyone will know what MNET does to our poor boy. 😣 We need justice.
Referring to the “Ravus as a party member“ HC: who started calling him Rae, and how did he (and the others) react to it? I would love to hear more about this :)
Well… Here’s how I pictured it. :D
Prompto had first approached Ravus out of curiosity since everyone else in the group had a nickname of some sorts. Noctis being Noct, Ignis being Iggy or Specs, and Gladiolus being Gladio or ‘Big Guy.’ Prompto had a nickname too, but it was mostly along the lines of just Prom – all names that were short and simple one way or another. But alas, when Ravus began to travel with them, he had this long and droning name that they had to say that was longer than the others. Ravus.
So Prompto had gone up to Ravus with an innocent question. ‘What would you want us to call you?’
Ravus was almost instanteous with the long and drawn-out ‘Ravus Nox Fleuret, Prince of Tenebrae and Ex-High Commander of the Niflheim Imperial Forces.’
So Prompto had to improvise throughout their travelings, resorting to using various nicknames as they traveled.
‘What’s up, Snowflake?’ Hell no, but Gladio uses this one from time to time to piss Ravus off sometimes.
‘How’s it hanging, Commander?’ Ravus liked this one, but Noctis refused to call Ravus anything beyond just Ravus.
‘Hey, Ravioli!’ No. No, no, no.There was only one person in the world who could use that name, and that person wasn’t Prompto.
Prompto’s endeavors to discover a nickname seemed all but in vain. It was eating him alive inside and out, tilting his head as he stared down Ravus and made the high commander rather uncomfortable with his prolonged staring. What would he call him that Ravus would be okay with???
And so one day, as they trekked about together, Prompto’s eyes caught on something that would intrigue the tall ‘beanpole.’ The series of ‘Ravus! Ravus!’ was hardly something the high commander paid notice to after coping with Ignis’s and Gladio’s constant nagging, so Prompto spouted the first thing that came to mind.
Ravus tilted his head and turned around to look at Prompto. “What is it, Argentum?”
“…Oh my god, he reacted to that without wanting to punch me.” The bright and excited expression on Prompto’s face having discovered a name Ravus responded to caused Prompto to immediately forget what he wanted to show Ravus. “Does this mean I can call you Rae?!”
Ravus furrowed his eyebrows. What a ridiculous question. But the additional three pairs of eyes that looked at Ravus expectantly showed Ravus that saying no wasn’t an option to the sunshine boy. Particularly, it was Ignis’s stern expression as he fixed his glasses with a glint in his eye that chilled Ravus to the core. Right. Don’t make the young man cry… The high commander sighed and gave a nod. “Yes… You may call me ‘Rae.’”
Gladio scoffed in response. “Rae, huh? Alot quicker to say, that’s for sure.”
Ravus shot a glare towards Gladio that got the king’s shield to tense. “I said that he is allowed to call me that, not you.”
So that’s the story of how Prompto managed to get away with calling Ravus ‘Rae’ and lived to tell the tale of it. But only Prompto though. Because he asked so nicely, Ravus was more willing to abide, though not by much. However, the moment Prompto continues calling him Rae Fleuret is the moment Ravus won’t hesitate to stuff Prompto’s own gun down his throat.
Part 2 of Takao's fem best friend's unrequited love please?? An extra req, if you're gonna do a time skip, can you pls not make it longer than two months? I'd like those emotions to be raw, esp right after Takao knows of her feelings ^^ Thank you!
Takao anon here! Yes, I’m the original anon who requested the first scenario. Um, honestly, I can’t think of any general plot for this 2nd one; all I actually want is a continuation of the 1st scenario, with more angst before the happy ending~ and yep, I want Takao to return his best friend’s feelings! ^^ So aside from the 2-month specified time, angst+happy ending, and Takao returning (maybe realizing his hidden feelings for her?) that love, like you said, I allow you to do whatever you want.
I hope you’re not mad at me for delaying this
for so long! I honestly don’t know how to feel about this, but here it is, I really hope it’s satisfactory. Since you like the feelings raw, I didn’t put a time
skip. Thank you for your patience!
This is a continuation to this storyhere. You are heavily suggested to proceed only
after reading the first part. Female!Reader ahead for consistency.
Stupid stupid stupid stupid, he thinks, hands balled into fists at how completely idiotic
he is. He should’ve just straightaway ran to your house instead of asking your
friends, waiting for them to pick the phone up to ask them where you were, if
you were partying with them—that way, he could’ve caught you before it got
dark. Although he’s close to your family as your best friend, how is he
supposed to knock on the door to your home at nearly midnight?
What is he going to say if your parents open
the front door?
What is he going to
say if you are the one who
opens the door?
Takao sighs, unbuttoning the top few buttons
of his dress shirt and loosening his tie. His hair sticks on his face from
sweat, but in contrast to his slightly ragged breath and the sensation of the
cold air against his damp skin, his mind is numb.
He can see your bedroom window from here. It’s
dark. You’re probably asleep. The idea of throwing rocks at your window is
quickly discarded—you most likely don’t want to look at him in the face again.
The glare of his phone catches his eye and
tells him that his girlfriend is looking for him: ten missed calls and a couple
dozen of texts, gradually changing tone from sweet questions of where he’s at
to a storm of textual rage. He turns off the device—she’s the least of his
concerns right now. Takao sits on your empty porch with empty eyes and a rabbit
heart as his mind flashes him images of the last few times he hung out with
When he can only recall conversations about
his relationship and that forced smile on your face, he curses.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he says to himself,
feeling as if his heart is in the fist of a phantom hand, painfully clenching
The two of you don’t
even talk to each other these days—at least nothing of substance like your
usual deep or humorous exchanges. Since the end of his second year in Shuutoku,
which is around the time he found his “soulmate” (Takao swallows bitterness
at the word—how did he have the gall to use it so lightly?), the conversations he
shared with you were shallow banter with him mostly talking about his
girlfriend and you having to listen. He’d ask for relationship advice, what a
girl likes, where to take her on dates.
You were probably forcing laughter, faking
smiles, crying yourself to sleep when you’re alone.
Takao let out a sigh,
running a hand through his hair. The night is dark and quiet save for the
occasional gust of wind and sounds of crickets singing between the grass, but
his mind is loud and disorganized: a mix of realization, question, and
self-deprecation. The way you looked at him when he talks, how other people
seem to let their gazes linger on you and him—everybody knew, even Midorima noticed, for heaven’s sake. How could he
miss the signs? How could he be so blinded, even when he was the one that told
you “nothing is going to change” when he got a girlfriend?
If only he could go
back in time and punch himself in the face for saying that to you. It obviously
turned out to be a lie, no matter how he didn’t mean it to be one. He didn’t
just replace you, he made you suffer by putting it in your face for at least
one year and you say a single word against it.
He blinks, and a tear slowly makes its way
down his cheek. It takes a moment for Takao to realize that he’s crying, but
when he does, a wave of thoughts darker than the sky he’s under flood his mind:
there’s no way you don’t hate him right now, not when he’s caused you nothing
but pain for a long time. That’s why you didn’t talk to him after the
graduation ceremony, that’s why you’ve been rejecting his offers to lunch
together, that’s why you’ve been oddly quiet whenever the two of you hung
He remembers the big game Shuutoku won and how
he doesn’t recall you congratulating him. It must’ve been since then. He
must’ve hurt you so much without realizing, like the Prince in The Little
Mermaid and how he asked her to dance the night away, not knowing of the swords
she feels like she’s stepping on. And like the Prince, too, he discarded her
for another, despite the sacrifices she has made and the pain she must endure.
Then, he thinks about what will happen next.
His apology won’t be enough, not after what you’ve been through. You’ll grow to
despise him, cutting him off from your life like removing a parasitic
infection—that’s what he’s been anyway, sucking the life and love out of you.
You won’t look at him in the face again when you pass by each other on the
street. He might have his girlfriend in one arm, but the thought of him not
being in your life coils a rope in his chest.
And when he thinks of you having another
person by your side, someone who shares kisses with you, someone who gets to
make you smile and laugh, the only one who is allowed to hold you in their
arms—and that someone is not him…
Takao feels like he’s been physically hurt,
but there are no wounds on his skin to show.
He spends the rest of the night punishing
himself in the chest with these thoughts sharp as blade, bleeding tears into
the night until he’s too tired to stay awake.
You wake up the next morning with puffy red
eyes, gauging that it is approaching afternoon by the strong sunlight that
enters your bedroom. The weight of your heavy heart is somewhat diminished, not
only by the fact that you cried your eyes out the night before, but also by the
faint feeling of hunger. After brushing your teeth and a brisk shower, you
change into clean T-shirt and shorts, not bothering to conceal your swollen
eyes since you’re staying at home for the rest of the day.
Your parents should already be away for work
at this time of the day, leaving you alone in your house. Your assumptions are
confirmed when you walk downstairs to find silence—even the television is
So when you enter the kitchen to find Takao,
sitting with a plate of half-eaten toast in front of him, you gasp as if you’ve
seen a ghost.
He does look ghastly, his paler face contrasting
to the marks under his eyes. He shows signs of surprise as well when he sees
you, which quickly dissolves into hesitance. He’s here with the full intention
of talking to you, apologizing, telling you how stupid he was and how he
realizes he doesn’t want a life without you—
—you don’t even
know he knows.
says with a start—weird since he’s the one barging in your house. He realizes
your swollen eyes and remembers that he spent the night crying too, but he can
only hope that you don’t notice.
“What are you—how did
you get it?” You look at the front door and back at him again, positive that
the entrance is properly locked.
“Your parents let me
in,” he answers, “I came here in the morning.” Takao still can see your mother’s
reaction when she finds him sleeping on a chair as she checks the porch every
morning. She was surprised more than anything, but she didn’t ask when he said
he has something very important to say to you.
Maybe she knows, and
from the way your father glanced at him before offering him breakfast, Takao
thinks he knows too. Have you been so upset that your parents notice what’s
going on, though you’re not the type to tell them? Did they mention his name
during a family dinner, and all of a sudden you just got quiet, like when he
mentions his girlfriend’s name? Did they hear your sounds of sobbing across the
hallway at night?
“Oh,” you answer
dumbly, making a sandwich for yourself as you face the kitchen counter. You don’t
want him looking at you, not when you’re like this: vulnerable and unprepared. “What
brings you here today?”
“I—you—” he trips on
his own words, “__________-chan, we need to talk.”
Fear overcomes you for
a split second at the seriousness of his tone. Takao has rarely used it in his
conversations with you, but after knowing him for so long, you can tell. He
“What about?” You ask,
putting a slice of cheese on toast before busying your hands with something,
anything. You don’t want to talk to him.
You freeze for a
moment and hope he doesn’t notice, but Takao does not hold the nickname Hawk
Eye for nothing. You slowly turn to him, looking at him in the eye, keeping your
defences up with whatever dignity you have left in you.
In front of you stands
the boy who you had your heart in his hands, and instead of looking powerful
and confident, he’s not much better than you are. For a second you are tempted
to throw in a joke about his face—he must’ve partied so hard and the hangover
still hasn’t subsided, but you know the humorous attempt is merely a cover-up
of the truth.
calls your name again, softer this time as if reminiscing a memory, “do you… like me?”
At that point,
thoughts of lying to him, telling him that of course you do—you’re not best
friends if you don’t, are thrown out the window. There’s no use for sugar-coating
and false masks anymore. Your grip to whatever leash that has been keeping your
sanity together loosens, and tears begin to pool in your eyes as fast as he
made you fall in love with him, breaking the dam.
You defy his orders,
looking down to the floor and covering your face with both hands. Takao’s eyes
widen only a fraction before he feels a pang in his heart. He knows you don’t
usually cry in front of people, that you prefer to let loose when you are alone
in your room—the fact that you’re openly crying in the kitchen with the cause
of your pain right in front of you is proof that he made you go through a lot.
He feels like he’s
“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I—I
tried not to… I thought—”
He places a comforting
hand on your shoulder, attempting to pull you into a hug, but when you flinch
and freeze before taking a step back, another portion of his heart breaks. You
inhale deeply yet shakily, cupping your hand over your mouth as if it stops the
“It’s okay,” you say, a
sudden calm overcoming you and his eyebrows crinkle in confusion. “I, we’re not
going to the same university, s-so we won’t see each other as much,” you
continue, cursing inwardly at your shaky voice when you see Takao’s expression.
“I’ll—I’ll stay out of
your way!” It comes out as a suggestion, but it’s like his heart is about to
burst in the phantom hand’s tight grip.
“I promise not to get
in the way of your relationship.” He swallows, scenes of not seeing you ever
again playing in his mind, and his mouth feels dry and bitter.
“I didn’t want you to
know in the first place. Just please… pretend you don’t know.” His stomach
sinks at the request.
“I’ll be fine,” you
say, but it feels as if you’re trying to convince yourself, “I’ll be okay.”
That’s when he snaps,
pulling you into a hug so tight you’re encased by his whole body. The desperation
in his hands as he cups the back of your head says he’s afraid that you’ll slip
through him like sand. Pressed against his chest like this, you feel his rapid
heartbeat and warmth, and the tears you have been trying so hard to supress makes
their way down your cheek, seeping into the material of his shirt.
“No, don’t, please,”
he tells you, exhaling shakily, “I was—if I let you go now you’ll run away, and
I spent the whole night thinking about what would happen and I,” he swallows, “I
really can’t imagine not having you with me.”
“Then what?” You cry,
pushing at his chest in anger to put distance between you. “You want me to
stick around and ‘stand by you’ while you’re with your girlfriend? I’ve done that
for the past year!” Your voice breaks with the gradually rising volume,
evidence of how hard you cried the night before. “I don’t want to go through
that anymore. I’ve had enough.”
The room falls into
silence as Takao looks at you while you quietly lower your eyes down to the
floor. Thoughts run a thousand miles an hour in your head: if Takao only loves
you as much as a friend does, there’s no point in having this conversation
anymore—at least not until you move on. You must cut all ties with him, start
anew, and fall in love again to be ready to face him.
“You hate me now, don’t
you?” He asks.
Even the words sting
his tongue when he says them.
This time you look him
in the eyes as you give him your answer.
“I wish I could,” you
whisper, “that would make things so much easier.”
And like a meteor
colliding with Earth, there is realization and clarity, like the smoke is
cleared out of his mind. When he pulls you by the arm and crashes his lips onto
yours in a desperate kiss, it feels as if everything makes sense—it’s right, and he has never felt nothing as
perfect as this before.
Your eyes widen at the
foreign sensation. You’ve never expected this to happen, never in your wildest
dreams—at least not after you’ve discarded them. You feel tears well again in
your eyes for the umpteenth time in the past twenty-four hours, because how can
you not cry while he’s kissing you and you’re already giving up on him? Any
form of resistance you can come up with is futile: your push isn’t as strong
and your fists are instead bringing him closer, the way you try to pull away
but always responding when he chases you.
Inside, you figure
that there is still a bit of hope that he would return your feelings.
Takao’s kiss is deep,
passionate, desperate. It’s more emotional than your previous conversation
combined, it tells you everything you need to know about him and him you: that
he is certainly not willing to let you go or run away, and that a small part of
you hasn’t lost your wish of being with him despite what you try to tell
“I’m sorry,” he says
in between kisses, “I’ll make it up to you, I promise, just give me the chance
You gasp his name and
he moans against your lips, kissing until the fire in his gut slowly turns into
an ember, and by then he’s peppering slow kisses around your face in silent
admiration and affection.
“What about your
girlfriend?” You ask quietly. You really wish that you can skip this part, but
he’s technically still in a relationship with someone else. Takao sighs,
fishing out his phone and turning it on. The two of you stare until the blank
screen lights up, and after a few seconds you can see notifications flooding in
his phone, her name glaring in pixels. You spot snippets of the long sentences
she sent to him, cuss words and spelling errors that turns out to be a
continuation of what he received the night before.
“It’s clear that she’s
upset of me ditching the party last night,” Takao scoffs a bit at that, “but
who cares? She most likely found somebody else to grind with on the dance floor
if she has the gall to diss me like that.”
“That’s horrible,” you
say, eyebrows scrunching lightly with discomfort.
Takao places the
device on the kitchen counter, paying absolutely no attention to it before he
moves in to kiss you softly on the lips. When you pull away, it’s slow and
unwilling, like you want it to last forever, but the need for air makes such
wish impossible. His eyes are lidded, looking at you with an expression you can’t
exactly decipher. You’ve never seen this look on his face before—something
tells you that you’ll see more of this side of him in the future.
“I can’t believe it’s
you all along,” he whispers, kissing you one more time. You reciprocate with
equally, closing your eyes as you allow yourself to sink in the feeling of him
wrapped around your senses. He smiles into the kiss.
A topic that’s being discussed on TSDF and which I wanted to gather all the “evidence” together and put it in once place here.
So, since the spoilers for Always Accountable came out I have been saying that it was significant that Daryl would be the one to tangle with Dwight & Sherry - specifically the fact he meets them as a couple (rather than just Dwight alone).
In that episode we are shown them as a couple, they dynamic and that while Dwight seems bad he’s essentially a “good” man who has never killed and just wants to help his wife (and her sister).
I believe from this point Gimple wanted to parallel Daryl & Carol’s relationship with Dwight & Sherry’s.
Starting with Always Accountable, we have the whole episode taking place in the “burnt forest” (Carol’s exact description in Twice as Far). We know - and the commentary for Same Boat specifically mentions - that fire is Carol’s symbol. She’s associated with it, and particularly in relation to her relationship with Daryl (see all of Consumed). We have Daryl’s statement “we ain’t ashes” - and here he is with a couple in a place that is all ashes.
And this is the episode and the location where Gimple himself insisted a Cherokee Rose make an appearance - in the burnt forest with Dwight & Sherry, a symbol of Daryl’s relationship with Carol.
In Twice as Far, both of Daryl and Carol’s scenes are about Dwight, about Daryl not killing Dwight.
Dwight has taken Daryl’s vest and bike and crossbow and has become some twisted version of Daryl, as Negan’s right-hand man (where Daryl is RIck’s)
In season 7, we see the situation Dwight & Sherry are now in - Sherry has given herself to Negan as a wife, in order to save Dwight’s life. Both are miserable, but feel it’s better to live like this, apart, than lose each other completely.
In the stairwell scene in Twice as Far, we see Carol and Daryl sharing a smoke. Carol has the cigarettes, Daryl asks for one, lights it and they have a brief uncomfortable talk about the way things are.
In The Cell, we see Dwight and Sherry share a smoke on some stairs. Again, the woman has the cigarettes, he asks for one and lights it then they have an uncomfortable talk about the way things are.
Also in seasons 7, we know The Well and The Cell are “twinned” episodes, showing us where Carol and Daryl are.
In The Well, Gimple uses Don’t Think Twice (it’s Alright) as a song in the ep, with lyrics that give us insight into why Carol has left the ASZ (and wants to leave the Kingdom too), and a large part of that reason is Daryl - foreshadowing her saying “I couldn’t lose you” to Daryl in New Best Friends.
Well it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe Ifin’ you don’t know by now An’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe It’ll never do some how When your rooster crows at the break a dawn Look out your window and I’ll be gone You’re the reason I’m trav'lin’ on Don’t think twice, it’s all right
And it ain’t no use in a-turnin’ on your light, babe The light I never knowed An’ it ain’t no use in turnin’ on your light, babe I’m on the dark side of the road But I wish there was somethin’ you would do or say To try and make me change my mind and stay We never did too much talkin’ anyway But don’t think twice, it’s all rightNo it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal Like you never done before And it ain’t no use in callin’ out my name, gal I can't…
Then we have The Cell, where the piece of music used JUST after Dwight compares himself to Daryl (specifically bringing him back to the vents in the “burnt forest”) we hear Crying by Roy Orbison:
I was all right for a while, I could smile for a while But I saw you last night, you held my hand so tight As you stopped to say “Hello” Aw you wished me well, you couldn’t tell
That I’d been crying over you, crying over you
Then you said “so long”. left me standing all alone Alone and crying, crying, crying crying It’s hard to understand but the touch of your hand Can start me cryingI thought that I was over you but it’s true, so true I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do For you don’t love me and I’ll always be
Crying over you, crying over you Yes, now you’re gone and from this moment on I’ll be crying, crying, crying, crying Yeah crying, crying, over you
Now, those lyrics at the time are clearly meant to make us think about Dwight and Sherry, but it’s also clear now we know the events of New best Friends that these lyrics describe EXACTLY the Daryl and Carol portion of the episode.
So once again the music is about Carol and Daryl, their relationship and foreshadowing future events, but more than that it strongly emphasises this parallel with Dwight and Sherry.
Here we have two couples, where the woman has put herself someplace “away” from the guy because she doesn’t want to lose him- explicitly said on the show. The guy is crying because he’s trying to put on a brave face, but seeing her and not being with her breaks his heart. So instead he goes out there and does what he can to win the war so she can be free.
Jimin’s birthday is in a week and Jungkook doesn’t know what to get for his friend.
“Get me a good present,” Jimin says through his pancakes, spraying the food onto his plate and all over the table. If his mother wasn’t showering, she’d have scolded her son for eating without manners.
She’s gone, so they can nuzzle as much as they want!
Patting his own stack of pancakes, Jungkook dips a piece into the syrup and chews the fluffy goodness. Yesterday was their Friday sleepover and today Jungkook awoke to Jimin sniffing at his neck, hand moving the collar of his shirt to nip the spot he always likes to mark. Every morning after the sleepover they mark each other, and Jungkook feels weird if he doesn’t mark Jimin’s neck with his scent.
“Wait,” Jimin’s eyes pop open in surprise, and he suddenly shoves his nose into Jungkook’s neck. “Oh my god!”
“Don’t say that word!” Jungkook scolds, causing Jimin’s ears to immediately flatten and for him to put down his fork, leaning away from Jungkook.
“Sorry,” he says quietly, tail curling between his legs.
“That’s a bad word,” Jungkook grabs Jimin’s fork and prods the pancake against Jimin’s lips. They’re not in their usual smile but in a wobbly line. “Don’t say it again, kay?” he adds in a softer tone.
Jungkook almost barks in surprise when Jimin covers his face with his arms and starts crying. “Don’t tell mom that I said a bad word!” he hiccups, tears dripping down his doughy cheeks. Jungkook’s so surprised he doesn’t say anything in response. “She’s gonna be mad at me, and then I can’t have you over anymore!”
“I’m not gonna tell her, Jiminie.” Hugging Jimin and nuzzling his neck, he frowns when Jimin still cries, tiny body wracking with tears. Doesn’t he like it when he nuzzles his neck? Jungkook likes it, so why doesn’t he?
“Jimin,” Jungkook forces a grin, nipping his cheek and ear. “Don’t cry.”
“I can’t stop!”
Well, Jungkook’s done everything and it hasn’t helped! He doesn’t like seeing Jimin sad and wants to make him smile again. But how?
He’s seen his mom and dad kiss on the lips and that always makes them happy. They said it’s one of the “most powerful actions for showing affection.” Maybe if he does it to Jimin, he’ll stop crying.
Grabbing Jimin’s tear-streaked face and looking at his watery irises, Jungkook presses his lips against Jimin’s. His lips are so soft, like a pillow!
Instantly, Jimin’s sobs die down and they keep their lips pressed together in complete silence. Jungkook can hear Jimin’s soft breathing and the clicking of a clock.
They snap apart when a door slams inside the house, his mother leaving her room. Jimin’s wiping at his drying face, tail wagging, and Jungkook can’t stop smiling when they pull away.
“I was gonna say that you smell like me,” Jimin mumbles, the smile returning on his face. “But I wanted to mark you again and again and again ‘til you turned into a cherry!”
“Jimin, I can’t be a fruit! I’m a wolf.”
“A cherry wolf,” Jimin giggles into his side, stuffing a spoonful of pancakes into his mouth. “Red, round, and cute.”
“Stop saying you’re worthless, because you’re not!”
“Shut up! Just–” Bim balled his hands into fists, shaking. Wilford jumped forwards, grabbing Bim’s hands in his own, pushing Dr. Iplier behind him.
“Bim…” Dr. Iplier poked his head over Wilford’s shoulder, looking worried.
Wilford had never been the best at dealing with emotions, much less Bim’s emotions. When a video Bim was working on decided to adhere to Murphy’s Law, and Bim broke down in tears, Wilford’s first thought was to get someone used to handling these kinds of things.
“Wilford, I’m kind of busy–”
“It’s Bim, please–”
“…what’ve you done this time?”
Bim was struggling against Wilford, head lowered in frustration. “Let me go, I’m not going to hurt anyone else–”
“What about yourself?” Wilford snapped, grip tightening. Bim tried one last time to wrench himself away from Wilford before sagging into him, tears falling fast.
“Bim,” the Doctor said, voice gentle. “Can I–”
“Give him a sec, Doc,” Wilford muttered, awkwardly holding Bim against him.
Dr. Iplier sighed a little, sitting back on his heels. He’d never seen Bim like this, so broken, so upset. Poor kid, he thought to himself.
Wilford gingerly patted Bim on the back, finally letting go of his hands. Bim reeled back a little, scooting away from Wilford and Dr. Iplier.
Wilford looked to the Doctor, lost. “I don’t know what to do,” he said, voice hushed under Bim’s shaking, steadying breaths.
“You don’t need to do anything,” Bim choked out, curling himself into a ball like a clenched fist. His voice was bitter, and both Wilford and the Doctor flinched back in surprise.
“I’m not some kid that needs to be looked after,” Bim spat, tears still running down his face, eyes full of fire. “I’m upset because everyone thinks I’m some cinnamon roll, something they need to protect, some sensitive, emotional freak.”
Wilford was at a loss for words, for once. “I just wanted to help,” he started to say.
“I don’t care,” Bim growled back, wiping his nose. “I don’t need your help.”
Dr. Iplier saw his opening, and jumped for it while Bim was sniffling. “Bim, even if you don’t need help, there’s no shame in asking for it.” His heart was in his throat, praying Bim didn’t shut him out. Bim deserved help, even if he wouldn’t ask for it.
“I’m not something you can fix, Doc.” There was almost a sick kind of humor to his words, and Bim twisted his face into a smile that was more of a grimace.
“I don’t want–” –to fix you, he was going to say, but Bim shook his head.
“Because that’s what you do. You fix people. I don’t do anything.”
The words stung, and Dr. Iplier grasped at straws for a retort.
“You’re an entertainer, Bim, you have a show–”
“So does Wilford.” He’d stopped crying, sat up, and was snapping at him like a cornered animal. “And obviously, he’s the channel’s icon. I’m nothing.”
Wilford sputtered, caught off guard.
Dr. Iplier found his voice with an unexpected cruelty. “Fine, Bim. I fix people, sure. But I can’t fix you.”
Bim visibly flinched at the words, face flushed, eyes hard. Wilford whipped around to look at the Doctor in sudden disbelief, anger welling in his chest.
“You’re not broken, Bim. You don’t need to be fixed.” A surge of emotion hit him, then, and tears rose to the Doctor’s eyes. Bim was one of them, dammit– he was the laughter that echoed down the hall at 2am, the flirtatious winking that had Wilford at everyone’s throats.
He was so much more than worthless, and it broke Dr. Iplier’s heart.
Wilford, knife half drawn, saw the impact of the Doctor’s words. Bim went from snarling wolf to hurt puppy in a matter of seconds, eyes softening.
“D-d'you really think so?” He was trying to be bitter, condescending, but it came as a plea.
“Of course, Bim,” Wilford said, frowning. The two of them had the biggest egos in the office, besides Mark himself. It had never occurred to Wilford that Bim needed outside reassurance. “I mean, look at everything you’ve done.”
“Shut up,” Bim sniffled a little, biting.
“I mean it.” Wilford was more sincere than the Doctor had ever seen him. “Your editing, the props, the script-writing– Warfstache TV would be nowhere without you!”
“It still is nowhere,” Dr. Iplier muttered, so only Wilford could hear him. He ignored Wilford staring daggers to scoot closer to Bim, huddled in a heap on the floor. “We mean it, Bim,” he said, tucking a hand around Bim’s shoulders. “You mean a lot, to us.”
Wilford, prompted by the Doctor, awkwardly shuffled forward to put a hand on Bim’s knee. Between the two of them, they sandwiched Bim in comfort.
“Wilford, have you seen–”
Google_G stopped in the doorway of the studio, first shocked, then smiling.
Wilford, Bim, and the Doctor were squished in a heap in the corner, happily dozing on each others’ shoulders. Bim looked as content as Google_G had ever seen him.
Quietly, he snapped a picture, then backed out of the room.