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whateverisbeautiful · 2 months

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♥️ Ranking Richonne

#12: Kiss Of Life (S7E05)

Ooh it’s called the Kiss of Life for a reason. 🤩 No one does passion like Richonne. ❤️‍🔥 This marvelous scene seriously has a hold on me and features my absolute favorite Richonne kiss (thus far 😏). The moment is just so good and mesmerizes me like no other. It's legitimately hypnotic. And that’s why, even tho Rick and Michonne barely speak in this scene, it absolutely makes my top 12. And you know the kiss is good when you have multiple favorite parts of it lol...

First, it’s important to note that it’s not just the kiss that makes me adore and appreciate this scene but how extremely meaningful this exchange is based on where Rick and Michonne are at during this part of the story.

This was one of the hardest and most depressing seasons for them as they wrestled with losing people they loved and then being expected to be Negan’s servants indefinitely.

And during this Negan era, it’s one of the rare times when Rick and Michonne are on notably different pages about how to approach the situation. And while Michonne told Rick she’d try to accept this way of "life," it’s clearly eating away at her to just sit and let Negan torment her family.

It’s eating away at Rick too, but with the love he has for tf, and especially for Michonne and his children, at this stage in the show he really feels like he’d rather suffer like this with them than fight and lose them.

This was such a tough time for them, and yet Rick and Michonne's love so heartily prevails with this special kiss. It's the definition of true love's kiss, if you ask me. 🤩

So first, I always feel for Rick at the top of 7.05 when he’s talking to Carl, who is understandably frustrated and behaving coldly to his dad. All Rick wants is for his family to be okay, and they’re so clearly not okay right now, which you know weighs on him.

And I’m not the only one who feels for him because Michonne is of course also in the room for this Grimes family moment, and she seems to be really empathizing with Rick as well.

So then Rick and Aaron walk out of the room, and Michonne follows and, again, shoutout Aaron for leaving to give Rick and Michonne a private moment lol. Cuz the moment was perfection. 😍 Like for real tens across the board...

Rick and Michonne stand in front of each other, and Rick invites her to join them if she changes her mind. I love that he always wants her with him.

I remember even watching live, I could tell that Michonne wanted to go with him too, cuz magnets don’t part. But she’s of the mindset that she has to try and go out on her own to fight this for the both of them if he’s not ready to fight back yet.

Michonne quietly and compassionately says, "good luck" and even tho Rick is clearly sad and knows this could be a moment of distancing, he still wants to close the gap and at least hug her goodbye, which I appreciate. 🥰

So he goes in for this hug, and whenever I think back to when I first watched this scene live, I just smile because I remember how excited I was that Rick was simply going to hug Michonne and maybe kiss her on the cheek or whatever it looked like he was about to do. But little did I know we were in for something...

Because as he goes in for this cute husband-off-to-work hug, Michonne stops him by gently placing her hand on his face. And I will forever love the choreography of this whole moment.

I love that it’s this moment of Michonne redirecting to let Rick know she wants to send him off right and make it crystal clear to him that even tho they’re going different ways right now, she is not upset with him, disappointed in him, or pulling away from him.

So she warmly takes his face, and then there's this subtle moment where Rick does that signature Rick Grimes head tilt in her hands as he tries to assess what this moment is about.

You can see a heartbreaking split second of Rick seemingly wondering if this is her literally and figuratively pushing him away. And what most pains me is knowing Rick thinks he deserves whatever disappointment or distance Michonne might potentially feel toward him. 😭

His past relationship saw his former wife push him away during a very vulnerable time after he had to kill his best friend for trying to kill him, so it's like he's briefly expecting something like that again.

But one thing that wonderful woman Michonne is always going to do is let Rick know, this is different. 🙌🏽

It's the very thing Rick told Carl the literal morning after he and Michonne first got together - where homeboy didn't even want to wait a few hours before reassuring his son that he and Michonne are gonna be long-term. (which I always am just fully amused by that whole 6.11 scene btw. from rick lowkey forgetting he's talking to his son by emphasizing, "it just happened," carl's reaction to seeing his dad in a tizzy, and judith's 'office' look in the camera. gold 😂. michonne's fam is the cutest, y'all)

And "this is different" has remained an accurate way to describe the elevated love Richonne has with each other.

Because see, now Rick isn't with a love in his life, he's with the love of his life. He's with the one (& only 👑). This is his unequivocal soulmate who will be by his side through any and everything. And I love that Michonne always manages to show Rick that he's met his match in a way he's never experienced before.

So thankfully Rick doesn’t have to ponder what this moment is about for long because Michonne quells any and all of those fears when she proceeds to kiss him with passion in an abundance. It’s utterly perfect. 😍😍😍

No words needed, and she still manages to say everything. I still love you. I still crave you. And I’m still with you was expressed loud and clear. 👏🏽

And Michonne really is such a commendable queen for doing this and making sure no wedge was created between her and her husband. This kiss really made any distance they had prior disappear, and it so beautifully let Rick know he is still cherished and appreciated by his wife.

He needed this moment more than he could probably even express. But of course, without even having to say it, Michonne knew this was needed because she always knows her man. 😊

This moment also feels like something she's been wanting to do since that fateful and scary night in the line-up where there were several times she could've lost him.

Like you know the fact that Rick is still with her and they're still alive, is something she's grateful for and doesn't take for granted. So she needed this moment too. And this kiss lets everyone know that while Negan may have nearly broken their spirits, he can never break their love.

The level of passion in this kiss is great for many reasons, but especially because you know after the lineup Rick and Michonne are now both so much more aware of how quickly things can go fatally wrong and how whenever you leave home and part ways you really could not make it back home to each other. It makes me think about how Glenn left ASZ just to quickly retrieve Daryl, but then he never returned to their home again. 😢

So as Rick prepares to go off on this run with Aaron, he and Michonne really kiss like it could be their last because that's an unfortunate possibility. (even though not too much of a possibility since they're the ones who live, amen. 😌)

And then my absolute favorite part of this kiss is when Rick so clearly gets fully immersed in this moment with Michonne and pulls her closer to him. I freaking LOVE that little gesture of him pulling her into him. 😍 It felt like it was Rick's turn to also let Michonne know - I still love you. I still crave you. I’m still with you.

Rick and Michonne just fit so perfectly together and I love the way they can always get lost in each other. Truly, in that moment for them, it felt like they were the only two in the world and all the other stuff didn’t matter. Their ability to be so present with each other is so special. 🥹

And she was already so close to him but the fact that he pulled her even closer...Magnets. And then whoever pointed out that Michonne kisses his top and bottom lip is a real one because I never noticed it before, but now it’s my other favorite part of this moment. 😋

They were really wild for this whole kiss, y'all. It feels great to be so spoiled. And we're Blessed with a capital B that this ship is literally everything we could dream of. 😌

This kiss is of course steamy and heavenly, but also it is just so powerful. For Rick and Michonne to be going through what they’re going through and feeling so differently about their current circumstances, it is so powerful that they close the gap rather than widen it. That they express authentic love for each other more than opposition.

This moment solidified that Richonne has what it takes to rise above anything and that even when they have entirely different opinions on a subject as big and serious as how to approach fighting for their lives and their people, they will still always be with each other. Wholly, Deeply, & Forever.

Again, I so appreciate that Richonne always chooses each other. And also this kiss was only our second time seeing them kiss like this since their canon ep, and man did they deliver. Like...

I’ve always felt that something so special about Richonne is that they are not like some TV couples who are more interesting in their pre-canon "Will They/Won't They" phase, and then when they finally do get together it doesn’t quite live up to all the steamy passion of their build-up.

With Rick and Michonne it’s a whole different story cuz moments like this kiss let us know that all that steamy passion and build-up was not only matched but topped when they were finally able to express the love they felt romantically.

Also, when they lost Carl the following season, it was this kiss of life in s7 that I’d think about because I believe this is an illustration of what Michonne and Rick ultimately land on even amidst the toughest adversity. They land on love, which has proven true time and time again.

And as always their moments after the kiss are also profoundly passionate as they look into each other's eyes and then do their signature thing of leaning their heads against each other, truly almost as if finding their center with each other.

I love that they stay in this moment awhile, again with no words necessary to communicate how much they love and are with each other.

They are the epitome of soulmates, and the way their love shined through in this quiet moment made that clear.

And then I love that Rick can’t help but express gratitude to Michonne for giving him his entire life with that kiss, so he fittingly says what he always finds a way to say to her, "thank you." The absolute cutest. 😊 You know Rick ain't been kissed like that ever before lol. Michonne has that man forever entranced, and I love to see it.

And the thing is, Rick has a special effect on Michonne too, cuz you can clearly see it in the way she looks at him as well.

In one kiss Michonne and Rick were able to breathe life into each other and quiet all the worry of them being on the rocks. They might still have big differences at this point, but nothing will ever be strong enough to divide them.

(that's why when I hear lines like say, "we are the strongest military on the planet" or "we're the last light of the world," or whatever, my only thought is - and yet you're still no match for Richonne. 💅🏽 Rick and Michonne Grimes prove they're the ones who live and the ones whose love is unstoppable every time. 👌🏽)

So it was a big deal for Richonne to have this moment in 7A. I appreciate that Michonne knew her man needed to be lifted up and reminded just who he is to her, and she did just that like only she can. And as the kiss went on, Rick let her know he felt just as strongly about her.

This important kiss shows that Rick and Michonne’s love is unbreakable, and I treasure this scene as such an undeniably powerful moment between them. I love their love, and I will adore this Kiss of Life for life. 😌

#richonne #top 30 #number 12 #rick x michonne #twd 7.05 #reveling in richonne #twd towl #the ones who live

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jihyoruri · 10 months

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So since you put out the very generous offer of wowyn and other idols interaction I'd like to make a request please

It could also be snippets but I'd like to know how other idols first react to how different she is on and off stage

It could be any idol of your choice but i just wanna know you know for science 😏

(okay I decided to do winter shes a very important relationship when it comes to yn, this is also during eleven era so yn’s personality wasn’t really out there yet to the public.)

☆ NOT WHAT SHE WAS EXPECTING kim minjeong x wow!yn (little bit of jimin x reader)

minjeong let out a deep sigh and turned to jimin, “do you know yn form ive?”

jimin gave a pointed look, who doesn’t know yn?

“yes.” jimin responded, adjusting herself in her seat, “she’s aeri’s best friend.”

“yea, I know she’s aeri unnie’s best friend but we have never met her.” minjeong said, her voice filled with annoyance.

jimin furrowed her eyebrows at minjeong, confused on why the girl is so annoyed, “does it matter that we’ve never her?”

she short haired girl shifted uncomfortably, “no…” she trailed off. “it’s just I’m a little interested in her that’s all, and it sucks that aeri unnie hasn’t introduced her to us.”

now it was jimins turn to be uncomfortable, how does she tell minjeong that she’s interested in the girl that she’s interested in? how does she tell her that she knows why aeri hasn’t introduce yn to them yet?

minjeong spoke up again, “maybe I should just go up to her and ask her for her number, maybe I can take charge.”

jimin raised one of her eyebrows take charge?

“I mean it shouldn’t be that hard.” the girl continued. “she seems pretty easy and fragile.” winter said with a small smile, “I mean she was the cute one with the bow in eleven.”

Jimin looked at her like she has gone insane, “maybe you should just talk to aeri, ask her about it, you know?

“ask who about what?” both girls snap their head in the direction of the voice, only to see aeri and and figure behind her.

minjeong’s eyes widened when the girl comes from behind aeri, it was yn in all her glory.

her gaze trails yn, from her face, to her silver long chains on her neck to her crop that looks like it was straight out of a 2000s emo movie to her low rise jean skirt that’s topped with a belt with a gigantic star all the way down to her plat forms.

this is not what she was expecting.

“oh.” jimin got up from her seat, “nothing we were just talking about asking yizhuo what she wants for dinner, since you’re supposed to be sleeping at somi’s.”

she says walking towards the to girls, “which leads to me asking why are you here?”

“I forgot something.” aeri said before pointing to the door, “somi’s in the car, and yn decided to accompany me like the sweetheart she is.” she teases pinching yn’s cheek only for the taller girl to slap her hand away.

aeri laughed before heading to her room, “I’m just gonna get my thing quick.” she walks backwards and gives yn a pointed look before turning around.

when she left the room, jimin gestures for minjeong to get up.

“hi.” she says to you, “I’m jimin and this is minjeong.”

your gaze slowly scans both of the girls before answering.

“I know.”

both girls are stunted with how your voice sounds it’s a complete contrast to how it sounds when you’re singing it’s raspy.

“It’s nice to meet you both.” your gaze lingering on jimin for longer than minjeong would like.

so she speaks up.

“I really like eleven.” she says loudly.

she tenses when your eyes switch from jimin to her, “thank you, I really like your music.” you compliment back.

“thank you.” both girls say at the same time, minjeong giving jimin a small glare.

“okay!”

aeris voice gets all of your attention, “I have it.”

“next time, double check your things.” you tease the older girl, walking towards her.

“shut up.” she looks at jimin and minjeong, “I’ll try and call you guys later we’re going out to eat so you won’t hear from me.” she says.

“got it.” jimin says giving her a thumbs up.

you put your arm around aeri’s shoulder and start walking towards the door, “come on babe.” you say teasingly.

“bye guys.” aeri says and all you do is give them a nod.

minjeong watches from the window as you and aeri walk out into the night into a black car, who she’s guessing is somi’s.

maybe it’s gonna be harder than she thought.

#wow!yn #aespa x reader #yoo jimin x reader #kim minjeong x reader #winter x reader #karina x reader #lesserafim x reader #kim chaewon x reader #girl group imagines

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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headcannons where quackity's s/o has tattoos? could also be nsfw, if you're comfortable with it :))

I don't write NSFW but I can definitely do the tattoo part! thanks for requesting!! I don't think I've actually posted a quackity focused thing yet which is surprising to me bc I have like 3 drafts for him LMAO

QUACKITY ; tattooed lover

summary ; you have tattoos and your boyfriend is head over heels

warnings ; language; talk of needles / pain of tattoos, use of quackitys real name (lmk if I should change it!)

word count ; 670

genre ; fluff

masterlist

In general, he'll act normal about all your tattoos and whatnot, but inside every time he sees your arms (especially if you have sleeves or some sick ones around your wrists that trail up your arm even a bit) he'll just get a little red in the cheeks. He absolutely loves all your ink. He thinks it's so sick, but he's not committed enough to get any, and he doesn't think he has the pain tolerance.

he went with you to get a new tattoo on your shoulder/upper arm area

he learned you'd be there for like 5 hours and he groaned like a shitty iPad kid and took his phone out while he threatened to call Philza

once he saw the tattoo gun... oh lord it was over

literally whisper shouted at you while the artist got up to get gloves

"that's what you're getting jabbed with??? why are we here again???"

genuinely can't look

once he hears the buzzing he turns his music on and he's staring down while he sits on the couch across from you

"Alex, look!" you smile, "I'm fine"

"how do I know you're not a clone?"

"Holy shit. dude it's the quackityhq duck, that's why I brought you along"

"WAIT WHAT?"

it's not a big tattoo whatsoever, but it's a reminder that he's always with you, how you've grown together and how that's always going to be an era of your content you'd never forget about

literally gets emotional about it

"You didn't have-"

"I wanted to, for the millionth time"

he genuinely didn't know tattoos were so expensive, once you leave he questions why it was 450 dollars and you explain to him how tattoo artist income works

He's not the one to want to peel off the second skin or pop the ink bubbles or even touch the tattoo until the skin goes back to normal. He's just kinda freaked out for some reason, it's just one of those things and it honestly makes sense.

He takes some dedicated time to sniff all the lotions and numbing creams and comment on each and every one, though. All while you're trying to do some aftercare on it and shit, and you just watch.

"this one smells like buttercream icing"

"yeah?"

"ew, this one smells like badboyhalo's ass!"

"why would you even know that? 😁"

If you have any tats without color, Alex will gladly color them in with washable markers like you're a walking coloring book. He'll literally call for you and ask you if he can color on you again, it's cute, really.

"y/n/n, can I color your tattoos again?"

"aren't you streaming?"

"so?"

"yeah, fine"

he has a whole gallon sized ziploc bag filled with Crayola washable markers

like he goes from playing on the qsmp and hanging out with some people to coloring all over you while said people watch 😭

you wave to his friends like "Hello, I am his walking therapy coloring book"

he's like a little kid. You just look over at him like, "Holy shit I could love you forever wtf"

Sometimes, he'll just draw you new tattoos (with washable markers dw) cause he gets bored and wants to doodle on you. Most of the time it ends up being stick figures and dicks but it's okay, it's his way of showing affection.

He'll genuinely think of song that remind him of each of your tattoos. Somehow, some way, he does. He has a whole playlist titled 'Y/n's tattoos', and he rarely listens to it, but he thinks it's fun to think of a new song when you get another tattoo.

Although he is a little concerned because what's gonna happen when you're old and wrinkly? How do the tattoos last? Do they become old and wrinkly like the tattooed grandmas meme? Because if so, he'll rip on you til the end of time.

"well I have a long time before I look like a tattooed elderly person, but okay"

"So you will? Oh my fucking God! BAHAHAHA"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #qsmp x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #quackityhq x reader #quackity headcannons #alex quackity #alex quackity x reader

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ccbunnv · 2 months

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Can we get Tom and Bill + Georg x adriana Lima reader pls❤❤

It's ok if you don't do it!

thats cute ! i wrote this as vs model reader,, err bits of nsfw inside

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 tom, bill, georg x fem! reader headcanons

✮ Tom Kaulitz

-you and his first meeting was when he decided to attend one of the victoria's secret fashion shows. he sat front row.

-when it was your turn to walk, his jaw dropped. i mean dropped. he was staring at you, open mouth and shit.

-he was completely mesmerized that he didn't even think about the other models. he was fixated on YOU.

-when the show was over, he asked one of his security guard friends to hand you a note with his phone number.

-out of curiousity, you texted him and he responded.

-man was like, punching the air and shit when you texted him.

-you both continued talking and then he asked you out on a date.

-one date turned into two, and two turned into three, and so on.

-he soon became your biggest fan and would attend every show you walked in.

-you would scan for him in the crowd and then blow him the kiss.

-he would smile like an idiot when you would.

-one time you waved to him during a show and reporters caught it, and that's the story about how your private relationship turned public.

-he wrote countless (almost) erotic songs about you and people were began to speculating.

-he fondles your tits to fall asleep.

-he buys all the lingerie you wear and makes you wear them.

-and then he fucks you stupid in them.

-his definition of sexy turned into YOU.

𓆩♱𓆪

✮ Bill Kaulitz

-he was actually dragged to a show by Tom and though he didn't really want to go, he still enjoyed it.

-and then he met you.

-everything in his brain shut off and he was simply staring. you noticed, and blew him a kiss.

-and he was like "holy shit"

-Tom made fun of him the entire time and he's just thinking about you over and over again, even when he was supposed to be asleep.

-he was pretty upset he didn't stay until later to get your number.

-but then he noticed you in the crowd when he was doing his humanoid tour in Italy and was like ":o"

-he was frantically pointing at you (discreetly) to Tom and he was like "yeah go get her number"

-"r u fucking crazy i cant do that"

-"STOP BEING A PUSSY JUST GO GET IT"

-you went to his afterparty and he pulled a lot of strings to get you into the backroom with him.

-you found him cute, the way he was playing with his fingers, and you made the first move via giving him a kiss on the lips.

-and then it turned into a make out session.

-and then sex.

-you did not walk the walk of shame when you exited the hotel, you walked the walk of PRIDE.

-then he started being caught in your shows and then a lot of rumours happened.

-it was supposed to stay rumours, but a lot of things started getting messy so he addressed the rumours.

-you and him were dating heehee

-he loves it when you wear lingerie, but he loves it even more when you wear his clothes.

-he likes to caress your curves and map them out when you hide your body under his baggy shirt, and often times it turns into sex.

𓆩♱𓆪

(its hard to find a gif for Georg, especially for the humanoid era)

-he rarely goes to shows like these, but he was invited so he decided "ok fuck it why not"

-he wasn't all that interested, until you came out.

-he was completely yours the minute you blew a kiss to him.

-he loved how you walked, with confidence and bounce, and every inch of you was perfection to him.

-he decided to ask around for your name and he got it.

-he did his research, and became a fan of yours.

-you and him met again at a celebrity party and he chatted you up.

-he was definitely friendly, and you liked how he wasn't awkward at all, unlike the other men who tried to talk to you.

-you gave him your number, kissed his cheek, and told him to call you before leaving the party.

-the next morning, he did call you while you were eating breakfast.

-a lot of conversations later, he asked you out, and you accepted it.

-there wasn't a lot of rumours, but he did hint at you a lot.

-i.e when a reporter would ask about certain things like, if he was trapped in an island, who would he bring, and he would say, "my girlfriend."

-that was practically all he talked to you about.

-his first priority is you, and if you wanted a private relationship, he would give.

-that meant he wouldn't attend your shows in real time, mostly just watch them when they got streamed on MTV or something.

-sometimes when he sees a certain lingerie you modeled in that he likes, he'd buy it and then ask you to give him a show with it.

-and then he'd fuck you until you couldn't attend any of the rehearsals.

𓆩♱𓆪

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz x reader #fluff #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz fluff #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz smut #georg listing x reader #georg listing #smut

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seeingivy · 8 months

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Omg can u do a one shot where reader goes to the eras tour with Gojo??

miss americana and the heartbreak prince

satoru gojo x f!reader

an: this didn't mesh well as a one shot when I wrote it, so i hope this mix of blurbs and headcanons is ok <3 also, this is for a very specific audience, feel free to ignore on your dash!!!

satoru gojo, in his infinite knowledge and wisdom, is first exposed to the eras tour when you ask him to sign up for a presale code

“wait, so. you just want me to sign up for all the dates?” satoru asks, voice echoing through your phone speaker. “yes, make sure that you verify your ticketmaster account and everything now. and then when you do that, send me a picture so i can make sure you did it right.” you respond. “it’s not rocket science, babe. i’m sure i can figure out how to do it.” satoru grumbles, as you hear typing on the other end of the line. “just take the picture when you’re done.” “was this that important that you had to call me while I was at work?” “babe. this is taylor swift. of course it was.” “right.”

the fated day of buying tickets come and you and satoru are literally hiding from your bosses in the corner of your office - laptops pulled up and anxiously watching the queue

you're both nervously watching the numbers get smaller and smaller, nervous hands open on a twitter tab that's talking about people getting kicked out of the line, locked out, or being told that the tickets are already all gone

but by the grace of god, satoru's laptop goes through first and he manages to bag the two of you floor tickets and you're in

you climb into bed, pushing the hair off of satoru’s head to give him a kiss on the forehead, before you tuck yourself into the sheets and nestle into his arms. “sweetheart.” “hm?” “can i ask you a question? you don’t have to say yes.” he asks, voice all uncharacteristically shy. you prop yourself up on his bare chest, trying to discern the look on his face in the dark, as you nod. “can i go to the concert with you?” and when you see the little frowny face he has on, you can’t help but laugh at the entire ordeal, at the satoru gojo begging you to take him to a taylor swift concert. and when you start laughing, he starts grumbling, turning his surely pink face away from you. “shut up.” “oh my god, toru. you’re so cute, you know that?” “i’m glad my misery is adorable to you.” “I’d love if you would come to the concert with me. on one condition.” “what’s that?” “you have to learn all the lore and listen to the songs before we go. i’m not about to be that girl standing next to the guy who doesn’t know the surprise songs on the floor.” “okay. what’s a surprise song?” you press your fingers against his lips and place a kiss on his cheek. “all in good time.”

you make a game plan for satoru, color coded and planned out, for him to learn everything you want him to know

you break it down for him era by era, asking him to first listen to the album and send you his reviews - and then explaining important key details that he would need to know

and it evolves so fast, because he gets more and more excited as he goes on, texting you his thoughts at work

he just needs a reason to not do work, but he gets REALLY REALLY INTO IT

satoru: YOU’RE GAY. you: no? i don’t think so satoru: i’m singing picture to burn babe, be quiet satoru: if the way i loved you is country music, slap a flannel and a cowboy hat on me because i am FLOORED. ABSOLUTE BANGER. you: PLEASE ARE YOU LISTENING AT WORK??? satoru: mind your own business. satoru: also, who is mr. perfectly fine about? you: joe jonas. satoru: she dated joe jonas? you: no satoru, she dated barack obama. yes, she dated joe jonas. satoru: well now i hate him. he’s so rude. satoru: THIS IS ME SWALLOWING MY PRIDE STANDING IN FRONT OF YOU SAYING IM SORRY FOR THATTTT NIGHT you: last night when you ate my leftovers? satoru: that wasn’t me you: sure. satoru: is dear john about john mayer? you: yes. we don’t like him. satoru: fuck yeah we don’t. SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOWN??? JOHN, JOHN WHEN I CATCH YOU satoru: babe if you ever break up with me ill go sleep on the highway you: ok?? I wasn’t planning on it satoru: do not EVER give me a reason to relate to last kiss i will actually do something dangerous you: why did shoko just send me a picture of you with your head down on your desk at work? satoru: babe please don’t talk to me rn. i just listened to all too well and i am inconsolable. you: wait till you watch the short film. satoru: PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS. JAKE GYLLENHAL ALEX THE LION FROM MADAGASCAR WHEN I GET YOU. you: ok satoru. pipe down. satoru: ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET ARE WE OUT OF THE WOODS YET you: i feel like im creating a monster. satoru: I WANT YOU FOR WORSE OR FOR BETTER BROKE YOUR HEART ILL PUT IT BACK TOGETHER satoru: just finished reputation. many thoughts you: oh??? satoru: one. can we get frisky to dress? two. I am buying you a necklace with my initial on it. three. king of my heart is my favorite song so far. four. CAN WE GET FRISKY TO DRESS. five. kanye west, when I get you. you: satoru. you are at work. please focus. satoru: i know that’s a yes. satoru: just listened to lover. I am inconsolable and i love this white woman. DAYLIGHT??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. LOVER??? THAT’S SO ME AND YOU. PAPER RINGS??? ME AND YOU. you: do not take paper rings as an excuse to not buy me a real ring. I am expecting a nice six pronged gold band circular cut diamond. satoru: also can we get frisky to false god. you: satoru gojo. satoru: babe. urgent. 911. you: what. satoru: am i augustine or am i betty?? you: you’re inez. nosy gossiping ass bitch. satoru: EXCUSE ME. also invisible string is so us. joe alwyn, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. you: well. satoru: is she ok. like seriously, is taylor ok??? if she has happily been in a relationship for six years why did she write tolerate it? doesn’t she know my mental health is fragile? you: why tf are YOU crying about tolerate it? we’ve been in a stable relationship for four years satoru: i was imaging you being mean to me. it really hurt my feelings you: ok. satoru: long story short, the masterpiece that you are. JOE AND TAYLOR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS. satoru: what is their name combined you: toe. satoru: ok… satoru: MEET ME AT MIDNIGHT you: oh god. you’re at the end. let’s hear it. satoru: one. can we get frisky to maroon? two. you’re on your own kid changed my life. three. sweet nothing is us. four. can we get frisky to maroon. five. john mayer i will KILL YOU. six. also is like scooter braun a crack head or something like what is vigilante shit even about satoru: babe. satoru: no. satoru: YOU’RE LOSING ME???? JOE???? JOE ALWYN MY BROTHER JOE ALWYN???? NO. you: yes. satoru: Y/N. HE WON’T MARRY HER?????? IM GOING TO KILL HIM. THE GUY WHO LOVER IS ABOUT??? WHO MASTERMIND SWEET NOTHING INVISIBLE STRING IS ABOUT??? satoru: do not talk to me. I hate you. you: WHAT DID I DO

satoru gets more and more excited about the entire thing as it goes on, telling YOU that you need to start planning outfits and making bracelets like you weren't the one who got him into this

satoru cannot make friendship bracelets. but he likes watching you make them and asking you all the little things you like about the music

“ok. what do i make the next one?” “hm. did you do style yet?” “no.” you start collecting all the beads as satoru props his phone up against the table, to the live stream of the concert. every night, the two of you watch the surprise songs together and make a note of which ones you lose from your drafted list of picks - a mix of yours and satoru’s favorite songs that aren’t on the setlist. “open.” satoru holds the spoon of noodles right over your lips as you focus on finishing the bracelet, his eyes focused on the live stream. “satoru.” “hm?” “can i ask a weird question?” “sure.” “you seem like you’re like really into this. like actually.” “well, i am. this is serious - i cannot lose clean for a second time or i will break something.” “not that. I just mean, the entire thing. like the songs and the music and all that. you…are really into it.” “well, why wouldn’t i be? it’s something you like. and it clearly means a lot to you, so it does to me too.” you can feel your cheeks burning at how blunt he is about the entire thing, like it’s something so obvious, like him putting in all this effort to like something you do is a given. you lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, which he smiles at before focusing back on the live stream. “BABE. NO.” “OH MY GOD." “ITS CLEAN.” “TORU HOW DID WE LOSE A SONG TWICE.”

satoru decides that the two of you are going to go as miss americana and the heartbreak prince - and watches you meticulously collect fabrics and threads to make the pink dress you had in mind

you made it a point to also sew on the little broken heart for satoru's light pink shirt and white slacks that he was going to wear to the concert and buy the two of you matching gold crowns to wear together

“something is missing from my outfit, y/n.” you frown, looking over at him as he fixes the little gold crown you got him on his white hair. “what are you talking about? you look fine.” satoru digs through your makeup box, rummaging around till he pulls out a tube of your red lipstick. “you want to wear it, toru?” “what? no. you put it on and then plant a bunch of kisses on my cheeks. so it leaves a mark.” “oh?” “IT’LL LOOK BETTER THAT WAY. I SAW SOMEONE ON TIK TOK DO IT.” you roll your eyes as you lean forward in the mirror, blotting the buttery product on your lips and ignoring the devilish smile that satoru’s giving you in the mirror. and then you turn around and cup his face in your hands, making it a point to pepper long kisses on his cheeks and the side of his neck, making sure the full mark of your lips is left on his skin. and when you’re done, he turns in the mirror and gives you a satisfied smile. “perfect.” “you’re so lame, satoru. if you wanted me to kiss you, you should have just asked.” “can i have a kiss?” “no.” he leans forward and wraps his arms around your waist, it being his turn to smother you in kisses, eliciting a laugh from you when his breath tickles your neck. “shut up.”

type of mf to take BILLIONS OF PICTURES of you outside the concert and even more with you, until you both get ones you like

also, totally wears a stack of friendship bracelets that you made together, but only trades with other boyfriends and dads in solidarity

man stands for the entire concert with you, except during the man. because he knows his place.

you start SOBBING during lover and he's there just smiling at how SILLY you are and wiping your little tears away. you both sway to the song together and scream the bridge together.

he takes a picture of you doing the fearless heart with taylor in the back. bc duh.

speaking of, this dude is NOT recording taylor AT ALL he is recording you and taking pictures of you and it's literally the most wholesome thing ever

like you're just so excited and jumpy that he thinks its cute and he wants to document it

but then he's so inconsolable during tis the damn season and tolerate it that he's SCREAMING THE LYRICS with the passion of ten suns (he is an evermore stan, fight with the wall)

takes a video of you singing during enchanted (which he later makes his lockscreen)

fighting for his life during all too well. like everyone else.

your surprise songs are dear john and daylight - which you're both screaming together on the floor.

satoru is giving YOU the side eye when you scream DATE ME TAYLOR during vigilante shit chair moment.

mister man is blushing when you point at him when taylor sings karma is my boyfriend

carries you out of the concert bc he knows your feet are killing you.

and feeds you after. bc duh. post concert munchies at a fast food drive thru.

an, again: tee hee this was so silly but so fun to think about. and for a very niche audience AHAHHAHA. also it feels weird to use my taglist when this is for a VERY specific audience so I will ignore.

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venor (final) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university’s café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 5,064

○ Warnings: Scenting, lots of kissing and happy crying, gross cute romance and all that other annoying stuff

○ Notes: It's the end of an era, my friends. I promised a Bestie Who Must Not Be Named that I'd write an epilogue, so technically this series isn't 100% over. I hope you had fun with it! And thank you to everyone who was so kind to me as we went on this unique little journey together 💜

○ Post Date: April 21, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

Series Masterlist

Jungkook and Taehyung wait until they finish their final projects and exams before visiting Taehyung's family home. As much as a getaway trip, no matter how short or ordinary, would help alleviate Jungkook's end-of-the-year stress, his commitment to his studies, and his fear of disappointing his parents force him to focus on his studies. Exercising helps, especially when he convinces Taehyung and Yoongi to tag along, but most days near the end of the semester, Jungkook spends in the library or in class.

When Jungkook submits the last project due, the mobile app he spent the whole semester designing, he feels like his brain dribbles out of his ears. With final presentations and exams now over, they have the freedom to do as they please in the last few days before they must leave the dorms for winter break. He's lucky he doesn't have to drive to Taehyung's house, even though it's a short trip.

"Jiae is still in school, but my appa should be home," Taehyung explains, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives.

"Where did you say she's studying?"

"New York University. I've never been to the United States, but she likes it for the most part. She said the city is dirty, though."

Jungkook watches Taehyung smile as he shares a story about his sister's first time seeing a rat scurry across the city streets. Without a sibling, Jungkook doesn't know what it's like to share a life with someone for so long and then be separated by so much distance. There's love in how Taehyung talks about Jiae; Jungkook can feel it. Taehyung also experiences a little bit of joy in knowing his sister has been chased by rats, and Jungkook supposes that's just how it is being an older sibling.

When school isn’t in session, Taehyung stays with Jiae and their father in the home where the children grew up. It’s a small villa in a quiet neighborhood far enough away from downtown Seoul that Jungkook almost feels like he’s back in his own town, free from the bustling city and the hassles that come with it. The villa is well-maintained but modest and home to four families, with the Kim family occupying one of the apartment units on the second floor. The building is cute from the outside, not as big and intimidating as the apartments Jungkook imagined in the city, and a few of the nerves jittering through his body calm down.

Taehyung finds street parking nearby so they don’t need to walk far in the cold. Just like the end of the semester, winter descended on Jungkook quicker than he expected.

In the villa’s compact front yard, a few young children bundled up in thick coats, scratchy scarves, and winter hats too big for their heads build miniature snowmen. Feline tails whip out from two of their coats, and another child has sparkly olive scale splotches on his cheeks like freckles.

“Taehyungie hyung!” squeals one of the children when Taehyung leads Jungkook up the front steps.

Once the other two children notice Taehyung, they fumble in the snow, knees lifting high to jump over the lumps of snow they’ve pushed together. They’re adorable, even more so when the three crash into Taehyung, clinging to his legs and tugging on his gloved hands.

“Hey kids,” Taehyung pats each child on the head with the hand that isn’t being pulled nearly to the ground by one girl.

“When is Jiae noona coming back?” the little boy demands, making Taehyung frown.

“I come home for the first time in months, and you want my sister instead?”

“We missed you too, oppa,” one of the girls insists with wide eyes that remind Jungkook of how he looks when he’s trying to get someone on his good side. He can’t help but giggle over it, and the sound alerts the children to the fact that he’s there, patiently waiting on the front steps behind Taehyung.

“Hello,” the little girl hanging on Taehyung’s arm swings her body around to look at Jungkook. “Who are you?”

“That’s my boyfriend, your Jungkook oppa.”

“You have a boyfriend, Taehyungie oppa? Did your appa say that you can have a boyfriend?”

With his hands on his hips, Jungkook turns to Taehyung, giving him an expectant look that mirrors the three children's expressions.

“Well, Tae, did your appa permit you to have a boyfriend?”

“Bun, not you, too,” Taehyung groans as he tries shaking off the children.

“Oh my gosh! He’s a bunny! Look at his ears!”

“Come on, guys. It’s cold.” Taehyung grabs Jungkook’s bicep and pulls him forward as the children rush to cling onto Jungkook instead.

Shouting over each other, the children demand that Jungkook remove his winter hat to show off more of his ears and demonstrate if he can jump really high. Their silly questions are endearing, but Jungkook’s nose is frozen, and he grows more nervous with each step he climbs to reach the villa’s front doors.

“Go back to your snowman.” Taehyung shoos the kids away while he holds the door open for Jungkook. “You’ll see Jungkook later.”

“Bye hyungs, bye oppas!” the children call out, fumbling over each other to move out of the way when Taehyung tries to usher them from the door.

Despite Taehyung’s grumblings, his affection for the children is evident by how sweet and patient he is with them. Jungkook hasn’t thought much about children. He knows his parents expect grandchildren, especially since they only have Jungkook to provide them, but he always saw parenthood as a far-off concept not worth worrying about in his youth. Seeing Taehyung interact with the neighborhood children makes Jungkook consider that, perhaps, he could spend a little time thinking about it more than he has in the past…

“My appa did give me permission to have a boyfriend, by the way,” Taehyung says with a silly smile as he loops his arm through Jungkook’s to lead him down the hall once they’ve reached the second floor.

“Oh, good. What would we have done if he hadn’t?” Jungkook smiles, too, just as goofy.

“Break up, I guess?” Taehyung offers, laughing when Jungkook stops in the middle of the hallway to stomp his foot in frustration.

Taehyung is obviously joking; Jungkook can’t imagine him ever asking for permission to do anything, not that he’s the type of kid to go against his parents at every turn. Something tells Jungkook that Taehyung’s mother encouraged his free spirit rather than trying to stamp it down. Perhaps some of that has rubbed off on Jungkook, too.

“You didn’t even formally ask me out!” Jungkook complains.

Squeezing Jungkook’s bicep, Taehyung tugs on him gently. “I totally did!”

“When?!”

Taehyung removes his gloves to input the apartment unit’s code. His hat covers his ears, but Jungkook can tell that they twitch under it just as his tail flicks out to smack Jungkook on the thigh. He’s so cute that Jungkook thinks he might genuinely die over it one day. How can he possibly withstand this type of cute aggression for the rest of his life? Because that is what he wants, to be with Taehyung until the end, even if it’s too early to say such a thing.

“I was nervous, okay,” Taehyung presses his shoulder against the door to give it a little push as he opens it. “Just saying it seemed easier than asking. Besides, I knew you wanted it, too.”

Winking, Taehyung gestures for Jungkook to enter the apartment first and grins when he notices Jungkook’s bright pink cheeks. Ridiculous. Taehyung is ridiculous. The only reason Jungkook is willing to let this slide is because Taehyung does get nervous when he’s put on the spot, as Jungkook quickly learned during their final presentation for their Art History class. Standing at the front of the lecture hall, Taehyung had forced his tail through his belt loops so it wouldn’t nervously swish back and forth and started off the presentation with wide eyes pleading for Jungkook to take the lead, but it went well.

The Kim residence reminds Jungkook of Taehyung’s dorm room and his father’s restaurant. It is bright and nature-toned, with plants in every corner and large windows providing natural lighting. It isn’t perfect, but it’s lived in, and Jungkook prefers that over something so minimalist that it’s sterile. Taehyung kicks his boots into the corner of the entryway and tosses his coat on the kitchen table as he walks past, meaning Jungkook should follow his lead.

“So it’s just you, your appa, and your sister?” Jungkook asks.

“Yup. It’s kind of small for three adults, but as a kid, it felt huge.” Taehyung shrugs. “We’ll both be out of the house soon, anyway.”

Jungkook folds his outerwear and neatly places it on the kitchen table, trying not to take up too much space. He’s hesitant about taking off his scarf. The bruise Taehyung left Jungkook when he bit his neck still hasn’t entirely disappeared, but Jungkook concludes that it would be more suspicious to keep his scarf on inside than to have splotchy skin.

“Your appa will be so lonely…” Jungkook looks around, taking note of the little pieces of Taehyung and Jiae scattered around the house — Taehyung’s pottery and Jiae’s soccer trophies. Recently, Jungkook has learned that both Kim children are exceptional athletes.

“Eh, he’ll be fine,” Taehyung says, intertwining Jungkook’s fingers with his. “I’ll give you a tour.”

It’s a bit of “organized chaos,” as Taehyung calls it. Clothes are strewn around the apartment, draped on the backs of the kitchen chairs and the arm of the living room couch. The whiteboard calendar on the fridge still reads “November” despite it being the beginning of December now, and there are kitchen appliances everywhere, including niche ones Jungkook can’t name.

“Appa is somewhere around here…” Taehyung thinks aloud, “Might be on the roof, though. There’s a garden up there. The one I told you about.”

Taehyung’s mother’s garden. Jungkook nods, but he doesn’t interrupt Taehyung as he shows off the chaotic apartment, even jiggling the doorknob of his sister’s room hard enough to force it open so they can take a peek at the disaster of boy band posters and too much pink.

“She’s such a girl,” Taehyung teases before ushering Jungkook down the hall to his bedroom. “At least she gets to keep her room, though. Appa turned mine into a fucking office.”

The last room on the short but thorough apartment tour is Taehyung’s, which is more like an office than a bedroom. It seems that Taehyung’s furniture—a bed, dresser, and nightstand—has been arranged in one corner to free up space for a desk, bookshelf, and filing cabinet that wouldn’t fit anywhere else in the apartment.

“Why does he need a filing cabinet? Who keeps paper documents anymore?” Taehyung shuts the bedroom door behind them.

When Taehyung turns around, Jungkook feels a shift in the energy between them. Having been uncharacteristically talkative, Taehyung suddenly grows quiet.

“You didn’t put your backpack down,” Taehyung notices with a frown.

Jungkook squeezes his backpack straps and shrugs, hoping Taehyung’s predator hybrid senses don’t ruin everything by noticing his nervousness. He’s trying to be chill, just as he tried when he first met Taehyung. It hadn’t worked then, and it probably won’t work now.

“I, um…” Panicking, Jungkook looks for a distraction, not ready to let Taehyung know why he still has his backpack with him. “Didn’t you say you wanted to give me something?”

Eyes widening, Taehyung rubs the back of his neck and averts his gaze. Why are the two of them being so awkward right now? It catches Jungkook off guard, making his chest tighten and his heart feel as though it’s being crushed by his ribcage.

“Tae—”

“Can you sit on the bed, please?”

Nodding, Jungkook sits on the edge of Taehyung’s bed, thinking Taehyung will follow him. Instead, Taehyung squats in front of the old wooden dresser. He pulls out the bottom drawer and looks through the clothing, no longer neatly folded, as he pushes it to the side. Whatever he’s looking for is buried deep in the back of the drawer beneath cable-knit sweaters and flannels.

“I wanted to keep it safe,” Taehyung mumbles once he pushes the drawer shut.

In Taehyung’s hand is a small pouch of blush velvet that matches the shade of pink blooming across Jungkook’s cheeks. Shy embarrassment makes his upper body feel hot. Though Jungkook was excited about the gift when he first learned of it, the reality of being presented with it is nearly too much for his little bunny heart to bear. With a frenzied heart, he takes the pouch from Taehyung, and his breathing stutters when their fingers brush, as though it’s the first time they’ve ever touched.

“I hope you like it,” Taehyung says softly, and Jungkook thinks he might explode.

Undoing the tie at the top of the pouch, Jungkook lets the contents inside slip out and fall into his hand. Rose gold and cold against his skin, the expensive bracelet shines in the natural light bathing Taehyung’s bedroom. It’s a simple gold band that comes together at the top of the wrist where the tiger-shaped clasp is. Decorated with sparkly white diamonds for eyes, the bracelet shimmers when Jungkook turns it to examine every little detail.

“It was my eomma’s. She didn’t wear it a lot, mostly just for fancy things. But she gave it to me when she… Well, she said I should keep it for someone special.”

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs, too afraid to speak louder because he can already feel a lump growing in his throat.

Taehyung reaches out to take the bracelet. He turns it so Jungkook can see what’s engraved into the inner part of the bracelet.

“I found a jewelry shop that does engravings, so I got our names…” Taehyung’s face turns bright red, and his tail flips between his ankles faster than Jungkook has ever seen. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I’ve been… ah, fuck , why is this so hard.” He exhales through pursed lips, making a silly sound when his lips flutter. “I’ve been courting you, and I’m supposed to give you something really nice at the end to ask if you accept me, okay? That’s what I’m doing. So. Yeah. That’s all.”

Thrusting his arm, Taehyung holds the bracelet for Jungkook to take back.

Taehyung never formally asked Jungkook to date him, but Jungkook knows that this means something more than just a silly title for a young relationship. Although prey hybrids have different customs, it’s easy to see how important this moment is for Taehyung. He’s unbelievably agitated. Not once has his tail calmed down, and now his hands tremble enough for him to shove them into the back pockets of his jeans.

Conversely, Jungkook’s infatuation makes him burn with an eagerness he’s never felt. He can’t help but smile, even when Taehyung frowns, and it feels good because Jungkook knows Taehyung well enough that he can tell the frown is because Jungkook has yet to say anything. Does he accept Taehyung? What a silly question!

“Tae,” Jungkook begins and thinks he can genuinely feel Taehyung grow tense from how suffocating the room is, “I would have accepted you with just the striped donuts. This is… this is more than I could ever imagine, Tae. I accept you, but I don’t know if I can accept something so special to your eomma.”

Shaking his head, Taehyung sits down next to Jungkook. He takes Jungkook’s face in both hands to slowly rub his thumbs across his cheeks, gathering the tears that stain them.

“You’re special, bun. She would’ve loved you. Probably more than she loved me.”

“Shut up, that’s not true.”

“It is, I swear! I gave her so much grief. You’re literally perfect.”

Jungkook’s giggle sounds wet and stuffy. He shivers as Taehyung pulls him against his chest so he can tuck his face against Taehyung’s shoulder.

“Baby, why are you crying?”

Jungkook tries answering Taehyung, but his words get muffled and lost, and he can hardly put the scrambled mess together in his own head. It takes a few minutes, but he eventually stops crying. It helps that Taehyung eases the backpack straps off Jungkook’s shoulders so he can rub his back in soothing circles. He hums a gentle purr and plants little kisses atop Jungkook’s head until Jungkook finally pulls away to look at him with glossy eyes.

“You’re really sweet, Tae,” Jungkook says with a soft smile that grows larger when Taehyung tries to look away from him. “You want to act like you’re not, but you are.”

“I’m alright, I guess.”

“You’re lovely.”

Taehyung’s ears flatten against his head, and he sticks out his tongue, reaching for Jungkook’s hand to squeeze it.

“Can I put it on you?” Taehyung takes the bracelet and clasps it around Jungkook’s wrist. It fits well, not too tight, and it doesn't slip down his forearm.

Jungkook can’t stop thinking about how pretty it looks and how important it is for him to keep it nice. He’ll cherish it for the rest of his life. This gift is not only a declaration of Taehyung’s love but also demonstrates the level of trust that Taehyung has in Jungkook to keep his mother’s beloved possession safe.

Taehyung rubs his wrist against Jungkook’s, scenting him before he pulls back so they can both admire how the bracelet looks on Jungkook. A thick band of rose gold, it’s pretty but isn’t dainty, instead solid and bold. Jungkook knows he won’t wear it always; he’ll be afraid to. Perhaps he’ll wear it on the days he wants to feel Taehyung’s love the most, so his love can be a tangible pressure on his wrist, pressed to one of the points of his heartbeat.

“I love you,” Jungkook whispers against Taehyung’s lips when he kisses him. He loves hearing Taehyung purr when he unexpectedly initiates a kiss, and he loves feeling the warmth of Taehyung’s hands on his body.

“I love you too, bun,” Taehyung whispers back, but he speaks into the corner of Jungkook’s jaw, then nips at each faded hickey down his neck. “Are you gonna tell me what’s in your backpack now? Or do you wanna keep stalling? I could come up with some ideas…”

“Taehyung.” The scold doesn’t mean much when Jungkook digs his fingers in Taehyung’s hair to hold him close as he scents him.

“Come on, baby. What are you hiding from me?”

Of course, Taehyung sees right through Jungkook and catches on to what he’s doing. It should be embarrassing, but Jungkook is too drunk on the feeling of Taehyung’s lips against his throat to care that he’s the most obvious person in the history of the universe. It doesn’t matter anyway. Jungkook has no reason to lie or hide things from Taehyung.

Though this is at least a little bit serious — in a good way, but still…

“How do you know I’m hiding something?” Jungkook stalls just like Taehyung guessed he would, though not in the way Taehyung might want.

Rather than respond, Taehyung pokes Jungkook on the tip of his nose. Like Taehyung has hit a magic button, Jungkook immediately scrunches his nose and giggles when Taehyung kisses the tip of it.

“Suyun told me you were courting me,” Jungkook admits shyly as he drags his backpack into his lap and unzips it.

“Of course she did.”

Jungkook buzzes with excitement even as Taehyung pouts. He holds all wiggles in, though. He can’t afford to have Taehyung teasing him during such a brave moment. Instead, he focuses his energy on not growing too nervous.

“Close your eyes,” Jungkook commands. He stares blankly at Taehyung until he follows his instructions, unwilling to tolerate Taehyung’s cheekiness when it gets in the way of an important moment.

Once Taehyung has obeyed him, Jungkook pulls out a thin, rectangular frame from his backpack and places it in Taehyung’s lap.

“Okay, you can open them now.”

When Taehyung saw Jungkook’s half-finished portrait, he’d sucked Jungkook off so good that Jungkook allegedly passed out. Jungkook didn't want to make any assumptions, and he’s still nervous from being in Taehyung’s dad’s apartment, so he tried not to imagine what Taehyung’s reaction would be after seeing the finished product.

“I know it’s not as fancy or as special as your eomma’s bracelet, but—”

Jungkook quiets when Taehyung presses his finger to his lips and shushes him while his amber eyes scan over the artwork.

“Baby, respectfully, shut up.”

The snort that comes from Jungkook is uncharacteristic. It feels like a Yoongi thing Jungkook must have picked up in the months they’ve lived together. Taehyung pays him no mind, though. He holds the frame up to admire the print. It’s colorful, glossy, and perfectly matted because Jungkook asked one of the digital photography students at their university to help him with it. The girl knew Taehyung; she swore to keep the print a secret and didn’t even charge Jungkook for help. That might be a testament to how sweet Jungkook is, but it could also indicate just how personable Taehyung is, that people are willing to do kind things for him without anything in return.

“Bun,” Taehyung says after spending a quiet moment with the portrait, “Please don’t downplay yourself like that ever again. You are an amazing artist. Your talent, god, bun… your talent is unreal.”

Taehyung is almost too serious when he speaks, and Jungkook feels the looming need to scoot away from him. He doesn’t, though, because he knows this is Taehyung working through his intense feelings for Jungkook, feelings that his predator hybrid instincts don’t know what to do with. Neither Taehyung nor Jungkook is hardwired for a relationship like theirs.

“Thank you.” Jungkook runs his fingertips along Taehyung’s clenched jaw and watches the tension slowly melt away when he pulls back his sleeve to scent him. “Having a gorgeous model is half the battle, actually.”

Ignoring Jungkook’s teasing, Taehyung slides his hand around the back of Jungkook’s neck to pull him closer.

“I love you, bun.”

Jungkook can’t answer, though he doesn’t need to. His lips speak in other ways when Taehyung slips his tongue between them. Unlike before, their kiss isn’t heated or rushed. It’s sensual, but Jungkook is learning that all intimacy with Taehyung, sexual or not, is still somehow sensual. But this kiss feels comforting rather than rousing. It lulls Jungkook instead of stimulating him, and he likes the reassurance that it brings.

"Is this your final courting gift, too?" Taehyung asks once they've finally detached from each other.

Jungkook blushes with a shy, "Yes."

Months ago, Yoongi told Jungkook that pursuing a predator hybrid would break his heart. For the first time in his life, Jungkook feels like his heart finally has a home.

“Would you like me to speak with your parents, Jungkook?”

“Oh, no, no, that’s okay!” Jungkook politely but quickly shuts down Mr. Kim’s offer. “They’re, uh, they would probably be upset if they heard it from anyone other than me.”

With an understanding smile, Mr. Kim resumes cleaning the kitchen, though his endeavor must begin with decluttering, considering all the appliances and utensils tossed around. It’s the life of a chef and restaurant owner, Taehyung had groaned as he complained about how long it would take for them to eat dinner when his father had created a disaster in the kitchen.

Jungkook is eager to scramble out of the kitchen and return to his spot on the living room couch with Taehyung, bringing two bottles of beer given to him by Mr. Kim.

“What was appa talking to you about?” Taehyung asks, before opening his mouth for Jungkook to give him a sip of beer. He looks like a baby bird waiting to be fed, and it makes Jungkook giggle despite how his stomach twists with new nerves.

“He asked me if I told my parents I’m staying with you for winter break yet…”

“Well, have you?” Taehyung raises his eyebrows, but he keeps his eyes on the TV.

Jungkook feels like he needs to remind Taehyung to blink occasionally, but he doesn’t. This is Taehyung’s first time playing video games; Jungkook may as well let him get the authentic gamer experience by fucking up his eyes.

“No.”

“Bun,” Taehyung’s scolding is cut short by a string of expletives when his video game character is murdered.

It shouldn’t be a surprise that Taehyung would choose to play a game about a virus that turns humans into vampires and the human hunters dedicating their lives to slaying them. Violent video games aren’t Jungkook’s preference, but it certainly feeds into the stereotypes about predatory hybrids.

“I’m nervous about it…”

“What’s the worst thing that’ll happen? They’ll get upset, and then they’ll get over it. It’s not like you’ll never come back ever again.”

Taehyung is right, but he’s also wrong. Is Jungkook being dramatic? Perhaps, but he knows his parents better than everyone else, and he knows that they are sensitive.

“Let me talk to them. Do a video call so they can see how handsome I am, and they’ll know you made the right choice.”

Rolling his eyes, Jungkook takes a few more sips of his beer to take the edge off his nerves before he gets up, phone heavy in his hand like a weapon or a ball and chain.

“Pray for me,” Jungkook mumbles into Taehyung’s hair when he kisses him.

“Tell them I’ll eat them if they’re mean to you. I like how bunnies taste.”

“Oh my gosh, Taehyung, your appa is right there,” Jungkook whispers harshly, but Taehyung’s boxy grin is the symbol of audacity.

Jungkook uses Taehyung’s bedroom to make the phone call. It takes a few minutes of Jungkook biting at a hangnail before he randomly chooses his father to call, having no idea which of his parents will be the least likely to be upset over the news. Jungkook wonders if other college students must worry about having this conversation when they go away for breaks.

Before visiting the Kims, Jungkook tried to do a roleplay scenario with Suyun and Yoongi to see if that would help him plan what to say.

Yoongi was too scary to talk to; Jungkook kept slipping up. The more he talked, the worse it got, until he was practically sharing the whole story of his romance with Taehyung to justify why he was choosing to stay with a predator hybrid.

“Well, don’t tell them what he is!” is what Suyun had insisted.

“True… I don’t have to. It would be lying, though. I’m so bad at lying!”

“It’s not lying. It’s just withholding information. Totally different.”

As usual, Jungkook thinks hanging out with predators changed Suyun — but probably for the better.

With a sigh, Jungkook sets his phone on speaker and lies on Taehyung’s bed, counting each ring and thinking that his heartbeat somehow harmonizes with it.

“Jungkook-ah?”

“Oh, eomma, hi. Where’s appa?”

Jungkook doesn’t think it matters which one of his parents hears the news first, but he doesn’t like being caught off guard. Despite being proud of how much confidence he has gained and the personal growth he has experienced since transferring to Seoul, Jungkook still feels like a kid when around his parents.

“He went into town for groceries but forgot his phone again. I think I need to buy him one of those watches. Do you know the ones?”

“A smartwatch?”

Despite their flaws, Jungkook loves his parents. It’s just that the love they all share for each other is different, and it isn’t always easy. Jungkook feels that love while his mother rambles about his father being forgetful, and he reminds himself that Taehyung is right. This isn’t the end of the world.

“Hey, eomma, I can’t talk for a long time right now, but I needed to tell you I have a boyfriend now…” Jungkook takes a deep breath and continues before his mother can respond, “And I’m going to stay with him and his family for winter break.”

The silence that follows is expected. Because of this, Jungkook hears the bedroom door open, and he nods when Taehyung asks for permission to come inside. He sits on the bed beside Jungkook, who is now lying on his stomach, and gently scratches the base of Jungkook’s ears.

“Oh. For the whole break?”

“Mhm.”

“You didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend.”

Jungkook cringes. “I know, eomma. I’m sorry.”

Taehyung doesn’t seem offended. He plays with Jungkook’s hair and ears and keeps quiet to let Jungkook think.

“Hmm, Jungkook-ah, I hope he is treating you well. Is he smart? What is he studying? What do his parents do for a living?”

“Ah, please, don’t interrogate me!”

“I’m just asking simple questions every eomma should know.”

“We can talk later, okay? I will call you, and we’ll talk with appa, too.”

One day, Jungkook will tell his parents more than the bare minimum details about the boy who holds his heart. For now, Jungkook tells his mother he loves her and tosses his phone off to the side once the call ends so the pretty tiger, who smells like summer rain, can shower him with sweet kisses until all of Jungkook’s worries are washed away.

“I can’t wait to meet them,” Taehyung purrs against Jungkook’s throat, where he kisses him. “How many times do you think I should visit with them before I ask them if I can marry you?”

“Stop it,” Jungkook whispers, though Taehyung can’t tell if Jungkook is scolding him for what he said about marriage or for how he’s got Jungkook flat on his back with his leg hiked up over his waist so he can grind their hips together.

Both? Either? Jungkook doesn’t know.

“Did you know Jackson can officiate weddings?” Taehyung asks with a slow roll of his hips. They’re both in jeans and sweaters; Taehyung just likes being a tease.

“Taehyung.”

“I heard sex feels different after you’re mated.”

“Taehyung. You’re so gross.”

Jungkook throws his arms over Taehyung’s shoulders and crushes him against his chest, ready to drown in the giggles he earns in response, giggles from a big, scary tiger who is utterly whipped for his bun. Who would have thought?

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The Dixon Problem

❧ Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader ❧ Era: Season 1 (The Beginning Is the End Is the Beginning series) ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: swearing, mild violence ❧ Word Count: 5k

❧ Summary: Not everyone is happy with the Dixons’ presence in the camp, especially Shane. When things go haywire, the only solution is a compromise, and to let Daryl know you care.

❧ A/N: I realize I’m posting this after a weird little argument over the ethics of zooming in on a man’s crotch but here we are. This is a fanfiction blog, believe it or not. Anyway, here’s another fic set in the same universe as The Beginning (I really like doing these ok), and this one takes place between Chapter 4 and Chapter 5. I really wanted to do some oneshots that would’ve happened before they got together because idk it just seems to cool to read about them before they kissed at the CDC and sort of build up to that. I find it fun to hint at their burgeoning attraction to one another, and how they’re both kind of in denial about their little crushes lol. We all know it was love at first sight. Also I loved writing Daryl fighting with Shane it was so fun. Daryl should’ve punched Shane in the show don’t @ me.

A deep huff escaped your lips as the back of your hand wiped the dripping sweat from your brow. The sun was a few hours from setting, but Georgia summers were unforgiving, and even a setting sun would prove to be dangerous if you didn’t hydrate.

Taking a sip of water from the crinkly plastic bottle, you watched Lori skillfully sew up the rips in one of Shane’s shirts. It was a skill you had neglected, but at one point, you were pretty good with a machine. Hand sewing was something else entirely.

“You’re so good at that,” you said. “How’d you learn?”

Lori smiled as she looked at you, staring in awe. “My mom sewed, my granny sewed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if my great granny sewed, too.”

“That’s sweet… Maybe you could teach me sometime?”

“Sure, but I thought you were trying to get Mr. Crossbow to teach you how to hunt?” She spoke with a crooked smile, on the verge of laughing. You failed to see what was so funny, frankly.

But mostly, you were embarrassed. The warm blush on your cheeks and the butterflies doing somersaults in your belly betrayed you, though you just pretended none of it was there.

“Well, he, uh, said I should learn how to fight first. He said he’d teach me that, though.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm… Why are you laughing?”

Lori lowered her head until her hair covered her face, but you heard a few snorts and giggles from beneath the dark curtain.

“You’re so cute,” she said. “That’s all.”

“Cute? Why am I cute?”

“You just are…” She leaned closer to speak in a quiet voice. “I bet Daryl thinks you’re really cute.”

You scoffed, trying to laugh it off as you awkwardly nudged her shoulder with yours. “Stop. That’s not funny. Not true, either. I think he finds me annoying.”

“Oh, really?” she asked. “What about the little rock he cracked open for you? That doesn’t sound like the actions of a man who’s annoyed.”

That “little rock” was now your prized possession. You had one half, and you’d let Daryl keep the other. It was a simple gesture, but it meant the world to you. That rock was a geode, something your father would’ve added to his extensive collection. Maybe you were thinking too much into it, and maybe it was cliché, but you liked to think that it represented the last beautiful thing in the world. You kept it by your cot, on full display so it was the first thing you saw each morning. Sometimes, the translucent purple shards would catch the new light that streamed through your tent in just the most perfect way.

“He was just being nice,” you said. “Daryl’s… really nice. I mean, he’s a little… grumpy, but he’s got a good heart. I can tell. I wouldn’t have brought him here if I didn’t think so.”

Before Lori could respond with another teasing quip, you both flinched at the sound of Daryl, the man you were just talking, and thinking a little too deeply, about. His voice was raised, one decibel away from being a yell. It sounded like it was coming from the center of camp, near Dale’s RV, so you both jogged over, anxious to see whatever was causing Daryl to yell a series of curse words and a few other words you couldn’t yet make out.

“Stupid cop!” you heard, now getting closer. “Who the hell do ya think you are?! This ain’t Miami Vice.”

You stumbled upon Daryl, with his chest puffed up and his hands moving vigorously along with his hostile words, in some kind of argument with Shane, who only shook his head with his hands on his waist as the bowman hurled insults his way.

“Listen, Dixon,” replied Shane, who was visibly also beginning to lose his temper, “we gotta maintain some order ‘round here. Now, I don’t give a shit ‘bout what you and your white trash redneck brother used to get up to in bumfuck nowhere, but there’s women and kids here, and I don’t want this shit ‘round ‘em.”

Oh, noble Shane, you thought to yourself, but then again, you still had no idea what the men were arguing about, so maybe he had a point. Still, you did take some issue to being compared to a child, but you weren’t about to jump in the middle of a fight between two burly, hotheaded men for the sake of feminism.

“Are you fuckin’ kidding me?! It ain’t nothin’, Merle goes off into the woods to do it! Ain’t no women or children gonna get hurt. You’re just as stupid as you look, Columbo.”

“It ain’t them seein’ the drugs I’m worried about,” Shane replied, getting closer to Daryl until their chests were nearly touching. “It’s you and your ugly ass brother.”

Drugs? You knew Merle had a stash of drugs, including crystal meth, and most others figured it based on, well, everything about him, but you didn’t think Shane would pick a fight with Daryl over it. Maybe Merle himself, but not Daryl. Merle wasn’t even there that day, having taken his turn to go hunting, though he never brought back nearly as much as his brother. You weren’t sure if it was because Merle wasn’t a very good hunter, or because he just didn’t care enough to bring back food for your group, but either way, it was clear which brother was better.

“Man, that’s bullshit,” he replied, narrowing his eyes at Shane. “You wanna see a threat then look in the mirror. There’ll be a big arrogant prick starin’ back at ya.” Daryl punctuated his sentence by shoving the other man backwards, but before Daryl could strut away as he planned, Shane shoved him back.

“Watch yourself,” Daryl warned, voice low and raspy. “I don’t want your pig blood on my hands.”

He tried to brush past Shane, but the man was fuming. He shoved Daryl back once more, knocking him to the ground.

A puff of dirt swallowed his body as you let out a small gasp of disbelief. No one in the group had gotten physical with anyone like this yet. Maybe it was only a matter of time before it happened. After all, a group of several strangers under incredible physical and mental stress in the middle of the end of the world was a recipe for disaster, but you’d hoped it wouldn’t happen so soon.

All you could register was the sound of Daryl’s grunting before he sprung back up to sock Shane across the face, disorienting him. He soon struck back, but Daryl ducked and delivered a blow to Shane’s stomach.

Shane had managed to deliver a few blows of his own, but at this point, all you could focus on was thinking of a way to break them up without getting hurt yourself.

“H-hey!” you shouted out, along with Lori and several other women who’d gathered around, yelling to the men to stop. “Stop it!”

Dale was frantically climbing down the ladder of the RV, then greeted the scene with wide eyes. “Hey, hey! Break it up!” He managed to get his arms between the two of them, but he could only keep Shane back. Daryl even tried to get around Dale so he could deliver one last blow to Shane’s face, but T-Dog came up behind and pinned the enraged man’s arms back.

“Get offa me!” he yelled to T-Dog, then turned his attention back to Shane. “I’m gonna beat your ass, you hear me, bacon bits?!”

Dale stood between them, holding his hands out to keep them both at bay. Their chests swelled with heavy, panting breaths as their faces molded into their own unique scowls. Shane’s was terrifying, much more than Daryl’s. His dark brown eyes didn’t need to narrow at all, they were just as terrifying in their wideness. His mouth wasn’t agape, it was sealed shut as the breaths pumped out of his flared nostrils. He stood completely still, like a ticking time bomb. You’d never been more terrified of the man.

Daryl paced back and forth for a few feet on each side of him, his face much more natural looking, but still enraged. At least you could make some sense of Daryl in his anger. He didn’t send a shiver down your spine like Shane did. Well, and maybe you were a little partial to Daryl now, since he’d shown you kindness. In any case, the awkward silence that permeated the stiff, humid air was excruciating.

“Just calm down,” panted Dale, arms still outstretched between them. “What the hell is going on here?”

Shane huffed before speaking. “I was just tryin’ to have a civil conversation about the drug use goin’ on in this camp.”

“Drug use?” questioned Lori. “No, no way. No drugs, not around the kids. That’s the last thing we need right now.”

Daryl turned to look at Lori, not with anger, but confusion. He seemed troubled, unable to reconcile something in his head. His eyes squinted shut as he wiped his nose, which had just begun to bleed from the punch. He spat a glob of pinkish saliva onto the dirt ground, then turned back to face Shane.

“Talk to Merle,” was all he said. His voice was quieter now, almost timid, but still with an air of defensiveness.

He turned back again, in the direction of his tent. You met his glance for a moment, at which point he seemed to stop in his tracks. His foot backstepped, flashes of blue still on you until they averted to the ground. When he regained his focus, he moved quicker, more determined. Still, his confidence seemed drained after he looked your way, but all you could pay attention to now was Shane, who was walking directly towards you, huffing and puffing.

“What the hell were you thinkin’, bringin’ those meth heads here, huh? You stupid or somethin’? I thought you were some kinda… librarian.” He ended his sentence with a sarcastic chuckle.

Before you could respond, Lori spoke up, and thank God she did. You were still petrified by Shane’s aggression, and Lori knew him from before the fall. Maybe he’d actually listen to her.

“Stop it, Shane,” she scolded in an almost motherly tone. Fitting, since the argument between him and Daryl seemed more like that of children than two grown men in their thirties. “It’s done. No point in arguing about it.”

For your part, you took a moment to collect your thoughts, then spoke to Shane with as much bravado as you could muster. “It’s because of Daryl that we’re not starving to death,” you said.

Dale stepped forward, hand outstretched slightly to gesture towards you. “That’s a good point, but what about the drugs?”

You shook your head profusely. “I don’t know anything about any drugs.” That wasn’t true, you knew Merle was getting high, and that he was a dealer, but that honestly didn’t matter to you much at this point. As far as you were concerned, everything that had ever separated the human race from each other was out the window. Drug addicts were no different from Mormons now. Granted, Merle could be unpredictable, and you hated him, frankly, but Daryl and Merle seemed like a package deal, so you’d have to deal with both of them if your group was to reap the benefits of having a skilled hunter.

Plus, you might’ve fostered a bit of admiration for him. Friendly admiration, of course.

“Well, I just ain’t havin’ no crystal meth in this camp,” replied Shane. “And I’m about this close to killin’ your buddy, so’s as far as I’m concerned, this is your problem to solve if you wanna keep them here.”

Diplomacy wasn’t your strong suit, but if it kept Shane from kicking out the Dixon’s, you’d try your best to find some common ground.

“Compromise,” Dale said with a nod. “(Y/N), you should talk to Daryl, ask him to talk some sense into Merle when he gets back to camp. We give them shelter, they get rid of the drugs.”

It sounded more like an ultimatum than a compromise, but you were perhaps the only person who’d had any meaningful contact with the slightly more tolerable brother, so you put aside your reservations to head to the Dixons’ camp, several yards away from the rest of the group.

He was on one knee as he chopped the head off a squirrel on the sawed log he was using as a butcher block. The sound of the axe slicing through the flesh and digging into the wood was so powerful that you flinched, alerting the hunter to your presence.

Though he didn’t look your way. He simply set aside the axe and continued skinning the creature as if you weren’t there.

“You want a piece of me, too, woman?” he asked. “Whatever you gotta say, I ain’t in the mood.”

You bit your lip as you stood still, thinking of what to say. Daryl was tricky, you knew that. Sometimes he was nice to you, and sometimes he wanted nothing to do with you. No one in the camp knew how to deal with him, really. You only knew a little because you somehow found yourself trying to ingratiate yourself with him, but why? You still weren’t exactly sure.

“May I sit down?” you blurted out, thinking that might be the first step to talking to him.

He looked up at you then, with a suspicious glare.

“Why?”

Just as you were still trying to get used to talking to him, he was still trying to get used to your desire to talk to him in the first place. Why would a woman like you want anything to do with a man like him, anyway? Surely you had an ulterior motive, though he couldn’t deny there was something genuinely kind and soft about your face. Maybe even, dare he say, pretty? Not just physically, though he was painfully aware of that, but through and through, you were quite lovely. Well, that’s how it seemed, anyway.

Merle always said that women couldn’t be trusted, that if they weren’t childlike and dumb, they were manipulative and cunning. Nothing else, nothing in between. Of course, Daryl had a hard time believing that. People weren’t that simple, and Merle’s authority on the topic of women was questionable at best. Still, old habits die hard, and maybe he was just a little skeptical of your intentions. After all, no woman or man had ever shown this much interest in talking to him.

Daryl was, for all intents and purposes, a loser. He still felt like one, though he had to admit, when you brought him to your camp, insisting that your group needed him, he did feel a small sense of real, genuine pride, for the first time in his life. Maybe he had something to offer, something good he could do. Maybe you really wanted him there, and he wasn’t just a loser with a bad temper and a meth head brother.

His deeply ingrained insecurity, though, told him otherwise, and that you were only kind to him because of what he could offer your group, not because you actually appreciated him. But then again, the rest of the group had all but ignored him since he arrived, and you were the one who’d spoken more than five words to him at a time. That had to mean something, right?

“I want to talk to you,” you said simply. “So, can I?”

He chewed his lip as he looked you up and down, as if inspecting you. Wordlessly, he nodded, then lowered his head again to focus on the mutilated squirrel.

As you cleared your throat, you sat yourself on a dinky camping chair across from the fire pit. Both of you were silent for a little while, with only the sounds of flesh tearing from the muscle of the little furry critters Daryl was skinning. You watched with furrowed brows, though at a certain point, you had to stop looking, otherwise you’d get a little woozy, so you lifted your gaze to the top of Daryl’s head, covered in short, choppy brown hair.

Surprisingly, just before you were about to say something, Daryl spoke first. “I ain’t no meth head,” he said abruptly. “I don’t touch that shit.” Not anymore, he thought, but something stopped him. Could it be… embarrassment? Maybe shame. All he knew was there was a part of him that cared what you thought, for some odd reason. He’d trained himself not to give a damn about anything, though it was in his nature to. Why was your presence bringing out his sensitivity? It was a blessing and a curse. It hurts to care, he’d always thought. Nothing good could come of it. He cared once, before he knew how cruel people could be.

“I never said you did.”

“S’what you all think,” he replied. “Y’all think I’m some kinda… stupid redneck bastard.” Wouldn’t be wrong, a voice inside him retorted.

“I don’t think that.”

He finally raised his eyes again, glowering at you. “You will.”

It shouldn’t have hurt you, but it did, just a little bit. “I bet you I won’t.”

He shook his head and stood up to retrieve the red rag that was often dangling from his back pocket. Wiping his hands, he nodded towards you. “What’d ya really come over ‘ere for? They send ya over to kick me out?”

You shook your head immediately. “No, no. Not at all. Just… You need to tell Merle to quit with the drugs.”

Daryl scoffed, almost a laugh. “Askin’ Merle to give up crystal’s like askin’ him to cut off his own hand. ‘Sides, ya don’t think I’ve tried? Ain’t no use in it. Might as well jus’ kick us to the curb ‘cause it ain’t gonna happen.”

His apathy frustrated you, and you let out an exasperated, now quite irritated, puff of air. “So you’d rather live out in the woods by yourselves than in a group, with people who will look out for you?”

“None of these people will look out for me,” he scoffed.

“Well, I would.”

He looked your way again, this time not suspicious, but confused. “Why’d ya bring me and Merle here in the first place? All ya got to show for it is bein’ yelled at and bossed around by that asshole Shane.” He spat the man’s name out in obvious distaste.

“I told you,” you said, “I thought you would be able to help us… And you saved me. I’d be dead right now if it weren’t for you.”

He lowered his head again, busying himself by cleaning between his fingers with the rag in the hopes of distracting you from the obvious blush on his cheeks. When he didn’t respond, you realized you hadn’t asked him a similar question.

“Why’d you save me, anyway?” you asked, your voice a little more quiet, as if afraid of him even hearing it.

After all, you were a complete stranger, why should he have helped you? What you knew from human nature was that people often only helped others if they knew there was something in it for them. True altruism was hard to come by, and often not evolutionarily beneficial. Those who helped others and put themselves in danger often died out before their lineage could carry on. Well, that was your vague memories of anthropology class resurfacing, but it still applied.

Indeed, you yourself hadn’t been acting out of true altruism. You had decided to bring Merle and Daryl into the fold because they were hunters, and they could benefit your group by providing your people sustenance. But Daryl’s motivations were less clear.

He swallowed hard as thought for a moment, himself now forced with the reality of facing that question. Why did he help you?

For the next several moments, he transported himself to that day just a month ago, when he was trudging around in the woods outside Atlanta, listening to Merle ramble on about some drunken memory, a relic of his “glory days” that he seemed unable to forget about. They had no destination, no idea where they were going. They’d tried the refugee center in the city, but that had been overrun about as soon as it was set up. Merle was quite content to rough it, and so was Daryl, so long as there weren’t flesh-eating monsters roaming around.

When he heard the rather faint sound of a woman screaming, somewhere ahead in the maze of aspen trees dotting the humid forest, something in him switched, and though he remembered the muffled sound of Merle’s protesting, all he could hear at the time was the scream getting closer and closer.

Soon he was in a small clearing, setting sight on a decrepit creature. Below it were two squirming legs, belonging to the screaming woman who was just inches away from becoming something’s lunch.

Without hesitation, he lifted his bow to shoot, snagging the creature in the head until it fell less than gracefully onto your chest. Pushing the body off, you faced him, mouth panting and eyes hazy with tears.

He tried to think of what he thought then, but it was difficult to put himself in that position again. He only remembered your face, how scared you were. You seemed so fragile, and yet somehow brave enough to look him in the eye. Most of all, you were peculiar to him, different from anyone or anything he’d seen before. Of course, there was nothing particularly strange looking about you, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. You were just… special, with a calming aura of warmth around you, something he was instinctively drawn to for whatever reason.

So, how was he supposed to explain that? You seemed special, important, warm… Creepy. He knew that would’ve sounded creepy. He was already embarrassed from Shane’s display earlier, and his stomach stung to think of you seeing that cop strike him across the face, to appear weak. Once again, he wondered why he cared in the first place.

He finally settled for a somewhat satisfactory explanation. “S’just what people do.”

Indeed, he would’ve done it for anyone. That wasn’t the issue Daryl struggled with, he knew right from wrong, for the most part. He struggled with understanding why you looked at him the way you did, and why he found himself wanting to keep you safe even after the creature attacking you was long dead.

At least you seemed happy with that answer, as one corner of your lips upturned into a small smile. “Well, I am sure some people wouldn’t have done anything. I’m really grateful… And I really don’t want you to go. Merle… I will put up with him if it means you stay here, but if you could please talk to him, try to get him to at least hide the drugs better and maybe go further away from camp to do it, I’d be even more grateful.”

Though he had no idea how he was going to get Merle to agree to changing anything about himself, he couldn’t deny that you were convincing. Something about your wide, almost pleading eyes. Somehow, making you happy seemed to make him happy, too.

“I’ll try,” he said. “But I ain’t promisin’ anything. Merle don’t care ‘bout what I got to say.”

“Well, he should,” you said as you stood to your feet. “He’s your brother… I have a brother, too. We used to talk all the time, though we sort of lost touch before all this.” You gestured around vaguely, ending your sentence with a small nervous chuckle.

Daryl almost didn’t speak, didn’t want to ask what he was thinking, but the look on your face as your lips began to droop and your eyes became vague made him wonder if maybe you needed to talk about it.

“Where is he?” he asked simply, though he immediately began to regret it when he noticed you shifting awkwardly where you stood. “I mean… I, uh… Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you replied with a shake of your head. “No, it’s fine. He’s, well… I don’t know where he is. Last time we talked he was in Atlanta. Actually, that’s why I was headed there when it happened.”

It seemed to be a universally agreed upon signifier. The fall, the turn, the apocalypse, the plague… Everyone called it something different, but what it all came down to was The End, or The Beginning, depending on who you asked.

“Sorry,” was all he could reply, though he found himself going further, speaking more than he normally would’ve. “Hope he’s all right.”

That meant more to you than anything anyone had ever said to you since the world turned. You hadn’t told anyone about your brother, and you weren’t sure why you decided to tell Daryl, but it felt right. In a world where everything was suddenly wrong, lots of things still felt right, all of which had to do with him. Strange.

“Thank you. I do too. He means a lot to me… I’m sure your brother means a lot to you, too, so I understand why you care so much about him. He’s lucky to have you as a brother.”

If Daryl wasn’t so strangely calmed by your presence in this moment, he might’ve protested to the assertion that Merle meant a lot to him, but he supposed he really did, whether or not Daryl liked it.

As he shifted his shoulders, he raised his hand to scratch his neck, chewing the inside of his bottom lip all the while. The unique little nervous mannerisms he had were already becoming part of your ever-growing encyclopedia of quirks Daryl displayed, and you had to say you found that quite endearing. Indeed, you truly felt that Daryl could become a friend. You wanted him to be a friend.

It reminded you that Daryl spent almost all of his time alone. Whenever Merle was gone or at the edge of camp getting up to his illicit activities, Daryl was by himself. You figured he had to get lonely, and surely the sole company of a man like Merle would eventually drive him insane, even if he was his brother.

“Daryl?” you asked, moving closer as you tried to telepathically direct his gaze up at you.

He did, and a flash of silvery blue eyes that caught little sparkles of light from the sun looked up at you. His eyes were quite deep set and narrow, making them seem at first glance to be cold and uninviting, but that wasn’t really the case at all. Now that you saw them in full view, there was mystery there, something waiting to be revealed. You had a feeling whatever it was, it was something lovely. Your curiosity made you eager to get to the bottom of it.

“Yeah?”

Even the strange softness of his often rough, gravelly voice struck you. As he licked his chapped lips, you found yourself trailing your eyes to his light stubble, sparse on his cheeks but more concentrated around his lips, which weren’t particularly full, but beautifully sculpted as if by delicate, intentional little hands. You found his face much more tolerable than his brother’s. Handsome, even. Perhaps not an A-list Hollywood movie star (certainly no one so clean-cut as Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt, both of whom you had at one point hung posters of on your closet door in the mid-nineties) but he had been blessed with good proportions and a pleasant visage that you only dwelled on for a moment until your subconsciousness took the image into its darkest recesses. The last thing you needed to do today was to admire a man’s physical appearance, though it did tempt you for just a few seconds. Maybe a few more.

“You should really join us for dinner tonight,” you said. “You know, around the fire… Dale’s going to make something special. I have no idea what, he says it’s a surprise.”

When his breath seemed to hitch and his muscles flexed in seemingly anxious response, you quickly tried to explain yourself. “I mean, I know it’s awkward, with the Shane thing… but Shane has watch during dinner tonight. Maybe you can just… talk to me, and Dale, Andrea, Amy, Glenn, Jacqui… We all sort of congregate, talk a little bit. I’m sure they’d like to get to know you more.”

He found himself wondering how to respond, how to tell you that he hated talking, especially to people he hardly knew. Then again, he liked talking to you. That was clear to him.

“Maybe… I dunno.”

Though you didn’t want to pressure him, it was hard not to try to convince him. You were shy sometimes, too, but the older you got, the more you realized that you needed people, and that couldn’t be more evident than right now, when people were hard to come by.

“All we have is each other,” you said. “You told me that the world’s never gonna be like how it was, and you’re right. We should never take people for granted anymore.”

He’d never wrap his head around the way you spoke sometimes, how you could be so articulate and intelligent, and at other times, so high-strung or bubbly or aloof… You were about as hard to read to him as he was to you.

“I’ll try,” was all he replied.

“That’s all that matters.”

When he briefly lurked around the fire that night, exchanging a few brief words with Dale and Andrea (and you, of course), you felt like you’d gotten somewhere further with the temperamental hunter.

He didn’t stay for long, and hardly ate any of Dale’s “mushroom mash,” but it was something, and though the day started with a fight between Shane and Daryl, it ended with the latter feeling just a little more welcome.

Most of all, you had no regrets about bringing Daryl Dixon to your camp. You had a feeling it was the right thing to do.

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angelltheninth · 11 months

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Maybe Anakin + “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

That's so cheeky and perfect for Clone Wars era Anakin.

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Tags: fluff, teasing, developing relationship, secret kisses, flirty!Anakin, Clone Wars!Anakin

Word count: 0.5k

A/N: I grew to love him so much over the Clone Wars cartoon, want to cup his cheeks and tell him stop being dumb and cute.

10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

You were no stranger to Anakin's advances but you were pretty good at firing back at him too. It was a mutual fight of who could out fluster the other, and as far as you heard some Clones even took bets to see who would cave first.

It was not gonna be Anakin, no sir.

"You can stop lying to yourself you know?" Anakin balanced his lightsaber from one hand to the other as you walked down the mostly empty hallways. "Admit you like me, no shame in it, I am pretty irresistible."

"And yet its that cocky attitude that keeps you single." You nudged the Jedi in the ribs, his smirk widening as he got ready for another round of teasing.

Lucky you there was no one here to stop either of you. He took your hand in his and looked from left to right, reaching deep into the Force to see if he sensed someone around, "The coast is clear." He pushed forward, pressing you against the window, "Let's see how long you can last this time." His rough lips hovered against yours, expecting you to cave into his kiss.

Instead you bit his lip, making Anakin yelp and you took that opportunity to kiss him, tongue soothing the spot you just bit and slipping past and into his mouth.

"You sneaky little vixen. We can't do that out here." You weren't trying to get him caught, honest. A little harmless flirting was fine but not a relationship like the two of you had. There was a flirting to kissing to grinding line that you crossed that you definitely shouldn't have. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice. If I was a better Jedi I would probably care more about the rules."

"Talking like you're not a prodigy." This wasn't another one of his humble brags, or trying to inflate his own ego, this was him actually being conflicted about your relationship for once. "Hey. We had a pretty good run so far haven't we?"

Anakin chuckled, thinking about all the times you almost got caught, where he had to slap his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. "No thanks to you."

"I think we're both equally at fault. But if you want, my room is always free for you."

"Not just your room right?" His smile was back for now but he'd been having more of these doubts the more your relationship deepened. When you crossed that final threshold, then what?

"If you play your cards right... maybe." Anakin leaned in, a hairs breath from your lips when you dodged out of his arms, "I said maybe. And make outs in the hallway aren't what I'd call right. At least buy me dinner first, mister Jedi."

Another one of your games. Maybe you were just fun distractions for each other, to keep your minds away from the war you were both a part of. It was better then letting it swallow you whole, regardless of the risks involved. You had each other in secret, you were each others secrets.

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drpepperworshipper · 18 days

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐓,, 𝐌. 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : ��/𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤

- monday

“hey guys, so today i have a different kind of video for yous today. today im gonna have my boyfriend matt pick my outfits for the week. im not sure how this is gonna go at all and to be honest im kinda nervous because i have things to do this week, but im sure he won’t do me dirty. anyway enough yapping, lets go find matt.” i say to my phone.

“okay so i’ve got matt with me” i say as i pan the camera to matt and he smiles at the camera, “hi guys” he says.

“i’m gonna let him pick my outfit on his own, so i’ll be back once he’s picked my outfit” i say and let go of the red button to stop the video from recording.

“okay im gonna go sit on my bed so just come out when you’re done, and please don’t do me dirty because there is definitely some questionable clothing choices in there” i say to matt with a grin and i kiss his cheek before i exit my closet and leave him in there.

about 10 minutes later matt makes his way out of my closet with an outfit in hand, also jewellery to go with which i wasn’t expecting at all.

“okay here you go” he says with a smirk and hands me the outfit of his choice.

i lay out the clothing on my bed and look over it, taking my first look at what he picked.

the first thing that stands out to me is a black new era cap with the white logo, which i very rarely wear.

next is a black body suit with thin straps and a pair of baggy black jeans.

for shoes, it’s a pair of adidas campus ‘00 which i’m excited to wear since i’ve never wore them before.

lastly, a jacket which is an over-sized leather jacket.

“wait i actually love this” i say to matt with a huge smile as i turn back around to him, seeing him standing with a smug look and his arms crossed over his chest.

“well, let’s be real here, i have great style so like of course my outfit skills are gonna pull through” he says chuckling.

“yeah right” i say, knowing that im talking out my ass because his outfits are always good.

“okay im gonna go change” i say as i grab the clothes and go to go get changed.

once i have the outfit on i walk over to my body-length mirror and turn to the side and pull a pose and look at my outfit.

“okay now i’ve gotta film it” i say walking over to get my phone and propping it up so the camera can see my whole outfit.

“so, matt’s first outfit of the week is actually so cute, i’d wear this again definitely but now we gotta see if he can make the fits this cute the entire week. so ill see you all tomorrow to finish off this video, bye” i say picking up my phone and blowing a kiss to the camera and pressing the stop button.

- tuesday

“okay it’s the second day of matt picking my outfits for the week so he’s back and he’s actually in my closet right now picking an outfit so i will see y’all when i have the outfit on.” i say.

“it’s the second day and i’m already stuck” i hear matt say from my closet.

i let out a giggle, “well only 6 more days left” i say as i go over to my vanity and finish up the little bit of makeup i had left to do.

“okay im done” matt says, handing me the clothes.

“only took 15 minutes” i say smiling as i lay the clothes down on my bed as i look over them.

“c’mon cut me some slack, you’ve got so many clothes it’s hard to just pick one outfit” he says.

“yeah yeah” i say.

so today matt’s outfit of choice is black flares, a beige knitted sweater and my mini ugg boots.

“okay basic but cute and comfy” i say looking back at him.

“i also thought it would look cute with your glasses and since you have your hair curled it would make you look really pretty” matt says shyly.

“i love you” i say walking over and pressing my lips against his then making my way to get changed.

“okay todays outfit is basic but really cosy and cute and cosy is my favourite type of outfit and im not doing anything today i get to just lay around all day but i will see you all tomorrow for another matt outfit check” i say smiling and waving and turning off my phone.

- wednesday

“hey guys, i’m back, today i need to go grocery shopping so matt is back with me to pick another outfit” i say as i pull matt into the frame and he waves and smiles.

“okay im gonna go pick the most amazing outfit” he says laughing and walking off to my closet.

“and as usual i will see you guys when i have the outfit on” i say turning off the camera for just now.

today matt is out quicker than the other two days, “you must’ve had an outfit in mind, you were out in like two minutes” i say walking over.

“yeah, i saw this outfit on your instagram and you looked so good so i got a part of the outfit for you today but i switched up the shirt”

“oh right” i say chuckling and looking at the outfit.

which is, blue basic baggy denim jeans, a black tube top and a red over-sized adidas jacket with my white air forces to go with.

“this is literally my new favourite outfit” i say as i walk out of my bathroom.

“you like it?” matt asks, i nod with a big smile on my face, “i love it so much and i love the jacket, this is never something i would reach for like ever” i say as i lean up on my tippy toes to reach matt’s lips as i give him a peck then walk over to my phone and begin my tiktok.

“okay this is my new favourite outfit, what do we think guys? personally i love it, i think it compliments my body really well and that’s not something i say very often but overall this is my favourite outfit so far that matt has picked for me. and yet again i will see y’all tomorrow for another fit check” i say.

- thursday

“hey guys, so today me, nick, matt and chris are going out with friends for some dinner tonight so matt better make this outfit cute, i mean no pressure matt but it better be cute” i say talking to him and the camera.

“i’m actually really confident with this outfit choice tonight” he says.

“so you have it prepared already again?” i say shocked.

“of course i do” he says walking into my closet and walking back out instantly.

he brings out a lacey black tank top, a black mini skirt the same leather jacket from the other day and black heels with my mini black bag.

“oh okay woah, we’re going with lace tonight.” i say a little shocked with the choice.

“i can pick another outfit if you want?” matt says.

“no, no, this is a cute fit i actually love it, im gonna go change” i say walking into the bathroom.

i walk back out and i see matt’s eyes slightly widen, “i did fucking great. you look so fucking good.” he says walking up to me and placing his hands on my waist and leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips.

i giggle and slightly pull back, “thank you matt, and yes you did really good this outfit is so pretty” i say making my way over to add another clip to my tiktok.

“okay so as i said tonight we’re going out so matt had a little bit of pressure on his shoulders but he pulled through with such a nice outfit, i didn’t know he could put together such nice outfits but this is definitely by far my favourite” i say and continue talking for a few more seconds about the outfit.

- friday

date night.

friday is mine and matt’s date night and tonight we’re going to dinner then bowling or something like that so tonight’s outfit needs to be the best of all.

“hey guys welcome back to day five of matt picking my outfits, only two more days to go but tonight it’s date night so i hope this is going to be a really cute outfit but let’s see what matt comes up with tonight. he’s been in my closet for about 10 minutes now, i think he might be struggling tonight but let’s hope he pulls through” i say.

“i’m here. this outfit, i personally think is going to look so good on you and i know ive said that every day but seriously this is gonna look so good” he says smiling and handing me the outfit.

“okay, but it better be really cute because it’s date night” i say.

“don’t worry, i made sure it was really cute for date night” he said chuckling.

“first dress of the week and this is the most flattering dress ever on me so thank you” i say as i look at the tight black dress that goes just above mid thigh.

“oh boots, i love” i say looking at the cherry red leather boots.

“oh my god, this jacket has got to be the warmest thing ever.” i say picking up the over-sized cherry red leather jacket.

“wait this looks so much cuter than i thought it would” i say as i make my way out of the bathroom to see matt looking down at me with a huge smirk on his face, “you like?” i ask him.

“i fucking love it. you look so good” he says running his hands over his face.

“damn i’m really feeling this fit tonight” i say to my phone.

“so this is date night outfit, which i’m really feeling like i love this like look how cute this is” i say as i turn around and give a whole view of the outfit.

“i’ll see you all tomorrow, for the last two days of matt picking my outfits for the week. this has been so fun so far and the fits are all really cute but saturday is normally chill day so it probably won’t be anything amazing but i will see you all tomorrow” i say waving to the camera.

- saturday

“there’s been a change of plan tonight y’all, so yesterday i said it will probably be a chill night but we all decided to go to this party that we have all been invited too, so let’s see what matt has picked tonight”

“oh fuck yes, i’m so ready to go literal hoe shit with this fit” i say getting hyped at the outfit matt handed me.

“woah, steady there.” he says furrowing his brows.

“kidding but this is a bad ass outfit, i’ve not wore one of these fits in months and im so excited” i say making my way to get changed.

“okay y’all im back with the fit and i feel so amazing tonight, i dont know its something about when i wear these kind of clothes a different wave of confidence comes over me and im here for it but its a little revealing but nothing i haven’t wore before but i will see you all tomorrow for the last day of matt choosing my fits, i love y’all bye” i say switching off the camera as i get ready to leave for the party.

- sunday

the last day of matt choosing my outfits.

“hey guys, today is the last day of matt choosing my fits for the week and i’ve literally enjoyed doing this so much. there hasn’t been a bad outfit in sight which im kind of shocked at but we might do this again in the future but we could do it like i choose matt’s fits but who knows but let’s get onto the last fit. today is definitely going to be a chill day so let’s hope it’s a lounge fit.” i say as i wait for matt to come back out of my closet.

“and for your final outfit sweetheart, is just plain sweats and a long sleeve” he says with a cute smile and hands me the final outfit.

“thank god, because i’m literally going to lay around all day” i say as i make my way to get changed.

“okay so as i said today is gonna be a lazy day, matt pulled through with a comfy fit which im so glad for. but its just grey sweats and a grey long sleeve but thats all for this video and i will see you all whenever i next post but i love you all and you’re all beautiful, stay safe bye guys” i say as i blow a final kiss to the camera and i press post.

i posted my video a few hours ago and everyone seems to love it so far. i turn to matt who is laying on the other side of me, “thank you for doing that video with me” i say as i lean over and kiss his cheek.

“of course, anything for you and it was really fun i enjoyed it a lot and you looked so good in every one of those outfits, my love” he says as he peppers a bunch of kisses all over my face as i giggle and squirm under his body.

“i love you” he says as he presses a final kiss to my lips.

“i love you so much more” i say and lean up and kiss his lips then he falls down beside me and i lay my head on his chest.

#matthew sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo edit #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo imagine #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo smut

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crying-fantasies · 7 months

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Like carrier like sparkling

Humans, specially the ones from the new era, and specially the ones that have been born in the era of capitalism are way too good merchants, at least some of them.

That's what the Lost Light crew learn while watching the group of humans buying spices, chocolate, potatoes and rice, with many other things that, apparently, are indispensable in outer space and the continuous stock of it is necessary when you can't buy these so easily out of earth.

"Do we really need to go all the way back?", at the moment Rodimus whined about it, he wasn't even sure if his crew aboard would want to go back there after so little.

You looked at him, stopping the continuous typing over your datapad, "we could also buy some metals", your assurance catched his attention, now that was something the others would also want, his oral lubricant was increasing by the mere idea of energon with zinc and iron flakes.

In other occasional Magnus would have say something different or even Rodimus because returning to Earth almost every few solar cycles means no adventure time soon, but they can't say much when the new market the humans in the Lost Light created is what doubles the flow of credits and shanix on the ship, and the buying of basic metals and crystals made their basic energon blow with flavor when humans realized their "cooking".

It's something endearing, even the very same humans referred to themselves as squirrels before winter, Nautica searched for the meaning and the picture of the little thing almost made some bots to offline from the cuteness those puffed cheeks created, being totally baffled by it or the explanation you would give about it, surprising them even more by your scientific notation of how those little cute things were related to some kind of turborats.

Even with the construction and function of the green house aboard the Lost Light full of something called potatoes that you explained to him that could grow on martian land even if it was mere fiction to some point while he only heard about it.

Rodimus can remember that in different moments even years after, but in place of the group of humans or you, he watches Sunset talking with the same mannerisms you once did, moving his servos to get to his point.

"One third well grinned, the other mid, and the last one entire, also some peppers, I'll try to get those to grow back on the ship", Sunset moves his digits for all his orders, taking in mind all the products he needs to take over and how much is going to be sold to the humans settled in New Cybertron and the other colonies while doing mental numbers with his budget.

"Sure", the man makes a signal with his trembling hand result of advanced age and a whole truck comes with the order, "you act a lot like your family", the man referred to the previous humans in the LL, remembering how they came when his grandfather was the owner of the business and he merely a child, "good to see that you keep on your family traditions"

Sunset keeps silent, looking bashfully to the side and thinking about those words while a hand tightened around his datapad, he isn't sure how he feels, happy to some degree at least, only to turn around and see his father with tears at the edge of his optics, a servo over his intake, apparently moved beyond salvation.

"Dad, don't-"

"You act just like your mother"

Aw mech, why is he like this?

#reader insert #x reader #angst #transformers x reader #tf mtmte #rodimus x human reader #rodimus x reader #tf rodimus #rodimus #tf nautica #tf ultra magnus

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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highschool au steve (who’s friends with the party because fuck the king steve era he deserves good friends <3) where you’re his reluctant tutor and he’s convinced this is the start of a romcom where you two eventually fall in love but you’re just trying to tutor your cute annoying classmate because you need an excuse to get out of being dragged into joining a club and/or sport by your friends and tutoring can’t possibly be super hard right?

but eventually steve’s flirting gets to you and when he comes to your next tutoring session with an A on his latest paper you think he doesn’t need a tutor and are sad obviously happy to see he doesn’t need to be tutored anymore. cue steve being an in love idiot and purposefully flunking his next assignment so you can keep being his tutor. robin, who’s tired of his shit, tells you why his grades keep drastically fluctuating (because he wants to keep being tutored but also doesn’t want you to think you’re a bad tutor) which leads to (after some convincing from his children friends) you telling him if he gets an A on the next assignment you’ll go on a date with him <3

can u tell i got carried away again LMAO credit to whoever made the gif! i hope u like it hehe <3

Steve let out a sigh of defeat as he stared at the bright red F on his paper. He swears he did so well this time! Guess studying with Dustin didn't pay off. He felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hey,” Robin whispered. “What did you get?”

Steve rolled his eyes showing her the paper.

“Dustin is a shitty tutor.”

“Did you guys even study?”

Steve looked back at the other day and let out a soft “huh,” once he realized he simply walked into the library to grab Dustin. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, we didn't even study.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“How am I a junior who got accidentally put in calculus and doing better than you?”

Steve opened his mouth to come back with a snarky remark but was saved by the bell.

“Whatever, I'll talk to Ms. Rodriguez after class. I'm sure she'll find me a tutor.”

“Y/n, cmon please!” Chrissy begged while holding your hand. You chuckled, shaking your head as you grabbed your calculus book, shutting your locker once you had it.

“Chrissy I'm flattered, really, but there's no way I'm joining the cheer squad.”

Chrissy followed you as you made your way toward your next class.

“But the uniforms are so cute!”

“To each their own!”

You understand what she was trying to do for you. You never really joined any clubs at school, not for any particular reason. You just didn't want to. I mean, who wants to stay after school and practice instead of going home and relaxing?

“Okay, what about the newsletter?” she asked with a big smile.

You shook your head violently. “I love Nancy to death, but she takes that way too seriously.”

“Cause she's passionate about it! Do you have anything you're passionate about?”

You leaned against the wall by your classroom thinking about it. Surely there was something.

“Y/n!” you heard a voice shout.

Your head shot up in the direction your name was called, a smile craving your face as you saw the familiar mop of semi-curls.

“Hey, Eddie!”

Eddie laughed and picked you up while spinning you around.

He placed you down and brought you in for a tight hug.

“Not that I don't appreciate the love, but what's going on?”

“I finally got an A on Mr. David’s paper and it's all thanks to you!”

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the small praise from the boy in front of you. You waved your hand around as you looked down at your feet.

“No, it wasn't me Eddie, I just showed you how to study in your own way! Sometimes sitting in front of books and reading isn't for everyone,” you said with a smile.

“Yeah, well because of you I’ll be able to finally get the hell out of here! Seriously y/n you're a genius!” he shouted at you while pointing and walking in the opposite direction.

Chrissy giggled. “He's such a weird kid. Not a bad weird though.”

You nodded your head. “He's a sweetheart though, I'll see you after tryouts?” you asked her, finally beginning to walk into class.

She nodded her head with a bright smile on her face. “See you after tryouts!”

You smiled and took your usual seat at your desk, you glanced at the board and opened your textbook to the page that was on the board getting ready to read about today’s lesson.

“Y/n, could you come up here, please?” you heard Ms. Rodriguez call. You make your way over to her desk with confusion on your face.

“Is everything okay?”

“Of course sweetheart! How would you feel about some extra credit?”

You perked up at the mention of it causing Ms. Rodriguez to laugh.

“I have a student who needs tutoring and I figured why not send in my best student.”

“Ms. Rodriguez I just passed your last test, if I'm your best student that's a little sad.”

“You helped Munson get a B on his quiz.”

Your eyes went wide and you smiled. “Did I really?”

She nodded her head and smiled at you. “I don't mean to be rude but you brought him from a D to a B, it's progress.”

You stood there and thought about it. The teachers underestimated Eddie. He was smart, he just didn't have the proper tools to kick-start his mind. What if this kid isn't smart? What if you can never teach then they fail? That means that you've failed.

“Look, you don't have to say yes,” Ms. Rodriguez started. “But if you decide to go he said he'd meet you in the library after school…assuming he knows where that is.”

You nodded your head. “I'll tutor him, I'm sure it won't be that hard.”

It's been an hour. An hour of you sitting in the school library when you could be at home taking a nap. Chrissy stopped by earlier jumping for joy when she told you she made the cheer squad. You smiled and congratulated her knowing she was ecstatic to be on the team. She left shortly saying she needed to meet the coaches for her uniform, ever since then you've been alone.

You let out a frustrated sigh gathering your things while cursing under your breath. At least you finished some homework, now you can go home and just relax. Your thoughts are cut off when someone bursts into the library panting trying to catch their breath. Shushes are thrown at him causing him to scoff.

“Oh relax. Geez, a guy can't even breathe nowadays.” His eyes scanned the library lighting when they land on you.

Oh no, you think. Please, please for the love god tell me I don't have to tutor Steve Harrington.

“Hey y/n! Ms. Rodriguez said you'd tutor me.”

Send the flood. Send it now.

“You’re late Harrington.”

“I know, but hear me out!”

You took a seat gesturing for him to go on.

“Oh, I didn't think you were actually gonna hear me out.”

“Steve, I'll leave.”

“Right, sorry, I would've been here but I needed to pick up the kids from school.”

Kids? “You have kids?”

“God no! I mean, not yet. I'll have little nuggets of my own someday, but I babysit…I guess.”

Your eyes light up as you remember seeing him with a group of kids from time to time. “Oh yeah! Nance’s brother and his friends, right?”

He smiled and sat down next to you nodding his head.

“Yup, they're demons.” He rubbed his hands together and put his backpack on the table. “So when do we start?”

“We started an hour ago Steve. Look, seriously if you want me to be your tutor please come on time.”

Steve nodded and made an X over his heart. “Cross my heart, and hope to die, babe.”

You bit your bottom lip, shaking your head trying to fight off the heat that made way to your cheeks.

“So um, Rodriguez gave me your quiz.”

“Ah, so you've seen my handy work,” he said while leaning back in the chair, his arms thrown behind his head.

“If that's what you want to call it.” you smiled.

Steve swears he felt his heart beat out of his chest when you smiled at him. How has he never noticed how pretty you are? He's seen you around the school before, he knows your friends with Robin. How come you guys haven't crossed paths before?

“You see how you have X=8? It actually equals 20. You have to carry the five here and subtract three from- Steve are you listening?”

“You're really pretty.” he blurred out.

Great, you thought. Now I'm flustered. “Oh, um, thank you, but we should really get back to studying-”

“We should go out sometime.”

You ignore his comment and look through his test making mental notes. “Do you remember anything from algebra?” you asked while glancing at him.

“What?”

You put your head in your hands and let out a sigh. “We're gonna need more than books to help you.”

“No, Robin! I need you to put in a good word for me!”

Robin closed her locker and looked at him. “Steve, you're literally a chick magnet. Why do you need my help?”

Steve hopped into the driver's seat with disappointment written on his face. He was supposed to meet you to study after school today but you canceled.

“She's not just a chick robin. There's something about her I just can't shake off.”

“Gross, you've been watching rom-coms too much.”

Steve sighed and saw you walking out of the building with a smile on his face. He's been studying with you for about two weeks now and he's been anxiously waiting to get his test back from Ms. Rodriguez. He's been studying the flash cards you made him paying more attention to your handwriting than the material written on the cards.

“Should I talk to her?” Steve asked while looking over at robin who was too busy applying mascara to her lashes.

“Uh-huh, totally.”

Steve rolled his eyes, stepping out of the car and jogging over to you.

“Y/n! Hey!” he said with a smile on his face.

“Hey, Steve, any news back about your test?”

He stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jacket nervously swaying back and forth on the heels of his feet.

“Nah not yet, by the way, you look stunning today,” he said with a smile. You roll your eyes as he grabs your hand lifting it up in the air.

“cmon, do a little spin for me”

Ever since that first day of studying with you, he's been persistent in getting you to fall for him. He'll bring you little gifts or doodles he does in class when he's bored even though you scold him for not paying attention. He's even brought in his friends to back him up.

“You know Steve is a nice guy,” Mike said. “My sister loved going out with- oof.”

Dustin cut him off with a punch to the arm. “Dude, maybe don't mention the fact that Nancy went out with him.”

Mike made a confused noise. “But she's happy with Jonathan now. What's the harm?”

You reluctantly do the spin pushing him away when he lets out a whistle.

“You're so stupid,” you said walking away from him.

“Stupid for you. When are you gonna let me take you out on a date? Dustin vouched that I'm a hopeless romantic.”

You opened your mouth to say something but got cut off by someone shouting your name.

“Yo! Y/n!”

“Oh hey, Robert, ready to study?”

Steve felt his heart drop. You're studying with other people? But that's your guys’ thing.

“Yeah, coach will have my head if I don't get my history grade up.”

Did you cancel your study date with Steve to study with someone else?

“I'm sure he will superstar, I'll meet you in the library in a bit.”

Robert nodded his head and walked away to the library. You looked at Steve and noticed his mood went down.

“Hey, everything okay?”

“You're studying with Robert?”

“Yeah, his coach practically begged me to tutor him so he can play in Friday's game.”

Steve understood you are free to study with other people. Free to study with other guys. So why was he so jealous?

“Oh, okay cool.”

You held back a giggle as you pushed him back slightly. “Jealous Harrington?”

“A little.”

You swear you always know what he's about to say, yet he always catches you off guard.

You ruffle his hair and make your way to the library throwing a glance at him over your shoulder.

“Don't worry Harrington, there's no guy like you.”

Steve watched you walk away with rosy cheeks and a smile as he walked back to his car humming a random tune.

“Robin.”

“I saw that whole thing you are head over heels for her. I'll put a word in for you.”

“No need, apparently there's no guy like me.”

Steve was pushing past students shouting out the occasional “excuse me!” and “get out of my way.” he bursts into the library, his eyes scanning the room before he sees you're nose deep in a book, walkman headphones over your ears.

He sprints over to you and slams his body down in the chair across from you.

You jump and glare at him, moving your headphones down around your neck. “Jesus Steve, how about you warn a girl before you ambush her?”

Steve said nothing as he placed the test in front of you with the biggest smile you've ever seen. You gasped and grabbed the test bringing it closer to you, letting out a squeal when you see a green 85% written at the top of his test. You throw half of your body across the table wrapping him in a hug.

“I told you you could do it, Stevie!”

Steve thought he died right then and there and was greeted by an angel who looked a little too much like you.

You sit back in your seat and give him a bittersweet smile. “This is the end of an era Steve, you're all good now.”

You've never seen a smile leave his face so fast. “What? What do you mean?”

You looked at your watch and started putting some of your books away in your bag.

“You passed the test Steve, that's why Rodriguez asked me to tutor you.”

“But what about my next test?”

You let out a giggle and threw your bag over your shoulder.

“This is the basics, if you understood this then you're set for the rest of the year.”

Steve’s jaw dropped as he looked at you in shock. You set him up! You made him fall in love with you and your beautiful brain only to abandon him before he could make the move!

“But what if I fail again?! What happens then?”

“Steve, you're not gonna fail! I believe in you, you got this!” you encouraged him while standing up. “Now if you'll excuse me, I have to pass on my smarts to another jock.”

Steve watched you walk away with a frown on his face. He stormed into the hand room whispering for robin to meet him by his car after practice.

“Hey, y/n told me about you passing! Congrats dingus, maybe you aren't a dingus after all.”

“I need to fail my next assignment.”

Robin sighed and pinched the bridge of her most. “I stand corrected. Okay, what's up?”

Steve opened the car door for her and ran around to his side once robin saluted him and sat in the passenger seat. He started his car and started the drive to Robin’s house.

“She said it's the end of an era! What's that even mean?”

“She meant studying Steve. She considers you a friend now, so you can hang out with her without the textbooks and stress!”

Robin did make a fair point. He could finally flirt with you without you getting onto him about staying focused. It’d just be you two, no books, no kids from your class asking you questions about the notes you took, and no more stupid calculus work. For some unknown reason, all of that terrified Steve. When you guys were studying everything came naturally to Steve, he thinks, no, he knows the minute he hangs out with you outside of study hours he's going to embarrass himself. Steve shook his head and looked over at robin.

“Our study dates are better, I'll just fail tomorrow's assignment, and boom. I'm back in.”

You arrived early to school knowing you had to help Eddie cram for his English test in first period. You grabbed a couple of notebooks for your classes today and slammed your locker shouting when you saw robin behind it.

“Jesus Christ! What is up with you and Steve sneaking up on me?!”

Robin put both hands on your shoulders and shook you gently.

“Please talk to him!” she shouted, her voice bouncing off the walls of the nearly empty hallway. “He plans on failing all of today’s assignments just so he can keep studying with you!”

“Robin, please stop shaking me. Many people love this brain.”

She stopped shaking you but her grip on your shoulders stayed tight.

“I love you y/n, I really do. You're one of my best friends!”

“Awe, Robi-”

“But I swear to god if I have to hear about how your eyes sparkle every time Steve gets a question right, or about how badly he has to fight the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear when it falls in your face while reading I will poke pencils in my ears!”

Heat rushed to your cheeks at everything robin was saying. Did Steve really feel like that? You know he likes to flirt with you here and there but you thought that was him just being charismatic. Robin rolled her eyes when she sees that you were blushing.

“God, you're just as bad as him.”

“Okay so, what Shakespeare is trying to say is-”

“Hey rob, beat it. Gotta discuss something with my girl.” Steve said pulling a chair next to you and slinging his arm around you.

You rolled your eyes and looked over at him. “Steve I'm in the middle of helping Robert write a report-”

“No, no, he's fine. I think I'm gonna have a brain aneurysm if I read anymore.” Robert said while gathering his things.

You opened your mouth ready to ask Steve what was going on but he held a piece of paper up.

“An F?! Stevie, what happened? You were doing so good?” you gasped out grabbing the calculus homework out of his hands.

Steve shrugged his shoulders and sighed. “I guess I need more tutoring, gosh sometimes my memory is so bad I forget things like that!” he said with the snap of his fingers.

You tuned him out as you squinted at the paper, something was off, this wasn't Steve's handwriting.

“Steve?”

“Yes, darling?”

You blushed but chose to ignore his comment. “Your handwriting looks a lot like this one kid I tutored.”

“Duh, it's me. I'm the kid you tutored.”

You shook your head letting out a hum. “Your handwriting is neat. This looks like chicken scratch.”

Steve let out an awkward chuckle and cleared his throat. “Okay fine, I borrowed-”

“Borrowed?”

“I stole Jerry’s homework and pretended it was mine so that way I can keep studying with you.”

“Steve! You can hang out with me outside of studying!”

“I know I can! It's just easier with the books all around me cause I feel like you're not 100% focused on me! I know the second I have all your attention on me in gonna embarrass myself and you'll never want to date me.”

you giggle and give Steve the paper.

“I'll tell you what, next assignment you get an A on we'll go out on a date.”

Steve smiled. “You mean it?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, babe.”

Steve shot out of his seat and kissed you on your cheek running out of the library.

“I won't let you down babe!”

A group of students shushed him and he shushed them back aggressively. “Geez, talk about a tough crowd.”

The next day you opened up your locker picking up a piece of paper that fell out. You unfolded it smiling as you saw the A+ written at the top of his paper right next to his name. Steve snuck up behind you giving your cheek a kiss, smiling at his good grade.

“Now, if I'm not mistaken, I believe you owe me a date.”

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