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#I WISH MY EYESIGHT WAS THIS CLEAR
harunayuuka2060 · 6 months
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Grandma MC: Look at these, son. Aren't the flowers in full bloom?
Crowley: Indeed they are, Granny.
Grandma MC: Oh, *chuckles* I wish my eyesight was still very clear. I don't know if what I'm seeing is red or a pink flower.
Crowley: It's magenta, Granny.
Grandma MC: It is? Oh, beautiful, beautiful. I should make a sweater with that color.
Crowley: I'll buy you some supplies then.
Grandma MC: Oh don't bother yourself. I'll just ask Sammy if he can lend me some.
Crowley: ...
Crowley: You knew Mr. S?
Grandma MC: Why, yes! We had this talk about going to other side. *chuckles*
Crowley: ...
Sam: It was a fun discussion! What are you being angry about?!
Crowley: You should not talk about death to an old lady!
Sam: Granny is OLD. She's not like a delusional old woman who wishes to have a long life! She's open-minded and sweet, and she's curious!
Crowley: She is! But have you ever thought how would that make me feel?!
Sam: ...
Sam: Oh. My bad, headmage.
Sam: ...
Crowley: Hmph. Granny needs some supplies. She wants to knit a sweater in a magenta color.
Sam: ...
Sam: Alright. You'll pay for this. Yes?
Crowley: Yes. And I'm giving you a warning.
Sam: Okay, okay. No talking about death with Granny.
Grandma MC: *chuckles* *pleased with her work* I wonder who I should give this.
Grandma MC: Grim, is there anyone you know that's in a relationship?
Grim: Your boys are all hopelessly single, Granny.
Grandma MC: Why, that can't be true.
Grim: They are. Have you ever seen them meeting a girl?
Grandma MC: Oh it doesn't have be a girl, Grim.
Grim: Oh. Okay. Rook and Vil of Pomefiore.
Rook: Merveilleux! Are these really from Granny?
Grim: Yeah. You should try it on together with Vil.
Vil: ...
Vil: Are these couple sweaters?
Rook: *chuckles, obviously liking it*
Vil: ...
Vil: Does Granny think Rook and I ARE in that kind of relationship?
Grim: ...
Grim: Well, she said it doesn't have to be a girl so—
Grim: ...
Vil: *looking sternly at him*
Grim: ...
Grim: *frowns* Well if you don't like it, just give it back!
Vil: No. Rook, we're wearing this.
Rook: Oui!
Epel: ...
Epel: What's this?
Vil: Your sweater, Epel.
Epel: ...
Epel: Why is it almost similar to yours and Rook-senpai's?
Vil: *teasing smirk* I asked Granny to make a kiddie version.
Vil: We're all wearing ours on family day.
Epel: Like hell I would!
Rook: Epel, we didn't raise you to be disrespectful.
Epel: *cries* I'm going to report you to Granny!
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lbxbx · 2 months
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Cockpit 4 | knj
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Pair: Namjoon x reader
Summary: Namjoon goes through a rough time while getting a divorce, meeting you at the club two weeks in a row when attraction becomes unreal.
Rating: +18 mature content, Smut, divorce, fatherhood, anal play
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You managed to slip from underneath him and wear the tank top you were wearing earlier today, you rush to collect his pants and throw them in the washer. After all, it was you who spilled the wine.
You rush to the kitchen and open the fridge, you’re starving, and you’re very thirsty. You grab a bottle of water and unscrew the lid, you drink almost the whole bottle in one go to quench your thirst.
“Y/N?” You hear Namjoon’s footsteps coming closer to you, “Yeah?” You close the bottle and look at him when he enters the kitchen wearing only his boxers.
“I can’t find my pants.” This man looks like a lost puppy all the time.
“Oh, I hope you don’t mind.” You take out a water bottle and hand it to him. “I put it in the washer, I spilled some wine on it earlier.”
“Thank you.” He grabs the bottle and drinks, his throat bobbing to every gulp he swallows. “Is it going to take time?”
You turn and look at the washer. “95 Minutes. Do you have somewhere to be?”
“No, but it’s getting late.” He puts down his bottle, you cross your arms and look around for a second, should you ask him to stay?
Of course not. Your brain is still working after all.
“Are you okay?” He squints his eyes trying to read your mind, you need to say something quick and not stupid.
“I’m hungry, are you?”
He tilts his head and his eyes still search your face. “Yeah.” He says unsurely.
You feel like he’s going to pull the words out of you, so you decide to turn and open the pantry and take out a couple of cup noodles.
“I really like your place.” He makes small talk and leans against the counter with his arms crossed.
“You do? Thank you.” You turn on the kettle to boil water. “I was really lucky to find this apartment on sale.”
“You’re not renting?” He asks and you shake your head. “I was going to, but the owner put a last minute offer and I had some money on hand, so I just went ahead.”
He nods and looks around the kitchen, you look at him and follow his eyesight, “You wanna look around? Food needs a couple minutes.”
“Sure.” He uncrosses his arms, and you show him around your apartment, you really adore your place and take pride in it, you decorated it the way you wanted, painted the walls the color you liked, you even showed him your wooden poker table you had and he’s really amused by it.
“You can play poker?” He asks touching the table with his fingertips, you nod and just now it hits you, you have a man you just met in the club a week ago in your place, wearing only his boxers and touching your poker table.
“We should play sometime.” He looks at you when he feels your eyes burn his back, you wish you could kiss him all over it, down his spine and his broad shoulders, this man is big.
“We totally should.” You smirk, he walks closer to you and tugs a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t look at me like that.”
You tease and look at his lips, not bothering to look into his eyes. “Hm? Like what?”
He licks his bottom lip and clears his throat, sealing the space between both of you, your chest now brushing against his, he looks down at you eyeing his lips and his brain recalls your face when you’re being fucked by him, that alone made him want you all over again.
“Like you wanna be fucked again until you can’t walk.” He spits out which makes your heart skip a beat and your breath to hitch. “Cause I’ll do it.” He even continues.
This man will be the death of you.
You stare at him with your orbs widened and your jaw slightly open, his lips twitch, he wants to say more but he hesitated for a second, “Y/N?”
“Yeah?” Your hands fall on his chest.
“Tell me about your sexual fantasies.” He speaks. “I have so many things I want to do to you.”
“You do?” Your face is heating up and your insides are clenching around nothing. “Gosh, I need to sit.”
“Let me help you.” His hands reach the back the back of your thighs and he carries you up, he puts you down on the poker table and gets down on his knees, you’re not sure where he’s going but you shut your knees closer to each other, he looks up at you and forcefully spreads them apart, revealing your bare cunt under your tank top.
His eyes locked onto yours, he prints soft wet kisses and bites on your inner thighs, all the way inside until you can feel his breath coming out from his nose on your pussy.
You struggle to stay in the same position, your core is too weak for this position and you’re already shaking, you need to hold on to something or change the position.
He cuts to the chase and he devours your pussy with his eager mouth, his tongue flicking your clit and sucking on it, you throw your head back and you feel yourself getting weaker by the second, your hand reaches for the back of his head and you hold onto his hair for dear life.
“You taste so fucking good.” He slides a finger into your clenching wet pussy and licks your clit once with his hot wet tongue, your eyes close partly when he curls his fingers inside you. “Holy fucking shit.” Your grip gets tighter on his hair, your legs close around his head which makes your core rest for a few seconds.
Namjoon’s hand again moves to the back of your knees and he pushes them towards your torso all the way, which makes you hold on to your own legs for support, his tongue moving down to your entrance and he pushes it in, his fingers spread your lady lumps apart, you stiffen when you feel him move further down to your puckered butt hole, he licks it with his tongue and prints kisses around it, it’s your first time ever and it feels..
Different.
You sit up and eye him very carefully, almost anxiously, his tongue flicking the hole and making it glisten with his spit before he rubs it with his index finger and slowly pushes it in.
You whimper and one of your hands moves to your mouth, “Namjoon.” He looks up at you with lazy eyes, his finger pushing further inside you, you cover your mouth with the back of your hand when you feel the pressure of his finger inside you, it’s extremely tight and a little weird for you, and you’ve never been a big fan of change.
“You’re so tight.” He wets your hole again and the slickness makes everything feel different and good, you throw your head back when he starts moving his finger in and out of you, his tongue licking long lines from your ass up to your clit, he even prints kisses on your inner thigh and bites it harder than before, then goes back to sucking your clit.
It was the sloppiest head you’ve ever had.
You’ve received head before but it was only men doing it weirdly and not even remotely close to making you satisfied. But Kim fucking Namjoon does it to make you enjoy the process and solely to satiate you and make you feel good. He made sure every single cell of your body is drugged with pleasure.
He’s doing things that you’ve never even thought about doing with anyone.
Hell you didn’t even know you were into, but he gives it to you like he knows you for years and knows what you’re into.
“I’m gonna cum.” You announce, he pulls back and takes his finger out with a subtle pop, your shoulders sulk in disappointment, you even stare at him for a second, he’s probably up to something and in fact, he is.
He carries you and you wrap your legs around his torso and pull him in for a heavy make out session while he walks to your bedroom again, he puts you down on your feet near your full body mirror, he turns you so your back faces him, and so you can face the mirror.
You can feel his bulge pressed against your ass which makes you panic for a second, you two just got to know each other and he’s already going to fuck you in the ass?
He yanks off your tank top and you hear a breath escape his lips. “Fuck, Y/N” He grunts, his lips hovering against your ear.
“Hm?” You’re already out of breath and you feel your wetness running down your thigh, you just want him to pound you endless.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since day one.” He whispers into your ear and pushes your hips back into his, his cock is rock hard like you didn’t fuck just 20 minutes ago. “I’ve been wanting to do things to you..” He continues, then buries his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent. He finds your natural body odor insanely arousing.
His finger tips run up both your arms, then to your hair to run his fingers through, he smells your hair and pushes your hair aside to reveal your tattoo, he prints a kiss on the nape of your neck and licks your tattoo, the taste of your skin sits on his tongue, fuck he could easily bust a nut right now.
You feel goose bumps through your entire body and you shiver when you feel his finger tip running down your spine, he smirks in return and looks into your eyes through the mirror. “You want to see yourself getting fucked?”
You gulp and look at his reflection, standing behind you with his lips next to your ear, the constant clenching around nothing isn’t giving you a break, you nod slowly with your eyes locked into his. “Good.” He whispers and goes down on his knees. “Eyes on the mirror.”
You gasp when you feel him spread your butt cheeks and devour your pussy again, but this time from the back. Continuing what he couldn’t finish on your poker table earlier. “Fuck, Namjoon.”
Your hands struggle to find support again, you need to lean onto something or you will collapse. If not now, you’re only seconds away.
The only thing in front of you is the mirror and your palms lean on its frame, your back arches and your legs close when he shoves in two fingers inside you, his left hand sits on your lower back and he puts light pressure to get you to arch your ass back out for him, and you do, to which he delivers a spank to your ass and he grips on your ass cheeks and squeezes hard on it whilst jiggling it.
That alone makes you clench around his fingers, your cheek is pressed against the mirror, and your quickened breath fogs the mirror, the heat from your breath felt on the side of your face.
He can feel you close to cumming again, he pulls back and again you sulk and whine in frustration. “No not again.”
He audibly laughs before sitting up and pressing against your ass again, his hands working to pull down his boxers. “You can’t wait to feel my cock in your little tight pussy again huh?” His cock is into his hands and as he strokes the tip, you can feel his knuckles brushing against your ass and it drives you insane.
You push yourself with your palms away from the mirror to look at him through it.
“How hard do you want me to fuck you?” He asks.
Your fogged and high on sex brain doesn’t function out an answer, no matter how hard you want to tease him with something, you can’t.
Your insides are already missing his addictive touch and your body feels like utter inferno.
You look at your reflection in the mirror, Namjoon did fuck you up, your hair is messy and frizzy, your face is heated up and flushed red, sweaty too. The arousal in your body caused your lips to turn dark red and they’ve never been this plump, Namjoon aches to kiss you on the lips over and over. Your breasts are swollen and your nipples are hard and sensitive to the touch, even sensitive to room air.
Your entire body is glistening with sweat and your inner thighs have Namjoon’s bites printed on them and your arousal is coating those dark spots, your hips and your ass have Namjoon’s fingers marked on them and bruises from his palm.
Namjoon looks at you through the mirror and he’s totally satisfied with the way he made you look, but not fully satiated, he wants to do more to you and fuck you until you beg him to stop.
His eyes meet yours and you feel his dick rubbing against your folds, grinding and spreading your wetness all over your cunt, your hands sit on his for support and you hold onto them for dear life. He grabs your hips tighter and teases your entrance with his bare cock which feels insanely good for you, but it’s totally wrong, you can see his dick peaking through your thighs in the mirror.
“Fuck, No..” You moan in return and your hand moves down to cover your pussy, and you subtly push him, it hits him right away and he pulls back, he searches around the room for a second, trying to find his wallet.
He didn’t even bring his wallet to your bedroom, which makes you think his brain is fogged up too.
“There are a few in the night stand.” You spit out. “The first drawer.”
He lets go of you which you immediately lose your gate and your legs feel loose, he grabs you back almost immediately and smirks. “I haven’t even fucked you properly yet.”
You look back at him and your noses hit. “Oh fuck you Namjoon.” You hit his chest with your elbow playfully. “Go get a condom before your dick goes soft.”
He doesn’t hesitate to print a soft kiss on the side of your face and he whispers. “I’m gonna let go of you now.”
You lean your palms on the mirror frame again for support and he lets go and turns to take a condom out of your drawer, he rips the silver packaging open with his teeth and spits it out of his mouth before grabbing the condom and putting it on, all you see is his face focused on the task between his hands, the rest is blocked by the reflection of your body in the mirror.
He walks closer and grabs both of your palms away from the mirror and into his hands. “You want me to eat you out again?” He asks, his dick brushing against your ass which makes you roll your eyes at him. “Just fuck me already.”
You get weirdly impatient around this man.
“Alright alright..” He hooks his wrist with both of your arms behind your back and holds you still before rubbing the tip against your entrance, you even wiggle your ass down and try to land on his dick, but he clicks his tongue and whispers against your ear. “You’re hungry for my dick aren’t you?”
Your jaw drops slowly when he pushes his thick cock inside your wet pussy, and like a missing puzzle piece, your insides welcome his dick again and your bodies become one.
His other arm wraps around your neck and he pushes more of his cock inside you, you gasp when you feel him reaching that spot again, you throw your head back into his arm and clear your throat. “Slow.”
And he stops for a second letting you adjust and stretch around his throbbing cock, your legs can’t hold you anymore and you feel yourself not being able to stand up anymore, he grabs you by the waist tightly to support you which makes his cock unintentionally push more inside you. “Oh my god-“ Your voice came out loud and your back arches. He panics for a second because he thinks you’re in pain, he even grabs your waist tighter and looks down at you. “Fuck, sorry.”
You take a few breaths and put a hand on his wrist that’s wrapped around your neck, you look at him through the mirror and watch how he looks at you like you’re a fragile piece of glass.
He feels your eyes on him and he decides to look back at you through the mirror, his lips kissing your ear and neck softly, which gets you to relax around his dick and he’s able to push more into you until he’s ball deep.
“Go.” You nod, and he pulls his dick out of you throbbing pussy, keeping the dick in, before he pushes back into you, doing it multiple times before his speed goes up, with every thrust he knocks a breath out of you, you press your knees together and close your eyes shut. “Keep going.”
And he takes it as a sign to pound even harder into you, your tits bouncing to every thrust, he lets go of your waist and grabs both your elbows, pulling his dick fully out of you, he rubs your clit with it before slamming it back inside you all at once, he presses his lips against your ear and you can feel every breath that escapes his lips mixed with moans.
You always wanted to hear a man be vulnerable in bed and Namjoon gave it to you on a silver platter.
“F-fuck, ah..” His eyes close, “You’re gonna make me cum.” He slams harder into you, with each thrust he presses hard on his teeth. “Ah.. I love the way you make me feel.” His fingers wrap around your neck. “You make me feel so good, fuck.” He almost loses control with his thrusts but still manages to fuck you hard, the loud sinful noises of your skins hitting fill your room again. “Do you want cum around my dick? Hm?”
“I’m gonna cum.” You look at him through the mirror which wakes him up for a second, he looks back at you through your reflection with fire in his eyes.
He pulls his cock out and pushes you onto the bed, you land on your hands and knees, he puts his hand on your lower back signaling you to stay like this and you do, you put your ass up for him and he stands behind you, your hips in his hands, he spanks you on the ass once before pushing his dick back inside you and your hips meet again.
He goes back to pounding your soul out of you, both of you breathless, he gathers your hair in one hand and pulls you closer so your back meets his chest, the angle change making you near your high, the knot in your stomach is so close to snapping, he bites your ear and whispers. “Tell me how much you like being fucked like this.”
“Keep fucking me, don’t stop.” This barely makes it out of your lips, his hand reaches to your breasts and he pinches your nipple with two fingers, “Cum for me.” He says and in a click of a button your knot snaps inside your stomach and a heat wave goes through your entire body and down your back, you’re squirting against his dick which you never realized you could do, you gasp and look down at your pussy gushing out cum. “Fuck-“
Your muscles relax and your chest heaves up and down, It takes Namjoon seconds before he bursts his nut into his condom while throwing his head back. “Fuck.” The muscles on his chest tense when he fucks you through his orgasm, he falls down beside you on the bed, both of you collapsed next to each other, he’s on his back breathing fast and you’re face down on the sheets.
Both of you fucked and tired.
It’s only seconds later, you look at him and he looks back at you, both of you let out a soft laugh, he closes his eyes. “You’re fucking amazing.”
You grin at that compliment even though you should be the one giving it to him. You lay down on your back and turn to him, he sits up and rolls the condom off of his dick, before twisting a knot into it and throwing it in a bin, he leaves the room for a second, then comes back to the bedroom with a pack of cigarettes in his hand, he sits on the bed again, elbows on his thighs, he puts a cigarette between his lips and lights it up.
All you see is his carved back and his head leaning back to blow smoke, you watch him carefully for seconds, you can’t seem to take your eyes off of this man.
You sit up on your knees and wrap your arms around him from behind, printing a few kisses on his shoulders and back before grabbing the cigarette from his hands and putting it between your lips, you turn to straddle him and sit on his thighs, he seems startled for a second, you take a drag and blow out smoke away from his face before offering him back his smoke.
“Stay the night.”
“What?” He heard you the first time but he’s just making sure.
“You heard me.”  You smirk. “You can leave in the morning, it’s too late now and your pants aren’t even done.”
He stares at you in the eyes, and he sees that you genuinely want him to stay and there’s no harm. It’s just one night.
He grabs the smoke from your hand and takes a puff, blowing smoke away from your face and lifting an eyebrow at you, “Okay.” He nods.
You get up from his lap and almost lose your balance, his hand reaches fast to grab you but it lands on your ass.
“I can’t tell if you’re helping or if it’s an excuse to touch my ass Namjoon.” You turn to look at him, he stands up and takes another puff from his smoke before offering it back to you. “I don’t need an excuse to touch your ass, Y/N.”  His chest brushes against yours, you take the cigarette and put it in between your lips, taking a long drag.
You did have friends who smoked back in college, you took occasional puffs here and there, but you don’t really like it that much.
You blow smoke into his face. “Go shower. We totally forgot about the water we boiled for the noodles.”
“Hmm..” He puts a finger under his chin and pretends to be thinking. “Noodles or sex?”
You giggle playfully and hit his chest, turning to catch your tank top you throw it on and turn on your bathroom light. “I have everything you need in here.” You guide him into the bathroom. “Shampoo and conditioner are by the shower head, I have extra toothbrushes in the second drawer, and the blow dryer is in this closet.” You point at the closet under the sink before you hand him a towel, he nods and scratches the back of his neck, shifting awkwardly in his spot.
“What?”
“I have nothing to wear.” He looks down at you.
“Oh, you can stay in your towel if you want to.” You shrug nonchalantly, he crosses his arms and says with a hint of a pout. “Of course I can’t.”
“Unless you want me to lend you a thong.” You offer him. He squints his eyes. “I’ll choose the towel thank you.”
You leave the bathroom and go back to the kitchen, the water you boiled earlier has gone cold, you boil it again before picking out side dishes from the fridge, cup noodles were enough earlier, but not anymore when you’re past two rounds of heavy pounding.
It’s minutes after, both of you seated on your kitchen table and eating like you’ve never seen food before, you admire this guy even more, he’s not like any of the guys you slept with.
He has manners when he’s eating, he doesn’t chew loud, nor with his mouth open, he wipes his mouth clean after every bite, he doesn’t even speak with food in his mouth.
“You know what I find weird?” He asks, scraping the last of his ramen into a spoon. You look at him and wait for him to finish. “We slept together and we don’t even each other’s ages.”
“Oh yeah.” It hits you now too, you put your chopsticks down and take a sip of water. “I think what matters most is that we’re both adults.” You shrug.
“Mhm.” He agrees, then eats the last spoonful of ramen.
“But really how old are you?” You contradict your previous point which makes you earn a subtle laugh from him.
“I turn thirty in September.” He says right after he swallows his bite. “You?”
You nod, he actually does look thirty.
You lean your elbow on the table and put your chin into your palm. “Try to guess.”
“That’s a very risky game.” He shakes his head. “I refuse to guess.”
“Come on, at least try.” You whine, you’re genuinely curious to know how old he thinks you are.
“Hmm..” He leans both his elbows on the table and leans closer to stare into your eyes, tilts his head and squints his eyes for a second. “A gorgeous face with an insanely hot figure.”
You clear your throat, he leans closer and his nose hits yours. “With your beautiful ass and a tight pussy like yours?”
Your head is spinning, your mouth opens but you pause for a second.
He blurts out your exact age and guesses right, but something tells you that he knows that before and you look at him suspiciously. “How’d you know?”
“You have your medical degree hung up on the wall.” He smirks. “It has your birth date on it.”
“Such an idiot.” You hit him on his chest and get up to clean the table. He laughs and helps you discarding the empty ramen cups.
“I’m just messing with you.” He stands behind you while you’re cleaning the only dish you used, “But I was serious about your face and your body, you’re fucking gorgeous.” He presses against you cornering you against the sink, you shiver when you feel his breath down your neck. “You’re going to be the death of me, Kim Namjoon.”
He bites the skin on your neck softly and whispers. “I’d fuck you again but I would kill for some sleep now.”
You won’t even try to refuse if he offered more sex, you can’t get enough of him.
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It’s almost 3 in the morning, the room is completely dark and it feels warmer than usual even when the air conditioning is turned on. You blame it on your dreams and what happened earlier with the man lying next to you.
You turn to look at him, sleeping on his side and covering just his lower half, he slept naked considering his clothes weren’t dry nor comfortable enough to sleep with.
He looks incredibly alluring even when he’s asleep,  you were sucking his cock in your dreams just a couple second ago and it felt amazing to be in control and pleasure him. The heat between your legs makes you whine in frustration, you have to wake him up.
No no.
You Need to wake him up. Now.
You take the covers off of you, sit up and straddle his hips, not fully landing on top of him, the blanket still covering his lower half. You bury your face in his neck and kiss him there softly, once, twice, thrice, then up to his ear, you lick it and blow air softly into it, which makes him shift in bed. “Mmm.” He groans and opens one eye. “Y/N, are you okay?”
Now you fully land on his lower half, the blanket is still stopping you from touching his cock with your cunt. You grab his head into your hands and kiss him on the lips softly, he’s still half asleep so he hardly kisses back. “We have to get some sleep.” He mumbles.
You’re totally unbothered by his statement, so you kiss him again and go down to his neck, licking a long line from his collarbone up to the back of his ear, then kiss him there, moving down to his neck and giving him soft bites.
His hands land on your hips and he hums in return. “Are you up?” You ask him, he nods, his eyes half open. “Good.” You say sternly.
You move down to his chest and kiss him, sucking on some spots here and there, then moving down to his stomach, you print a few kisses on it then gaze at his trail of pubes, the excitement in you is indescribable, you’ve never wanted to blow a man this much.
He feels you moving down and he knows what you’re about to do, he sits up on his elbows and looks at you, his hair messy and his lips pouty, eyes half open. His hand reaches for your hair and he tugs it away from your face and behind your ear.
His mind is still foggy from being in deep sleep, but his body is already on fire, he can’t remember the last time he got his dick sucked.
You pull the blanket off of him and grab his hardening dick in your hand, trailing a few wet lines of saliva on it to make it wet, you stroke it slowly and kiss his upper thigh while looking up at him. He’s fully conscious and alert.
“I’ve been wanting to taste your dick.” You tease him with your sleepy voice. “Will you please let me suck your dick?”
That alone makes his dick fully erect in your hand, and it even twitches which makes you giggle sexily at it, you stick your tongue out and slam his dick onto it a couple of times, making it completely wet.
“Fuck, Y/N.” His bottom lip sits between his teeth and he takes a long exhale when he feels your tongue licking his dick from the base to the very tip slowly but repeatedly.
The leaking tip finally sits inside your mouth and you wrap your lips around it, and like you’ve never eaten a dick before, you devour it, you want to feel his dick on every taste bud, and he tastes fucking good.
You’re hungry for him and eager to pleasure him, you want him to feel your mouth and cum inside it.
“You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth.” His hips move up to push more of his dick inside your mouth. You’re soaking wet for him.
You were lucky you’ve never had issues with your gag reflex, it’s hardly even there which is what makes you give the best blow jobs ever.
Your head bobs lower and to take more of his enormous dick inside your mouth, you will have terrible jaw pain in the morning, but he’s fucking worth it.
You can feel the tip of his dick tickling your uvula which makes him tense and sit up for a second, you land even further down and his dick is now fucking your throat. “Shit your mouth feels so fucking good.”
You pull back from his dick and stroke it again, coughing a couple of times and looking into his eyes.”I want you to cum down my throat Namjoon.”
He has the look of the lost puppy on his face again, he cannot believe you just said that, his jaw even drops and his eyes move back and forth between your left and right eye.
You lick his balls once which makes him spread his legs a little wider. “Will you?”
Your question snaps him out of his thoughts, he nods slowly and you’re more than satisfied with his answer. You took the man off guard what were you expecting.
You stroke his cock again and suck on his balls, hallowing your cheeks and running your tongue up and down his sack, you move further down to his ass and you lick his hole once which makes him flinch and almost close his legs, he grabs you by the head and gasps. “What are you doing?”
Your eyebrows form into a clear frown. “Rimming your ass clearly, do you not want me to?”
“It feels weird.” He shakes his head in denial.
“You fingered my asshole earlier.” You shrug, your hand still stroking his cock. “It was weird too.”
“But it was good weird, wasn’t it?” He asks, out of breath, he’s already about to cum.
“And does this not feel good weird?” You raise an eyebrow and look at him challenge, most men do enjoy their ass eaten but won’t even admit.
It takes him a few seconds to think, he clearly enjoyed it but he’s denying it.
“Fine, I won’t do it again.” You lick his balls again and suck on them, before putting his dick back into your mouth, his tug gets harder on your hair and he starts moving his hips up to fuck your face, slamming into your throat roughly until audible gags are heard, his balls slam against your chin and your tears are already streaming down on your face.
“I’m gonna cum.” He announces, out of breath. You pull his dick out of your mouth and try to catch a breath, you kiss his dick a couple of times and look at him in the eyes. “I wanna feel your cum down my throat.”
“Come on baby let me fuck your mouth again.” He runs his thumb on your bottom lip, you stifle a grin at the pet name and put his dick back into your mouth, his hand goes back to pull your hair, and he slams into your throat again, sloppy gagging sounds fill your room, your nails dig into his thighs, you need to catch a breath but he’s already close to cumming, so you decide on holding your breath longer.
“Fuuuck.” You can feel his cum down your throat and he fucks your face through it, releasing a loud breath with each ribbon he shoots. “Oh my fucking god.” He lets go of your hair and throws his head back into the pillow, you pull his dick out of your mouth and kiss his lower stomach and thighs while catching a breath.
“You’re fucking incredible.” He leans his wrist on his forehead and clears his throat. You crawl up to him and catch his lips into a soft kiss, he kisses back immediately and pulls the cover over both of you, and you sleep in his arms, which you normally would refuse to do because it feels intimate, but you’re both too tired to think.
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You turn in bed, your joints all feel loose and your back hurts, your head even feels heavy and you’re craving more sleep.
You’ve always been a morning person, you like waking up early and working out at home or even taking a jog around your block, take a shower and grab a bite before planning out your day. Even if you slept really late, you’d wake up early and just nap during the day.
You let out a gasp when you finally open your eyes, your vision still blurry. There’s a man next to you.
You must’ve been in deep sleep to even forget he spent the night here. Although the reason you’re in deep sleep is because he pounded you hard last night he just knocked you to sleep.
He opens his eyes and looks up at you, a lazy smile on his face, he rubs his eyes and crawls closer to you, leaning his head on your chest and hugging your body closer, his hands tugging on the short silk dress you’re wearing.
You hesitate a second before wrapping your arms around him, hugging his warmth closer to you.
He looks up at you and his eyes shift between your eyes and lips, before he gives your lips a soft kiss. And the moment his lips land on yours, your phone starts ringing, you kiss him back quickly before reaching to grab your phone, it’s Hoseok.
“I need to answer this.” You look at him, he nods and lazily buries his head in the crook of your neck, you swipe your phone screen and answer the phone. “Hobi?”
“Are you still asleep? It’s 10 in the morning, are you okay?” Hoseok knows you wake up early so he genuinely thinks you’re sick or something.
“No I’m fine, I went to bed late.” And you’re trying so hard to focus but the man in your arms won’t let you. His lips are kissing behind your ear and down your neck, licking some spots with his warm tongue, and his arms are hugging your waist closer to his, his morning wood felt as it is against you.
“I found you the screws you were looking for, you know for your pantry shelves. Do you want me to come over and install them?”
It’s totally not the time, and the man you stated your fear of to Hoseok is in your bed. Now your body tenses because Hoseok knows the pass code to your door and he could come any minute.
“Of course, but I need to shower and finish a few things first, okay?” You see Namjoon’s head disappear under the blanket and he’s kissing your thighs and spreading them apart to sit between them, he pulls your panties to the side and kisses your cunt lovingly like he didn’t fuck it the night before.
“Okay, I’ll get breakfast too, I just got off work and I haven’t eaten anything.” At this point you could agree to anything because you just want to end the call before you get busted.
“Cool, okay.” You sit on your elbows. “I’ll see you later Hobi, thank you for the screws.”
“I’ll see you.” He finally hangs up, you throw your phone down on the mattress next to you and throw the blanket down on the floor.
Namjoon looks at you ever so innocently before he shoves his middle finger inside your hole, which makes you whimper and bite on your lips. “It’s still morning.”
“You’re allowed to suck my dick in the middle of my sleep, but I’m not allowed to eat your pussy when I wake up?” He smirks and kisses your clit softly. “I’m just saying thank you for letting me stay the night.” He curls his fingers inside you and you hold onto the sheets while throwing your head back. “Oh Namjoon..”
“Hm?” He spreads your pussy open and sucks onto your clit, flicking his tongue against it which makes you wet in a snap of a finger.
“Sucking your dick in the middle of your sleep was fucking worth it.” You look at him and move your hips with his fingers, creating a slow grind on his face. He laughs at your words and climbs up to kiss you on the lips, his fingers sliding out of you. “You liked sucking my dick didn’t you?”
You sit up and push him down on the mattress, before reaching for your nightstand and grabbing out a condom and putting it on your pillow. You climb on top of him and straddle his thighs, slowly but gently landing on his erection.
“So you’re into morning sex, Kim Namjoon?” You grab his hands into yours and lean down to kiss the corner of his lips, slowly grinding against his bare cock, his grip tightens around your hands and his eyes scan your bodies. You go down to his long neck and satisfy your urge to kiss it, using your teeth to bite on his skin gently, what grabs your attention is his necklace.
It had a barely noticeable heart chain, with the name ‘Jay’ engraved on it.
“Who’s Jay?”
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wicchyy · 3 months
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0.1 — drunkfession ; james potter
sum: alcohol has both you and James thinking about what could’ve been
warnings: drunk teens
notes: wrote this months ago but its literal shit needed to clear my notes tho!
James stumbled in his steps as he climbed up the corridor stairs. His head was heavy, his eyes bleary, but even in his drunken state he was still able to make out the person stood before him.
Judging by your puffy lips and reddened cheeks, he was able to either guess you were drunk or had been crying. Your hair fell in its silky locks, tangled by the ends. James just wished he could comb through them, make them look perfectly straight just how he liked it. His heart ached a bit when your eyesight avoided him immediately.
He knew he’d hurt you, he knew how you and him didn’t talk much more these days, didn’t joke around even when you’d been promised a friendship still. But none of those compared to you avoiding eye contact with him.
The breakup didn’t go well. He had convinced you that both of you weren’t good for each other. And maybe you weren’t. Things were messy for you, and he was in a complicated situation as well. You’d gone through a list of hookups after. But James, James had gotten into a semi serious relationship with Lily Evans. At first he tried to hide it, then things got more complicated and James couldn’t keep things away any longer. The news came a few months after your breakup, but the fact hurt, and maybe mixed with a bit of alcohol in your senses— you had broke down to the pictures of them together.
James didn’t knew what was going on in his head then, maybe he enjoyed Lily’s company, maybe he did like her. But if he did, then why was he so completely over her in just a week, or why— even worse, was his heart panging in his chest and his heartbeat ringing through his ears when he sees you like this.
And why, when the air gets colder and the leaves turn browner does he have you feeling like his girl again?
“Hi.” He starts simply.
You wave your hand, “You can cross, Potter.”
He wants to speak, but the words don’t come out right, “I— I don’t—“
“You know, you can speak to me properly. Know you’re drunk ‘n all, but it’s really not that hard, Potter.”
“What d’you mean?” He asks harshly.
You lean away from the wall, “I mean, you’ve been avoiding me all the time. ‘S not like I’ve done anything wrong, have I?”
“Oh, c’mon Y/n. I—“
“Why’re you even here?” You slurred, “Shouldn’t you be busy with Lily?”
He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated by the question. “I have an actual life other than her, thank you very much. And besides— ‘s not like we were anything.”
You knew. Of course you knew. You were friends with Sirius and Marlene, Merlin, one of those were bound to say something. “Really?” You asked, not to sound too interested or anything.
He hmm-ed, answering simply.
“Then why’d you break up with me?”
One. Two. The seconds passed by just as direct as your words. Unsurprisingly aiming for his heart.
“You know I cant answer that, Y/n.”
You scoffed, “Why not? Haven’t had actual closure all this time. Might as well, right? We’re both drunk, probably wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.”
Truthfully, even if you were drunk off your arse, you knew you wouldn’t forget about anything about this night. Even starting from this moment, it had all been captured and stored in your memory. Just like all the other ones with James in it, it was tucked in the safe space of the small slot in your heart.
“Yes. No— lie. I remember everything with you in it.” Just like your minds were the same, he admitted just a bit more bravely than you.
“I just want to understand, Jamie.”
There it was. Jamie. He knew the nickname was coming, and yet he still expected a small heart attack to occur when you pronounced the name so gently, just like you used to.
“I know you do.” He sighed, running a hand through his mess of curls. “But I don’t know either. My head was a mess, just like you were. And I guess— I guess I never apologized to you and never helped you through it. But you should know, Y/n, I really am sorry for all of it.”
Your eyes shot up to the ceiling, avoiding the mess of tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. “I didn’t ask for your apology. I asked why.”
More tugging on his hair, “I don’t— don’t know, Y/n. I guess, things were really messy and I did the first thing that came to mind instead of thinking it through.”
“You should’ve spoke to me. Asked me for help. Or something. I was there for you, Jamie. You had me, just like I thought I had you.”
The words cut. He knew, and you knew too.
“You were there for me?”
You rolled your eyes again at him, a small laugh escaping and your voice going down. “You know you’ll always have me, right Jamie? No need to be so choosy with my words.”
His beautiful hazel eyes light up, “I know.”
“You avoided me. You acted like I didn’t exist.” You frowned. Even with his poor eyesight, James could see your eyes turn glassy.
“Honey—“ James stopped himself, “Sorry, Y/n. I— I didn’t know you felt that way. You said you didn’t want to talk to me.”
“What?” You suppressed the want to smack his head, “When did I ever say that, you idiot?”
“I dunno! I just got the vibe!”
“You’re so stupid, Potter! This is why I hate you!”
“You don’t hate me.”
“Yes, I do.”
James scoffs, “You could never hate me.”
“Right, because you’ve treated me so perfectly.” You mumbled.
The staircase didn’t have much air as the window was far on the top end. You felt yourself getting hotter, particularly the heat reaching up to your cheeks when James clicked his tongue and pursed his lips.
“Let me treat you perfectly then.” He offered, you weren’t sure if he meant it or if it were just one of his mindless, drunk flirting. Probably the latter.
You scoffed, “Not a chance, Potter.”
“I mean it.” He took a step forward. His fingers twitched, itching to grab ahold of yours. He knew just then what it’d feel it, yours were cold and his was warm. He knew it was like whatever this was between you two, just something teetering on the edge, if he had a chance to grab ahold of you he knew he could warm you right up. But James hadn’t yet trusted himself if he was able to earn your heart and not break it again.
“I have experience in not believing what you mean.”
“I wanted it to be you, Y/n. So badly.” He confessed in a whisper.
“Then why not?” You only dared to ask as the tears finally drop gently across your cheeks.
Why not? Well, it was quite clear then why not. Because his robes were decorated with red and gold and meanwhile yours were lined with astute silver and green.
You. Always you. How could he ever forget … about you? Even if it’s been months since your breakup, and months since you’ve spoken so intimately with each other, everything about this felt natural.
“You know why not.”
You rolled your eyes, pretty sure your cheeks have been rained with black mascara by now. “It sucked to see you trailing after Lily for weeks. It sucked because I knew how it felt having you on mine.”
“I’m sorry.”
You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood with your insistent remarks the whole conversation. “You’ve said that before.”
“Honey.” James smirked ever so slighty. He moved his face closer to you until you could feel his breath fanning over your nose. “I’m so, so sorry.” Your cold choulder was suddenly touched by a warm presence, his fingers creeping up to twiddle with the thin strap of your dress.
“Jamie..” your voice wavered, serving as a warning to James.
“I could have you forgiving me so easily, you know that?”
You decided then, if James wanted to play this game then you could compete as well. “How about, you spend more time trying to get a sincere apology to me ready by next morning. Maybe then I’ll see if I’m ready to forgive you.”
“God, I had you tearing up a minute ago and now you’re back to this?” James panted.
Your hand pushed at his chest, “See you in the morning, Potter.”
James smiled politely, the smile you hated. Then his head dipped lower and pressed a singular light kiss on your clavicle. “Goodnight, then.” He whispered against your skin.
“Ugh. Goodnight, Potter.” You replied swiftly before quickly leaving.
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Windy Day
With Yanqing (fluff/comfort & reverse-comfort)
Reader is Tingyun’s pupil, Yanqing and Jing Yuan have father-son dynamics, author hates windy days and projects that here
Cw) abandonment issues if you squint, yanqing wonders about his parents, so do you, mild cursing, mild angst, charms are meant to be pins in this
A/n) not so proud of how this turned out, please ignore this hot mess of a plot and focus on the fluff
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If you asked Yanqing if he considered General Jing Yuan to be a father figure, he’d deny it profusely. He’d go on and on about how the General only took him in, give him shelter, and teach him swordsmanship. That he was still the General and not his father.
Of course, anyone with two eyes and clear eyesight would laugh at his embarrassed denial.
Even if he didn’t consider the General to be a ‘father figure’, he sought guidance and validation from him regularly enough to at least consider him a mentor. Yanqing acknowledged it. Jing Yuan acknowledged it. And of course, you acknowledged it.
He was a Cloud Knight, a lieutenant of the Cloud Knights nonetheless. He had a meal to come home to everyday, shelter, an allowance, and people around him that supported him. What more could the boy possibly want?
It seemed to go over the peoples’ heads that Yanqing isn’t familiar with his birth parents whatsoever.
On the other hand, everyone on the Luofu knew you were orphaned at a young age. You didn’t make it your whole personality, but you never tried to hide it. The elders admired your courage, skipping over the fact it wasn’t exactly courage.
What was there to be done about it? Sure, you didn’t know your parents. Parental love is the first love any child gets to experience, and you didn’t get that experience. But they’re already gone. What’s the point in chasing after someone that was never there?
It wasn’t courage, it was honesty.
And Yanqing wishes he could trade his courage for your honesty.
He knew you from Jing Yuan, though technically Tingyun. He was merely seven years old when he first saw you. You were standing behind Tingyun while clutching onto her clothes, he remembers this memory it like it was yesterday.
“Yanqing, there’s two people I’d like for you to meet today.” Jing Yuan stood over the short kid, trying to grab his attention away from the small swords he was gifted.
“Yes, General!” He practically jumped up, swords still in hand.
“Now, one of them is your age. So please, try to get along with them. You don’t have many friends outside of the Cloud Knights, and they’re all twice your age. This might be good for you.”
The General was right, Yanqing really didn’t have that many friends, none were even his age. But he was never interested in making friends, it was only swords.
“…I’ll try, General. When will they be arriving?”
“Right now, so you better get going.”
“What!?”
He remembered the General making him drop all his swords to get to the meeting on time. At the time, he was quite annoyed. But as he grew up over the years, that annoyance turned into gratitude.
Yanqing might have been an entirely different person if he never made a friend his age.
“This is the child I wanted you to meet. Yanqing, this is (Name).” The General guided the young boy’s arm out to shake the other’s hand.
You averted your eyes away from the two males in front of you, unsure of whether or not it was safe to let go of your mentor.
She seemed to have noticed your hesitance, and gave you a gentle push to extend your hand out as well.
“Oh yes, this is marvelous for little (Name) here. They certainly need more social interactions.” The fox lady known as Tingyun giggled as she watched you awkwardly shake the blonde boy’s hand.
“It’s a… pleasure to meet you. Um, Yan, was it?”
“That’s not my name! It’s Yanqing! Yan-qing!”
“Oops.” You mumbled unapologetically.
All Jing Yuan and Tingyun could do was watch the interaction play out as they discussed business between the commissions.
With your awkwardness, and Yanqing’s eccentricity, it took some time for you two to get on the same page. While you wanted to stay away from work for some time, Yanqing was always pulling you out of your room so you’d be doing something rather than nothing.
It was annoying at first, but it became routine with time.
Although, there was always a question you wanted to ask him. He wished to ask you the same question at some point, but avoided it for your sake.
That was until a windy day came along.
Wind was nothing unusual on the Luofu. Being up in the sky, far above and in the clouds, wind was completely normal weather.
For some reason, today was windier than others.
With wind came a chill, making many Luofu residents forget the sun was out. Of course it was bearable, but it wasn’t what anyone was used to.
You weren’t any exception to the chill of the wind. In fact, you felt victimized by the wind on this peculiar day. It was in your face, making you squint from the uncomfortable feeling. Your hair was flying everywhere, clothes waving around like crazy, and you were starting to catch a cold from the chill.
It was horrible.
You wanted nothing more than to finish your errands and return home.
But work is work, and duties are duties.
You groaned in frustration at the realization. You’ll be stuck in this cold wind for hours if you don’t pick up the pace, and your annoyance was only slowing you down more. But you couldn’t help it! No one likes wind that’s this severe.
You didn’t even wanna know what you looked like right now, you were sure your hair looked like a bird’s nest.
‘I can fix it later, though…’ you think to yourself. For now you had to stay optimistic, you’ll be home in no time if you move faster!
“Oh hey, is that (Name) over there?” A familiar high pitched voice said. It wasn’t far away, but it was far enough for you to just barley make out what the boy said.
“Oh… Yanqing. It’s you.” You tried to make it clear you were annoyed in hopes to get him to move along. Unfortunately, Yanqing never leaves unless he wants to.
“Aren’t you glad to see me! Nice weather today, right?” He laughed sarcastically. He could tell you weren’t happy with today’s weather just by appearance.
You only stared at him, just hoping he’d get the hint and get back to his day.
He stared back, refusing to back down.
Today was not a good day to get into a staring contest, you were already feeling your eyes drying up. As much as you didn’t want to forfeit…
You blinked. “Listen, I’m pretty busy here. It would be very much appreciated if you could let me get back to my work.” You waved your hand in another attempt to bid farewell.
“Oh yeah, you look pretty busy. Look at allll those files and papers in your hand.” He said sarcastically. You weren’t carrying a thing.
“Oh shut up, blondie.”
As if on cue, another strong gust of wind passed you by. And it was strong.
Even Yanqing furrowed his brows slightly at the gust, who moments prior seemed unaffected by ‘heinous’ weather. Meanwhile…
You put a whole hand over your face, furrowing your brows and hitching your breath. Aeons, will today get any worse than this?
The lieutenant realized just how frustrated you were, and bit his tongue to prevent anything teasing from coming out. Tingyun knew you hated this sort of weather, why would she send you out on a day like this? He shook his head a bit.
“You know, I don’t think Tingyun would mind if you held your tasks off for tomorrow. She’d understand, right?”
You pondered his question, wondering how much trouble you’d get in if you did something like that. Would you get in any trouble at all?
You always finished work on time, one overdue task won’t hurt, right?
“I suppose…” you muttered reluctantly.
Yanqing’s eyes somehow lit up more than they were seconds again. “That’s great! Okay, come with me!”
He tugged on your wrist, guiding you to another part of the Luofu. Where he was taking you? Neither of you really knew.
Many turns were taken, both of you regularly checking signs to make sure you weren’t lost. You’re wrist felt warner than the rest of your body, you’d almost forgot Yanqing was still holding onto it.
“Ah, here we are!” He exclaimed, finally finding some sort of destination.
“This is…?” You’re eyes wandered to where his eyes were locked, which was some random stall on the side of the street.
“A charm shop, I’ve been looking for it everywhere!” Before you could say anything, he pulled you along with him to the vendor.
It was small, no wonder it took some time to find it. It didn’t stick out much despite the colorful charms laid across the counter and in the back. There was a wide array of accessories, and honestly, you didn’t know what kind of business Yanqing of all people wanted with them.
“Hi! Do you have any charms that look like swords, or are swords?” Of course that’s what he asks for.
“Oh my, yes of course we do;” the old lady at the vendor eyed both you and Yanqing before continuing. “I’m assuming you’d like matching ones for you and your significant other here?” She asked.
You choked on your spit, Yanqing only blushed slightly at the assumption.
“It’s not like that. Not like that at all.” You denied, stopping a furious blush from creeping up ok your cheeks.
“But we would still like matching ones!” Yanqing finished.
“Yanqing!? What the hell?”
“Shh, it’s on me!” He said as if that was your concern.
“Two matching sword charms, coming right up.” The elderly woman said warmly.
“You can’t be serious, Yanqing.” You were alnost scolding him for doing this. Were matching charms really necessary?
“But I am (Name). Come on, you know you want one!”
“…sure.”
A minute or so passed before the lady came back with a single tiny bag, holding both yours and Yanqing’s charms inside.
“There you two go, enjoy.” She smiled, Yanqing paid her more than the initial price generously.
Once you were in a more secluded place, he opened up the bag, finally letting go of your wrist.
The sudden lack of warmth made you shiver slightly, but it was nothing compared to earlier. You eyed the boy in front of you as he furrowed his brows in concentration, clipping his charm onto his collar.
“There we go. Want me to do yours?” He asked sweetly. He was so sweet, it made you feel sick.
Because why else would you feel butterflies in your stomach if you weren’t also feeling sick?
“Go ahead, just don’t mess up my collar. It’s the only part of my clothes the wind didn’t rag up.”
You were embarrassed by his gradual closeness, especially while you still looked like a mess. At least, in your head you did.
His tongue poked out slightly out the corner of his mouth, clipping the charm into the collar of your shirt. Your breath unhitched the moment he pulled away, you didn’t realize he was that close until you saw the distance he returned to.
“So… (Name), that’s not the only reason I wanted to hang out with you. There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you for sometime now…” he took a pause, checking your facial features to be sure he could continue.
“Do you ever, like… I don’t know, wonder where your parents went?” He asked slowly, averting his eyes away from yours.
You were initially shocked that he was asking, he never asked personal questions. Then again, the one he asked was one you got asked quite regularly. You always responded with this same phrase;
“Sometimes, why do you ask?”
He looked at you again, looking away just as quickly. He knew you didn’t mind too much, but it was still treading into personal territory. Not just for you, but him as well now.
“I always wanted to know where my parents went after they left me. But it never felt like I was allowed to ask. After all, the General raised me like… like a father would. Asking about my biological parents would feel like I was disrespecting him, you know?” He paused again, keeping his composure.
“I just wanted to talk to someone… someone who understood.” He finished, finally making eye contact with you again.
This time, you were the one averting your eyes.
You took a breath, “I wonder where mine went every now and then. But no matter how much I wonder, it wont change the fact they aren’t around. I can see where you’re coming from about the General… I never asked Lady Tingyun about my parents because it felt… rude. I know it’s not rude deep down, which is why I think it’s my subconscious trying to protect me from finding out anything I don’t want to know.”
Yanqing paid full attention, listening to every word you had to say. Even if it was a lot, his attention never faltered.
“But Yanqing… I promise you the General really does care about you. And if you were to ask about your real parents, he wouldn’t feel disrespected.” You tried reassuring him slightly, not realizing the impact you had on him.
His eyes widened a bit. He needed to hear something like that for ages. But hearing it from you of all people really gave him the satisfaction he needed.
“Yeah… you’re right! (Name), you really are the best.”
“The best? You’re just happy to hear something like that. I’m just… regular. Not ‘the best.’”
“No, you really are the best, (Name). You’re my best friend, my best companion, the best person in the divination commission, the best person on the Luofu-“
“Okay! I get it…” you put a hand over your face, trying to hide your blush, failing miserably.
“But you need to hear it!”
“Not that much!” You exclaimed back at him.
He stared at you for a moment, this time you stared back without any intention of backing down.
The wind had finally died down, there wasn’t anything stopping you from winning this time.
Yanqing blinked. He blinked before laughing to himself, giggling like a teenage girl.
You blinked looking confused, not sure what he was laughing at.
“Oh man (Name), did you know a bird has been in your hair? It really is a birds nest now!” He laughed even harder.
Your hands swatted lightly at the top of your head, fingers grazing over the bird. Of course, it flew away at that. You just weren’t sure how you didn’t notice a whole bird landed in your hair.
“This isn’t funny!”
“You’re right, it’s not funny…” his laughter died down.
“Thank you. Now, let’s get back-“
“It’s not funny, it’s hilarious!” Once again, he went into a giggling fit.
“Yanqing!”
“Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop… for now. Come on, it’s almost past my curfew! I’m gonna take you to the Cloud Knight Headquarters.”
“Seriously? I also have a curfew, you know.” You said in annoyance.
“Well if your at the headquarters, I’m sure Tingyun won’t mind.”
“Yeah but-“
“No but’s! Let’s go!”
With that, he dragged you off to the Cloud Knight Headquarters.
So many events unfolded in a single day. And with so much happening, you never got the chance to finish your work. But…
You eyed the boy next to you, his eyes practically shining as he laughed, pulling you through the crowded streets of the Luofu to headquarters. He looked so mesmerizing in the sunset light, you almost wanted to kiss him.
Almost. You almost wanted to kiss him.
Maybe you would have kissed him if the streets weren’t so busy tonight, or maybe you can kiss him before you go home.
And maybe windy days won’t be so bad with Yanqing around…
-Bonus!-
“(Name), I wanted to thank you for helping Yanqing the other day.” You heard a deep voice from behind you.
You turned around, being met with General Jing Yuan’s hologram. This wasn’t out of the ordinary, as he’d usually appear like this whenever he needed to speak to Tingyun or Yukong in the divination commission.
“Helping him? What do you mean, General?” You asked curiously, not sure what he was referring to.
“I mean reassuring him about his parents, and how he can ask me anything. He’s seemed much more at ease since me and him talked, and he said it was all thanks to you.” You swore you saw a small smirk form on the General’s face at that last remark.
“Oh… well it was no problem! I was just helping someone dear to me out.” You waved your hands in front of your face in hopes to cover your rising blush.
“If that’s the case, I’m sure Yanqing won’t mind helping someone dear to him out in return. Come on by whenever you’d like, (Name). Please, actually. The boy won’t stop talking about you.” His hologram dispersed before you could respond, leaving you in shock.
You felt sure now that Yanqing would love to hear you’ve been chatting Tingyun’s ear off about him as well.
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itsgrimeytime · 10 months
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The Nurse (Part Six) || Rick Grimes (TWD)
Part One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six
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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.
TWS: Blood, gore, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, angst, angsty!Rick, jealousy, and all things typical of TWD.
[[A/N: I listened to Boyfriend by Dove Cameron to write this, so... I think you can assume how this vibes. You simply have this man WHIPPED, I will not take any further questions. Thanks for reading :)) ]]
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Your eyes were hazy, something warm coming across your skin, as you followed the empty hallways. Well, not empty.
Rick was there, Judith carefully held in his arms -every once in a while, he'd lean down to kiss her forehead. The casual affection took you somewhere else for a moment, like watching your grandparents in the kitchen just so natural in each other's spaces -so domestic. When you were younger, reading books about extravagance -big gestures and life-threatening situations, your mind had settled on the balance of fairytales.
Who wished for a lackluster ending? Who wanted to dance in the kitchen too early in the morning, instead of the adventure of a lifetime? It hadn't made sense then.
But watching him now, gentle and bouncing around the room, you'd realized somewhere deep within yourself... maybe you had.
The idea of a home, where the sun seeped through curtains and the smell of breakfast wavered out through the air. Smiles, and playgrounds. Movie nights, and the whispers of promises of forever.
Your brain fogged, and you blinked to try to clear your head. Even just for a solid second, you still found Rick in your eyesight. And maybe he was dusted in dirt, and his hair wasn't washed, but the idea with him made much more sense. You just couldn't chance the thought, not in this world.
"You're drooling."
Clearing your throat, you turned to the intruder -Michonne, her smile small but still enough, "Very funny."
She paused, eyes focused on you for a second -like she could tell you were off. Straightening in her seat, she fully faced you -concern furrowed in her brow, "You okay?"
"Yeah," you echoed, eyes drifting to the pair - imagining the warm glow of a kitchen instead of the cold prison walls, "-just thinking about what I'm missing, you know?"
Michonne turned back to the two, "Yeah, I know."
"Can you imagine your own backyard?" you retorted, in disbelief with a laugh aired in your tone.
"My own house," she hummed, eyes flicking to the ceiling instead, "-I think I'd have a dog."
"Sometimes," you took the edge of your shirt in between your fingers -the material soft to the touch, "-I think about what curtains I would have. Isn't that stupid?"
"No," she answered -simply.
Michonne was direct like that, her answers straightforward and steady; sometimes, you doubted she'd ever really been insecure about an idea. She seemed so confident, you never thought to go against her. You didn't know her past, but it was hard to imagine anything breaking through that resolve.
You pursed your lips, turning back to the two -he was smiling now, the crinkle by his eyes so prominent as he looked down at Judith. It was so unabashedly bright; despite his whole world crumbling, he'd still lit up your corner of the world. And maybe you were a little biased, but you thought it'd be a tragedy if it went dark again.
"You should tell him," Michonne spoke, unflinchingly as if she'd read your mind.
You whispered, a breath across the room -you'd never named it, "Tell him what?"
She placed a hand on your shoulder, a gentle pressure that guided your eyes to meet hers. Her eyes leveled with yours, the look was easy to read despite the schooled expression -she knew, and so did you. You often wondered how many could see it in you, you knew it was obvious -the gazes searching to find his first, the stares lasting just a touch too long, smiling when he did.
"I think you know."
And you did.
You just weren't sure of much, you weren't sure if this world could be... loved. Could anyone in this world love or be loved? Despite what you felt, deep in your heart, you still weren't sure. Was it even possible for it to work? With everything else so harsh and direct, how could you even begin to-
"Plus," Michonne interrupted, a smile biting at her lips, "-you could do worse."
You laughed, leaning your head back to the sky -the thoughts fleeing from your mind like leaves in the wind, "I could."
When you leveled your head, your eyes connected with something new -Rick was looking at you. Bright blue followed the movement of your face, your lips quirked into a smile and you raised a hand to wave. Trying to avoid the warmth that swirled up in your stomach and the very real feeling of 'I told you so' radiating from Michonne just beside you, you pushed forward.
And there it was, the bright smile you'd seen just moments before except this time, it was directed to you. In a spare second, he pulled Judith's little arm up and waved back -gentle movements, but the notion there stayed the same.
Laughter took the place of a response, and you couldn't quite get your brain to form anything else -it was so fuzzy with memories you hadn't made yet, but you wanted to. Eventually.
Your eyes flickered to the sky, it had to be midday at this point -just as it began to cool off in the day. With daylight flickering, you had someplace to be.
"Alright," you hummed pulling yourself into gear, "-I can only handle so much of Rick Grimes a day."
Michonne laughed, "Liar."
You snorted, walking out into the day -eyes searching for a particular person. It had started about a month ago when you and Daryl had formed a bet. He'd said something about your choice of a weapon, and you'd said something about his.
"Bet if we switched, I could kill more walkers than ya."
"You are so on."
So, with some new rules in place, Daryl had sworn on the blue sky that he'd teach you how to use a bow. Wasn't fair if you didn't know how, so it was a necessary step.
Your weapon wasn't as... complex. So, the opposite wasn't really necessary.
You eyes caught him in the field, where he stood across from a... what the hell is that?
There's was a tall branch, sticking up from the ground with burlap sacks and hay sticking out -instead of good seams and crisp corners, however, this was not quite a masterpiece.
You burst into laughter, eyes following the desperately tied rope and hay poking out of corners. It truly looked like a nightmare, but on the area where a "face" might be was detailed of an eyepatch and angry eyebrows.
"Really?" You yelled across the grass, as Daryl spun to you -shrugging as if he hadn't put any time into making... that.
Ranging closer, you extended your hand toward the character, you'd say for now, "I didn't know you were into arts and crafts!"
"Keep laughin'-" Daryl rolled his eyes, not quite responding to you as he loaded up his arrow -tone solid, but you could tell he was light.
Daryl was something you had to get used to, something you had to learn. He was a bit of an icy mystery to any outsiders, but you knew he cared an awful lot more than anyone claimed to.
"Maybe I will," you quipped, "-we ready?"
"Yea," he stood off the ground, brushing dirt off his pants, "-we're losing daylight, gotta start soon anyway."
He was surprisingly attentive, slowly doing each step at your pace -it was an air the man hadn't exposed to you yet. Kind and gentle. He was a great teacher, to your benefit.
Watching as he seemingly without a flinch, landed an arrow into the... target. Right on the eyepatch, and if you took out a ruler probably in the perfect middle. Why did you take this bet again?
Then the weapon was in your hands, the arrow already in, and just awaiting your next move. Trying to remember the steps, Daryl guided your hands to the right position and pulled back your shoulders -there was a proper posture, but you doubted he used it.
That was when a new voice presented itself, just as Daryl adjusted your grip on the bow, tilting the tip down a touch -assumingly something was wrong in your technique.
"What are y'all doing?"
You knew that drawl. He was always an echo in your brain, words bouncing around in your head -he'd stuck with you in so many different ways.
You spun around -eyes finding him with ease, "Hey, cowboy! I could ask you the same question."
Daryl hadn't said anything yet, his mouth in a stubbornly straight line and that was odd for him. Especially when talking to Rick. But then you looked at him, Judith wasn't in his arms anymore.
His flannel was rolled up his arms, and his eyes laid intently on the hand that Daryl had wrapped around your wrist to push down the bow. It was still connected there, passively, like he was waiting to take the weapon out of your hand. You hadn't minded, it was completely like a guiding hand really, nothing else.
Rick pursed his lips, something set in his jaw, "Right."
You furrowed your brow, quickly gesturing the bow to Daryl -which he with ease accepted. He knew something more than you, you could tell in the way that their eyes flicked to each other, heavy and filled with something you couldn't really read. The air stilled and brushed across your skin like a harsh gust of wind.
"Why? Is everything alright?" you asked, concern turning over in your tone. You'd always assumed the worse -especially as one of the sole medical professionals, you knew you shouldn't have gone so far out-
"What? Oh yes," he seemed to blink, facing you again -all the tension in his face seemed to melt and his hand went to rest on your shoulder, "-nothin' to worry about."
You exhaled, shaking the buzzing under your skin out as much as you could, "Okay, good."
He smiled at you, but it wasn't all there. Something was wrong, you knew it, but it apparently wasn't an emergency? Did he need to talk to you? Was he okay?
"I was just teachin' 'em how to use the bow," Daryl echoed, tone solid and seeming to address something you hadn't noticed -talking directly to Rick, "-nothin' else."
You quirked your brow, genuinely confused by the shift in the energy, "What else would we be doing?"
Rick's eyes flickered to you, where you now stood -kind of puzzled and a bit tense in the newfound energy you found yourself in. He sighed, running his other hand through his hair -you knew that was a sign.
"'Course," he hummed, his voice a little less restrained, but still not quite... Rick, "-it's for that bet you two have, right? Sorry for interrupting, just..."
He looked at Daryl -eyes unbreaking, and intense.
"Curious," he finished, eyes connecting to yours for a few seconds longer than you expected -then flicked back to the ground like he'd been embarrassed...? His hand carefully, hesitantly, drifted off your shoulder.
Before you could even open your mouth, the man cleared his throat and turned back around the way he came.
"Daryl-" you began, turning back to the other man. You weren't sure what that was, but you weren't going to just leave it like that.
"Go," he hummed, unbothered, as he carefully plucked a few arrows off the ground, "-I'm not as stupid as you think."
You rolled your eyes, relaying to comment on that later in the back of your head and trailing after Rick. He was actually pretty quick, despite the unfavorable footwear, but you somehow managed to catch up.
"Rick," you spoke, tone direct and stressed out into the meadow air.
He stopped in his place, a bit stunned it seemed, as he stood still. There was definitely something wrong, you could feel it. In a breath, you wrapped your hand around his wrist, pulling it to you behind him. He still hadn't faced you -facing straight ahead with air to him you'd only seen once or twice in your time knowing him.
"Are you alright?"
Rick didn't respond immediately, stance shock still. You watched as his shoulders huffed out breaths, the smallest rise and fall being the only thing you could focus on. His wrist was warm in your hand, and you felt your fingers rubbing gentle circles into the skin there -in an effort to soothe something you didn't know the root cause of.
His eyes flicked back to you, much softer and something more familiar to you -shining in a haze you couldn't identify, but had experienced yourself. (Merely hours before actually.) They flicked to your hand and then your face, almost in realization that you had made that point of contact.
"Shit, sorry," you pulled your hand back, tone a bit rambly, "-I didn't know if you were comfortable with that, I should've ask-"
"No, no," he echoed, pulling your hand back just to match it with his -intertwining your fingers, "-it's fine, better than fine. I am."
"Oh," you swallowed, watching now as he faced you -his own thumb cradling against the back of your hand that sent your brain into a bit of a fog, "-okay."
Rick grinned the kind that crinkled at his eyes then.
"I-" you began, suddenly remembering what you'd run after him for -blinking the fuzz out of your brain, "-you still didn't answer my question, are you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah-" he enunciated, eyes hanging on your hands for a second, "-I'm good, promise."
You raised an eyebrow at him.
"Great, even," he responded, thumb dancing against your skin and your brain almost flatlined again.
"Then," you pursed your lips, "-what was that back there?"
"Nothing," he answered back, a little too quickly for your taste, "-just curious."
"Rick-" you started, before locking onto the way he held your hand. It was the same one that Daryl had been holding just a second earlier, and your mind lit up with the flicking of his eyes to the touch, the set of his jaw, some internal dialogue between the two... oh my god.
He seemed to notice the difference in you, his own eyebrows raising in response to your change in demeanor.
"Cowboy," you hummed, daring only to look at your intertwined hands, "-were you jealous?"
Rick stilled in his place, the thumb frozen in its cycle and the breath caught in his throat. You could practically see the thumping of his heart in his chest, watching as the pink flooded up his neck -he totally was.
"Rick," you added, a little in disbelief.
He hummed, seeming to be unable to speak and his eyes lazily focused on your intertwined fingers. You found it kinda cute, actually.
"Rick," you continued, "-look at me."
He sighed, deep in his chest, the curls at the nape of his neck catching the sunlight just right. He looked pretty like this, like a painting. And finally tilted his face to meet yours -fingers squeezing your hand and thumb rubbing against your skin, his eyes were a bit distant then.
You reached your other hand up to the side of his face, trailing your fingertips along his cheekbone -the cut that you'd once been drawn to now under your fingertips, "There you are."
His breath hitched, as you brushed a few stray curls back behind his ears and let your hand rest against his skin for a few seconds longer. You could feel the heat bubble up there, as you focused your attention there -trailing along the now scab and up along the crinkling near his eyes. You smoothed them out with a few timid presses of your skin to his; it seemed so natural, so familiar.
Rick seemed in a trance almost, eyes dipping down to yours without much thought, like a sort of bliss. You wondered how long it had been since he had his face cradled like this, how long he'd missed the gentle brush of fingertips. Even just for a brush of contact, he seemed unable to speak, the air heavier in between the space than you'd known it to be before.
"Trust me when I say," you hummed, eyes straight into his -unflinchingly, "-you have nothing to worry about."
You noted somewhere deep in your head to do little things more, as you leaned back -pulling back your hand to your side but keeping the other one steady in his. Rick still stayed silent, eyes wistfully watching you fall back into your own space; he'd looked a bit conflicted. So calm and breathing peacefully, all the while his heart seemed to beat 100 miles an hour out of his chest.
Definitely cute, you decided.
"With that out of the way," you cleared your throat like you hadn't just crossed millions of boundaries that you'd established with him, "-I think you have some plans to make. You ruined mine, after all. It's only fair."
He laughed, eyes hooked on your hand in his and it was different then, you could feel it in the buzz of the air, "It's only fair."
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nearest-dearest · 7 months
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Ayoo ok so, hear me out
How about Wally with a s/o whos vision is getting progressively worse and they end up getting glasses? Since hes a puppet i suppose he can be confused about how do our eyes work n all
Coming right up Anon! :D
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One of the best things about visiting the big city you used to call home is that your local optometrist is still there. Thanks to that, Dr. Iris managed to measure the perfect glasses for you. Now you can see well, making the train back home much more enjoyable, since you can see the scenery outside the window clear as day, even at night. You wonder how the neighborhood is going to react seeing that you now have glasses. It’s going to take time to get used to having a new weight on the bridge of your nose, but you can manage that.
You just wish Julie and Barnaby won’t tackle you when they see you. Wouldn’t want to get your glasses broken when you just got them. You didn’t have to wait long though because the train stop to home is coming closer. And when the train stopped, that’s when you took your cue to stand up, get off and walk all the way to the neighborhood.
“Neighbor!”
“Julie! Barnaby! NO!” You braced yourself, waiting for your body to hit the ground from the weight of their hug, but it never came. And when you looked at why is that. You saw Frank holding Julie back and Eddie keeping Barnaby still in his spot. So not only can the mail man lift anything, but he’s also strong enough to stop anything!
“Now Julie! I know you’re excited, but you must give our neighbor their space. They had a long journey.” Frank scolded like an older brother would do to their misbehaving sister.
“I know that, Frank! But I can’t help it! Neighbor has been gone for three whole days and I just want to see if they’re okay!”
That gave you a little laugh “Thanks Julie, but I’m okay. The doctor just said I needed some glasses.”
“Glasses?” All four of your neighbors say at the same time before walking up to you to see your new glasses.
“Now how would you need that little fella?” Barnaby asks.
“I—”
“Hi Julie, Hi Barnaby, Hi Frank, Hi Eddie. What are you all—” A fifth puppet joins the scene.
“Wally! Look! neighbor’s back! And she’s got glasses now!” Barnaby announced.
“Glasses? What are those?” Wally asks.
“We’ll find out soon Wally. If our neighbor is feeling up for it.” Frank says, being the ever-considerate puppet that he is.
“It’s fine Frank, I can explain to you what this is.”
Julie suddenly gasps “Wait! So even FRANK doesn’t know what it is?”
Frank sputters and huffed “How would I know? I’ve never encountered them before!”
“That’s because it’s a human thing.” You said, and with that simple statement, everything clicked for everyone. You explained further “Whenever our eyesight is getting blurry, we need to wear glasses to see clearer.”
“Oh! I get it now!” Eddie says, but then concern laced his face at a thought “Wait, does that mean you went to the big city blind?”
Everyone gasped at the thought, but you were quick to quell their worries “No no no no! I’m not fully blind, and the doctor said I’m near sighted, that means I can see things when they’re up close, but not when they’re far away.”
And with that, everyone calmed down again. Knowing that you were safe.
“Oh! Does that mean my sight will also become clearer with glasses on?”
“Wally, I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“Frank is right Wally, the doctors have to measure what glass to put in my glasses so I can see clearly. It really depends on how bad your sight is.”
“Why, whatever do you think caused this blurry vision of yours neighbor?” Barnaby brought up.
“It runs in my family, and I guess it’s about time my family genes caught up to me. But not to worry, I just need to keep my glasses on the entire time, only taking them off when I sleep.”
“Oh! That’s the most, I’m glad you’re okay neighbor. I was worried for the past few days.” Wally sighs. And for some reason, that made Barnaby chuckle, saying: “Wally buddy, you’re always worried about our neighbor here.”
“I can’t help it though, at least they’re okay. And that glasses made them look the absolute most.”
“Thanks Wally.” You gave a smile, a smile that Wally believed that it’s the absolute most.
Barnaby, Eddie, Julie and Frank can see it clearly. The two may be oblivious to the fact, but the rest of the neighborhood will wait for the day. Where you and Wally can tell each other that fact.
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themastaralex · 8 months
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Always, even to the End.
When an anomaly mission goes bad, you're left in critical condition, while a distressed Gwen is left to handle and process what just happened, while Miguel is there to save you, making sure you don't die like his daughter once did.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, direct talk of open wounds, very poorly studied medical stuff.
This shit was so much longer than I was thinking to make it like wtf do you mean 5k words?? Also Latina reader 🫶🏼❤️
"Oh, shit."
Wounded. Red. Pain. Talons.
Then, a voice, heavily muffled.
Ears. Ringing.
You open your eyes, barely able to see a figure. Then you feel a bruise on your eyebrow, moving to your eyelid.
"..fuck.." Strained, you groan, breaths ragged. Then the figure crouches down next to you, and they pull up your mask, right below your eye.
"-die." The figure's hand moves toward your bruised cheek, lightly brushing it. "St.."
Blood rushes out from your mouth, a sign of internal injuries.
Oh. I'm dead.
Almost.
Your eyesight starts to settle a little more, as you can finally make out some more detail of the figure.
White.. Hood..
Oh.. yeah.. mission. Almost forgot.
"Ngh.." Gwen looks around and presses something on her arm, her watch. Then as the portal comes up, she picks you up and speaks something into the watch.
You're not sure what happened to you. And right now, you're sure you want to sleep.
You're tired.
The blood loss.
She grabs you and runs into the portal. The portal is short, and she has no time to waste, so she doesn't wait for the elevator, instead, she just jumps, and even though you don't have the normal spider-person sticking, she keeps you close, and held.
You recall your mask, similar to Miguel's recall.
Your face moves to the left, as you see people running and rushing toward you, medics.
A smile comes up on your face when you see Miguel rushing towards you.
Haha.
Only time he'll ever run to me.
Then you look back at Gwen, her mask off and hood down. Her teeth are gritted as hard as she can as she runs toward the team of Spider-Medics. You didn't exactly get too good of a look at her face, but you see the gap in her teeth,
Cute.
Only a second later, your ears quit ringing, and you can finally hear, as she places you on a stretcher.
"Can you hear me?!" One of the medics yells as he flashes a light in your eyes, making sure you're still here.
"Ye..yeah." Just like earlier, your voice sounds heavily strained, as if it pains you to speak, which it does.
Up until now, most of your body has felt numb, but you finally feel it, the worst hit you've ever felt in your history of being Spider-Woman/Shadow of 2099. And you don't feel your legs. Or anything past when you got hit.
"I can't.. feel my chest.." You mutter out, a whisper in the wind.
"What?" Gwen asks, narrowing her eyes at you.
You desperately look at her, as your breaths become more and more labored.
The medics rush you to the medical bay, as Miguel and Gwen follow them. They place a oxygen mask over your mouth and nose, making sure you can breathe.
Gwen contacts Miles, Hobie, Pav and Peter so they know what happened.
"EVERYONE, MOVE! MOVE, DAMN IT!" Miguel clears a path, clearly worried for you, but he'd never admit it, at least not in front of everyone.
He always had that one soft spot for you.
You always did remind him of his daughter.
Your smile, your curiosity.
God, Miguel wishes so bad you didn't, because if you die now, he'll just get hurt again, and again.
So he'll do almost anything to save you, his 'adoptive daughter'. A year and a half ago, he would have said he didn't have anything to lose.
But now.. you know the rest.
After a few minutes of rushing to the medical bay, they get you into emergency surgery, then find what happened.
"Multiple broken vertebrae, shattered spine, fractured ribs, and a mediocre concussion. We have her in surgery right now to fix her spine." The doctor glances up from his clipboard, seeing a pacing Miguel and Gwen in a chair, slouched over, thinking over and over, 'how did this happen?'.
You don't blame her. Not after what the Goblin pulled.
"I'm not even quite sure how she survived, given she doesn't have the typical spider-powers. But I do know she has a similar physiology to you, Miguel." The doctor points his pen toward the 6'9 man, as Miguel turns toward him, encouraging him to continue. "You might have to do a blood transfusion, given that she's lost quite a lot of blood."
The Goblin, he's the one who did this to you. He mimicked Gwen's voice, saying, "Spider-Woman, help!"
It was in that second that you should have known. She never says Spider-Woman. She always says Shadow.
You should have known, you should have. But of course, your feelings and thoughts got the better of you. And the fact that you have no spider-sense only made it worse.
"Alright. I'll do what it takes to save my 2nd best Spider." Gwen quietly laughs at that, but only for a second.
"And you, Gwen, we'll need to check you out before you can leave." She nods, standing and following the doctor, but not without looking back at Miguel, who is glaring at her, his fangs out and everything.
Her eyes go wide, and she turns back around as fast as she can.
Oh, shit. Miguel's gonna kill me after I get bandaged up.
She can't help but get that awful feeling in her stomach just thinking about what Miguel will do to her after.
After Gwen follows the doctor in the doors, he drops the angered look, and instead dawns a tired look, complete with lowered eyebrows and small frown.
"Chingada madre. Kid always has to be in some sort of trouble. She can never stay still." He pinches his nose bridge, in between his eyes.
He keeps his eyes on the surgeons doing your operation, then looks at you on the table, under the effects of anesthesia.
"You better survive this so I can ground you." He barely smiles, giving the illusion he's still deathly angry with you, because he is.
The only thing you think about while under is a nightmare of not being able to save Gwen if the Goblin actually had her, which is almost traumatic for you. And whenever you think of it, your heart rate spikes, and the doctors have to give you additional drugs to calm your system down.
Regardless, almost everyone who knows you is worried, knowing that having your spine fractured, broken, shattered, whichever you want to say, is huge.
The doctor finishes treating Gwen's minor and major injuries, like cuts, bruises, and her broken arm. He gives her a cast to wear on her left arm for a week or two, before coming back for a check-up.
She heads back out the way she came, stopping for a minute to see the progress they've made. Virtually zero, but this surgery is complicated and will take hours of labor to repair the broken vertebrae, piece together the shattered spine, and replicate the ruptured nerves.
For some reason, she can't help but blame herself, just like she's blamed herself for so many other things.
But you don't think it's her fault, you know it's not her fault.
Other than blaming herself for something she couldn't have prevented, she watches the surgeons work for a minute, before wanting to head to your shared quarters, which for now, will be vastly empty.
For now, it won't be filled with the sound of your pencil going at it on your sketchbook paper, or you listening to some of your favorite songs, or the sound of you criticizing either a book you're reading, or something on the holoscreen.
And she feels alone. Again.
She hasn't felt this alone in a while, since after all, you're there next to her most of the time.
Grinning, laughing, trying not to laugh when Lyla "accidentally" turns off Miguel's hologram and his butt shows.
But she has Miles, Pav, and Hobie, right? Yes, but they're not you, one of her only girl friends, and best friend at that..
She stares at your bloodied and bruised face, reminding her of when Peter died.
Her thoughts go dark for a moment, thinking about you dying. On that table. Having to tell your parents in your universe that you died saving her.
Gwen snaps out of it, shaking her head.
'No. Stop thinking like that. She has the best doctors in the Spiderverse working on saving her. She'll be fine..' Gwen isn't even really sure if she can trust her thoughts, as she lightly frowns. 'Right..?'
She closes her eyes for a second, before turning around to leave the medical wing.
She's only a few steps away from the door when an alarm goes off, flashing red lights going off all around.
"Code Red in Medical Wing B, Code Red in Medical Wing B."
"SHE'S GOING INTO SHOCK, PUMP IV FLUIDS AND GET MIGUEL BACK IN HERE, STAT!" The head surgeon yells to a nurse inside the room, as he rushes to get the fluids and calls Miguel on his watch.
Gwen rushes to turn around, as she sees the surgeons working hard to save you. Then she hears the doors slam open to her right, as Miguel sprints to the entrance of the room.
She can't bear to watch, so she doesn't. She runs, out of that wing, to your shared quarters.
She runs, just like she ran after Peter died, and after her dad aimed his gun at her, not even giving her a chance to explain.
She opens the door, moving inside, not sparing the outside a second glance. She slams the door closed, sliding down it, sitting down onto the floor.
Her eyes darted around the floor, not thinking of anything in particular, other than the obvious: that she just ran away from having to see another person in her life die. Especially one she cares so much for.
One that she cares so deeply for, that she would gladly spend everyday with, that she'd give her life for.
She raises her head, a grave realization coming to her.
"Ah, shit.." She furrows her brows, the smile on her face bitter. "I like her. Just had to realize this now, huh?" Gwen just shakes her head, biting the inside of her cheek, holding back everything else she's feeling.
Aka, everything else she's feeling that she hasn't allowed herself to feel, like loss, or anything other than the wall she put up for a while, which was promptly taken down by Miles, Pavitr, Hobie, and most predominantly, you.
And right now, all she does is sit there, thinking about how pissed she'll be at herself if she doesn't get the chance to tell you that she likes you. If she doesn't get the chance and you die, that's just another death she'll claim responsibility for, even when both you and her knew the risks.
She'll blame herself for making the multiverse lose such a beautiful smile, a selfless hero, a brilliant mind, and the girl she likes.
And again, it's only now that she realizes her stares, because back then, she took them as just admiration, respect. Especially when she looked at you in the gym, bench pressing, with Miguel spotting you. She thought that she reacted like, 'Holy shit, that's impressive!' But she was like, 'Holy shit.'
Regardless of what she used to think, she knows now. And she knows she has to tell you, if you live. And if you don't, she'll carry it to her grave.
She wishes she could just curl up into a ball and cry, but she has hero work. Anomalies to take care of.
In a rude interruption, someone knocks on the door, then it's accompanied by a light voice.
"Gwen, you okay? Open the door." Only Miles would have that soft of a voice, especially when speaking to someone who's just experienced something more than bad.
She pauses for a second, trying to think up an excuse.
"Uh, I'm changing, can't." Real smooth.
"Mhm. Okay. I'll wait." And there he goes again, with his caring demeanor.
Gwen rolls her eyes, standing from her spot on the ground. "Fine. Come in." She opens the door, allowing Miles to come inside, then quickly shuts it again.
She moves over to her bed, passing a cabinet with a couple of pictures on top, with her and you in them.
She looks at them, grabbing them after a moment of staring. In all of them, you're smiling, whether that be brightly or annoyed.
"I know you're probably feeling guilty right now. But it wasn't your fault. Risks come from being a spider-person, especially one that doesn't have a spider sense." At those words, Gwen just nods, the words going in one ear and heading out the other. She just walks over to her bed, sitting on the edge.
Miles can't help but cross his arms, furrowing his eyebrows. "That's not the only reason you're worried, is it?" He finally asks the question.
All this time, Miles was deathly sure that you liked Gwen. He knew that for sure. But he never completely expected to realize Gwen liked you back.
He always had that small thought in the back of his head, but nothing had ever come of it, until now.
When Gwen doesn't do anything but look down at her feet, it confirms Miles' suspicions.
He nods, softly smiling. Nothing needs to be said by either of them.
Miles had always liked Gwen ever since that super-collider brought them and the others together, including you.
Ever since then, she's been heavy in his head and heart, as so much of the stuff he drew during that middle year was just her. Even his mom called him out on it at one point, but he heavily denied it.
Right before the super-collider incident when you and the others were brought into Miles' universe, you were busy battling Loki, along with the Avengers.
He was beating you guys badly, until you temporarily got the upper hand. But then you got sucked into Miles' Earth, effectively making your Earth lose the battle with Loki.
When you came back, most of the Avengers were in critical condition, and your mother along with thousands of New York citizens, were dead.
You wouldn't have known. You couldn't have. Yet, everyday, you blame yourself for their deaths, because if only you had defeated Loki faster, right?
If only. That's all anyone tells themselves.
She still has the photos in her hands. She can't let go of them, because what if she loses you at that moment? Those photos will be some of the only happy moments of you two she physically has.
She laughs, for a split second, as she looks up at Miles, sitting up straight.
"She always had that same old dumb smile. Every time." Her smile is small, reminiscent of the many smiles you've had, and many of them pointed at her.
"Tell me more." Miles nods, a smile evident on his face, after getting Gwen to talk about something to cheer her up. He drops his arms from his chest, instead opting to drop his arms to his sides and loosely place them on his hips.
Of course, Miles feels sad that Gwen doesn't like him like that, but now wouldn't be the time to say anything like that. He instead focuses on giving her some comfort in your stead.
"After she smiled, she would like, laugh but it sounded like exhaling a breath, if that makes sense?" She'd take a deep breath, looking at the pictures again, softly smiling.
"She'll be okay. I know it. And if she isn't.." She quiets down a bit, slouching and placing her arms on her legs. "I'm not even gonna imagine that." She finishes off her words with an exhausted sigh. She casts the pictures one last glance, before standing and placing them back on the cabinet.
Miles follows her figure, his tone gentle. "Are you feeling better now? Need time?"
Gwen would nod at his words, always thankful for such understanding friends.
"Okay. I'll go. If you need something, don't hesitate to call." He gives her a thumbs up as he leaves the room, closing the door behind him.
For now, Gwen is more than content with her current thoughts about your situation, even with the slim chance you might not survive.
But she doesn't think about those odds. No, not for another second.
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Around 2 hours later, Miguel speaks to the doctors working on your spine, as they tell him they can't fix your spine.
"What do you mean, 'We can't fix her spine.' Huh? I've given you all the medical instruments of the future! Fix her damn SPINE." He looks at all of them, mentally and physically drained. His look of anger seems to dissipate when he looks at your body however.
"Her spine is beyond repair. There's too many shatters and fractures and missing pieces. She is quite literally better off with us removing her spine and installing a completely cybernetic one-"
"I don't want to hear it." Miguel sighs, his eyes looking at you on that table, bloody and unconscious.
I can't. When you need me most. Oh, kid..
He thinks for a moment, his face desperate.
You're strong, determined. So I'm hoping you can handle this.
He sucks up his pride, wearing a scowl. "I'll get you the fucking spine. Just.. make sure my kid's okay. And don't mess this shit up." He growls, only proving how serious he is.
They all nod, albeit a few of them scared. Then Miguel leaves the room, readying himself for a long night ahead of him, creating a cybernetic spine.
At that time he rushes to his lair, taking out some blueprints from when he was working in Alchemax.
He scrolls through various different types of cybernetic spines, some that attach to the intact spine to strengthen it, others that just line the spine, then there, full spine replacement cybernetics.
There's only a couple, due to the fact most of them were for cosmetic reasons. But out of the few there were, one stuck out to Miguel, a carbon black color, stemming from the part in the neck to the bottom of the pelvis.
"It looks chunky, but I'll admit, looks practical and badass." He pulls the blueprint down to his workstation, projecting it in front of him. "Okay. Hardest thing is probably how the hell the nerves are gonna work with this. But not my circus, not my monkeys."
Miguel takes a deep breath and cracks his knuckles, calling Lyla.
"Lyla, lock down the lab. I need absolute concentration to finish this in time."
"Hmm? Lock down the lab? What for?" She innocently asks, standing in front of him, on his left.
"You know why. Just do it, you know damn well you don't want the kid to die. She's the only one who tolerates your bullshit jokes." His voice takes an angered tone, as he grits his teeth.
"Alright, fine. But this wasn't for you." She locks down the lab momentarily, giving Miguel a peace sign before disappearing.
He mumbles under his breath about how much he hates her, but he won't do shit to change her.
Anyways, after his little issue with Lyla, he studies the blueprint, although it'd be so much better if his brother Gabriel was here. He always was better than Miguel at technological stuff.
Miguel clears his workstation of anything else other than anything regarding the spine.
"Time to get to work."
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Miguel works meticulously, yet still with a fairly quick pace. In around 11 hours, he has the spine done, and if he made it correctly, it should latch onto where the missing spine should be and 'solder' the nerves into itself.
"Hopefully.. this is good." He pauses before continuing to speak, to no one, other than Lyla, who is probably listening. "I need to rest." He breathes for a second, just taking a moment, before moving to deliver the spine to the surgeons, who right now, are probably taking short breaks while they wait.
He walks to the medical wing, the Spider Society HQ quite quiet for 5 a.m. Not many people are awake yet, seeing as Miguel pulled an all-nighter out of his ass to save you.
When he arrives, the surgeons look surprised, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets. Miguel currently looks like a ghost and a vampire had a child, and decided to never let it sleep.
"Here. I promised, and I delivered." Miguel's voice sounds strained, as he hasn't had many liquids either. He's just been so focused on saving you. Losing another person he loves, especially one he sees as a daughter would be devastating for him.
"Y-You got it?! Okay, we'll get right on it." For a few minutes, the surgeons just took a small break, maybe a few minor power naps. Because during the 11 hour period where Miguel was busy on the spine, they got on taking out your spine, part by part. So right now, you just look like muscle and fat, with your back opened up.
They were slow and steady, making sure to not take a risky shot at any point. Either way, they weren't expecting to see Miguel with the spine so soon, especially one that smells fresh off the factory line.
They carefully place the spine on a table, near your body.
At this point, they've given you so much drugs that not even a junkie would have taken this much in their whole life. But it keeps you down and out, so that's what they keep doing.
They disinfect the spine, as they lift it above you, ready to insert the brain stem part first.
All the while, Miguel waits, his face expectant. "Work.. Chingada madre, this better work." His eyes dart from your back to the spine, as they move it in.
The spine acclimates to the area, as it connects itself to the nerves. The surgeons have never seen anything like this, not in video games, TV shows, nothing. They slowly push the rest of it in, the last part in the pelvis a bit of a trickier challenge.
"Yes! YES!" Miguel smiles, his desperation turning into relief as he starts to cry, an unusual action for him. "Y-You're gonna be okay, kid." His breath hitches as he steps back, running his hands through his hair, then down his tired face.
The surgeons finally finish, after 14 hours of straight, hard, no sleep, work, they manage to save you.
They call some nurses to move you to a different room, gently placing you on the bed, hooking up all kinds of medical stuff to you, as Miguel stares at your bruised face.
He can't help but have a small smile on his face, knowing he managed to save you.
Thank God you're okay. Losing you would have sent me off the deep end.
I'm still going to ground you to high hell.
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3 days later, everyone's seen you in the hospital, resting. And at that time, Miguel stands next to your bed, arms crossed.
"Doctor says you should be waking up around now." His voice stays monotone, not wanting to let an inch of emotion out. "But I know you. You'll wake up unexpectedly and keep your eyes closed to surprise everyone." He'd chuckle, the corner of his mouth turning up.
There's silence for a few moments, before you start groaning.
Huh.. que chingadas..
You rustle around for a second, as Miguel's eyes stay on you. Slowly, you open your eyes, the lights of the room bright, as you get readjusted.
"Ugh.. my head. Jesus, f-" You don't dare finish that sentence the second you see Miguel right next to you. "Miguel.. Wh-What happened? How long I been out?" You try not to speak too loudly, given that you haven't spoken in the last 4 days.
"You've been out for a few days, kiddo. Anything hurts like you're gonna die?" He pulls a chair next to you, leaning back in the chair, arms on the armrests. "Or are you feeling good?"
You nod, your head still feeling a big groggy.
"No, 'stoy bien. But.. What happened? And where is everyone?" You sit up, touching your back and feeling the outside of the spine. You recoil your hand at the touch, as Miguel sighs.
"Ah, your spine was too damaged to repair. They.. removed the whole thing and I made you a new one. Like from that Cyberpunk 2077 game you like to play. And everyone.." He clicks his tongue, as he presses some stuff on his watch. "..is coming now."
You look happily surprised, a large grin making its way on your face. "Thanks Miguel. Siempre me ayudas cuando te necesito." He smiles at your words, as he pulls you in for a quick hug.
"Siempre, mija." He takes an affectionate tone, as he lightly squeezes your shoulder, letting go of the hug.
Not even a minute later, the 4 musketeers show up, with smiling faces.
Your eyes light up at their appearances, especially after seeing Gwen's relieved face. She smiles, and you can see that tooth gap you love so much. Then you see the cast on her arm, but decide to bring it up later.
Miguel follows your gaze, landing on Gwen. He looks back at you and just smiles, as they approach.
"Heard sleepin' beauty was finally awake from her kip. Gwenny here was in bloody shambles the entire time. We were too, 'course, but, ah, she barely slept, ate—" Gwen interrupts Hobie, nervously laughing, trying to keep her collected persona intact.
"He's uh.. exaggerating." She walks over to the right side of the bed, crossing her arms as she glares at Hobie near the head of the bed. "But I'm really happy to see you're okay."
Everybody else other than Miguel either awws, or oohs.
Meanwhile, you just keep your eyes on her, smiling like an idiot. "Thanks, Gwen. Means a lot to hear you say that." Then your eyes move to the three dudes bunched up together at the head of the bed.
"And you three, what no, 'Congrats on not dying!' shit? Nothing? Damn, leavin' me out to dry here."
Miguel enjoys the active atmosphere around him, but he has work to do, so he leaves, giving everyone a quick goodbye and you, one last hug.
After he leaves, Miles sits down in the chair Miguel was in, leaning back.
"So how long you gotta be here? Few weeks?" Miles asks, as he looks around the room.
"Not sure, I doubt a few weeks. Maybe another few days. Just gotta get used to the new spine, I guess."
"New spine? Fucking cool."
You spend the next hour talking with all of them, as they recap what's happened over the last few days you were out, nothing much.
After the hour's over, Miles is the first to say goodbye, as he has something to do with Margo. Then Hobie and Pav have training to do, as they said, 'He needs to learn to not be such a pussy!' 'Says you!'
Regardless, you don't mind as they leave, because that gives you some time to talk to Gwen, alone.
She walks to the chair, sitting down.
"I haven't asked you if you're okay yet, have I?" You turn towards her leaned back figure, wanting her to be completely honest with you.
"No, you didn't. But, I'm fine. Honest." You raise a brow to that, knowing she's not completely telling the truth.
"The cast?"
"Oh, this? Just to stabilize my arm after the break." Your heart drops hearing that, as you take a breath.
"Your arm broke?" You say, pausing as you look at it. "Shit." A mumble under your breath, as she sighs, gently punching your shoulder with her right hand.
"Yeah, it broke, but it's fine. I'll be fine, don't worry." She smiles, with a slight nod at the end.
You tiredly sigh, mindlessly grabbing at the blanket on top of you, thinking. "You know," You didn't use the 'y'know' combination, so Gwen knows this is serious. "The entire time, while I was out, you were the only thing I was thinking about." You keep your voice quiet, as your face expression is soft.
"I like you, Gwen. And I wanted to say that now because who knows if something like this happens again, to either of us, but we don't survive?" Your words are raw, coming straight from the heart.
Every time you've envisioned yourself telling her this, it's always been during a rainy day, particularly on the roof of the Spider Society HQ. Either way, you never got far enough to see what she'd say.
But now, you've shot your shot, and you're hoping you don't miss.
Gwen bashfully smiles, looking from your hand to your face. "I like you too. It took me a while to realize, but I know."
You turn your body slightly to face her, butterflies in your stomach. "Good. I thought I made it kind of obvious." A gentle laugh emanates from you, as she looks at you, from your smile to your nose, to your eyes.
"Obvious? I don't think you were obvious if I didn't catch on to it."
"No, you're just super oblivious."
She stands up, leaning on the guardrails on the bed. "Oblivious, huh?" She chuckles, leaning in.
You smile, moving a hair out of the way, then pulling her in for a kiss. Your hand moves to her neck, with your thumb on her cheek. Her soft lips connect with your slightly chapped ones.
It lasts for a few moments, before you separate, dumb excited grins on your faces.
"Was that obvious enough?"
"Hmm, no.. I think you'll have to show me again."
You laugh, looking all around her face, remembering every little detail, down to the last almost invisible freckle.
You'll never forget this, mainly due to the fact that right afterwards, your heart rate monitor spiked and some nurses came in and saw you guys. Now, that, you'll never forget, because Gwen was there with you.
(If yall are at all curious as to what the spine would be here it is, cyberpunk77 reference 🫶🏼🗣)
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shxtodxroki · 5 months
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𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜
Summary: You’re cuddling with Jihyun, but he’s oddly quiet, as if he’s listening to something specific. And when you eventually ask why, you learn about your boyfriend’s biggest joy in life (aside from you, of course).
Flufftober Day 8 Prompt: Rainy Day
Warnings: Mentions/hints towards depression, mentions of V slowly losing his eyesight
Pairing: V ( Jihyun Kim) x Gender Neutral! Reader
Word Count: 1.3k
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The room is silent, almost eerily so, as you sit beside your boyfriend with curious eyes and a mind full of wonder. You’re cozily cuddled up to his side, the fireplace running as you wrap both of your arms around one of his and press your cheek into his sweater. But for some reason, neither of you have said anything at all for the past ten minutes, your lover silently staring at the roof as if listening for something, or perhaps listening to something? You’re not particularly sure, but he seems more at peace than he hardly ever does, leaving you hesitant to disturb his clear serenity and risk wiping the soft, barely-there smile clean off his face.
Though you don’t wish to interrupt the silence of the room, you do slowly begin to sneak one of your hands down towards his palm, carefully linking your fingers with his. He lets you without a second thought, always open to your touch even when he’s not particularly paying attention, though your movements don’t seem to draw him out of his thoughts or his listening in the slightest as he remains quiet and stoic. Your cheek nuzzles against the fuzziness of his wool sweater in search of warmth despite the fire going at the other end of the room and the blanket currently being shared across your two bodies, as his warmth is like none other to you. A blanket and a fire can only warm your surface, but he’s able to get rid of the chill in your bones, able to make your soul feel light and airy to your core even with his own demons.
The fingers of your free hand slowly begin to dance up his sleeve, mindlessly playing with the soft fabric in your hands as your eyes turn up to his face. You could study him all day, you really could. He’s a living work of art, a being somehow painted perfectly, or photographed by an eye even more meticulous than his own. There’s not one feature of his that you don’t love, from his striking, vibrant hair to his soft, plush lips to his short, gentle fingernails that he lets you paint whenever you ask. He’s more precious than diamond or gold to your aching heart, and as he stares at nothing at all and finds himself lost in sounds unbeknownst to you, you find yourself thinking that he looks even more statuesque and gorgeous than usual as he sports one of his increasingly rare grins.
Though you’re desperate to hold his peace, to let him ruminate in this happiness that he’s so visibly experiencing for once, your curiosity eventually wins out as you ponder what could possibly be enrapturing him so much. Your hand gently squeezes his as you silently plead for his attention, gently snuggling into him once more as you look up at him and meet his gaze with soft, questioning eyes.
“What are you thinking about, love?” You ask quietly, careful to keep your voice low in hopes of preserving this moment’s serenity. “You seem really lost in something, but I can’t quite figure out what.”
Jihyun can’t help but let out a soft chuckle to your words, his free hand gently moving to trace along your knuckles as he responds. “....Can you hear that, angel?” He asks with a soft smile, and when you stop to listen, you can’t seem to hear much aside from a small, distant pitter-patter.
Tink. Tink. Tink. The sound barely echoes through the room, and for a second you think that can’t possibly be what your boyfriend’s referring to. You have no clue what it even is, how could it be significant enough for him to comment on?
But then, like a strike of lightning in your neurons, you realize that the sound is the soft patter of rain against your roof, your eyes glancing towards the window as you watch the droplets race down the glass panes and fill the sky with a grey smog. You had never known your lover to be particularly fascinated with the rain, but many people enjoyed the sights and sounds of fresh rainfall, though you were still curious if there was a deeper root as to why he seemed so utterly lost in the echoes of the downpour.
“The rain?” You ask for confirmation, your fingers squeezing his hand once more as he wordlessly nods in response. “I suppose I can, it’s pretty quiet though. I didn’t know you liked the rain so much….” You mutter, prompting him for further elaboration, if there was any to discuss in the first place.
He doesn’t answer right away, simply giving you another soft smile as he pulls you closer than before. He was being awfully generous today, showing off the beauty that is his smile more frequently than he had ever since you had met him, and the mere sight makes your heart swell to the brim. You suddenly find yourself incredibly thankful for the rain, your gratitude for the way it’s brightened your lover’s attitude pouring out of you and rivaling the steady downfall outside even if you can’t understand it. Until he finally explains it to you, the best he can, and gives you a window into his mind.
“Well… my eyesight is nearly gone now.” He starts with a sigh, though he doesn’t sound as melancholy as he typically does when the topic is brought up. That mention instantly piques your curiosity further, however, and you listen with rapt attention as he continues as the pads of your fingers mindlessly grip his sleeve. “So I can’t enjoy many of the things that used to calm me down before. The sight of flowers in a vibrant garden, the fireplace flaring up on a cold night, the thrill of getting to photograph a precious sight… honestly, I was starting to think I had nothing besides you that made me feel relaxed anymore.”
Of course you knew he had been suffering as the deterioration of his eyesight progressed. Anyone in his position would, and you had witnessed firsthand the simple pleasures of nature in his life slowly decreasing as his vision went more and more. But you hadn’t realized just how bad it had been mentally wounding him until this moment, and your heart aches for him as you patiently wait for him to continue at his own pace.
“But…. I can still enjoy the rain. Rain has never been about the sight for me, unlike most things that soothe my mind. It…. it’s more about the sound of the rain hitting the house, the smell of the mist in the air…. I guess I’m just happy that I haven’t lost all of my favorite parts of nature. That I can still enjoy things like this with the senses I do still have.”
Though your heart still holds a crack in response to his troubles, you feel tears of relief begin weighing down your waterline as his smile grows wider than it’s been all day. You suddenly shift your weight to meet him eye-to-eye after taking a moment to compose yourself, taking your sweet, fragile man’s precious face in your hands as you stare at him with a cheesy, lovestruck smile.
“You know, I think you’ve made me love the rain too.” You whisper, before leaning in and connecting your lips in a tender, gentle kiss. It’s brief, a few seconds at most, but he’s able to understand without words just how thankful you are for this moment. How thankful you are that he’s smiling again, that he’s found something besides his lover that still brings him joy. You’ve had to watch him lose so much along with his eyesight, sticking by his side through all of his worst moments along this journey, and through this kiss he realizes that you dream of him never losing joys like the rain ever again.
You’re unable to resist the urge to brush your thumb against the soft skin of his cheek as you pull away from this kiss, your finger slowly tracing along his sharp jawline as you press another peck to his cheek. “If it makes you happy, then I hope it rains every day. Anything to see you smile. “ You tell him with a voice full of fondness, and right then Jihyun knows that he could lose every other pleasure in life - rain included - and still be perfectly satisfied, as long as he still had you to love and hold throughout the rest of his life.
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A/N: Ahhhh so sorry for my absence during my school-related slump, but I am STILL going to catch up these next few days because I REALLY want to see this event through to the end since I’m having tons of fun with it! Honestly I don’t know much about V (haven’t been down his route yet, and there’s been very little about him in the routes I’ve been down so far) so I hope this is okay! I think it turned out really sweet at least, I’m pretty proud of this so I hope you guys enjoy it as well! :> Also my requests are currently open, so if you have any requests for any fandoms I write for feel free to send them my way!
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cyb3rclouds · 11 months
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the name game ✧
part one.
neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
warning/notes - lowercase intended, characters are always speaking na'vi unless stated otherwise, i don't own any of the gifs, divider credits to shifterium, and i apologize if this chapter is a little boring.
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for as long as you can remember, your parents made their expectations of you very clear. they were firm believers that everyone in a clan had to contribute and pull their own weight. so when it came to raising you and your siblings, they made sure to teach all of you many different skills so you would never bear the shame of being useless.
as you grew older, you and your siblings started to figure out your places within the omatikaya clan. your eldest sister, nanti and younger brother, ri'an had followed in your parents footsteps and became hunters. your youngest sister, tuseÿa had her heart set on being a gatherer.
growing up, you were always making a new piece of jewelry for yourself or your siblings. you became more advanced in weaving than your peers. therefore, becoming an artisan for the clan just made sense.
now even though your parents were proud of the type of people you and siblings became, they do wish that you and nanti were more social with your peers. ri'an and tuseÿa were both very adventurous and social so they had many friends.
you and nanti on the other hand, the two of you were more reserved and stayed to yourselves. being the oldest, nanti always felt the pressure of having to be the best and leading by example. so instead of going out and socializing with her peers, she practiced her archery and her combat every day so she would be the absolute best.
you just found solace in being alone and it's always been that way. most of the time, you are off somewhere in the forest by your lonesome. you also crafted most of your work there as well. going off into the flora of pandora and coming back with a basket you weaved within the time you were gone was a usual occurrence.
at the moment, you were seated on the mossy ground of the forest, your feet and calves submerged in the water of the lake beneath you while you worked on a water carrier. the materials you needed sat beside you.
the comforting sounds of the water and soft wind was interrupted by the snapping of a twig. your ears twitched at the sound and you looked up, watching as a figure walked towards the lake.
it didn't take long for the figure is come into eyesight as you realized that it was infact, neteyam sully. the son of the current olo'eyktan and sixth toruk makto. you had never really interacted with the sully family being that you mostly kept to yourself.
as neteyam approached the lake, he noticed you sitting there, watching him.
“please forgive me, i did not realize anyone was here.” he apologized to you.
you shook your head, "it is alright.'
neteyam eyed you closely before he gave you a weird look, he had never seen you before. maybe you were a part of another clan close by. tawkami perhaps? kekunan? maybe even olangi.
"what clan are you from?" he couldn't stop himself from asking.
"omatikaya." you answered simply, your fingers never once stopped moving as you kept working on the object at hand. you weren't bothered by the question he asked you, you actually expected it.
"really? you are omatikayan? are you sure?" netayam's voice was full of surprise.
this time, your fingers did come to a halt. ‘are you sure?’ what did that mean? did he think you didn't know what clan you are apart of.
"do you think i don't know where i come from?" you asked bitterly and neteyam noticed that you took offense to the question due to the sour tone in your voice.
“no! not at all. i just- i have never seen you before.” he replied truthfully.
“i spend most of my time here in the forest.” you answered, putting the halfway fine water carrier to the side. the ongoing conversation with neteyam distracting you enough to take a break.
“me too. well- i try. when i am not busy.”
"busy training to be olo'eyktan, i assume."
neteyam nodded at your assumption so you decided to ask a question, "what is that like?"
the question was normal in your eyes but when you looked at neteyam, his body language seemed a bit uncomfortable and you immediately regretted allowing the words to leave your mouth.
"i do not mean to pry." you tried to apologize for asking a seemingly inappropriate question before neteyam reassured you it was okay.
"no, it is alright. i have never been asked that question so i was caught off guard. it is actually a lot of work but if it will make me a great olo'eyktan when the day comes, it's worth it."
you smiled, "you will do great, i know it."
it was now neteyam's turn to smile, "thank you."
you then place your attention on the bow and arrows in neteyam's hand. 'he must be here to fish' you thought. you didn't want to postpone his plans any further so you quickly gathered your things as you stood to your full height.
"i see you're here to fish so i will leave you to it." you said and he shook his head, "you don't have to leave, you were here first."
"it's fine. i have other matters to attend to. goodbye neteyam." you responded, finally leaving.
"wait! i didn't catch your name.." neteyam spoke but you were already out of earshot when the words left his mouth.
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the next couple of weeks went by normally. during breakfast with your family, you noticed that your arms have been lacking in jewelry as of late. after breakfast was over you helped your mother clean up before grabbing materials so you can make a new arm guard for yourself.
after double checking that you had everything, you left high camp and went into the forest. after finding a comfortable spot on the flat surface of a rock, you got to work.
you were at peace until you were reaching the end of the arm guard, an arrow flew past your head, only missing you by mere inches.
you gasped as your head flew up. before you could move any further, you heard a groan and knew that was most likely where the arrow came from.
“you almost took my head off.” you spoke loud enough for the person to hear. for a moment, it was silent. then movement started as you heard footsteps coming towards you. you stared in the direction of the sound until the leaves in front of you were pushed aside, revealing your almost-murderer.
the green leaves were now replaced with the body of neteyam sully. you let out a small sigh of relief, now knowing it was someone you somewhat know and not a complete stranger.
you turned your attention back to the piece of jewelry, "you should really scope out your surroundings neteyam. you almost killed me."
neteyam's eyes widened a bit in surprise, "i almost hit you? i'm sorry i was trying to hit a hexapede."
"well there isn't an arrow in my forehead so i guess it's alright."
neteyam didn't respond. instead he walked over to the rock and took a seat next to you. your fingers stuttered a bit but you quickly recovered and continued what you were doing.
"are you making an arm guard?" he asked the obvious question and you nodded.
"it looks good."
"thank you."
neteyam watched as your fingers moved swiftly. you were very gifted in this field. he thought back to the first time you two met and how you were making a water carrier, you had to be an artisan.
"so neteyam.. why are you out here hunting hexapedes?" you asked, bringing neteyam out of his thoughts.
he huffed, "my dad is away on a hunting trip so i have a couple days to myself."
"so you're spending your days off from training.. training?"
neteyam shrugged, "i don't know what else to do."
"maybe pick up a hobby since you clearly do not have one." you chuckled when neteyam playfully shoved your shoulder.
"ok smart one. what would you do?" neteyam turned so that he was now facing you entirely. you paused your movement and pretended to be deep in thought.
"what i usually do when i'm not making something, explore the forest. there's probably so many places in this forest you haven't seen." you responded.
that was true. jake usually took neteyam to the same spot to train and when he did go into the forest in his free time, he always went straight to the lake. the lake brought him comfort and reminded him of his childhood so it was always the first place his mind went to. he never even thought to venture out into the beautiful forest.
he thought for a moment, "okay i'll explore the forest. but only if you come with me."
you had finally finished the arm guard so you finally put your undivided attention on the boy in front of you. he was looking at you attentively and it slightly intimidated you, having him watching you so intensely.
"are you sure?" you asked.
he nodded his head, making his braids move in the process, "of course. we're friends now after all."
"oh is that right?" you said in amusement and shock. you broke eye contact with him as you started to clean up your area of all unused or cut material.
"well.. we would be if i knew your name."
"my name is not of importance." you replied rather quickly.
"what? of course it is."
you sighed, "how about this, i'll tell you my name when we go exploring."
"so tomorrow?" neteyam didn't understand why you wouldn't just tell him your name like everyone else. was there a problem with him knowing your name? but he decided not to pry and just trust what you said.
"tomorrow." you smiled. you picked up your new creation and inspected it, making sure it met your standards.
"it is very nice. it usually takes me forever to make any piece of jewelry." netayam laughed. you looked up from your creation to see that his left arm was decorated with jewelry while his right arm wasn't.
"give me your arm." you spoke.
neteyam looked at you in confusion until a look of realization washed over his face and he quickly shook his head, "oh i can't accept it. you just made it for yourself right."
"i can make another one. besides, we are friends now so consider this a gift of newfound friendship."
neteyam smiled softly as he gave in. he then held out his forearm and watched your fingers touch his skin to place the arm guard on him.
"thank you." he said once you were done.
"you're welcome neteyam.. i should go now." you stood up, stepping him down from the large rock. neteyam followed behind you.
"so i'll see you tomorrow?"
"mhm" you hummed before finally walking away, leaving neteyam behind.
when neteyam got back to high camp, he walked straight to his family's marui. opening the flap, his siblings kiri and lo'ak were there along with spider, talking amongst themselves.
they all looked up once he entered and returned to their conversation realizing it was only him. kiri's eyes lingered on him a bit, noticing an armband with a really nice pattern.
"nice arm guard, where'd you get it?" kiri asked and spider and lo'ak looked over at neteyam, seeing the new piece of jewelry.
"all i know is he didn't make that, it took him like a week to make his last one." lo'ak jokes. spider laughed at the joke while kiri rolled her eyes.
"i know you aren't talking, you can't even make one." neteyam clapped back.
lo'ak scoffed in response, "yes i can don't piss me off."
"whatever. anyways, no i didn't make it. a friend of mine did." neteyam spoke and it was quiet in the tent for a couple seconds before all three teens started laughing.
neteyam's face scrunched up as he watched the, "what?"
"bro no offense but you don't have any friends." spider laughed, shaking his head.
"right! so what's their name?" lo'ak asked.
“uh..” neteyam trailed off rubbing the back of his neck, “i don’t know her name”
“what?” kiri spoke in english. lo'ak and spider started laughing once again and neteyam rolled his eyes.
“you don’t know her name? bro i'm starting to think she doesn't exist." lo'ak also voiced his opinion in english.
neteyam wanted to know your name before but now he had to know it.
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chiquititaosita · 6 months
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“𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚.”
canonverse hange x vaquera latina fem reader
contents: canonverse hange x vaquera latina fem reader. Hange uses they/them pronouns and it’s canonverse (except THEY DIDNT DIE aye 🤪🩷). the song is the name of the title Ella baila sola - peso pluma. You’re welcome <3 @euphofic @hqkalon @zarihaaa @abbyslev @luffyinlove @noawithlove @ecstasysdomain @hangeslovers-world @hangespublicist @strawberrystepmom @sanjisblackasswife @roronoaswifey @kazushawty @honeybleed @mommypieck @satocidal @chocolatetheoristcloud @yeagerzprettyblnt @br4tphobia @cottonconnielvr @14thcommander @hoshigaby
osita chisme : okay but I can I love hange so much so I wanted to make a comfort one shot because I’m so greedy to be comforted by this mf. And this song will always have a place in my heart
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When Hange noticed you you were just dancing, it’s around the time they set place for camp. From the war with Marley. Let’s just say it’s been terrible that hange needed a fucking miracle. The outfit our beautiful y/n was wearing her hair down. The main star of the show. Hange needed a break. They need the time to grieve. Hange has caught your eye, as you caught theirs.
You were just in your moment being a shining star being so kind as ever wearing some gold jewlery, super subtle, but it’s perfect. “You look like shit.” Levi will look at Hange, and sip his glass. It’s obvious Levi does care about his colleagues, especially Hange. Since Hange was there for him when he lost his original squad. Hange scoffs and sighed looking at Levi. “Is it that obvious??” They asked him.
“Yeah too obvious.” Your pearly whites were being seen. And hange holds their one finger up. Starting at you with their one eye through their glasses. And their one eye. Watching you spin in circles with a group of friends , and then stomp with your shoes. Then making your way to another table as the song ends. Where both of you make eye contact that felt like hours upon hours. you pass by their table. for this song playing, you ran to your friend in the corner drinking some beer cheering apparently it was girls night.
You my dear were the one that stood out from your friend group. Hange looks over at your friend group watching y’all. Hange has amazing eyesight for real, even at night it’s super sharp as well as sun set. They locked eyes with you. And there you were screaming and laughing happily. As you’re just hysterical.
“You’re staring at her…” Levi clears his throat. Already seeing where this is going. “Pft no Im not.” Hange snaps out of it snorting and fails at trying to covering up what they’ve been doing “okay yeah I was.” They sighed rubbing their temples. “But she’s so beautiful.”
“Yes but doesn’t she look a little bit young?” Levi interjects, as Hange rolls their eyes. “To hell with it, let’s just hope she’s in her 20s.” Hange sips their glass once more as they tap their foot to the music that’s playing. Always upbeat and get going.
. And then here you come making your way to their table. Already having some plates of food. “Hiii how are y’all tonight?” You are happy as ever, a little drunk but a huge ass sweetheart.
“We’re fine thank you, and yourself?” Levi says in a calmly manner with a cheerful attitude sarcastically.
“Ehh I’m good, but I noticed y’all didn’t even make food while y’all were here.” She gave them food. In a bag. It had tacos rice and beans. Even some hot tea. She smiled blushing. “Y’all take some.” Then here you come again running back slowly and then coming to Hanges direction.
“Hi, can you dance??” Y/n asked Hange. “Well i mean i Can dance a little bit. If that counts.” Y/n is smiling happily with the face flushed grabbing Hange. “Perfect!! We’re gonna dance together!!” She held their hands and took them to the dance floor all Hange can see turning around is Levi giving a thumbs up. “You got what you wished for good luck. Shitty glasses.” Levi would smirk and watch Hange flip him off. As y/n giggled taking their hand guiding their hands to y/ns hips. As they’re one to be touchy but gotta keep composure.
With the music blasting from the band, lights flashing. And the Booze slowly kicking in. Watching your skin reflect within the light.
“Hello?!” You sang. “There you are. I thought I lost your attention for a second!!” You snickered.
“Ah sorry!” They chuckled with a slight snort. As a light flush was on their cheeks. “It’s been a long day today..” their mind blanks as they gaze and admire yet study your features, rubbing the small of your back. Pressing their glasses back up with their eyepatch. They still hate this damn look. “You were saying Miss?”
“I was asking for your name!” You smirked holding their hand caressing it with your soft smooth thumb over their calloused hands..
“Hange. Hange Zöe. The 14th commander of the Survey Corps.”they then adjust their jewled tie along with their collar.“ You can just call me Hange though” They then kissed your knuckles. “And it’s a pleasure to meet you miss..”
They question your name with a smirk crept on their face, stroking your hair. “Y/n Y/n L/n.” You’re just smiling being all innocent. after y’all had y’all’s time together dancing. They pull you aside. “Would you like to come to my tent? It’ll be much quieter away from here.”
part two coming soon
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manycoloureddays · 9 months
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under the stars / relief
for @comethedaylight 💜
“Ugh I can’t wait to go home and take the world’s longest shower,” Robin says, picking at the congealed monster blood drying on her skin. “I think I might also be vegetarian now.”
Steve laughs, tips his head back too and beams at the stars. The sky is clear now. For the first time in months, the sky is clear of the Upside Down.
“Actually,” she says. “I can’t wait to go home and use your shower. The water pressure is so much better at your place.”
Steve elbows her. “Tomay-to, tomah-to. My house is your house.”
“Uh, don’t you mean ‘mi casa es su casa’?” Mike asks.
Steve rolls his eyes, grabs Mike around the neck and ruffles his hair. “Similar sentiment, but not what I meant.”
“Ow, getoffme,” Mike grouches, all the while trying to pull the back of Steve’s shirt over his head.
It’s nice to be messing around. They’re bubbling with excitement, they have nothing to worry about anymore. It’s the best high Steve has ever experienced.
They crest the hill, heading back to the prearranged meeting place. It’s where Eddie, Argyle, Dustin, Max, Dmitri, and Erica were stationed, defending one of the big gates at the edge of town.
Steve’s eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be, too many hits to the head and not enough time to get his prescription updated, but even at this distance a quick headcount of the figures on the hill leaves him one short of happy.
His heart drops to the very pit of his stomach. Further even. The scene in front of him is so familiar and he can’t. This can’t be happening again.
“No.”
He takes off at a run.
“Steve!” Robin calls after him.
He can hear her running behind him. Feels guilty for making her run on her bad leg, but he can’t stop, he needs to see, needs to make sure. Because it hurt enough the first time. He can’t do this again.
All that blood, and Steve had still tried to fix it. Sometimes he wakes up breathing like he’s giving CPR.
And he’s seen this before. Dustin on the ground curled over a body, curled over –
Steve’s heart has slingshot back up to his throat.
Steve had heard the sobbing before he’d seen them last time. This time there’s just a lot of loud noise.
Eddie had promised. He’d promised last time too, but it meant more this time. They’d got him back. El had brought him back and he’d been so clear, he wasn’t going to waste his second chance.
Steve hadn’t wanted to split up, but the only way the plan worked was for them to break up into teams. God, Steve is kicking himself for not doing more, being here, anything to stop this from happening twice, he wishes he’d…
Wait.
Dustin is curled over Eddie on the ground, that much is true, but both bodies are heaving with laughter. Laughter that sounds a little manic and high pitched for both of them, threaded through with adrenaline and relief, but laughter all the same.
Steve’s knees go out from under him and he collapses on the ground next to them, wheezing slightly from the run.
They both turn to him, their smiles huge and bright and exactly what Steve needs.
“Steve!”
“Stevie!”
Before he can respond, he’s being pulled into their tangle of limbs, landing with a huff on top of Eddie, with Dustin snorting loudly in his ear.
They’re quickly joined by most of the others. Robin flops down on his back, Lucas, Mike and Will are a heap of wriggling limbs down by his feet, Dustin and Max are shouting in his ear, Erica sits cross legged at his head, and Eddie’s heart is under his ear, beating, beating, beating a steady rhythm.
A walkie crackles to life. El’s voice comes through loud and clear. “We are all safe. The gates are closed. We are coming home. Over.”
There are whoops of joy all around them. Jonathan and Argyle flop down to the ground beside the EddieSteveRobin stack and Steve watches as the realisation that it’s over, finally over, washes over Jonathan.
“Fuck,” Jonathan says, dragging a hand over his face. “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Robin says. “Fuck.”
She wriggles around to talk to them properly, and the movement sends Steve sliding off Eddie, gravity pulling him towards the grass.
Eddie pulls him back, arm wrapped tight around his back. Steve takes a deep breath, coming back to himself. Eddie is here, alive, warm and laughing underneath him. All the people he loves are safe, alive, breathing. Steve can hardly feel his toes.
The fear is leaching out of him. It doesn’t stand a chance when he can feel the dual heartbeats of Robin and Eddie at his chest and back.
“You alright there, Stevie baby?” Eddie asks, soft, just for him. And Robin, who is lying cheek to cheek with him, but she’s tactful enough that she’s pretending to be completely engaged by Jonathan and Argyle’s conversation.
Steve hides his face in Eddie’s neck, noses in real close and feels further proof of life.
“I saw you on the ground again. Panicked.”
He knows Eddie will fill in the blanks, and now he’s here, he doesn’t think he has the energy for much more. It’s been a long year. It’s been a long few years. Steve is tired right down to his core. Like even his arteries are tired of moving blood around his body, and his stomach is tired of breaking down food. It’s a wonder his hair is still growing.
Eddie is quiet for a moment, but the arm across Steve’s back curls tighter. His hand, resting on Steve’s hip, squeezes, and Steve takes a deep, steadying breath. It trips a little in his chest, but he doesn’t start crying. Thank God. Or whatever monster controls the universe.
“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, eventually, his voice heavy with emotion. “I didn’t think about what it would look like.”
Steve shakes his head, and lets his weight drop even further, his face completely mashed into the nook between Eddie’s neck and collarbone. His lips drag across Eddie’s skin when he says, “Not your fault. Just felt … crazy. For a moment.”
“Yeah,” Eddie says. His fingers tracing the outline of one of Steve’s scars. “I can imagine.”
He starts scratching up and down Steve’s side. It rucks his shirt up a little, sets his skin alight. Steve feels tingly. He feels hopeful. Really hopeful for the first time in too fucking long.
“Couldn’t lose you. Not again.”
Eddie turns his face just a little, presses a dry kiss to Steve’s forehead, just below his hairline.
“Yeah, I know exactly how that feels actually. I don’t think I’ve ever been as relieved as I was when I saw you running towards us.”
Steve nods. “Yeah.”
He thinks about all the ways today could have gone wrong. Thinks about all the ways things nearly went wrong every day for the last year. He never wants to do this again. Never wants to have to wonder or worry that the people he loves might not come home.
He doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline, or the what ifs, or the pure fucking relief of a war over and the steadying presence of the heartbeat underneath his hand, but he thinks fuck it.
He shimmies his shoulders and Robin rolls off his back onto the grass beside him with a little oof.
“The fuck was that for?” she demands, pinching his thigh.
She glares at him until he manages to silently communicate that he’s definitely thought fuck it for long enough that he’s determined now and he’s going to do what he’s been putting off basically every day since Eddie got back. Once that’s been cleared up, Robin shakes her head, winks at him and rolls over to drag Max and Dustin into a cuddle pile instead.
Steve props himself up, hands either side of Eddie’s face, and looks down at him. He really is stupidly pretty. He pushes some of the fly away hairs out of Eddie’s eyes, tucks them behind his ear and then leaves his hand there, sort of cupping Eddie’s cheek. Rubs his thumb under his eye.
“Steve?” Eddie asks, a little breathless.
“Mmm,” Steve murmurs, brushing their noses together.
Eddie is almost cross eyed, trying to keep looking at Steve. It’s so fucking cute.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Unless you have any objections,” Steve whispers, “I’m going to kiss you.”. Their mouths are so close they’re practically kissing with each word already.
Eddie makes a strangled little noise in the back of his throat. His eyes bug wide. He looks a little overwhelmed, and Steve almost pulls back, except he’s nodding. He’s nodding frantically.
“Yeah, please, yeah,” Eddie says in a rush, blush spreading from his cheeks, down his neck and into the jacket that Steve made damn sure he’d done all the way up this time.
And one day soon, maybe even tonight, Steve is going to have a conversation with Eddie about the hope burning in his chest that he can see mirrored in Eddie’s eyes. They’ll talk about what comes next and what they’ve been keeping tucked away in their minds.
But that’s for future Steve and future Eddie.
He closes the tiny gap between them, slots their lips together, and finally, finally, kisses Eddie.
It’s not the kind of kiss he’s been dreaming about giving Eddie. Not deep and wet and a little bit dirty. He can’t kiss him like he wants to climb inside him, can’t lick inside his mouth and suck on his tongue until they can both feel it in their toes, because they are lying on the ground surrounded by their friends, their family. So Steve can’t kiss Eddie like he’s been wanting to, but he does kiss him like he’s never going to stop.
He never wants to stop.
Eddie is making the sweetest noises and his hand is tangled in Steve’s hair and he’s kissing Steve like he’s planning on stealing the air from his lungs.
Steve sucks Eddie’s bottom lip into his mouth, bites down gently, then bites down a little harder when Eddie seems into it. He can’t help but lick into Eddie’s mouth, trying to get as close as he can, as much as he can, before everyone notices what he’s doing.
Eddie moans, a quiet little thing, but it’s enough.
“What the –! Are you two making out right now?” Dustin yells, incredulous and dramatic and a little bit bitchy.
Steve smiles against Eddie’s mouth, tastes Eddie’s laughter.
“What’s it to ya, Henderson?” Eddie asks, still holding Steve close.
With Eddie distracted, Steve moves to pressing little kisses along his jaw, down his neck, dotted across any part of his face that Steve can reach. He can’t help himself.
“What’s it to me? What’s it TO ME?” Dustin’s voice is reaching megaphone levels of yelling, and it’s happening right next to them. “I don’t care what you get up to when you’re more than a foot away from me but you’re practically in my lap and EDDIE STOP.”
The last part is yelled directly into Steve’s ear after Eddie licks a finger and tries to stick it in Dustin’s ear.
The chaos that follows is so much happier than the chaos they’ve been living with that Steve can’t even find it in himself to be annoyed when Eddie moves out from under him to chase Dustin around the hilltop. Especially because, before he leaves, he kisses Steve again. Once, twice, three times, both of them grinning too much for them to be anything more than short and sweet.
Robin rolls back into Steve’s side. He laces his fingers with hers, snuggles into her side.
“I’m happy for you, babe,” she says.
And Steve is happy too.
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howlingday · 6 months
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Salem: You want to what?
Penny: Wish upon a star! I've heard that if you wish for something on a shooting star three times before it leaves, your wish will come true! Unfortunately, every time I've seen one, they're always gone before I can start my second wish. Perhaps you know a better way?
Salem: (Thinking) Honestly, wishing on stars at her age... Does this girl know nothing of maturity? Still...
Salem: I do know something...
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Penny: (Looking up at the sky)
Salem: (From a distant hill, Lowers spyglass) Good. She did come. (Magic crackles, Aims)
Salem: If this is what it takes to earn your trust as your stepmother, then I'll gladly grant any wish your heart desires.
Salem: (Fires magic beam)
Penny: (Gasps) A shooting star! (Wishing)
Salem: W-Wish, Penny... Wish to your heart's content...
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Penny: It was just like you said, Mom! When I went to the spot you told me, I saw the biggest shooting star ever, and it lasted almost a whole minute!
Salem: Oh, and what did you wish for with so much time?
Salem: Wishing won't bring it closer to being true. After all, it's all mere superstition.
Penny: I noticed you were having a difficulty reading things unless you were super close to them, so I wished for your eyesight to improve.
Salem: (Fighting back her tears)
Later...
Salem: (Face close up to the newspaper) O-Oh! You've done it! I can see clear as day now!
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overleftdown · 2 months
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angsty farleigh start blurb
hello hi fanfiction! mostly character study with a lot of sad hehehah. what else would one expect from me!
There are things that Farliegh took for granted. 3 months after leaving Saltburn, he realizes that money isn't really one of them.
Instead, he finds himself folded over a mug of lukewarm coffee at 2am, staring down a collection of postcards mounted on the far wall of his local diner. He had just finished working a double, unwilling to decline an offer that would bump both his pay and reputation. Farleigh has 8 hours until his next shift. He's staring at a postcard from Greece, a name hastily penned onto the front; the edges are worn, and the corners bent. He's wondering what's written on the side pressed to the yellowing popcorn walls. Almost absentmindedly, he lifts the rim of his mug to his lips and thinks, I wish I told them how much I wanted to see Mykonos. The coffee is bitter.
It becomes a constant, after that. Walking through the American snack isle and passing his favorite cereal brand, thinking I wish I had told them how good Reece's Puffs were. Catching the eye of a boy around his age with a piercing through his left nostril, thinking I wish I told Felix to get that one. Going, alone, to a movie theater and thinking I wish I told Venetia that I loved Rocky Horror Picture Show. On and on it went. 
I wish I told them I saw the Grand Canyon, and that it was so gorgeous I lost my breath. I wish I told them that I always preferred white wine over red. I wish I told them that my silk bedding was so my hair wouldn't dry out, tangle, or tear. I wish I told them about the friendship bracelets I once made for us; that I kept all three in a box under my bed. I wish I told them I was scared of being insignificant.  I wish I told them that I missed my mom and dad, that I'm farther from myself every day, that I might hate myself despite my arrogance. 
Farleigh has spent his life hiding. There were dinner party invites that didn't extend to his father, yet somehow included him. Farleigh remembers sitting secluded, for once wishing he kept his hair short. Older women who wanted so badly to be young, gravitating towards him with greetings like "You're Frederica's son! I always wondered what you'd look like. I never expected a handsome young man like yourself." And the men; rough yet unworn hands that sometimes gripped the nape of his neck. "You're unique, Farleigh. It's hard to find someone who looks quite like you. You're maturing quickly." On and on it went. Despite the itching, Farleigh never cut his hair short. The Cattons would ask him why he insisted on such messiness, contrary his otherwise sharp fashion. Silk pillowcases. Five shampoo bottles, an array of hair creams--all kept out of eyesight. Better to let them believe his hair was a casual affair, and intentionally so.
The cocaine had been the least of his hidings (and look where that landed him). People are always sequestering the sunburnt, raw-rubbed, defective pieces of themselves. The things they so desperately clung to, bad habits like a bright red blemish on a ledger, or a lifeline. The first time Farleigh saw the inside of a teacher's lounge had been 30 minutes past the final bell, with a head of tangled hair that he had styled perfectly just 7 hours ago. He remembers accepting the offered cup of tea and thinking Felix won't notice I'm gone. He had told Felix what he did that evening, anyways. This, Farleigh had never thought to hide. Better not to. Better to tell Felix, who was so prone to flippancy, that he would do anything for a good grade. 
"What, you're that shit at school, mate? Jesus. You better not tell anyone; you'd get ousted in days." Felix had said, a painful looking blush to his face. They had only been 16, after all. "I mean, seriously! I never took you for a pillock." At that, Farleigh had raised his eyebrows skeptically. There are some things that were abundantly clear. Uncle James had insisted that Farleigh required a higher education than whatever American dumpster he would be learning his times tables in, and the rest of the Cattons had quickly glued themselves to the idea. They liked to think that they were saving him from stupidity.
In the end, it had been Felix who told someone Farleigh's secret. Namely, his new friend that had been sitting in Farleigh's seat for the last 2 weeks. After countless meetings and scoldings, and significant attempts to publicly humiliate him, Farleigh was sent back to Saltburn before his transfer. When Elspeth and James asked, frantically, what Farleigh had been thinking, he had told them that he needed a better grade. They'd just have to try harder to save him. In truth, there were some things that never really went away, like a teachers lounge and a fresh cup of tea. Something secret, something just for him.
The things that Farleigh insisted on hiding were good things, already half-stained by the bad. A family photo album inside of a shoebox inside of a pillowcase inside of a duffel bag under his bed, next to the ornate little chest where he obviously kept his drugs. Photo strips, polaroids from New York City, his mom's peach scented powder blush, his dad's discarded tie clip. If you keep what really matters just far enough to the side of what people consider a secret, they'll never look any harder. Farleigh has always believed that your worst mistakes only marginally define your humanity. Really, it's what someone loves, isn't it? It's who they would change for. It's who they would make bracelets for. 
Back to the diner, back to the present, back to a time and place where nobody really cared to distinguish a secret from a statement. Back to the postcard from Greece that Farleigh wants to rip off the wall, just to read what is obscured. Saltburn was so large of a life that it was impossibly surreal, too many millions of dollars past tangibility. Whatever was written on that postcard was touchable. A small piece of an even smaller existence. Farleigh was terrified of what it meant to be alive. To stash pieces of himself in dark places like stowaways on the Titanic. To carry what was left after the rest capsized.  
I wish I'd given them those bracelets. I made them so they'd think of me, even when I wasn't there. 
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sin-djarin · 4 months
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Becca's Brunch
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Happy Sunday and the seasonal treats are in. Cranberry stuff, cinnamon things, pumpkin spiced donuts - I have it all (not really but we're pretending for a hot second, okay?). But there's probably still some Halloween bits leftover if you look hard enough. And coffee or whatever way you consume your caffeine, grab it, sit for a minute and let us enjoy.
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Or, what I've gotten round to reading this week to make more room on the TBR shelf.
First, a quick reminder that what I may like, you may not and that's okay! Please heed individual warnings on fics. Leave an author a comment and reblog if you enjoy their work!
Joel Miller:
first light by @5oh5
oct 29 x stormy days by @trulybetty
Javier Pena:
Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese (new chapter)
Unworthy by @morallyinept
anytime by @undercoverpena
Dieter Bravo:
Bite Me by @chronically-ghosted
Working Title by @rhoorl (new chapter)
Ezra:
embers by @sp00kymulderr
Max Phillips:
La Mordida by @imalrightllama
Marcus Pike:
Headshots by @secretelephanttattoo
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Or, other bits and pieces that made me smile this week.
Analysis of Tim Rockford's eyesight by @gemmahale
little cute things to remember by @undercoverpena
This moodboard but also all the other beautiful ones @wildemaven has been creating.
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Or, what I managed to dish up this week.
Fic:
steep is the mountain Tim Rockford x f!reader
"art" (in quotation marks because these were a hurried job)
Bravo Bumper Stickers
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Or, what if, by some miracle, we got two characters in the same room?
See below for Joel being totally fucking unimpressed at Marcus's forwardness.
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Sleeves? No, not on this menu. You're safe.
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Was this some sort of excuse to post a Rockford-esque image? No, and you can't prove anything.
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Well. Good news and bad news.
Bad news. I am very tired. Know how I know? I work with a very sweet woman who asked me if I was tired and that was enough. Also, I've been asleep before 11pm many nights this week and still woke up exhausted. (Sorry @for-a-longlongtime for falling asleep mid conversation!) Corporate chaos ensued and my ADHD brain is teetering on burnout and I like to catch it before that actually happens.
Good news! I have a few days off and I'm going on a little surprise staycation. This is technically our first holiday since pre covid times. I'm excited but as a result, the kitchen will be closed for brunch next week. There is stuff in the queue, but I am hoping to stay off my phone/laptop for a while. Now having said that, I do hope to clear up a little space on my tbr shelf because damn, you're all so talented and your words and imaginations bring me so much joy. Please drop a tag if you think there's something I should read, and I'll be around for the rest of the day anyways in case ya need me.
Now, a very apt OST:
Friends, if you've made it this far, je t'adore. I wish you a week of creativity, rest, as much caffeine or caffeine free tea as your heart desires. Drink water, be safe and be careful. Be kind to yourselves and to one another. Be mindful of your energy and what you put it into, especially as the nights get longer this time of year.
I'll see ya on the other side and if I'm not back avenge my death. I'm kidding, don't do this. It's a Simpsons quote. From Homer vs The Eighteenth Amendment. You know the one? You're out there somewhere, beer baron...
Hopefully I return with Frankie's level of competency and Javi G levels of enthusiasm.
Clearly, I need coffee and so...
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Thanks for your patience and the smiles that you bring me week after week.
Love, your emo neighbour,
Becca 🤍
Disclaimer: Joel's expression is not an accurate presentation of mine today, I promise I'm quite happy!
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darkwaveho · 4 months
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What do you think would happen if Anastasia got hurt of kidnapped by one of Natasha’s enemies?
-Sorry, this is hella late I also kinda went off tangent a bit and I haven't written anything in a while so hopefully this is okay.💜
Damage control/Mini burden masterlist
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Oh man... First off whoever kidnaps those two crazy lesbians' daughter has a death wish. Obviously, Natasha wouldn’t be the only one furious about it, but I think it would also cause R to revert back to her violent tendencies and after she’s controlled more of her saddened emotions, she shifts gears and basically takes lead in finding their daughter.
When they do find Anastasia her face is stained with dry tears and her school uniform is dirty. What sets R off is the scrape on Anastasia’s knee and the dirt one grime on her uniform, clearly signs of struggle and that her daughter was fighting. When Natasha sees the state of her daughter’s appearance it burns a different kind of fire within her. Sure, she’s been mad, unhinged and manic plenty of times, but this motherly rage was on another level. When you both seem to calm Anastasia down you lead her out of the unfamiliar basement and guiding her into the arms of her aunt. “Take her home and do not leave her out of your sight! We’ll be back late.” Is all you say as you kiss Anastasia’s cheek once more before turning around and going back into the soon to be dead man’s house. Natasha only gives her sister a look that doesn’t need words, they do that often, having conversations without even uttering a word. Natasha knows Yelena wants to stay and have a turn with this incredibly stupid man who thought he was brave enough to kidnap her niece. With a subtle shake of her head Natasha prompts Yelena to finally get into the car and take Anastasia home, where it’s safe. You and Natasha both know that there will be a serious conversation later on about the school’s safety and whether or not Anastasia should be homeschooled.
It’s not enough that you tortured the man here in what you assume to be his home, no you tell Natasha’s men to put him in the trunk of the car and bring him to Natasha’s warehouse. It's no secret that you liked to drag things out and Natasha was more of a get in, get out, and get it done type but in this instance, she doesn’t dare protest against you. Also, the fact that she likes seeing you take lead whenever mob activities present themselves. the torture seems to go on for hours.
Like one of the main torture methods Natasha and R use is making things into a game/ competition...most of the time. since this one is drawled out, I think Natasha and R would say something like. "Let's see who can pull his teeth out the fastest."
or the play tic tac toe on his skin and argue about who gets to be X's and who gets to be O's. "That's not fair, Tash you know I like being O's." you show your displeased emotion clear as day, but it does nothing for Natasha to relent and giving you what you want. Natasha was set on being O's Because everyone knows that it gives you more access to go deeper into flesh.
After hours of torture, you and Natasha gave the man a slight break not for his benefit but simply because Natasha realized you haven't eaten anything since this morning, so she had to practically drag you away from the man and demand that you eat something. Now feeling refreshed you and Natasha wait patiently as the man regains consciousness. After his eyesight is more focused and he's aware of his unfamiliar surroundings he panics internally but the tingling sensation he feels in his face made his heart drop. “What did you do to my face?!” he tries to touch his cheek as the restraint fight against that action. “Why can’t I feel my face?? What the fuck did you do to me.”
“See, and here I thought you would be grateful for numbing your face...You'll wished you thanked me for numbing it in a few minutes though.” You give the man an exhausted sigh as you move around the cold and empty concrete room.
“Tash told me not to, but I told her it takes the fun out of things.” You look over your shoulder towards Natasha flashing an "I told you so." look before turn back to the beaten and battered man with a small mirror that you place in front of his face. the soft gasp of air as a result of seeing his unrecognizable face made you gloat. Natasha takes calculated steps toward the seated man and in swift movements her pocketknife was out and if you blinked you missed her fast and precise movements with the edge of the knife. she starts off with basic attacks she wants to build up the man's fear. it's not until she's aware anastatic wearing off that she finally let's go. Natasha doesn't hold back her anger and frustration. she blocks out the loud screams and pleas for forgiveness. Each time a splatter of blood leaks from his body it rewards her. At the end Natasha contemplated letting him go so he could return to whoever told him to stupidly kidnap her child and hurt her in the process, but she thought if someone else was stupid enough to kidnap her child and live to talk about it then she wasn't doing her job. When you both got through with him it'll be like he never existed, no one would remember and if someone did ask around about him then that was for sure going to be the next target of interest. Everyone will know not to fuck with the Romanoffs.
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queenpiranhadon · 4 months
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Just gonna vent a bit
This past week has been extremely stressful and I’m just done.
I’m a theatre kid - I love performing - and we have a show coming up this week and preparing for that is just so draining because apparently since I’m a cat and the costume they gave me has a masquerade style cat mask with ears, I’m not allowed to wear my freaking glasses and no one realizes that I have really bad eyesight - not so bad that I can’t walk or function completely - but if you were me - you’d realize how fucking terrifying it is when the world around you is blurry and you feel like you’re going dizzy except you’re not because this is just the damn body you’re born in.
To add on to all the stress, I have to maintain my grades and it’s just so exhausting because it’s like “test!” “test!” “review!” “review!” “oh you got a 96%?” “do better! you can’t keep distracting yourself with all this spending time with friends”
Mixed with “you never leave the house - why don’t you go out with friends?” Maybe it’s because YOU DONT LET ME.
And to top it all off, my dad is leaving for India tomorrow- and he just got back from another business trip within but still far in the country.
Tomorrow is also my brother’s birthday - my dad was supposed to leave yesterday, but he changed it so he could be here for my brother’s birthday.
How sweet and caring and thoughtful of him right?
And yes, I get that my dad is a very hardworking man and I’m very proud of him and his accomplishments but he never cares. It’s always about my perfect little brother who is far from perfect if you ask me. No matter what I do it’s always “be better!” “do better!” “you’ve been given a privilege and you’re putting it to waste!” With him, it’s always “we believe in you!” “we’ll help you through this!!” “no matter what, we’ll always love you.”
His punishments for doing literally terrible things are so small, yet when my parents find out I’m not straight, they give me emotional trauma for months. The little fucker literally trashed the neighbor’s front yard with a friend on purpose and then when confronted about it, lies straight through his teeth.
But here’s the real topping to the cake - yes I do love my parents, no matter how many times we may disagree on things, they are my rock and I wouldn’t be where I am without them. But this one small thing they couldn’t do for me. My dad goes out of his way to make sure he is there for my brother’s birthday but he isn’t there for mine last year. Last year when he left for a trip, he missed my musical’s show nights - had to watch it on a stupid hard drive - and when he did, he never said a goddamn thing. No “good job, your singing and acting was great!” or “I wish I could’ve been there in person!”
And even now, he’s still doing the same goddamn thing - he’s missing the show I’m doing and doesn’t feel a single ounce of remorse. All my fucking hard work for nothing.
It just fucking sucks when others seems to get what you want, what you need so easily, when you’ve worked your entire life to experience barely a ghost of what could’ve been.
And finally today, my brother is lying on the floor of my room, refusing to leave me the fuck alone even though I’ve been annoyed all day from walking around shopping for shit and sitting through church and trying to keep a clear head even though I just really want to go home and take a long nap but I can’t because the little fucker and trashing the room I spent all week trying to keep clean and my mom won’t do a goddamn thing because “it’s your brother and he’s just playing with you.”
And at this point- I’m just done. Because no one gets it. No one ever does.
And so I say something along the lines of “You’re turning — tomorrow. When I was your age, I was working hard, and auditioning and competing and you’re here lying on the floor of your older sister’s bedroom completely useless.”
And yes I admit that was a little harsh - he started crying - but my mom’s response was what got me.
She said “never call you brother useless again. Keep your achievements to yourself, you hear me?! I have never heard you this mean to anyone before.”
But she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know what I go through every day m, trying to keep my head high and my eyes looking forward even though I can’t see anything.
She doesn’t know, my dad doesn’t know, my brother doesn’t know, heck, most of my friends don’t even know. They all just think I’m a smart girl who’s never had a problem with her position, getting to where she is in life.
They don’t know how hard I work, how hard I worked, to keep my shaky feet on the ground, to keep myself standing tall when there’s nothing to keep me up.
For those who surely don’t need to know, I’ve been crying while typing all of this, and I’m exhausted so I’m ending this here.
Sorry for unexpectedly trauma dumping - I just needed shit off of my chest.
Hope y’all are doing okay!
Lotsa love from Kae <3
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